Zhao Rong felt like he was listening to a foreign language.

Is this something a normal young woman can do?

He suddenly became angry.

It's fine that Jian Ling is being Versailles every day, after all, he is old and likes to brag about his past achievements. Zhao Rong chose to laugh it off, but what the hell is going on with you, a little girl, being so "versatile"?

Do you want me to respect the elderly and love the young?

Gui laughed so hard that he almost couldn't straighten his back, and tried to make his tone more serious, "Mr. Zhao, do you want to teach her a lesson? This little girl actually dared to show off in front of Mr. Zhao..."

Zhao Rong had a blank expression on his face and didn't really want to pay attention to it.

The two of them were now standing in the square, one in front and one behind.

He was in the front, looking back, he saw this little girl with missing front teeth who entered Fuyao at the fourth and a half level, and felt that she was difficult to deal with.

Xiaoyu continued to confide in her big brother:

"...As for how many times this somewhat strange set of exercises has been performed, well, strictly speaking, this set of exercises cannot be counted in times. If you want to know why not, well, Mr. Zhao, let me explain it to you in detail..."

Young Master Zhao quickly waved his hand and said, "Forget it, forget it. Let's not use it."

At this moment, he just wanted to send this little girl away immediately.

So Mr. Zhao seemed to have something urgent to do and turned around absentmindedly looking around.

He said calmly: "This question..."

Xiaoyu nervously answered: "Master Zhao, does that mean I don't pass this question?"

She pursed her lips, "But I really don't have any questions to ask about cultivation."

Someone pretended to sigh, shook his head, and said calmly: "It's okay, it's okay, you passed this question."

Xiaoyu's eyes lit up, and then they lit up again, "Thank you, Mr. Zhao, but... um, I seem to have a problem."

"Why is there another problem?" Zhao Rong's face changed, but he quickly returned to normal. He patiently asked curiously, "Oh? What's the problem?"

Xiaoyu was a little embarrassed and said, "Actually, you asked me, and I just thought of it. I didn't think much about it before. I always thought that cultivation is just about practicing, then breaking through, and then continuing to practice, over and over again. Isn't it that simple?"

Zhao Rong smiled and nodded, "Yeah."

Seeing this, Xiaoyu was somewhat encouraged, and nodded seriously with his arms crossed, "Well, now I remember what Sister Xiu'er said before, and I have a little doubt..."

"Sister Xiu'er mentioned that there are nine grades of golden elixirs. The ninth grade golden elixir has nine cracks on it. The higher the grade, the fewer cracks there are. Then in the golden elixir realm... can't we forge a golden elixir without a single crack? Perfect, isn't it beautiful? Wow, we'll be invincible!"

The little girl clenched her fist and waved it, but then she scratched her head and asked in confusion:

"It seems that no one has ever mentioned this. Is it impossible or why? Do you know, Mr. Zhao?"

Zhao Rong thought about it and really wanted to point at his face and say seriously... Is this something I can understand?

But if you really do this, it would be too revealing.

I’m afraid Xiaoyu will run back and tell her sister Xiu’er…Mr. Zhao is good in every way except that he is a bit of a figurehead.

How can this be tolerated?

Zhao Rong sighed and shook his head pretending to be impressed. "Good question."

He glanced at Xiaoyu's face, which was full of expectation and a hint of admiration, and quickly shouted in his heart:

"Stop laughing, it's time to work!"

Gui Zheng laughed so hard that his stomach hurt. He waved his hands and said, "Wait, what does this have to do with me? The girl asked you this."

"Oh, neither do you."

"You wouldn't!"

"Oh, if you don't know, just tell me. I won't ask."

Gui Aojiao said: "Nonsense! Who said I can't do it? Boy, let me tell you, explain it to her like this..."

The sword spirit chuckled and taught Zhao Rong a few words.

The latter nodded.

He felt that his sword spirit was actually quite easy to get along with...

At this time, Xiaoyu looked at Mr. Zhao eagerly, only to see him think for a moment, then smiled calmly, "I... know a little bit."

The little fish standing in the grid leaned back slightly and took a breath.

