After the door was closed, the atmosphere in the hall of Xia Chong Zhai seemed a bit gloomy and dilapidated.

There were obviously a lot of people sitting or standing in the hall, but they even tried to slow down their breathing so as not to make any sound.

They stared at the woman in the center who had just whispered the word "A-grade" without blinking.

The woman had a slender figure, a pair of long eyes with a faint teardrop mole under her eye, a delicate face and an extremely beautiful appearance.

At this moment, everyone in the hall is focused.

She was wearing a floor-length skirt of madder blue, embroidered with a pattern of crabapple branches and leaves with gold and silver threads as thin as hair, and decorated with thousands of North Sea pearls. Her wide-sleeved top was embroidered with a soaring cloud pattern, woven with dark gold thread.

The beads and tassels embellishing the hem of the skirt of this autumn-eyed woman are as twinkling as stars and as bright as flowing clouds.

She had a meter-long purple gauze draped around her arm, which was firmly fixed to her arm with a piece of gold and jade inlaid. Her two bare hands were placed in front of her belly, giving her an ethereal and fairy-like look.

The woman with autumn eyes had her long black hair tied up, and her hair accessories were complicated. One of the purple ribbons that tied her hair occasionally had a few wisps of purple air rising from it, which was very eye-catching.

She seemed to have carefully prepared her makeup and clothes for the dinner party, looking dignified, refined, fairy-like and noble.

At this moment, the beautiful lady with autumn eyes ignored others. She only whispered something to the young scholar who was relying on her intimately. Then she turned her head back, closed her autumn eyes, and slightly raised her pointed chin.

The slender handleless sword that had appeared one foot above her left shoulder before was now swimming to a position above the right shoulder of the woman with autumn eyes - there seemed to be something floating there that was invisible to the naked eye.

Qingmei avoided that air and revolved around it happily!

The two melodious sword chants that appeared before had disappeared, but the woman with autumn eyes was now sitting upright in her seat, with her head raised and eyes closed.

She seemed to be listening to something very carefully, motionless, like a statue of a goddess on the top of a cliff.

In the silent hall, you can hear a pin drop.

The shopkeeper, who was standing at the door with his arms crossed, tilted his head and listened attentively.

Zhao Qian'er, who stood up suddenly, had already suppressed the excitement on her face. At this moment, she was tightly grasping the hilt of the sword at her waist, tilting her head back and biting her lips as if listening. However, the little girl's face was still flushed, and her little chest was heaving greatly, as if she was having difficulty suppressing some emotion.

Inside Xia Chong Zhai, except for these three sword cultivators who all happened to have the surname Zhao, Zhao Rong and everyone else were all confused.

They tried to imitate the former and listen attentively, but they opened their eyes again after a moment, with even more confusion and curiosity in their eyes.

Because apart from the sound of everyone's gentle breathing, what other sounds were there in the hall?

Although they were puzzled, their attention was quickly diverted and their eyes were focused on... Concubine Zhao Ling's exposed skin.

At this moment, the orange light that creates a gloomy atmosphere also falls on her delicate oval face and slender neck that reveals her fair skin, but it gives people a feeling of unparalleled brightness.

Looking closely, it turned out that Concubine Zhao Ling's snow-white skin was faintly emitting a hazy, pale light.

Just like the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady who descended to the earth under the moonlight, she is holy and unparalleled.

It makes people feel ashamed of themselves and find it difficult to have any blasphemous thoughts.

Fan Yushu, Jia Tengying, Li Xueyu, Jingzi and others were amazed.

Zhu Yourong looked at the woman with autumn eyes who looked like a goddess, and her eyes flashed.

A certain little fox demon was holding a small bowl of rice, staring blankly with its head tilted.

The miraculous phenomenon on Zhao Lingfei's delicate body stunned everyone on the scene for a moment.

Her profile was extremely beautiful, and she looked up in a strange way, making people feel that she was holy, unpredictable, and inviolable...

However, unlike the others who were respectful or solemn, Zhao Rong's face was slightly stunned at this moment.

He wanted to glance downward, but he stopped himself.

Under the table, a slender hand just reached out quietly and took the initiative to grab Zhao Rong's right hand which was resting on his leg.

It’s Qingjun’s hand.

He is very familiar with it.

