After closing the door of Xia Chong Zhai, the atmosphere in the hall is slightly gloomy and shabby.
There were clearly a large group of people sitting or standing in the hall, but they even breathed deliberately calmly and did not make any sound.
They stared unblinkingly at the woman in the center who just whispered the word "A".
This woman looks like she has a slim figure, a pair of long autumn eyes, a faint mole of tears under her eyes, a delicate face, and extremely beautiful appearance.
At this time, he was the focus of everyone in the hall.
She was wearing an alizarin blue floor-length fairy skirt. The skirt was embroidered with gold and silver threads as thin as fetal hair to form a pattern of thousands-leaf crabapples. The embroidery was decorated with thousands of North Sea pearls, and her wide-sleeved top was embroidered with
The Lingyun pattern is woven with dark gold threads.
The broken beads and tassels that adorn the skirt of this woman with autumn eyes twinkle like stars and are as bright as flowing clouds.
On her arms was a smoky purple gauze that was about ten feet long. It was tied with gold and jade and firmly fixed in the crook of the lotus arm. Her two plain hands were held in front of her belly, giving off a misty fairy air.
The woman with autumn eyes has three thousand blue hairs rolled up, and her hair accessories are complicated. One of the purple ribbons tying her hair occasionally has a few wisps of purple air rising, which is very conspicuous.
She seemed to have specially prepared makeup and clothing for the dinner. She was dignified, refined, fairy and expensive.
At this moment, the beauty with autumn eyes ignored others and whispered to the young Confucian scholar who was close and dependent beside her. Then she turned her head, closed her autumn eyes, and raised her pointed chin slightly.
The slender handleless sword that appeared a foot above her left shoulder is now swimming to the position above the right shoulder of the woman with autumn eyes. There seems to be something invisible to the naked eye floating there.
The green plum avoids that air and revolves around it!
The two melodious sword chants that appeared before have disappeared, but the woman with autumn eyes is now sitting upright in her seat, raising her head and closing her eyes.
She seemed to be listening to something very carefully, motionless, like a goddess statue on the top of a cliff.
In the silent hall, you can hear a needle drop.
The man with his arms crossed at the door tilted his head and listened intently.
Zhao Qian'er, who suddenly stood up, had already calmed down the excitement on her face. At this time, she was holding the hilt of the sword at her waist, raising her head hard, biting her lip as if listening, but the little girl was still blushing and her small breasts were still red.
It fluctuates greatly, as if it is difficult to suppress a certain emotion.
In Xia Chongzhai, except for these three sword cultivators who all happened to be named Zhao, Zhao Rong and others were puzzled.
They tried to imitate the former and listened attentively, but after a while they opened their eyes again, and their eyes became even more confused and curious.
Because besides the slight breathing sounds of different people in the hall, is there any other sound?
Although they were puzzled, their attention was quickly diverted, and their eyes focused on... Zhao Lingfei's exposed jade skin.
At this moment, the orange light that accentuated the gloomy atmosphere also fell on her delicate oval face and her thin neck revealing fair skin, but it gave people a bright and unparalleled feeling.
Looking carefully, it turns out that Zhao Lingfei's snow-white skin is faintly exuding a hazy and pale light.
Just like the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady who descends upon the mortal world under the moonlight, she is holy and unparalleled.
It makes people feel ashamed, and it is difficult to have any sense of blasphemy.
Fan Yushu, Jia Tengying, Li Xueyou, Jingzi and others were surprised.
Zhu Yourong's eyes flashed as he looked at the woman with autumn eyes who looked like a goddess.
A certain little fox demon was holding a small rice bowl, tilting its head and looking at it blankly.
The miraculous vision on Concubine Zhao Ling's delicate body instantly stunned everyone present.
She has a beautiful profile and a strange way of looking up and listening, which makes people feel holy, unpredictable, and inviolable...
However, unlike others who were respectful or dignified, Zhao Rong's face was slightly startled at this time.
He wanted to glance down, but he held back.
Under the table, a certain hand quietly reached out and took the initiative to grab Zhao Rong's right hand that was resting on his lap.
It's Qingjun's hand.
He is very familiar with it.
Zhao Rong did not look down and remained silent. He turned his right hand over and intertwined his fingers with hers.
Then he felt her hands tightening and tightening, and... they were shaking slightly.
The young Confucian scholar glanced at the lady's delicate and beautiful face with her eyes closed, as well as her seemingly dignified and calm expression.
He suddenly felt enlightened and laughed.
