"Gui, what chance do I have of survival this time?"

"Nine points."

"Nine points? Then...what's the full score?"

In a certain heart lake that had already cooled down along with its owner, the gloomy color became brighter again.

"ten."

Gui uttered a word softly, but before the young scholar's rapidly falling heart could ignite hope, he pursed his lips and said, "So, you don't have a single point."

Zhao Rong: “…”

You think you're funny?

"Logically, this old beast should not have survived the fireworks you designed. Even if he reacted in time and stopped the loss immediately, and decisively destroyed a golden elixir that he had cultivated for half his life in exchange for his life, he would still be half alive and half dead."

Gui nodded seriously and said:

"Well, his pitiful appearance as an ugly old servant is reasonable. It's a pity that we were careless before and didn't recognize him. In fact, I didn't expect that he would dare to come here in person for revenge. The key is that he used this weird method..."

"By the way, where did this fourth-grade golden elixir come from? Zhao Rong, the weird method this old beast just used should be a very rare external elixir magic on the mountain. He swallowed the elixir directly and used it to return to the golden elixir realm... This method is really weird."

Zhao Rong said calmly: "I have no chance of survival at all?"

Gui nodded and said directly:

"This is a fourth-grade golden elixir, close to the third-grade golden elixir. It's not some seventh- or eighth-grade miscellaneous elixir. And this old beast is an orthodox Confucian cultivator..."

"Although Zhao Qian'er is a talented sword immortal, she can still fight against Tianzhi realm cultivators by leaping one realm. But it is impossible for her to leap two realms and fight against Jindan realm cultivators. It is wishful thinking."

"Even if Zhao Qian'er and you attack together, neither of them can withstand more than three of his moves. So, there is no chance of survival."

It sighed, paused, and then said:

"Well, this is without any accidents. Haha, but according to my experience, in this kind of dangerous situation, generally qualified sons of luck, daughters of heaven, etc., will have many accidents, such as teachers, sects, senior lovers... Well, in theory, they can all show up in an emergency, save a life, or even help to kill the enemy."

The sword spirit smiled when it said this, as if at this moment, it and Zhao Rong were not facing the desperate situation of being killed by a Jindan realm enemy with one finger.

"Don't you think so, Mr. Zhao?"

“…”

Zhao Rong remained silent, seemingly in deep thought.

Gui said seriously, "Hey, Mr. Zhao, you should have a surprise too, right?"

Zhao Rong spoke this time, but he asked in a serious tone:

“Maybe the master Uncle Xiaobai is not here, the temporary scholar jade wall that can report the danger was cheated away by Zhang Huizhi, and now I only have a maple leaf given by Mr. Yan on my body, which can be regarded as an accident... Gui, are you another accident of mine?”

The sword spirit shook his head. "I cannot leave your Ajna Chakra. I don't have even one ten-thousandth of my original cultivation left. I cannot help you. Zhao Rong, how about we take this opportunity to curse this old beast together before we are wiped out? It will be a relief."

In the lake of heart.

It laughed.

Zhao Rong also started laughing.

This unreliable sword master and sword spirit were at their wits' end and could only try to have fun despite the misery.

Because the only "surprise" they could use was Mr. Yan's maple leaf, and this gentleman who had taken a fancy to Zhao Rong was only in the Jindan realm, which was on par with Qin Jianfu.

The maple leaf he gave as a gift would only last for a while at most.

The young scholar finally laughed and said, "Gui, are you not afraid of death?"

The sword spirit looked down on Jie Ao and said, "I have died once, so why should I be afraid? Anyway, I don't have much hope in you as the sword master, and I am not as romantic as Mr. Zhao, who has so many confidantes. There is nothing to be afraid of!"

"But you, Mr. Zhao, are you afraid when disaster strikes? Do you have any regrets? Do you regret it later?"

The young scholar shook his head calmly: "Fear, regret, remorse, terror... all of them are filling my heart, but all of them combined are not as heavy as another thought in my mind."

