When the first "Qingjun" sounded.

Everyone didn't know who this young Confucian who had just galloped in a few breaths ago was calling.

But when he was eagerly approaching, he was bounced away by the silver-white sword qi, and inexplicably snorted lightly.

A miracle happened.

When the young Confucian rushed again.

The silver-white sword qi that even the Jin Dan Sword Cultivator couldn't advance an inch was trembling with its master.

Flinched.

Don't dare to touch him again.

Just as a young deer meets a tiger coming down the mountain, an antelope sees a hungry wolf slowly circling in circles.

But it didn't take long for everyone to be amazed.

The next moment.

The young Confucian had already stepped forward and grabbed Zhao Lingfei's left hand.

Yes.

That's right.

He held up the ...... It's Concubine Zhao Ling!

He...... What did he do?

Jiang Chebai's undulating chest shrank suddenly, and his mouth suddenly let out a "ho...... Ho...... Ho" inhaled and the protruding eyes were bloodshot.

Ning Ying's eyes widened, and her small mouth opened slightly.

The group of Taiqing Mansion were also dumbfounded, and some even rubbed their eyes.

Many other monks who had been watching the excitement were also watching intently.

At this moment.

The long river of time seems to be in this place under the mountain for a short time.

Everyone on the field froze almost in place.

Time seems to pass very slowly, very slowly,

Even the expression stopped at the last second, let alone the change of mood.

And one of the only two things that's still moving.

It's their slowly turning heads.

The eyes followed the figures of the two handlers on the field.

One in green and one in white.

are connected together.

Everyone's eyes swirled back and forth on Zhao Rong's calm face with a pursed mouth, Zhao Lingfei's unsightly lowered head, and the hands of the two holding together.

Zhao Rong led Concubine Zhao Ling, ignored everyone, and strode forward without squinting.

To leave with his wife.

After Zhao Lingfei was directly grabbed by him from behind, she kept staring down at the domineering big hand.

Except for the slight struggle at first, after being pinched hard by him, she did not resist at all, and followed him step by step.

Zhao Rong is in front, and Zhao Lingfei is behind.

The two of them are like two swimming fish, shuttling through a stagnant river.

The water moved.

The crowd in front of them parted like a reef.

But.

But there were still people who stood still, motionless.

Zhao Rong squinted slightly, tapped his chin, and spit out a sentence in a serious tone:

"Fuck off"

Jiang Chebai was staring at the black and white jade plate on Zhao Rong's waist in a daze.

Hear it at the moment.

He jerked his head up and glared angrily.

But it bumped into Zhao Rong's calm eyes.

Jiang Che stretched his cheeks, his nose trembled, and his eyes stared straight at Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong's eyes were unblinking, and his face was expressionless.

Their eyes collided in the air.

A silent stalemate remained in place.

Zhao Lingfei did not intervene in the stalemate between the two men.

She stood behind Zhao Rong obediently, still looking at the hand held with Zhao Rong, with a stunned expression on her pretty face, not knowing what she was thinking.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Jiang Chebai clenched his fists and gritted his teeth to stare at Zhao Rong's eyes.

In those eyes, from just now to now, there is still the calm of Gujing Wubo......

Time seems to pass like this forever.

It seemed that the two of them were going to stand here forever, reduced to a stone statue.

But.

A certain moment

Under the gaze of Zhao Rong's unwavering eyes.

Jiang Chebai's bloodshot eyes were slightly offset.

Zhao Rong suddenly moved.

led Zhao Lingfei to move forward indomitably.

The pace is extremely fast.

The next second.

The two looked as if they were about to collide.

Jiang Chebai's heart trembled.

The body still subconsciously opened to the side.

Zhao Rong kept walking in front of Jiang Chebai with Concubine Zhao Ling.

Ignoring Jiang Chebai's angry eyes after reacting.

After that, the road has long been awayed by everyone.

Ning Ying and the people from Taiqing Mansion who came with Concubine Zhao Ling, I don't know when, have already given way to the side.

Zhao Rong led Concubine Zhao Ling through without stopping in front of them.

The eyes are different.

Ning Yingyu pinched a strand of hair in front of her shaved shoulders, twisted it gently, and after glancing at Jiang Chebai, whose face was flushed, her beautiful eyes casually, she turned her eyes back and looked seriously at Zhao Rong who was walking in front of her.

Ning Ying lowered her head slightly, bit her lip lightly, and pinched the strand of black hair with her slender hand at will, her beautiful eyes turned up slightly, and she looked at Zhao Rong's side face without blinking, and her eyes gradually lit up.

