i have a sword fairy

Lin Wenruo glanced sideways at her friend and explained slowly:

"That old ancestor is my great-grandfather, who is the founder of Yulinwei as I told you before, who has been cultivating in the deep mountains for all these years and is a bottleneck monk in the Golden Core Realm."

He didn't have many taboos in front of his friends, and about family secrets, he directly came out of the tray.

"Eunuch Chen is the enshrined of the royal family, and he is also a Jindan cultivator. In addition, Layman Liuyi was invited by the royal family to help. The monarch seems to have given him an offer that he cannot refuse. It seems to be about his homeland."

"Are you sure?" Zhao Rong said softly.

"If you can't escape, all the back roads are blocked. Even if you are lucky enough to escape Taibai Mountain tonight, you can't do without Zhongnan Mountain."

Lin Wenruo paused, turned his head and continued: "A half-step Nascent Soul cultivator, plus a Jindan cultivator, he is in the middle stage of Jindan realm..."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, "It's useless, he can't fly with his wings attached, Tzuyu, you have a lot of credit for taking off his Tianxian Dongyi, and severing the last link between him and that huge force... Today's third life-and-death talk."

Lin Wenruo sighed, "Ziyu, Tzuyu, how should I, Lanxi Lin, thank you?"

Zhao Rong was silent for a while, then changed the subject, and suddenly said: "If the king's arrangement is reversed today, will he use it against you?"

If this is the case, then tonight is estimated to be another scene, that is, Chong Xuguan and the royal family jointly hunt down and kill the Lanxi Lin clan.

Lin Wenruo pursed her lips and nodded, "Don't worry, I will be vigilant against them."

Suddenly, out of phase prominence.

There was only a little noise in the previous second, but the Taibai Mountain was generally calm.

At this moment, it suddenly became bright as day.

It is like a great sun rising behind Taibai Mountain, shining brightly.

Plants, flowers and stones, pavilions and palaces.

Flawless.

"It's the strange stone on the Taoist Temple on the top of the mountain."

Lin Wenruo snorted softly, "I already guessed that the stone is the eye of the mountain protection formation. Do you really think that this can save you?"

Sure enough, within ten breaths, day and night were reversed again, and everything in Taibai Mountain was pulled up to the iron curtain by a giant hand and drowned in layers of black shadows.

And the star on the top of Taibai Mountain, which had been blooming for many years, died.

At the same time, a heart-piercing scream came from the top of the mountain.

Wearing gold and cracking stones, it is deafening.

"Lin Wenruo! Zhu Houcong! I won't let you go if I'm a ghost!"

But the next moment, the sound was suddenly extinguished, like a duck in the pot with its throat strangled, and there was no sound again.

The Taibai Mountain was completely silent again, as if the day just now had never happened.

Only the eardrum trembled slightly, reminding the existence of the scream just now.

Chapter 83 Taibai Mountain Event

Not long after, the two old men walked down the mountain slowly.

One Zhao Rong was familiar with, a Liuyi layman he had seen in the daytime, sniffing the mouth of the gourd and greedy for drinking and drinking.

There was another Zhao Rong who was completely unfamiliar. The old man was dressed in a simple Confucian shirt. Although his face was old, he was full of black hair. He was energetic and had bright eyes.

It must be the ancestor of the Lin family, Lin Wenruo's great-grandfather.

Zhao Rong went forward with Lin Wenruo to welcome him.

Lin's ancestor glanced at Lin Wenruo, and threw something in his hand at will. Immediately, his eyes immediately turned to the young scholar, and said with a smile:

"You are Zhao Ziyu, I don't know how many times the dog has talked about you in front of me, and I can hear the cocoon in my ears. The dog said that you are as bright as a jade tree, and you are very beautiful. The old man didn't believe it before, but now I see this great-grandson. , I didn't lie to the old man!"

Zhao Rong's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered a new continent, and squinted at Lin Wenruo, who was rarely embarrassed.

dog?This nickname is good enough!

Folk customs in various places are more consistent in the matter of taking nicknames, that is, the more ugly and vulgar the nickname is, the more children can grow up and not die.

