i have a sword fairy

Chapter 586 Her teacher's grace has deteriorated

Zhu Yourong left.

She took a step first and returned north to Duyou City.

At the intersection behind Huangling Waterfall, Zhao Rong stood quietly for a while in the thick water vapor.

At this moment, he was copying his sleeves, reached into the sleeves and touched something, then turned around immediately, ready to open the mechanism that separates the water flow of the waterfall.

At this time, in Xinhuli, Gui nodded and said:
"Zhao Rong, what little junior brother Zhu Yourong just said, it should be about you, right? Apart from the two points of madly pursuing her and being slaughtered by women for dinner, which have not happened so quickly, other aspects are not compatible with your current situation. To say they are similar is to say they are exactly the same.”

Zhao Rong didn't respond, turned on the mechanism, and the waterfall separated.

He left the Huangling Waterfall alone, came to the shore, hesitated for a moment, and chose to walk upstream of the Huangling Waterfall, which is the direction of his current home.

Gui couldn't help but said: "Hey, did you really not hear it or did you pretend you didn't?"

Zhao Rong shook his head, "Don't talk nonsense."

"Where am I talking nonsense, a certain big-breasted female gentleman almost missed your name."

Jian Ling pouted, "Why did she make up this 'Little Junior Brother', and why did she tell you about her relationship...you really can't understand?"

"Don't talk nonsense."

The man still shook his head calmly, rolled his sleeves and walked on the way home.

The footsteps did not stop at all, just like returning home after work in an ordinary afternoon.

Then Gui is determined to wake him up.

There was a momentary silence between the two.

At a certain moment, the flat and determined voice of the sword spirit came from the lake in his heart:
"Don't lie to yourself, Mr. Zhu, who you respect, trust and even get close to, has changed his teacher's kindness to you. Well, you can continue to find excuses to say that she is just your confidant and friend, just joking among friends. "

It sighed slightly. "But it's obvious that her blunt words just now... well, the great friendship you thought of in a serious way, has also been shamefully spoiled by Fellow Daoist Yourong."

Sword Spirit's lazy and willful voice echoed in the silent Zhao Rong's ears.

"It's good now. Before she left, she directly threw this 'question' to you. She didn't even dare to read your reaction and ran back to the academy... However, this suddenly brave Mr. Zhu Da is probably Waiting for your response and processing."

Zhao Rong was still calm, and his pace remained unchanged.

It's not a big deal to watch the excitement a little bit.

At this time, it coughed, and said seriously: "Zhao Rong, you still say you are not a scumbag?"

Indeed, he clearly told Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Qian'er yesterday that the relationship between him and Mr. Zhu was normal and there was no adultery.

However, Zhu Yourong, who is intellectual and dignified today, has betrayed the great friendship.

It is true that he stabbed Zhao Rong severely in the back.

After the sword spirit fell, he patiently waited for someone's response.

However, Zhao Rong still copied his hands and walked forward alone.

He walked quietly for a while, but paused slightly, "Have you finished?"

Jian Ling said honestly: "It's over, now it's your turn, Zhao Rong."

"It's very good, don't talk about it next time." He said lightly.

Gui: "..."

Zhao Rong didn't make a sound anymore, but still looked normal, and walked towards the house where Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Qian'er were.

After walking for a while, his hand touched something in his sleeve again.

Afterwards, Zhao Rong remained silent all the way, and returned to the bamboo forest house built by the Confucian scholars guarding the tomb upstream.

It was afternoon at this time, and the rare autumn sun was in full bloom today, shining on the semi-abandoned courtyards in the bamboo forest, adding a touch of warmth to the cold late autumn.

Zhao Rong scrambled his hands, passing by the courtyard of the bamboo forest where life and death were once lived, passing by the bamboo forest with thousands of bamboo leaves, and passing by a small stream...

In the end, Zhao Rong stopped suddenly at the corner of the intersection not far in front of the elegant courtyard where he and Qingjun Qian'er stayed.

One more step forward, and you're home.

At this moment, Zhao Rong, who had always had a calm and normal face, suddenly showed some...a look of guilt, a look of self-blame.

It also contains some complex expressions.

For example... Confusion, doubt, etc.

Zhao Rong suddenly took a deep breath, raised his foot, and walked forward... half a step.

The man's head protruded slightly from the corner of the intersection, allowing him to see clearly the scene in the elegant courtyard not far away.

In the field of vision of Zhao Rong quietly watching.

In the yard, Qing Jun was combing her hair in a startled bun, as if she had just finished her bath and incense, she was wearing a thin and close-fitting light pink inner skirt, drying his and her clothes and the quilt that she slept in last night in the yard.

Under the warm sunshine, Qingjun turned his side to the contemplative Zhao Rong, bowed his head, and placed Zhao Rong's boots in the sun, his delicate body was outlined by the close-fitting skirt.

She looked calm and focused, and she didn't know if she was thinking about when her husband would return at this moment.

Little Qian'er could not be seen in the yard, she should be in the house, or the little girl couldn't stop going out.

