i have a sword fairy

Chapter 456
Outside Duyou City, when Zhao Rong and Zhao Qian'er boarded the boat.

Duyou East City was filled with bright lights.

It was even more prosperous, because a certain rumor spread rapidly among the market.

In the Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion, the girl from the Zhao family who has long been famous has amazing luck. She has obtained a certain mysterious and huge blessing, and once again entered the ranks of the sword.

Immediately became famous as Duyou City.

Knowing that Concubine Zhao Ling took the deputy head of Xiaoyao Mansion and fellow seniors and brothers back to Qinglianju on Wutong Street, the sword cultivators who gathered here seemed to have seen her and Yu Feijian, and they all went in an endless stream.

Those great sects of immortals and wealthy aristocratic families entrenched on Wangque Mountain all sent their heavyweights to Qinglianju to celebrate and observe with gifts, and warmly won over.

Even Tianya Jiange and Youlan Mansion sent important figures to the scene tonight.

Tonight's Wutong Street is full of traffic, so lively.

The monks and passers-by in the whole city are also talking about it...

In fact, Wutong Street in the past was a clean place.

Although Duyou East City has always been the place with the highest concentration of monks on Wangquezhou Mountain, and the forces of all parties are complicated.

But with Youshan as the dividing line, the east city becomes more and more peaceful as it goes east. It is full of halls and pavilions with carved dragons and painted buildings, mansions and private halls. The lights are bright, but there is no noise.

These are the deep houses of the nobles of the Xian Family...

And the closer it is to the west city, the more lively and noisy it is, and it's closer to casual cultivators.

Wutong Street is located in the east of Youshan, and the atmosphere used to be quiet, but tonight, its prosperity is destined to be comparable to the bustling city of Xicheng.

However, in stark contrast to it is a remote alley next to Wutong Street...

In Jingwa Alley.

The aisles are narrow, the floors are damp, and the ground is covered with autumn leaves.

It was silent and dark.

The noise from the next street came faintly, it seemed very far away, but also very close, like two worlds.

At the end of the alley, in a dilapidated small restaurant, Zhao Xifu habitually leaned against the wooden door with his arms crossed.

He squinted at the night sky in the direction of Wutong Street next door, seemingly in a trance.

At a certain moment, the ancient clock to tell the time on the top of the mountain in the distance was rang.

It seems that the dull bell that has remained unchanged for thousands of years resounds through Duyou.

Sitting on the bench as if dozing off all the time, the old man in green robe got up, touched his head with thinning hair, hunched over, and ran into Xia Chong Zhai, ringing the bronze bell on time.

The shopkeeper leaning against the door ignored the green-robed old man passing by.

He suddenly turned around with a bright smile, and said to the middle-aged woman who came quietly behind him:

"What's the matter, Bingbing?"

Bingniang looked at the sky outside the door curiously, "Is there any wedding going on in the next street?"

Zhao Xifu shrugged, "Who knows."

At this time, the old man in green robe who came in on time rang the old copper bell on the wooden door, and the bell rang through the dim hall of Xia Chong Zhai.

When Bingniang heard the 'dangdang' bell, her face was a little dazed, "Ah, it's four quarters of the Hai, so it's so late. I don't know if Miss Zhao and Mr. Zhao have arrived home..."

She murmured and shook her head, as if... she didn't know what time it was until she heard the old man in green robe ring the bell.

And before.

Outside Xia Chong Zhai.

The sound of Hong Zhong Da Lu resounding through Duyou City, this middle-aged woman seems to be able to hear it...

At this time, the shopkeeper smiled and nodded.

Bingniang said softly: "It's so late, and the next door is so lively, why don't we go and have a look, since we got up in the morning, we haven't gone out all day, it's a bit boring."

Zhao Xifu stepped forward, held her hand, shook his head with a smile, "It's too late, the night is cold and cold, so forget it, if you want to go out and see... then tomorrow."

Bingniang hesitated to speak, but then smiled softly, "Okay, listen to your little Zhao, it's getting late."

She seemed to want to say something, rubbed her forehead, "Hey, I wanted to say something earlier, I just came here to ask about this, why did I forget?"

Zhao Xifu smiled, and thought for a while, "Are you asking how that girl Zhao was able to shine, and there was a sword flying around?"

"That's right, that's it." Bingniang smiled happily, grabbed the shopkeeper's hand, and then whispered: "Girl Zhao and the friends and teachers she brought, why don't you feel like a normal person... ..."

"Isn't this normal? Aren't they normal people?" Zhao Xifu said in a 'confused' tone, and gently interrupted the woman's words.

With a serious face, he said: "Isn't it normal for this kind of flying around and glowing body in our city?"

"Huh, is that so?" Bingniang was dubious.

