Chapter 521: Wine, Lao Confucianism, Mo Xia Sword, and the Characters of You Rong (Part 2)
"Gui, how much vitality do I have this time?"
"Nine points."
"Nine points? Then... what is the full score?"
In a certain inner lake that had been half cold along with its owner, the dark colors became brighter again.
"ten."
Gui gently uttered a word, but before a young Confucian scholar's rapidly sinking heart could ignite hope, he glanced at his mouth and said, "So, you have nothing."
Zhao Rong: "......"
Do you think you are funny?
"Logically, under the fireworks you designed, this old beast should not have survived. Even if he reacted in time, he immediately stopped his losses and decisively destroyed a golden elixir that he had worked hard for for half his life in exchange for
If you lose a small life, you are still lingering and half-dead."
Gui nodded seriously and said:
"Well, his pitiful appearance as an ugly old servant is in line with common sense. It's just a pity that we were careless before and didn't recognize him. In fact, I didn't expect that he would dare to come here to take revenge in person. The key is that he still used this method
Weird way..."
"By the way, where did you get this fourth-grade golden elixir? Zhao Rong, the weird method this old beast just used should be a very rare external elixir magic in the mountain. He swallowed the elixir directly and borrowed the elixir's weight.
Returning to the golden elixir realm...this path is really evil."
Zhao Rong calmly said: "I have no hope at all?"
Gui nodded and said directly:
"This is the fourth-grade golden elixir realm, which is close to the existence of the third-grade golden elixir. It is not some miscellaneous elixir of the seventh- or eighth-grade cats and dogs. This old beast is an orthodox Confucian monk..."
"Although Zhao Qian'er is an embryonic sword immortal with outstanding natural beauty, she can compete with the monks of Tianzhi Realm in one realm. It is impossible for her to compete with the Golden Core Realm in two realms. It is just a wishful thinking."
"Zhao Qian'er and you both came together, but we couldn't take three of his moves. So, there's no chance of survival at all."
It sighed, paused, and then said:
"Well, this is without any accidents. Hehe, but according to my experience, in this kind of dangerous situation, there will be many accidents for the qualified children of destiny, the proud daughters of heaven, etc., such as the teacher
My sect, I have such a good relationship with my seniors...well, it stands to reason that they can come out in an emergency, save a life, and maybe even help with the counter-attack."
The sword spirit said this and smiled. It seemed that at this moment, it and Zhao Rong were not facing the desperate situation of being pressed to death by the enemy in the golden elixir realm.
"You think so, Mr. Zhao?"
“…”
Zhao Rong was quiet and silent, seeming to be deep in thought.
Gui said seriously: "Hey, Mr. Zhao, you must have had an accident, right?"
Zhao Rong spoke this time, but in turn asked in a solemn voice:
"Uncle Xiaobai, who may be a master, is not here. The temporary scholar Yubi who can report danger was deceived by Zhang Huizhi. Now I only have a maple leaf gifted by Mr. Yan. I can treat it as an accident... Return, you
Is this another accident of mine?"
Sword Spirit shook his head, "I can't leave your Ajna chakra, and not even one ten thousandth of my original cultivation level is left, so I can't help you. Zhao Rong, why don't we take the time to scold this old beast together before our group is destroyed?"
Sentence? It can be understood that one breath is one breath."
In the heart of the lake.
It laughed.
Zhao Rong also laughed.
This pair of unreliable sword masters and sword spirits are at their wits' end and are enjoying themselves in misery.
Because the only "accident" the two of them could use was Mr. Yan's Maple Leaf, and the gentleman who was interested in Zhao Rong was only in the Golden Core realm and was on par with Qin Jianfu.
The maple leaves he presented as a gift could last for a while at most.
The young Confucian scholar finally smiled and said: "Gui, are you not afraid of death?"
Sword Spirit looked down upon Jie Ao: "I have already died once, so what is there to be afraid of? Anyway, I don't have high hopes for you as the sword master, and you are not as romantic as Mr. Zhao. You have so many confidante, so I'm afraid
It’s a hammer!”