Zhao Rong didn't look down, remained silent, turned over his right hand, and interlocked his fingers with hers.

Then he felt her hands clasping him tighter and tighter, and... trembling slightly.

The young scholar glanced at the lady's exquisite and beautiful profile with her eyes closed, and her seemingly dignified and calm expression.

He suddenly realized something and laughed.

Qingjun has been beautiful since she was a child. She is so beautiful that at first sight, people naturally think that she is as excellent and perfect as a goddess, cold and unpredictable, and her IQ and cultivation talent are equally enchanting.

This is also the subconscious impression that most people have when they see someone with outstanding appearance like Qingjun.

Just like the students in Taiqing Mansion, they thought so and always regarded her as the cold and hazy white moonlight...

Just like everyone who is stunned at this moment.

However, only Zhao Rong, her childhood sweetheart, knew that, apart from being good-looking and introverted, and extremely good at cultivation and jealousy, Qingjun was not much different from the aristocratic ladies of the same age in the wealthy families down the mountain.

She is also a 17-year-old girl who is in love, shy, and homesick. She is also a little woman who needs her husband's protection and love. She also has an ordinary and lovely side.

It's just that ever since he went up the mountain to practice, he has been shouldering too much and can only be strong on his own. Gradually, he has become indifferent on the outside and hid his weak side from outsiders.

But in Zhao Rong's eyes, she will always be the crying little girl who followed him around when he was a child, holding up the hem of her skirt with one hand, holding high the butterfly kite with the other, and calling out to him in front of her happily and anxiously, "Slow down, wait for me."

It was always the daytime on the bed in Dongli Cottage, the coy lady who weakly cried out "Don't look at me, don't look at me, don't do this, don't do it" and would pant softly after a few pushes... Well, once Zhao Rong deliberately did something bad and tried to get away, she would continue to close her eyes and hum like a piglet, resisting for a few times before suddenly reacting, then opening her beautiful eyes and hurriedly stretching out her hands to pull him, and then holding his head tightly with her two bare hands, afraid that this bad husband would really dare to leave and abandon her...

At this moment, Zhao Rong sensed Zhao Lingfei's nervousness and excitement, and perhaps a little fear that he could not believe that his childhood friend could return to the first class? Fear was in vain.

Although she had never mentioned the fact that Qingjun fell in love with Zhao Rong because of his bad behavior, it now seemed that Qingjun still liked this little guy after all, just like her childhood sweetheart.

After all, it is a spiritual being that will accompany you for the rest of your life, so how can I not care about it?

In Qingjun's heart, they should be like her own children. You can get a rough idea from the names of the two swords.

But Qingjun was afraid that he would blame himself, so he never mentioned his childhood sweetheart.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and squeezed his wife's trembling hand tightly.

He immediately turned around and asked:

"Boss, this glass of wine..."

Zhao Xifu was hugging his chest and closing his eyes. He didn't open his eyes. He seemed to show some impatience on his face. He interrupted:

"This is your wine. It has nothing to do with me. If you have any problems after drinking it, don't come to Xia Chong Zhai."

Zhao Rong was stunned and nodded.

I took a look at the shopkeeper who said one thing and thought another.

He tightened his wife's hand again, and the latter seemed to feel more at ease with his comfort and companionship, and her hands no longer trembled.

Zhao Rong raised his eyes and glanced at his wife's profile after she closed her eyes.

At this moment, her skin was covered with a layer of hazy moonlight that was getting brighter and brighter.

Holy and solemn, awe-inspiring.

He suddenly asked softly: "Qingjun, what are you listening to?"

Zhao Lingfei did not open her eyes, but she opened her red lips and said seriously: "It is Jian Yin, Brother Rong'er, our childhood sweetheart is Jian Yin again... again, it... it is very happy."

Sword chant? What is this sound? Why didn't I hear it? Before Zhao Rong could get more confused, the sword spirit in his heart spoke:

"The birth of every first-class sword in this world is an extraordinary creation. Once a first-class sword appears in the world, it will emit a 'sword chant' that can be heard thousands of miles away. The higher the rank of the first-class sword, the farther and louder the sword chant will be.

