i have a sword fairy

Chapter 583 Will She Suffocate To Death (5300 words)
Zhao Rong was a little surprised. Seeing everyone's eyes focused on him, he didn't refuse the academy's request, took off the gray cigarette pouch, and handed it over.

In fact, before, he had acquiesced that the gray cigarette pouch was his trophy.

Seemingly seeing what Zhao Rong was thinking, Sima Duyi shook his head and said, "Don't worry, I just took a look, this thing... seems to be quite similar to something in my impression, whether it is the supernatural power you described, Or its shape."

As he spoke, he looked down at the gray cigarette pouch carefully, thought for a moment, and took out a communication jade token from his pocket.

Sima Duo closed his eyes, and seemed to communicate with the academy to confirm something.

After a while, Sima Duyi suddenly opened his eyes and said directly:

"This is the sword drop bag."

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, not too surprised, because he already knew the name of this strange gray pipe after refining it with the help of the transparent woman.

It's just that I'm not very familiar with the origin and supernatural powers, and I haven't used them yet...

He looked at the faces of Zhu Yourong and others around him without moving his expression.

Everyone seemed very surprised when they found it, and their eyes were all on this gray cigarette bag called 'Luojian Bag', as if they couldn't figure out how it would appear here.

Before Zhao Rong could continue to be curious, Sima's only voice came again.

"In the entire Wangque Continent, there is only one falling sword bag, and it is in... Weiwei Mountain."

Zhao Rong was taken aback, is there more than one gray cigarette pouch?
Is it a set of rare treasures?

Or is it an engraved replica of a sacred object that once left a great reputation in the cultivation world?

As if seeing the doubts of Zhao Rong who was carrying a treasure but didn't know it, Zhu Yourong explained softly:
"Strictly speaking, the birthplace of the falling sword bag is in the North Sea of ​​our Wangque Island. ..."

"I heard that there are nine pieces in the whole world, with different colors and different qualities. Ziyu, the sword bag you are looking at right now is dark gray. Its rank should be in the middle, neither the highest nor the lowest."

Zhao Rong couldn't help but look at this plain gray cigarette bag.

It has siblings?
He suddenly remembered the gray and misty islands and forests that appeared in his mind when he first refined the falling sword bag... Sea sword cultivators couldn't control the sword to fly over its head.

This is the fallen wood?
It seems that such a large forest was only made into a small nine falling sword bag by the ancient immortal?

Zhao Rong thought about it, and felt that there were indeed fewer, but it was also easy to see how precious and rare they were.

At this time, Yan Jidao nodded and answered:
"Mr. Zhu is right, but even the sword bag with the lowest rank can become the final treasure of many great immortals on the mountain."

He stroked his beard, and his tone became more serious:

"Gein's falling sword bag is extremely powerful against sword cultivators in the world. At the critical moment, it can restrain the sword cultivator's natal flying sword and damage his combat power. It can really kill the sword cultivator's old life...so every falling sword bag is taken by the emperor. A Jiange is registered in the book, in the hands of any force or individual, it is recorded in the transaction, the change of hands, the old and the new."

"In addition, it is listed as a human race that prohibits the entry of exotic treasures from foreign races. In particular, it is strictly forbidden to flow them into the gate of the demon wasteland in Kundu, West Fuyao..."

Inside the hall.

Meng Zhengjun frowned, shook his head and said: "There are only nine of these rare treasures in the whole world. I remember that Fuyao Xuandihou Mansion in Kundu has a high-quality one, and Zhongzhou also has a few... The rest are almost all in the Tai'a Jiange And South Xiaoyaozhou."

The so-called strange treasures have special magical effects, and may not be suitable for mainstream monks, but they are powerful for a certain type of monks, or fall into the hands of a certain type of monks, such as the falling sword bag in front of everyone right now. .

Meng Zhengjun frowned, turned to look at Sima Duyi, with a puzzled expression:
"This falling sword bag really shouldn't appear in our Wangque Continent. Although this is the birthplace of this rare treasure, the nine falling sword bags born in the North Sea have been destroyed by the forces of several other continents for so many years. Snatched away, I remember there should be no one in this continent, what do you mean there is one in Weiwei Mountain?"

Sima Duyi shook his head and said:

"Weiweishan bought a falling sword bag from South Xiaoyaozhou by chance. This matter is relatively hidden and it has been quite a long time."

