i have a sword fairy

Chapter 46

嘚...... 嘚...... 嘚...

That finger continued to tap the red sandalwood armrest.

"Check him?" The man chuckled lightly. "Check what he does."

"He is very strange. A Confucian scholar who can write Luohuapin's poems cannot be unknown, but we have never heard this name before, and it is very strange that such a person suddenly appears."

"Can't he be low-key?"

The voice paused, and said faintly: "We are just short of people in the debate between Confucianism and Taoism, and he appeared in Zhongnan, as if it had been arranged. The second master met him in the middle of March in the Great Chu Dynasty. And the master attacked at the spring festival at the end of February, although it is difficult to go back and forth in half a month, but there are too many ways to pass news on the mountain, what if it was arranged by the enemy."

"Makes sense."

"It's the master who taught me well."

"Embroidered charm." The man said softly.

"The servant is here."

"Did you let you take over Nansi in full, and your heart started to go wild?"

"The slaves dare not!"

A heavy kneeling sound came from behind.

"I remember that when I first came back, I told you the rules once." The man took it slow. "You are just a knife in the master's hand, as long as it is sharp enough, you don't need to think for yourself."

"What I didn't tell you to do, you have to do it yourself now." The master chuckled lightly. "Do you want to be a master too?"

"Slave knows it's wrong, slave knows it's wrong, sir, please calm down!" Xiu Mei sobbed, her voice terrified.

Immediately afterwards, the muffled sound of kowtow reverberated in the hall.

"Don't cry."

The hall was quiet for a moment, only the sound of fragmented sobbing occasionally came out from between the fingers, but the next moment was swallowed back into the mouth.

The man said leisurely: "The last time, no matter how wild your heart is, I will send you away."

The corners of his mouth twitched. "Just give it to Ziyu and let him teach you the rules."

Xiu Mei's body trembled, but he hesitated to speak, but he still didn't dare to take off the hand covering his mouth.

The muffled kowtow sounded again behind the man.

"What else is there?"

"Master, the second master woke up, the doctor said..."

"next."

"Yes, sir. Yesterday morning at Shiliting, the old man wearing a Nanhua scarf that Lan Yuqing and the others greeted may not be from Wangquezhou. According to the informant, on the way back to the mountain, Lan Yuqing said something. 'It's a great honor for us to see a real person,' but there are no other words after that."

"The Anzi that Yulin Weinan Si placed in the temple doesn't know who he is. The only thing that can be sure is that the 'VIP' came from far away. Qingjingzi personally went down the mountain to pick him up, shielded everyone around him, and was alone. The reception, what it said specifically is unknown."

The man touched his chin and smiled softly. "A real person? A Taoist real person in the seventh realm would come to this small rushing emptiness? Just relying on his Qingjingzi? She Lan Yuqing deliberately bluffed me, knowing that this word will reach my ears."

"Master is wise."

"But this old man is a big variable, keep watching, send more people outside to find out who he is. In addition, at any cost, find me the last one to participate in the debate between Confucianism and Taoism except Qingjingzi and the old man. people."

"The slaves obey the orders!"

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Zhao Rong felt a bone-chilling cold.

That's ice deep into the bone marrow.

Because of Qingjun.

He traveled thousands of miles and finally found Qingjun.

On a sunny afternoon, in the Four Houses of Taiqing, there was a willow Yiyi by the lake, the lake was bright and the summer breeze was warm, Qingjun was facing him, bending over to pick lotuses, and wearing a red dress, like a flower Quiet flame.

Qingjun grabbed the corner of the skirt with one hand, and reached out to a slim green lotus with the other, still like the little girl who was greedy for lotus seeds when she was a child, but he was picking it at that time, and she was holding the corner of the clothes next to her, smiling in anticipation.

He felt uneasy, the further he walked, the closer he got to her, the more timid he became.

One step, two steps, three steps.
She was finally in front of her.

The hundreds of thousands of miles from the north to the south of Wangque Continent was finally surpassed by him step by step.

He looked at the woman with the green silk and red belt in front of him, with a thin waist, bending her waist and picking lotus with her wrists.

Gently reaching for her hand, she wanted to hold her ponytail again, but she turned back alertly.

She saw him.

He also saw her.

She frowned tightly, then stretched out, her eyes indifferent.

He stared with breathless eyes, reached forward, and spread his palm.

A piece of sweat soaked suet jade inlaid palm.

The upward facing side is engraved with "Beautiful Jade Embroidered with Luoying".

The woman picked it up at will.

Gently throw into the lotus pond.

The man smiled lightly.

He waved his hands and turned away.

A good man has returned jade, and he is no longer a teenager.

