At this moment, Zhao Rong stopped talking, and most of his attention was focused on the strange sword in front of him.

He suddenly raised his foot and walked to the center of the street, riding on the setting sun over the black mountain in the distance, and had not yet been completely swallowed up by the dark outline of the black mountain.

In the golden afterglow, Zhao Rong twisted his wrist, held the three-foot-long sword horizontally at the level of his eyebrows, and stared intently.

The clear sword blade was tempered by the setting sun and turned golden, reflecting the shimmering sword light and illuminating his handsome eyebrows and eyes.

But at this moment, his sword-like brows gradually frowned.

The more Zhao Rong looked, the more confused he became.

Was the vague suspicion in his heart all along wrong?

Could it be that this branch of the Great Chu Zhao family really has nothing to do with the main branch of the Zhao family that was destroyed in Kundu of Western Fuyao Continent seventeen years ago?

Those old people who might exist in the Fuyao Electorate's Palace, and the orphan of the Zhao family, Zhao Qingyi, whose gender is unknown, are not with them either?

The latter is not one of him, Qingjun and Xiaoqianer?

So what about the sword that Qingjun mentioned when he spent four years ascending to heaven and cried to him privately on the way, which he could not pull out?

Is the sword she was talking about, the one that would emit piercing silver-white sword light, the one in front of her?

Is it too wild?

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, and the silver light of the sword held horizontally in his hand shone into his eyes.

But there was no unusual phenomenon, no stinging feeling at all... It was just that my eyes were a little sore from staring for too long.

Zhao Rong's face was calm and his eyes did not blink.

But the lake in my heart is not calm.

The water in his heart was in turmoil.

At this moment, one thought turns a thousand corners.

It’s no wonder that Zhao Rong is so worried.

Ever since my memory regained consciousness on my wedding night, I have looked at it from a bystander's perspective. Every time I think of the past, I find too many coincidences and doubts.

And the girl named Zhao Qingyi that Lin Wenruo mentioned a few months ago happened to be the same age as them.

In addition, Zhao Rong seemed to have been reborn and his memories of his past life had been awakened. Although he had accepted the reality that he was a waste of talent, compared with Qing Jun, he did not look like a son of destiny at all.

However, the inertia of thinking in his previous life still made him vaguely regard himself as the protagonist of a vernacular novel. After all, Zhao Rong had never forgotten the strange sword hidden in his soul, and the sword spirit was Gui.

When his memory was awakened more than half a year ago, he had always regarded this as the golden finger in the vernacular novels, and as a sharp weapon for pretending to be cool and getting slapped in the face.

result……

My goodness, at present, apart from having a sarcastic, snobby sword spirit who loves to sleep late, it is completely useless.

Every time he showed his prowess in front of others, Zhao Rong had to do all the hard work himself...

But no matter what, this person's golden finger, which I have never had, still gave Zhao Rong inexplicable confidence and a good sense of self-worth.

So, when he heard that the Fuyao Elector had a bloodline that was living outside, Zhao Rong walked over without blushing at all. Well, the first person he thought of was him and Qingjun Qianer.

However, Zhao Rong gradually realized that the identity of Zhao Qingyi did not seem to be a good thing. On the contrary, it was extremely dangerous.

However, at this point, he found it difficult to clear himself, and the more Zhao Rong thought about it, the more he felt... there were indeed many doubts.

Why did his mother insist on having the final say and let him marry into the family without any explanation, regardless of Zhao Rong's future as a Confucian scholar?

Now that I think about it carefully, is there really such a cruel mother in the world? Even if there is, is he just lucky enough to have met her?

Before he awakened his past life memories, Zhao Rong thought that his mother was partial to Qingjun and favored him so much that she allowed him to marry into the family.

Later, after awakening his memories of his past life, Zhao Rong felt that his mother's ideas were as open-minded as his. She did not care much about the status of marrying into the family and only wanted him and Qingjun, their childhood sweethearts, to get married.

