i have a sword fairy

Chapter 525 Alive and Big Breasted Mrs.
At this moment, in the small bamboo forest courtyard.

Zhao Rong's head was stepped on, and his vision was blurred.

He was very unwilling. If it was just a competition of physique, Zhao Rong's physique of a different kind of flood dragon could not beat this old Confucian scholar's physique.

This old bastard has a fourth-grade golden elixir, with spiritual energy cultivation.

These bless Qin Jianfu's body, and at the same time, the spiritual energy allows him to use various Confucian spells and realm coercion, so Zhao Rong is tortured like this, powerless to fight back...

The disfigured old Confucian scholar stepped on his head, squatted down slowly, and heard a murmur coming from under his feet.

"Children of the Zhao family... shed the blood of the mysterious bird of fate... you should hold your sword... and go... to die."

The young Confucian scholar with a broken arm lowered his head, and slowly stretched out his other hand, as if crawling with five fingers, trying to grab the Wenjian left by his mother not far away.

Qin Jianfu watched with great interest and did not stop him.

He raised his head slightly, and took a deep breath with great satisfaction. This is the smell brewed by the pain of the Confucian scholars under his feet, and it is the smell of revenge. Zhao Rong's pain is the most delicious food in the eyes of the old man.

"My... and my son were all caused by you, Zhao Ziyu, I want you to experience it too..."

feet.

The left hand that was 'crawling' hard with blood finally touched the hilt of Wenjian.

The blood-red spikes of the sword became even brighter in the sun.

Qin Jianfu opened his eyes again, this time, his eyes were indifferent and cruel.

At the same time, the hand on the ground finally grasped the hilt of the sword tremblingly, and pulled it out gently.

Qin Jianfu, who was about to sneer, suddenly froze.

I saw, on this Wenjian sword that was re-inserted back into the scabbard by a woman in Confucian shirt not long ago, there was a... Faint ink color emerged.

In the blink of an eye, the disfigured old Confucian scholar staggered and stepped on the ground.

The young Confucian scholar with a broken arm disappeared...

The old man's face changed slightly, but he turned his head suddenly.

This time it was heading south.

"...One hundred miles, only one hundred miles... Hehe... Do you really think you can run away? This is not bad, it's even more interesting, run away until you are completely desperate..."

The disfigured old scholar couldn't help showing a cruel smile.

Then his expression froze and he regained his composure.

First, he didn't worry about the cat-and-mouse game, he patted his sleeve leisurely, and then stretched out his hand to the side.

Zhang Huizhi stood up with a complex expression and walked forward.

He paused halfway, avoiding the severed arm left by someone on the road, made a small circle, walked to Qin Jianfu, and handed the Lin Lu Scholar Jade Bi to the old man.

The old Confucian scholar pinched a formula with his fingers, and imposed a restraint on the jade bi, which was shining brightly red after a hundred meters away from the owner, suppressing the red light of the Chuanxun Academy, and then threw it into the gray cigarette bag to completely block it.

"Good job, will."

Qin Jianfu nodded slightly, turned around and wanted to leave.

"Teacher..." The young Confucian scholar suddenly said.

The old Confucian scholar paused slightly, "What is it?"

"That person... can that person really do it..." The tone was hesitant.

"I heard from that person that the water in Dali is very deep and involves many, many old almanacs. However, with that person here, you can rest assured and just wait quietly. He will find you again, just like before. It’s like finding an old man suddenly... It’s just a simple thing to keep the royal family safe. If you have any prospects and ambitions, tell him boldly, and do it boldly. He will help you, as long as you promise some insignificant things conditions."

As the words fell, the disfigured old Confucian figure suddenly disappeared from the courtyard.

One breath for ten miles, heading south.

All that was left was a mess of blood and dust in the courtyard, and a lonely Confucian scholar who silently bowed his head and hands.

At the feet of the lonely Confucian scholar, there is a severed arm of a man lying quietly.

The sound of the boy copying books from the desk in the north room is still there.

