i have a sword fairy

Chapter 522 Wine, Lao Confucianism, Mo Xia Sword, and the Words of You Rong

The old Confucian scholar raised his slack eyelids, turned around on the spot, raised two withered fingers, put them against the blade of the sword, and moved away from the swing. He walked forward slowly, passing the handsome girl with a stiff smile and staring eyes staring at people. Beside her, he casually took the hot "hometown food" she was still holding in her hand.

Bamboo leaves falling, silent courtyard.

Holding the back of the pipe in one hand and the dish in the other, the old Confucian scholar walked to the table where he and Zhang Huizhi were sitting under Zhao Rong's silent gaze.

Zhang Huizhi, who had been silent since just now, glanced at the old Confucian scholar, then turned his head slightly, and looked towards the direction of Great Wei in the south, instead of looking at Zhao Rong.

"Ziyu, this Elder Qin is the noble man who is my brother... When I was lonely and went south, it was the Great Wei and Qin Sect who helped me..."

Zhao Rong didn't seem to hear what the young Confucian scholar in black said. He tilted his head and was silently looking at the crooked and disfigured old man whose appearance was quite different.

The young Confucian scholar showed no expression.

There was no reply.

Qin Jianfu bent down, and placed the plate of "spicy noodles" that he had worked so hard to find and roughly restored, on the table in front of the young Confucian scholar.

then.

The old man smiled.

"Try it."

The audience was silent, only the sound of writing from the desk boy coming from the north room, the rhythm remained unchanged.

The young Confucian scholar lowered his eyelids slightly.

Silently staring at the plate of Dawei specialties on the table that he had "searched hard for", and now finally brought by the old man, at a certain moment, he nodded slightly.

"Thank you."

……

……

"Guild, how alive am I this time?"

"Nine points."

"Nine points? Then... how much is the full score?"

In a heart lake that had been half-cooled along with the owner, the dark colors became brighter again.

"ten."

Gui uttered a word softly, but before the heart of a certain young Confucian scholar who was sinking quickly was aroused with hope, he glanced at his mouth and said, "So, you have nothing."

Zhao Rong: "..."

Do you think you are funny?
"According to the logic, under the fireworks you designed, this old beast should not survive. Even if he reacted in time, he would stop the loss immediately and decisively destroy a golden elixir that he had worked hard for half his life in exchange for his return. If you take a small life, it is also lingering, half-dead."

Gui nodded seriously and said:

"Well, the pitiful appearance of his ugly old servant is in line with common sense, but it's a pity that we were careless before and didn't recognize him. In fact, I didn't expect that he would dare to come here to take revenge in person. The key is that he still uses this Weird way..."

"By the way, where did this get a fourth-grade golden pill? Zhao Rong, the weird method that this old bastard just used should be a very rare outer alchemy thaumaturgy on the mountain. Returning to the Golden Core Realm... this way is really evil."

Zhao Rong calmly: "I have no life at all?"

Returning his head, he said directly:
"This is a fourth-rank Golden Elixir, which is close to the upper third-rank Golden Elixir. It is not a mixed pill of seventh or eighth rank cat or dog. This old beast is an orthodox Confucian monk..."

"Although Zhao Qian'er is a sword fairy embryo with outstanding celestial beauty, it's okay for her to fight against a cultivator at the Tianzhi realm by crossing one realm. It's impossible for her to cross two realms and fight against the Jindan realm. It's wishful thinking."

"Zhao Qian'er went with you, but he couldn't even catch his three moves. Therefore, there was no chance of survival."

It sighed, paused, and said:

"Well, this is the case without any accidents. Heh, but according to my experience, in this dangerous situation, there are generally qualified sons of luck, daughters of heaven, etc., and there will be many accidents on them, such as the teacher. Zongmen, seniors are good friends... Well, logically, they can come out in an emergency, save a life, or even help to fight back."

Speaking of this, Sword Spirit smiled, it seemed that at this moment, what it was facing together with Zhao Rong was not the desperate situation of being pressed to death by the enemy of Jindan Realm.

"You say so, Mr. Zhao?"

"........."

Zhao Rong remained silent, seemingly in deep thought.

Gui said with a serious face: "Hey, Mr. Zhao, you should be surprised, right?"

Zhao Rong spoke this time, but asked in a concentrated voice:
"It may be that Uncle Xiaobai, who is a master, is not here. The temporary scholar Yubi who can report danger was deceived by Zhang Huizhi. Now I only have a maple leaf on my body that Mr. Yan gave me. It can be regarded as an accident... Return, you Is this another accident of mine?"