Qingjun has been so beautiful since she was a child. At first glance, people would naturally think that she is as perfect and perfect as a goddess, aloof and unpredictable, and her IQ and talent for cultivation are as evil as that of a monster.
This is also the first subconscious impression that most people in the world have when they see someone with outstanding appearance like Qingjun.
Just like the students in Taiqing Mansion, they thought so and always regarded her as a lonely and hazy white moonlight...
Just like the people who are being restrained at this moment.
However, only Zhao Rong, her sweetheart husband, knew that apart from being good-looking, introverted, cold-tempered, and extremely capable in cultivation and jealousy, Qingjun was not much different from the aristocratic ladies from the wealthy families of the same age at the foot of the mountain.
She is also a seventeen-year-old girl who is pregnant, shy and homesick. She is also a little woman who needs protection and love from her husband. She also has an ordinary and lovely side.
It's just that since I went to the mountain to practice, I have been burdened with too much, so I can only be strong alone, and gradually become cold and indifferent on the outside, hiding those weak looks from outsiders.
But in Zhao Rong's eyes, she was always the one who followed behind when she was a child, holding the hem of the Confucian skirt with one hand and holding the butterfly kite high with the other hand, happily and anxiously calling to him in front of her, "Slow down, wait a minute, wait for me."
'The crying little girl.
It will always be the shy lady who was lying on the bed in Dongli Xiaozhu during the day, weakly shouting, "Don't look at me, don't look at me, don't do this." She couldn't help but push him a few times and he would gasp... Well,
Once Zhao Rong deliberately made his evil desire escape, she would continue to close her eyes and grunt like a pig, resisting for a few times before suddenly reacting, then opening her beautiful eyes and hurriedly stretching out her hands to pull him, and then her hands were locked tightly.
Hold his head tightly, fearing that he, a bad husband, would really dare to leave and leave her...
At this moment, Zhao Rong held her trembling bare hands and glanced at the lady's profile with her eyes closed. Her skin was covered with a layer of hazy moonlight, making her holy, solemn, and inviolable.
He suddenly spoke: "Qingjun, you...what are you listening to?"
Zhao Lingfei did not open her eyes, but her red lips slightly opened, and she said seriously: "It's the sword chant, Brother Rong'er, the bamboo horse is... the sword chant again, it... it's very happy."
Sword chant? What is this sound? Why didn't I hear it... Before Zhao Rongduo could be confused, the sword spirit in his heart lake spoke:
"The birth of every first-class sword in this world is an extraordinary creation. Once a first-class sword appears in the world, it will send out a 'sword chant' that will spread thousands of miles. The higher the rank of the first-class sword, the higher the grade."
The sound of sword chanting gets louder and louder as it gets farther away.
"Well, it's actually the second sword chant just now. It's just that you non-sword cultivators can't hear it except at the beginning. In fact, the sword chant of this bamboo horse has not stopped, and even got louder and louder.
It's loud, but only sword cultivators with their own flying swords can hear it... Sword cultivators thousands of miles away can hear it."
Zhao Rong frowned suddenly, thousands of miles in radius?
But before he could worry, Gui continued in a lazy tone:
"Speaking of which, this can be regarded as an old tradition of Xuanhuang sword cultivators. It is difficult to hide a first-class sword in this world. Once the sound of sword chanting is heard, all nearby sword cultivators will stop and listen carefully.
"Not only is it a tribute to a sword immortal embryo who may climb to the top of the mountain in the future, but it can also benefit the way of swordsmanship. Even if the swordsmanship reaches a certain level, the first sword chant born from this first-class sword can be
Here, I heard some interesting things...
"This kind of phenomenon is called 'Thousands of Swords Singing Together' in some ancient books. This name is interesting and quite specific, because the first sword chant from the first-class sword can spread thousands of miles.
To a certain extent, it is because it transmits some kind of peculiar vibration, causing the nearby sword cultivators Feijian to vibrate and sing in unison according to its frequency, and are infected one after another, spreading this frequency out, spreading wider and wider..."
Zhao Ronghu said: "Resonance effect?"
"What resonance effect?"
"Um, it's okay, you continue."
Gui paused and said in a somewhat arrogant tone: "So, this is the reason why only sword cultivators can hear the sound of the sword. People who don't have a flying sword will listen to it... Forget it, you won't say too much.
Understand."
Zhao Rong twitched the corner of his mouth. Not only do I understand, but I can also teach you some lessons. For example, the reason why the sword chant of this first-class sword can be transmitted is because the sound is transmitted by vibration...
He curled his lips slightly and asked again: "Why haven't you told me before?"
