Lin Ruohua woke up from the darkness and saw that he was in a small hut, the golden sunlight shone in through the holes in the broken window paper, although it was already daytime, there was still some darkness in the hut, and the sunlight shining in added some light to the somewhat dark hut. At this time, Lin Ruohua began to look at the hut he was in, there was only a small bed in the room, a small table and a few stools, the bedding on the bed was already very old, and it was washed white, and the original color could not be seen at this time. Lin Ruohua immediately lifted the quilt and walked down from the small bed, and at this time she saw that the clothes on her body were no longer the clothes she was wearing, the clothes at this time were a blue gown, which was worn by some villagers under the mountain, but a man's robe.

At this moment, Zhao Zhijing, who was still dressed in white, walked in from the door, still carrying a food box in his hand, and saw Lin Ruohua standing in the room at this time, although it was ordinary clothes worn on her body, it could not hide his beauty, but it looked more gorgeous, although there was no temperament that did not eat fireworks, but it looked more like a living person, a living person with flesh and blood. Zhao Zhijing glanced at it casually, and then said, "You woke up, you must be hungry at this time, come and eat!" After that, he took out the food in the food box and put it on the table. After pulling a small Dengzi and sitting down, Zhao Zhijing saw Lin Ruohua standing in the room in a daze, sometimes looking at himself, sometimes looking at the clothes on her body, his face alternated between red and anger from time to time, what was wonderful. Zhao Zhijing looked at it and felt inexplicable, and he couldn't figure it out, so he stood up, walked to Lin Ruohua's side, and stretched out his hand to pull her to the dining table. At this time, Lin Ruohua came back from his sluggishness, and looked at Zhao Zhijing with eyes like spitting fire, with a strong killing intent. Zhao Zhijing felt that his hairs were about to stand up, a chill came from Lin Ruohua's body, seeing Lin Ruohua's eyes, Zhao Zhijing thought that Lin Ruohua was angry because he had not beaten himself, and he was angry that he had broken the ancestral teachings of her Tomb Sect and destroyed her career of cultivating a disciple who was awakened. Then he said to her: "Senior Lin, if you still want to kill me to stop me from interacting with Mo Chou, then you have to eat well!" Seeing that Lin Ruohua had no unusual reaction, Zhao Zhijing pulled her to the dining table, gave her a random stool, sat down himself, and then put a bowl of rice in front of Lin Ruohua, and picked up a bowl of it himself and ate it.

After the meal, Zhao Zhijing saw that Lin Ruohua had only eaten a little, and seeing that she was still a little weak, he took the dishes and chopsticks and left the room. Lin Ruohua saw Zhao Zhijing leave, and also walked out of the room, only then did he see the surrounding scene, at this time a small thatched hut located in the mountains, surrounded by dense woods, the hut is standing on a small flat land, a small flat land in front of the hut is planted with flowers of different colors, and a small stone table is placed among the flowers full of flowers, the whole environment seems so leisurely, it is really a good place for self-cultivation. At this time, Zhao Zhijing came with a small bowl, saw Lin Ruohua standing in the courtyard, and then said with a smile: "Senior Lin, you haven't recovered at this time, it's still good to bask in the sun" After speaking, he stretched out his right hand and said please, although Lin Ruohua's face was cold, he still walked to the stone table among the flowers according to his words, and after she sat down, Zhao Zhijing pushed the small bowl that had been placed on the table in front of her and said: "This is, some potions after boiling the herbs that strengthen the foundation of Peiyuan, you can watch and drink it yourself! This is good for your body at this time." Zhao Zhijing looked at Lin Ruohua sitting in front of him, looking a little different from what he had always thought of as a tomb gater, and after a closer look, he thought that she was not wearing her own clothes at this time, and then said to her: "Senior Lin, your clothes are drying in the backyard, if you are not used to wearing these clothes, go to the backyard and take those clothes back! At that time, when I came out of the waterhole, your clothes were already wet, and there was no one in this mountain, so I must not offend you, and I hope Senior Lin will forgive me!" After that, Zhao Zhijing stood up and walked out of the yard to the forest, and when he was on the road, Zhao Zhijing sighed: "I am really looking for my own smoke, others want to kill me, I have to take good care of her, and I want her to kill herself after she recovers from her injuries, it is really self-inflicted!"

Zhao Zhijing walked into the forest, pulled out the rosewood sword on his waist, and used the true introductory swordsmanship in one form, as if he had just started learning, so serious. The purple wooden sword flew like a purple dragon in Zhao Zhijing's hand, and the Dao sword light surrounded Zhao Zhijing's side, and the distance of three feet around his body was like a sword world composed of swords, and all the leaves and flowers that flew into this world turned into dust with the sword light. When Zhao Zhijing was really concentrating on practicing swords, Lin Ruohua drank the medicine in the bowl, and then walked out of the small courtyard, at this time she was already dressed in white, but at this time, her eyes were no longer the original cold, and there was a trace of inexplicable look. Lin Ruohua walked not far from Zhao Zhijing, stood in the forest and quietly watched Zhao Zhijing practice his sword, looking at the sword light flying in the forest, although he did not show much strength, but Lin Ruohua himself knew that Zhao Zhijing's sword path had a profound cultivation, and when he saw that Zhao Zhijing was so serious about the sword at this time, the rosewood sword in his hand could be a feather sword as light as a feather, or as heavy as a giant sword like Mount Tai, Lin Ruohua knew that his cultivation was not Zhao Zhijing's opponent, and the two had fought for so long because Zhao Zhijing let himself go, and did not use all his strength。

Lin Ruohua looked at Zhao Zhijing, who was dancing the sword and didn't notice his arrival, and thought that Li Mochou who was in the ancient tomb in the past didn't have that kind of sweet smile like his previous self, probably two years ago, when he saw her quietly alone, he would unconsciously show a sweet smile, and the whole person became glorious and changed. Lin Ruohua said secretly in his heart: "Miss, Mo Chou is the same as you, is he chasing the same thing, but you left with regret in the end, and at this time, Mo Chou looks like he is going to succeed, Miss, what should I do?" , The golden sunlight shines down from the gaps in the leaves in the forest, and the light of the Tao shines on the two in the forest, one practices the sword, and the other looks quietly, and any person who sees it will sigh: "What a warm picture scroll, what a loving couple"