An abandoned ruin covered with Jiutian Hangong flowers.

We welcomed the second figure of the day.

A man holding a sword, dressed in green, came here leisurely.

At the entrance to the ruins, he did not go in immediately, but twisted a Jiutian Hangong flower between his fingers, turned his head with interest, and looked at the slender back of the "interesting girl" who brought him here.

The man holding the sword imitated a certain brat and muttered "We'll meet again somewhere in life", then he tightened the sword in his arms, turned around with a smile, and walked into the ruins.

He was dressed in very bright green clothes, and was walking between ancient and deserted ruins. Along the way, the man with the sword stopped and changed his route from time to time, avoiding some interesting but strange forbidden places.

Soon, he arrived near the center of the ruins.

The shore of a hot spring pool.

The flowers of Jiutian Hangong on the grass beside the hot spring are blooming particularly lushly.

Looking down from the sky, the moon-like glowing Jiutian Hangong flowers look like bright jade plates.

A crystal pavilion is located between these large and small "jade plates", crystal clear and shining.

Inside the pavilion, there was a tall woman sitting at a crystal table.

This time, she came as promised, her body was transparent and invisible, she was wearing a floor-length cyan palace dress, the waist of the dress was extremely slender.

The tall woman held in one hand a common Jiutian Hangong flower, the same one that Li Bai had.

The other hand seemed to be placed on the table, and the sleeve slid down the transparent and delicate arm.

She was supporting her head with the back of her hand, staring straight ahead silently, waiting quietly.

Those who live alone are either wild beasts or gods.

The temperament of the tall woman in the pavilion fits perfectly with this ancient and quiet relic. She seems to blend into the environment even without saying a word.

The man who had come to the appointment with a sword came to a place not far from the pavilion and looked at the tall woman who was still the same as before.

That was the case the last time I saw her.

His temperament is noble and dignified, quiet and majestic, like a lonely and profound king.

Or it may be said that it is.

However, the last time we met was on another continent.

At that time, he also went to the appointment with a sword, and she came to keep the appointment.

However, the "Li" in the pavilion before him was the last time he met her in the image of an ordinary female cultivator from Yunmeng Island, and he had never seen her true face.

And this time, she came with two bright moons.

Li Bai did not enter the pavilion, but stood outside, holding his sword and smiling:

"Damn it, it's such a hassle to see you once."

The tall woman didn't waste any time reminiscing about the past, she just raised her transparent hand from under her wide sleeves.

She reached towards the man holding the sword in the pavilion and gently grabbed him through the air.

In an instant, the sword in Li Bai's arms, which he had carried with him for countless days and nights, rose into the air and flew into the crystal pavilion.

Li Bai did not stop him.

It seemed to be expected and not surprising.

Inside the crystal pavilion, a tall woman held a sword with an ancient character engraved on the blade.

Hold with one hand horizontally.

The eyebrows are placed flat and high.

She seemed to be staring at the sword silently.

A pure white sword energy like moonlight overflowed from the scabbard, along the woman's transparent hand, along her arm, and slowly spread upwards. It was in the shape of an ancient sword pattern, spreading along her forearm all the way into the luxurious blue-gold sleeves...

For a moment, the pure white moonlight sword energy outlined the general contour of her transparent slender hand.

Without the sword, Li Bai still hugged his chest out of habit.

At this moment, he was standing outside the pavilion, quietly watching the scene inside the pavilion where the tall woman and the sword were having a strange reaction.

This sword and its strange sword energy seemed to be very close to her.

This scene was just like the old Qing Jun who took four years to reach the Heaven Realm, trying to draw the sword again and again...

However, this time, the sword in the hands of this transparent woman did not cause her any pain or anything like that...

At the same time, the crescent-shaped glazed dome above the ruins became faintly brighter.

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(According to the opinions of book friends, the following chapter contains a part of the sequel to Su Xiaoxiao's "My House is in Qiantang, My Concubine's Surname is Su", which has nothing to do with the current main text and can be skipped.)

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Li Du, a small solitary mountain.

In the early morning, in the bamboo house where Zhao Rong and Su Xiaoxiao stayed, a scene of a beautiful woman was being played out...

About one stick of incense later.

Zhao Rong had a hard time coaxing Su Xiaoxiao, who wanted to run away from home and never see Zhao Lang again.

"Wow, you big liar. You can't even play the piano, but you only know how to flatter me with sweet words. Wow, wow, wow..."

Su Xiaoxiao sniffed.

She just felt that this was another major crisis in her short "fox life". She was deceived by Zhao Rong and mistakenly entered a den of thieves, and there was no way she could escape anymore.

I met the wrong person, wuwuwu.

Zhao Rong looked ashamed and a little embarrassed.

He looked at the little girl who was about to cry and took a step forward.

While holding her, he rubbed her little head.

Su Xiaoxiao ignored him at first, but later she snuggled in her lover's arms.