"Well, it was actually the second sword chant just now. It's just that you non-sword cultivators can't hear the rest except for the beginning. In fact, the sword chant of this bamboo sword has never stopped, and it even gets louder and louder as it travels farther. However, only sword cultivators who possess their own natal flying sword can hear it... and sword cultivators within a radius of several thousand miles can hear it."

Zhao Rong frowned suddenly. Are there any sword cultivators within thousands of miles?

But before he could worry, Gui continued in a lazy tone:

“Speaking of which, this can be considered an old tradition of Xuanhuang sword cultivators. It is difficult to conceal the appearance of a top-grade sword. Once the sound of a sword is heard, nearby sword cultivators will stop and listen carefully.

"It is not only a tribute to a sword immortal embryo who may reach the top of the mountain in the future, but it can also benefit the sword art. Even if one's sword art cultivation reaches a certain level, one can still hear something interesting from the first sword chant of this first-class sword...

"I have seen this phenomenon in some ancient books, which is called 'Ten Thousand Swords Chanting Together'. This name is interesting and quite specific. The reason why the first sword chant of a first-class sword can be heard thousands of miles away is that it transmits some kind of strange vibration, causing the nearby sword cultivators' flying swords to vibrate and chant together according to its frequency, and they are infected one after another, so they transmit this frequency, spreading it wider and wider..."

Zhao Rong suddenly asked: "Resonance effect?"

"What resonance effect?"

"Uh, it's okay, just continue."

Gui paused and said, "So, this is why only sword cultivators can hear the sword chant. People without their own flying swords can't hear it... Forget it, you won't understand even if I say more." It said with a somewhat arrogant tone.

Zhao Rong twitched his lips. This young master not only understands it, but can also teach you the basics. For example, the reason why the sword chant of this first-class sword can be transmitted is that the most basic principle is that sound is transmitted by vibration...

He curled his lips slightly and asked again: "Why didn't you tell me before?"

Venomous Sword Spirit: "Is it necessary? There is a 99% chance that you can't produce a top-grade sword. It's useless to say it."

Zhao Rong: “…”

He couldn't help but secretly thought: Ninety-nine percent, that means there is still a chance, you arrogant sword spirit who wants the sword master to die, just wait for me, sooner or later I will force you to shut up and call me master obediently...

How could Gui know that people are treacherous? A certain young scholar was already planning how to kill him after he became famous... Now, he thought about it and said:

"Moreover, first-class swords are rare in the world, and it is even rarer to encounter one by chance. How could I have known that your wife would have such a chance of revival, and you just happened to run into her? Tsk tsk, this glass of wine is just as I thought, it is not simple..."

This wine... Zhao Rong couldn't help but frown.

During the brief conversation between the two, the situation on the field had changed significantly.

The moonlight on Concubine Zhao Lingfei's body became brighter and brighter, and her skin, which was already as white and crystal as jade, was filled with divine aura.

The girl's unparalleled fairy-like dress that trailed down to the ground was also shining brightly, dazzling and dazzling. A crystal sword as slender as a girl's was spinning above her right shoulder, making her look even more excited.

At this moment, Concubine Zhao Ling's delicate body seemed to be carved from a night-shining pearl that had been nurtured in the Guixu of the North Sea for thousands of years.

The hazy milky white light even replaced the orange candlelight, spreading to every corner of the hall!

When everyone saw it, the same word popped up in their minds: beauty.

It can also be said that it is a perfect match.

It is said that beautiful women are like jade. The strange phenomenon on Concubine Zhao Lingfei's delicate body at this moment can be said to be worthy of the name in a sense. The ancients were not deceiving.

Zhao Rong was also a little stunned, because the scene was indeed a bit magical.

By the way, my wife is not going to transform into a supreme and forgetful fairy and ascend to the ninth heaven in the next second, right? No, he has to hold my wife. If he really can't hold her, can he take his husband and the whole family up with him?

Gui understood someone very well. It said, "Don't worry about it. She is being tempered by some unknown sword law, transforming and sublimating her body. In addition to the sword chant, this is another wonder of the birth of a Class A sword."

"Unknown sword rules?"

"It's the sword law involved in this new childhood sweetheart's new innate magical power. Right now, I can't tell what it is specifically and whether it involves some strange fields. If this is the second time to enter the first-class level, and the new innate magical power is related to some powerful or strange fields, then it will be a big profit. Tsk tsk, this flying sword that can reach the first-class level twice, I have only heard of it, and I have never seen it with my own eyes. It is worthy of you...my wife."