"Everyone knows that Wangque Beidi, Weiwei Mountain and Xinran Sect are at odds with each other. There are many grievances between the two families. Xinran Sect has many sword cultivators. Recently, many Tianjiao of Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion have been added. Weiwei Sect is uneasy, so For a long time, I have been collecting things that restrain sword repairs everywhere."

He paused, glanced at the small gray cigarette pouch, narrowed his eyes coldly, "There was an ancient family in South Xiaoyaozhou that had declined, and they wanted to resell a falling sword pouch that was treasured in the family. Tai'a Jiange's approval... the news came, so the deputy mountain owner of Weiwei Mountain went to Nanxiaoyaozhou to bid for the auction."

"However, I heard that the competition was very fierce. Although Weiwei Mountain is the northern sect of Wangjue Continent, it is not easy for the immortal family forces in Nanxiaoyao Continent to want to get the sword bag. Logically, it was not easy to get the sword bag at the beginning. I went to Weiwei Mountain to get it, but then there were two biggest sword mounds that were enemies, and they competed with each other to raise the price, so that the falling sword bag failed several times, and the competition was endless, and neither side would let the other get it..."

"In the end, I had to make a compromise. After some twists and turns, it fell into the hands of the deputy mountain master of Weiwei Mountain from the next continent, and was registered by the Tai'a Jiange. For Weiwei Mountain, this is not a small accident. happiness."

"So that falling sword bag has also become a heavy weapon of the sect. It has been kept in the mountain gate. It is rarely used, but it can be regarded as a deterrent to the Xinran sect, because a secret weapon is more deterrent when it is not used than when it is used. It’s even bigger, so people on the mountain outside the two families know less about this matter.”

The crowd nodded.

The atmosphere in the hall fell silent.

Finally, their eyes fell on the small gray cigarette pouch in unison.

So here comes the question, is this falling sword bag the one that Wei Weizong treasured?If so……

Meng Zhengjun waved his sleeves, and said in a deep voice, "Why did the falling sword bag from Weiwei Mountain appear in the hands of the thieves who attacked and killed our academy students?"

The crowd was silent.

There is another question here, that is, do you need to use the falling sword bag to kill a little Confucian scholar in Fuyao Realm?
So is this a coincidence, or a deliberate arrangement, or even framed?

Zhao Rong copied his sleeves, muttering "Wei Wei Shan" in his heart.

He is simply too familiar with the name of the Great Sect of the Northland, but Zhao Rong is very unfamiliar with the monk Weiwei Mountain.

Unlike the Xinran sect, because of Qingjun's relationship, he knew Senior Sister Ning who was the elder of the Xinran sect.

In my impression, the monks of Weiwei Sect seem to keep a low profile on the mountain, but the big business they handle business on the mountain is the opposite. Their business spreads all over the continent, and they even run a big business like cross-continental ferry boats...

Sima Duyi pondered quietly for a moment, made a decision, and spoke.

He is the direct disciple of the deputy head of the academy, the seed of reading. Although Sima Duyi is half a generation lower than Zhu Yourong and Meng Zhengjun and other academy masters, he is the leader of this investigation. He represents the deputy head of the school. long.

"This incident has almost been investigated here, and the follow-up clues are clear. I will venture to arrange the next itinerary."

Everyone can't help themselves.

Sima Duyi turned his head, "Mr. Yan, I would like to trouble you to go to the Great Wei Dynasty to investigate the family behind Qin Jianfu...follow this line to find out... , what have you been through, is there any 'superior' to help..."

"Mr. Meng, there have been a lot of assessments in the academy recently. You are studying Zhengzheng and it is not suitable to go too far. Then stay here and continue to investigate the next line of Zhang Huizhi, and keep an eye on the imperial family of Dali..."

"As for me...I will take the place of the teacher and take a trip to Weiwei Mountain."

Meng Zhengjun and Yan Jidao nodded.

Sima Du moved his eyes, but his gaze steadily skipped over Zhu Yourong, without arranging her affairs.

He looked at Zhao Rong, and handed back the falling sword bag directly.This belongs to Junior Brother Zhao. Lin Lu Academy has never had any reason for its own students to return things when they are wronged.