The face is still peach, but she is no longer young.

The summer sun is warm and the breeze is just right.

But he walked slower and slower, as if he had stepped into a sea of ​​clouds that was brewing ice and snow, surrounded by resistance, and covered with ice and cold, but he didn't want to turn back and went straight into the wind and snow...

Zhao Rong felt a bone-chilling cold.

That's ice deep into the bone marrow.

The heart thumped violently.

Suddenly opened his eyes.

Zhao Rong was panting heavily, and found that he was soaking in the cold medicinal bath at the moment.

It turned out that everything just happened was just a dream.

He vaguely remembered that after he came back from Youweizhai, he ate dinner brought by his servants, and then began his daily practice. After that, he threw himself into the medicinal bath with exhaustion. At that time, he seemed to want to take more soaks and then go to bed to rest. Leaning on the medicine, he lost his mind and fell asleep in a daze.

Zhao Rong was disappointed, sighed, wiped his face with both hands, and got up to leave the already cold medicinal bath.

I casually glanced out the window, it seemed that it was midnight and the rain had stopped.

After a while of busywork, Zhao Rong casually put on a praising robe and only tied a wide belt around his waist.

This kind of clothing style of Baoyi Bodai is very popular in the circle of celebrities in Zhongnan. It is not only elegant and easy to wear, but also comfortable to wear.

Zhao Rong walked slowly to the bronze mirror in the house, looking at the thin face in the mirror that was originally green, but was polished by the wind and frost in the past few months, and he was stunned.

He once looked up outside Longquan Mountain and looked forward to the ferry that was getting closer and closer.

He once stared at the vast sea of ​​​​clouds outside the window in a silent daze on the ferry in Qingfeng Pavilion.

He once quietly browsed green waters and green mountains, ancient roads at dusk, and smoke from farmhouses on horseback.

Or on a night when all things sleep, holding the pair of jade cards, waiting for the dawn.

He imagined countless possibilities and met countless times.

When he held the jade card and walked in front of her.

She might suddenly crash into her arms, wet with tears.

She might grab the jade card, smash it, and gnash her teeth.

She may not say a word, turn away, and never come back.

Zhao Rong originally thought that no matter what the ending was, he could accept it calmly, face it calmly, and would not be burdened by love.

but.

In that dream just now, what happened to the sudden heart throbbing pain?

Like the jade tablet, her heart was thrown into the lotus pond, and the water splashed and sank to the bottom of the lake. It was slowly covered by the cold silt for the rest of her life, until it was unable to beat due to the unbearable heavy pressure. , only to be liberated.

Zhao Rong rubbed his face fiercely.

He began to realize that along the way, as he became more familiar with the world, the more his memories were awakened, and the closer he was to her, the deeper the bondage.

Those memories that were thought to be just a quick look at the flowers have now been deeply imprinted in the mind.

Just like spirits go into the throat, spring rain goes to the soil, and rivers go to the sea.

It's not just about Qingjun's memory, her memory is an introduction, or a fuse, to speed up and make herself aware of this change.

Those inherited memories are now as if they had personally experienced them...or rather...it was their own memories!

I thought I was a reincarnated person, and the appearance and name of this body were the same as myself. At first, it was only a coincidence, but how to explain the heartache just now, how can the inherited memory make people so profound, like personal experience.

How can there be so many coincidences?

The biggest possibility is only one.

The self is the original self, the original self is the self.

It's just that the memory of the previous life was awakened and dominated.

Personality is shaped by memory.

The personality of the previous life directly covered the personality of this life, resulting in different personalities before and after, but now with the digestion of memory, the two have been integrated and unified.

And the personality of the previous life, that is, the current me, facing Qingjun's memory, the senses are completely different from this life, so my heart hurts.

So, I am me.

I am the one who lost Qing Jun.

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A melodious sound of piano came from outside the window.

Like a dream, like a dream.

Not only did it not destroy the silence of the night, but it made the moonlight even more lonely.

Zhao Rong slowly returned to his senses, and he had no intention of sleeping. He walked to the desk, spread paper and researched ink.

As soon as he lifted the pen, he forgot.

Turning to practice calligraphy, only after writing four characters, he frowned and stopped writing.

Unsettled, unsteady pen.

Zhao Rong felt something.

He put down the writing brush, picked up a pot of wine, long sleeves and long sleeves, wearing a belt, not shoes but sandals, pushed out the door, and went to find the sound of the qin.

　By the way, is this chapter a bit confusing? Well, there are several brothers who vote for me every day, thank you very much! (I remember the chapter I talked about yesterday, and I will make it up in the next two days.)
　　
　
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