i have a sword fairy

Chapter 73 Falling Flowers Poems and Cauldrons
The air at the moment is as viscous as grease.

Qingjingzi felt the biggest insult in his life unforgettable.

Every breath is like a drowning person being poured into the nose and nose by sea water, desperately searching for a wisp of air.

His face was expressionless, his eyes narrowed forcefully, just to hide the murderous intent in his eyes!
However, his fist, which was held in front of his abdomen, grabbed the rosary, clenched tightly, and kept shaking, betrayed his emotions.

Qing Jingzi tilted his head slightly to the left and right, and found that wherever he could see, everyone was watching him, waiting for his answer, just like the young scholar he wanted to peel.

He even had the illusion that everyone in the audience was as playful and contemptuous as Zhao Ziyu.

Qing Jingzi's blood surged up his head, blushed, opened his lips, and was about to respond in the next second, but suddenly stopped abruptly!
This was the vigilance and steadiness that he was proud of, and stopped him.

He has already passed the age of blood and recklessness. Although he has been pampered and cultivated in a leisurely manner for so many years, Lin Wenruo's unexpected attack not long ago awakened his vigilance as a cultivator in the Golden Core Realm who is fighting for his life with heaven.

He keenly smelled something wrong, but in a short time he didn't know where the unease came from.

Zhao Rong saw the Taoist priest who was wearing the yellow and purple robe and was holding the heart of the hearth that he was thinking about. When he was about to open his mouth, he suddenly paused and closed his mouth. Open it slowly and let go of the fist to continue turning the rosary.

Zhao Rong's heart suddenly sank, but immediately, he moved.

Zhao Rong's originally calm expression raised his brows, turned his head to the right, glanced at Lin Wenruo and the auditorium on the right, suddenly seemed to be amused by something, smiled happily, shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, and stopped looking at Qing Jingzi. Without further ado, he turned around and prepared to leave.

Qing Jingzi just began to speculate carefully about Zhao Ziyu's behavioral motives in his heart, but he couldn't help but get angry again. He was ridiculed and dismissed repeatedly in public by a yellow-haired child who might not be one-tenth his age. The kung fu is good, and I can't help but feel the anger of the three-point clay Bodhisattva.

However, he did not speak immediately, but took advantage of Zhao Rong's turn to turn his head and looked left and right. After receiving a confirmation from a certain purple-clothed woman, he meditated for three breaths, and suddenly he spoke.

"Betting, why don't you bet? Boy, what are you running for?"

Zhao Rong stopped walking when he heard the words, did not turn around immediately, but turned his head slowly, glanced at Qing Jingzi behind him, "Why, after giving you so much time, I finally figured it out? Decided not to continue counseling? Let's forget it, even It takes a long time to think about such a trivial matter, I am afraid that you will not be able to lose."

Qingjingzi snorted coldly, did not answer, but said directly: "Pin Dao's national teacher's robe, called Tianxian Dongyi, is a thousand-year-old inheritance of Zhongnan Kingdom. It is refined from many Zhongnan Mountain spiritual treasures. The prohibition of [-] magic circles has been blessed and supplemented by the past dynasties of the national master Zhongnan, and it has many functions, such as concealing the master's cultivation..."

"Okay, alright, who cares what kind of mess you have with this rubbish thing, we'll talk about it later, if you lose, you'll keep everything on your body, put on your pants and get out of here, don't let me go. I saw you." Zhao Rong said impatiently.

As soon as these words came out, the more than [-] people who were witnessing the gamble made a louder sound, one wave after another, drowned out the sound of Zhao Rong's side for a while.

"quiet!"

Layman Liuyi frowned and scolded.

The boiling air suddenly became quiet.

All eyes were on Zhao Rong and Qing Jingzi, wondering if the latter would dare to take on this absurd gamble.

After a few breaths, the audience was not disappointed.

"Okay." Taoist Huang Zi spat out two words between his teeth, and then an exaggerated almost semi-circular curve was drawn at the corner of his mouth, revealing his white teeth.

Zhao Rong looked at Qing Jingzi quietly, and finally waited for this answer, but at this time he could feel that the Huang Zi Taoist priest had been completely angered by him, and looked at him with terrifying coercion.

The Taoist priest in front of him is a fifth-level Taoist cultivator who builds a small world of human beings, turns the world into a furnace, and cultivates a golden elixir of immortality.

It's just that Zhao Rong thinks... that's it, after all, he has even touched the tiger beard of the Yuan Yingjing sword cultivator who can dominate the mountains, and he has already embarked on the road of cultivation, plus he is born extraordinary, He is handsome and courageous... Well, Zhao Rong admits that this is only a part of the reason, but the main reason is because the Liuyi layman not far away is blocking the factors that will affect the fairness of the clear talk, so he is like this. easy.

Zhao Rong turned around, walked straight to the table where the origami paper was placed, and gently stretched out a forefinger to pick up the corner of the paper that had been folded twice.

Between the gaps in the paper, a corner of the starry sky and the bright moon suddenly leaked out.

