i have a sword fairy

After breaking through the bottleneck of the Fuyao Realm and attracting the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the body, it will no longer be needed.

Therefore, except for those who follow the martial arts path, other monks generally don't pay much attention to it, as long as it is enough.

Zhao Rong is currently using this hard-won innate vitality to sacrifice the Xumi objects in his hands.

After about a stick of incense time.

Zhao Rong felt that the thing in his hand seemed to be making an invisible wave.

"Ding!"

The sound is slight.

He let out a breath and wiped the sweat from his brow.

Immediately, Zhao Rong closed his eyes and probed into it.

Inside is a space ten feet square.

There are not many things, and it can even be said to be empty.

There are only two places where things are stacked

One is in the corner, where there is a pile of medicinal materials packed in brocade boxes.

This Zhao Rong knew that it was Liu Sanbian's medicinal bath herbs prepared for him on weekdays.

The other is the center of the space.

There are two pieces of poetry paper and a package.

Zhao Rong retracted his consciousness and opened his eyes.

The former is the poem containing "Qingshan" that he sent to Liu Sanbian, and the latter should be what he wants to send to the child named "Qingshan".

Zhao Rong collected all the valuables on the table into Xumiwu.

Only a small smoker and a black embroidered bag were left alone.

It was one of Lin Wenruo's farewell gifts, a top-level aid for the Qingxu and Zhenyi stages of ascending to heaven.

Chess Nan Agarwood.

Following his memory, he methodically turned on the stove and ignited the fire.

Soon.

The fragrance of boiling blood wafted through the room.

Zhao Rong practiced with his eyes closed.

……

The next day.

early morning.

Zhao Rong changed into casual clothes and went out, and met Su Xiaoxiao who also pushed the door out.

The two looked at each other.

Zhao Rong was still a little embarrassed when he thought about what happened last night.

"Zhao Rong, good morning."

As usual, Su Xiaoxiao greeted her with a slight smile on her face.

Like nothing.

She glanced at Zhao Rongxing's head, tilted her head, and smiled:

"Well, just right, you are going out, remember to bring me breakfast, the same as yesterday."

After finishing speaking, he turned and went back to the room.

Go back to sleep.

She usually doesn't ask Zhao Rong what he is going to do, or even when to leave, why he continues to stay, these things, she doesn't ask.

Because she knew that Zhao Rong had his arrangements, she just had to listen to him... except for certain times.

on the corridor.

Zhao Rong touched his nose, stood there and thought for a while, then shrugged slightly, went downstairs, and started today's journey.

First, I brought a copy for that slob and went back early.

During the period, when he knocked on the door and asked her to come out to get it by herself, the little girl lazily told him to open the door and go in.

But who is Zhao Rong, he will never fall into a pit twice... unless he can't help it.

He was suddenly alert outside the door.

So, righteously rejected this request that seemed reasonable but might have hidden "murderous intentions", put the breakfast at Su Xiaoxiao's door, and left.

Morning is when everything comes alive, so be careful...

after that.

Zhao Rong wandered casually in Liangjing City in the morning.

Streets and alleys, restaurants and teahouses.

As long as there are many people and noisy places, he will go to see them.

In the next few days, Zhao Rong was like this.

Wandering around the streets of Liangjing during the day, cultivating urgently at night, buying a portion of breakfast on time in the morning and giving it to Immortal Su Hu, but just not going in, leaving it outside the door and leaving...

Day by day, Zhao Rong seems to want to stay in Liangjing

this day.

evening.

Zhao Rong left a busy teahouse.

Following the afterglow, return to the inn.

During the period, I passed by Liangjing North Gate again from a distance.

Although it was getting dark at this time, the shops and hawkers on the street were closing their stalls, but the number of pedestrians on the road increased instead of decreasing, and it became lively.

The gloomy afterglow of the setting sun slanted through the uneven houses and spread fragmentarily on the pedestrians on the street.

