i have a sword fairy

Chapter 490 There are purple clothes by the pool, and dragons under the pool (readable~)
Regarding the accident of the horse being frightened and out of control, after careful inspection by everyone, they quickly found out the reason.

It is probably caused by two factors.

The carriage was loaded with too much luggage, and the forage was put together with some food rations. Some of the forage inevitably had some pungent smell, and it just happened to be used to feed the horses.

In addition, the location of the carriage was not good, it happened to be a forest, when the lame old servant was feeding the horse, a strong light hit the horse's eyes, which was irritated.

So by coincidence, the horse was frightened and out of control...

Regarding the second reason, Zhao Rong knew something about it. Horses, animals, do have poor eyesight.

And even if it is a dragon horse on the mountain, these mounts have the potential to lose control.

Zhao Rong was a little speechless about his luck, but with this level of accident, even a few more horses would not be able to hurt him.

On the contrary, those old servants were very unlucky, they were old bones, and they were bumped badly, stumbling around, and the disfigured old servant was coughing non-stop until Zhao Rong left.

Although Zhao Rong was vigilant, he didn't stop being suspicious.

After this accident, he and Zhang Huizhi lost the interest in drinking.

After Zhao Rong comforted and cared for Brother Xiahui and those old servants, he returned with Uncle Bai.

Next.

Zhao Rong followed this large army of Feng Chan and drove for half a day together, and stayed overnight in a certain county town at night.

All night.

On the second day, the team continued to set off.

On the way, the Dugu family invited Zhao Rong to a banquet again, but the latter refused because he was busy.

Finally, on the evening of the second day.

The moment the last ray of sunset in the sky disappeared, the large army finally arrived at the boundary of Jiyue Mountain.

On a wasteland full of snow-white 'Nine Heavens Cold Palace Flowers', everyone who had been running around for a day raised their heads and looked ahead:
In the distance, a high mountain.

On the top of the mountain, a snowy moon.

If you are on the top of the mountain, it seems that you can pick the moon with one hand.

…………

moonlit night.

The wilderness under the mountains is vast and boundless.

Looking around, there are thousands of lamps.

At this moment in the dead of night, most of the lights were extinguished.

The few remaining tents with lights scattered in the wasteland under Jiyue Mountain tonight like stars falling from the sky.

In the camp, the crackling sound of the fire and burning wood, the clashing of armor and weapons of the patrolling soldiers, and the faint sound of gourd silk coming from no one knows where, broke the silence of the wilderness that had been silent for thousands of years in the past.

In the southwest corner of the camp, inside a large tent.

At this time, there was a slender figure sitting withered, and there was a bright lamp in front of him, which barely lit the tent.

The figure of the young Confucian scholar in front of the lights is reflected on the felt wall behind.

Against the backdrop of the candlelight, his thin face appeared focused and resolute.

At this moment, he was staring at the bright light without saying a word.

His eyes didn't blink, as if... in a daze.

"I said, come on, do we have to make it so gloomy?"

At a certain moment, the young Confucian scholar couldn't bear it anymore, and made complaints.

"Oh, Mr. Zhao feels deserted and lonely. That's alright, let's call Zhao Qian'er and Su Qingdai to practice together. To Mr. Zhao, the two of them are not something that you can just wave your hands to happily?"

As usual, Sword Spirit praised Zhao Rong sincerely, then sighed and said:

"Hey, it's a pity that there are no desks here tonight, Mr. Zhao can't give full play to his strengths and give them lessons."

Speaking of this, Gui's tone was very regretful.

Someone: "..."

"Ahem, don't talk about what you have, let's hurry up and persuade Qian'er to sleep with Qingdai tonight, so we can seriously practice."

Zhao Rong coughed a few times, stared at the candlelight in front of him, and said seriously.

Gui exposed Lao Di mercilessly, "Are they really asleep? If you don't listen to me and turn on the lights too brightly, the two little girls will probably sneak in again after seeing you, to test Mr. Zhao Da profound knowledge."

The young Confucian scholar's expression softened, and he took a slight breath.

Play to their strengths?Deep knowledge?
Hiss, why does it feel like Gui is becoming more and more filthy...or is it my son who is filthy, listening to the wind is rain...he thought with a guilty conscience.

"Cough, it's okay, if the atmosphere is gloomy, let's be gloomy, let's start practicing quickly."

Zhao Rong raised his face and urged in the heart lake.

"Don't worry, you go and close the door tightly, don't let them walk in."

Guiyou said worriedly.

"........."

Zhao Rong blushed slightly, got up and went to check again, and closed the door, leaving no more gaps this time.

Well, he was just about to put up a sign saying "Qian'er and Qingdai are not allowed to enter" at the door.

Zhao Rong returned and sat upright.