'Know a little bit' again? Just now, the young master said that he knew 'a little bit' about hopscotch, which had already made her dumbfounded.

Zhao Rong smiled and said, "What realm is after the Golden Core Realm?"

Xiaoyu immediately said: "Half-step Yuanying."

"What is the state of a half-step Yuanying?"

"The golden elixir shattered along the sky mark, like a broken hard-boiled egg, about to break, and the appearance of the Dao Yuanying contained in it cannot be seen. I heard... it is the realm of cultivating the mind."

Zhao Rong nodded, looked at Xiaoyu, and smiled without saying a word.

Why don't you say anything, sir?

Xiaoyu was stunned and looked at Zhao Rong in confusion for a while, then suddenly seemed to realize something.

"I understand, Master! Are you saying that if it is a perfect golden elixir without a sky mark, it cannot be broken and enter the state of a half-step Nascent Soul? This is also the Nascent Soul that does not exist in the mountain with a perfect golden elixir!?"

The little girl suddenly realized that what she had just said was the enlightenment of Master Zhao.

Zhao Rong smiled.

Xiaoyu had always liked to sneak a peek at Zhao Rong's face from time to time for some reason. At this moment, Zhao Rong gave her some light words to enlighten her...

With the blessing of both, the little girl tilted her head back and looked at Zhao Rong's fair face and calm expression.

Her eyes widened and sparkled.

Well, the young master is amazing, and he is still...still doing well...

Xiaoyu swallowed the word "look" at the end. When she saw Zhao Rong's eyes on her, her heart started beating faster and she realized it later and quickly looked away.

The little girl lowered her head, her eyes somewhat evasive.

She looked at the squares on the ground and said softly, "Sir, I... I moved forward one square."

Her voice was very low, and after she finished speaking, she jumped forward a step.

In the same square as Zhao Rong.

A bit crowded.

Zhao Rong nodded indifferently, "Yeah."

At the same time, he took a step back to make some room for the little girl.

Xiaoyu found that she was now very close to this Young Master Zhao. He was right in front of her, tall, blocking most of her vision, like... a thick mountain.

The little girl looked down at the embroidered shoes that Sister Xiu'er bought for her, and then for some reason, she suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Well, maybe it's because she knows that Mr. Zhao is giving her an easy win. The game rule of 'advancing one level for each answer' is obviously giving her a easy win.

It’s just strange that the little girl didn’t feel embarrassed just now, but now she starts to feel embarrassed.

She didn't know why either.

Anyway, I just felt weird.

At this moment, the little girl in front of him who suddenly became shy was only one square away from reaching the finish line.

…

Zhao Rong rubbed his face, and then remembered the mirror he had silently looked at once in the hall when he took out clothes from the Sumeru object and put on them before leaving, and the 'person' in the mirror.

He looked at Xiaoyu and nodded, "Ask a question that will give you extra points."

"Oh, oh."

The little fish nodded its head as if pecking at rice and waited with bated breath.

However, after a while, there was still no voice from the young man in front of him.

The little fish, which had been lowering its head, then quietly raised its head and wanted to take a look at someone's face again.

Zhao Rong suddenly asked: "Am I handsome?"

Xiaoyu's face turned red instantly.

She was still standing on one leg while jumping over the grid a second ago, but now she staggered back two steps.

The little fish hurriedly steadied himself, then without saying a word, turned around and ran away.

A little girl's face is rosy.

Just like the red pomegranate seeds in autumn, crystal clear and red, you can squeeze out the juice just by pinching it...

“…”

Standing there, Zhao Rong opened his mouth slightly, staring blankly at the direction where Xiaoyu ran away, somewhat speechless.

No, why are you running?

He turned around and looked behind him, but there was nothing scary.

Gui held back his laughter, "What else could it be? The little girl's face has become as red as an apple. Tsk tsk."

It sighed and said, "Zhao Rong, as expected, you won't let go of even such a small one."

Zhao Rong frowned and then let go, not wanting to pay attention to it.

He raised his hand and rubbed his face, muttering to himself: "What are these little girls thinking about now? This young master is asking very seriously, okay? By the way, is this new face really handsome..."