Not long.

Seeing that it was getting late, Zhao Rong had been accompanying Xiao Xiao for the entire morning.

He coughed lightly, hinting at something.

Su Xiaoxiao pretended not to hear.

Zhao Rong said directly: "Okay, Xiaoxiao, the game is over, we should get down to business."

Su Xiaoxiao tilted her head, "What's the matter?"

"What business?"

"What what what business?"

"..." Zhao Rong opened his mouth and stopped making nesting dolls.

The little fox demon continued to nest dolls, mumbling: "If you don't talk about serious matters, how should I know something about something..."

Zhao Rong was speechless. "Stop, stop, stop beating around the bush. Your tongue is getting tangled."

Before, she forced him to get up and study, but she also agreed to many requests without thinking.

For example... after reading the book.

She promised to do needlework for Zhao Rong.

At this moment, in the wooden house in the bamboo forest, in front of the desk.

Zhao Rong hugged Su Xiaoxiao in his arms to prevent her from running away.

He hugged her from behind, and they sat on top of each other on the chair.

Zhao Rong glanced at the jade flute in the hand of the beautiful woman in his arms, blinked, and whispered in her ear:

"Well, I heard that someone has learned a new instrument and is very talented in music theory. How about I teach you a new instrument as well?"

Su Xiaoxiao: “…”

Zhao Rong smiled brightly.

A little fox demon who only wanted to be a talented woman and be proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting felt something was wrong.

She hesitated, "What...what instrument?"

Zhao Rong held the chubby girl tightly in his arms, lowered his head, and put his lips around her small and delicate soft white earlobe. He sucked it lightly, blew a breath of hot air on it, and then sucked it hard again.

Some noises broke the tranquility in the quiet study room illuminated by the early morning sun.

…

The beautiful woman in his arms trembled, and then she struggled, but she only used some symbolic strength.

Soon she fell limp in Zhao Rong's arms.

Zhao Rong held her tighter again.

It has a lingering sweet taste, light and refreshing, with a hint of milk flavor.

Just like taking a milk bath, without wiping it off, a woman's skin is naturally immersed in the wonderful feeling of the skin.

I enjoy it.

This was the familiar smell of Su Xiaoxiao's sweat.

Zhao Rong's nose was still filled with her pleasant body scent.

I don’t know if this silly girl’s body is the natural charm of the fox clan, or the talent to serve men in accordance with their preferences.

Or maybe she is naturally beautiful and has a natural beauty, and is the most wonderful person in the world.

The small and delicate body was like a cup of magic potion that seduced Zhao Rong into committing a crime and made him burn.

Zhao Rong just hugged it, smelled it, and tasted it, and he was reluctant to leave and just wanted more.

This stupid little fox demon is simply so greedy that he wants to kill people.

The most important thing is that she always looks innocent and stupid, shouting "No, no, take it away, take it away"...

The little fox demon was confused: "Mmmmm...Mmm~"

So he buried his head in the trembling neck again and took a deep breath.

Then he arrogantly put the whole little ear into his mouth, wishing he could suck it into pieces and swallow it.

At the same time, he whispered in Su Xiaoxiao's ear, his words somewhat unclear:

"Young author, if you continue writing, the book will be gone."

“…”

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Linlu Academy.

In a quiet and elegant courtyard full of orchids, the door was pushed open from the inside by a short little girl in a blue page boy's outfit.

Behind the little girl, there was a woman in Confucian clothes, with a scent of bathing incense on her body. She raised her legs and stepped out of the threshold gracefully, holding a neatly stack of papers in her hands, ready to leave Yilanxuan.

"Wait for me, wait for me, sir, wait for me, don't leave yet, let me check you."

Jingzi turned around and saw Zhu Yourong was about to leave, so she quickly closed the gate and took her short legs to chase after him.

After bathing, the lady in Confucian clothes, who had finally put on a piece of clothing that saved fabric after a lot of effort, looked calm. At this moment, she stopped gracefully, turned around and said with a smile:

"Didn't I check it before I went out just now?"

The little girl in blue shook her head and adjusted her hat. "No, no, check again, hum."

The famous orchid lady in the academy tilted her head slightly, looking helpless.

"I was invited by Huai Jin to give extra lessons to the students of Ruxing Hall. Today they have finished the etiquette test of the academy, and in a few days they will take the calligraphy test."

Jingzi tilted her head, puffed her lips and squinted her eyes at the sincere woman in Confucian clothes, and nodded, "Well, I know, what do you want to explain?"

Zhu Yourong: "..."

The woman in scholarly robes suddenly burst into laughter, covered her mouth with one hand, and couldn't help but reach out with the other hand to touch the cute head of her little servant boy with his hat on.

Jingzi dodged it very experiencedly.

"You can't touch my head anymore, sir. You can't touch my head anymore. Humph, it's all your fault. I'm even shorter than that weak little fox demon in the mansion next door."

