Chapter 407 Zhao Lingfei: I'm going to give my husband a quilt
"Mr. Zhao, I came here this time just to ask you a favor."
"What's the matter? Please tell me."
Zhou Dufu looked at Zhao Rong, "About this Zen ceremony."
Zhao Rong was a little surprised, because he didn't expect him to go straight to the topic and speak so straightforwardly. It was broad daylight, everyone was here, and it was only a hundred miles away from Hanjing.
Under such circumstances, after giving the gift, shouldn't this be hinted at in a subtle way?
Well, this is also the effect Zhao Rong wants... If they, the gift-giving forces, do not clearly indicate it but just hint it, then he will pretend that he does not understand and hold off.
Don't panic, it's expected... Zhao Rong nodded lightly under the old man's gaze.
Zhou Dufu said directly without breaking away from the water:
"I hope that Mr. Zhao and all the other gentlemen can abide by their duties and comply with the destiny. Just do your best during the ceremony and the ceremony. As for the results, there is no need for help in times of trouble or icing on the cake. Please Mr. Zhao... be fair and just!"
The wealthy old man's back was straight and his voice was strong. At this time, his words resounded loudly and powerfully in the open-air wine shop, "In this way, I will not hinder the great gift of Zen."
The whole place was silent.
Zhao Rong looked at Zhou Dufu for a while, then raised the wine glass in his hand to drink. After thinking about it, he put the glass down again.
He nodded slowly and said nothing.
He slowly picked up the jug next to him and filled Zhou Dufu's glass with his own hands.
Putting down the wine pot, Zhao Rong stood up, turned around and left the open-air wine shop to lead the dragon colt.
Zhao Qian'er, Su Qingdai, Gu Yiwu and other students stood up immediately to follow.
Everyone exchanged looks for a few times, followed Zhao Rong, mounted their horses, and drove away without saying a word.
The figures of Zhao Rong and others disappeared on the official road.
Only a martial artist holding a cup and drinking alone and an old horse grazing on the roadside were left...
"Tzuyu, are we leaving now?"
"Otherwise, shall we stay for dinner?"
"…………"
"Let's go to Hanjing. We don't have much time for this trip away from home. Let's hold the Zen ceremony as soon as possible and return to the academy as soon as possible. It's not suitable to stay here... for a long time."
"Okay, listen to you Tzuyu! Hey, wait a minute, Tzuyu, what is that little blue book you just accepted? Could it be some secret book of unparalleled magical skills?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? This is a serious thing for serious people."
"How serious is...?"
"Diary. A diary written by a warrior."
Gu Yiwu and everyone:
Can't refute.
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Half a quarter of an hour later, Zhao Rong and his party met a group of Dali officials who had been waiting for a long time on the official road more than ten miles away from Hanjing.
Among them was a plump and beautiful woman, Xue Can, whom Zhao Rong and the others were quite familiar with.
She took some officials from the court's etiquette department and bowed:
"Mr. Zhao, gentlemen, the Young Emperor and Queen Mother Dugu have learned that you have arrived today, and have held a grand welcoming ceremony for you outside Hanjing. They are welcome from ten miles away. Gentlemen, please put on your formal attire..."
Zhao Rong squinted his eyes and looked at the faint sound of gongs and drums and the rows of horse hooves in front of him, and nodded gently, "Thank you."
Not long after, Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and others changed into Confucian attire, dressed neatly, and rode off with their whips raised.
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A crisp autumn morning.
Duyou City, the four prefectures of Taiqing.
A brand new ancient platform was built on a cliff peak in the center.
The reason why it is new is because it is renovated every month.
At this time, on Qingyuntai, which is the permanent venue for high-profile competitions in the Taiqing Mansion, not even a hint of mountain breeze could escape, and the atmosphere was extremely quiet.
But on a brand-new high platform with a radius of about one kilometer, there are hundreds of figures in white standing there.
Some are wearing white clothes and wielding a sword with a cold and evil spirit, some are wearing a flagon hanging from their waists casually, some are barefoot and alone with empty fists, or some are looking outstanding with long hair.
They were all silent.
More than half of the students from the four Taiqing prefectures on the field looked at a graceful figure on a certain fighting stage with different eyes.
It's obviously the same sword-patterned white clothes from Taiqing Mansion, but it's different when it's on her body.
