i have a sword fairy

Chapter 535
"Too bad, it was discovered so quickly."

When Qin Jianfu took a candle from the southeast corner and turned back, Gui couldn't help but secretly said.

However, what made his mood drop even more was the disfigured old Confucian scholar's action of lowering his head and sniffing the candle carefully.

It turned out that he had been prepared for a long time.

Sword Spirit frowned.

It is simply too difficult to tamper with the candles, put some scented poisons and so on, so that an old monster with extraordinary experience in the Jindan realm can be careless.

So... Zhao Rong's possible backhand is not in this white candle?
Candles are just ordinary candles, not his turning point?

Just like the blood circles painted on the ground, it was just an empty plan and distracted Qin Jianfu?

In the heart lake, the purple-clothed sword spirit was confused and anxious.

At this time, it turned its head and looked at the calm heart lake next to it. Most of it was still occupied by that calm and calm dazzling color.

In addition, there are some colors such as fear, fear, sadness, and regret in the "water of the lake of the heart", but they are firmly suppressed by the calm color of the "water of the lake", and the proportion is not large.

Suddenly, Gui realized something was wrong again.

At the edge of the heart lake, some lakes that symbolize the roaming of consciousness, tired and dormant colors are being restrained by the calm and calm lake water at the edge of the heart lake...

Is he in a daze, or is he trying to close his eyes and go to sleep?Is the injury unbearable?
Gui couldn't help but look at the calm one-armed Confucian scholar outside, and immediately held back his voice.

It pressed down, concentrated all its attention on the situation outside the outer brow chakra...

"Light a candle for yourself so early, do you want to die so much?"

In the main hall, the disfigured old Confucian scholar stepped into the blood circle, slowly approached the one-armed Confucian scholar sitting in the coffin, and said softly.

At this time, the old man was only seven steps away from the latter, and there was a blood-red pattern of a hexagram on the ground in the middle.

The bloody six-pointed star surrounded the one-armed Confucian scholar and the dragon coffin.

While speaking, Qin Jianfu threw half of the candle that was folded into two in his hand and threw it behind his shoulder.

He dragged the gray cigarette pouch in one hand, lightly twisted the remaining half of the candle with the flame with two fingers, and walked two steps forward, approaching the edge of the last hexagram on the ground.

Zhao Rong tried his best to raise his drooping eyelids, raised his hand, and wiped his bloody face vigorously.

He continued to calmly look at the old man who was twisting the candle with two fingers, and shook his head.

"It's for that little bastard in your family."

The disfigured old Confucian scholar's expression was flat, Aiko and his whole family were scolded, he didn't seem angry.

Keep going.

Keep walking.

Three steps away from the bloody six-pointed star.

Inside the hexagram three steps away from him, the one-armed Confucian scholar touched his face again, his eyes drooped, and he spoke softly.

"By the way, so close to that golden elixir, was that little animal the same as you at that time, the person who was burned was neither human nor ghost, and there was no part of his body that looked like a human?"

Qin Jianfu's face was calm, he didn't speak, and his footsteps remained the same.

"Actually, this little bastard didn't look like a human being before, so... the disfigurement can be regarded as plastic surgery." Zhao Rong raised his eyelids, and looked at Qin Jianfu's picture, which was full of sarcoid bumps and even his eyebrows were burned away. old face.

He nodded again, "Well, from now on, Your Excellency won't have to worry about others saying that he is not like him as the father of the Prime Minister of Wei, he is carved out of the same mold now, isn't he?"

The one-armed Confucian scholar on the dragon coffin chuckled lightly, jokingly.

The disfigured old scholar stopped.

The toes are only half a step away from the bloody hexagram on the ground.

The one-armed Confucian scholar didn't seem to notice anything unusual, and waved modestly at the old man, "You're welcome."

Qin Jianfu's face remained unchanged, as usual.

He lowered his head and looked at the last half-step distance under his feet.