Jian Ling shook his head, "I can't leave your brow chakra, and I can't help you because I don't even have one ten thousandth of my original cultivation base left. Zhao Rong, why don't we take the time to scold this old bastard together before we are wiped out?" Sentence? It is a breath that can be relieved.”

In the heart lake.

It laughed.

Zhao Rong also laughed.

This pair of unreliable sword masters and sword spirits have nothing to do, and they are having fun while suffering.

Because the only "accident" that the two can use is Mr. Yan's Maple Leaf, and this Mr. Zhao Rong is only at the Golden Core level, which is comparable to Qin Jianfu.

The maple leaves he presented will last for a while at most.

The young Confucian scholar finally laughed and said, "Gui, are you not afraid of death?"

Sword Spirit despised Jie Ao: "I've already died once, so there's nothing to be afraid of. Anyway, I don't have much hope for you, the sword master, and you're not as romantic as Mr. Zhao. There are so many confidante, I'm afraid It's a hammer!"

"On the other hand, Mr. Zhao, you are facing a catastrophe. Are you afraid? Do you regret it? Do you regret it later?"

The young Confucian scholar calmly shook his head: "Fear, regret, regret, fear...all of them are filling my heart, but all of them together are not as important as another thought in my heart."

Jian Ling smiled at Yan: "What idea?"

The tone of the young Confucian scholar is rare and gentle:
"Even if I die, I will give this old bastard a punch."

Sword Spirit laughed.

……

Soon, the short communication between Zhao Rong and Gui Zaixinhu was interrupted by the movement outside...

In the small bamboo forest courtyard, there was silence.

In front of the tea table, there are young Confucian scholars, young Confucian scholars, and elderly Confucian scholars.

Or sitting or standing, the atmosphere is weird.

Not far from them, there is a girl who wants to turn her head back and a trembling crystal sword.

Stand still.

The former was squinting his eyes hard, looking at the old Confucian scholar who had suddenly reached the golden core state.

In the girl's eyes, murderous intent and anger overflowed.

Only in the north room on one side, the young man who was concentrating on copying books, the sound of writing was still the same as before.

In front of the couch in the courtyard.

Just after Zhao Rong lowered his eyes and nodded calmly, and said "thank you".

The smile on Qin Jianfu's face was even wider.

Although the elegant and elegant face was melted by the unimaginable flames, and his face was a mass of distorted sarcoma, even the smile could not be seen clearly, but the repeated "ho ho" sound in his throat can prove that he laughed more and more. Happy.

Zhao Rong seemed to turn a deaf ear to these external movements.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the dishes on the table, not knowing what he was thinking.

Qin Jianfu and Zhang Huizhi didn't urge him either, but just watched him.

At a certain moment, the young Confucian scholar sitting on the couch pursed his lips, leaned forward slightly with his straight waist, took a pair of wooden chopsticks, first rubbed them between his palms, then pinched the chopsticks, and picked up the food on the plate. A stick of spicy sticks, followed by hand, passed into the mouth, and tasted it seriously.

His movements are elegant and slow.

Not in a hurry.

Qin Jianfu looked at this young Confucian scholar with great interest, wondering if he was procrastinating for time and waiting for an 'accident'.

If this idea is in his heart, then he will be even happier.

After the old Confucian scholar put one hand down, he stretched out a finger like a dead branch with the other hand, and pushed a pot of wine on the table that was about to bottom out in the direction of Zhao Rong.

"how is the taste?"

The old man laughed and said ho ho.

Like a chef carefully preparing delicious dishes for the guests, with unspeakable expectations in his tone and eyes, he looks at the guests who are tasting.

Zhao Rong stopped his chopsticks, looked up at him, and nodded with a slight breath in his mouth.

Qin Jianfu smiled and nodded in satisfaction.

"Finish well."

The young Confucian scholar suddenly smiled a little embarrassedly, but he was not polite at all, he just picked up the flagon and took a sip as if no one else was around.

This is a meal with a broken head, but...

Zhao Rong drank heavily, put down the jug and wiped his mouth, first he stopped communicating in a certain heart lake, then he glanced at the wine and appetizers, and couldn't help muttering with emotion.

As expected of our Confucian seniors, you are so particular about killing people.

Quite a bit of those great villains who die of crap.

However, in this world, you can eat the kind hometown specialty spicy sticks.

Well, it's not too bad to say that.

Just a little...not spicy enough.

The young Confucian scholar smiled and took a sip of wine.

Afterwards, Zhao Rong picked up another chopsticks and tasted the hot sticks, then put down the chopsticks, squinted his eyes slightly, shook the wine pot in his hand at the old Confucian scholar who was staring at him, and sighed regretfully:
"The wine is spicy enough, it's the taste of brother Sanbian's hometown, but your Dawei's spicy strips are not so good, it doesn't have that taste."

