In the hall, Zijian's childhood sweetheart was being chased by Qingmei.

The woman with autumn eyes did not look at the two little guys. Facing Zhao Xifu's sudden question, she chuckled and shook her head.

She is already content.

The shopkeeper nodded and said nothing more.

Zhao Rong glanced at his wife's calm expression again, relaxed his brows, and remained calm.

When others saw this, they also did not suspect anything.

At this time, Concubine Zhao Ling, with a calm face, suddenly smiled and took the initiative to say to Zhao Rong:

"Brother Rong'er, childhood sweetheart can't catch up with childhood sweetheart."

Zhao Rong was puzzled.

This sentence without any reason also left everyone confused for a moment.

Zhao Xifu nodded.

He looked very interested and said:

"I saw it, but not completely. This little fellow looks very energetic. The magical power he hides is not like that of an ordinary first-class sword. The specific rank... Miss Zhao, are you willing to tell your uncle? What kind of food has God given you to eat?"

Zhao Rong was thoughtful after hearing this… He had mentioned the level of Grade A swords before. The upper limit of a flying sword, or its rank, depends on the innate magical power.

And what Shopkeeper Zhao meant by "God's gift"... was he referring to the strangeness hidden in the cup of wine that was probably a gift from the Heavenly Dao after he attained enlightenment? Did it allow his wife to "draw" an extraordinary innate magical power?

Before he could be curious for long, Concubine Zhao Ling shook her head and said:

"Why not? Everyone present is our friend. We are all here thanks to Senior Zhao's help tonight..."

Her hair was long like a waterfall, falling to her slender waist. Her three thousand strands of black hair were straight and long, like black and smooth fine silk.

This was a rare third time that Zhao Lingfei's body was tempered by the divine power of the sword laws. Her skin was white and beautiful, and she was dazzling.

If it weren't for the light brown teardrop mole under her left eye, which made the white jade look flawed, then from a distance she would look like a goddess statue made of top-grade white porcelain, exquisite and beautiful.

At this moment, the expression on her pretty face was also calm and generous.

It was just that Princess Zhao Ling spoke kindly of Zhao Xifu and the others, but her autumn eyes were staring at Zhao Rong without any concealment...

It's obviously meant for him to hear.

I saw that my husband's face was becoming more and more curious.

Like a little girl who couldn't wait to share and show her interesting toys to her lover, Zhao Lingfei tucked her long hair behind her ears, stepped forward with her long legs, and came under her childhood sweetheart.

The two little guys were now hovering in the air.

She turned around and smiled at the man in the crowd, with only him in her eyes:

"The new magical power recreated by my childhood sweetheart is a little strange. It seems to be related to... the paradox of 'not being able to catch up with my childhood sweetheart' that my husband just mentioned."

Zhao Lingfei paused, then stretched out her index finger and gently touched the tip of the purple sword.

She closed her eyes and felt for a while, then suddenly said, "Qian'er, draw your sword."

Zhao Qianer nodded without saying a word.

In an instant, before the little girl could even finish nodding her head, a small sword called Qiu Qian appeared above the purple sword hovering in the air. She stabbed bravely, but the next second, it missed.

The bamboo horse is in front of the swing.

The swing chases at high speed.

The bamboo horse is in front of it.

The swing made a soft sound and suddenly accelerated. The only sound it made was the sound of breaking through the air, and no one in the hall could catch it with their naked eyes.

The bamboo horse is still in front of it.

…

This goes on and on, the swing and the bamboo horse chase each other endlessly.

But the childhood sweetheart is always a hair faster than the swing and no matter how hard I try I can never get close to it.

Zhao Qianer's eyes widened, "Miss..."

Concubine Zhao Ling smiled but said nothing.

At first, everyone in the hall thought that it was the childhood sweetheart who was fast, but after seeing the reactions of the two girls, they gradually came to their senses.

The theoretical paradox of 'Yili can't catch up with childhood sweetheart' that Zhao Rong had mentioned before seemed to have reappeared in reality!

The shopkeeper was amazed.

Just as everyone was surprised, the swing, which was also a first-class sword and recorded in the Sanchi Tower of Tai'a Sword Pavilion, suddenly slowed down.

It slowly stopped.

Finally, hover quietly in the air.

The swing was motionless.

The bamboo horse turned slowly and made several circles around it.

Zhao Rong and others thought that it was Zhao Qian'er who was controlling the situation and gave up the chase.