Slowly, a breeze blew past, raising the sleeve of the right hand of the young scholar who was picking paper.

At this moment, if you look at this scene from a distance.

One poem, one table, and one scholar.

The breeze is full of sleeves, and the stars and moon are full of poems.

"This is..." Layman Liuyi glanced at him with hazy eyes, muttering in his mouth.

The little fox demon widened his eyes.

Qing Jingzi looked serious.

"Luohua, a realm without me." Lin Wenruo said softly.

Layman Liuyi nodded, then looked around, suppressing the crowd at the table who were about to make a sound after a sigh.

The old man turned his head and couldn't help but glance at the poem again.

Back then, he was still a mortal prince, and also a Confucian scholar who admired the sages and was full of hope in Confucianism and Taoism.It's already standing, and it's just that Luohuapin has my realm. Remember, she always laughed at him that he was too sad and too crafty, and said that if there were no accidents, he would never be able to write poems without me. ...

However, after he filled in the words for her without self, where is she?It seems to have stayed in the afterglow of the motherland.

The mountains and rivers of the homeland have long been broken, and he also has pale face and white hair, and now he looks back... Why didn't he stay with that woman, that Confucian dress, that Sanqiu Guizi, and the beacon fire all over the city?

The drunk-eyed old man hurriedly took a sip of wine, as if the sorrowful water from an inexhaustible gourd overflowed from his white beard.

Layman Liuyi came back to his senses and looked at the two young Confucian scholars in front of him.

One wants to govern the country with Confucianism.

An angry young man with a bookstore.

Immediately, he took a deep look at Zhao Rong, who stretched out a finger and casually pressed it on a poem in the state of no-self.

This poem at Zhao Rong's fingertips was written on the night of the moon viewing at Huxinting Pavilion. I wanted to give it to someone before I left, but now the situation forced me to take it out in advance as a bet to deal with the situation at hand. .

Seeing that there was no one around to speak, Zhao Rong said softly, "This is my bet."

Qingjingzi looked away from the poem, glanced at Zhao Rong, and suddenly sneered: "Enough, do you only have this?"

Zhao Rong frowned slightly and looked at Layman Liuyi.

Layman Liuyi pondered for a while, then nodded.

The stakes are indeed a little worse.

Falling Flowers, Poems in the Realm of No Self is indeed precious, especially for a Xianjia sect on a mountain, it can continuously provide Xianjia children with the opportunity to directly break through the bottleneck of the Swinging Realm and advance to the Haoran Realm, as long as the users fit Just get it's mood.

And the entered poems are like strange objects, most of which are in the hands of the academies and some Confucian monks. There are very few circulating in the mountains. Most of them are one-time consumables, not to mention the falling flowers that can be used continuously. The poems of the realm are gone, and I don’t know that in the past hundred years, there have been no more than one-handed transactions on Wangquezhou Mountain.

However, it is only limited to the low realm after all, and it can only help the beginner cultivator pass the first major level of cultivation, and for the cultivator above the third realm, the higher the level, the less useful it is.

What Qing Jingzi took out was an inheritance vestment that was of great value even to a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator, and had... dignity.

All in all, the word alone, as a bet, is indeed a bit worse.

Lin Wenruo, who was on the side, didn't know what medicine Zhao Rong was selling in the gourd.

He took off the blue and white jade bi on his waist that symbolized the academician's status as a member of the academy, and was also a life object. He took a few steps forward and prepared to put it together with the poem of falling flowers as a bet for Zhao Rong. However, he was caught by Zhao Rong. Reach out to stop.

Zhao Rong turned his head and said indifferently to Qing Jingzi: "Then tell me, what else do you want, as long as it's mine, I can take it out, otherwise it's fine."

Qingjingzi spoke directly, aggressively, "Pindao also bet on your tattered body, if you lose, you take it off and stay in Chongxuguan as a rag, you put on your pants for Pindao and roll down Taibai Mountain!"

Zhao Rong thought for a while, then said softly, "Yes."

"and also……"

Zhao Rong interrupted with a serious tone, "Actually, if you deliberately don't want to gamble, you can directly say that you don't have to pretend that it's not that I don't gamble, it's that he can't afford to gamble, isn't it just that you don't want to admit that you're a coward? The unworthy national teacher has been in the position for so long, and you are about to lose face?"

After hearing this, Qingjingzi became angry again. He has had a smooth journey since his cultivation, how could there be such a quarrel in the market place, his tone was stern, "And the last one."

Zhao Rong curled his lips and was silent for a moment, "Let's hear it."

Taoist Huang Zi cast his eyes darkly towards a figure beside Zhao Rong.

"I bet on this fox woman at the Core Formation Stage beside you, if you lose, let her be the cauldron of the poor way!"

The young scholar narrowed his eyes.

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PS: This chapter is 3k. It is inconvenient to write 2k, otherwise you will say that I am water, ahem, so it is a little late.Xiaorong is now almost five thousand words a day, which is really not short~
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