Chapter 21021 I’m afraid he will become more arrogant because of his favor
"You want to use a knife?"
Zhuang Rong'er frowned slightly and looked at the Hidden Moon Piercing Cloud Sword.
Judging from its origin and material alone, this knife is indeed comparable to the Demon-Breaking and Iron-Slashing Sword.
But Jing Huai has always used a sword.
His swordsmanship was world-famous, and no one who had seen Jing Huai wield a sword could help but bow in admiration.
Besides, Ah Huai had been practicing sword moves for some time, and his postures had become very skillful. Even if she didn't understand, she could tell that he had the demeanor of a master.
She doesn't understand.
"Why?"
Ah Huai's face looked even softer and more handsome under the candlelight. He turned his head slightly and looked at her. It was clearly the same face as Jing Huai's, but he replied, "I want to learn swordsmanship."
Zhuang Rong'er let go of his hand.
"No, you should use a sword," she said.
Ah Huai was silent.
It seemed that there was still Zhuang Ronger's body temperature in the palm of his hand.
I clearly didn't hold it tightly before, so why do I still feel so empty after letting go?
"...Why?" This time he was the one asking the reason.
But Zhuang Rong'er couldn't answer.
She just knew it wouldn't work.
Jinghuai is not like that.
"If you don't like that sword, just take it with you. I will find a better sword for you in the future." She picked up the Demon-Breaking and Iron-Slashing Sword and handed it to Ah Huai.
He was silent for two seconds, then took it obediently.
Zhuang Rong'er didn't know why her careful selection of weapons had caused the atmosphere to become somewhat awkward, and she felt heavy in her heart.
The stone statue of Jing Huai in the ancient battlefield of Hunxu flashed through her mind, and her gaze returned to Ah Huai, who was silently lowering his eyes.
The person in her memory and the person in front of her overlapped in the blink of an eye. She was in a trance again, took half a step forward, raised her arm, and gently touched Ah Huai's eyes with her fingers.
Ah Huai felt more or less nervous because of her approach.
His lips pursed slightly, and his hand clasped the hilt of the sword exerted a little force.
Before the cold fingers touched his face, Ah Huai closed his eyes.
He could feel Zhuang Rong'er's fingers tracing the outline of his eyebrows and eyes, and then he heard her say, "I want to blindfold you."
Ah Huai had never felt such a strong rejection before.
He was too sensitive to everything, so he could now clearly know that Jing Huai was a blindfolded swordsman.
At this moment, the white clothes on his body, the sword in his hand, and even the nickname-like name he had already accepted, all became ridiculous.
"...Can I refuse?" He didn't know how he could say this.
His voice was a little hoarse, which probably didn't sound like "him", because Zhuang Rong'er reached out and touched his Adam's apple, which rolled when he spoke.
"no."
She brooked no argument.
The next second, there was a sound of cloth being torn, and a piece of soft, cool and smooth clothing covered his eyes.
This is Zhuang Rong'er's clothes, and it is full of her scent.
It was not tied tightly, and he was able to open his eyes again under the cloth, and saw a vague human figure in front of him.
The light and shadow pounced towards him and the whole person fell into his arms.
Ah Huai took half a step back.
His arms were suddenly filled with another being, tightly wrapped by her breath, and he felt like a wild beast trapped in a cage.
Before being sent to Changbao Pavilion, he was tortured to exhaustion, locked in a golden cage, and had heavy shackles on his hands and feet.
Even earlier, he was even dragged with a chain around his neck and was forced to drink cartilage powder to be placed under house arrest.
He had been trapped.
But he clearly felt that at this moment, he was the one who was broken and imprisoned, suffering and unable to escape.
——He wanted to leave.
The feeling of being someone's substitute seemed... bitter beyond his tolerance.
…
Zhuang Rong'er could feel the stiffness of the body of the person she was holding.
She just pressed her face against his chest domineeringly, and grabbed his arm with her backhand. She snatched the sword and threw it to the ground, wanting him to have both hands free so that he could hug her tightly.
She didn't know what Ah Huai was thinking.
When she brought his arms up, they fell back down, refusing to caress her back.
She only tried it once and then gave up.
His head was resting on Ah Huai, but his gaze was directed towards the highest point of the pavilion.
There was a vermilion wooden box there.
Imprisoned inside is the only remaining soul of Jing Huai.
She stared until her eyes felt sore, then she turned her head and hugged Ah Huai's waist tightly.
It was a long time before she let go, and by then it seemed to be completely dark.
…
The sound of rain continued from day to night.
When Ah Huai left, he forgot to take the Demon-Breaking and Iron-Slashing Sword with him.
Zhuang Rong'er relied on hugging to get through that period of confusion and loss. Looking back now, she vaguely felt that something was wrong with Ah Huai's mood.
He was so depressed that even someone as self-centered as her could notice something was wrong when she thought about it later.
Why is he unhappy?
Does he really want to learn swordsmanship?
But no matter what, he shouldn't be so rude to her.
Did he really think that she could pamper him unconditionally and do everything according to his wishes?
Zhuang Rong'er stared at the candlelight for a moment, then slowly formed a hand seal with her fingers. She closed her eyes and used the insect-controlling technique.
The windows in the dark room were wide open, and raindrops were blown into the room by the wind. A gray little spider hung down from the spider web in the corner of the wall and found that the curtains in front of the bed had not fallen and there was no one on the bed.