"Junior brother Zhao, if you don't have any clues to add, then you should go back to the academy first. The exam is not over yet, your studies are important, and the follow-up matters will be left to the senior brother and the gentlemen."

Zhao Rong nodded, took the falling sword bag, and put it away again, "Thank you, Brother Sima, Mr. Yan, Mr. Meng. Then I will take my leave first."

Sima Duyi suggested again: "Be careful on the road, but you can also ask Mr. Zhu to take you back together, which is safer."

Zhu Yourong knew that this was just a suggestion, of course she would not go back with Zhao Rong, and Zhao Rong would not mention it either.

Because he has his wife and the protection of that second-rank martial artist named Li Bai, so he doesn't need her protection anymore.

Besides, the misunderstanding was only cleared up yesterday, and the two of them have begun to be a little defensive, unlike the intimate and casual friends who ignored gender before.

But Sima Duyi didn't know this, and his words were only out of kindness.

At this time, Zhu Yourong and Zhao Rong didn't look at each other, they just nodded in tacit understanding, knowing that there should be nothing for them to do next.

They turned around together, left the hall, and entered the dark tomb passage.

Zhu Yourong and Zhao Rong walked in silence for a while, one in front of the other.

Stay away from the main hall.

Inside the dark tomb.

A woman suddenly said: "I'm leaving."

The calm man nodded and didn't reply, and he didn't care that the woman walking in front couldn't see his nodding at all.

He lowered his eyes and moved forward with his sleeves folded, as if he was thinking about something again.

But the Confucian shirt woman in front seemed to have something to say, suddenly stopped and turned around.

A certain man surnamed Zhao was walking in a trance, he didn't react for a while, and he didn't have time to brake.

I'm going to rush into the gentle and broad mind like the sea in front of me with great strength and strength.

In this split second.

Zhao Rong had an idea in his mind.

Isn't it, so bloody?in addition……

Will it suffocate?
Inside the dark tomb.

A chest murder is about to happen.

Someone suddenly felt that it seemed good to be smothered to death before being beaten to death by Mr. Zhu Da later.

However, in the next second, the figure of the man who was rushing forward suddenly stopped.

Of course, it didn't crash into the soft cotton candy-like buffer zone, and hit the target with precision and blood.

A jade hand appeared between him and her in an instant.

When he was about to touch it, he immediately blocked the momentum of 'students rushing to Ruanfan cafeteria regardless of their own safety'.

Mr. Zhu Da put his hands on the dog's head that the bad student rushed forward.

She looked at him blankly.

It seems to be saying...Little Ziyu, what are you thinking?

Well, according to Mr. Zhu's habit of writing questions, the word 'think' here should have two meanings.

Zhao Rong: "..."

Soon.

In an awkward atmosphere, the two adjusted back to a safe distance.

"Ahem, thank you."

Zhao Rong lowered his head and straightened his clothes.

This time it was farther away.

In fact, he didn't think he was all to blame, first of all, why did Zhu Yourong stop and turn around in this dark and narrow tomb passage?

Isn't this phishing law enforcement?
Secondly, the radius of Zhu Yourong's son's cafeteria is simply too large. If it were a normal cafeteria, he would have been able to stop the car in time and not go in.

And if it was a girl like Jingzi, Zhao Rong reckoned that he would still have an extra step after braking.

Absolutely safe.

So sometimes the canteen is smaller, which not only saves food and fabrics, but also saves trouble.

But Zhao Rong was unable to share and popularize this new ideological awareness to Zhu Yourong at this time.

Right now, his thoughts don't have a center of gravity and diverge aimlessly.

Think where is where.

It has been like this since the morning, and throughout the day, Zhao Rong was in a trance, distracted from time to time.

Zhu Yourong didn't give him time to explain.

She said directly, "Ziyu, what are you thinking?"

Zhao Rong shook his head and said seriously: "I really didn't mean it, I didn't know you were going to stop, I'm sorry, I almost bumped into it, I was rude..."

"No." Zhu Yourong couldn't help interrupting.

She pursed her red lips and looked at him.

Where is she angry that he almost ran into his arms? How could she be angry with him because of this kind of thing?

"I'm asking you, what's going on in your mind right now. When I met you in the morning, I felt that something was wrong with you today. When we were talking about things just now, you seemed to be in a trance, and you didn't pay attention to important things."