Look up.

The vision touched a dark red line of blood, which belonged to a strange pattern that Qin Jianfu had never seen before.

It's like two triangles, one upright and the other upside down, covered in the opposite direction, simple and clear, but... the more you look at it, the more mysterious it becomes.

There are hexagons.The upper and lower corners seem to correspond to heaven and earth, yin and yang, while the other four corners...

The old man's eyes were fixed, and he continued to move up slowly, and the huge dragon coffin came into view.

The blood-colored hexagram surrounding it seems to symbolize some kind of protection or seal...

Qin Jianfu looked away from the air-tight dragon coffin, looked left and right at the quaint and magnificent halls around him, then turned his gaze back, continued to move upwards, and finally settled on the face of the one-armed Confucian scholar.

He sits quietly in the dragon coffin.

Eyelids drooping, grimy face calm.

The palm below was slowly patting the scabbard on the knee.

The old Confucian scholar twirled the candle, and stopped outside the bloody hexagram, leaving the last half step under his feet.

not before.

"Why... are you so eager to anger this old man?"

The old disfigured old Confucian scholar stared at the downcast eyes of the one-armed Confucian scholar, and asked calmly.

"Oh, forgot."

The one-armed Confucian scholar patted the scabbard hand lightly, feeling a little dazed.

"Sorry, I forgot that he seems to be gone. This little bastard is not as capable as his father. He can run away with the golden core protection, so there should be no ashes left after being burned?"

Qin Jianfu looked at Zhao Rong, hunched over and motionless.

The half of the candle that was lightly twisted between the two fingers of his right hand now only had a small piece of cotton wick and a candle flame left, and the ground below had been sprinkled with paraffin powder since no one knows when.

The one-armed Confucian scholar turned a blind eye to these.

He tapped the scabbard rhythmically with his index finger, leaned back slightly, sat on the dragon coffin, and looked down at the disfigured old scholar.

"Speaking of which, as a father, you only cared about running away and left your son in it?"

The disfigured old Confucian scholar 'twisted' the shattered candle between his fingers, and the candle flame was beating silently, like a fiery snake sticking out its tongue and licking his fingertips.

Qin Jianfu stared ahead, turning a deaf ear to this, the orange light from the flames burning his fingertips covered his right face, as if wearing a dull yellow mask.

The old man looked at the young man calmly.

"What? Your Excellency finally knows that there will be a day when you can't protect him?"

Zhao Rong supported his drooping eyelids, tilted his head and asked with a chuckle.

After the words fell, he turned sideways and spit out a mouthful of blood from his mouth on the ground.

Is this a mouthful of blood?Zhao Rong raised his hand holding the scabbard, and wiped the corner of his mouth hard no matter what.

He was laughing.

Half a step away from the line of the bloody hexagram, Qin Jianfu trembled, closed his eyes, and raised his head slightly.

"You...do you want to annoy the old man so..."

The old man whispered, taking a deep breath.

The one-armed scholar covered his stomach and laughed heartily, "Hahaha, come here quickly, old beast, you've been scared to the point of paranoia even for half a step, you still want Lao Tzu's life with this little promise?"

The disfigured old Confucian scholar raised his right foot, but under someone's encouraging and expectant eyes, his right foot slowly settled in the air.

His feet were hanging above the border line of the bloody hexagram.

It has been a long time since he fell into the six-pointed star.

The air in the hall was silent again.

Then, the one-armed Confucian scholar seemed to have seen the biggest joke of the day.

"Hahaha cough cough cough... ha ha ha..."

He started laughing wantonly, coughing violently even after laughing, and continued laughing after coughing, as if he couldn't stop laughing.

Zhao Rong's happy laughter echoed in the grand hall.

Qin Jianfu didn't look at him, but lowered his head quietly, staring at his right foot hanging in the air.

