Chapter 453: The white one is very rare. She is a slave, right?
A huge cliff-like monument stands in front of the north gate of Taiqing Mansion.
Under the starlight and moonlight, the inscriptions on the monument shine brightly.
Under the giant monument.
"Mr. Zhao? Are you listening?"
"Ah, yes, yes! Where are you talking about... By the way, Senior Sister Ning, what happened to the senior you were talking about six thousand years ago?"
Zhao Rong, who was looking down, suddenly woke up when he heard the soft call. He raised his eyes and knocked at the woman in front of him.
The good-natured Senior Sister Ning was clasping her hands in front of her, staring at Zhao Rong with her crystal-clear lacquer eyes without blinking, with a hint of caring in her eyes.
At this time, she shook her head after hearing the words, "I don't know about this. There are not many records about this Senior Brother Zhao. Maybe there are some places, but it is difficult to find the channels..."
"Then... what level of cultivation has this senior Zhao achieved?"
"I don't know, but... it should be very high." Ning Ying nodded firmly.
"Oh?" Zhao Rong looked curious.
Ning Ying said softly: "He is... the purple and gold genius of our Xuanhuang race."
"Zijin... Tianjiao?"
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and thought softly in his heart.
He originally wanted to ask the 'certain walking dictionary' in the heart lake, but the latter was already angry like a woman and ignored him in a cold war manner.
Although what Zhao Rong just said to it was actually true from his heart.
At this time, Ning Ying shook her head, as if she didn't want to talk about the topic anymore.
She glanced at Zhao Rong, confused:
"What? Mr. Zhao is very interested in him?"
Zhao Rong looked at Ning Ying and nodded calmly, "It sounds very powerful. He has entered the golden elixir at the age of nineteen. I don't know if my Qingjun can surpass this 'main family' Senior Brother Zhao."
He smiled and explained, "Well, Qingjun is Lingfei, so I'm used to it."
Ning Ying smiled softly.
When she smiles, her beautiful apricot eyes will curve and narrow, making people feel close to her and make her mood brighter.
Zhao Rong subconsciously took another look... Senior Sister Ning of Qingjun must be pursued by many men, but her demon clan background...
At this time, Ning Ying nodded gently:
"I know, I heard you shouting at the foot of the mountain that day. Later, in private, my sisters and I deliberately imitated you and called her 'Xiao Qingjun'. Instead, Junior Sister Lingfei blushed and scolded us, and told me not to mess around with a straight face.
Shouting, giggling turns out to be a pet name specially reserved for the husband’s calling.”
The woman in red clothes smiled, raised her index finger, and shook it slightly, "This love that started with childhood sweethearts and childhood sweethearts is really enviable."
As for beauties, men of all ages love to look at them, at least they are not pleasing to the eye, and being complimented by beauties will make men very happy.
At this time, Zhao Rong was hardly an exception.
He smiled and shook his head without answering.
"Who is Mr. Zhao waiting for here?"
"Qian'er, she will be here soon."
"Oh, it turns out to be Junior Sister Qian'er."
Ning Ying nodded and moved slightly, as if preparing to say goodbye.
However, at this time, she looked slightly confused, stopped, turned around, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhao, can you do me a small favor?"
Zhao Rong looked around at the deserted surroundings and wanted to decline politely. After all, he was a man and a woman alone. What if this Senior Sister Ning had some kind of 'unkind invitation', that would be troublesome.
But after the conversation just now, he felt a little fond of Qingjun's senior sister. He heard her say "a small favor"...
Zhao Rong glanced at the woman in red clothes who looked expectant.
"Senior Sister Ning, if you have any small favors, please tell me first."
"Wait a minute~" Ning Ying said crisply. As he spoke, he lowered his head and took out a booklet from his sleeve.
The woman bit her lip, opened her eyes wide, and turned over the booklet, her hands moving a little hastily.
She looks a bit cute and cute.
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and glanced at the cover of the book in her hand. He found that it was a popular collection of poems on the market. You can often see this familiar cover at literary gatherings held by women in the mountains.
He had read it before when he was bored, and his writing was pretty good, so...
This Senior Sister Ning, who has a good cultivation level, also has a hobby of poetry? Well, yes, some demon clans seem to admire the human clan's writing and poetry.
Well, for example, a little fox demon who loves to read books about talented people and beautiful ladies...
Zhao Rong thought of Xiaoxiao and smiled in his heart.
At this time, he said nothing and stood aside.
Afterwards, Ning Ying turned to a certain page in the collection of poems and asked Zhao Rong seriously and curiously about the meaning and function of an obscure image in one of the poems.
Zhao Rong saw that this was indeed a small favor, so he nodded and explained to her.
During this period, the two of them kept a polite distance under the deserted giant monument, and taught the 'posture' without anything inappropriate.
Zhao Rong was speaking seriously. Occasionally he looked up and saw that Senior Sister Ning was listening intently.
He nodded slightly in his mind.
Not long after, Zhao Rong finished explaining, and Ning Ying showed her face with a look of sudden realization:
"...Speechlessly, she moved her plum shadow secretly across the Red Bridge, her skirts fluttering in the north wind... So that's it... There's also this twists and turns of resentment in it... Mr. Zhao, you, you are so amazing! I haven't asked you this before.
Others, including your fellow students in the academy, at least don’t speak as well as you, and yet they explain things in such a profound and simple way.”
She put her bare hands together, closed the poetry book, and looked at Zhao Rong with wide eyes.
There was a little joy between her beautiful eyebrows, "Moreover, many of your explanations that I think make sense have never been mentioned by those people. Mr. Zhao, are these all what you thought of after reading them once?"
Zhao Rong felt that Ning Ying, who had previously given him the impression of a soft and graceful imperial sister, looked a bit like a young literary girl who admired erudite scholars with her cute look while holding a book and staring.