Thinking of the latter possibility, Zhao Rong quickly withdrew his foot and looked behind him.

Afraid of being bumped into by her when she returns.

But fortunately, in the next second, Zhao Rong heard a clear and sweet call belonging to a girl, coming from the east wing of the elegant courtyard.

"Miss, help me pour some more hot water, hoo hoo, the water in the bucket is cold again."

Qing Jun, who was drying the quilts in the courtyard, turned around helplessly, "Qian'er, why are you still in the tub? It's been two quarters of an hour. Hurry up and get out of the bath."

"Miss, I want to clean up. There was too much blood on my body yesterday. I don't know if I washed it off when I took a shower last night. I always feel a little uncomfortable when I sleep at night. I don't know if Brother Rong smelled it." No blood, do you feel disgusted..."

The cute girl in the bathtub in the house lowered her voice, "I used to sleep with Brother Rong, and when I got up in the morning, he would bury his face in my hair and smell me, and prick me with beard stubble... This morning he didn't move at all, he was calm It's scary, last night was also..."

Zhao Rong, who was hiding in the corner, pursed his lips.

In the courtyard, Qing Jun was also silent, brushing the hair on his forehead behind his ears with his slender fingers, and turned to enter the house.

"By the way, miss, give me the soap you used to wash your hair. The 'cold soap' produced by Cuixianfang smells so good. I want to use it too. Brother Rong seems to like it too. Well, I said before How come he rubs against you so much every time we make out..."

Xiao Qian'er became happy and called Miss.

Qingjun shook his head helplessly.

"Okay, it's okay, you wash it quickly."

Xiao Qian'er suddenly said: "Miss, when do you think Brother Rong'er will come back?"

"I don't know, he may be busy...don't bother him."

"Oh, Qian'er knows, so I definitely won't bother him."

The sound of splashing water came from the East Wing. Zhao Rong, who was familiar with the girl, could even imagine that it should be Xiaoqian'er standing up in the bathtub, with two white and tender shoulders exposed, and when she felt cold, she made a splash. He hid again under the water surface of the bathtub and hugged his little arms to keep warm.

In the east wing, little Qian'er was bathed in the fragrant bath of floating petals, her wet hair was combed in front of her round and small left shoulder.

She only had a small head sticking out of the water, her wet face was closed and her eyes were closed, and she was chanting:

"...But Miss, do you think Brother Rong'er will finish things quickly and come back early~"

At this moment, Concubine Zhao Ling, who was about to enter the house, paused in front of the door, turned her head suddenly, and looked at the only corner road outside the courtyard.

It seems to be blessed to the soul.

however,
There was no sign of him.

There was no footsteps that she was very familiar with from places she couldn't see behind the corner.

Concubine Zhao Ling stared there for three breaths with a dazed expression, as if she was fantasizing about something... But immediately, she shook her head lightly and turned her head.

Just at this time, Xiaoqian'er, who was bathing behind the screen in the East Wing, heard the naive murmur again.

"Miss, help me take down the towel, I forgot again..."

As the girl finished speaking, a delicate sword with strange patterns of white jade flew out from the East Wing with a crisp jingle, and came to help the little master get the towel.

Poor and dignified holding a first-class flying sword, but it is doing this job for a certain unreliable girl.

Concubine Zhao Ling came back to her senses, shook her head helplessly, and went into the house with the swing to get things...

……

I don't know when, Zhao Rong has left the elegant courtyard silently.

The place where they call 'home'.

He still folded his sleeves, his pace remained the same, and he was returning the same way at this moment.

Passing by the stream, passing by the thousand-pole bamboo forest with all the bamboo leaves gone, passing by the small courtyard of the bamboo forest that once lived and died.

The only thing that changed at this time was Zhao Rong's expression.

He was a little guilty, a little frustrated, a little dazed, and a little... relieved after finally making up his mind.

"Where are you going?" Sword Spirit asked.

The man raised his head and glanced at the autumn scene of wild geese flying south in the distant sky.

"Fitness."

without hesitation.

"How to cultivate one's body?" Sword Spirit asked.

"Travel south and travel thousands of miles."

When he just left that corner intersection, he left a letter on the ground, but he hesitated again and again, he still didn't take off Qing Jun's white jade card, and continued to carry it on his body.

"Good." Gui nodded lightly, "You have finally decided to go to South Xiaoyao Continent, it should have been done long ago."

Zhao Rong rubbed his face and shook his head in confusion and frustration, "I don't necessarily want to go there, I want to walk south along Lidu, and measure the continent with my feet... until I am no longer confused and depressed, When I am fit, I will come back."

Even so, he silently took out a silver medal from his sleeve.

This is a ticket for a transcontinental ferry sold by a subsidiary company of Weiwei Mountain.

Yes, it was the ferry ticket that he asked one of Qingjun's cousins ​​to help him buy for him when he was in the Duke's mansion.

Yesterday at the ruins of Wangque City, Xiao Yu was entrusted by Luo Xiu before Feisheng, and returned it to the original owner.