Zhu Yourong lowered his head a little.

Although the two have always been close friends, they have a tacit understanding, and they often have a tacit understanding, but Zhu Yourong has no way of knowing his heart today, and does not know what Zhao Rong is thinking.

Even when they were just walking, the two people who had a tacit understanding in the past almost bumped into each other, just like a person walking with his left foot and tripping his right foot.

She raised her head, "Also, you said this morning that you don't need the elixir, and you even waste it... What does that mean?"

Zhao Rong tilted his head and reached out to touch the rough and cold wall of the tomb, "Zhu Yourong, what do you think... what are you living for?"

Without even thinking about it, the woman in Confucian shirt blurted out: "Wasting food, wasting cloth, I teach you how to do things."

Zhao Rong: "..."

not so...

I didn't expect a broad-minded woman to hold grudges like this.

At this time, Zhu Yourong frowned, "So, you have been thinking about this question? Why do you want to live?"

Zhao Rong heard the words and thought about it seriously.

He nodded and shook his head again.

Zhu Yourong said seriously: "This question itself is not a problem, but when you really think about it, then you have a problem. And when you have a problem, what you see, what you listen to, and what you think are all problems, Ziyu, I suggest you don't think about anything now, go home immediately, have a good sleep, or focus on writing, reading, or chatting with sister Lingfei and Qian'er, sleep when you are tired, and wake up when you wake up. It will be fine."

"Wake up, and then continue to lie to yourself that the current life is very interesting and I like it very much, and then continue to hold Qingjun Qian'er, living a happy life of a beautiful wife and concubine?" Zhao Rong smiled.

Zhu Yourong frowned, "Ziyu, what do you mean?"

"It's nothing, I just feel... a little boring."

Zhu Yourong became a little angry, with a serious face: "Zhao Ziyu, you mean, loving the two green plum ladies who have dedicated to you so much makes you feel boring? What about Xiaoxiao, is it the same, are you tired of playing? Are you tired?" Why...why are you the same as those heartless men who like the new and dislike the old?"

She said every word.

Zhao Rong has no doubts, if he dares to nod his head, Zhu Yourong will beat him severely in the next second.

"that's not what it means."

Zhao Rong shook his head calmly, "I don't think Qingjun and Qian'er are boring, and so is Xiaoxiao, they are all first-class women in the world, but I think this kind of life is boring now, because of my selfishness, sleepy I trapped them, let them be bound around me, and made them lose their spirituality and freedom."

He looked up at the woman in the Confucian shirt, and said sincerely:
"They shouldn't be like this. They are excellent and excellent women, but because of me, they have become humble, fragile, suspicious and jealous... They even misunderstood you and me yesterday, and got some unreasonable jealousy... They It wasn't like this... it shouldn't have become the life it is now."

Speaking of the latter, Zhao Rong turned his head, looked at the dark and long tomb passage, and murmured softly.

"Zhao Ziyu!"

Zhu Yourong frowned, and said bluntly:

"If you feel that the life you are living with them now is not what you want, if you feel that their current appearance and character are not what you want to see, then you go and change them! Go and change this kind of life! Blindly What is evasion and perfunctory?"

"You are the head of the family. You are their beloved husband. You are their god. Is there anything you can't say honestly? Is there any change that you can't work hard to make? The thing that can change them the most in this world is You!"

"This life and life are lived by the three of you together, and you are a man, leading them to live!"

"How can you break up the gang now just because you feel that life is boring now, and leave them with a lifeless look."

The woman in the Confucian shirt became more and more angry, she stared at Zhao Rong:

"Look into my eyes, Zhao Ziyu, look into my eyes... You don't even have the responsibility to change your life and lead them to live a better life, so you marry them and let them give their hearts to you?"

Zhu Yourong suddenly reached out, grabbed his sleeve, and pulled it in.

"This is not the Zhao Ziyu I know!"

Looking at each other, she said seriously:
"The Zhao Ziyu I know, when encountering a problem, he will face it and solve it head-on.

"Teaching the calligraphy class in the Zhengyi Hall, leading the companions to successfully hold the Zen ceremony, and standing on Qin Jianfu's corpse in the dark underground palace!

"Instead of being hesitant, dazed, and drifting with the flow."

Zhao Rong stared at her slightly.

(End of this chapter)