Concubine Zhao Ling smiled like a flower.

Looking south.

It seems as if the mountains and seas are only within a glance.

The beloved is right before your eyes.

Almost everyone around who was watching her like this had no doubt about who was in Zhao Lingfei's eyes and in her heart at this moment.

only.

In a lotus pond in the heart that is unknown to everyone.

A beautiful green lotus that was originally swaying slowly was swinging more and more vigorously.

Inside the lotus pond.

It was as if a silent storm was raging in all directions.

A green lotus, a pool of mud, and two flying swords.

All were affected by the storm, no one was spared.

The dark black mud, like fine sand, accumulated deeper and deeper, submerging the lotus roots.

The flying sword was originally half-stuck in the mud, but as the mud accumulated, less and less of the sword body was exposed outside.

Concubine Zhao Ling gazed at the distant mountains with an unchanged smile.

Jiang Chebai's face was stiff, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared straight at the woman who had never had eyes for him from beginning to end.

Sudden.

Jiang Chebai took a sudden step forward, gritted his teeth, his smile trembling, and forced out a sentence.

"I don't believe it! Where is that man?"

Concubine Zhao Ling ignored him.

Jiang Chebai's pale face twisted in an instant.

He suddenly yelled: "Where is he?"

The roar was heard throughout the venue.

Concubine Zhao Ling's delicate body suddenly tensed up.

Although it was only fleeting, he soon returned to his previous happy state.

but.

Jiang Chebai was still able to keenly catch the flaw that was revealed at that moment.

He laughed heartily: "Fake! It's all fake! He's not by your side, he doesn't exist! Or he doesn't love you at all!"

Hearing this.

Concubine Zhao Ling's breath choked, her pretty face turned pale, and her delicate body trembled uncontrollably with fear.

The pain that she had tried so hard to suppress in her heart day and night for the past six months was like wine overflowing from a glass that could not contain it.

Concubine Zhao Ling still couldn't help it.

He is her nightmare, her lifelong enemy, and the scar on her heart that may never heal...

Zhao Lingfei's eyelashes trembled. "No, no, he just has something to do and is not with me. He has always been here..."

Yes, he has always been in her heart.

The Zhao Rong who bullied her should be in his hometown of Nanxiaoyaozhou now.

But.

Another naughty and childish brother, Rong'er, who sometimes annoyed her but still smiled at her and held her hand, still remained in her heart.

She has a small heart.

Very small.

There is room for only one person.

And that person kept occupying the seat and didn't want to leave.

She hated him so much.

Concubine Zhao Ling's breasts rose and fell violently. She tried to calmly say, "My husband will come to find me soon. He is on the way. Get out of here!"

But although Concubine Zhao Ling tried her best to endure it, her voice still had a trembling ending, and her tense body trembled from time to time.

Seeing her like this, Jiang Chebai became more certain of his judgment. He smiled again and said in a "guiding" tone:

"Ling Fei, don't lie to yourself. He doesn't care about you at all. You just got married and separated this year. How could he have the slightest idea of ​​you in his heart?"

Zhao Lingfei turned her head suddenly, opened her eyes and shouted angrily: "Shut up! Shut up! If he's not here, don't ever think of coming in!"

She covered her heart tightly, as if she wanted to block it forever and imprison the person she hated so much inside forever.

Jiang Chebai laughed heartily, his voice loud and piercing.

And at this moment.

In the lotus pond between Zhao Lingfei’s eyebrows.

A sudden storm is growing stronger.

This lotus pond in her heart is the blessing she obtained when she entered the Haoran realm.

It is the first-class heart lake vision in the world.

Two natal flying swords were born from it.

All are Grade A.

One sword, named Zhuma.

One sword, named Qingmei.

Each of them has unique magical powers, but the most mysterious thing is that the magical powers of this pair of childhood sweethearts complement each other, just like fish in water.

This is the reason why her talent in swordsmanship is unmatched in Taiqing Mansion, and why she is called the first-class sword immortal embryo.

But this is the perfect and flawless foundation of the Great Dao.

It seems to be particularly hated by heaven and earth.

Since the sword heart collapsed at the beginning of the year, Zhuma's flying sword fell from a first-class to an ordinary one, and most of his sword immortal embryo was destroyed.

Until now, it had finally been repaired a little, but this time, my mind was shocked again, and my heart was ravaged by the storm.

For a sword cultivator, it was simply a horrible sight.

The dull bamboo sword was inserted diagonally into the mud of the lotus pond, and the sword body was about to be completely buried in the mud.

The first-class spiritual flying sword that was once qualified to be archived in the Sanchi Tower of Tai'a Sword Pavilion has now been downgraded, but it still has some spirituality.

The childhood sweetheart suddenly trembled slightly, as if making its last struggle, or perhaps calling for help from its childhood sweetheart, or saying goodbye?

However, the childhood sweetheart is like a person half-stuck in a swamp; the more he struggles, the faster he sinks.

And that gorgeous green lotus that is overflowing with brilliance.

At this moment, it is like a candle in the wind, swaying.

But take a closer look.

Then he discovered that it was the green plum inside the lotus that was struggling frantically.

