No one knew who this young Confucian scholar who came rushing over just a few breaths ago was calling.
But when he approached eagerly, he was deflected by the silver sword energy and let out an inexplicable cry.
A miracle happened.
When the young Confucian scholar rushed over again.
The silver-white sword energy, which even the golden elixir sword cultivator could not advance even an inch, trembled along with its master.
flinched.
Don't dare to touch him again.
Just like a young deer encountering a tiger coming down the mountain, an antelope sees a hungry wolf slowly circling.
But it didn't take long for everyone to be surprised.
The next moment.
The young Confucian scholar had already stepped forward and took Concubine Zhao Ling's left hand.
Yes.
That's right.
The one he held in his arms... was Concubine Zhao Ling!
He...what did he do?
Jiang Chebai's heaving chest suddenly shrank, and he breathed "ho...ho...ho" from his mouth, and his protruding eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.
Ning Ying's eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly.
The people in Taiqing Mansion were also dumbfounded, and some even rubbed their eyes.
Many other monks who were watching the fun were also watching intently.
At this moment.
The long river of time seems to have stopped flowing briefly in this place under the mountain.
Almost everyone on the field froze in place.
Time seems to pass very slowly,
Even the expression stayed at the previous second, let alone the change in emotion.
And one of the only two things that's still moving.
It's their slowly turning heads.
His eyes followed the two figures walking hand in hand on the field.
One is dressed in green and the other is dressed in white.
are connected together.
Everyone's eyes were on Zhao Rong's calm face with his lips pursed, Zhao Lingfei's lowered head with no expression, and the two held hands together, circling back and forth.
Zhao Rong led Concubine Zhao Ling, ignoring everyone and striding forward without looking sideways.
He wants to take his wife and leave.
After Zhao Lingfei was grabbed by his hand from behind, she kept looking down at that domineering hand.
Except for a slight struggle at first, after being squeezed hard by him, she showed no resistance and followed him step by step.
Zhao Rong is in front, and Zhao Lingfei is behind.
The two of them were like two fish swimming through a stagnant river.
The water is moving.
The crowd in front parted like a rock.
But.
But there were still people standing there, motionless.
Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes slightly, tapped his chin, and said in a serious tone:
"Go away"
Jiang Chebai was staring blankly at the jingling black and white jade plaque on Zhao Rong's waist.
Hear this now.
He raised his head suddenly and glared angrily.
But he met Zhao Rong's calm eyes.
Jiang Chebai tensed his cheeks, his nose trembled, and stared straight at Zhao Rong.
Zhao Rong's eyes were unblinking and his face was expressionless.
The two people's eyes collided in the air.
Standing in place silently.
Zhao Lingfei did not intervene in the stalemate between the two men.
She stood obediently behind Zhao Rong, still lowering her head and looking at the hands held by Zhao Rong, with a blank expression on her pretty face, not knowing what she was thinking.
Time passes minute by minute.
Jiang Chebai clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and stared into Zhao Rong's eyes.
In those eyes, from just now to now, there is still the calmness of Gujing...
Time seems to go on like this forever.
The two of them seemed to stand here forever, turning into stone statues.
But.
some moment
Under the gaze of Zhao Rong's unwavering eyes.
Jiang Chebai's bloodshot eyes turned slightly to one side.
Zhao Rong immediately moved.
Holding Concubine Zhao Ling's hand, she marched forward in a straight line.
Very fast pace.
The next second.
The two seemed to be about to collide.
Jiang Chebai's heart trembled.
The body still subconsciously opened to the side.
Zhao Rong led Zhao Lingfei past Jiang Chebai without stopping.
Ignoring Jiang Chebai's angry eyes again after he reacted.
The road after that has already been cleared by everyone.
Ning Ying and everyone from the Taiqing Mansion, who came with Zhao Lingfei, had already given in at some point.
Zhao Rong led Zhao Lingfei and passed in front of them without stopping.
Each one has different eyes.
Ning Yingyu picked up a strand of hair in front of her shaved shoulders and gently twisted it. After casually glancing at Jiang Chebai, who was blushing, Ning Ying turned her eyes back and carefully looked at the people walking in front of her.
Zhao Rong.
Ning Ying lowered her head slightly, bit her lip lightly, and casually played with the strand of black hair with her delicate hands. Her beautiful eyes turned up slightly, and she looked at Zhao Rong's side face without blinking, her eyes gradually brightened.