Poison-tongued Sword Spirit: "Is it necessary? Ninety-nine percent of the time you can't conceive a first-class sword, so it's useless to talk about it."
Zhao Rong: “…………”
He thought to himself: Ninety-nine percent, isn't there still a chance? You, the stinky sword spirit who wants the sword master to die, are waiting for me. Sooner or later, I will train you to shut up and call you master honestly and meekly...
How could Gui know that Zhao Rong was already planning how to train it after it became famous in the future? Now, it thought about it and said:
"Furthermore, first-class swords are rare in the world, and it is even more rare to happen upon its birth. How could I have known that your wife would be able to rejuvenate like a dead tree, and you would just happen to bump into it? Tsk tsk, this glass of wine is exactly what I thought it would be.
That's not easy..."
During the brief conversation between the two, the scene on the field had changed a lot.
The clear moonlight on Zhao Lingfei's body became more and more abundant, and the divine brilliance flowed on her jade-like snow-white and crystal clear skin.
The woman's unparalleled fairy dress also shines brightly and dazzlingly.
Her delicate body is like a luminous pearl that has been nurtured for thousands of years in Beihai Guixu.
The hazy milky white light even replaced the orange candlelight and filled every corner of the hall!
When everyone saw it, one word popped up in their minds: Biren.
It can also be said to be a beautiful woman.
It is said that beauty is like jade, and the strange appearance on Concubine Zhao Ling's delicate body can be said to be worthy of the name in a certain sense. The ancients did not deceive others.
Zhao Rong was also a little stunned. This scene was indeed a bit magical.
By the way, the lady should transform into a fairy and ascend to the nine heavens. If that doesn't work, I have to hold the lady. If that doesn't work, can I bring my husband and the whole family up there with me?
Gui clicked his tongue a few times, "Don't worry about it blindly. Her soul was condensed and body tempered by some unknown sword law, and her body was sublimated. It is one of the magical effects of a first-class sword.
"For first-class swords and special second-class swords, in addition to their characteristics of massive spiritual storage and huge power, their most fundamental and unique ability is their natal magical power, and most of the natal magical powers of first-class swords involve special swordsmanship.
law.
"The first-class swords are warm and nourished in the heart lake, traveling through it, alternating between virtual and real. Sword cultivators can control them all because of the soul condensation and tempering of the first-class swords when they are born. Under the wash of the special kendo laws, the sword cultivator gradually adapts to his own destiny.
Flying Sword Magical Power."
Zhao Rong understood immediately, and he carefully looked at Qing Jun who was undergoing the body tempering ceremony.
It turns out that she is being enveloped by some special kendo law.
Gui looked outside through the ajna chakra, and the more he looked, the more interested he became:
"If this bamboo horse is promoted to the first level, I don't know how much magic it brings. Tsk tsk, you lady, counting this time, it must be the third time you have tempered your body with the laws of swordsmanship, right? Three times... This body... I guess you have already surpassed it.
There are many warriors at the same level, it’s really annoying to compare them to each other.”
Zhao Rong breathed a long sigh of relief.
Gui took a few glances and encouraged:
"Zhao Rong, hurry up and ask your wife to reveal this bamboo horse. I am restricted by my soul and cannot see it more clearly. You ask her to take it out. Let me take a closer look. Hey, I always feel it.
This sword is a bit unusual..."
Zhao Rong ignored it. Under the table, his hand was clasped with Qingjun's shining bare hand.
Her fingertips turned white and were trembling slightly.
Zhao Rong pursed his lips, knowing the joy and little fear in her heart, fearing that this was a dream.
He held her tightly.
Zhao Xifu leaned against the door with his arms crossed, tilted his head and listened carefully for a while. At this time, he glanced at the wooden door closed in the dark night, and then at the dazzling 'beauty' in the hall.
The shopkeeper looked at the air above Zhao Lingfei's right shoulder, stretched out his hand to touch Hu Zha's chin, "The little guy's voice is quite loud, and this scene is quite loud."
This is definitely not the power of an ordinary first-class sword, because this 'sword chant' has... spread nearly thousands of miles, and it still has momentum!
At this moment, Zhao Lingfei, who felt the warmth of her husband's palm, stood up gently.
She raised her hand.
Twist it lightly with two fingers and pull it, and the purple ribbon falls down.
Three thousand black hairs are falling down like a waterfall.
The pure purple air is scattered and billowing in all directions, then condenses in an instant.
After a while.
About a foot above the right shoulder of the woman with autumn eyes.