The lotus body swayed violently.

It seemed that the Qinglian would be broken in the next moment, and Qingmei would be able to escape and save the childhood sweetheart who was born on the same day as it, and with whom it was closely connected and depended on for a long time.

If the childhood sweetheart is gone, is the childhood sweetheart still a childhood sweetheart?

But.

Qingmei still couldn't break free.

because.

This lotus pond is a prison made up of lines drawn on the ground for the owner of the lake of heart.

Jiang Chebai bent down, smiled, and gradually stopped.

He wiped his face, looked up at Zhao Lingfei whose eyes were gradually becoming dull, laughed miserably, and said softly:

"Ling Fei, tell me who that man is. I will go find him and satisfy him with whatever he wants, as long as he can leave you completely."

Zhao Lingfei's pupils suddenly shrank.

She still covered her heart, but her slender and tall body was shaky.

Concubine Zhao Ling lowered her eyelids, her eyes were dull, and she muttered to herself:

"You, you can insult Ling Fei, but you can't insult him... You can't... Hehe, but he doesn't want me anymore, he should be happy to give me to someone else, right? But I won't, I won't..."

A drop of bright red "cinnabar mole" suddenly appeared between her white eyebrows.

It's like being dotted by an eyebrow pencil.

But.

Next second.

The "Cinnabar Mole" fell between the eyebrows, leaving a bright red mark.

It's like a beautiful woman drawing her eyebrows with a pen and accidentally drawing them.

The red trail is winding and the path is tortuous.

Through the corners of the mouth.

Painted her lips.

Then pause slightly at the pointed chin.

Tick!

Dyed her white dress red.

"not good."

Ning Ying suddenly exclaimed, his face becoming serious.

"Junior Sister Ling Fei's sword heart is unstable. There is a danger that her heart lake will collapse and her flying sword will fall!"

When sword practitioners practice sword skills, they emphasize purity of thoughts and have no other thoughts. In a sense, their minds are pure because they have to focus on the sword.

However, this also resulted in the common paranoid character of sword cultivators. They were obsessed with one idea and easily got stuck in a dead end, which endangered their swordsmanship.

The two people on the field now are so paranoid.

The sword heart is mysterious and profound. It is something similar to the mind. The most direct things it affects are the natal flying sword and the heart lake. This is also the foundation of the swordsmanship of swordsmen and is extremely important.

Everyone in Taiqing Mansion was shocked and rushed towards Concubine Zhao Lingfei.

Jiang Chebai, who was staring at Zhao Lingfei with a sad smile, was slightly stunned when he saw the bloodstain. Then his eyes widened and he said in horror: "Lingfei, no!"

The students of Taiqing Mansion: "Junior Sister Lingfei, keep your swordsmanship steady and don't do anything stupid!"

The monks watching were even more shocked.

"Stop her quickly, knock her out, don't let her have these thoughts again!"

“Go quickly…”

A crowd of people rushed towards Concubine Zhao Lingfei.

Those with good cultivation, such as Jiang Chebai and Ning Ying, have already arrived in front of Concubine Zhao Lingfei.

But.

In an instant.

All those who approached were sent flying backwards.

It turned out that a silver-white sword energy burst out from Zhao Lingfei's body.

It's like a big moon spreading silver light.

It was suddenly difficult for everyone to get within ten feet of her!

Every pair of eyes was filled with horror.

But before they could think more.

"Get out, all of you, get out, don't come over here, it's ok for him to bully me, but you guys are bullying me too?!"

Concubine Zhao Ling's voice was cold.

now.

Her heart is like a lotus pond.

The terrible storm has reached its peak.

The bamboo horse had stopped trembling, and only the last ray of light on the sword remained.

However, Qingmei, who was risking her life recklessly, continued to crash into Qinglian.

However, Qingmei's glittering sword gradually became covered with dim spots of light, and its movements became increasingly sluggish.

Childhood sweethearts depend on each other.

If the childhood sweetheart is ruined, the childhood sweetheart is no longer a childhood sweetheart.

Concubine Zhao Ling was infatuatedly admiring the tragic scene in the lotus pond in her heart.

I think it’s beautiful.

The words and actions of the people around me who couldn't get close to me gradually faded away.

She smiled faintly.

My vision started to become blurry.

Suddenly I feel...very tired, I want to fall into an unknown dream and have a good rest...

At some point.

Among the crowd behind her, there was another man who recklessly followed the crowd and rushed towards the silver-white sword energy barrier.

He also flew backwards with his whole body twitching.

Concubine Zhao Ling ignored him.

But.

When the man stood up again and staggered forward.

"Qing Jun."

He said.

Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly trembled all over and did not look back.

Zhao Rong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

With unwavering steps, he once again collided with the silver-white sword energy.

This time.

But there was not the slightest hindrance.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips.

Move forward.

He directly took her left hand.

Concubine Zhao Ling lowered her head and stared blankly at the big hand that completely wrapped her bare hand.

"Qingjun, let's go."

Zhao Rong didn't look back at her. He looked straight ahead and held her cold, trembling, delicate hand.

Take big steps forward.