The fastest flying sword in the world?

Zhao Xifu looked at Zhao Rong with interest, pondered for a moment, and reported a few strange sword names.

Some of them had never been heard of by the public, including Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qianer, who were sword practitioners.

Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head.

Zhao Xifu frowned, "Aren't these the fastest swords in the history of Xuanhuang Cultivation World? The predecessors who possessed them were all the top of the mountain at a certain time... Wait, are you asking about the fastest sword in the world?"

He pinched his chin and pondered: "Over the years, I have heard some of the people who came to the room to ask for wine talking about it. I heard that there is a very fast sword in the Western Fuyao Continent, the sword is called Kuchan... Well, it seems that there is also one in the Eastern Taiyi Continent, named Zhuzi..."

The shopkeeper reported two interesting sword names and paused.

His eyes were always on Zhao Rong's face. Every time he named a sword, he would look at his expression carefully to confirm it. However, Zhao Rong just smiled and shook his head the whole time.

"Isn't it? Hey, you are kidding me or not, you don't know whether you are or not!" Zhao Xifu knocked on the table slightly heavily.

Zhao Rong still shook his head.

Zhao Xifu glanced at the brat's calm expression and felt a little unhappy... Damn it, he is even more arrogant and pretentious than me in my territory. I can't let him outdo me.

He secretly complained, but it also aroused some competitive spirit.

He sneered and continued to guess:

"Is it the one from Nan Xiaoyaozhou? The name of the sword seems to be called... called... Yili. It is one of the several flying swords of the most popular girl in Jiange Nanzong, who does things in a swift and decisive manner.

"This girl's name seems to be Zi Yi. I heard that her sword is very sharp. She can swim to the North Sea in the morning and reach Cangwu in the evening."

Zhao Rong habitually wanted to shake his head, but was slightly startled the next second and turned to look at someone at the table.

By the way, have you heard of this sword name somewhere? Yi... Yili, um, is it the "purple line" that likes to draw circles outside the Japanese library and is so "brave"?

Zhao Rong glanced at Li Xueyu and raised his eyebrows slightly.

This shy little girl seemed not to notice what was happening on the field. She lowered her head and ate politely. No expression could be seen on her face. It seemed that she had no reaction to Zhao Xifu's words...

At this moment, Li Xueyu seemed to have noticed Zhao Rong's silent inquiring gaze.

Her ears turned red and she buried her head even lower.

At this time, Concubine Zhao Ling nodded and smiled, "Senior Zhao, her surname is Li and her name is Ziyi. She is very famous in Nanxiaoyao."

She interrupted and added.

Zhao Xifu nodded and looked at Zhao Rong inquiringly.

The latter had already withdrawn his gaze from Li Xueyu and shook his head calmly.

Zhao Xifu couldn't help it and cursed: "It's neither this nor that. Could it be that your sword is the fastest in the world? Guess what? I won't serve you anymore. Whoever loves you can do whatever you want."

Zhao Lingfei, Zhu Yourong and others also looked confused.

Zhao Rong waved his hand and said seriously, "It's not me."

He waved his hand, bent four fingers and clenched them, leaving only one index finger, and pointed at Concubine Zhao Lingfei.

Zhao Rong smiled, "It's my wife."

There was silence for a moment.

After a short rest, Concubine Zhao Ling opened her beautiful eyes, looked at Rong Erge in surprise and confusion, and pointed at herself, "Me... me?"

Zhao Rong suddenly became interested, turned around and said with a sly smile: "You actually asked such a stupid question. My wife is not you, could it be someone else?"

After a moment of shock, Concubine Zhao Ling immediately replied: "No!"

Zhao Rong showed a look of enlightenment, "Oh, it really isn't you."

Concubine Zhao Ling widened her beautiful eyes and quickly corrected herself, "Yes, yes, yes."

Zhao Rong nodded, "Oh, the lady you're talking about here is someone else."

It’s not right to say “no”, and it’s not right to say “yes” either. Someone is just teasing her on purpose.