Senior Sister Yu'er beside her was looking at Zhao Rong's back with complicated eyes.
She still had an impression of this man who was following them "obscenely" with "obsessed" eyes not long ago, and she couldn't help but recall the scene again...
He turned out to be Zhao Lingfei’s childhood sweetheart and scholarly husband?
Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei moved very quickly.
Soon he was gone.
But everyone still stared at the backs of the two people silently.
Until they disappeared around the corner.
Then they all looked back.
only.
For a moment, there was still silence on the field.
The monks who originally just wanted to watch the excitement looked at each other and made eye contact.
Not long after, everyone looked at Jiang Chebai in unison with strange expressions.
Jiang Chebai's originally ordinary but fair face was now as red as a pig's liver.
His hair was messy, his eyes were bloodshot, blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, his teeth were chattering like they were fighting, his red face was covered with sweat, and his fists were clenched and turned white.
Jiang Chebai's eyes were still staring at the direction in which Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei were leaving. He didn't know what he was thinking. At this time, he seemed to feel everyone's looks of amusement or pity, as if they were seeing a joke.
He raised his head and took a deep breath, his Adam's apple rolling.
Jiang Chebai suddenly turned around, faced the cicada that had been thrown to the ground by a certain woman, and slowly walked over.
In the eyes of everyone, his back was shaky.
tear apart
When Jiang Chebai walked there and bent down to pick up Han Chan, he didn't know what he was going to do. He reached out to grab it, pulled it, and pulled the small golden sword on his right sleeve that symbolized the identity of the law enforcement monk of Tianya Sword Pavilion Sikou Mansion.
The embroidery was torn off.
A moment.
The cold cicada in Jiang Chebai's hand shook and chirped again.
The voice seemed even more pitiful than the one in Zhao Lingfei's hands not long ago.
All the monks looked curiously.
Just some people frowned slightly, seeming to realize something...
Jiang Chebai's face was ashen, his eyes were withered, his right hand stood upright, and his left hand held the hilt of a white cloth sword upside down.
He and Han Chan were facing the direction Zhao Rong left.
Ning Ying raised her chin slightly and looked at it, waiting attentively.
Many monks felt bad, so they took a few steps forward, opened their mouths slightly, and then stopped.
The moment I decided to draw my sword.
Jiang Chebai suddenly calmed down completely, and the sword's heart stopped breaking.
He smiled miserably.
The next second.
Use your wrist to pull out the sword sharply...
only.
The sword was not drawn.
Because there was a palm on Jiang Chebai's left shoulder where he drew the sword.
Jiang Chebai's face twisted and he roared.
Use your left hand again.
But still can't pull out the cicada that wants to drink blood to stop its cry.
The big hands on his shoulders didn't move at all.
Jiang Chebai slowly turned back.
Behind him, he saw a man in linen clothes with a grimace tattooed on his face.
Looking at him expressionlessly.
Jiang Chebai's face was filled with tears and his voice was hoarse.
"Senior Brother Zhao, let me draw my sword, otherwise I will die."
Zhao Qianqiu spoke softly.
"No, if you pull it out, the sword's heart will be broken. If you don't pull it out, the sword's heart will never be broken."
Jiang Chebai was stunned.
Zhao Qianqiu turned around and didn't look at him again, but looked around.
All the monks made eye contact with him and saluted one after another.
"Little Lord Siko."
Zhao Qianqiu said nothing and stood upright with his hands behind his back.
When everyone saw this, they all clasped their fists and said goodbye.
Zhao Qianqiu suddenly tilted his head and looked at Ning Ying.
Ning Ying raised her head and glanced at him, smiled softly, tilted her head and waved her hands, then turned around and left with all the students from Taiqing Palace.
Zhao Qianqiu frowned slightly.
Not long after, everyone watching the fun had left.
Zhao Qianqiu looked back.
He glanced at Jiang Chebai, who looked down at Han Chan and was still speechless.
Snapped
His body was violently thrown out, flying dozens of meters in the air, and then rolled over again after falling to the ground.
Zhao Qianqiu stopped his hand and said in a calm tone, "This is what my uncle did. He also said that he should go to Whale Island and spend a year thinking about it."
Zhao Qianqiu turned his back and prepared to leave. He walked a few steps and suddenly stopped.
"Oh, I will deliver the letters to that gentleman from now on."