Under the secluded mountain.

The tranquility and openness of the past have returned again.

Youshan is originally the first mountain in Duyou City. The mountain is covered with colorful flowers and is a unique scene.

The private house on the mountain is one of the most noble and mysterious residences in the city.

If it weren't for a certain lady from Xinran Sect who used this place to hold a Taoist ceremony, it would have been so lively today.

Now that the ceremony is over, the guests have dispersed, the bustle of the day has passed, the farce not long ago has ended, and silence has returned.

The sun is setting.

Under the setting sun.

On the street in the distance, there were occasionally a few carriages parked, and the horses with the blood of alien beasts snorted in boredom.

A girl with short hair was standing up from the carriage, frowning and looking around.

at this time.

There is a restaurant not far from the place where the excitement happened just now at the foot of Youshan Mountain.

A man with a sword holding an angry expression walked out.

There are words in his mouth.

"What kind of shabby restaurant is this, Jianxianju? No wonder the drinks are so expensive. It sounds pretty bad. I should have known better."

The man holding the sword withdrew his eyes from the plaque and sighed slightly, "Qian'er's test money is gone again, and I don't know when this little girl will come back... Alas, I was so happy for nothing, but the Broken Lotus Pond got in the way.

It’s still not destroyed…”

Li Bai, who had a name that Zhao Rong found very interesting, tightened the sword in his arms and glanced at the direction where Zhao Rong was leading his young lady away, feeling as if an old father had his daughter kidnapped.

"Didn't you, little bastard, decide to leave and come back to harm the young lady?"

"But, hey, he still has a sense of responsibility, like a Zhao man."

Li Bai withdrew his gaze and looked up at the watchtower on Youshan Mountain. He didn't know what he thought of, he shook his head gently, turned around and left holding the sword that he might have handed back today.

Zhao Rong didn't know where he was going.

Just walking in one direction without stopping.

but.

It was different from the time not long ago when he saw Zhao Lingfei take the sword and leave sadly.

because.

He took her with him.

At this time, Zhao Rong held his head high, his chest steady, his eyes straight ahead, and did not look back at Zhao Lingfei, but the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up.

Facing the passers-by one by one on the road, Zhao Rong smiled and faced their hundreds of looks that were either curious, envious or even disdainful.

He carefully felt the soft, boneless hand.

Warmth is transmitted to each other through the palms of the hands.

Her hands seemed not as cold as before, they were warm, um, and wet with sweat. I didn't know if it was hers or mine.

However, this feeling made Zhao Rong very at ease.

He could feel the real presence of the woman behind him who was following suit.

Her warmth, her softness, her weight, and her fragrance...

This was not a dream, he really found her.

"Gui, is her Kenshin okay?"

"It has been stabilized. You rushed there in time and the flying sword of your life was saved. Although the scenery of the heart lake is definitely worse than before, it is not too much of a problem. After all, you have already destroyed most of it.

It’s not that bad either…”

Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief.

At that time, he suddenly woke up and rushed back all the way. He heard the deafening chirping of cicadas from a distance, and felt bad.

When they arrived, they saw Qingjun surrounded by a strange silver-white sword energy and surrounded by a circle of people. Gui urgently said that her sword heart was in danger of being completely broken, which might destroy the foundation of the sword, so he urgently said

Unable to wait, I rushed over.

Fortunately, Qingjun was prevented from doing something stupid in time.

He was puzzled, why is it so dangerous to practice swordsmanship, and why does the sword of that model worker break easily...

The two walked hand in hand all the way.

No half-step pause.

I don’t know how long I walked.

They left the entire Wangque East City behind and came to a seaside.

What comes face to face is the fishy sea breeze, and the beach is hit by white waves at the ebb and flow of the tide.

Look around.

The setting sun melts gold and is about to sink into the vast North Sea.

The golden afterglow lingers on the fine sea sand as it has for tens of thousands of years, covering the entire narrow coastline.

It also stretched the silhouettes of the two people very long.

There is no way ahead.

Zhao Rong's pace gradually slowed down.

Both of them stopped in the wind.

Zhao Rong turned his back to Qingjun and looked at the setting sun on the sea level.

His eyes wandered and he licked his lips.

At a certain moment, Zhao Rong took a deep breath and suddenly looked back.

In an instant.

He caught her complicated gaze.

Zhao Lingfei turned around in panic like a deer quietly eating grass.

But then he seemed to realize something and reacted instantly.

She turned her head suddenly, holding her head high like a proud white swan.

Zhao Lingfei's silky green hair was dignifiedly lifted up by a simple wooden hairpin.

The neck, which was dyed red by the brilliant golden sunset, was slender and round.

Two slender willow eyebrows, like the daisy of distant mountains, were tightly knitted toward the center of the eyebrows.

A pair of bright long eyes that were as lively as autumn water, with pupils that looked like paint, and were being stared at wide at this moment.

Her pretty face was filled with anger, and she glared at Zhao Rong.

Why should I be afraid of you? Who are you to me?

The sentence "Why are you still looking for me?" is about to blurt out.

But after seeing Zhao Rong's face clearly, Zhao Lingfei's pupils shrank slightly, and she still swallowed the harsh words.

She still stared angrily at the weather-beaten, thin face with the same expression.

"Let go."

Zhao Rong blinked.

The big hand relaxed slightly.

The little hand opened slightly, ready to retract.

But.

The next second.

Zhao Rong's big hand slipped into her tender palm.

Instantly intertwined with hers.

Their hands were filled with each other's touch.

Zhao Lingfei hurriedly pulled her hands away.

"You, please let me go!"

But.

Her slender bare hands were always entangled by Zhao Rong.

Zhao Lingfei bit her silver teeth and stretched out her other bare hand to touch his hand.
To be continued...