Senior Sister Yu'er, who was beside her, was looking at Zhao Rong's back with complicated eyes.

She still has an impression of this man who followed them "obscenely" not long ago, with "stupid" eyes, and couldn't help but recall the scene again......

He turned out to be Zhao Lingfei's childhood sweetheart's Confucian husband?

Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei are moving fast.

Soon it was far away.

But everyone still looked at the backs of the two silently.

Until they disappear around the corner.

only to retract their gaze.

It's just that.

For a while, there was still silence on the field.

The monks, who had just wanted to see a lively scene, looked at each other and made eye contact.

After a while, everyone looked at Jiang Chebai with strange expressions.

Jiang Chebai's originally ordinary but fair-skinned face was as red as pork liver at the moment.

His sideburns were disheveled, his eyes were bloodshot, blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, his teeth rattled like in a fight, his red face was covered with sweat, and his fists were white.

Jiang Che's white eyes were still staring at the direction in which Zhao Rong and Concubine Zhao Ling were leaving, not knowing what he was thinking, but at this time, he seemed to feel the playful or pitiful gazes of everyone as if they had seen a joke.

He threw his head back and took a deep breath, his Adam's apple rolling.

Jiang Chebai suddenly turned around, faced the chilling cicada that was thrown to the ground by a certain woman, and slowly walked over.

In the eyes of everyone, his back was shaky.

Tear pull –

When Jiang Chebai walked there and bent down to pick up the chilling cicada, he didn't know what he was going to do, so he actually reached out and grabbed it, pulled it, and tore off the small golden sword embroidery on the right sleeve that symbolized the identity of the law enforcement monk of the Tianya Sword Pavilion Sikou Mansion.

Moment.

The chilling cicada in Jiang Chebai's hand shook the cicada again.

The voice seemed to be more poignant than when it was in Zhao Lingfei's hands not long ago.

The monks looked curious.

It's just that someone frowned slightly, as if he realized something......

Jiang Chebai's face was gray, his eyes were dull, his right hand stood upright, and his left hand was upside down and held the hilt of the white cloth sword.

He and the chilling cicada faced the direction in which Zhao Rong left.

Ning Ying raised her chin slightly and watched, waiting intently.

Many of the monks were upset, and took a few steps forward, their mouths slightly open, but they stopped moving.

At the moment when it was decided to draw the sword.

Jiang Chebai's mind suddenly calmed down completely, and his sword heart stopped shattering.

He laughed miserably.

The next second.

With a strong wrist, he pulled the sword upwards violently......

It's just that.

The sword was not drawn.

Because Jiang Chebai drew his sword on his left shoulder, he put a palm on it.

Jiang Chebai's face was distorted and he roared.

The left hand is pressed again.

But he still couldn't pull out the chilling cicada that wanted to drink blood to stop the song.

The big hand on his shoulder didn't move.

Jiang Chebai turned his head slowly.

Behind him, I saw a man in sackcloth with a grimace tattooed on his face.

He looked at him expressionlessly.

Jiang Chebai's face was full of tears, and his voice was hoarse.

"Senior Brother Zhao, let me draw my sword, or I'll die. ”

Zhao Qianqiu spoke softly.

"No, if you pull it out, the sword heart will break, and if you don't pull it out, the sword heart will never break. ”

Jiang Chebai was stunned.

Zhao Qianqiu turned around and didn't look at him again, but looked around.

The monks made eye contact with him and saluted.

"Little Sikou. ”

Zhao Qianqiu didn't speak, and stood upright with his hands behind his back.

Seeing this, everyone hugged their fists and said goodbye.

Zhao Qianqiu's head suddenly tilted, and his eyes were fixed on Ning Ying.

Ning Ying glanced up at him, smiled softly, tilted her head and waved her hand, then turned around and left with a group of Taiqing Mansion students.

Zhao Qianqiu frowned slightly.

In a short time, all the people who watched the excitement on the field were gone.

Zhao Qianqiu looked back.

glanced down at Jiang Chebai, who was still stunned and speechless.

Smack-

His body was thrown out violently, flying dozens of meters in the air, and then tumbling and rolling after falling to the ground.

Zhao Qianqiu withdrew his hand and said in a calm tone, "This is from Uncle Shi, and Uncle Shi also said that he should go to Whale Island and think about it for a year." ”

Zhao Qianqiu turned his back and prepared to leave, walked a few steps, and suddenly stopped.

"Oh, I'll send the letter to that gentleman in the future. ”