Before Sword Spirit finished speaking, the man disappeared by the lake again.

Entered the lake.

Ten breaths later.

There was lightning again in the calm moon pool.

Lightning intertwined under the water, like a curtain of light.

A man was blasted out of the Moon Lake by thunder, thrown tens of meters high, and fell in a parabola-like free fall. He fell heavily on the grass, and water droplets mixed with electric light shot out in all directions, just like the silver scales of a carp that landed at high altitude.

The 'carp' fell straight on the shore, its body no longer twitching, but a little charred. Fortunately, only some of its perfectly curved muscles were scorched by electricity...

He was motionless.

This time I didn’t have to turn over, I just fell down and looked up at the sky with my hands spread out.

The air next to the moon pool became quiet again.

Returned to silence.

The fallen sword bag that fell to the ground not far away had recovered a lot. At the mouth of the bag, small tentacles formed from gray smoke stretched out. It cautiously came to Zhao Rong and touched the back of his hand worriedly.

But soon, the gray tentacles were put back into the bag, because they found that their master was still alive and received orders from him with a weak breath.

The sword spirit said softly: "The thunder pool contained in this thunder pool becomes more terrifying as you go down. When you reach the bottom of the lake, its power will probably reach the intensity of the thunder that a Golden Core monk can use to overcome the tribulation. If you go further down with your current body, you are just looking for death.

I can’t hold it…”

"Shut up."

He was so weak even after scolding me that he even coughed and took a few breaths.

Gui smiled and wasn't angry either.

I don’t know how long it took for him to come here, but his exhausted body recovered a little. This time he didn’t get up again.

The man stared blankly at the galaxy in a daze.

The mountain breeze comes slowly.

The flowers of Jiutian Hangong swayed and bloomed, spreading their clear brilliance.

His whole body felt cool and numb.

He raised his hand and rubbed his face.

Then,

Suddenly he laughed.

Question: "Gui, am I useless?"

"Uh-huh." Sword Spirit held back his venomous tongue and just hummed.

"I said I wanted to unite my family, but I couldn't even get a piece of the moon. After struggling in Dali for so long and going through all this, it was still in vain. I fell at the last step... Am I very useless?"

"It's not your fault. Even if you are in the Golden Core Realm, this Lei Chi will be difficult to deal with. You are in the late Fuyao Realm, and you are already beyond your capabilities... Zhao Rong, let's take a long-term view. We have survived for such a long time, and we can't do it."

It’s only an hour and a half away.” Sword Spirit advised.

It felt that it had to be fair at this time.

"No, just answer my question, am I useless?"

Gui thought about it and took a shot: "Well, this is what you asked me to say..."

Zhao Rong nodded.

"Isn't this nonsense? You must be useless." It complained immediately and rolled its eyes.

Zhao Rong was quiet for a while.

Then,

Suddenly he laughed louder.

It was not the frustrated silence or angry reply that Sword Spirit had expected.

He was wading in the grass, looking at the bright moon above his head that he couldn't grasp, just like the "moon in the water", and laughed loudly.

On the empty mountain top where the evening wind howls.

"What are you laughing at?" Gui Qi asked.

"Laughing at myself."

"Actually, you don't have to blame yourself so much, what if..." It thought for a while, curled its lips, but still comforted: "What if Zhao Lingfei actually doesn't want this bright moon."

"Well, all this is actually because you think she likes it. You think she will like it. But, well, I think that depending on her temperament, she might be happier to see you back than to see Li Ji Jianwan.

How much? As for Su Xiaoxiao, who you want to change to come in, maybe she is not in a hurry? She has been waiting for so long. What this stupid fox demon cares about may only be your intention to act hard. Wait for her earlier and later.

It shouldn’t matter...you are a chauvinist, and you still care about saving face."

"Go back." Zhao Rong suddenly shouted.

"What's wrong? Are you dissatisfied and want to argue again?"

"No, you're right." He tilted his head with a smile.

At this time, he was lying on his back on the ground, tilting his head and staring at the two Nine-Day Han Palace Flowers very close to his head.

I was stunned when I heard the words.

A certain guy who was stubborn and refused to be taught actually relented.

What a strange thing.

Zhao Rong looked carefully at the two Nine Heavenly Han Palace flowers in front of him for a long time, and thought they were very beautiful swaying in the evening breeze. They were really beautiful.

"Gui, that's why...I'm laughing, laughing at myself." He nodded and smiled.

Sword Spirit was speechless for a while, then blinked, held back his laughter and looked away, "Well, it's good that you know."

This time it didn't take the opportunity to laugh at him after he admitted it.

Zhao Rong's eyes did not move at this time, as if he had discovered something very beautiful in his field of vision.

He stared intently at the two swaying Nine-Day Winter Palace Flowers on the side of his head.

His head was just below the two flowers at the moment, and the angle of view when he was lying on his back was from the bottom up.

Then a scene like this appeared in his eyes: the petals of two Nine Heavenly Cold Palace Flowers were scattered in all directions, with the night sky as the curtain. They were embedded in the night sky above his head, like two bright moons hanging high, occupying all the field of vision in front of him.

It even covers the real bright moon in the night sky.

The two 'moons' compete for glory together.

It’s just like the vision of ‘two bright moons’ in the Fengchan Hall yesterday.

However there is a difference.

Because...the two 'bright moons' are very close at this time.

He can pick it.

At your fingertips... within reach.

At this time.

"So, what are you going to do now? Lie here? Or will you camp and rest?" Sword Spirit asked.

"Return."

"Huh?" it asked curiously.

"Are you hungry?" he asked suddenly.

Return: "…………"

It felt that someone was entertaining it, and when it was about to get angry and go back, he spoke again.

"I'm hungry."

Zhao Rong smiled and said, "I'm starving to death."

As he spoke, he covered his stomach with both hands.

Gui was stunned and asked: "Um, so what?"

"So, go home and eat when you are hungry! Besides... who said I didn't pick the moon? Two rounds."

The tone is proud.

On the top of the Moon Festival Mountain, a man was lying on the grass with his head turned sideways. He suddenly stretched out his hand, plucked the two 'Moon Flowers' in front of him with a smile, and stood up.

Shirtless, he picked up the gray pipe, grabbed his robe, and ran down the mountain in large strides.

On the mountain road, someone was running and jumping, while getting dressed and tying his sweetheart's jade plaque and sachet, he ran towards home without looking back.

Holding two rounds of 'moons' in his hands.

Just like...a naughty boy who happily ran back to eat when he got hungry after playing outside.
Chapter completed!