The dull boy didn't hear what was going on outside the window, lowered his head and wrote over and over again:

Establish a heart for the world, establish a life for the living and the people, inherit the knowledge of the past, and create peace for everything.

"Private morality...public morality...private morality...public morality..."

The lonely Confucian scholar bent down murmuringly, picked up the broken arm, lowered his head, wiped it with his sleeve, and walked away waddlingly.

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It is about a hundred miles south of the small courtyard in the bamboo forest.

By the bank of a rushing river, under a tree, a certain figure suddenly appeared here, and at this moment, the black mana enveloping his body was slowly dissipating.

The figure of an injured man appeared on the ground. The snow-white clothes on his body were soaked in blood and covered with dust and bamboo leaves.

One of his sleeves was empty, and he fell to the ground, breathing weakly.

Beside him fell a Wenjian.

Quiet for a moment.

"Wake up, Zhao Rong!" Gui observed the situation, and quickly called out...

Soon.

Zhao Rong, awakened by the urging of the sword spirit, turned over, fell on his back on the grass, freed up his remaining left hand, and grabbed a large amount of elixir to heal his injuries from the Xumiwu in his bosom.

Many of them came from the state treasury.

The young Confucian scholar's face was bloodstained, his breath was like a thread, and his left hand trembled as he poured bottles of pills on the ground.

Then his left hand fumbled wildly on the ground, grabbed a handful of elixir mixed with mud, sand and dust, and swallowed it with difficulty like swallowing a jujube...

Sword Spirit anxiously felt the gradually stabilizing energy in his body, and was slightly relieved.

At first, Zhao Rong felt a stagnant qi and blood stuffing in his chest, his breathing was not smooth, and he was about to suffocate, but soon, as the effects of these priceless panacea evaporated, he finally passed the most difficult moment. Come on.

"It's still Zhu Yourong who understands you."

Gui suddenly sighed.

At this time, the young Confucian scholar was panting heavily, lying on his back on the grass, his eyes wide open, and he looked at the gradually darkening sky in a daze.

He subconsciously wanted to stretch out his right hand, but found that his right hand was gone, so he grinned self-mockingly, stretched out his left hand and grabbed the Wenjian on the ground on the right side of his body with difficulty.

Zhao Rong raised the Wenjian horizontally and held it in front of his eyes, staring blankly at the place where Zhu Yourong quietly left a 'stroke'.

Zhu Yourong deceived him a little bit.

She only wrote two words.

One "forever" and one "positive".

But instead of ten strokes, there are eleven.

There is nothing to do with the orthographic characters, but she deliberately wrote the word "Yong" into six strokes.

I was about to fold the "フ" horizontally and divided it into two strokes. Even he was deceived, or subconsciously ignored it. At that time, he only thought she was being naughty and didn't write seriously. Now that I think about it...

"Did you guess it then..."

Zhao Rong muttered to himself in a daze, staring at Wenjian, his eyes were sore from the sunlight reflected by the sword.

However, this pain is nothing compared to the severe pain piercing through the severed arm at this moment.

Zhao Rong's lips turned white, and there was a severe phantom limb sensation from the broken arm on the right, as if the hand was still there.

The flesh and blood on the severed arm seemed to be wrapped in hot magma. It was the burning pain that every drop of blood was boiled. Bit by bit, it gathered into a boiling sea of ​​bitterness, and then came like a tide wave after wave. .

He was numb with pain.

If it weren't for the pills in his body that were slowly taking effect at this time, and the powerful dragon's physique in the Fuyao Realm was slowly absorbing spiritual energy and began to recover slowly, Zhao Rong would have lost too much blood and passed out to 'sleep'.

When Zhao Rong was in a daze, Gui carefully observed the surroundings, and couldn't help but regret:

"Zhao Rong, looking at the environment, we don't seem to have escaped too far. The river next to it is flowing downstream. We were transported downstream to the south. On the contrary, Zhao Qian'er was sent by you to the north and upstream for a thousand miles, and we... ...There is only one stroke...no accident, that is only one hundred miles."