But now it seems that there is another deeper meaning.

By the way, there is also teacher Mr. Fang.

Before in Da Chu, he seemed to have intentionally or unintentionally persuaded Zhao Rong to stay and not run away from home, and to take the initiative to find Qingjun to reconcile.

On weekdays, this mentor is also very concerned about the relationship between Zhao Rong and Qing Jun.

Afterwards, the letter of recommendation for admission to Linlu Academy was handed to him by Mr. Fang at the right time.

Moreover, in Zhao Rong's impression, Mr. Fang was originally a private school teacher at the Zhao family school in the Duke's Mansion of Da Chu.

He was also his and Qingjun Qianer's enlightenment teacher.

Later, because of this friendship, the Duke of Jingnan's Mansion made some efforts. In addition, since Da Chu was short of Confucian scholars at that time, Mr. Fang successfully entered the Imperial College newly built by the Da Chu National Master.

Afterwards, Qingjun and Qian'er chose to continue their practice and stopped studying.

However, Zhao Rong entered the Imperial Academy of Chu and continued to study Confucianism with him.

So... is Mr. Fang also involved in this and knows something?

In addition, Qingjun's father who has never returned, well, that is, Zhao Rong's nominal father-in-law, and his own father.

These two people have never appeared before.

All these signs are indeed very suspicious.

Is Zhao Qingyi, who carries a special fate and seems to have a blood feud that Zhao Rong finds extremely cliché, among the three of them?

Is it him with a weak physique, or Qingjun with extraordinary talent in cultivation, or Xiaoqianer hiding behind the two of them.

Or in other words...it wasn't Zhao Rong and the other two at all!

They are also smoke bombs to confuse the enemy. From the beginning to the end, they have been the targets and decoys set up by the old people of the Elector's Palace of Fuyao in the small Wangque Continent, which can be thrown out at any time and anywhere.

Or lure the enemy into the net and catch them all in one fell swoop.

Or the enemy might kill him by mistake and think Zhao Qingyi was dead.

This is also what Zhao Rong is worried about.

Because no matter which possibility it is, it seems very tricky.

This is completely contrary to his idea of ​​living a peaceful and simple life with Qingjun, Xiaoxiao and Qianer.

Ever since he held hands with Xiaoxiao and Qingjun, it seemed that he had the concerns of home. Zhao Rong was no longer as carefree as he was when he first awakened to etiquette, wandering around the world.

Now, he was just thinking about taking Xiaoxiao to meet Qingjun when the time was right, trying to get the two of them to get along, and then form a stable family together.

It doesn't matter if I live in Duyou City or go anywhere else, as long as I have them by my side.

Zhao Rong is reading.

Qingjun and Qianer practice swordplay.

Xiaoxiao was carefree as she read books about talented scholars and beautiful women and listened to stories about Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio.

Sometimes at night, the four of them would go up to the roof together, chat and admire the moon, and then Zhao Rong would supervise them in needlework, swordplay, and musical instrument learning...

The years are quiet and peaceful, and simplicity is the truth.

But, these simple lives, now... Zhao Rong couldn't help but frown.

If it is possible that all three of them are targets, then it would be easier to deal with.

Maybe these three targets will never be used, and the enemy may not even find this floor.

But just in case, the enemy is not stupid and is very cunning and treacherous.

Now that we have found these three targets, it will be a one-time thing.

They live or die.

Because these unknown enemies can only attack once, and not necessarily with all their strength, unless they are absolutely sure that the "target" is Zhao Qingyi, so they attack with all their strength.

The old people in the Fuyao Electorate Palace behind them probably have a backup plan to deal with it. It is impossible that they have no backup plan at all and let the enemy easily knock down the "target". It is also 100% certain that the "target" is not Zhao Qingyi.

Therefore, it is 80% likely that some death warriors will be placed next to the "target" to resist.

