Zhao Rong did not expect that the battle would end so soon.

A second ago, he was worried that Qing Jun and Yu Huaijin would get angry and make things get out of hand, so he almost blurted out his words to stop the fight: "Stop, you guys stop, don't fight anymore, don't fight anymore...

…”

result.

I didn’t even blink a few times and it was over?

The refreshing fragrance of Qingjun's jasmine scent penetrated his nose. Zhao Rong slowly turned his head and looked at his wife blankly.

As if aware of Zhao Rong's doubts, Gui's sneer came.

"Do you think that the fighting between the monks on the mountain is the same as the rogues at the bottom of the mountain, who come back and forth with each other, and are inseparable? Or maybe it is that Mr. Zhao wishes in his heart that these two talented women would act like shrews in the world for you.

Are they entangled together, tearing off clothes and scratching faces, so that you can feast your eyes and fill your vanity?"

Zhao Rong said angrily: "I didn't, don't talk nonsense."

He paused and then added: "What's so good about Yu Huaijin? It's my wife who suffers."

Gui clicked his tongue twice and said in a lazy tone, "However, this fight was indeed a bit unsatisfactory and not enjoyable to watch. It ended a bit too quickly. It's not about the time, but the fact that neither of them used their full strength and broke the formation.

It was over after a brief fight, hehe, after all, we are in the academy, and there are probably a few gentlemen looking at us now."

Zhao Rong thought for a while and asked in a confused tone: "Xiao Guigui, I still don't see how this fight ended. Well, Qingjun should have won, right?"

"Damn it, Zhao Rong, you shout it again? Do you really think I can't do anything to you?"

"What can you do to me? Can you still eat the master? Xiao Guigui? Do you have the talent to call across the lake of your heart? Show some real skills."

Gui Youyou said: "I can beat you in your dream."

Zhao Rong: “…………”

Zhao Rong blinked and said seriously: "Don't come? I'm afraid that seeing you will give you a nightmare."

I also agree with this point, "You're right? I'm also afraid of nightmares."

As the words fell, there was a moment of silence between the two of them? Above the lake of their hearts.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but said: "Can you really see me in your dream? How about we meet..."

"This fight ended quickly. It's normal. If you can understand now, you'd be calling a ghost."

Without thinking, Gui interrupted his "face to face" request.

It paused, then asked Zhao Rong's question just now, and surprisingly patiently explained to him:

"Your wife and this Yu Huaijin were just fighting, not life and death, they had to use all their means. And although they met for the first time, they are both not simple women? There is a tacit understanding between them.

They are fighting to see if this ritual formation can be broken? How many swords can break it? Can it be broken by brute force? Or by skill..."

Zhao Rong clicked his tongue a little and sighed like a loser? "Is this the world of geniuses? Do you have to pay so much attention to a fight? There is a tacit understanding...Does that mean Qingjun won?"

Guijian Huantou was brought back, coughed, and spoke slowly:

"It's your wife who has the upper hand. She's a sword cultivator. She doesn't have any bells and whistles. You have thousands of subtle spells and magical formations. I can break them all with just one sword. Besides, you are a rare lady who knows how to 'fight'."

A good young man is good at swordsmanship, but he is also not limited to swordsmanship. He knows how to be flexible.

Zhao Lingfei has already refined the pure purple energy you gave her into her natal object. In just a split second, she skillfully used the purity to find this ritual array, where a Qi loophole is located. You must know that this Qi loophole can change rapidly.

Yes, Zhao Lingfei captured that moment and gently handed over the sword. Now let’s see..."

Returning to Zhao Rong's eyebrow chakra, he glanced outside in a certain direction. There, there was an old-fashioned woman with an expressionless expression on her hands, saying "The lake and the moon are harmonious, and there is no goggles on the lake surface that have not been polished yet."

"The "Autumn Moon" is transformed into the remaining lines of the poem.

The yellow and clear "Autumn Moon" seems to have remained unchanged, with no gaps in the weather, but the white porcelain bowl has long since disappeared.

However, Gui knew that this ordinary white porcelain bowl was just broken into powder.

It withdrew its gaze and said in a teasing tone, "Now it seems that the strength of this sword is just right. As long as it hits, Mr. Zhao is really lucky. After being wronged, the two of you went to battle to seek justice for you."

"However, Yu Huaijin is not a simple person. It seems that this ceremony was put up casually after she entered the door, according to local conditions. The original intention was just to trap you and Fan Yushu, two people who have no spiritual energy.

It was expected that he would lose.

I just don’t know if Yu Huaijin has any other means, but as long as he doesn’t have too rare secret arts or has practiced extremely high-level skills, he should not be able to defeat your wife, despite her age.

Female monks with the same level of cultivation, but one is a Taoist cultivator, the other is a swordsman cultivator, and the latter is also a first-class flying sword..."

Speaking of this, Gui couldn't help but look at Zhao Lingfei, who was standing next to Zhao Rong, taking a step forward and protecting him behind her. She was quiet for a while, and she didn't know what she thought of. Suddenly she said seriously: "Zhao Rong, how about you still do it?"

Don't harm Concubine Zhao Ling, let her go, her path is far away, sword cultivators should be free and unfettered."

When Zhao Rong heard this, he was a little suspicious that this was someone else's sword spirit. He said angrily: "I don't want Qingjun, how can I live with you?"

