i have a sword fairy

Chapter 524 Qianer travels a thousand miles, Tzuyu a hundred miles
Zhao Rong didn't want to die.

He made an appointment with Qing Jun to pick a bright moon for her to go back.

He promised Su Xiaoxiao that he would exchange her for a bright moon that is unique in the sky and only on earth.

He promised Qian'er that he would love and cherish her forever and count the stars with her for the rest of his life.

Zhao Rong didn't want to die, but.

And never live.

Qin Jianfu rejected the only compromise he regarded as the bottom line, and did not let Qian'er go.

This old man from Wei wants to torture him with someone he cares about.

What else is Zhao Rong going to do?

Continue to compromise?Kneeling and begging this old fox for mercy?
Use the method of losing the man's morale to seek a chance of life?
This seems to be the only possible solution to the current situation of near death and no life.

Also... Qin Jianfu was vaguely looking forward to the picture.

The old man's actions, the old man's delay in doing anything, and the psychological pressure and hints that have been superimposed on him.

It is to lure him in this direction... Submit, submit, if you submit, the old man will let her go.

The old man not only wanted to destroy him physically, but also defeated him mentally.

and so.

Zhao Rong is ready to go, with a sword and a crown.

Charge silently.

Go to death.

So the moment when he was despised by Zhao Rong's actions.

Qin Jianfu, who had always been indifferent and calculating, was furious.

"Sorry, Brother Rong is useless..."

At that moment, the young Confucian scholar whispered in his heart.

and so.

At this moment, in the bamboo forest courtyard where the red leaves have all fallen, facing Zhu Yourong shaking his head.

Zhao Rong couldn't agree.

He couldn't let Qian'er down.

You can't insult yourself either.

I can only think of a generous way to die.

Zhao Rong silently looked at the woman in the Confucian shirt in front of him whose black color was gradually fading, and the disfigured old Confucian scholar's laughter suddenly resounded in his ears.

Sure enough, Zhu Yourong's 'accident' was also planned by this old fox, or the person behind him.

Zhao Rong turned his head and looked calmly.

Qin Jianfu took a big hand, and the gray pipe that was still safe after the pipe was broken, opened the small mouth of the pipe slightly, and sucked the fragments of the copper dry pipe into it.

The gray pipe flew back to Qin Jianfu's hand.

Holding a cigarette pouch in one hand, he pointed to the woman in Confucian shirt walking from the landscape painting with the other, and said with a sneer:

"A female monk with a half-step Nascent Soul? Tsk tsk, it seems that she is still following the Confucian way, but she is... the way of calligraphy and painting? It's a bit weird... but no matter how weird it is, it's just a projection from the body of the Nascent Soul. I couldn't find this place and come here in person."

The old man restrained his smile again, looked calmly at the young Confucian scholar who was half covered by the Confucian woman, and nodded.

"Sure enough, you kid has a lot of backhands, and there are quite a few accidents. Do you have a few more? Hmm? Do you have any impression of the 'little accident' in which a carriage lost control and the carriage fell down a few days ago? I found that there are many strange things hidden in your kid."

Zhao Rong looked down.

It turned out that the old bastard and the people behind him had secretly done so many tests and preparations before today's deadlock.

Was it painstaking, just to kill him without fail?
The young Confucian scholar nodded, "It's an honor."

His hand was still on the sword, his five fingers clenched so tightly that they lost all color, and the gaps between his fingers were covered with blood-red sword tassels.

Qin Jianfu moved.

He took two steps to the left, facing Zhao Rong and the Confucian woman, and continued to say calmly:
"If there is any accident, release them all quickly and see if it can save your dog's life... Heh, in fact, the old man is more curious about the man who followed you like a young man in green clothes, which is a bit incomprehensible In the end, but..."

The old man kept talking, holding a gray cigarette bag in his hand, walked a few steps to the northeast of the courtyard, and said with a light smile:
"The old man also left something for him. He said why the man in green didn't come today. Why don't you give him a chance to call him?"