"On the other hand, Mr. Zhao, are you afraid of the catastrophe? Do you have any regrets? Do you have any regrets in the future?"
The young Confucian scholar calmly shook his head: "Fear, regret, regret, fear... they are all filling my heart, but all of them added up are not as heavy as the other thought in my heart."
Sword Spirit smiled: "What are you thinking?"
The tone of the young Confucian scholar was rare and gentle:
"Even if I die, I will punch this old beast."
The sword spirit laughed.
…
Soon, the brief exchange between Zhao Rong and Gui Zai in the heart lake was interrupted by the movement outside...
There was silence in the bamboo forest courtyard.
In front of the tea seat and couch, there are young Confucian scholars, young Confucian scholars, and old Confucian scholars.
Whether sitting or standing, the atmosphere is strange.
Not far from them, there was a girl who wanted to look back and a trembling crystal sword.
Stay still in place.
The former was squinting his eyes forcefully, looking at the old Confucian scholar who was suddenly in the golden elixir realm.
The girl's eyes were filled with murderous intent and anger.
Only in the north room on one side was the young man who was concentrating on copying books. The sound of writing was still the same as before.
In front of the couch in the courtyard.
Just after Zhao Rong lowered his eyes and nodded calmly, saying "thank you".
The smile on Qin Jianfu's face became even wider.
Although Yong Gui's elegant face was melted by the unimaginable flames, and his face was a mass of twisted tumors, and he could not even smile clearly, but the continuous "ho ho" sounds in his throat can prove that he is smiling more and more.
Happy.
Zhao Rong seemed to turn a deaf ear to these external movements.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the dishes on the table, not knowing what he was thinking.
Qin Jianfu and Zhang Huizhi did not urge him, but just stared at him.
At a certain moment, the young Confucian scholar sitting on the couch pursed his lips, leaned forward slightly with his straight upper body, took a pair of wooden chopsticks, first put them between his palms and rubbed them, then pinched the chopsticks and picked up the food on the plate.
I picked up a spicy stick with my hand, put it into my mouth, and tasted it carefully.
The movements are graceful and slow.
No rush, no slowness.
Qin Jianfu looked at this young Confucian scholar with interest, wondering if he was stalling for time and waiting for an 'accident'.
If this is the thought in his mind, he will be even happier.
The old Confucian scholar put one hand behind his back and stretched out a finger like a dead branch with the other hand. He pushed the almost bottomless wine pot on the table in the direction of Zhao Rong.
"how is the taste?"
The old man laughed and laughed.
Like a chef carefully preparing delicious dishes for guests, there is unspeakable expectation in his tone and eyes as he looks at the guests who are tasting.
Zhao Rong stopped his chopsticks, looked up at him, and nodded with a slight breath in his mouth.
Qin Jianfu smiled and nodded with satisfaction.
"Eat well."
The young Confucian scholar suddenly smiled a little embarrassedly, but without any courtesy in his hand, he directly picked up the wine bottle and took a sip as if no one was watching.
This is a deprivation meal, but...
Zhao Rong drank heavily, put down the flask and wiped his mouth. First he stopped communicating in a certain inner lake, then he looked at the wine and appetizers, and couldn't help but murmured with emotion.
As expected of our Confucian elders, we are so particular about killing individuals.
It has the look of those great villains who died because of nonsense.
However, you can eat spicy strips, the hometown specialty, in this world.
Well, that’s not a bad idea.
It's just... not spicy enough.
The young Confucian scholar smiled and took a sip of wine.
Then, Zhao Rong picked up another spicy strip with chopsticks and tasted it. Then he put down his chopsticks, squinted his eyes slightly, shook the wine bottle in his hand at the old Confucian scholar who looked at him, and sighed with regret:
"The wine is spicy enough, it tastes like Brother San Bian's hometown, but your Da Wei's spicy strips are not that good, they don't have that taste."
Qin Jianfu laughed.
"Just eat it."
"Too."
Zhao Rong nodded.
There really is no next time.
Qin Jianfu looked at him, his eyes unwavering and unhurried, and there seemed to be a hint of joking deep in his eyes.