The man in charge nodded, "My family taught me this when I was a child. People in this world are like this...I can do it too. Do you want to see the light shine, or take you flying around? I am very powerful."

Speaking slowly, he also laughed, holding her hand, smiling very happily.

Bingniang was stunned, and then she was also infected by her own man, and she smiled happily.

Afterwards, she stretched out her hand to help Zhao Xifu straighten his collar, wiped the gray stains on his shoulders, and whispered softly: "Then don't shine first, it's too late, and my eyes are a little blurry now, um, tomorrow, tomorrow I want to see, hey, how can you know all these things, but I can't..."

The delicate woman's brows were slightly depressed.

Zhao Xifu nodded and said, "Okay."

The man paused, and made another promise he had made countless times: "Tomorrow."

The delicate woman smiled and nodded, then turned around and wanted to go back to the back kitchen.

But halfway through, she suddenly turned her head and said, "Xiao Zhao..."

Zhao Xifu showed a gentle smile: "What's wrong."

"Tomorrow... If I go out tomorrow, I still want to see the sea, is that okay?"

"Why do you suddenly want to see the sea?"

"It's just... I feel a little bored, as if... I seem to have been here for a long time."

The delicate woman's eyes showed some ignorance and confusion, she looked around and tilted her head slightly.

"You, you just can't stay idle, okay." Zhao Xifu narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Tomorrow, I will take you there."

Bingniang suddenly became happy, turned around and went back.

"I'll go upstairs first, and you should come up to sleep earlier, don't be busy, and be busy tomorrow."

Zhao Xifu nodded, watching her graceful back disappear.

His eyes were a little lost, as if he felt that he couldn't get enough of her.

Not long after, the shopkeeper let out a long breath and rubbed his face.

He glanced at the old man in green robe outside the door who kept his own place and rang the bell for a certain woman on time every day.

The old man named Yu Bo dozed off on the bench again.

For the past thousand years, it has been like this every day. The old man with a long longevity is already old, but the ordinary woman named Bing Niang has the same appearance.

The bearded shopkeeper turned around.

He picked up a broom at hand and walked alone into the deserted alley.

He lowered his head and swept the ground silently.

Slowly sweep away the autumn leaves that have fallen into the alley countless times.

In the alley, the green-robed old man fell asleep, and the bearded man swept the floor.

No one speaks.

at night.

Somewhere on the second floor of Xia Chong Zhai.

Before going to sleep, a woman said confusedly: "Xiao Zhao, I... am my memory getting worse and worse, I always feel... I can't remember things."

The man shook his head, "No, you're just a little stupid."

"You...you are not allowed to scold me."

The man nodded, "Go to bed early, tomorrow...it will be fine."

"Well...tomorrow...go...to see the sea..." She couldn't hold her eyelids, and murmured, "Don't forget..."

The woman goes to sleep.

"I won't forget." In the darkness, the man turned calmly and turned over.

"Tomorrow... do you remember?"

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The second day, noon.

The sky is clear and the autumn sun is shining brightly.

A tall crane-shaped cloud sea ferry pierced through the cloud sea above Hanjing, the capital of Dali, and slowly revealed a huge figure.

Zhao Rong took Xiaoqian'er, took a boat overnight, and finally arrived in Hanjing again.

Hanjing's Yunhai Ferry Ferry is built on a hundred-foot-high mountain not far from the city.

At this time, the bow of the ferry on the sea of ​​clouds gradually tilted downwards, its height lowered, and it was ready to land.

On a certain deck near the front, in front of the crowd, Zhao Rong was leaning on the railing with both arms, looking down.

Xiao Qian'er followed closely beside him, tiptoeing, holding the railing with both hands, and looking at the scenery below.

The sea of ​​clouds ferry slowly landed, and at the ferry on the top of the mountain below, there were dense figures of people, as if a welcome ceremony was being held, and it was unknown who was being greeted.

"Ah, Brother Rong, there are a lot of people here, are they sent by that pretty widow queen to curry favor with you again? Well, I don't know if that interesting little emperor has come..." Xiaoqian'er looked curiously Looking down, pointing her pink lips with her slender index finger, she muttered.

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, "What a pretty widow queen, don't bark."

"oh oh."

The young Confucian scholar scanned the crowd below, it was really lively, no need to guess, it was for him.

However, Zhao Rong was not surprised. After all, before returning to Duyou City by boat the day before yesterday, he had greeted all the forces in Dali, and he returned on time and on time today without any delay.

"Heh... row noodles..." Zhao Rong shook his head and laughed at himself.

Now that the Zen Conferring Ceremony that he took the lead in hosting is about to be held, every move is the focus of all forces in Dali, so it's hard to keep a low profile.