Zhao Rong nodded immediately and said in a serious tone, "You don't have to be polite, old gentleman, just call me Ziyu. I said that Lin Wenruo had some kind of shit luck, and he actually has a look that is a little more handsome than the boy. Now I know it. , it turned out to be the blessing of the old gentleman and inherited one-tenth of your heroic appearance."

Lin's ancestor laughed when he heard the words, but felt that the boy in front of him became more and more pleasing to the eye.

Lin Wenruo's mouth twitched.

You tout each other, don't get on with me, where did I say these words...

Lin Wenruo watched helplessly as his great-grandfather and his friends chatted more and more, especially when his grandfather hugged him when he was three years old, the whole thing about urinating all over his body was shaken out.

And Zhao Rong glanced at him with a smile from time to time, which made him feel a little ashamed.

This is some wonderful old ancestor on the stall, and so is Tzuyu, alas, making friends carelessly.

Lin Wenruo shook his head and looked down at the golden elixir that his ancestor threw to him in his hand. There was still warm blood on it. He took out a silk handkerchief and wiped the golden elixir with a chuckle. The conversation between the two around him.

"Tzuyu, what's your age?"

Zhao Rong's heart was not good, but he answered truthfully, "Eighteen years old."

"This is not too small, is there a marriage?"

Just as Zhao Rong was about to speak, he was interrupted.

The black-haired old man said to himself: "Well, it doesn't matter if you have it, that, dog, dog, don't wipe it, do you still have a cousin? The old man remembers that I heard you say it when I left the customs last time."

The Confucian scholar Qi Chang, who was busy with his work, looked down and said helplessly, "Grandpa, when you left the country eight years ago, your cousin Xin'er was just born... There are really no women of the right age in the direct line, and the next line is afraid of being wronged. Tzuyu, or I would have matched it long ago."

The ancestor of the Lin family said solemnly: "Oh, is that right? Marriage is a major event in life. It doesn't matter if you are earlier, you will be eight when you are eight..."

"Cough cough cough cough." Zhao Rong coughed wildly beside him.

Just as Zhao Rong was about to speak, someone already spoke for him.

Layman Liuyi put down the wine gourd, smashed his mouth, and then sneered, "Heh, second Lin, don't make a fool of yourself, Zhao Gongzi can argue and win a gentleman at a young age, and his future is incalculable. , where did you Lin family girls climb high, don't delay Zhao Gongzi's future."

The ancestor of the Lin family was not happy when he heard it, "Okay, you old drunk..."

The two old men seemed to have a very good relationship, and they had no taboos in their words and deeds in private, and the Liuyi layman was not as serious as in the daytime. Zhao Rong smiled and watched them quarrel, feeling a little childish.

But at this moment, a blue-clothed Taoist priest suddenly descended from the mountain.

Stopped not far from the four, standing in the shadows, waiting with hands down.

Lin Wenruo, who was wiping the golden pill in his hand with a chuckle, slowly lowered the corners of his raised mouth and laid it flat.

He blinked and wiped the golden core more carefully. He stared at the large number of sky marks on the golden core, as if he wanted to see what was inside.

Zhao Rong turned his head and glanced at the standing Taoist priest, a little curious.

At the same time, the ancestor of the Lin clan suddenly stopped talking, turned his head and apologized to Zhao Rong: "Ziyu, the old man is leaving first, if the dog has something that is not well received, you come to me, and I will take care of you. beat him."

After he finished speaking, he instructed Lin Wenruo a few more words, and went down the mountain with Layman Liuyi.

The overall situation has been set, and they no longer need to take action here, just leave it to the younger generation.

After the two old men left, the waiting shadow not far above walked quickly to Lin Wenruo, bowed and clasped his fists, "Master, she is in the Osmanthus Flower Forest."

"It's hard for you, go down." The man who lowered his head to wipe said softly.

Zhao Rong fixed his eyes and raised his brows. This blue-clothed Taoist priest was the fat Taoist Chen Hongyuan that he and Lin Wenruo had met when they first met the Drunkard Pavilion.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips. He knew some of these things. At the dinner party that day, Lin Wenruo told him roughly how to "directly tell" Chong Xuguan that he was a first-class horse...

