Bang--!

When the sound of knocking on the door occurred, Zhao Rong had no time to react before he heard Qingjun's familiar and reprimanding voice.

He turned his head suddenly and spoke subconsciously.

"Qing Jun."

At this moment, the door was wide open, and Qingjun was standing gracefully at the threshold, holding a red lacquered brocade box. Her expression was flustered for a moment, but after seeing him turn around and exclaim, Qingjun's chest heaved violently, as if she breathed a sigh of relief.

However, her slightly red eyes still made Zhao Rong's heart ache for a moment. He opened his mouth to say something, but Qingjun did not give him time to react. She turned her head away with a cold face. Her pair of autumn-water phoenix eyes shot out a sharp light like an ice cone, piercing straight at Yu Huaijin beside the stone table.

Ever since Yu Huaijin turned around and met Zhao Lingfei's cold eyes, she no longer paid any attention to other people in the yard. All her attention was focused on this stunning woman who rushed in and showed her brilliance.

Yu Huaijin held the ruler with his hand behind his back, and with the other hand, his forearm was placed horizontally in front of his abdomen. The small hand that had been hidden in the wide sleeves was revealed for the first time. It was a clenched fist, like a dazzling white jade.

At this moment, I am inside the Daodongli cottage.

Two amazing women.

A tall and cold man stood in front of the door.

A short and thin man stood in the courtyard.

The two looked at each other.

A pair of cold and sharp eyes.

A pair of waves gradually rise.

However, they were equally matched in momentum and neither was willing to give in.

The atmosphere in Dongli Cottage froze for a brief moment, like a pond gradually freezing in the cold winter.

Zhao Rong felt that the coldest piece of ice among them was the sight of Qingjun and Yu Huaijin colliding with each other at lightning speed, which caught him off guard.

The yard was quiet, and everyone's attention was focused on the two women who were confronting each other with swords drawn.

Zhao Rong's open mouth gradually closed. He wanted to shout, "My lady, help me! Be careful of this witch!"

But then I thought, no, no, no.

Apart from not providing him with any delicious food or drinks, and eating one of his cucumbers without letting him go, Yu Huaijin didn't seem to abuse him in any way. Uh, does asking him to write correctly all the time count?

But if he shouted "My lady, stop it" now, it would definitely be inappropriate. Not to mention whether it would cause misunderstanding and make Qingjun think that he was protecting his lover, Qingjun is standing up for him now, and asking her to back off would make her feel wronged and disappointed.

The other people in the yard did not have the same troubles as Zhao Rong, but they did not dare to speak out, and their reactions varied.

Jia Tengying was squatting in the vegetable field. The rough man was hiding behind a cabbage, looking cautiously at the strange and beautiful woman at the door. This must be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in the mountains so far.

Jia Tengying dodged his gaze, not daring to look at her any longer. He just felt that this woman, who made him feel inferior both in her clothes and appearance, was like a three-foot-long sword about to be unsheathed. Just like the poem he had read, in the next moment her energy would soar into the sky and her light would chill the nine continents.

Jia Tengying frowned and looked at Yu Huaijin anxiously. Seeing that her expression seemed still calm, he breathed a sigh of relief and, for some reason, calmed down a little.

On the other side, Fan Yushu had nothing to worry about. He sat behind a stone table, buried in a pile of books. He watched with great interest the two women staring at each other in a stalemate with his bright eyes. If his good friend Zhao Rong had not been beside him, Fan Yushu would have even shouted "fight, fight" to add fuel to the fire.

He turned around and looked at Zhao Lingfei expectantly, "Come on, sister-in-law..."

Zhao Rong couldn't think of any suitable words for a moment, so he turned his head and cast his gaze at his senior brother Li Jinshu who was standing outside the door.

However, before they could even exchange glances, one of the two women who were the center of attention had already spoken.

Yu Huaijin suddenly asked, "Are you Concubine Zhao Ling from Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion?"

Concubine Zhao Ling was too lazy to answer her. Seeing that she dared not remove the ritual formation that bound Rong Erge, Concubine Zhao Ling took a step forward.

This step is when strange phenomena occur.

In the center of the courtyard, in a white porcelain bowl placed on the ground, the calm water surface suddenly began to ripple from the center, circle after circle, with equal intervals.

Circular ripples came out of the bowl and then dissipated into the air.

At the same time, the air in the courtyard between Concubine Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Rong and others sitting at the stone table, which was originally empty, suddenly became thick.

Concubine Zhao Lingfei was like a human-shaped ice cube in syrup. The human-shaped outline formed three fingers away from her body, and wrinkles appeared on her body like water waves.

Zhao Lingfei felt this invisible obstacle that was repelling her and trying to distort her straight forward steps unconsciously. She narrowed her long eyes slightly, and the spiritual energy in her body suddenly turned, rushing back and forth in the eight extraordinary meridians and twelve regular meridians as wide as great rivers, and in an instant it had flown thousands of miles.