"Guild, my lord has already followed what you said. You can see your mind and see your nature. Can you pass on that set of mysterious skills outside the realm to me?"

Gui did not answer Zhao Rong's words, but said directly: "Where is the well water from the Zhengguan well you brought, take it out first."

Zhao Rong frowned slightly, took out three bamboo slips from his sleeves, and placed them in front of him one by one.

The sword spirit was quiet for a while, then smiled suddenly: "Heh, you asked me for this extraterrestrial exercise, but haven't you already seen this exercise?"

"I saw it? Where is it?"

Zhao Rong clutched his sleeves and looked around the dark room.

Sword Spirit said leisurely: "It's in the lake of your heart."

Zhao Rong was taken aback.

"Close your eyes."

Gui's voice suddenly rang in his ears.

He closed his eyes in response.

In the next second, there was no wind in the tent, and the candle in front of the young Confucian scholar suddenly went out.

total darkness.

The darkroom was silent.

With his eyes closed, Zhao Rong felt the rotation. Although he didn't open his eyes, the surrounding space seemed to be turned upside down.

He was puzzled at the moment, but he didn't make a sound to disturb the sword spirit for the time being.

After waiting quietly for a moment, Gui's voice came leisurely.

"Why are you still closing it? Open your eyes."

Zhao Rong suddenly froze at this moment, and forgot to complain, because with his eyes closed, he felt that his feet were stepping on a soft place, like... Grass?
And beside his ears, besides the voice of a certain sword spirit, he could also hear the crisp sound of a lark.

In the distance, there seemed to be some faint sounds of children playing and reading books...

Zhao Rong also felt the breeze blowing on his face and smelled the pleasant fragrance of flowers.

The young Confucian scholar quietly raised his eyelids, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a paradise-like scene.

He was standing among the flowers of a meadow.

The sun is shining overhead.

There is grass under your feet.

There is a bright spring in front of me.

A gentle breeze was coming, blowing Zhao Rong's white Confucian shirt and black hair at the temples.

The fragrance of flowers is warm, the soil is gentle, and the sun is kind.

It's like April in the world.

"This... where is this?"

Zhao Rong was stunned, looking around.

There seemed to be a vast flat lake not far away, and the grassland by the lake where he was located was also very large.

"This is the heart lake in your brow chakra."

Gui paused and explained again.

"Well, in fact, the scenes in the heart lake are ever-changing, but I used a little magic to make it concrete, so that you can see it, well, you can use these scenes as some places in the depths of your heart lake. A true projection of memories and thoughts."

Zhao Rong turned his head and looked towards a direction where childish laughter came from.

There are swings reverberating under the trees there, some familiar young backs, and their familiar childish voices...

"Memory projection..."

Gui's voice came again, "Well, whatever you want to understand, you can treat it as a state of dreaming, as long as you stay awake and realize that these are illusions, don't try to understand and pursue them, otherwise you will easily fall into illusion and confusion. self-doubt..."

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and nodded.

I admired the distant scenery as if I was traveling in spring.

Then he looked around, but there was no one nearby.

And Gui's voice sounded like someone was talking beside him, very close.

Just don't know where it is.

Zhao Rong touched his chin.

In other words, isn't it the sword spirit? That is the state of the soul body. I remember that it was said to be in his brow chakra before, so can I see it now?Uh, could it be that Gui now is an invisible soul, wandering around him?
The young Confucian scholar suddenly made a strange movement.

He stretched his hand forward, and then... scooped up the air around him.

It's like playing blindfolded hide-and-seek as a kid.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Gui was vigilant and speechless.

Zhao Rong smiled brightly, "Ah, are you by my side?"

"Get out! If you dare to mess around later, I will throw you into the lake and feed you to the evil dragon!"

Zhao Rong: "..."

He sighed: "Is it necessary to see outsiders like this? Who of us should at least pat on the shoulder and shake hands... So, you mean you are here too? Cough cough, where are you?" Well, let me be healthy..."

Zhao Rong blinked and looked around.

Gui Mei said in a good mood: "Get out!"

"It's all coming..."

Zhao Rong touched the back of his head, and said a little embarrassedly: "Ahem, why does it feel a bit like a netizen face? It's a strange sense of sight."

"What netizen face base?"

"Ahem, it's nothing, um, it's a very good friendship to be able to meet Ji's netizens."

"........."

Jian Ling was dubious.

Although it didn't quite understand Zhao Rong's meaning, some strange words came out of his mouth, eight out of ten made it feel inappropriate.

The remaining two... Gui felt that 'how dare he', 'he really dared'... These words, like Mr. Zhao, should not appear in this world.

So "netizen face base" is probably not a good word.

"Oh, really."

A certain sword spirit's tone was very disbelieving.