Zhao Rong was still lying down on the grass, holding the horizontal sword with one arm, staring blankly at the sound of the sword, without replying.

He was puzzled by one thing.

After Jian Ling finished speaking, he paused, then lost his tone and said:
"It's too close, it's too close, your aura must still be locked by that old bastard, he is a Jindan cultivator, even if it's the strange way of swallowing the outer alchemy, it's still in the Jindan realm, it's too close a hundred miles away Can catch up...and your injury..."

It was silent and sighed lonely.

The dazed Zhao Rong suddenly asked: "Did she guess at that time that I, Zhao Ziyu, would one day...beg to die?"

Jian Ling was slightly stunned, and immediately said unhappily:

"Do you still need to guess? You are self-righteous and arbitrary in doing things and don't let others tell you. At best, you are assertive and responsible. At worst, you are machismo and self-willed. Zhu Yourong left ten strokes for you , you give it all to that little girl, regardless of whether she is willing or not..."

It nodded and praised:
"Well done, Mr. Zhao is honored, and the little girl was moved and cried, but besides these, is there any other meaning? You pat your ass and leave, but Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Qian'er Glory has become a widow, and En seems to have a little fox demon too, who will be sad and blame herself for you for the rest of her life..."

Zhao Rong: "..."

Jian Ling sneered again: "It's because you women are used to you, Zhu Yourong is more mature and reliable, understands your temperament, and deliberately left behind, although it seems useless now, it is a dead end, it is better to save It’s not for Mr. Zhao who likes to court death.”

The young Confucian scholar looked at the bright sword, gasped and blinked, forgetting the numb pain for a moment.

I didn't expect Sword Spirit's 'combat power' to be so strong at this moment, and he almost blushed and blamed himself for criticizing it with a strange yin and yang.

The doubt in his heart was figured out, Zhao Rong closed his eyes and took a deep breath, wiped the blood on his face with the back of his hand holding the sword, then grinned and said:

"Have you finished cursing?"

"no!"

Jian Ling said without even thinking about it, and continued to sneer:
"Anyway, that old bastard is about to come up and be buried with Mr. Zhao. I need to scold you a few words to relieve my anger. Later, I will carefully appreciate the old bastard's cramp and skinning skills. I don't agree with Mr. Zhao. The heroic demeanor of a blink, can be regarded as barely able to die in peace, by the way, later on Huangquan Road, you don’t stay in this seat, get out of here quickly, or I will beat you, hum, I don’t want to see you in the next life, let’s reincarnate separately, Don't get bad luck."

Sword Spirit spoke arrogantly.

Zhao Rong: "..."

He was speechless for a while, and finally shook his head without replying.

Suddenly, Zhao Rong jumped up like a carp, but unfortunately his figure was still a little unsteady, he staggered forward a few steps, propped his sword on the ground, and finally stabilized his footsteps.

But these are all side details, the young Confucian scholar raised his head indifferently, and took a serious look at the sky and the sun.

"Is it still Shenshi? Those things just now feel like it's been longer than 1 years..."

He clutched the broken arm, murmured, and immediately moved.

The sword spirit who was about to lie flat felt something was wrong, and said vigilantly:

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Zhao Rong quickly took out the white cloth from the bandages, matched one hand with a cleft and pale mouth, tore the bandages a few times, and then carefully bandaged the wound on the severed arm.

At this moment, he bit a section of the bandage between his teeth, swung his head to the left, tightened the knot, then spit out the bandage in his mouth with a bah sound, and calmly replied:
"Why? Live."

Jian Ling was stunned, "This is no nonsense, you are either alive or dead, I am asking what you want to do, do these things."

Zhao Rong suddenly smiled, revealing his sharp and bloodshot white teeth, and repeated again:

"Alive! Go back alive."

Gui was silent this time. At this time, there was something called "light" in the eyes and tone of the young Confucian scholar.