Zhao Rong's tone was helpless.

Gui was also amazed at this time, "Zhao Rong, you have indeed become more handsome."

The tone is firm.

It also saw it when Zhao Rong looked in the mirror before leaving the hall just now.

Well, the Sword Master is much more pleasing to the eye than before, and the purple sword spirit that had worked hard to train the Sword Master is very pleased.

Finally, it is no longer ordinary and it is safe to walk on. It can also attract people to look back.

For example, Xiaoyu just now, while talking to Zhao Rong, kept stealing glances at Zhao Rong's face from time to time.

The little girl might have thought that her behavior had not been discovered, but such a young girl could not hide the truth on her face, and it all fell under the eyes of Zhao Rong and the sword spirit who was watching.

It just hasn't been revealed yet.

But Gui still felt that the little girl's reaction seemed a little too big, as if... she had never seen a handsome man before.

It is said that the land is blessed with beautiful scenery and is rich in beauties.

The people of Lidi inherited the tall and handsome bloodline of the ancient Li clan, so there should be no shortage of handsome men and beautiful women.

Zhao Rong and Gui have become accustomed to seeing this in Dali these days.

So logically, the girl named Xiaoyu shouldn't make such a fuss.

Although this little girl is missing two front teeth and is still short and thin and underdeveloped, her beauty lies in her bones, not in her skin. In the eyes of the two men, they can already tell that she is a beauty.

Zhao Rong was also somewhat puzzled. "Could it be... that I am so handsome that these girls can't control themselves? Eh, am I finally going to have to endure this kind of trouble... It's really a headache."

As he spoke, he reached out his hand with regret and sorrow, and touched his fair, thin, handsome face.

Return: “…”

Zhao Rong took out another bronze mirror from the Sumeru object and looked down at it.

These were still the facial features that he was once quite familiar with, but the appearance was completely different.

The difference is not that his appearance has changed, but... he has become more handsome.

An intuitive feeling.

But at first glance, he could still recognize that this face was Zhao Rong's.

So familiar yet strange.

Zhao Rong observed carefully and soon found something strange.

His original facial features were not ugly, but after being put together, his appearance became somewhat ordinary.

And now, Zhao Rong's facial features seemed to have been retouched, becoming even more handsome and perfect.

The proportions of the facial features have also changed, making the combination more harmonious and unified.

The sword-like eyebrows, star-like eyes, and straight nose are matched just right, and the lips are also healthy and rosy...

He has the heroic spirit of a seven-foot-tall man, yet is delicate and rugged, just right.

The curves of the entire face at the edges have also been re-outlined to be exquisitely smooth.

Coupled with the 'freshly baked' fair skin.

Handsome and heroic.

All that.

It is like a roughly carved statue that has been taken over by a sensitive and talented sculptor and carefully designed while retaining some elements.

Like it had been reshaped.

Handsome conforms to self-consciousness and...a certain harsh aesthetic.

Gui said, "Zhao Rong, your new face is indeed nice, but it is not the most handsome man I have ever seen."

Zhao Rong thought for a moment and said with a smile: "Then I'll take it as a compliment? Wait, you're not going to add that the most handsome man you've ever seen... is actually the Great Sword Spirit himself, right?"

Gui curled his lips and didn't explain his guess which was far off the mark.

It took another look at Zhao Rong's pleasing face and added:

"And now it seems to me that you are indeed handsome and distinctive in this photo. You are handsome but heroic, not the kind of androgynous and feminine handsomeness that can compete with women. Well, it's pretty good."

Zhao Rong blinked. If the sword spirit had said this before, then it was probably trying to stimulate him with yin and yang.

But now.

Well, this is the first time in his life that he has been praised like this by someone other than himself, and by a picky and sharp-tongued sword spirit at that.

Zhao Rong was about to say something modest, but Gui suddenly said:

"So, this is not right, this is very wrong."

Zhao Rong subconsciously replied, "What's wrong?"

The sword spirit said firmly: "Logically, it is impossible for you to become handsome."

Zhao Rong: “…”