When the first word "Qingjun" sounded.
No one knew who this young scholar, who had just rushed over a few breaths ago, was calling.
But when he approached eagerly, he was bounced away by the silver-white sword energy and let out an inexplicable cry.
A miracle happened.
When the young scholar rushed forward again.
The silver-white sword energy that even a Jindan sword cultivator could not penetrate inch by inch trembled along with its master.
Backed off.
I dare not touch him again.
Just like a young deer encountering a tiger coming down the mountain, or an antelope seeing a hungry wolf circling slowly.
But the crowd didn't wait long to be surprised.
The next moment.
The young Confucian scholar had already stepped forward and held Concubine Zhao Lingfei's left hand.
Yes.
You read that right.
The person he held hands with was... Concubine Zhao Lingfei!
He...what did he do?
Jiang Chebai's chest, which had been rising and falling, suddenly shrank, and a "huh...huh...huh" inhalation sound came out of his mouth, and his bulging eyeballs were filled with bloodshot.
Ning Ying opened her pretty eyes wide and opened her mouth slightly.
The people from Taiqing Mansion were also dumbfounded, and some even rubbed their eyes.
Many other monks who were originally there to watch the fun were also watching intently.
Right now.
The long river of time seems to stagnate briefly in this place at the foot of the secluded mountain.
Almost everyone on the field was frozen in place.
Time seems to pass very slowly.
Even his expression remained at the last second, unable to keep up with the changes in his emotions.
One of the only two things still moving.
It is their slowly turning heads.
My eyes followed the two figures walking hand in hand on the field.
One dressed in blue, the other in white.
are connected together.
Everyone's eyes were shifting between Zhao Rong's calm face with his lips pursed, Zhao Lingfei's lowered head with no expression on her face, and the two people's held hands.
Zhao Rong held Zhao Lingfei's hand, ignored everyone, and strode forward without looking around.
He wants to take his wife away.
After Zhao Lingfei was grabbed by the hand from behind, she kept her head down and stared blankly at the overbearing big hand.
Except for a slight struggle at the beginning, after he pinched her hard, she stopped resisting and followed him closely.
Zhao Rong was in front and Zhao Lingfei was behind.
The two of them were like two fish swimming through a stagnant river.
The water moved.
The crowd ahead parted as if encountering a reef.
But.
But there were still people standing there, motionless.
Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes slightly, tapped his chin, and said in a serious tone:
"Go away"
Jiang Chebai was staring blankly at the jingling black and white jade token on Zhao Rong's waist.
Hearing this at this moment.
He looked up suddenly and glared.
But he met Zhao Rong's calm eyes.
Jiang Chebai's cheeks were tense, his nostrils were trembling, and his eyes were staring straight at Zhao Rong.
Zhao Rong didn't blink and his face was expressionless.
The two people's eyes collided in the air.
Silently stuck there.
Concubine Zhao Lingfei did not intervene in the stalemate between the two men.
She stood obediently behind Zhao Rong, still looking down at the hand held with Zhao Rong. There was a dazed expression on her pretty face, and no one knew what she was thinking.
Time passes by every second.
Jiang Chebai clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and stared into Zhao Rong's eyes.
Those eyes, from just now till now, are still as calm as an ancient well...
Time seemed to go on like this forever.
The two of them seemed to be standing here forever, turning into stone statues.
But.
At a certain moment
Under Zhao Rong's calm gaze.
Jiang Chebai's bloodshot eyes tilted slightly.
Zhao Rong moved immediately.
Holding Zhao Lingfei's hand, he moved forward courageously.
The pace is very fast.
Next second.
The two seemed about to collide.
Jiang Chebai's heart trembled.
The body subconsciously turned to the side.
Zhao Rong walked past Jiang Chebai without stopping, bringing Zhao Lingfei with him.
He ignored Jiang Chebai's angry glare after he realized what was happening.
The road ahead had already been cleared by everyone.
Ning Ying and the people from Taiqing Mansion who came with Concubine Zhao Lingfei had already stepped aside at some point.
Zhao Rong took Zhao Lingfei and walked past them without stopping.
Each look was different.
Ning Ying picked up a strand of hair in front of her shoulders with her jade hand and twisted it gently. She glanced casually at Jiang Chebai, whose face was flushed, with her beautiful eyes, then turned her gaze and looked carefully at Zhao Rong who was walking in front of her.