Zhao Rong copied his hands and followed the crowd.

a moment.

Looking away somewhere.

there.

A pitch-black figure suspended by a rope swayed slightly in the air.

In the dimness, only the loose hair of the black shadow, and the hanging limbs and head can be seen clearly.

Behind the black shadow is a black city tower and a half-round rose-colored sunset.

"Hey, why aren't you leaving?" Gui asked curiously.

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes, and his eyes stayed on the black shadow.

There was no immediate answer.

It was getting darker, and it was so dim that he couldn't see his expression clearly.

Zhao Rong spoke sincerely:

"The people in Liangjing are simple and honest, and the people are hospitable. Besides, there are some interesting people. It makes me reluctant to leave."

Gui Wenyan paused for a while, and looked outside through his brow chakra.

Sword Spirit thought for a while, and said seriously:

"Aren't you trying to steal someone?"

Chapter 1

"...It's really good, Zhao Rong, what are you going to do next time? Stealing things this time, are you going to steal people next time?"

Gui suddenly remembered this joke from half a month ago.

now.

It turned out to be a prophecy.

"Why does everything become so ugly when it comes out of your mouth?"

Zhao Rong shook his head, "It's changed."

"Aren't you just stealing people?"

Gui chuckled, "Well, dead."

Zhao Rong was speechless and didn't want to pay attention to it.

"Hey, he's dead, even if you steal...take out his body, what's the point?"

I thought about it.

"Could it be that you want to use his physique of a sixth-rank martial artist to practice corpses?"

Hearing this, Zhao Rong slowed down a little.

He was not angry at Gui's speculation, instead he was silent for a while, and said softly:

"Corpse practice... is this common on the mountain?"

"There is a class of monks who specialize in corpse training on the mountain, but there are very few of them. However, some sects of immortals also have corpse training techniques, such as those who are biased towards the magic way, and for example, several main branches of Taoism also have special secret techniques for training corpses... "

Subsequently.

Zhao Rong listened carefully to its so-called common sense on the mountain.

halfway.

It "inadvertently" faintly revealed that it would have no less than twenty extremely high grades, so high that he, a useless son-in-law of the Zhao family, might never use the secret technique of practicing corpses, and he was taken aback. The angry "shock" and deep "regret".

He sighed bitterly, hating himself for being unfulfilling and hopeless, for wasting the scarce resources brought by such a good sword spirit, not only wasting his own life, but also delaying the good time and youth of other sword spirits... …

"How do you feel about this seat, are you trying to blame this seat?"

"No, illusion, you are definitely an illusion, may I ask, isn't what I just said the truth? Which sentence is false?"

Zhao Rong blinked and said solemnly:

"Besides, with your wisdom, can I fool you?"

"Really?"

"real!"

Gui was dubious, but after thinking about it, he felt that what Zhao Rong said was true, and what he just said was very accurate.

How can such a powerful sword spirit be worthy of him, Zhao's son-in-law? It's just that God didn't open his eyes to let it stand on such a reserve sword master...

But for a long time, the unique intuition of yin and yang eccentrics has faintly reminded it that it may be being reversed to yin and yang.

Gui hurriedly changed the subject, and continued talking to Zhao Rong about the practice of corpses.

Soon.

Gui Youyou said:

"So all in all, corpse training is very common on the mountain, especially the corpses of pure warriors. Using ordinary corpse refining methods, you can refine corpse puppets whose physique is only one level lower than before... Well, since you ask this, then It’s just that you didn’t know about the training of corpses before, so...you want to retrieve Liu Sanbian’s corpse and bury him?”

"Heh, Mr. Zhao will not want to avenge him, right?"

Zhao Rong was thoughtful after listening to what Gui said about the training of corpses.

At this time, I saw it asking questions continuously.

He raised his eyes slightly, remained silent for a while, and glanced at the direction of the north gate tower, where it was pitch black.

"Actually, I don't think he deserves to die."