Bang————!

When the sound of banging on the door sounded, before he could react, Qingjun's familiar coquettish voice suddenly appeared in his ears.

He suddenly turned his head and spoke subconsciously.

"Qingjun. ”

I saw that the door was open at this moment, Qingjun was carrying a red lacquer brocade box, standing slim in the threshold, her expression was panicked for a moment, but after seeing him turn his head and exclaim, Qingjun's chest rose and fell violently, and it seemed to be a big sigh of relief.

It's just that her reddish eyes still made Zhao Rong's heart cramp for a moment, he opened his mouth to say something, but Qingjun didn't give him time to react, he had already turned his head with a cold face, and her pair of autumn water phoenix eyes shot out a sharp light like an ice pick, stabbing straight at Yu Huaijin next to the stone table.

Yu Huaijin hadn't been distracted from the other people in the courtyard since she turned around to meet Concubine Zhao Ling's cold eyes, and her attention was all focused on this stunning woman who rushed through the door and was sharp.

Yu Huaijin grabbed the hand behind the back of the ring ruler, and the other hand, the forearm was placed horizontally, in front of the abdomen, and the small hand that had been hidden in the wide sleeve was revealed for the first time, it was a clenched fist, like a dazzling white jade.

At this moment, the east fence of the road is within the small building.

Two odd women.

A tall and cold one stood in front of the door.

A short, thin one stood in the middle of the court.

The two looked at each other.

A pair of chills.

A pair of waves are rising.

But the momentum is equal, and no one is willing to back down.

The atmosphere in the small building of the east fence briefly froze, like a pool of water that gradually froze in the cold winter moon.

And the coldest piece of ice, Zhao Rong felt, was the sight of Qingjun and Yu Huaijin colliding together like lightning that caught him off guard.

The courtyard was quiet, and everyone's attention fell on these two-for-tat and sword-rattling women.

Zhao Rong's open mouth gradually closed, and he wanted to shout: "Lady help, be careful of this demon girl!"

But when I think about it, no, no.

In addition to not having anything delicious to drink for him, Yu Huaijin also ate a cucumber from him and didn't let him go, he didn't seem to abuse him much, eh, does the painting count?

But if you shout "Lady stop" now, it will definitely be more inappropriate, not to mention whether it will cause a misunderstanding and make Qingjun think that he is shielding his lover, Qingjun is now standing up for him, calling her to retreat, which will make the lady aggrieved and cold.

The other people in the courtyard didn't have such troubles as Zhao Rong, but they didn't dare to speak out, and their reactions were different.

Jia Tengying squatted in the vegetable field, but a rough man shrunk his head and hid behind a cabbage plant at the moment, and cautiously looked at the strange and good-looking woman at the door, this should be the best-looking woman he has seen on the mountain so far.

Jia Tengying's eyes were timid, and he only felt that this woman, who made him ashamed of himself in terms of clothes and appearance, was like a Qingfeng three-foot sword that was about to be unsheathed, just like the poems he had read, and the next moment he was going to be angry and cold in the sky.

Jia Tengying's eyebrows gathered, and he looked at Yu Huaijin with an anxious expression, seeing that her expression seemed to be still calm, he breathed a sigh of relief, and for some reason, he also calmed down a little.

On the other side, Fan Yushu had nothing to worry about, he sat behind the stone table, buried his head in the stack of books, revealing a bright eye, looking at the two women on the field who were looking at each other with relish.

He turned his head and looked at Concubine Zhao Lingfei expectantly, brother and sister cheers......

Zhao Rong couldn't think of any suitable words for a while, he turned his eyes and turned his gaze to the senior brother Li Jinshu who was standing outside the door.

However, before they could exchange glances, one of the two women in the center of the audience had already spoken.

Yu Huaijin suddenly said: "You are Concubine Zhao Ling of Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion?"

Zhao Lingfei was too lazy to answer her words, and seeing that she dared not withdraw the ritual array that bound Brother Rong'er, Zhao Lingfei stepped out directly.