It has been more than half an hour since Ah Huai left her pavilion. If he didn't return to his room, where else could he have gone?
Could it be that he was really in a bad mood and wanted her to go find him and comfort him?
Zhuang Rong'er had seen some Taoist couples getting along with each other before.
Those people call their unstable emotions towards each other love.
As a result, you advance and I retreat, you escape and I chase, pulling and tugging, and getting sticky.
If she really took Ah Huai's mood seriously and showed up to coax him, she was afraid that he would become even more arrogant.
She...she couldn't possibly control him.
If you are emotionally unstable, just digest it yourself.
He is not Jing Huai after all.
Zhuang Rong'er's consciousness returned to her body and she blinked unnaturally.
She continued to stare at the candle flame, and after a while she suddenly raised her hand and extinguished it.
Suddenly, there was no light in the room. No one could see that the woman sitting at the table had assumed the insect-controlling posture again and closed her eyes silently.
——She was just afraid that Ah Huai would walk to the outskirts of Cuihuan Valley alone.
Yes, that's right... At least find him and confirm where he is, so he won't be in any danger.
She was not trying to show her goodwill to him, nor would she allow him to use a knife.
Anyway, Ah Huai had no idea that the spiders in his room that often died suddenly and reappeared mysteriously and that he could never get rid of were actually her.
Except for the first day when she showed up right under his nose and caused trouble because Ah Huai wrote on the dust, he seemed to have never noticed her existence since then.
This is probably the case for mortals without spiritual powers. They will not have any additional perception of the gaze hidden in the dark.
Therefore, he would not think that her consciousness was supported by a butterfly flapping its wings in search of him on a rainy night.
Zhuang Rong'er thought so.
…
The water from the Milky Way pours down, falls to the earth, and turns into endless rain.
In the dark sky, a bright flash of lightning would occasionally flash across, but no thunder could be heard for a long time, as if God was also suppressing something.
The isolated man in the peach forest had his robe soaked by the rain, clinging tightly to his body.
This should have been a somewhat embarrassing scene, but because of his outstanding figure and appearance, it added a lot of melancholy and quiet beauty.
Ah Huai felt something boiling in his chest, and there was no way out. He could only pick up branches, as if fighting against some invisible things, to barely control the overflowing thoughts.
Just looking at the smooth and flowing sword moves, there is still a sense of indifferent elegance, as if the person dancing with the sword cannot feel the depression of the person himself.
But something was clearly different. The branch was swung out again like a stream of light, the sword energy was long, and a gust of wind seemed to blow from his fingertips, causing the peach blossoms around to flutter and the rain to roll with them.
The branch seemed unable to withstand the swift movement of the sword and cracked in the middle, but did not break in half, and the tip still pointed in the direction of the peach wood.
——His sword moves were much more fierce and dangerous than during the day.
That's strange.
A butterfly is perched where the "tip of the sword" is touching.
It was just a most common meadow white butterfly, with pure white wings and black spots on the edges.
Butterfly wings are quite fragile and can hardly support them to continue flying after being wetted by rain.
Moreover, the temperature on rainy nights is too low for them, and it is definitely not a suitable time for activities.
But this meadow white butterfly was just foolishly exposed to the rain, and its habitat could not even provide shade from the tree canopy.
Ah Huai maintained the posture of drawing his sword without moving, his eyes just flashed slightly as he stared at the butterfly.
Then he saw the butterfly fluttering its wings slowly and flying towards him unsteadily.
It rested on the branch he held.
…
Continue forward and gently land on the back of his hand.
…
It moved in fits and starts, coming to rest on his chest.
The butterfly took half a minute to walk this short distance hesitantly.
But after it officially fell, it seemed unwilling to move anymore.
“…”
This is truly a unique butterfly.
Ah Huai believed that it seemed to have some magical power.
The invisible object blocking his chest seemed to have been opened up by its landing, and it quickly loosened up and was dissolved by the raindrops.
The place where they were originally piled up was stretched open and filled with another kind of soft movement.
The corners of his lips curled up slightly, but then returned to normal in a millisecond.
He simply loosened the branch in his hand, moved it to his chest, and placed his palm over the butterfly to shield it from the heavy rain.
He thought.
He can use a sword.
There's nothing wrong with using a sword...
He'll do it better than anyone else.
…
The rain stopped in the second half of the night.
The next day, when I opened the door, I could still see the wet ground in the yard, with traces of rain still not drying up.
The air was filled with the fresh smell of earth. The sky and the earth had been refreshed after a long wash of water, and the plants in the yard seemed to be more vibrant.
“…”
Ah Huai paused slightly as he pushed the door open.
At the door, at his feet, there were some extra things, more than one thing.
There was a shriveled Qiankun bag, a folded note, a silver sword... and a long knife emitting a light green glow.
The sword and the long knife were exactly the two that I saw in the pavilion yesterday.
Zhuang Rong'er quietly sent them to his door.
Ah Huai stared at the long sword in a trance for several seconds, his long eyelashes trembling slightly. After a while, he slowly picked up the letter paper on the Qiankun bag and opened it.
The handwriting was unexpectedly beautiful, and the tone was as decisive as expected. Even without a signature, one could tell who wrote it.
"Tomorrow at noon, follow me to the Xingluo Sea."
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