Zhao Rong nodded again, pointed at Qian'er, and said seriously:

"It's fine, this girl knows where it is, let her go to Uncle Xiaobai, I'll wait here with you."

Qin Jianfu also nodded, with a subterranean smile:
"Okay, just do as you said. But I have to abolish her cultivation first, shatter her sword fairy embryo, then scratch her pretty little face, burn it with fire, and then put She's going to report the letter. Just wait patiently, the old man will finish it right away."

As the words fell, the disfigured old Confucian scholar held his cigarette pouch with one hand behind his back, facing east and west, and walked towards Zhao Qian'er who was lying on the ground without haste.

The young Confucian scholar took a deep breath, and turned to look at the Confucian shirt woman in front of him protecting him.

The woman in black Confucian shirt who had been quiet before did not look at him, but suddenly raised her head and looked around in all directions.

Gui suddenly warned: "Not good, this old bastard is setting up a formation, he was stalling for time just now! It's all lies! He is afraid that you will run away with Zhu Yourong, and he wants to seal this bamboo forest!"

Sure enough, just as Zhao Rong's face subconsciously turned serious, the disfigured old Confucian scholar in the distance who had been keeping his eyes fixed quickly glanced in the direction of Zhao Rong and the others, and his pace suddenly accelerated.

A formation that seals the space is being formed under his feet.

It will be completed in a few breaths.

And Zhao Qian'er, who was originally looking sad and hopeless, seemed to have noticed these strange things on the field, but she was not worried but happy at the moment, because she saw that Brother Rong'er seemed to have finally noticed these things.

There is still time, there is still time, to be taken away by that black woman who looks like Mr. Zhu!

"Mmmmmm..." You go quickly.

Xiao Qian'er couldn't make a sound, sobbing.

Her flushed peach eyes were wide open, and tears of joy flowed down her cheeks. However, in those hazy eyes, apart from the joy and gratitude that he was alive...

There is also the regret and sadness of not seeing him again in the future, and a little fear of the gloomy and terrible ending after she was left behind.

Isn't she afraid of death?Isn't she afraid of death?How could she not be afraid of death...

Just when the atmosphere in the courtyard was at a critical moment, Zhu Yourong, who was made up of black ink, suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhao Rong's right hand.

A message reserved a long time ago spread along Zhao Rong's palm ink, and quickly passed to the outside of Zhao Rong's heart lake, 'knock the door'.

It was received by the sharp "opening the door" of the sword spirit in the heart lake.

In an instant, it was pleasantly surprised:
"One thousand miles, Ziyu, one thousand miles! This is what Zhu Yourong arranged for you! One stroke can make you jump a hundred miles in any direction in half a breath. Two words, ten strokes, can make you jump continuously. Jumping a thousand miles, just escaped from this old beast's qi lock."

Zhao Rong took a deep breath, looked down at the two words of help on the palm of his hand, and murmured.

"Just... is it enough?"

Gui hurriedly urged, "It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. Hurry up and choose a direction, let's escape! This seat suggests going north, away from Jiyue Mountain. Let's not go to Dugu and the others, there may be enemies over there..."

Zhao Rong nodded in agreement.

He pulled the Confucian shirt woman who looked up quietly with his hand.

She looked down at him.

Her face is blurred.

The young Confucian scholar also looked at her calmly, and tightened her hand tightly.

He nodded lightly.

It seems that some agreement has been reached.

It's between the lightning and the flint.

The disfigured old Confucian scholar stopped suddenly, and his brows, whose hair was burned up, were furrowed for the first time today.

The old man seemed to realize that this 'accident' was really going to become an accident.

It's about to happen and it's hard to stop!
Qin Jianfu suddenly took a step back and stopped the last formation.

He waved his hand, nodded and smiled: "Forget it, let this girl go find your green-clothed entourage, so as not to hurt her."

As he spoke, the old man glanced at the hands of the fuzzy-faced woman in Confucian shirt and the young Confucian scholar.

