i have a sword fairy

Chapter 491: The Sword Spirit in Purple Clothes
On the way Zhao Rong went to the lake in the distance, he met a fox-eyed girl hugging a small quilt on a bluestone under the sun.

An open book on gifted scholars and beautiful ladies was also dropped under the blue stone.

When Zhao Rong passed by, he knelt down and picked it up for her.

Vaguely saw a lot of words "Zhao Lang Zhao Lang" in the book.

He smiled and helped the fox-eyed girl who "doesn't like sleepiness, books from talented scholars and beautiful women, and bad Zhao Lang", took the quilt and tucked her exposed white and tender feet back.

On the way, Zhao Rong also saw Yin Zhi Wufu drinking wine and looking south, and Qi Chang Confucian scholar playing the piano in the pavilion...

Zhao Rong listened to the words of a certain sword spirit and regarded these specious and strange scenes as a dream in the middle of the night.

Subsequently.

I don't know how long it has passed, how many "scenery" Zhao Rong passed by calmly.

He stopped in front of a familiar tall building by the lake,
He squinted his eyes and looked up, but there was no word on the plaque.

The tall building at the back of the duke's mansion called Cheng'en did not know how many memories Zhao Rong had when he was young.

It is the most mysterious and difficult place in memory.

At this moment, the door of the building is half closed and unlocked.

The young Confucian scholar stretched out his hand to push the door, and climbed up the steps.

Climb to the top.

Suddenly stop.

I saw that there was a man in purple clothes standing still on the top of the building, with his hands behind him.

Turn your back on the comer.

Its big sleeves are fluttering, and the purple air is lingering.

It seems to be going away with the wind.

There are tall buildings by the lake, and there are purple clothes on the tall buildings.

Below him is a lake of dragons.

……

"Hey, why can't I see your face?"

"Why do you want to look at my face?"

"Nonsense, of course it depends on what you look like. Is it a blue-faced fangs, a jade-faced young man, or a bearded man."

Damn it, isn't it just for looking at faces when meeting netizens?It’s not true that some people go there for interesting souls, right? Cough cough...

On the tall building with no words on the plaque, the young Confucian scholar walked around the purple robe, looking up and down curiously.

This figure was dressed in purple, with a bright blue belt around his waist. He was very tall, about two meters tall, but he didn't look burly, like Gu Yiwu, but rather thin.

But it is very tall, half a head taller than Zhao Rong who is [-] feet [-] inches.

The purple clothes on it, the purple air lingering, hazy like fog, churning non-stop, roughly maintaining the shape of the robe.

However, he couldn't see the general figure under the purple clothes.

The young Confucian scholar couldn't help but look a few more times, secretly said:

After all, people from the Xuanhuang Realm thousands of years ago, were the ancients taller than today's people?

For no reason, Zhao Rong thought of the ancestors of the Li clan who lived in Lidi, who were also tall and handsome.

"What about the blue-faced fangs, what about the jade-faced young man, and the bearded man..."

Gui Youyou, who was dressed in purple, turned her head, faced Zhao Rong, and asked softly, "... so what?"

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, and looked at its blurry face again.

There was a cloud of purple mist, and I could only see the general shape of the facial features, knowing what was the nose and what was the eyes.

The sword spirit with a poisonous tongue that he has known for a long time makes it difficult to see the specific face clearly.

I don't know if it is doing this deliberately, or it is currently weak and only in the state of soul body. At this moment, it is barely moving with the help of purple energy...

However, he took a closer look and found that Gui's face seemed to be quite small, with a slightly pointed chin...

The young Confucian scholar clasped his hands, stepped forward leisurely, and stood side by side with the purple-clothed sword spirit, by the railing on the roof.

The view here is extremely wide, and the vast Pinghu Lake can be seen at a glance.

Zhao Rong glanced at the strange sight of a pool of flood dragons below.

He thought for a while, and said sincerely: "I let you admire a handsome face for free, and you still want to prostitute for nothing? Let me see yours too."

Gui: "..."

Zhao Rong was curious, "By the way, are you feminine and sissy?"

"Get out!" Sword Spirit said angrily.

I don't want to ignore him.