Zhang Huizhi held Zhao Rong's scholar's jade in his hand, turned his head and stared at the scenery outside the courtyard, and held a pot of wine in his other hand.
Zhao Rong picked up the two chopsticks again, stood them up, and tapped the table twice to align the chopsticks.
Ready to eat the remaining spicy strips.
Suddenly, the young Confucian scholar seemed to catch a glimpse of something with his peripheral vision, and couldn't help but look behind Qin Jianfu in surprise.
Qin Jianfu seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
Zhao Rong listened with the chopsticks in his hands and couldn't help but pointed behind the old man and said seriously: "There is really someone, if you don't believe me, just look."
Qin Jianfu's disfigured face had a 'kind' smile, he nodded slightly, and then looked back very cooperatively.
The courtyard behind him was empty. Except for Zhao Qian'er, who was immobilized, and a trembling and struggling native flying sword, there was no one anywhere.
The old man glanced at the courtyard, but his consciousness had already swept a hundred miles away, and there was nothing out of the ordinary. He turned back to look at Zhao Rong.
"Well, it seems that I left again. It's a pity that you didn't look back earlier."
The young Confucian scholar pretended to sigh and shrugged.
He found a place to go down. After all, he wanted to save face, didn't he?
Qin Jianfu looked at him quietly.
Childish tricks.
As if realizing his boredom, Zhao Rong lowered his eyes and continued to reach for the spicy strips on the plate with the chopsticks in his hand.
Qin Jianfu glanced at him and shook his head.
And just at the moment when the old man shook his head!
The entire bamboo forest courtyard suddenly experienced sudden changes, and strange phenomena occurred.
Behind the disfigured old Confucian scholar, a young girl turned around, put two slender fingers together, and waved down towards the old man's back from right to left, slanting but straight.
A snow-white sword energy belonging to the seventh level Mo Xia.
Soar into the sky.
In an instant, the sword energy condensed into a snow-white thin line, locking the energy of the fifth-level Jindan old scholar, and slashed diagonally towards his rickety back.
This sword energy tore apart the space, and it was so fast that it lost any sound in the air.
From a distance, it looks like a child making a straight, soundless slash with a wooden sword.
However, only those who are facing it and locked by its energy can truly feel its terrifying majesty that belongs only to the strong men in the seventh realm.
The 'snow-white thin line' seemed to tear Qin Jianfu's rickety back apart in the next second.
The air in the whole place froze.
"Ho ho..."
At this moment, a subtle laughter sounded softly.
It was also accompanied by some coughing sounds.
Suddenly, the light in the courtyard dimmed.
The silence before was restored again.
The snow-white thin lines are gone.
This Zhao Qian'er wielded the seventh-level Mo Xia sword energy that even Yuanying realm monks trembled...
Gone.
The disfigured old Confucian scholar's back still remained where he was.
Safe and sound, not a single scratch.
At this time, the old man lowered his head and smiled.
The laughter ranges from deep to hoarse.
getting bigger.
"Ho ho ho ho... ha ha ha ha... cough cough cough..."
He was defeated by the hand holding the pipe behind him.
At some point, a small gray cigarette pouch appeared.
After he originally took out the golden elixir and swallowed it, it had been put back in and was still hanging on the pipe.
At this moment, the cigarette bag opened its mouth with a diameter as wide as the little finger, and quietly fell on the old man's skinny palm.
The whole place was silent.
Under the eyes of shock and despair.
This one looked at the ordinary tobacco bag slowly closing, and the remaining few wisps of snow-white sword energy lingered around the mouth of the bag, and finally completely dissipated as the mouth of the bag closed...
"How...how is it possible?"
The last move that was almost guaranteed to win was quietly broken.
Zhao Qian'er's eyes widened and she couldn't help but take a step back, muttering in a tone of disbelief and confusion.
The girl's heart sinks infinitely.
The young Confucian scholar, whose tacit cooperation failed, suddenly frowned and stared at the breathless and disfigured old Confucian scholar who was laughing.
"Zhao Rong, something is wrong with this situation, very wrong..." came the serious voice of a certain sword spirit.
The young Confucian scholar's heart suddenly became cold.