Zhao Rong remained silent, his slender body seemed to be stained with the ink color of the woman beside him, and also faintly blurred.

It seems that it will disappear in the next second.

Seeing this, the old man looked at the handsome girl on the ground next to him.

At this moment, I don't know whether it was intentional or not.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu...Brother Rong'er, go away, don't listen to this bad guy, go with her!"

Zhao Qian'er let go of the gag again.

The charming and charming girl fell face-on in the dust on the ground, unable to move her body, she raised her head vigorously, widened her eyes covered with tears, and tried her best to pass through the edge of the cloth shoes of the rickety old man in front of her, in the autumn In the sunshine under the alms of the sun and the bamboo forest, I went to take another look at the figure and appearance of the young Confucian scholar.

She cried and laughed, shouting hoarsely.

"Brother Wuwuwu Ronger, don't hesitate, you will fall into his trap, this is a good opportunity, you go, go to find Uncle Xiaobai...to Miss...to Mr. Zhu..."

Hearing this, Qin Jianfu's face remained normal, and he quietly pressed the corners of his mouth that were about to bend. This was the effect he wanted.

A certain sword spirit also saw this conspiracy, and reminded softly: "Zhao Rong, don't hesitate..."

Zhao Rong nodded.

I didn't go to see Zhao Qian'er and Qin Jianfu the whole time.

He still calmly watched the blurred face of the woman in Confucian shirt holding his hand in front of him.

It seems that through the blurred ink, I can see the expression of her frowning at this time.

The Confucian shirt woman shook her head.

The young Confucian scholar held her hand and nodded.

The woman in the Confucian shirt looked at him quietly again, then turned her head away.

then.

In the courtyard of the bamboo forest.

The black Confucian shirt woman disappeared.

A girl who was laughing, crying, happy and sad disappeared.

Half a breath a hundred miles.

The young Confucian scholar lowered his head and glanced at his empty right hand again. The two ink characters on the palm of his hand, the elegant strokes left by a certain Confucian woman in Shidao, are disappearing one by one in an orderly manner.

Just five breaths.

The two words Yourong on the palm of the hand were all extinguished.

In the far distance, a handsome girl who was looking around stupidly broke away from Qin Jianfu's air lock.

The small courtyard in the bamboo forest once again regained its tranquility.

The disfigured old Confucian turned his head and looked towards the north in surprise.

Zhang Huizhi, who had been silent for a long time, looked sideways at the man who was drinking and laughing and saying "I will live up to you" not long ago.

The young Confucian scholar who remained under Qin Jianfu's nose lightly nodded, and said seriously to Gui, "I didn't hesitate."

Purple Clothed Sword Spirit: "..."

It clicked its mouth, and then closed it speechlessly.

Is this the hesitation this seat is talking about?You can't fucking pay attention to a few 'strokes' for yourself! ?You, Zhao Ziyu use one word, Zhao Qianer uses one word, and run separately, or you have three strokes and she has seven strokes, it's fine, although it's hard to guarantee, but both of them can have a lot of life, and they can be regarded as worthy of her...

In the end, you gave all your motherfuckers to that little girl...

Jian Ling feels that this day cannot be passed, and it is really impossible to live, love whoever.

It looked at the quiet courtyard outside and the strange gazes cast by those people, thought for a while, and seriously said to the sword master:
"Can you send me away too? Mr. Zhao Dashan."

Zhao Rong shook his head, "No."

"This day is your uncle."

It turned out to be a new curse, and it was not yin and yang, very manly.

Zhao Rong was slightly taken aback, then smiled.

At this time, Qin Jianfu snorted softly, and slowly looked away, looking at Zhao Rong.

Did not go after that handsome girl.

The disfigured old Confucian scholar glanced at the young Confucian scholar.

Then, he laughed too.

Although the ending was unexpected, the old man was quite satisfied.

Zhao Rong also looked up at him with a brighter smile on his face.

So the old and the young and the two Confucian scholars were all smiling.

Those who didn't know thought it was a pair of close seniors and juniors.