Zhao Rong smiled.

"Well, it's probably true."

He muttered to himself.

Zi Yijian turned his head sharply and stared at him, neither speaking nor seeing his expression clearly.

But Zhao Rong shut up immediately.

Cough cough, looking at this aura, if it can show an expression at this moment, it must be angry at him.

Going on, Zhao Rong has no doubt that Gui Zhen will throw him into the strange lake downstairs.

"Ahem, this outfit of yours... Is it 'Wuwei' that I gave you?"

Zhao Rong coughed twice to ease the atmosphere.

"Humph……"

The purple-clothed sword spirit turned his face away, and stood with his hands behind his back, proudly holding his head up, staring at the pool of evil dragons below.

It didn't answer Zhao Rong, but after a while, it still nodded its chin slightly.

The atmosphere upstairs was quiet.

After a while.

The young Confucian scholar glanced at the strange scene in the small world outside the building.

Except for this Pinghu Lake, everything around is sunny, warblers are flying, grass is growing, pink willows are green.

Make people feel comfortable.

However, the calm lake downstairs can make people feel creepy without knowing it.

At the bottom of the lake, a series of hideous dragons swam their tails, raising their terrifying dragon heads from time to time, looking at the people outside the lake with bloody eyes.

The strange thing is that the lake is calm and the water is clear.

It seems that these evil dragons at the bottom of the lake are all phantoms.

It was not stirred up by the slightest waves, and half a grain of mud was stirred up.

In addition, the so-called bottom of the lake is actually very dark. Although it is a clear lake, the bottom cannot be seen, and no light can escape.

As a result, the evil dragons wandering in the dark water at the bottom of the lake are like dragons that can't see the head but see the tail, and it's hard to see the whole body.

In the field of vision, densely packed.

"Gui, you raised it?"

Zhao Rong rolled up his sleeves and pointed down.

"Do not."

The purple-clothed sword spirit shook his head, and said seriously:
"You raised it."

Zhao Rong was quiet for a moment, then nodded slightly:
"I said where did they go, and thought that after I realized my nature, these things disappeared."

He looked away from the abyss-like flat lake.

Turning his head to look at the bright spring scenery around him, he squinted his eyes and let out a long breath.

Without turning back, he said softly:

"This small world is the lake of your heart after seeing your nature clearly. Its appearance is manifested in your subconscious mind. It can be in any shape, even what you and this seat are seeing are different... …

"The scenery and people you passed by just now are some superficial things in the heart lake, and the 'Pinghu' below is the deepest embodiment of your heart lake."

"Oh, to be precise, this is not Pinghu Lake, but an abyss that can never be explored to the bottom. No one knows what strange things will emerge from this abyss in the next moment."

Zhao Rong thought for a while, "You mean, apart from these evil dragons, there are other things hidden in this abyss?"

The purple-clothed sword spirit was silent for a moment.

It turned its head and looked at Zhao Rong: "How do I know? This is your abyss, and the only one who knows it best is yourself."

Zhao Rong nodded.

At this moment, he noticed that Gui seemed to be still playing with a small object in his hand.

It is also transformed from purple air, like a small gourd.

It held its back on its waist with one hand, and played with the Purple Qi Gourd nimbly with the other.

The movement is very natural and skilled, it seems to be a hard habit.

Gui Youran said: "But you'd better pray that no other weird things will appear in this heart abyss."

Zhao Rong looked curious, "What do you mean?"

The purple-clothed sword spirit stretched out his hand, pointed to the downstairs and said:
"This heart-abyss evil dragon is already the most terrifying heart-abyss monster recorded in most of the cultivation classics related to the heart lake that can be found on the mountain."

It looked more and more satisfied, nodded and said:

"Well, it is the first of the seven vicious beasts of the Heart Abyss. Others, there are red turtles, blood monkeys, horned snakes and other fierce creatures, but they are not as powerful as this evil dragon."

Someone's hand holding the railing trembled slightly, "???"

Ziqi Sword Spirit turned back and faced Zhao Rong.