However, the little girl frowned and looked at Zhao Lingfei in shock, "Miss, I... my sword can't move."

When everyone heard this, they realized that this was... done by childhood sweetheart?

For a moment, I was amazed. Could it be the magical power of freezing the body?

Zhao Xifu crossed his arms and looked at his childhood sweetheart quietly for a while, then nodded gently and couldn't help but said:

"Good sword. This little fellow's magical power involves the fundamental law that this little brat just proposed, and has penetrated the essence of the long river of time and space distance? Hiss, God has given you this meal, Zhao girl, this bowl of rice... is really not small."

At this time, the sword spirit in Zhao Rong's heart couldn't help but speak:

"That's right. The sword-forging and body-tempering laws just now are related to special heavenly laws such as the River of Time... What a wonderful sword, it actually involves the two rare areas of time and space. This sword cannot be of the lower grade..."

Zhao Rong's expression changed.

He was also very surprised at the moment.

Zhao Rong stared at the divine aura flowing from Zhuma Sword, and suddenly he blurted out:

"Qing Jun, is this Zhu Ma's innate magical power? Can it...control the continuity and discontinuity of the surrounding space and time?"

When Concubine Zhao Ling heard this, she did not respond immediately.

She squinted her eyes slightly, as if recalling the strange feelings and scenes in Fanxin Lake, and tilted her head slightly:

"Brother Rong'er, what you said is so profound and obscure that I don't quite understand it. Well, just now, I didn't... didn't quite understand it. I can't describe Zhuma's magical power specifically, but I can clearly feel... a certain strange order that can change with my thoughts."

The autumn-eyed woman who was caught slacking off suddenly stretched out her hand, spread out her five slender fingers, and grabbed in the air.

She closed her eyes and turned her head to face a certain direction, as if experiencing a certain...sense of blockage and control.

Zhao Lingfei suddenly said: "The air around here is somewhat obstructed and sticky, like... like water. I can push it away... no, I can 'move' it."

She clenched her five fingers into a fist again.

These words were so mysterious that everyone who heard them was stunned.

Only a shopkeeper with his arms crossed and a certain venomous sword spirit knew what Zhao Lingfei was talking about. This was the water from the long river of time, and it should also be mixed with something related to space... However, neither of them said much.

Zhao Lingfei frowned slightly. "However, it seems that I can only move water nearby. I lose control of the water at a distance. Some of the distant places are like turbulent waterfalls, and some are like calm pools. The water is either fast or slow. It is easy to control and move water in slow-moving places, but it is more difficult for me to control it in places with fast-moving water..."

She couldn't help but glance at everyone. At this moment, there were some words hidden in her heart that she didn't say.

That is... in Zhu Yourong, Yu Huaijin and other places, the water flow is as turbulent as a river or a mountain spring.

But around Li Xueyu, Jia Tengying and others, it was as calm as a blue lake in the mountains.

Zhao Lingfei could easily control the water around the latter two, but it was not difficult for her to "move" the first two.

But that Senior Zhao.

The water around him was like the endless, rushing Li Du River...it was difficult to even stop it.

Afterwards, Concubine Zhao Ling murmured some strange words.

Zhao Rong listened thoughtfully...Although the lady is a 'bad student', these descriptions should be quite appropriate. They are her purely subjective feelings.

This kind of mysterious description, like secret knowledge, should be very precious. Zhao Rong had never seen a similar description in any book before, and he gained some knowledge tonight.

In addition, when he thought about his wife having such an adventure, even the calm and composed Zhao Rong couldn't help but feel very happy.

That shopkeeper Zhao said that God gave his wife a lot of rice, but in fact he felt that the rice in his bowl was not too little, just soft...

Afterwards, Zhao Rong listened to Zhao Lingfei's description for a while, asked some questions in the middle, and gradually figured out Zhuma's new strange magical power.

At this moment, Zhao Rong nodded and concluded:

"That's it. According to what I said before, time and space cannot be divided infinitely. Otherwise, not only will I never catch up with my childhood sweetheart, but all movement will become impossible. Therefore, time and space are not completely continuous..."

He paused, because he saw Qingjun trying hard to frown her beautiful eyebrows again, as if she was trying her best to understand... Well, based on Zhao Rong's familiarity with her, this effort and best effort was probably useless.

Zhao Rong had no choice but to change his words:

"Okay, if you understand it this way, under normal circumstances, if you don't affect the 'water' around you, a sword that is faster than your childhood sweetheart can catch up with your childhood sweetheart, which is also normal and reasonable."