Qin Jianfu laughed.

"I will eat it soon."

"Too."

Zhao Rong nodded.

There really is no next time.

Qin Jianfu looked at him, his gaze was calm and unhurried, and there seemed to be some playful look in the depths of his eyes.

Zhang Huizhi held Zhao Rong's scholar Yubi in his hand, turned his head to look at the scenery outside the courtyard, and held a jug of wine tightly in his other hand.

Zhao Rong picked up the two chopsticks again, stood them up, and tapped the table twice to make the chopsticks aligned.

Ready to eat the leftovers.

Suddenly, the young scholar caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, and couldn't help looking behind Qin Jianfu in surprise.

Qin Jianfu smiled but wasn't smiling.

Zhao Rong listened to the chopsticks in his hand, couldn't help pointing behind the old man, and said solemnly: "There are really people, if you don't believe me, look."

Qin Jianfu smiled 'kindly' on his disfigured face, nodded slightly, and then looked back very cooperatively.

The courtyard behind him was empty, except for Zhao Qian'er who was pinned down, and a trembling and struggling natal flying sword, where was there any figure?
The old man glanced at the courtyard, but his spiritual sense had already swept a hundred miles around, and there was nothing unusual, so he turned back to look at Zhao Rong.

"Well, it seems to be gone again, and you didn't turn back sooner, it's a pity."

The young scholar let out a feigned sigh and shrugged.

Find a step down, after all, he also wants face, doesn't he?

Qin Jianfu looked at him quietly.

childish trick.

Seemingly aware of his boredom, Zhao Rong lowered his eyes, and the chopsticks in his hand continued to reach for the spicy strips on the plate.

Qin Jianfu, who was watching him, glanced at him and shook his head,

And at the moment when the old man just shook his head!

The entire bamboo forest courtyard suddenly changed suddenly, and the abnormal phenomenon appeared horizontally.

Behind the disfigured old Confucian scholar, a girl turned around, put two slender fingers together, and looked at the old man's back from the air, from right to left, slanted but straight.

A snow-white sword energy belonging to the seventh-level Mo Xia.

Soar into the sky.

In an instant, the sword energy condensed into a thin snow-white line, locked on the energy of the fifth-level Jindan old Confucian student, and slashed straight at his hunched back.

This sword energy tore apart the space, so fast that it lost any sound in the air.

From a distance, it looks like a straight sword mark made by a childish child with a wooden sword indiscriminately, without sound.

However, only those who are facing it and locked by its aura can truly feel its terrifying prestige that belongs to the seventh-level powerhouse.

The 'snow white thin line' seemed to tear Qin Jianfu's hunchbacked apart in the next second.

The air in the audience froze.

"Ho ho..."

And at this moment, a small laugh sounded softly.

Accompanied by some coughing.

Suddenly, the light in the courtyard dimmed.

The previous silence was restored again.

The thin white lines are gone.

This Zhao Qian'er wielded the seventh-level Mo Xia sword energy that even the monks in the Nascent Soul Realm trembled...

Missed.

The back of the disfigured old Confucian scholar remained in place.

He was safe and sound, not a single bit of injury.

At this time, the old man lowered his head and smiled ho ho.

Laughter ranges from muffled to hoarse.

getting bigger.

"Ho ho ho ho... hahahaha... cough cough cough..."

He is in the hand behind him holding the bong.

At some point, a small gray cigarette pouch appeared.

Originally, after he took out the golden elixir and swallowed it, it had been put back and hung on the bong.

But at this moment, the cigarette pouch opened the pocket with the width of the little finger, and it quietly landed on the old man's skinny palm.

The whole place was silent.

Under the eyes of shock and despair.

This one just watched the ordinary cigarette bag slowly close, and the remaining wisps of snow-white sword energy lingered around the mouth of the bag, and finally dissipated completely as the mouth of the bag closed...

"How... how is it possible."

The final move, which was almost a surefire success, was unexpectedly broken without a sound.

Zhao Qian'er's eyes widened, and she couldn't help taking a step back, whispering in an unbelievable and incomprehensible tone.

A young girl's heart sank infinitely.

The young Confucian scholar whose tacit cooperation failed unexpectedly, frowned suddenly, and stared at the disfigured old Confucian scholar who was laughing out of breath.

"Zhao Rong, this situation is not right, very wrong..." A certain sword spirit's serious voice came.

The heart of the young Confucian scholar suddenly turned cold.

This is not just revenge on Zhao Ziyu alone.

Someone was going to kill him... them!
……

　Thanks to the good brother "I'm not a good person" for the reward of 5000 coins!Thanks for the reward of 1500 coins from the good brother "缘_缘"!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)