The little girl ran into a shop buying women's items without looking back.

It was inconvenient for Zhao Rong and Li Bai to enter, so they had to wait on the street outside the door and look around.

I don’t know why women like to go shopping, but according to Zhao Rong’s observation, even the quiet and calm Qingjun seems not to be immune.

Sometimes she and Qian'er would get together, playing with some interesting jewelry in front of a counter somewhere. The two women would whisper to each other, leaving Zhao Rong aside to fend for themselves.

Therefore, Zhao Rong said it was understandable that Qian'er, a little girl, would have her peach-blossom eyes burning with fighting spirit whenever she mentioned shopping.

It's just that the man holding a sword next to him was no longer lazy before going out, but was looking around energetically, looking at the shops on the busy street.

He seems to understand the joy of shopping very well.

Zhao Rong glanced at this bachelor man and felt a little puzzled.

"Xiaobai, have you found a wife?"

Li Bai was too lazy to look at him, "How many times have I told you, brat, call me uncle."

Zhao Rong nodded and said with a straight face: "Xiaobai, what do you call me? Pay attention to the title, I am your uncle, no matter how big or small you are."

Li Bai suddenly waved his hand, and Zhao Rong jumped back smartly, and his forehead was spared.

Zhao Rong blinked.

When I was a kid, I would argue with Uncle Bai, and I would often get slapped on the forehead by him. After so many years, the sword-holding man in front of me seems to have changed little... Well, that’s not entirely true. He seems to be more tidy and energetic, and not as sloppy as the drunkard he used to be.

, I don’t know why, but you really have a wife?

However, Zhao Rong has grown up a long time ago. If Li Bai can slap him on the forehead again, wouldn't it be very shameful?

Zhao Rong smiled slightly and imitated someone's catchphrase, "It's too tight, it's too tight, the sneak attack didn't even hit, eh."

He sighed and shook his head.

Li Bai glanced at him, retracted his hand, tightened the sword in his arms, and said nothing.

He continued to look at the bustling streets with interest.

Zhao Rong looked inside the store and saw that the little girl still showed no sign of coming out.

He sighed softly, and then glanced at the sword Li Bai was holding calmly.

"Hey, Li Bai, have you married a wife? Are you still a bachelor? After so many years, my wife is married. It's too cool."

Li Bai suddenly wanted to drink. He lowered his head, raised his foot, and kicked a stone on the ground into the river beside the street.

The man holding the sword suddenly raised his head, smiled and said with white teeth: "Daughter-in-law? It will only affect the speed of my sword draw. Brat, you know a hammer, a master does not need a wife."

Zhao Rong thought for a while and said with a smile: "Uncle Xiaobai is really a master?"

Li Bai sneered, raised his head and looked ahead, without looking at Zhao Rong or answering.

The meaning is obvious.

Brat, are you talking nonsense?

Zhao Rong glanced at him, holding the sword in his arms and looking up at the bright moon. He raised his brows and nodded slowly.

This style, in the story novel, is probably a master.

However, Zhao Rong always felt that it tasted bad, but he couldn't remember what was wrong for a while.

Zhao Rong shook his head and stopped worrying about this.

He looked at the master Li Bai for a while, then suddenly pointed at the sword in the man's arms.

Zhao Rong had a straight face and said seriously: "Then Uncle Bai's sword must be very powerful, right?"

Li Bai nodded when he heard this and glanced at him.

The man holding the sword also said seriously: "It's very powerful, the kind that can split Wangquezhou with one sword."

Zhao Rong took a breath of cold air.

Both of them had serious faces, stared at each other, and became quiet for a while.

As a result, a strange scene appeared in the corner of the street at this time: two men, one big and one small, staring at each other, motionless.

Just the next second, Zhao Rong's expression changed.

He rolled his eyelids and curled his lips and said, "I don't believe it."

Li Bai smiled, "If you don't believe it, just see for yourself."

After saying that, he loosened his hands and threw the sword in his arms directly to a brat who had been peeking at the sword for a long time.

Zhao Rong was slightly stunned in his heart, but he still grasped it with his hands consciously and his expression remained unchanged.

He weighed the sword that he had suspected for a long time.

It has a simple shape, unremarkable appearance and moderate weight.

Zhao Rong was quiet for a while. The next moment, he pulled out the sword and looked at the sword.

My heart skipped a beat.

I looked for it again on the sword, but I didn't find the word "too wild" as I thought.
Chapter completed!