Concubine Zhao Ling stamped her feet in shame, gnashing her teeth and raising her hand to pinch him, "You want... you just want to be beaten!"

She originally wanted to say "I'm going to die", but that was too flirtatious and inappropriate at the moment. Besides, Zhu Yourong and other outsiders were also present, and Concubine Zhao Lingfei had to maintain her image as a virtuous wife of a Confucian scholar.

Just like her side as a bad student, she could only show it freely in front of him in private...

At this time, Zhao Rong blinked, as if he didn't understand what she said, and nodded to himself, saying, "Okay, I'll go and bring another wife home and get married."

As he said this he also laughed.

Half serious, half joking.

A certain little fox demon was eating with her head down and pouting because of the flirting between a young scholar and a girl with autumn eyes. When she heard Zhao Rong's tentative words, her fox eyes lit up slightly and she stole a glance at the girl with autumn eyes.

Concubine Zhao Ling glared at her bad husband and "rectified" his sleeves with her bare hands. In fact, she twisted the softer flesh on his arms, as she was reluctant to touch the harder flesh...

Zhao Lingfei tilted her head slightly and looked at him with her autumn eyes, "You dare! Try it." Her voice was soft and crisp.

She raised her hand and pointed two fingers like a sword, as if to scare him.

Die if you try?

Zhao Rong glanced at the lady with a smile on her face, then glanced at the sword in her right hand. He leaned back, blinked and swallowed, as if trying to avoid his lady's peerless sword.

Concubine Zhao Ling snorted twice, and Zhao Rong smiled and didn't say anything more.

Zhao Xifu shook his head and said, "You are kidding me, kid. I have seen the swords of Miss Zhao before. Are you talking about the 'Qingmei' or the unfortunate 'Baby Horse'? They don't look like the innate magical powers in terms of speed, how can they be the fastest!"

He glared at Zhao Rong, "You are clearly talking nonsense."

Zhao Rong's focus was somewhat off. He frowned and asked, "Have you seen it?"

At this time, Concubine Zhao Ling explained softly: "The first time I entered the vegetarian feast, Senior Zhao took a look at my childhood sweetheart. The second time I entered the vegetarian feast... that is, during this meal, Senior Zhao said that he wanted to take a look at his childhood sweetheart. My husband, although Senior Zhao's words and deeds are unscrupulous, he has no ill intentions. He... is also my senior brother, so don't worry."

Zhao Rong's brows relaxed.

Zhao Xifu crossed his arms and interrupted with amazement:

"It's not like I haven't seen first-class swords before, but this first-class sword of Zhao's has been broken so badly, tut tut, this is the first time I've seen it. This is different from a first-class sword that has been broken into pieces by the enemy. The sword embryo is still there, and the spirit is still there, but it is 'intact' and has been broken again and again until it can't break any more... It's really rare, and the scene is really mysterious..."

Afterwards, he said something that Zhao Rong and others could not understand, which seemed to be related to some profound principles involving the first-class sword.

Everyone at the table looked at each other in bewilderment.

Zhao Rong understood immediately. He heard from Fan Yushu that there were many rules for eating in Xia Chong Zhai. And for this meal, Zhao Xifu allowed Qing Jun to enter the room and cook personally. It turned out that he had put forward the condition of watching swords... He sighed slightly.

After Zhao Xifu finished speaking, Concubine Zhao Ling had a calm expression. She leaned sideways, gently leaned on her husband's shoulder, smiled softly and called out, "Senior Zhao." She shook her head.

The shopkeeper looked at the calm and composed Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion's proud daughter and stopped talking, but he still muttered, "Is it really worth it?" "Hehe, this kid is worth nothing"...

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and nodded suddenly, "Well, my wife's bamboo horse is the fastest sword in the world. There is no...faster than it."

Zhao Xifu sneered, "Bullshit. It's already in that state. Its speed is probably only slightly faster than a turtle. I don't know why this girl is still taking good care of it. Wouldn't it be better to take good care of Qingmei? It's a waste of energy..."

