Chapter four hundred and sixty seventh exercises from outside the world
"Hey, Su Qingdai, I'm going to sleep on the big bed. You go down and make the floor. Do you understand?"
In the west wing of the courtyard where Zhao Rong and others stayed, a pretty girl with a pair of casual ponytails ordered arrogantly.
She puffed her lips slightly and glanced sideways at the woman in black skirt who was quietly reading a book at the table in the room.
"I won't sleep, and I won't compete with you. I want to rest quietly tonight." Su Qingdai shook her head and turned another page of the book.
"Humph, this is the best."
Xiao Qian'er nodded.
She was wearing a close-fitting and thin nightgown, and her skin and hair exuded the fragrance after bathing. If she slept in the same room as Zhao Rong in the past, Zhao Rong would definitely 'scent' her for a while, but tonight...
The little girl glanced at the quiet Su Qingdai, snorted softly, turned over and got into the bed.
The room became quiet except for the sound of a woman turning the pages of a book.
A dim lamp on the desk where Su Qingdai was sitting lit up half of the room. The other half of the room was dark, and Zhao Qian'er was sleeping with her head covered with quilts.
At a certain moment, the former raised his eyes slightly and glanced in the direction of the dark bed where the latter was...
There was no movement there.
Su Qingdai looked sideways and glanced out the window at the main room where a young Confucian scholar was. The lights there were bright...
She stood up lightly.
Pour a cup of tea.
Return to the table and continue flipping through the book.
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Yard, inside the main house.
Zhao Rong glanced at the books and elixirs placed on the table and let out a breath.
Tonight, he asked Xiao Qian'er to go to the west chamber and sleep with Su Qingdai on the grounds that her practice had reached a critical period.
In the heart of the lake, Gui's existence has always been Zhao Rong's secret, so it is inconvenient for the little girl to be present.
As for Uncle Xiao Bai in the east chamber, he was not here tonight. He said hello to Zhao Rong and Xiao Qian'er soon and left, saying that he would be back tomorrow morning and he didn't know what he was doing.
Zhao Rong shook his head and didn't think much about it.
Well, maybe Uncle Bai went to a place where sweating is very common and solved the sweating need to win. You have to understand.
After all, he is already a grown man, but he still doesn’t have a wife. As for Zhao Xifu, who is somewhat similar to Uncle Bai, if you look at his family, he already has a wife.
"This novice is too inferior..."
At the table, the young Confucian scholar sighed while stroking his book.
He felt that he would have to persuade Uncle Bai to stop going to that place...
Afterwards, Zhao Rong shook his head, dispelled distracting thoughts, and began to calmly turn over the "Warrior's Serious Diary" on the table...
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midnight.
The more the young Confucian scholar read the diary, the more he sighed.
"Senior warriors, on the road to mountain climbing, you have to look up to the mountains."
Unknowingly, his impression of the rich old man was greatly changed.
This "serious diary" records the many experiences and experiences of a high-level martial artist in his training, giving Zhao Rong the same feeling as when he first watched "Negative Mountain".
This is a true martial artist.
But even though he sighed, he didn't read too much about the rest. He just carefully read the content about the bottleneck of Fuyao Realm.
Half an hour later.
Zhao Rong suddenly put down the book and felt something in his heart. He walked around the room and punched, secretly running the fire python in his body, and accumulating power to pass the level according to a mysterious and mysterious context.
He has no talent, so he can only rely on hard work, exhausting all methods, and trying his best to pass the test.
Another quarter of an hour passed.
Zhao Rong was sweating profusely and exhausted, entering the prepared medicinal bath to warm up.
In the bathtub soaked in dozens of expensive elixirs, Zhao Rong raised his head and rested on the edge of the bucket, with a hot white towel covering his face.
At a certain moment, Zhao Rong's whole body turned red, and the bath water began to boil, as if a red iron had been thrown into it.
After a while, the boiling water returned to calm.
The Confucian scholar in the bucket slowly pulled off the towel from his face.
He was slightly out of breath, but his eyes were bright!
He looked down at his hands and exhaled a breath.
"Finally...Fuyao..."
Zhao Rong closed his eyes and experienced it again, and the fire dragon of the Great Zhoutian began to flow smoothly in his body. After a while, he stood up from the bathtub and put on his clothes.
He wiped his black hair and walked towards the table.
"Go back, wake up..."
Zhao Rong softly called out the sword spirit several times according to the previously planned method.
Not long after, the sword spirit, who had no idea how old it was, woke up.
"Well, Zhao Rong, that's it...are you finally Fuyao?" Gui Wei said in a confused tone, with a kind of confusion as if he had been sleeping for a long time.
"This is not simple."
Gui suddenly became energetic when he heard the words, "Oh, you are the only one who has the nerve to say this."
"Stop arguing, I want to ask you if I have prepared my Fuyao Realm practice skills. Didn't you give me a pass before? Is it suitable for me to practice the skills in your memory because of the dragon transformation in my body?"
"Already prepared."
"What kind of technique is it?"
After returning to silence for a while, he suddenly said: "Do you still remember... what I told you on the way to Duyou City, the pair who were fighting on the arm of the Suzaku star outside the boundary? A martial artist.
Hezun monster..."
"You pretend to be so cool, of course I will remember it. Didn't you then..."
"That's right, I killed this martial artist later. What I want to give you now is 'his' technique, well, it might also be 'it'."
"What's the meaning?"
"At that time, the two guys who were demoted to the next level and defeated each other, do you know which one won?"
"Wufu?"
"Do you know who that monster is? Why are they fighting?"
"I don't know, uh, maybe they don't like each other, or they are competing for territory..."
Gui laughed and said: "That was...a demon dragon, and after that warrior won, he ate the demon dragon alive."
"…………"
Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, thinking about the dragon transformation in his body.
"You mean..."
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PS: I'm a little tired... I'll refresh it in three hours, brothers. Good night. (Well, these chapters will be a blast...)