This sudden revelation made Zhao Rong couldn't help but murmur... Did this young master accidentally unlock the strange attributes of the Niangzi Senior Sister? Why does he feel that there is something wrong with the next script?
The young Confucian scholar frowned slightly.
Zhao Rong looked modest and waved his hands.
"Senior Sister Ning is overly praised. They are just some fallacies. There are no other senior brothers in the academy who can explain her well."
His tone was serious, but upon hearing this, Senior Sister Ning in front of him did not continue to praise him as stupidly as he thought.
"Oh, is it so."
Ning Ying nodded in a reasonable manner.
Then he narrowed his almond-shaped eyes slightly and glanced at Zhao Rong, who was cautious and modest.
She opened her lips, her teeth were braided, and her words were clear and crisp: "Then Mr. Zhao is also very powerful, not much worse than those few scholars in the academy. Junior Sister Lingfei's eyesight is indeed very good."
Huh? Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows. If you praise Qingjun, then I won't be polite.
"Indeed." He nodded.
"Uh..." Ning Ying choked and glanced at Zhao Rong. She immediately changed the topic and said sincerely: "Junior brother, actually I have accumulated a few small questions about poetry, which have always troubled me before...
…However, it’s too late now and it’s inconvenient, so I can’t disturb you anymore.”
Zhao Rong nodded and was not prepared to reply politely because he was afraid that Senior Sister Ning would really take it seriously and continue to stay to ask questions.
But the next second.
"But..." Ning Ying suddenly said.
Zhao Rong's eyelids twitched, and he guessed that there might be a turning point, but he didn't expect that it would actually come.
Okay, you can't hide.
"But what?" He said helplessly and glanced at her.
Ning Ying held the book in her arms and looked at Zhao Rong with bright eyes:
"It's said that masters are hard to come by and the Tao is smelly. Otherwise, Junior Brother Zhao, would you mind telling me where you live in the academy? Well, I'm a little girl, so of course I'm not suitable to go in, but let's make an appointment.
I can go there to find you in a few days, and then come out to find a suitable place..."
She paused for a moment before speaking, and then she looked inquiringly and said, "I would like to ask Mr. Zhao about these issues that have been bothering me for a long time. What do you think of Mr. Zhao?"
Zhao Rong calmed down and glanced at Senior Sister Ning.
Her words are organized and logical, and her demeanor and attitude when requesting are not overbearing, making it quite pleasant for people to get along with her.
Zhao Rong nodded mentally, and then...
"I'm sorry, Senior Sister Ning. I have to catch the Yunhai Ferry to go down the mountain tonight. I won't be in the academy for a while. Why don't you ask someone else for advice? I can introduce some academy brothers." Zhao Rong chuckled and declined politely.
Ning Ying frowned slightly, "Junior brother, how long will it take to go down the mountain?"
Zhao Rong shook his head, "I'm not sure, senior sister, don't wait for me."
"Okay then." Ning Ying nodded quickly when he heard this and didn't bother.
She smiled softly at her and said, "Junior brother, be careful when you go down the mountain."
Unexpectedly, Zhao Rong was actually a little surprised that he could refuse the 'beauty's invitation' without much effort.
It seems that this Senior Sister Ning is not the kind of literary young girl in the novel who pesters the protagonist and ends up getting her for nothing without any hesitation.
He complained in his heart out of boredom.
In fact, after Su Qingdai and Luo Xiu took turns "throwing themselves into each other's arms" in Dali Xingzi Town not long ago, Zhao Rong seemed to be overly wary of the sudden closeness of a beautiful woman.
How can pie fall from the sky, let alone Sister Lin?
Well, it is possible to lose Su Xiaoxiao, she is really good at giving away things for free...
Ning Ying nodded at this time, carefully inserted a bookmark into one page of the poetry collection, and then carefully put it away.
Zhao Rong saw this and lost his vigilance.
"Mr. Zhao, you said you wanted to go down the mountain, where are you going?" Ning Ying said casually.
Zhao Rong looked at her and felt that there was nothing to hide in this matter, and besides, he had just rejected her mercilessly.
So, he briefly talked about the great separation.
The woman in red clothes listened with a normal expression for a while.
Afterwards, the two people under the giant monument exchanged a few polite words.
At a certain moment, Ning Ying looked up at the sky, said goodbye with a smile, and then left without any delay.
On the spot, Zhao Rong folded his sleeves and watched Senior Sister Ning leave.
Zhao Rong wanted to turn his head, but suddenly couldn't help but look back and glanced at Ning Ying's back.
He didn't know why, but he always felt... something was wrong.
Zhao Rong looked at it for a while, shook his head slightly, and didn't worry about it anymore.
This Senior Sister Ning, he heard from Qingjun.
She uses the body of a white chi demon to walk the sword-cultivating path, and is one of the most outstanding and outstanding students in the four palaces of Wangque Taiqing in thousands of years.
Now, Senior Sister Ning has successfully traveled across the river and completed casting a very high-quality demon elixir, successfully ‘reaching for the stars’.
And she has an unusual dragon body that is naturally comparable to that of a martial artist. In addition, she also has a powerful flying sword with sword energy quenching the body. Such an alien female swordsman can almost crush those in the same Golden Core realm.
This Senior Sister Ning can be regarded as the top genius fairy of Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion before Qingjun...
Just as Zhao Rong was looking at Senior Sister Ning's back and recalling it carefully.
Guihu said: "Her true body is a white chi... White is very rare."
I don’t know what it was thinking of, but its tone became a little more interesting: "Hey, Zhao Rong, please work harder for me, and try to...accept her as a slave in the future."
"!!!" Zhao Rong.
Is this what a normal sword spirit who doesn't like women can do?