"Xiao Zhao! You still keep talking." The man couldn't help but speak sarcastically, but was interrupted by Bingniang's glare, so he shrank his head.

Zhao Rong shook his head. "It's as slow as a turtle? That's enough. It's the fastest sword in the world. The swords of other genius sword masters can't catch up with my childhood sweetheart."

He smiled. Concubine Zhao Ling beside him was stunned. She turned her head to look at her husband's profile, which was smiling somewhat happily.

Zhao Xifu felt that Zhao Rong was trying to insult his intelligence, and waved his hands impatiently, "In your dream, right? Okay, that's enough. You just rely on these swords to not be able to compete face to face. You deny it and play tricks on me. But you have to be credible. This childhood sweetheart is probably not as fast as my Bingniang."

Actually, there seems to be one... Zhao Rong thought to himself.

Zhao Rong asked with a smile: "Then what sword do you think is the fastest sword in the world? Let's compare it?"

Zhao Xifu crossed his arms and glanced at Zhao Rong:

"Heh, let's take the most recent one, the one that the girl from the Southern Sect of Tai'a Sword Pavilion used..."

Zhao Rong interrupted and corrected, "The closest one is my childhood sweetheart." His serious look made him look like he deserved a beating.

Zhao Xifu was angry and waved his hands, "Forget it, damn it, what's the point of competing? It's just nonsense. You let your childhood sweetheart run ten steps, a hundred steps, a thousand steps, ten thousand steps, and he was surpassed by Yili overnight... I won't play with you anymore, give me the wine back."

Zhao Rong thought about it and shook his head, "No, Yili will never be able to catch up with Zhuma. So Zhuma is the fastest sword."

"fart!"

"Whether it's bullshit or not, we'll know after we have a race. How about this, let's do as the shopkeeper said and let Yili let Zhuma take a hundred steps first, and then we'll have a speed test with the two swords and start the race, okay?"

Zhao Xifu nodded in boredom. Zhao Rong paused and continued with a smile:

"It's obvious that Yili will never be able to surpass Zhuma overnight. Not only overnight, but also one, two, three, and countless days in the future, Yili will never be able to catch up with Zhuma. He can only follow behind Zhuma and eat dust."

The tone is firm.

Everyone was amazed. Even the quiet Li Xueyu couldn't help but look up, looking at the young scholar with curiosity and confusion.

The shy girl put one hand in her sleeve and held the small purse given by her sister.

The embroidered purse bulged under her slender hands, as if it would burst at any moment.

A sword that has traveled across a continent to this end of the world is eager to break free from its young master's panicked pressure, jump out and kill a young Confucian scholar who is provocative and despises the "sword" with one sword... and then draw a hundred circles around his head.

Zhao Rong didn't realize that he was playing with fire, and even if he knew, he would just laugh it off.

At the moment, he looked puzzled, shrugged and looked at Zhao Xifu who looked dissatisfied and the curious and puzzled people: "Isn't this obvious? How can we catch up? Don't you know?"

Zhao Rong said directly:

"Yili lets Zhuma go a hundred steps ahead, and then it sets out to catch up with Zhuma. When Yili flies a hundred steps, Zhuma must have flown a distance, say ten steps, while Yili was running. At this moment, Yili is a hundred steps away from the starting point, while Zhuma is a hundred and ten steps away.

"Next, in order to catch up with Zhuma, Yili had to continue moving forward and run another ten steps. During this time, Zhuma must have run a distance forward, for example, one step, and was still ahead of Yili.

"In order to catch up with Zhuma, Yili continued to fly forward and flew one step. During this time, Zhuma continued to move forward and advanced half a step. Yili continued to chase half a step, and Zhuma advanced a distance during this time..."

Zhao Rong paused because the hall was already silent. He smiled at Zhao Xifu who was staring at him and everyone else who had opened their eyes:

"Yili can only keep chasing after my childhood sweetheart, how can he surpass it? Which one is faster, do I need to say more?"

