"What's the meaning?"

In the pavilion, Sword Spirit asked.

Zhao Rong gently twisted the stem of the 'Little Red Flower' with his two fingers and let it rotate slowly.

He stared down at the blood-red petals, his tone a little... uncertain:

"When I get along with her, I always feel... like I'm facing Qingjun or Qian'er... Qingjun or Qian'er when they were young."

Gui thought thoughtfully and tried to understand: "You mean... the way childhood sweethearts get along? Just now in the ruins, there seemed to be some such atmosphere between the two of you..."

"'This unknown obsession' seems to really want to be your sister. It started with giving you this little red flower, and then gave you so many good things... It's a bit like the kind of childhood sweethearts who get along with each other.

Just like you, Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qianer, being fed with soft food..."

It raised its head and sighed: "Hey, you are worthy of being the Peach Blossom Sword Master."

Zhao Rong twitched the corner of his mouth, and when he saw that Sword Spirit was talking about something else, he did not retort like before.

I can't get excited at this time.

He lowered his head and carefully put away the small red flowers.

Raising his hand, Zhao Rong rubbed the face that seemed to have been optimized and refined. Even now, Zhao Rong still has a tide-like sense of illusion lingering in his heart.

An obsessive woman who has been wandering in ancient ruins for who knows how many years, waiting for many visitors;

A mythical journey in the mysterious ruins of Wangque City;

There is also a strange rebirth and a new look experienced in the dragon coffin...

Everything has a dreamy and mythical feel, especially the transparent woman.

Is she... really alive?

Or is it just like a set program, staying in the ruins, quietly waiting for the right person to come thousands of years later.

Is all this mythical journey he has been on just an illusion?

Where is the meaning of "carrying the flying immortals to fly, holding the bright moon to the end"? It is clear that from the beginning to the end, it is just him, and the woman is really just a ball of air and an obsession.

And can this unknown woman's obsession that makes her uneasy really represent this woman?

After finally feeling relieved, can she bring her "peace of mind" back to her real heart?

Or...she died countless years ago?

Zhao Rong suddenly felt a little blocked in his heart, with a feeling of depression that he couldn't let out.

"Hey Zhao Rong, what's wrong with you? Are you in such a low mood?"

The sword spirit withdrew his gaze from his inner lake.

Zhao Rong suddenly raised his head and said, "Gui, let me ask you something."

Gui: "Before asking others, Mr. Zhao, please say 'please'."

Zhao Rong ignored it and said directly: "Do you think the mistress of this obsession is stronger than you before she fell?"

Jianling paused for a moment and said calmly: "Why do you ask this?"

Zhao Rong shook his head, "Answer my question."

Gui Xiang thought about it for a while, then vaguely said: "Absolutely."

"How much is the difference? Who is worse than whom?"

Gui curled his lips and said casually: "About four or six."

Zhao Rong nodded, probably understanding something.

Gui couldn't help but explain: "Six is ​​of course my seat. But, well, those beings born in the vast wilderness in the ancient mythological era are still very powerful, and many of them have gone to the stars... At this point,

It is indeed difficult for future generations to compare with him."

Sword Spirit sighed for no reason, "Order and unity may bring peace and prosperity, but only chaos and strife can give birth to a truly strong man."

Zhao Rong still nodded and did not reply.

The arrogant and face-hungry Sword Spirit said it was 40 or 60, but in fact it was at least 50 or 50.

In addition, it superfluously emphasizes that characters from the ancient mythological era are more powerful than existences of the same level in later generations and peaceful times...

Seeing that Zhao Rong was silent, a certain sword spirit felt inexplicably unhappy and said impatiently: "Hey, why are you asking these questions?"

Zhao Rong glanced at the small bronze cauldron on the table in the pavilion, then turned to look at the huge light golden cauldron above the mountain top not far away.

He asked: "How long have you lived?"

Gui Leng said coldly: "As long as you take care of it, I can always leave later than you anyway."

The sword spirit, the master of the sword, shares weal and woe. It is true that it died a little later than Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong nodded and suddenly said: "Even if you can survive for so long, then... I believe she should still be there, maybe... living in another way of existence, just like your sword spirit state."

So there is always a chance to meet again.

Laihuo???

Gui nodded and said sincerely: "Thank you, I'm not offended."

But Zhao Rong didn't reply.

He was distracted again...

Zhao Rong stood in the pavilion for a long time.

He seemed to have come back to his senses.

Turning his head, he glanced at the environment and layout of the pavilion and kept it in his mind.

He will come back again.

Zhao Rong touched the little red flower in his arms, said something silently in his heart, and turned around to leave.

"Hey, brat!"

A man's voice suddenly came from outside the pavilion behind him.

Zhao Rong looked back.

At the intersection not far away, there was a green man standing with a sword in his arms, looking at him with a smile.

"Well, you stinky boy, let me find you easily! Why is your boy so... in demand?"

Li Bai's tone was both joyful and sad. It took him a long time to organize his words and come up with an adjective of "sought-after".

The man strode into the pavilion and carefully looked up and down at the new Zhao Rong.

Finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Rong thought for a moment, looked at him, and said seriously: "Who are you?"

Li Bai: “…”

He looked at the stunned Zhao Rong, touched his bearded chin, and murmured as he looked at him: "Hey, this kid must have lost his memory, right? Then he owes me one thousand eight hundred and twenty-one dollars."

Spirit stones, and the eighteen pots of Dongcheng Zui Jian Xian’s signature fairy wine…”

Zhao Rong immediately said with a straight face, "Where can this be? Your Excellency must have mistakenly recognized the person. Please take a closer look at this handsome face. If the person you are looking for is as handsome as me, will you still have to pay for drinking?"

Li Bai held his sword in his arms, glanced at him, and pointedly said: "No matter how handsome you become, you are still a brat, right? Once you become handsome, you can cheat, miss, Qian'er still has my uncle's wine, right?"

Zhao Rong blinked.

After some fun, the previous sad mood was relieved a lot

He patted his sleeves and nodded seriously, "Okay, then I'll accept this good man."

With that said, Zhao Rong took out the fine wine from Dali that he had stored in Hanjing from the Xumi things and threw it to the smiling man.

Li Bai was so happy that he patted this brat on the shoulder with his big hand, and said in a funny yet helpless way: "What kind of good guy and bad guy is sweating? Call me uncle!"

The two of them laughed, left the pavilion in tacit agreement, and walked down the mountain.

Li Bai turned to look at him, his smile subdued and said: "Boy Zhao, I know everything. After you teleported Qian'er out, she hurriedly informed the lady and me. Later..."

He briefly explained to Zhao Rong what happened later that he didn't know about.

Speaking of the latter part, the man paused and said seriously: "Uncle Bai, I was careless this time. I shouldn't have relaxed my vigilance and left after the Fengchan ceremony, which gave the thieves an opportunity to take advantage of...

Please apologize sincerely...

"In addition, what happened in the main hall of the imperial mausoleum, together with the young lady and Qian'er, I also heard from Zhu Yourong who witnessed it. Your boy did it..."

He paused and nodded vigorously, "It's very impressive. Not only did he survive a desperate situation, but he also managed to kill him in a thrilling way. Hearing the Fuyao Killing Golden Pill."

On the way down the mountain, Zhao Rong smiled softly and shook his head.

He raised his hand and rubbed his face again.

"Qingjun, and...Mr. Zhu, are they all here..."

He put down his hand and suddenly said: "How did Uncle Bai find the pavilion just now?"
To be continued...