i have a sword fairy

Chapter 537 The Confucian Gentleman, the Ink Man in White

Dali Imperial Mausoleum, the main hall of the underground palace.

Stained blood, severed limbs, wreckage, empty scabbards, golden pills in corners...

It was a mess.

A gray cigarette bag was lying sideways on the floor, and the gray juice from the headshot of the original owner did not splash on it at all.

At this moment, from the mouth of the bag opened by Zhao Rong before he fell to the ground, a stream of light was slowly flowing out.

Like a water cup falling to the ground, the gray 'halo' flows down, and the suppressive and restrained things in it can no longer be suppressed.

In the watery halo, three phantoms in human form walked out quickly and one after another.

Among them, two human-shaped phantoms walked out and stood together.

They are an old man and a woman, both of whom seem to be wearing long robes and Confucian shirts.

At this time, although the gray halo from the gray cigarette bag could no longer block the contents of the bag, it was still closely connected, covering the two Confucian scholars who came out first like a shadow, but it could no longer restrain their actions.

The two figures were hazy, making it difficult to see their faces clearly.

But it can be roughly seen that the woman has a graceful figure, her hair is like a waterfall shawl, and her footsteps are hurried.

And the old man was tall and thin, with a jade ring on his waist.

There are rules in Confucianism, the scholar's jade biscuit, and the gentleman's jade ring, which cannot be surpassed.

At the same time, the tall and thin old man was holding a Lin Lu Scholar Jade Bi in his hand.

It was Zhao Rong's temporary scholar jade bi that was thrown into the gray cigarette pouch by Qin Jianfu.

At this moment, it is shining brightly in the hands of the old man, like a fish entering the sea, being completely aroused.

The dazzling brilliance of the simple and simple characters engraved on it covered the tall and thin old man and the graceful woman next to him, seeming to constitute the projections of the two.

And their real bodies are not known to be far away.

Behind the old man and woman dressed as Confucian scholars, there is a phantom figure, slowly walking out of the pipe.

The figure of this person is snow-white, which seems to be composed of the snow-white Mo Xia sword energy swallowed by the gray pipe.

Like the previous two, the figure of this unknown ink man was shrouded in the gray halo flowing from the gray cigarette pouch, and this gray pouch seemed to be something related to the natural restraint of swordsmanship.

Therefore, on the projection formed by the sword energy of the seventh-level ink man, gray halos gathered and shrouded an exceptionally large number.

It's just that this mysterious cigarette pouch of unknown origin has lost its owner, and it can no longer restrain these "projections" that came out in the slightest.

However, it also obscured the figure of this unknown ink man even more, so that no gender could be seen, only his figure was slender, very thin, with an extremely long belt.

At that moment, in the Great Hall of Silence, three phantoms had just appeared one after the other, surrounded by a mess, and before we could see more, among the two Confucian scholars standing in the front, the graceful woman rushed out first.

"Ziyu!"

It was Zhu Yourong's soft and magnetic voice, but at this time it was no longer the gentle and eager voice she used to be in class.

Zhu Yourong's snow-eyed Nascent Soul is still on the way to Dali. She is focused on two things. This is her body left in the academy. Before she went to find the tall and thin old man for help, she just wanted to locate Zhao Rong.

What makes Zhu Yourong very anxious is that in a forbidden secret place in the academy, the tall and thin old man has been trying to communicate with this scholar's jade by borrowing a certain 'primer' corresponding to Zhao Rong's scholar's jade, but the strange Yes, even though they communicated with Yubi, they were still unable to locate the unknown location of Yubi, as if covered by a fog.

This indicates that the person who concealed the identity of Zhao Rong's jade biscuit, in addition to possessing strange means, is also very familiar with the "just in case" jade biscuit and related magical restrictions prepared by the Confucian Academy for scholars, and may even... ...he is a Confucian monk.

This also made the tall and thin old man couldn't help frowning slightly, but it was not difficult for the old man at all, even though he only had one traction jade in his hand and was thousands of miles away.

So under the eager urging of a certain Confucian woman, the old man tried to use the scholar's jade bi as an anchor, using several Confucian arts involving "Tao", and tried to project the clone from thousands of miles away, but he was always caught by a gray cigarette bag. block.

Just when the old man tried many times, and the two were at a stalemate, fortunately, there was another seventh-level power who cast his eyes across thousands of time and space, intervened with some kind of medium, and tried to break free from the gray like the old man. The gray fog of the cigarette bag is blocked.

So the tall, thin old man and the unknown ink man sensed each other's existence, and they cooperated tacitly to make the gray pipe halo, and resisted with all their strength, unable to take care of others for a while.

This was the life-and-death turning point that Zhao Rong, the blood-eyed Zhao Rong who raised the magic dragon in Xinyuan and raised a level not long ago, was unable to break through the protective halo on Qin Jianfu's body and was about to run out.

It was also thanks to the interference of the two seventh-level powers who drew the gray pipe of the spiritual protector, which made Zhao Rong burn his blood and blast out the deadly three punches in the last three breaths, completing the killing Dan's incredible feat!
However, at this moment, the three people who finally came to the underground palace saw the scene in front of them, but they didn't know that, and they didn't think so...