For no reason, the old man recalled the self-explosive golden pill that Aiko, who had just recovered, grabbed curiously from under the quilt in the ward of Wei Liang Jingqin's mansion.

It was the scheming of the laughing Confucian scholar in front of him.

Qin Jianfu's two fingers twirling the flame trembled, and the candle suddenly swayed violently.

In a certain heart lake, Gui breathed out again, staring at the stalemate outside the brow chakra.

Two Confucian scholars, one young and one old, are still engaged in a game.

At present, in its view, this game is dangerous and unequal.

Zhao Rong only has one chance, and he can't lose. Once he reveals even the slightest flaw, and the suspicious Qin Jianfu catches it, or makes him make up his mind to take a gamble, then this empty city plan will immediately become a deadly plan.

However, Qin Jianfu's doubts and hesitation were only temporary after all. This old guy was not a fool, and would always take other actions to test Zhao Rong.

So where is the reason for always singing empty city plans?As long as you don't scare away the other party for the first time, but are surrounded by the hesitant Chai Lang waiting for the opportunity to look at it, then sooner or later, it will reveal its secrets, and the courageous one will pounce on it, tearing the last layer of fragile veil.

In the face of the huge gap between the enemy and ourselves, all strategies are vain, and the initiative is in the hands of the opponent...

In Jianling's eyes, Zhao Rong's current situation is like this.

Seeing the old man with his head lowered and becoming more and more silent outside, and hearing the cheerful laughter from someone outside, it couldn't help turning its head and glanced at the latter's heart lake.

Laughing wantonly, his mind was still calm and deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Could it be that Zhao Rong is going to drag this until Zhao Qian'er and the others move in to rescue the soldiers?But... is it really okay to 'tick' the old guy so much?In fact, bluffing is enough, too much is too late, has he forgotten this truth?

Gui frowned and muttered, his heart hung up again, and he hesitated to persuade Zhao Rong.

But at this moment, someone seemed to deliberately confront the sword spirit.

Zhao Rong leaned forward, pointing at Qin Jianfu who bowed his head silently with the end of the scabbard, laughing:

"A man with a bright head, a gray-bearded old thief. As a Confucian, he pursued the food and clothing of the Wei Dynasty; as a minister, he condoned evil sons to harm the people! As a father, he was greedy and abandoned his sons when he was in trouble; he was living in the world, and he had no golden core to cultivate, and he was in vain studying the sages of Confucianism. ..."

The one-armed Confucian scholar looked majestic, straightened his back, looked directly at the disfigured senior from Siqi Academy in front of him, and pointed at the tip of his scabbard:

"You old thief, cowardly, lucky enough to survive, don't sneak up and shrink your head, how dare you come in front of me, complacent and show off your power? What does a bereaved old dog look like, barking and barking in front of me!"

"........."

The atmosphere in the hall fell silent for a while.

A thunderbolt scolded, pointing directly at the deepest scar in the old man's heart, and even tore off the scab again.

Qin Jianfu lowered his head, staring at the flickering candle flame between the two fingers of his right hand.

I couldn't see his face clearly, only some murmurs wafted through the hall.

"A man with a bright head...a beard...an old thief...a Confucian...a minister...a father...reading sage books in vain...a mourner...an old dog..."

The air was still.

Qin Jianfu withdrew his right foot that was about to step into the line, stopped half a step away, raised his head, and asked.

"Is there any more?"

The old man looked at the one-armed Confucian scholar.

Zhao Rong glanced at Qin Jianfu's retreating steps.

Laughed.

He raised the back of his hand and wiped his blood-stained face vigorously. He raised his chin, revealing a row of dazzling white teeth.

With a bright smile, he was about to speak.

An old man twisted the candle with two fingers, bowed his head, and blew lightly on the candle flame forward.

then.

The face of the one-armed Confucian scholar was 'lit'.

……

　Brothers, I was googling two days ago, Xiaorong was busy with the task paper for his graduation thesis, so he was delayed...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)