"..." Zhao Rong thought he was going to praise him, but then he knew.

Afterwards, the sword spirit listed all the treasures:

"For Grade A swords and special Grade B swords, in addition to their vast spiritual power and enormous power, their most fundamental and unique ability is their innate magical power, which determines the upper limit of this sword.

"The innate magical power of each first-class sword is unique. When a first-class sword is first born, it will be irreversibly determined. These anomalies when a first-class sword is born are essentially caused by the sword laws that shape the innate magical power.

"That's the divine aura of your wife. The first-class sword is nurtured in the heart lake, shuttling through it, alternating between reality and illusion, and there are also thousands of strange innate magical powers. The sword cultivator can control them all thanks to the soul condensation and body tempering of the first-class sword when it was born. Under the cleansing of the corresponding sword laws, the sword cultivator's physique gradually adapts to the magical powers of the innate flying sword."

Zhao Rong understood immediately, and he looked carefully at Qingjun who was undergoing the body tempering ceremony.

It turned out that she was being enveloped by some special sword rules.

However, beads of sweat were appearing on Qingjun's forehead at this time, and her pretty face had lost its color, becoming even paler, as if she was enduring something.

But she tried her best to suppress it and kept a calm expression.

Gui looked outside through his Ajna chakra, and the more he looked, the more interested he became:

"Look at this situation. Under the effect of that glass of wine, this bamboo horse has been shaped into new magical powers by some sword laws. It seems that it has been promoted to Class A again. Tsk tsk, including this time, this should be the third time that you have used the sword laws to temper your body, right?

"Although the body tempering effect is only incidental, and is mainly for the purpose of matching the magical power, but after being tempered by the sword law that has been materialized three times... this physique... is probably better than many warriors of the same level. It's really frustrating to compare yourself to others."

Zhao Rong said nothing, but stared at Concubine Zhao Lingfei, showing his concern all the time.

Gui glanced at him again and encouraged him:

"Zhao Rong, quickly ask your wife to reveal the shape of this bamboo sword. I am restricted by my soul and body and cannot see it more clearly. Ask her to take it out so that I can take a closer look. Hey, I always feel that this sword is a little unusual. Why does the thing flowing through her body seem a little like the materialized river of time..."

Zhao Rong still ignored it. Under the table, his hand was clasped with Qingjun's glowing hand.

She must be enduring some kind of pain, as her fingertips were turning white from being pinched.

But as if she was afraid of pinching him, she loosened her clasped hands and twitched slightly.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips.

On the contrary, he held her tightly with his big hands.

Zhao Xifu leaned against the door with his arms folded, listening attentively to the sword's chanting. He glanced at the wooden door that closed the dark night, then turned his head to look at the dazzling and moving "jade beauty" in the hall.

The shopkeeper looked at the air somewhere above Zhao Lingfei's right shoulder, and reached out to touch his stubbled chin. "The little guy has a loud voice. This is quite a grand ceremony."

This is definitely not a formation that an ordinary Grade A sword would have, because this "sword chant" has traveled nearly ten thousand miles and still has some momentum!

At this moment in Xia Chong Zhai, everyone's attention was focused on Concubine Zhao Lingfei.

As time passed, at a certain moment, Zhao Lingfei's aura was at its peak, and then she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if she had finally overcome some difficult hurdle.

Afterwards, the divine aura flowing through her body merged into her skin as if sinking into the water, and the glow on her skin gradually faded.

After a while, the autumn-eyed woman's breathing began to stabilize, and her stiff hands, which had been trying to relax, began to move again, actively trying to hold someone's hand...

Concubine Zhao Ling felt the warmth of her husband's hand for a while.

At some point, she stood up gently.

Raise your hand.

Use two fingers to gently twist one end of the ribbon in your hair.

A pull.

The purple ribbon slowly fell.

Three thousand strands of black hair fell like a waterfall.

The purple air scattered, swirled violently, and condensed in an instant.

Ding Dong——!

Accompanied by a crisp sound like water dripping on rock.

Above the right shoulder of the woman with autumn eyes.

A purple sword hangs upside down.

It's called bamboo horse.

A childhood sweetheart.