After the extremely silent scene in the hall came into view, the first reaction of the three of them was...

What about people?

Why is there no living figure standing up?
Is this their coming late and it's over?
Or has the man behind the scenes run away?
After Zhu Yourong called out "Ziyu" anxiously, she rushed towards the pile of scorched black 'meat' piled together in front of the dragon coffin.

The tall and thin old man with the jade ring on his waist stood on the spot, turned his head and silently glanced at the back of Zhu Yourong who rushed forward regardless of the first moment.

After thinking about it, I didn't say anything.

He first raised his head, glanced at the dome of the hall, and whispered in his heart, passing the specific location of the imperial mausoleum hall back to Linlu Academy... After these things were done, the tall and thin old man held the scholar's jade in his hand, and silently looked at it The surrounding halls were erected.

Similar to his behavior, there is the quiet Mo Xia behind him.

His whole body was condensed with snow-white sword energy and shrouded in a gray halo. At this moment, a pair of blurred snowy eyes scanned the hall carefully.

One Confucian and one Mok, the two Taiyi monks, their spiritual consciousness is as vast as the sea.

These hall traces with a huge amount of information.

Every footprint, every piece of wreckage, every drop of blood, every speck of dust, in their eyes, is like a video tape of Zhao Rong's previous life, reversed and restored.

For example, where Zhao Rong sat in front of a stick of incense, the error could be controlled within a millimetre.

This is a kind of 'normalization'.

Right now, almost in an instant, the two Taiyi cultivators projected here by their primordial spirits saw what they wanted to see...

After a breath, the two turned their heads almost at the same time, and couldn't help but look at the 'little bead' rolling down in the corner.

There are four sky marks on it, which is undoubtedly the golden core.

And it seems that there is still a residual warmth, it Dan's body is shining slightly, illuminating a corner of the hall.

Then, they turned their heads together again, looking at the one-armed Confucian scholar in the Fuyao Realm who was dumped on the corpse of an old Confucian scholar next to the dragon coffin.

Below, the dead old Confucian scholar's dantian was pierced, and his head exploded.

The tall, thin old man and Xuebai Moxia were silent.

Fuyao...killing Jindan.

Immediately, the two stomped their feet to make Tai Yixiu, who was trembling three times on Wangque Mountain, turn around and walk in different directions.

The tall and thin old man came to a tomb passage sealed by gravel, which was the tomb passage leading to the apse of the underground palace.

At this moment, the vague movements in the depths of the tomb passage cannot be hidden from him.

It seems to be... some poor women accompanying the sacrifice?
The tall and thin old man turned his head and glanced at the one-armed Confucian scholar who fell to the ground in front of the dragon coffin.

The direction where his body fell last was pointing to this apse tomb passage, and at the same time, the remaining left arm and a bloody index finger were also pointing here.

The tall and thin old man who likes to talk about benevolence with Lin Lu scholar and Taiqing mansion student pursed his lips.

On the other side, Xuebai Moxia quietly walked to an empty scabbard, bent down to pick it up, and looked down at the inscription on the black bird of destiny, which had been stained dark red by someone's blood at this moment.

Xuebai Moxia turned around and looked around at the messy hall, where there were still some traces of meticulous and meticulous design and novelty and bold traps.

Xuebai Moxia nodded lightly, as if the corners of his mouth were twitching.

now.

It is difficult for Zhu Yourong to describe her own mood.

She hurriedly approached the dragon coffin, but when she saw a pile of wreckage lying under the coffin, yes, it was a pile, and the body of the person on top was only slightly better than the headshot corpse below.

But seeing these from a distance, she couldn't help but slow down a bit.

On the way, the Confucian woman stopped slowly, her expression blurred.

After a while, the stopped footsteps continued to lift.

It was him, she just knew it.

The woman in Confucian shirt silently walked to the dragon coffin, and slowly squatted down with her legs bent. A pair of outstretched hands were suspended above his remnant body, moving back and forth through the air.

No way to start.

It's like a doctor who has just stepped onto the operating table and doesn't know where to start when faced with the soldiers being lifted from the fierce trenches.

For... why is this happening?
Zhu Yourong squatted down and knelt forward, her knee hit the ground, and knelt beside him.

Her jade hand scratched the place where Zhao Rong's severed right hand had been, and gently licked her mouth.

This hand has written countless ingenious characters, and it has also grabbed a book in private and leaned out to tap her forehead. At that time, she always avoided it sensitively, thinking that his hand was too slow in the blink of an eye, and then practiced calligraphy for a while. fun slapstick.

The woman also quietly took this hand, it was under the desk, Jingzi Yu Huaijin was there at that time, but they didn't notice it when they were on guard.

She grabbed his hand, and lightly engraved a word on the palm that she hoped would never be used, then she scalded her face slightly and turned her head, wondering if he misunderstood...

At this moment, Zhu Yourong stretched out his hand at the broken arm, as if he wanted to grab something, but he just caught a ball of empty air.

The woman took a deep breath, and immediately she seemed to come back to her senses. When she woke up, she quickly bent down, hugged Zhao Rong's burned and ugly upper body, and pressed her two fingers against his burned dry mouth. chest, feeling his pulse nervously, checking the situation...

(End of this chapter)