This step is that the vision is very horizontal.

In the center of the courtyard, in the white porcelain bowl placed on the ground, the calm water suddenly ripples from the center, circle after circle, at the same interval.

Circular ripples emerge through the bowl and dissipate into the air.

At the same time, between Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Rong and the others at the stone table, the originally empty courtyard space, the air suddenly became dense.

Zhao Lingfei was like a humanoid ice cube in a piece of syrup, and this humanoid silhouette formed three fingers around her body, waving wrinkles blocked by water waves.

Concubine Zhao Lingfei felt this invisible obstacle that rejected her, and tried to unconsciously distort her straight forward pace, her long eyes narrowed slightly, and the aura in her body turned suddenly, rushing back and forth in the eight veins and twelve canons of the strange meridians like a great river, and it had already poured thousands of miles in an instant.

In the small world in the body, the "Spiritual Energy River" washes the "meridian river", and the thousands of waves that collide are slapping on the shore and rising straight up to the green clouds.

Dome Heart Lake, in the lotus pond, the green lotus bloomed slightly, and the flying sword Qingmei hidden in it, a sword roared, resounding through the small world in the body.

The snow-white waves that rushed up to the sea of clouds were the purest aura droplets, and in the sound of the sword, a green plum phantom was faintly born in each wave droplet.

Thousands of green plums are not raining down with the water drops and clouds, but they are the swords that bloom, and they go straight to the sky in an instant, like heavy rain pouring down to the sky.

Piercing the dome and coming out.

In front of the small building of the East Fence, in Zhao Lingfei's body, in an instant, a snow-white sword light shot out, and the sword qi around her body was flourishing, and the three-finger distance outline that was originally highlighted in the "dense air" soared by three feet, as if the giant's body had expanded several times.

At the stone table, Yu Huaijin frowned slightly, and stopped talking.

Just the next second.

Zhao Lingfei took another step, and for some reason, this step directly crossed more than half the distance, and she was about to reach the stone table.

In the white porcelain bowl in the center of the courtyard, the water surface that was originally only rippling suddenly jumped and turned, and the light red sake boiled like boiling hot water.

Yu Huaijin didn't like it in her heart, her brows relaxed, her figure disappeared in front of the stone table, and the next moment, she appeared in the center of the courtyard, and the white porcelain bowl that was originally placed on the ground had been smoothly held in her hand.

Yu Huaijin looked down at the water in the bowl and said softly:

"The lake and autumn moon are harmonious, and the surface of the lake has no goggles and is not polished. ”

Words follow the law.

A line of poetry appeared in the air, the one that came out of her mouth.

This neatly arranged line of poetry, in an instant, is like a pearl that has been stripped of its lines, and one word by one it falls into the bowl.

Jingle ————

Large beads and small beads fall on the jade plate.

The surface of the water, which was boiling a second ago, calmed down in an instant as the last "pearl" sank into the water.

Yu Huaijin was holding a bowl, and there was a round of "Autumn Moon" in the bowl, she raised her head and looked at Concubine Zhao Lingfei with a face like a flat lake.

I saw that Concubine Zhao Lingfei didn't know when she shrank back to the gate of the courtyard.

Not an inch has been made.

Seeing this, Concubine Zhao Lingfei chuckled, she suddenly raised her hand, stretched out her fingers, and gently tapped the steps between the green silks.

In an instant, the purity that had been swinging suddenly exploded.

Purple air filled the entire east fence in a flash.

The entire outside of the ritual array was covered with purple qi.

At a certain moment, the purple qi stagnated for a moment somewhere in the large array, and gradually penetrated.

Zhao Lingfei's eyes narrowed, her heart moved, and the handleless small sword suddenly appeared beside her, and immediately, it appeared at the loophole.

Ding————!

A strange sound dissipated from nowhere.

It's like a mirror being shattered.

Zhao Lingfei took the third step and was already standing beside Zhao Rong.

She looked at Yu Huaijin.

I saw that the old-fashioned woman was staring down, and in her hand, the white porcelain bowl was broken.