The more confusing you are, the more you become a target for the enemy.

Just like at this moment, the man holding the sword in front of Zhao Rong, and Uncle Kun and others who are staying in Qinglianju in Duyoudongcheng, are probably of this kind.

If I guessed it right.

The identities of these assassins are indeed sad, but Zhao Rong at the moment does not sympathize with them.

Because they can sacrifice themselves to support the Zhao family, either because of their special beliefs or because of their mission.

However, Zhao Rong felt that he and Qingjun Qian'er did not have such belief and mission, and had no obligation to bear this matter with them, at least not at the moment.

Zhao Rong was even wary that these people might instill in the three of them the idea of ​​"sacrificing for the sake of supporting the Zhao family" in the future.

Because he couldn't empathize with others and hated the empty feeling of having his fate controlled by others.

And at this moment, Zhao Rong insisted that chess pieces are just chess pieces. No matter how grand and affectionate the battle is, they are still manipulated chess pieces.

So, a few days ago, when he heard Qingjun mention the Mohist "Su Si said", he immediately became alert.

Thought infiltration is the most terrifying.

In general, although there may be assassins around them, being made into Zhao Qingyi's target is also dangerous.

Because Zhao Rong felt that if he was the one who gave advice among the old people in the Elector Fuyao's Mansion, he would have thought that he was in such a situation of being hunted to the ends of the earth, and the bloodline of the Elector Fuyao was in danger.

Then, even to our own people, we will never show mercy.

The most ruthless trick is to deceive even your own people:

Let the "target" think that they are the Qingyi of the Zhao family, the young master, and let the assassins also think that they are protecting the real young master.

Then, in desperation, the enemy came to the door, and everyone fought desperately, but in the end they still failed, and the "young master" died, or was captured half dead...

Thus deceiving the enemy into thinking that the last bloodline of the Elector Fuyao had been wiped out, they withdrew.

Of course, if we could use this 'target' to capture all the enemies in one fell swoop, there would be no need to sacrifice so many of our own people and go through all the trouble mentioned above.

But even the Fuyao Electorate Palace, which was in its heyday, was destroyed.

It would be difficult for the remaining old people to do this now.

So I can only use the most ruthless trick.

Zhao Rong took a deep breath.

To sum up, being a chess piece and target is dangerous, but if you can survive it and the worst situation does not happen, then you will have a bright future from then on, unless you get carried away and choose to go back to serve again.

Because after using it once, it has almost no use value anymore, which also means it is completely safe.

However, if Zhao Rong and Qingjun Qian'er were not the targets, or rather, only two of them were.

The real Zhao Qingyi is hiding among the three of them, and the core old people of the Fuyao Electorate Palace are secretly surrounding them. They have set up a plan for more than ten years and protect the three of them the best.

So, Zhao Rong felt that this was the worst possible situation.

As for why...

At this moment, Zhao Rong stood alone in the blood-red setting sun, staring at the strange and unfamiliar words on the sword in front of him, without saying a word.

Zhao Rong suddenly wanted to ask Li Bai.

Is he really an expert?

Have he and his wife Qian'er already joined the game?

If you are already in the situation, which situation does it belong to?

However, Zhao Rong did not speak in the end, because now was not the time to explore these things. All these years had passed peacefully, and there was no rush to find out what the truth was...

The sword in his hand, which had only one word engraved on it and was not too desolate, made him feel slightly relieved.

He was increasingly inclined to the idea that he and Qingjun Qian'er might be Zhao Qingyi's substitute targets.

If this is true...

Zhao Rong couldn't help but sigh.

He remembered that Gui had said before that the Elector of Fuyao was the most powerful among the nine Electors, and his side branches spread across the nine continents of the world, with a huge influence.

But at the moment, this is still the small Wangque Continent, and I don’t know how the old people from the Fuyao Electorate’s Palace in the other eight continents arranged it and how much effort they spent.