“……”Zhao Xifu.

“……”Others.

The sword that was famous in Nan Xiaoyaozhou and could "travel to the North Sea in the morning and Cangwu in the evening" retreated a hundred steps, but could not catch up with a sword of the lowest quality. How is this possible! ?

Even though they couldn't believe the conclusion, the logic was indeed almost impeccable, and they couldn't help but open their eyes.

Could it be that during this process, Zhuma secretly accelerated and thus stayed ahead, so Yili could never catch up with it?

So... Zhuma is really the fastest sword?

Many people on the field were secretly surprised.

"Well, let's put it this way... to be honest, Sister Zhao's sword is indeed the fastest." Su Xiaoxiao, who had been bending her ten little fingers back and forth, raised her little head, nodded in affirmation, and said something very fair.

Zhu Yourong and Yu Huaijin looked at each other, feeling that something was wrong, but they couldn't find any fault. "This..."

Concubine Zhao Ling opened her eyes wide and took Zhao Rong's hand, "Is it... is it that powerful?"

Hey, her bamboo horse sword is so powerful, how come she didn’t know about it.

Zhao Rong smiled and nodded at the silly lady, "Of course my Qingjun is the most powerful."

Concubine Zhao Ling's pretty face blushed, and her originally snow-white skin seemed to be covered with a layer of natural rouge, which was very beautiful and attractive.

Li Xueyu stared blankly at Zhao Rong who was nonchalant. The purse in her sleeve had stopped fluttering. She seemed to be at a loss as to what to do with her spirituality that had been outshined for some reason. She fell into contemplation of the life of a swordsman.

Everyone had different reactions, and Zhao Xifu's expression was particularly interesting...

After a while, he wiped his face vigorously, and then Zhao Xifu looked at Zhao Rong expressionlessly:

"Why." Every word.

The look of this cynical and frivolous shopkeeper at this moment was more focused and serious than ever before, a look that Zhao Rong, Zhao Lingfei and others had never seen before.

Zhao Rong, who had proposed the 'cannot catch up with the tortoise paradox', kept his head down and said nothing. He then leisurely poured a glass of ice wine and handed it to Zhu Yourong, who was also staring at him, in a counter-clockwise order of seats.

Under the gaze of the whole audience, he moved slowly.

Zhu Yourong did not look at the wine, but stared at Zhao Rong without blinking, as if he was also waiting for the answer to this question.

Yu Huaijin, who was standing beside her, put down his bowl and chopsticks, sat upright at the table, dipped his fingers in some water, and was drawing something with a focused expression, stroke by stroke...

"Chikuma can't be faster than Ichikuri."

The unshaven Zhao Xifu spoke in a very serious tone. After a pause, he slowly shook his head:

“If that’s the case, my sword will never catch up to Zhuma. Not only my sword, but also the Tai’a in Tai’a Sword Pavilion, the swords of the two great emperors in the history of Xuanhuang human race who proved their truth with swords, and even the sword of the Ancient Sword Emperor who was born in the ancient times when all races coexisted, can’t catch up to it!”

The shopkeeper's voice gradually became smaller as he spoke, looking around: "All the swords in the world, from ancient times to the present, can never catch up with Zhao girl's childhood sweetheart. They can only get close to her..." He looked at the dark night outside the door, "Forever..."

Zhao Rong nodded slightly and said jokingly, "Well, I really can't catch up. I just said that the fastest sword in the world is Qingjun's childhood sweetheart."

As he said this, his thoughts were surging like waves, as he quickly thought about something Zhao Xifu had just said.

It has been nearly 90,000 years since the human race reached the top of the Xuanhuang Realm, and eight great emperors were born. Zhao Rong knew this. However, among these eight great emperors, in addition to the second-generation emperor Jiang Taiqing who was famous in later generations, there was actually a second Sword Emperor?

Who is he or she? Why have I never heard a certain sharp-tongued sword spirit who likes to talk about swordsmanship mention it...