"Oh oh. My 'personal maid', maybe she didn't come..." Zhao Qian'er was about to show off her face and smile, but suddenly she withdrew her smile because she saw a beautiful figure, "Hmph, so there is still Now, I haven't sneaked away in the past few days, okay, okay."

The little girl nodded her head, looked at Su Qingdai who was at the front of the crowd below, her expression and tone were indifferent.

When Zhao Rong heard the words, it was difficult to answer them.

Xiaoqian'er actually wished that a certain fairy surnamed Su would take the opportunity to run away, um, not to let her really run away, after all, she came here for nothing, and later she also got a poem from Nanshan Pin, which the old Zhao family would never do. Trading at a loss, the little girl also keeps her family traditions in mind.

She wanted to capture Su Qingdai after she escaped, and then she could justifiably whip her in front of Zhao Rong.

In addition, Zhao Qian'er had another thought in her heart. If Su Qingdai ran away while Brother Rong'er and her were away, wouldn't that prove that she was a coquettish girl who lied to men, and that the real one was an excuse...

However, it is a pity.

Su Qingdai didn't know if she really wanted to follow the real man, or if she had a sharp mind and couldn't be fooled by Xiaoqian'er.

At this time, she was picking up the boat with the crowd below, and that outfit...

Zhao Qian'er pursed her lips slightly.

Zhao Rong swept his gaze, and caught a glimpse of the stunning woman in the tall black dress at the front of the crowd solemnly receiving the boat below.

I saw that Su Qingdai was wearing a slim dress as dark as the night, with the images of stars left by Nanshan's poems circulating on it, like a starry sky.

She has exquisite makeup, wearing a mysterious and elegant purple veil, revealing a pair of cold and haughty eyes, and her long black silk hair falls straight down like a waterfall.

It seems to know that a certain young Confucian scholar likes this kind of indifferent dress of a woman with long black and straight hair.

Su Qingdai was independent from the front of the crowd, standing out from the crowd like a chicken, and suddenly became the most eye-catching scenery at this ferry, attracting countless eyes.

However, the stunning Bingshan fairy in the black dress didn't look at the men around her at all, but raised her head slightly, staring unblinkingly at the Yunhai Ferry that was approaching and landing.

Her indifferent and pretty face, which was as cold as ice for thousands of years, seemed to show some look of anticipation and love, especially after meeting the eyes of Zhao Rong who was leaning on the railing on the boat, Su Qingdai's cheeks were slightly flushed, and the corners of her lips were curved...

This scene of the famous and beautiful fairy "melting the iceberg" on Dali Mountain immediately attracted the attention of countless people at the ferry. Fairy Su is... shy! ?
On the deck, Zhao Qianer's eyes were sharp, and she saw this flickering scene for the first time.

She opened her eyes wide, looked at Zhao Rong with a calm face, and then at Su Qingdai who was below with joyful brows. Xiao Qian'er couldn't help biting her lips, puffed out her small chest, and stared at the latter with a pair of peach blossom eyes.

"Oh, Hu Meizi...Little Hu Meizi..."

"........."

Zhao Rong briefly glanced at Su Qingdai below, then quickly moved his eyes away, without looking too much, but went to look at the crowd again, to see what forces came...

On the side, Xiao Qian'er held Brother Rong'er's arm, and after puffing out her mouth for a while, her expression suddenly became calm.

She remembered the whisper that Miss had whispered to her in private yesterday.

Xiaoqian'er tilted her head, squinted her eyes slightly, and looked at the stunning woman in black dress under the boat for a while, who was similar in temperament to the young lady but completely different in personality.

Her lacquer-like pupils moved very nimbly, "Oh, Miss and I can't cure you?"

Zhao Rong turned a deaf ear and didn't pay attention to the tacit and dangerous little war between these women.

He still has more important things to do, especially in the next period of time, it is estimated that he will be very busy.

Xiao Qian'er and that Miss Su don't care how they make trouble, as long as it's within his tacit consent and doesn't make trouble for him, that's fine.

Otherwise, it's all about spanking...

The sea of ​​clouds ferry was getting closer and closer, and the noise at the ferry was getting louder.

Zhao Rong shook his head, turned around and prepared to disembark.

Before leaving the deck, he looked up at the sunny sky, and suddenly recalled some things that happened in the few days before returning to Solitude.

I remember that day, when Zhao Rong brought Gu Yiwu, Xiaoqian'er and other talents just arrived ten miles outside Hanjing, there was a grand ceremony that was tens of thousands of times more lively than picking up the boat at the ferry at this time—Dali Dugu The empress and the little emperor, together with the civil and military personnel of the Manchu Dynasty and 30 citizens who had left the court, greeted the crowd...

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PS: In the next few chapters, I will explain the few days that the protagonist passed away from Hanjing before he came back.

By the way, Jian Niang finally got a recommended position, it's not easy...

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