The sword spirit smiled and said, "What's your idea?"

The tone of the young scholar was unusually gentle and elegant:

"Even if I die, I will give this old beast a punch."

The sword spirit laughed.

…

Soon, Zhao Rong and Gui's brief exchange in the heart lake was interrupted by the noise outside...

There was total silence in the small courtyard in the bamboo forest.

In front of the tea table, there are young Confucian scholars, young Confucian scholars, and old Confucian scholars.

Sitting or standing, the atmosphere is weird.

Not far from them, there was a girl who wanted to look back and a trembling crystal sword.

Stand still.

The former was squinting his eyes, looking at the old scholar who had suddenly reached the Golden Core Realm.

The girl's eyes were filled with murderous intent and anger.

Only in the north room on one side, the young man who was concentrating on copying a book could still hear the rustling sound of his writing, just as before.

In front of the couch in the courtyard.

Just as Zhao Rong lowered his head, nodded calmly and said "thank you".

The smile on Qin Jianfu's face grew even wider.

Although his once noble and elegant face was melted by the unimaginable flames, his face was a twisted mass of flesh, and even his smile could not be seen clearly, but the continuous "ho ho" sound in his throat proved that he was laughing more and more happily.

Zhao Rong seemed to be oblivious to these external movements.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the food on the table, not knowing what he was thinking.

Qin Jianfu and Zhang Huizhi did not urge him, but just watched him.

At a certain moment, the young scholar sitting on the couch pursed his lips, leaned forward slightly with his upper body straight, took a pair of wooden chopsticks, rubbed them between his palms, then picked up a spicy strip from the plate with the chopsticks, took it with his hands, put it into his mouth, and tasted it with a serious expression.

The movements are elegant and slow.

Take your time.

Qin Jianfu looked at this young scholar with great interest, wondering if he was stalling for time and waiting for an "accident".

If this is what he thought in his mind, he would be even happier.

The old scholar put one hand behind his back and stretched out a finger like a dead branch with the other hand, and pushed the almost empty wine jug on the table towards Zhao Rong.

“How does it taste?”

The old man laughed.

Like a chef who carefully prepares delicious dishes for guests, his tone and eyes are filled with unspeakable anticipation as he looks at the guests tasting the food.

Zhao Rong put down his chopsticks, looked up at him, and nodded while taking a slight breath.

Qin Jianfu smiled and nodded with satisfaction.

“Eat well.”

The young scholar smiled a little embarrassedly, but he was not polite at all. He picked up the wine jug and took a sip as if no one was around.

This is the last meal, but...

Zhao Rong drank the wine in big gulps, put down the wine jug and wiped his mouth. He first stopped the communication in a certain lake in his heart, then he glanced at the wine and the side dishes, and couldn't help muttering with emotion.

He is worthy of being our Confucian predecessor. He is so particular about killing a person.

Quite a bit like those villains who die from nonsense.

However, it is nice to be able to eat the familiar hometown specialty, spicy noodles, in this part of the world.

Well, that’s not too bad.

It’s just a little... not spicy enough.

The young scholar smiled and took a sip of wine.

Afterwards, Zhao Rong took another piece of spicy noodles with chopsticks and tasted it. Then he put down his chopsticks, squinted his eyes slightly, shook the wine pot in his hand at the old scholar who was looking at him, and sighed with regret:

"The wine is spicy enough, it has the taste of Brother Sanbian's hometown, but the spicy strips from your Dawei are not that good, they don't have that flavor."

Qin Jianfu smiled.

"Just eat it."

"Too."

Zhao Rong nodded.

There really won’t be a next time.

Qin Jianfu looked at him, his eyes calm and without any anxiety, and there seemed to be a hint of mockery in the depths of his eyes.

Zhang Huizhi held Zhao Rong's scholar jade disk in his hand, turned his head to look at the scenery outside the courtyard, and held a pot of wine in his other hand.