It's not stunning, it's not eye-catching.
Rather, it makes people subconsciously attracted at first glance, and the more they look at it, the more eye-catching it becomes.
On Qingyuntai, there is a competition platform with engraved magic formations. The owner of this dazzling and tall figure is standing on the largest competition platform in the center.
Her pair of narrow autumn eyes were like ripples of autumn water, and under her left eye was a light brown tear mole, which was known to everyone in the Taiqing Palace.
At this time, many fighting stages have been seriously damaged and need to be repaired. These fighting stages were clearly built with special spiritual materials based on the combat power specifications of late-stage Tianzhi realm monks, and they have many shocking scars.
It is hard to believe that what is going on at this time is a quasi-life-and-death battle for all students in the Haoran Realm.
At the moment, the Qingyuntai Competition, which determines the allocation of training resources and status in the next few months, is coming to an end, and almost everyone's eyes are focused on the deserted woman who was unscathed.
The remaining people who didn't go to see her were either the students who had already resigned from the stage in defeat or the ones who were about to take the stage and were closing their eyes to rest.
In the mid-air of Qingyuntai, there are monks in green clothes who are responsible for recording or making judgments. They are holding pen books or strange-shaped mirror-flower-water-moon instruments. They have keen eyesight to observe every move on the stage.
In the clouds high above Qingyuntai, there are nine vague and hazy figures, some sitting or standing on the clouds, all looking down at the scene below.
In the field of vision of everyone in Qingyuntai, it can be seen that the blurred figures of these people seem to be dressed in different styles. Some old students who are familiar with Taiqing Mansion glance upward from time to time, and they can almost distinguish the figures of these Yunshang people from those in the mansion.
Or some big figures in Duyou City successfully corresponded.
For example, the figure between the nine people in the cloud is the only one sitting behind the table. He is probably the master of the palace.
But at this moment, like most of the students from the Four Prefectures on Qingyuntai, the smiling gazes of the nine big figures in the clouds all fell on the largest fighting stage, and the words that were heard in the whole place were only heard by her.
The proud daughter of Xiaoyao Mansion with one name.
"clang!"
"The seventeenth battle, the winner is Zhao Lingfei!"
"..."
"clang!"
"The eighteenth battle, the winner is Zhao Lingfei!"
"..."
"clang!"
"The nineteenth battle, the winner is Zhao Lingfei!"
"..."
The hoarse voice of the middle-aged referee in Tsing Yi shattered the silent atmosphere on the stage again and again.
"This Qingyuntai year-end competition, the last Jiazitai battle, both sides of the battle, Zhao Lingfei, Ji Ganyi, please prepare, half a stick of incense will start on time!"
The silent atmosphere on the Qingyun Terrace eased slightly after the Qingyi referee announced a short break.
But everyone's eyes didn't move away much.
Among the people in the audience, some students couldn't help but whisper.
A new student who just entered Fuyao Mansion had an eye-opening experience today as he finally saw the rumored scenes from the past with his own eyes.
"Is this the Senior Sister Zhao you are talking about? Why do you feel that other senior brothers and sisters are too... too fast?"
"Because they are facing Senior Sister Zhao."
A junior sister held her head proudly for the person she had admired for a long time.
"She is still in Haoran Realm, who dares to compete for the first place?"
There was a Fusheng who was also in the Haoran realm, the atmosphere was solemn, and he looked at Zhao Lingfei with complicated eyes.
"Hey, do you think Ji Gan can beat Zhao Lingfei in a fight?"
"It's difficult, but there is hope."
"I hope, eh, he is simply a monster. Speaking of which, how come Fairy Zhao hasn't broken through the realm yet? It has been a year and she is still in the Haoran realm to suppress us. This kind of monster feels like she has entered the Heavenly Will Realm."
"I heard that Zhao Lingfei had some big problems in her practice, so she hasn't broken through yet."
"What the hell do you call this a big problem? So far none of us can stand in front of her for more than ten breaths."
"...Maybe she wanted to stay in China and gain a lot of experience."
"The sword energy is already so strong, and it still has a lot of accumulation..."
"Hey, wait a minute, she won't stay in the Haoran Realm forever. The first one who is anxious is probably the Palace Master. When Tianzhi arrives, those senior brothers and sisters who are also monsters will probably be able to suppress her. ...As for us, don’t even think about it.”