Return: "…………"

Zhao Rong paused and softened his tone slightly, "At the foot of Youshan, you were the one who woke me up by scolding me, saying that if it was really for Qingjun's good, I shouldn't be self-righteous in choosing for her. Now I hold Qingjun's hand and leave.

When we got together, you asked me to do it for her own good, let go of my hand and let Qingjun go, return home, and you said all the words together?"

The sword spirit was silent for a while and sighed slightly. This sigh was obviously Zhao Rong's familiar voice, but it made him feel that it had some vicissitudes from long ago.

This feeling is indescribable. If Zhao Rong were to describe it, it would be like a person whose heart has grown old after experiencing endless years. He sat in front of the stove and read a book, and suddenly saw a similar familiar regretful past event.

Repeatedly, I can't bear to turn the page, even though I know in my heart that this is not the story that made me regret and regret it, but it is still difficult to let go.

"I just feel a little regretful and just said it casually. How can everything in this world be perfect... Don't listen, it's good to be with Zhao Lingfei now, and her sword heart is also showing signs of recovery.

."

Zhao Rong suddenly said: "I know Qingjun's road is very far, but since she has called me her beloved and entrusted her with her body and mind, no matter how far the road is, I, Zhao Ziyu, will accompany her down the road."

He paused and added, "There is also Xiaoxiao, I want to lead them away together, no one can escape."

Gui Le chuckled, "Hey, you are so stubborn, weren't you still trembling before the king was afraid of seeing the king?"

Zhao Rong waved his hand and said with great pride, "They are all from my old Zhao family. Our Zhao family runs the family with Confucianism and they all have to listen to me. Qingjun and Xiaoxiao can have a little quarrel, but if you dare to be stupid

Let them know who has the final say in the family."

Sword Spirit clicked his tongue in surprise.

The tough-minded Zhao Rong suddenly softened his tone, "Ahem, Xiao Guigui, I saw that the water bowl in Yu Huaijin's hand was gone. Did Qingjun break it? Is this water bowl from the formation valuable?"

After all, families are different. Who knows if what others take out may be some rare treasures. Zhao Rong is still very good at managing his family.

Gui sighed and said seriously: "Zhao Rong, you are in big trouble. This bowl is valuable. It was used by the ancient emperor to drink water. I suggest you compensate Qingjun to her. Well, plus a

Su Xiaoxiao, forget it, let’s add you too. Although it’s not valuable, we can make it a neat family together.”

"roll!"

Zhao Rong scolded his mother.

When Zhao Rong listened to Gui's words in his heart.

The courtyard of Dongli Xiaozhu still maintained a moment of silence.

Outside the courtyard gate, Li Jinshu, who had been keeping his hands down and concentrating ever since Zhao Lingfei and Yu Huaijin looked at each other, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the two women in the court showed no signs of further action.

Li Jinshu tilted his head and glanced at Zhao Rong with a helpless expression. He turned around immediately, with a solemn expression on his face. Facing the empty street in Nanxuan Academy, he bowed his hands and bowed in a certain direction.

Silent courtyard.

The air of silence was suddenly broken.

Concubine Zhao Ling withdrew her gaze from Yu Huaijin, turned her head, looked up and down, and looked at Brother Rong'er carefully. She saw that he had put on autumn clothes as she said, with a rosy complexion, and was looking at her confusedly.

I don't know if he is in a daze, or... he is fascinated by her.

"Idiot." Zhao Lingfei secretly spat, but her narrow eyes still narrowed slightly unconsciously, and she couldn't help but lower her head when Zhao Rong stared at her.

Zhao Lingfei pinched the corner of her clothes, then raised her head immediately, with a slight smile on her lips, and walked to the table. She put down the food box, reached out to open it, and took out something.

The eyes of Yu Huaijin, Li Jinshu, Jia Tengying and others followed Zhao Lingfei subconsciously.

She took out a steaming porcelain bowl from the box, which seemed to contain porridge. She stirred it a few times with a spoon, raised her chin slightly, pouted her pink lips, and blew on it twice.

Immediately, Concubine Zhao Ling carried the bowl of hot porridge and walked up to Zhao Rong who was in a daze. She raised her head slightly. She held the porridge in both hands and held it to his mouth, saying with a smile:

"Husband, eat porridge."

"Ahem," Li Jinshu coughed twice and looked away.

Jia Tengying stared blankly at the gentle woman in front of him, who was completely different from the domineering and sharp-eyed woman with cold eyes just now.

Yu Huaijin's eyes narrowed slightly, she pursed her lips, put her white jade hands back into her sleeves, and turned her head slightly to look at Zhao Rong.

‘Ahhh.’ Zhao Rong’s mind broke away. He lowered his eyes and immediately saw the hot smoke rising in front of his eyes, and the flowery smile behind the hot smoke.

A wisp of the fragrance of lotus seeds penetrated his nose, mixed with her familiar scent.

Zhao Rong's eyes softened, and he raised his hand to take the bowl of lotus seed glutinous rice porridge, "Thank you, Qingjun."

Zhao Lingfei smiled and shook her head, watching Brother Rong'er scoop up a spoonful and after tasting it, she nodded with bright eyes.

Her smile became even brighter and she looked at Zhao Rong with clear eyes.

At this moment, everyone in the courtyard looked at this scene and felt like Zhao Rong, they seemed to be full of something.
To be continued...