Zhu Yourong nodded helplessly, holding the stack of manuscripts, and spread his hands to the left and right, sighing as if he was helpless about the little book boy.

Jingzi then examined her husband with satisfaction.

She looked around and saw no one around. It was dusk and the area around Yilanxuan was quiet.

So the little book boy in blue stood on tiptoe, moved closer to his teacher, held her slender waist with his little hands, and began to search for a possible letter.

It should be written recently...

The woman in Confucian robes looked at the little girl standing close to her and couldn't help but say:

"You can check, but don't tickle the gentleman, eh..."

Jingzi wrinkled her nose. "Hmph, I have to check carefully. Last time, after you finished writing, you hurried to class and forgot to bind your chest. Luckily, I saw it and stopped you. Um... the scene when you were running... Um, I don't know how 'scary' it was..."

“…”

The jade face of a certain Confucian-clad woman could not help but blush, turned away, and spat softly, "You stinky girl, you still bring it up?"

Jingzi hummed twice with pride, raised her head and glanced at the top of her head, which seemed to be as heavy as a mountain, and also seemed to be the "bulging and tense" place of Tongguan Road within the mountains and rivers.

She thought about it and decided to give up, thinking that it shouldn't be that serious, so she went out under the pretext of checking and explored other places.

Well, Jingzi knew that her husband liked to carry his beloved keepsake close to him.

Moreover, the gentleman did not write a letter in one go, but carried the pen with him. When he felt inspired, he would take it out and carefully write a few words, then curl his lips, turn the pen, and put it away again, waiting for the next sudden inspiration.

It would take her quite a while to write a letter, but she was never in a hurry.

To Mr., life seems to be just like that.

So these days, the little blue-clothed servant who was very familiar with Mr. Zhu's habits and routines discovered something amiss...

At this time, Zhu Yourong glanced at the closed courtyard door and asked casually, "Jingzi, are you going out too? Where are you going?"

The little girl in blue, who was determined to be the last line of defense for the teacher, said without even raising her head, "I'll go to class with you."

"..." Zhu Yourong couldn't help but said, "What's so good about this? You've never followed it before."

The woman in Confucian robes blinked her eyes.

The little girl in blue nodded calmly, "Oh, then I want to go with you today and meet Sister Yu by the way."

Zhu Yourong paused for a moment and then said:

"The students who went to Dali for the assessment haven't come back yet. Their Fengshan assessment should be over. We have to wait for Meng Zhengjun to bring him... back and everyone is together before we can continue with the assessments for other classes."

"Oh, I know, he um they didn't come back, sir, why are you explaining all this to me, is there anything you want to say."

The little book boy in blue raised his head, his big eyes flashing with full of doubt.

The busty lady in someone's mouth: "..."

She choked for a while, and couldn't help but said helplessly: "Then why are you still following me? What is there... to be on guard against?"

Jingzi put her hands on her waist and said confidently, "I'm afraid my heart will drift away and I'll even abandon my smart, well-behaved and lovely book boy and my excellent and sensible sister Yu."

Zhu Yourong had a headache. "Hey, what are you talking about... How is it possible..."

As she spoke, she turned her eyes away.

Jingzi imitated Sister Yu, with a stern face and her hands stretched forward:

"Hand it over quickly so I can check it."

Zhu Yourong bit her lip. In the evening sunset in front of the door, her lips, which were never made up, were red like delicious red cherries, making any man want to take a bite when seeing them.

"What to hand over and what to check?"

"It's a love letter, written to that guy. Don't think I don't know. Let me see what's written in it. Is there anything I shouldn't read?"

“…”

It’s not suitable for you to watch... You mean it’s not suitable for children?

The lady in scholar's robe was speechless for a long time before she shook her head and whispered softly, "No, don't talk nonsense. I am a teacher. Why would I write a letter to my students for no reason?"

Jingzi sighed and said with emotion: "Hey, you also know this, so why did the gentleman knowingly commit the crime?"

Zhu Yourong looked at her, subconsciously tightened the paper in her arms, and said seriously: "I don't have it."

Jingzi glanced at the pile of manuscripts in the gentleman's arms, pressing against his chest, and continued:

"I'm not easy to fool. I'm not that weak and stupid little fox demon from the mansion next door who was fooled around by a scumbag and still talked to him."

Zhu Yourong pinched her nose and shook her head seriously, "Jingzi, you are not allowed to say that about a little girl, and you are not allowed to make such an analogy."

The little girl in blue hugged the hand of the woman in Confucian robes that was pinching her nose, hugged it with both hands, raised her head, and said seriously with her little face:

"Isn't it wrong? Sir, don't think you can deceive Jingzi. Although she is not very tall at the moment, she is smart, well-behaved and cute. She wants to protect you and prevent you from doing stupid things."

Zhu Yourong: "..."