In the small world inside the body, the "river of spiritual energy" washes over the "meridian river", creating countless waves that hit the shore and rise up into the sky.

In the heart lake of the dome, in the lotus pond, the green lotus blossomed slightly, and the flying sword Qingmei hidden in it made a sword sound, which resounded throughout the small world inside the body.

The snow-white waves rushing up to the sea of ​​clouds are the purest drops of spiritual energy. Amid the sound of swords, a phantom of a green plum appears faintly in each drop of wave water.

Thousands of green plums did not fall with the water droplets and clouds as rain, but instead emitted sword-like rays, rushing straight into the sky in an instant, like heavy rain pouring down towards the sky.

Pierce the dome and come out through the body.

In front of the gate of Dongli Cottage, a snow-white sword light suddenly shot out from Zhao Lingfei's body, and the sword energy around her became stronger.

A female swordsman, with a fierce fighting spirit.

The three-finger-distance outline that originally stood out in the "dense air" suddenly grew by three feet, as if the giant's body had expanded several times, and every wisp of sword energy was like a green blade.

Beside the stone table, Yu Huaijin frowned slightly, seeming to want to say something but stopped himself.

Just the next second.

Zhao Lingfei took another step forward. For some reason, this step covered more than half the distance and was about to reach the stone table.

In the white porcelain bowl in the center of the courtyard, the water surface, which was originally rippled, suddenly began to jump and surge, and the light red Daishu began to boil like boiling water.

Yu Huaijin was unhappy, her brows relaxed, and her figure disappeared in front of the stone table. The next moment, she suddenly appeared in the center of the courtyard. The white porcelain bowl that was originally placed on the ground was now steadily held in her hand.

Yu Huaijin looked down at the water in the bowl and said softly:

"The lake light and the autumn moon are in harmony, the lake surface is calm and the mirror is unpolished."

Words come out according to the Dharma.

A line of poetry appeared out of nowhere above the white porcelain bowl, which was exactly the line she was chanting.

This line of neatly arranged poetry then fell into the bowl, word by word, like pearls with the lines removed.

Ding ding dong dong——

Pearls big and small fall on the jade plate.

The water surface, which was boiling and tumbling a second ago, suddenly calmed down as the last "pearl" sank below the water surface.

The bowl reflects the shimmering lake light and an autumn moon.

I heard that Confucian practitioners can pick out sentences that they like from poetry, prose, or scriptures, and nurture them in the vast little world within their bodies.

Yu Huaijin was holding a bowl with an "autumn moon" in it. She raised her head and looked at Concubine Zhao Lingfei with a calm face.

It was seen that at some point, Concubine Zhao Lingfei had managed to shrink to an inch and return to the gate of the courtyard.

Not an inch of progress.

It was just like Zhao Rong was trapped in a maze at the beginning.

When Concubine Zhao Ling saw this, the corners of her lips rippled slightly. She tilted her head, raised her hand, stretched out her slender fingers, and gently tapped the tassel at one end of the hairpin that was swaying between her black hair.

The tranquility that had been enjoying the swing suddenly exploded.

The surging purple air instantly filled the entire Dongli cottage.

The entire exterior of the ritual formation was covered and surrounded by purple air.

If you look down from the sky at this moment, you will find a semicircular purple sphere appearing in a corner of Nanyuan Academy above the earth.

The purple air quietly covered the semicircular formation that protected the Dongli cottage, without any sign of flowing or surging.

Inside the Dongli Cottage, Yu Huaijin looked up and saw the deep purple mist that covered the sky and the sun, not letting in a single ray of sunlight. He opened his eyes slightly.

She turned abruptly, holding the bowl in both hands, facing north, and prepared to bow.

Just at this moment, somewhere above the semicircular barrier, the originally quiet purple air suddenly flowed slightly for a moment, forming an imperceptible tiny vortex.

Zhao Lingfei's heart moved, her eyes suddenly turned cold, and the handleless sword jumped and suddenly appeared beside her.

Jump again.

In a flash, he reached the hole.

Jump again.

bite--!

A strange sound came from nowhere.

It's like a flawless silver mirror being lightly touched by an iron cone.

After this crisp sound.

It became eerily quiet inside and outside Dongli Cottage.

After a while, the purple air gradually dissipated.

Concubine Zhao Ling didn't even look at it. She picked up the food box and took her third step since she was admitted to the hospital that day.

Already at Zhao Rong's side.

The purple tassels in her hair were still hanging down, and she continued to swing quietly.

Concubine Zhao Ling tilted her head and looked at Yu Huaijin.

I saw a prim and old-fashioned woman staring down, the white porcelain bowl was broken, she raised her hand as if scooping water, and an "autumn moon" fell into her palm.