"Why are you lying to me? Well, most netizens have to bring some presents when they meet each other, and blades and other controlled knives are fine. Well, did you bring any meeting gifts?"

Zhao Rong rubbed his hands.

"Hehe." The sword spirit pouted and sneered, then paused, then narrowed its eyes and said, "Does it count as sending you a pool of evil dragons?"

"Are you familiar with the flood dragon?"

"........."

Gui thought for a while, then nodded, "Acquainted? You will become familiar with them later, don't worry, I promise you will become more and more familiar with them in the future."

"Then have a quick look."

Zhao Rong smiled lightly and stopped going.

He suddenly heard a familiar sound of children playing.

The young Confucian scholar on the grass was quiet for a moment, then turned his head and walked in that direction.

Not long after, he saw the expected three small figures.

Running on the hillside grass.

One of the little girls was dressed in a white breast-length Confucian skirt, with a delicate and lovely face.

There is also a little girl, dressed in a light green maid outfit, combing her temples, and has a cute round face.

The two little girls looked like beauties.

It's just that at this moment, there are many stains on their fair and tender cheeks, and there are some drops of sweat on their white foreheads. They are running and flying a kite with someone in front of them, and their little faces are hot and flushed.

Both Xiaoqingjun and Xiaoqian'er had short legs, chasing after the boy in front of them, with bright eyes and smiling faces.

Zhao Rong stood aside with his sleeves folded and watched quietly for a while.

He seemed invisible in the eyes of these three familiar and unfamiliar children.

They were laughing and playing, and ran past Zhao Rong, as if they couldn't see him.

Zhao Rong looked calm, listening to the giggles of Xiao Qingjun and Xiao Qian'er.

Occasionally he would lean over to make way for them who were chasing 'him'.

If there are outsiders at this time, they will find that Zhao Rong's gaze has only been on the three children, the two little girls...

Xiao Qingjun and Xiao Qian'er were chased and fled after a while.

After a while, their chubby little hands were held together, and they sat on the swing and were pushed and swung by someone.

Standing straight with feet together, amidst the cute whining sound, the skirts are flying, and the sound of laughter lights up the wind around...

The young Confucian scholar who was watching laughed.

At this time, the swing gradually stopped, and the man stopped pushing it.

"...Hey, don't you believe me, you stupid girls who haven't read a single book! What are you laughing at? In the lake in front, our powerful sages of Confucianism really suppressed the big murderer, um, it's just eaten in the storybook. Demons and ghosts like human dragons are suppressed by books bigger than mountains."

The boy left the swing suddenly, jumped to the side, pointed to the vast flat lake in the distance, and introduced to the two little girls on the swing with a serious expression.

"What, Qingjun, you ask me that the sage doesn't reason with these beasts? It's so stupid, isn't the sage's reasoning all in the book? Press them down with a mountain of books, just let them read by themselves. What is reasoning? people."

The boy leaned back, put one hand on his waist, and waved forward boldly with the other, speaking triumphantly.

The two little girls hugging each other on the swing tilted their heads and looked at each other with a smile.

The young Confucian scholar who was watching finally looked away from the two little girls and looked at the young but arrogant boy.

At this moment, the boy pretended to sigh.

"Hey, but isn't it? These evil dragons and dragons are too powerful. They grow bigger and bigger after drinking the lake water every day. They don't like reading. The principles of saints can hardly hold them back. The evil dragon is about to break free and be born. , Hey, the world in the backyard of our Duke's Mansion is not going to be peaceful...

"Hey, you two little girls, don't be silly and happy. After they run out of the lake, they must be the first to eat you. Well, first eat Qian'er, you are the thinnest, and you have an appetizer between your teeth, and then After eating Qingjun, my butt has become more and more chubby recently, I need to chew a few more..."

"Ahem, I finally know I'm afraid, it's okay, don't be afraid, don't be afraid! With me, Zhao Rong, they can't hurt you."

"Well, the most powerful saint can't suppress these evil dragons, but when I study hard, when I grow up, don't think about it, I will definitely be more powerful than the holy man in the book, and I will use a greater 'reason' to kill them. Pressed at the bottom of the lake, don't try to raise your head..."

The boy spoke boldly and vigorously, and pointed to the lake as calm as a mirror in the distance.

The young Confucian scholar standing quietly at the side followed the direction of the boy's finger.

In the next second, he turned around gently and didn't stay any longer.

The young Confucian scholar walked towards the calm lake.

This is the back hill of the garden of the Duke's Mansion in his childhood memory.

He is familiar with the sun, grass, and flowers.

But there are other things that don't belong here...

　Thanks to the good brother "Du Lai Du Xiang" for the reward of 5000 coins!Thank you, brother!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)