Ning Ying lowered her head slightly, biting her lips lightly, and her slender hands casually pinched a strand of black hair. Her beautiful eyes slightly turned up, staring at Zhao Rong's profile without blinking, and her eyes gradually brightened.
Senior Sister Yu'er, who was beside her, was looking at Zhao Rong's back with complicated eyes.
She still had a memory of the man who had been following them in a "sleazy" way with a "crazy" look not long ago, and she couldn't help but recall the scene at that time again...
He is actually the Confucian scholar husband and childhood sweetheart of Concubine Zhao Ling?
Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei walked very quickly.
Soon he walked away.
But everyone still stared at the backs of the two in silence.
Until they disappeared around the corner.
Only then did they withdraw their gazes.
only.
For a moment, the field was still silent.
The monks, who originally just wanted to watch the fun, looked at each other and exchanged glances.
Soon, everyone looked at Jiang Chebai at the same time with strange expressions.
Jiang Chebai's originally ordinary but fair face was now turning as red as a pig's liver.
His hair was disheveled, his eyes were bloodshot, blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth, his teeth were chattering as if he was fighting, his red face was covered in sweat, and his fists were clenched white.
Jiang Chebai's eyes were still fixed on the direction where Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei left. No one knew what he was thinking. At this moment, he seemed to feel the amusement or pity of everyone's gazes, as if he had seen a joke.
He raised his head and took a deep breath, his Adam's apple rolling.
Jiang Chebai suddenly turned around and slowly walked towards the cicada that was thrown to the ground by a woman.
In the eyes of everyone, his back was shaky.
tear——
When Jiang Chebai walked over there and bent down to pick up the cicada, no one knew what he was going to do, but he reached out and grabbed, and pulled, and tore off the golden sword embroidery on his right sleeve, which symbolized his identity as a law enforcement monk of the Tianya Sword Pavilion and Sikou Mansion.
A moment.
The cicada in Jiang Chebai's hand chirped again.
The voice seemed even more mournful than the one it had made in Zhao Lingfei's hands not long ago.
The monks looked at each other curiously.
But someone frowned slightly, as if realizing something...
Jiang Chebai's face was gray and his eyes were dull. His right hand was upright and his left hand was holding the hilt of the white cloth sword upside down.
He and Han Chan faced the direction where Zhao Rong left.
Ning Ying raised her chin slightly and looked at him, waiting intently.
Many monks felt something was wrong, took a few steps forward, opened their mouths slightly, but then stopped.
The moment you decide to draw your sword.
Jiang Chebai's mind suddenly calmed down completely, and his sword heart stopped straining.
He smiled sadly.
Next second.
He exerted force on his wrist and pulled the sword upwards...
only.
The sword was not drawn.
Because a hand was placed on the shoulder of Jiang Chebai's left hand that was drawing the sword.
Jiang Chebai's face twisted and he roared.
Use your left hand to exert force again.
But still couldn't pull out the cicada that wanted to drink blood to stop chirping.
The large hand on his shoulder did not move.
Jiang Chebai turned back slowly.
Behind him was a man in sackcloth with a grimace tattooed on his face.
Looking at him expressionlessly.
Jiang Chebai's face was covered with tears and his voice was hoarse.
“Brother Zhao, let me draw my sword, or I will die.”
Zhao Qianqiu spoke softly.
"No, if you pull it out, the sword heart will break. If you don't pull it out, the sword heart will never break."
Jiang Chebai was stunned.
Zhao Qianqiu turned around and didn't look at him again, but looked around.
The monks made eye contact with him and saluted him one after another.
"Master Xiao Sikou."
Zhao Qianqiu said nothing and stood upright with his hands behind his back.
Seeing this, everyone bowed and said goodbye.
Zhao Qianqiu suddenly tilted his head and looked at Ning Ying.
Ning Ying looked up at him, smiled softly, tilted her head and waved her hand, then turned around and left with a group of Taiqing Mansion students.
Zhao Qianqiu frowned slightly.
Soon, all the people who were watching the fun had left.
Zhao Qianqiu looked back.
He glanced at Jiang Chebai, who was still staring blankly at Han Chan.
Snap——
His body was thrown out violently, flying dozens of meters in the air, and rolled continuously after falling to the ground.
Zhao Qianqiu withdrew his hand and said calmly, "My uncle beat me. He also said that I should go to Prison Whale Island and reflect on my mistakes for a year."
Zhao Qianqiu turned his back and prepared to leave, but after taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped.
"Oh, from now on, I will deliver the letters to that gentleman."