How many descendants of the Zhao family were sacrificed, and how many collateral families were torn apart or "accidentally" wiped out.

Just like the branch of the Zhao family that was destroyed by the demon dragon last time when Zhishui State was destroyed, a genius of the Zhao family of Wangquezhou who was as famous as Qingjun fell. I wonder if the Sikou Mansion has found the culprit...

This is an enemy that can fight against the top electors of the human race, and he is hiding in the dark...

At this moment, the setting sun faded from Zhao Rong's body, and the lights from the nearby shops shone on his angular profile.

Zhao Rong silently memorized the outline of the ancient and strange characters on the sword, and then slowly put the sword into the sheath with his right hand.

Seeing this scene in front of him, Li Bai raised his right eyebrow slightly.

He folded his hands and turned his head to look at the small, faintly outlined moon in the eastern sky behind him.

The man with the sword turned around and grinned at the Confucian scholar who was no longer admiring the sword in the sunset.

At this moment.

“Nice sword.”

Zhao Rong suddenly nodded and sighed.

Without his sword, Li Bai crossed his arms as usual, looking with interest at the shops on the street whose lights were gradually lighting up.

Hearing this, he couldn't help but glance at Zhao Rong, raised his hand and pinched his chin with some blue stubble, and analyzed:

"I didn't expect you to have such good taste. Not only do you have a good eye for women, you're also good at appreciating swords. I won't let you down this time."

Zhao Rong was looking down at the three-foot-long sword in his hand. At this moment, he looked up, frowned, and thought about it.

He said seriously, "You have an eye for women? Hmm... When it comes to finding a wife, I, Zhao Ziyu, am not bragging, but I am really not inferior to anyone. From the first time I saw Qingjun, I knew she was my wife."

He spoke in a serious tone, as if it was a matter of fact.

Li Bai gritted his teeth, "Do you have such a skill?"

Zhao Rong continued to talk nonsense: "I am not talented, but there are three great pleasures in my life. Reading in front of the window on a rainy night, looking at the sword by lamplight at night, and appreciating a beauty alone under the moon."

Li Bai gave him a thumbs up.

Zhao Rong suddenly looked up and asked, "Uncle Xiaobai, what is the name of this sword?"

Li Bai looked around and said, "It's written on the sword."

Zhao Rong frowned, "You know this word."

Li Bai said casually, "I don't know him."

Zhao Rong was somewhat speechless, "Then how do you know this is the name of the sword?"

Li Bai glanced sideways and looked at him with contempt.

"The sword's name should be written on the blade of the sword. Isn't that what is written in all the stories about knights? Isn't this common sense? How can you get out there and make a living if you don't even know this? You are so lame."

"However, I usually call it Sanchi, because there are a lot of swords of this style on the market, all of which are collectively called Sanchi swords. So let's call it Sanchi, it's a good name."

Three feet long sword, three feet? That's too casual.

Zhao Rong smiled.

Li Bai suddenly asked curiously, "Does your taste in appreciating women really have such a good eye?"

Zhao Rong understood and said, "Can't stand the loneliness and want to find a wife? It turns out that masters are lonely too."

Li Bai shook his head, "No, I'm just a little curious. Show Xiao Qian'er, who can take this girl in?"

Zhao Rong was silent for less than a breath, then immediately put on a serious face and said in a very serious tone:

"Xiao Qian'er is so lovely, of course she can find an excellent husband that she likes very much. Is there any need to ask? Uncle Xiaobai, there is something wrong with your thinking."

Li Bai: “…”

After saying some words to smooth things over, Zhao Rong saw that Li Bai was silent, and said to himself, "As expected." Then he turned around as if nothing had happened, only to see that the little girl had finished buying things at some point and was squinting at them from a distance behind them.

Trying to trick me? No way!

Zhao Rong immediately threw the three feet back and walked towards Zhao Qian'er...