They don't know that there is a deep blood feud between the two, and one will die today.

The old Confucian scholar nodded and said with a smile, "That's fine."

As the words fell, he bullied himself before and took a big hand towards Zhao Rong.

The young Confucian scholar was already very content. He first said with a smile to Gui, who was yelling at him in the heart lake, "Listen and study hard later", and then he laughed and cursed directly:
"I want to beat my father? If your father frowns, I will continue to be your father in the next life..."

As he spoke, he wanted to draw the sword at his waist, but just as his hand touched the hilt, the next second his wrist was grabbed by a hand with skinny fingers.

Zhao Rong's right hand was twisted into an astonishing arc, and then there was a sound of bone cracking.

The disfigured old Confucian came to him lightly, first crushed his wrist bone, and then removed all the moves he had resisted. Holding Zhao Rong's fractured wrist with five fingers, he continued to use force to shake the shattered wrist bone. It was pinched into tiny bones smaller than a fingernail.

"Ah... uh!!"

Zhao Rong's eyes were shattered, but he gritted his teeth, puffed out his cheeks, and restrained himself from screaming.

The Wenjian fell to the ground.

This writing hand is completely useless.

Qin Jianfu glanced at his frowning brows. The broken bone on Zhao Rong's wrist pierced the skin and flesh, and the blood dripped all over the old man's skinny five fingers like eagle claws.

Qin Jianfu swung his hand from side to side slowly, so Zhao Rong's right hand, whose wrist bone was broken, also swayed weakly from side to side in the autumn wind, like a rag doll broken by a child.

The smell of blood filled the yard.

The old man smiled even more, and this was just the beginning.

He first blocked another punch from the young Confucian scholar 'soft', and then with a withered finger, he gently picked out the tendon in the bloody mass of blood on his wrist, pinched it, and pulled it out.

Bright red blood splattered continuously.

Zhao Rong's heart was in pain, his teeth were bleeding, and his body centered on the disused right hand, twisted and fell down in pain.

The old man gently took the hand of the man who fell to the ground, feeling that it was still not enough, he looked at Zhao Rong's desperately holding back, and nodded with a smile.

Then, gently helped Zhao Rong pull out his right arm, and threw it behind his shoulder.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"

There was a hoarse roar.

The severed arm of the young Confucian scholar fell to the ground, splashing blood and dust.

The old Confucian scholar turned a deaf ear, stretched out his bloody withered hand, and wiped Zhao Rong's snow-white collar carefully, then reached out to pick up a cup of tea from the table next to him, and moistened his throat.

He glanced at Zhao Rong, who was clutching his broken arm on the ground and writhing in pain, and wrote lightly: "Call out louder, heh, this is just the beginning, why don't you try the fire later?"

The young Confucian scholar bulged his cheeks with a distorted smile, holding back his voice.Only a few words were squeezed out between the teeth.

The sound is a little small.

The disfigured old Confucian scholar put down his teacup, bent over to listen.

"...Old... Laoer use a little force... Didn't eat... Did you eat haha..."

The old man nodded, and at the next moment, with a bang, he stepped firmly on Zhao Rong's high head, making his right temple stick to the ground.

There was a pit in the ground.

It is the shape of Zhao Rong's head.

Qin Jianfu lowered his eyes and glanced down.

However, the young Confucian scholar who had his head trampled on laughed, his mouth was bloody, the corners of his eyes were cracked, and the bridge of his nose was broken, but his smile was extraordinarily bright.

"...didn't...eat...food?"

In a certain heart lake, a certain purple-clothed sword spirit who turned his head away and couldn't bear to look at it suddenly laughed when he heard the words. It was on a tall building by the lake, clutching its stomach, and laughed endlessly.

Qin Jianfu sneered, thinking of the next method of torturing him, it would have to make him die of pain...

　Thanks to the good brother "Moon Shadow Wind Spirit Chief Disciple" for the reward of 2000 coins!Thanks for the 1500 coin reward from the good brother "The past doesn't follow the wind"!
　　
　
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