Its face was purple, and the specific expression at this time could not be seen clearly, but it could be heard that the tone was very happy:
"How about Zhao Rong, this seat is amazing, this time I raised ninety-nine and 81 in the heart lake for you! How can you thank this seat?"

Sword Spirit's tone was very arrogant and complacent.

A young Confucian scholar: "..."

The atmosphere upstairs fell into a dead silence.

Good guy, the most vicious thing in Xinyuan?
If one is born in other people's heart lake, they will have to be "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.I……

a while.

The young Confucian scholar holding the railing glanced at the lake of evil dragons below.

He looked at it carefully for a while, then turned around, and said in a kind tone:

"What a kind hearted lake. Well, so is Jiao, all of them have delicate features."

Sword Spirit nodded, and his tone was happy to be recognized:
"That's right, don't you feel at ease when I do things?"

Zhao Rong nodded and said with great emotion:

"Indeed, it has to be you."

The purple-clothed sword spirit raised his chin, playing with the purple gas gourd in his hand, and spoke arrogantly.

"Hmph, you don't even look at who this seat is."

Zhao Rong turned his head and said with a smile on his face: "Oh? Who are you, I must thank you by your real name."

"This seat...you don't care who this seat is, what name do we leave for good deeds? Isn't this despicable?"

"Well, as expected of you."

The young Confucian scholar gave it a thumbs up, then he pointed to the downstairs, and asked 'modestly' and 'curiously': "You just said that this is the most vicious thing in the heart, what do you mean? Could there be someone more powerful than this group of evil dragons like my son Xinyuan?"

Gui raised his head and thought for a while, then patted the railing with his slender and purple fingers.

"Well, there are some, but very few, and even fewer people know about it."

With a sincere expression, Zhao Rong praised and praised: "Then you must be one."

The purple-clothed sword spirit glanced at him knowingly, and chuckled lightly, "Oh, our Xuanhuang Cultivation Realm is quite secretive."

It continues:

"As far as I know, there was once an ancient emperor who had a blood-stained bronze animal face born from his heart; well, there was also a Taoist saint who had a headless beast emerge from his heart." The dilapidated statue, I heard that this god belongs to a Taoist patriarch... tsk tsk."

Sword Spirit's tone was amazed, and he even smiled.

The young Confucian scholar next to him finally nodded in satisfaction.

"Good guy, the seniors know how to play. From this point of view, I am not the worst one, not bad..."

He smiled, and looked at the pool of evil dragons downstairs.

The Ziqi sword spirit on the side seemed to be laughing too.

The atmosphere cheered up.

At this time, Zhao Rong suddenly pointed down, and said in a polite but sincere tone:

"By the way, what are they going to do to me next?"

Purple Clothed Sword Spirit: "..."

Zhao Rong raised his hand and rubbed his stiff smiling face, thought for a while, and nodded in approval, "Well, I advise them not to go too far, and keep a line in their work...at least I can't make my son look too ugly when he dies. "

"Ahem." Gui coughed twice, "What are you talking about?"

Zhao Rong ignored it, he drooped his eyelids, pointed his fingers, and arranged the funeral by himself:

"Well, I have to go and explain to Qingjun Xiaoxiao and the others. By the way, there is also that girl Qian'er. Well, I was muttering what she should call when my son hangs up. I didn't expect that I would be able to do "Aijia" so soon. 'Oh...Damn it, this crow-mouthed stinking girl..."

The corners of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched. He lowered his head, unable to see his expression, and patted his sleeves.

The purple-clothed sword spirit blinked, and said speechlessly, "Hey, what are you thinking? Who said you were going to die."

"Oh?" Zhao Rong raised his eyelids and pointed downstairs, "They won't mess with me?"

The tone is dubious.

The most vicious thing in Xinyuan in name, so many of them come at once, do you think you can't mess with me?Who would believe it.

Sure enough, the purple-clothed sword spirit shook his head, and said tactfully: "There will still be some influence."

It thought for a while, and said sincerely: "It's reasonable, if you say that there are so many dragons swimming in the heart abyss, you can't treat them as non-existent, can you?"

The tone was a little joking.

But someone didn't smile, and looked at the 'reasonable sword spirit' blankly.

Do you think you are funny?
……

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