"But now, Qingjun, you can use the magical power of Zhuma to control and move 'water' within a certain range around you, so that time and space can be infinitely divided. Therefore, no matter how fast the sword is, it can't catch up with Zhuma. It will take countless time to cross this infinitely divided distance. All of these are at your control, and..."

Zhao Rong glanced at the swing next to Zhao Qian'er that had just stopped moving.

He continued to help the "bad student" lady sort out her thoughts:

"And Qingjun, if you use this magical power to a certain extent, you should be able to make anyone or anything within a certain range of your body stand still, just like you just did with the swing. However, this ability should depend on your control over 'water' and should also be related to your spiritual energy cultivation..."

“Hmm… Hmm…”

Concubine Zhao Ling listened to her husband's profound and simple insights and nodded frequently. She felt that he was so familiar with it after just listening to her description once, as if he was the owner of her childhood sweetheart, and he spoke very clearly.

Well, that’s right, what’s hers is actually his.

Concubine Zhao Ling looked at Zhao Rong.

A beautiful smile.

"Hey, don't be distracted." Zhao Rong glanced at the woman who seemed to be in a daze, and tried to tap her head with his finger, but it missed.

Zhao Lingfei seemed to have not moved, still standing there. She blinked, "Brother Rong'er, I was also tempered by the sword law you just talked about. Hmm, now I seem to be the same as my childhood sweetheart..."

A certain Zhao Rong deliberately did not ask her and followed her husband's lead. They tacitly agreed that within a certain distance that no one could touch the hem of her skirt.

Zhao Rong: “…”

My goodness, how can I bully her from now on?

After complaining in silence for a while, he nodded and glanced at his wife who was smiling like a flower.

Zhao Rong said "Oh" calmly, and then in an instant, Zhao Lingfei, with a strong desire to survive, stretched out her hand, took the initiative to hold the hand of her "vindictive" husband, and gave him a flattering smile.

Zhao Rong glared at her, pulled his hand back, shook his head and continued:

"As for the rapids in the distance, don't worry about it for now. You have just mastered this magical power, so you can explore it slowly."

Concubine Zhao Ling nodded seriously.

Tonight's dinner had actually ended, but attracted by the series of adventures and rare events that had happened before, everyone had not left for the time being.

Hearing Zhao Rong's summary of the strange magical powers of the 'Purple Sword', everyone was amazed and spoke to Zhao Lingfei curiously and asked some questions.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps gradually sounded in the alley outside Xia Chong Zhai.

The ensuing noise and commotion gradually grew louder.

Everyone turned around and looked at the closed store door in confusion.

Zhao Xifu looked impatient and raised his little finger to pick his ear.

Sure enough, soon someone outside the door seemed to take the lead and walked towards the door of Xia Chong Zhai store and spoke loudly.

"Excuse me, is Manager Zhao from Xia Chong Zhai here?"

The hall in Xia Chong Zhai was quiet for a moment.

Zhao Rong rolled up his sleeves and said nothing.

Everyone exchanged glances.

Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Qian'er looked at each other, the former frowned and apologized to everyone:

"Just now... Zhu Ma actually chanted the sword intentionally, and it seems to have attracted quite a few people... It seems that today's dinner can only end here, Mr. Zhu, Miss Yu, Xiao Xiao Miss... If there is nothing else, then let's go. We can only wait until Brother Rong'er returns from Dali next time, and then we can find an opportunity to get together again."

Zhu Yourong, Yu Huaijin and others naturally agreed and nodded and stood up.

Su Xiaoxiao, who had been well-behaved and quiet for a long time, lowered her head, said "oh" softly, stood up and followed the close Mr. Zhu.

But she seemed like a fool, walking forward with her head down, and bumped into the back of Zhu Yourong who was walking slowly. She let out an "ah" foolishly, then stepped back timidly and slowly followed Mr. Zhu.

Zhu Yourong and others did not pay attention to the condition of the little fox demon.

However, a student named Zhao glanced at Xiao Xiao calmly...

At this time, the inquiring voice from outside the door was repeated again.

A shopkeeper stood up and cursed:

"Can't you see the shop is closed? I'm going to sleep with my wife. Why are you yelling so late at night? Only old bachelors like you who can't find wives like to hang around. Damn it..."

The bachelors outside the door... not the people: "???"