"Huh, we haven't fought yet, how do you know Brother Ji can't win?"
The students in Haoran Realm looked at each other in silence and remained silent.
There were also experienced veterans Xiaoyao and Taiyi, students of Tianzhi Realm in Kunpeng Mansion, chatting and looking at the deserted woman on the stage, either showing admiration or hiding deep fear.
"Oh, it seems that among the junior brothers and sisters in the Haoran Realm this year, it is Junior Sister Zhao who has won the first prize again. She has been the number one genius in the Haoran Realm for two consecutive years. The young junior brothers who are men have their heads trampled under her feet again. .”
"Well, I think she is going to fall under the pomegranate's skirt. I guess every man has this kind of mentality, but I heard that it is no longer possible. It seems that the famous beauty has a master."
"Does this mean 'seem'? You can tell with just your toes. Junior Sister Zhao has a sword like Armor. Who can brush her tassel in this realm? Unless the Taoist cultivator or martial artist has a legendary physique, the result will be known without any competition.
"And among the students of the Haoran Realm Sword Cultivator in Xiaoyao Mansion this time, she is the only one with a first-class sword, which is already the ceiling of combat power. Who the hell can beat her?"
"Tsk tsk tsk, a first-class sword. Normally, for a flying sword under the first class, our Xiaoyao Mansion will probably have one every four or five generations of students. This has attracted talents from an entire continent. It seems to be a big one at the moment. In this year, Xiaoyao Mansion actually had one after one or two years of residence. It seems that the great age rumored on the mountain has indeed come."
"That's right, right now, all the students in Xiaoyao Mansion, including Junior Sister Zhao, only have three first-class swords. But I don't know what the specific grade of Junior Sister Zhao's rare first-class sword is, and whether it should be Will you... reach the top of the list?"
The air in the auditorium somewhere was silent for a while.
"...It should be...impossible. The two existences in Xiaoyao Mansion are only 'under the first rank'."
"Wait a minute, first-class swords. Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion may have more than three swords. I heard that among the new students in Xiaoyao Mansion, there seems to be another evildoer who has a first-class sword. And... he is also a junior sister."
The atmosphere was silent again.
"who is it!"
"It seems that his surname is also Zhao, and his name is... Zhao Qian'er."
Someone said faintly: "Junior sister Zhao Lingfei has a personal maid who went to the mansion to practice together, also named Zhao Qian'er."
"…………"
"This... is outrageous." Youtianzhijing Fusheng couldn't help but said.
The powerful people in the clouds seemed to be talking at the moment, and their admiring gazes were cast on the woman with autumn eyes below from time to time.
At this moment, half a stick of incense arrived.
"clang!"
The whole place fell silent.
In the admiring and yearning eyes of the junior brothers and sisters.
The disappointment, frustration and admiration were mixed in the eyes of the students of the same generation.
Under the admiring and admiring gaze of the great power in the clouds and the senior brothers and sisters.
At this time, Zhao Lingfei on the A-number fighting stage seemed a little strange. In fact, she was a little strange at the beginning.
Under the spotlight of all the people, she never closed her eyes or looked around. Instead, she raised her head and looked up at the rare bright autumn day in the clear sky.
With a cold temperament, she slightly squinted her eyes when the sunlight hit her, bit her lip with her white teeth, and was slightly lost in thought.
At this moment, the clock rang, Ji Gan stepped onto the stage solemnly, and Zhao Lingfei slowly lowered her head this time.
Just twenty breaths later.
"The twentieth battle, the winner...Zhao Lingfei!"
"This time, the year-end Qingyuntai competition, the winner is Zhao Lingfei, the number one genius in Haoran Realm!"
The sound vibrated through the high platform on the top of the mountain, and even spread to the bottom of the mountain with unabated power. Many people in Taiqing Mansion who were close to it could hear it and turned their heads to look in the direction of Qingyuntai.
Under countless gazes, Zhao Lingfei turned around without hesitation, and left Qingyuntai without even looking at Ji Ganyi, who was in a trance and lost his mind.
As she was going down the stairs, she looked up at Qiuyang again, nodded slightly, and went down the mountain.
"Why haven't you come back yet... Well, I have to lay the quilt for my husband."