Jian Ling became puzzled, just now he advised him not to die and to run for his life, but he decided to die and leave the way of life to others.

As a result, the current situation is at the end of the road, and it is also desperately waiting to die. In the end, he regained his energy for some reason, and firmly said that he wants to live and go back alive...

Zhao Rong lowered his head, quickly picked up the elixir scattered on the ground, selected the beneficial elixir, and then threw it into his mouth before even wiping off the dust, and swallowed it forcefully.

At this time, the venomous sword spirit became abnormally quiet, and the young Confucian scholar seemed to have noticed something.

He was silent for a while, first lowered his head, and put the Wenjian engraved with the black bird pattern of Destiny on his waist again.

Then, on the banks of the turbulent river, a blood-stained young Confucian scholar held his sword with one arm.

Alone, facing the north, that is, the direction of Duyou City, with burning eyes, he said sonorously:

"I want to go back alive and bring a bright moon to Qing Jun... I can't let Xiao Qian'er blame herself... And I want to marry a very weak and stupid little fox demon."

As he spoke, the corners of his mouth curled up on his miserable, injured face.

"Don't let me die? Hmm... I want to go and have a serious talk with a big-breasted female gentleman who writes quietly and doesn't tell me..."

"You teach me how to do things?"

The young Confucian scholar looked straight ahead.

At this moment, his mind is clear and his knowledge and action are one.

But upon hearing some of his words, Jian Ling was stunned.

"Big... big breasts..."

You... how dare you, dare to call so proudly?so brave...

The young Confucian scholar, who was uncertain about his life or death but determined to go back, wiped his face again, and then waved his hand.

"What's wrong with calling it Big Breasts? I've wanted to call it that for a long time. I've been holding it in for a long time. This Zhu Yourong hum..."

He raised his head slightly.

Gui: "..."

At this time, the young Confucian scholar looked at the sky again, his expression froze, and he said suddenly:
"Did you hear that!"

Gui frowned, "What did you hear?"

Zhao Rong shouted: "The sound of the waterfall! That waterfall is not far downstream!"

At first I was puzzled, then woke up immediately, "You mean..."

At this moment, the young Confucian scholar turned his head sharply, and the sword spirit's words stopped.

In the field of vision, in the direction of the north behind them, in the vast jungle that can't be seen, every breath, at a distance of about ten miles, there will be a group of birds in the jungle flying up!

These places faintly connected into a straight line, quickly extending towards Zhao Rong's position at this time.

This unknown movement can arrive here in less than five breaths!

Returning to my heart, I was astonished.

But in an instant, the young Confucian with one arm holding the sword came alive, and jumped into the extremely turbulent water!
The figure disappeared in an instant.

Just after Zhao Rong left, less than five breaths later, under the tree by the river, the hunchbacked figure of a disfigured old scholar suddenly appeared!

The old man was holding a gray cigarette bag in his hand, and his gaze was as keen as a vulture scanning the surrounding area...

Immediately, he curled his lips indifferently, facing the downstream direction, and his figure disappeared suddenly.

After about ten breaths.

Downstream, next to the Bitan under a spectacular waterfall, there is a disfigured old Confucian scholar floating quietly above the Bitan, with the raging waterfall behind him.

In his hand was a blood-stained white coat that was soaked and torn.

It was just hanging among the branches on a path next to Bitan.

It seems that someone left it while fleeing into the woods.

But Qin Jianfu was unmoved, his eyes swept around the waterfall like a torch, and finally, his sight slowly stopped on the waterfall behind him like a galaxy hanging upside down.

"childish."

He is calm and soft.

Although it is covered up by some strange and powerful formation prohibition shields.

However, with the help of the gray cigarette bag in his hand, the vast spiritual consciousness was still extremely keen to faintly perceive something.

The vast spiritual sense told the old man that there is a huge and complex space behind the waterfall.

Moreover, that kid's aura is faintly hidden in it!
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(End of this chapter)