Zhao Rong lowered his head, looking at such an extremely familiar silver ticket.

"The road I never took before..."

This is the "his other way" he once said when he "released life" and gave her the silver medal in Xingzi Town.

It went round and round again.

Gui Rao said with interest: "Although this seat is very supportive of your choice, it's still a little strange. Why did you suddenly change your mind? Did you not listen to Zhu Yourong's words, and stayed and cultivated yourself while organizing the family? Actually, this seat thinks that she said It's actually quite reasonable... well, but compared with my suggestion of going south to Xiaoyaozhou, of course there is still a gap."

The sword spirit spoke arrogantly, and was very satisfied with Zhao Rong's final choice of the direction it had pointed out.

Zhao Rong was silent for a while.

Just when Sword Spirit thought he would not answer it again.

Zhao Rong said softly: "I feel guilty and uneasy, and I'm also very self-blaming and depressed... I don't know what to do now to stay and face Qing Jun, Qian'er, Xiao Xiao, and...Zhu Yourong."

The sword spirit immediately understood that it should be Zhu Yourong's "teacher's kindness" that suddenly turned bad, which became the last straw that made Zhao Rong, who was vacillating, make the choice of long-distance travel and self-cultivation.

Estimated at this point, a certain big-breasted female gentleman with a "fleeing in a panic" from the back of her departure did not expect it.

Gui smiled, and suddenly said: "So Zhao Rong, are you... escaping?"

It is half a smile.

Zhao Rong was quiet for a while when he heard the words, and suddenly nodded vigorously.

"Yes, I chose to escape."

It turned out to be a direct admission.

The sword spirit smiled, admiring this cheap sword master more and more, and felt that the more he looked at him recently, the more pleasing to the eye.

Well, there may also be reasons why Zhao Rong's appearance has changed and he has become handsome.

"Okay, just admit it if you know it, and there is no shame in escaping. In your previous words, isn't this called... a tactical transfer? Let's do a tactical transfer first, and go south to Nanxiaoyaozhou to cultivate ourselves... We will do it again in the future Come back!"

Today, a certain elm head finally opened up, and returned with a smile:
"If you don't return home if you are rich, it's like traveling in brocade clothes at night, isn't it? At that time, our Peach Blossom Sword Master, who has gone through untold hardships and cultivated successfully, will have to go and clean up that big-breasted female gentleman. Let's see if she dares to act casually Metamorphic teacher."

"..." You are very wrong.

Zhao Rong shook his head speechlessly, "Don't talk nonsense."

Immediately, the man let out a long breath.

He turned around, his back was facing the 'home' where the two beauties were still looking forward to at this moment, the last bit of reluctance on his face subsided, and he was ready to leave.

However, after walking a few steps, Zhao Rong stopped again.

"What's wrong?" Gui asked, "Repent again?"

Zhao Rong shook his head, "No, I was thinking, I have to say hello to Xiaoxiao before I leave, she is still in Duyou City, I can't hide it from her, otherwise I will panic and worry if she can't find me... Maybe I will do it again Stupid thing."

Gui thought for a while and didn't say anything, just said: "Okay, but let's write a letter, this trip may be dangerous, let's not bring a small oil bottle, and this silly little fox demon can't do anything, he will Break your Dao heart, I will pull you to salt fish together..."

The more Jian Ling talked, the more speechless he became. The silly little fox that Zhao Rong picked up was outrageous.

Zhao Rong: "..."

Seeing that he hesitated to speak, Gui curled his lips: "Why, don't you believe it? Heh, if you go to find her in person, this naive little fox will probably pull at your clothes again, so don't make it public again. Pulled the belt off."

Hearing this, Zhao Rong, who was still hesitant, immediately nodded in agreement, "Okay, write a letter, I will send her a letter from Feijian."

This incomparably decisive tone is obviously a psychological shadow of a certain little fox demon's housekeeping skills of pulling his belt.

Sword Spirit nodded in satisfaction.

This is almost the same, the infatuated little fox demon who likes to read books about gifted scholars and beautiful ladies is really harmful to Confucian scholars, so you should stay away quickly.

It secretly said.

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PS: Cough cough, don't worry, good brothers, there are surprises in the next chapter... In addition, these chapters will not disappoint you, it's not what you think cough cough.

Forget it, let's just say it straight, the protagonist won't go south, the current idea is just the plot needs, don't take it seriously...

Anyway, brothers, just trust Xiaorong!Generally, this kind of situation will be for the sweetness of the sugar later...

Our slogan is to eat soft rice to the end!hey-hey. (lsp laugh)

　Thanks to the "Lapland 1" good brother for the reward of 4900 coins!Thank you brothers for your support~
　　(By the way, let me tell you, the chapter a few days ago finally came out of the little black room, so Xiao Rong just made up the free words that were compensated before.

　　So this led to a change in the order of the text of the first seven or eight chapters (don’t worry, the content of the text has not changed at all, don’t worry about it), the chapter corresponding to the paragraph has also been swallowed a lot, um, let’s talk to everyone...)
　　
　
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