Zhao Rong picked up two chopsticks again, held them upright, and tapped the table twice to align the chopsticks.

Prepare to eat the remaining spicy strips.

Suddenly, the young scholar seemed to catch a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but look behind Qin Jianfu in surprise.

Qin Jianfu smiled.

Zhao Rong paused with his chopsticks in his hand, and could not help but point behind the old man, saying seriously: "There really is someone there, if you don't believe me, just look."

Qin Jianfu had a 'kind' smile on his disfigured face. He nodded slightly and then looked back cooperatively.

The courtyard behind him was empty. Apart from Zhao Qian'er who was immobilized and her trembling and struggling natal flying sword, there was no other figure.

The old man glanced into the courtyard, but his spiritual sense had already scanned the area within a hundred miles and found nothing unusual. He turned around and looked at Zhao Rong.

"Well, it seems like you've left again. What a pity that you didn't turn back sooner."

The young scholar pretended to sigh and shrugged.

He found a way out. After all, he had to save face, right?

Qin Jianfu just looked at him quietly.

Childish trick.

As if aware of his own boredom, Zhao Rong lowered his eyes and continued to reach for the spicy strips on the plate with his chopsticks.

Qin Jianfu, who was looking at him, curled his lips and shook his head.

And just at that moment when the old man shook his head!

The entire bamboo courtyard suddenly changed, and strange phenomena occurred.

Behind the disfigured old scholar, a young girl turned around, put two slender fingers together, and waved them straight down from right to left at the old man's back.

A ray of snow-white sword energy belonging to the seventh-level Mo Xia.

Soaring into the sky.

In an instant, the sword energy condensed into a thin snow-white line, locked onto the aura of the old Confucian scholar in the fifth level of the Golden Core Realm, and slashed straight towards his hunched back.

The sword energy tore through the space at such a speed that it lost all sound in the air.

From a distance, it looked like a straight sword mark made by a young child with a wooden sword, silently and without any sound.

However, only those who are facing it and being locked by its aura can truly feel its terrifying majesty that belongs only to a seventh-level strong man.

The 'snow-white thin line' seemed to be about to tear apart Qin Jianfu's hunched back in the next second.

The air in the whole place froze.

“Hehe…”

And at this moment, a faint laugh sounded.

There were also some coughing sounds.

Suddenly, the light in the yard dimmed.

The previous silence returned.

The thin white line disappeared.

This seventh-level Mo Xia sword energy that Zhao Qian'er wielded, which made even Nascent Soul cultivators tremble...

Gone.

The back of the disfigured old scholar still remained there.

Safe and sound, not a bit hurt.

At this time, the old man lowered his head and laughed.

The laughter ranged from deep to hoarse.

Getting bigger and bigger.

“Hahahahaha… cough cough cough…”

He had his hand behind his back, holding the pipe.

At some point, a small gray pipe appeared.

After he took out the golden elixir and swallowed it, it was put back and kept hanging on the pipe.

At this moment, the pipe opened with a diameter as wide as the little finger and fell quietly on the old man's skinny palm.

The whole audience was silent.

Under the shocked and desperate gazes.

The ordinary pipe slowly closed, and the few remaining wisps of snow-white sword energy lingered at the mouth of the pipe, and finally dissipated completely with the closing of the mouth of the pipe...

"How...how is it possible."

The final move that almost guaranteed victory was broken silently.

Zhao Qian'er's eyes widened and she couldn't help but take a step back. She murmured in a tone filled with disbelief and great confusion.

The girl's heart sank deeply.

The young scholar, whose tacit cooperation had failed, frowned suddenly and stared at the disfigured old scholar who was laughing and gasping for breath.

"Zhao Rong, something is wrong with this situation. It's very wrong..." came the serious voice of a sword spirit.

The young scholar's heart immediately sank.

This is not just revenge for Zhao Ziyu alone.

Someone wants to kill him...them!