Chen Hongyuan responded with a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, then turned his head and smiled at Zhao Rong before turning to go down the mountain.

Just before leaving, the fat Taoist stopped and looked back at the Chongxuguan, which had already lit up with fire and smoke, and turned his head shortly after, and strode away.

Lin Wenruo's shoulders slumped slightly, and he finally finished the work in his hand, or in other words, all the work tonight, and he could finally do his own thing.

The Confucian scholar Qi Chang threw the golden pill in his hand to his friend, and the latter took the warm golden pill that was cut out not long ago, without looking at it much, and took it into his arms.

Zhao Rong glanced at the thousand-year-old Taoist temple that was on fire on the mountain. The beating flame was like an orange giant walking in its palace, reflecting its light on the black screen, and every pair of eyes were addicted to it.

Lin Wenruo moved.

Turned around and walked to a forest somewhere on the side.

Zhao Rong paused for a while and followed slowly.

Zhao Rong followed him to turn left and right. In some places where Zhao Rong thought there would be no way at first, he could always find the most ingenious shortcut.

He seemed to be familiar with this enemy's territory, as if he had been there a thousand times before.

Zhao Rong followed him on the rocks across the stream, jumped over the trees, and groped for the depths of the remote back mountain.

At a certain moment, Zhao Rong even felt that the two of them were like two naughty children, because he felt that there were some imaginative paths that only urchins full of curiosity and creativity could think of.

As an adult, I have become accustomed to following the rules and driving on the right road like a carriage.

Finally, the two crossed the last mountain spring and stepped on the bluestone slab.

A squeak sounded.

This is a mountain road that Zhao Rong is familiar with. It twists and turns from the foot of the mountain to the red lacquer gate on the mountain that once stopped Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong followed in his footsteps and stepped up the mountain.

The mountain road at night is deeper and deeper, and the firelight on the top of the mountain in the distance seems to have not visited this quiet area at all. Here and the front mountain are like two worlds, and all the stories that happen on the other side of Taibai Mountain seem to have nothing to do with it.

But it also has its own story going on. For example, the two children in a certain story, a boy and a girl, both came back here tonight.

A faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus wafted through the nostrils.

Zhao Rong stopped in front of the sweet-scented osmanthus forest that he had seen once, and watched the tall Confucian scholar's back gradually disappear.

Since then, Guilin has remained silent, and not a single sound has come out.

This deep mountain forest seems to want to hide all the stories quietly.

Finally, after a long time, he came out.

He was still alone, just carrying a pot of sweet-scented osmanthus.

Hands covered with moist soil.

The night hides its color.

Chapter 84 I have another friend

The next day.

The sky is clear, the wind is gentle.

Lanxi, among the green mountains, hides a lake with green water, and the water reflects the mountains and forests.

A flat boat, aimlessly, swimming on the water.

On the bow of the boat, a petite figure squatted beside a fixed fishing rod, stretched out a small light-white hand, and carefully used two fingers to gently press the supported bamboo and wooden fishing rod.

one more time.

The fishing rod that was waiting for the destined fish, curved like a green willow by the lake, was shaking up and down at this time, the silk fishing line was beating non-stop, and the silver mirror water surface was rippling, it was really beautiful.

"Su Xiaoxiao!"

The little fox demon who was making trouble shrank his hands, took it into his arms, and looked up at the sky.

"If you make trouble again, we won't have any fish to eat at noon, so we'll stew you."

The voice inside the boat came again.

"Well."

A curious little head tapped three times, and the high-tied ponytail jumped.

In the cabin, Zhao Rong reluctantly retracted his gaze and glanced at Lin Wenruo and Liu Sanbian in front of him.

One was smiling, the other was dull.

We were leaving tomorrow, and the weather was rarely sunny today, so Lin Wenruo proposed to go out for a boating outing.

The three continued to drink sake.

Zhao Rong raised the white porcelain wine glass and took a sip, fragrant and refreshing.

It's just that his eyes unconsciously glanced at Lin Wenruo's hand.