Just like the mountains and seas separated by them, they are only within a glance.
The beloved is right in front of you.
Almost everyone around who was watching her posture had no doubt who figure Zhao Lingfei had in her eyes at this moment.
only.
In a heart lake lotus pond unknown to everyone.
A brilliant green lotus that was originally swaying slowly became more and more swaying.
Inside the lotus pond.
It was as if a silent storm was raging in all directions.
A green lotus, a pool of mud, and two flying swords.
They were all affected by the storm and no one was spared.
The dark black silt is like fine sand, accumulating deeper and deeper, submerging the lotus roots.
The flying sword was originally half-inserted in the mud. As the mud accumulated, less and less of the sword was exposed.
Zhao Lingfei stared at the distant mountains, her smile unchanged.
Jiang Chebai's face was stiff, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared straight at the woman who had never looked at him from beginning to end.
Sudden.
Jiang Chebai took a sudden step forward, gritted his teeth, smiled tremblingly, and forced out a sentence.
"I don't believe it! Where is that man?"
Zhao Lingfei ignored him.
Jiang Chebai's pale face instantly twisted.
He suddenly shouted: "Where is he?"
The roar echoed throughout the audience.
Zhao Lingfei's delicate body suddenly tensed up.
Although it was only fleeting, it returned to the happy posture just now.
but.
Jiang Chebai still keenly caught the horse's feet exposed at that moment.
He laughed happily: "Fake! It's all fake! He's not with you, he doesn't exist! Or he doesn't love you at all!"
Hear this.
Zhao Lingfei's breath was suffocated, her pretty face was as white as snow, and her delicate body could not suppress the trembling.
The pain that she had tried hard to suppress day and night for the past six months was like wine spilling from a cup that could not hold it.
Zhao Lingfei still couldn't hold it back.
He is her nightmare, her lifelong enemy, and the scar at the tip of her heart that may never heal...
Zhao Lingfei's long eyelashes trembled, "No, no, he just has something to do and is not with me. He is always, always here..."
Yes, he is always in her heart.
That Zhao Rong who bullied her should be in her hometown of Nanxiaoyaozhou now.
But.
Another naughty childlike brother Rong'er, who even though he occasionally found her annoying but still smiled at her and held her hand, still remained in her heart.
She has a small heart.
Very, very small.
There is room for only one person.
And that person kept occupying the position and was unwilling to leave.
She hated him so much.
Concubine Zhao Ling's breasts rose and fell violently. She tried to calm down and said: "My husband will come to find me soon. He is on the road. Get out of here!"
But although Zhao Lingfei tried her best to endure it, her voice still had a trembling ending, and her stretched body trembled from time to time.
Seeing her look like this, Jiang Chebai became more and more sure of his judgment. A smile broke out on his face again, and his tone was "guiding":
"Lingfei, don't lie to yourself. He doesn't care about you at all. You two just got married this year and separated. How can he have any presence of you in his heart?"
Zhao Lingfei suddenly turned her head, opened her eyes and shouted angrily: "Shut up! Shut up! If he is not here, you will never come in!"
She clutched her heart tightly, as if she wanted to block it forever and imprison the person she hated so much inside forever.
Jiang Chebai laughed heartily, his voice loud and harsh.
And at this moment.
In the lotus pond of the Heart Lake between Zhao Lingfei's eyebrows.
A sudden storm is getting stronger and stronger.
This Heart Lake Lotus Pond is the great blessing she gained when she entered the Haoran Realm.
It is the first-class inner lake vision in the world.
Two natal flying swords were born from it.
All are first class.
One handle, the sword is named Bamboo Horse.
One, the name of the sword is Qingmei.
Each has its own unique magical power, but the most mysterious thing is that the magical powers of these bamboo horses and green plums complement each other, like a fish in water.
This is the reason why her talent in swordsmanship surpasses that of the Taiqing Mansion, and is the reason why she is called the first-class Sword Immortal Embryo.
But such a perfect and flawless foundation of the avenue.
It seems to attract the hatred of heaven and earth.
Since the beginning of the year, when the sword's core collapsed, Zhu Ma fell from a first-class flying sword to a mortal one, and most of the sword fairy's embryo was destroyed.
Now, I have finally repaired it a little bit, but this time my mind is shaken again, and the storm is raging in my heart.
For the sword cultivator, it was simply terrible.
The dull bamboo horse was stuck sideways in the mud of the lotus pond, and the sword was about to be completely buried in the mud.
The first-class psychic flying sword that was once eligible to be archived by Tai'a Jiange Sanchilou, although it has fallen into disgrace, it still has some spirituality.
The bamboo horse suddenly trembled slightly, as if it was making a last struggle, maybe it was calling for help to its childhood sweetheart, or saying goodbye?
However, the bamboo horse is like a person half-immersed in a swamp. The harder he struggles, the faster he sinks.
And that enchanting green lotus that is full of brilliance.
At this moment, it is like a candle flame, swaying uncertainly in the wind.
But take a closer look.
Then he discovered that it was Qingmei inside the lotus who was struggling frantically.
The lotus body swings violently.
It seems that the green lotus will be broken in the next moment, and the green plum will be able to escape and save the bamboo horse that was born on the same day as it, is closely related, and depends on the road.
If the sweetheart is gone, will the green plum still be a green plum?
But.
In the end, Qingmei still couldn't break away no matter what.
because.
This lotus pond is the prison of the owner of the heart lake.
Jiang Chebai bent down, smiled, and gradually stopped.
He wiped his face, looked up at Zhao Lingfei whose eyes were gradually dulling, laughed sadly, and said softly:
"Concubine Ling, tell me who that man is. I'll go find him and give him whatever he wants, as long as he can leave completely."
Zhao Lingfei's pupils shrank suddenly.
She was still covering her heart, but her slender and tall body was crumbling.
Zhao Lingfei's eyelids were drooped, her eyes were dull, and she murmured to herself:
"You, you can humiliate Concubine Ling, but you can't humiliate him... No... Giggle, but he doesn't want me anymore, he should be happy to give me to others, right? But I won't, I won't
…”
A drop of bright red "cinnabar mole" suddenly appeared on the center of her white eyebrows.
It's like being touched by an eyebrow pencil.
But.
The next second.
The "cinnabar nevus" fell down between the eyebrows, leaving a bright red mark.
It's like a beautiful lady drawing her eyebrows with a pen, but accidentally draws it down.
The red trail winds and the path twists and turns.
Passing through the corners of her mouth, it was smeared on her lips.
Then pause slightly at the pointed chin.
Drops of blood fell.
Dyeing her white clothes red.
"not good."
Ning Ying suddenly said in shock, her face turned solemn.
"Junior Sister Ling Fei's sword heart is unstable, there is a danger of the heart lake collapsing and the flying sword falling!"
Sword practitioners practice swordsmanship and pay attention to purity of thoughts and having no other thoughts. It is a kind of purity of mind in a sense, because they have to focus on the sword.
However, this has also resulted in the common paranoid character of sword cultivators. With a single obsession, it is easy to get into trouble and endanger the core of the sword.
The heart of the sword is mysterious and mysterious. It is something similar to the mind. The most direct things it affects are the natal flying sword and the heart lake. This is also the foundation of sword cultivation and is extremely important.
Everyone in the Taiqing Mansion was immediately frightened and rushed towards Concubine Zhao Ling.
Jiang Chebai, who was staring at Zhao Lingfei with a sad smile, was slightly startled when he saw the blood stain, and then his eyes widened and he said in horror: "Lingfei, no!"
Students from the Taiqing Mansion: "Junior Sister Lingfei, hold your sword steady and don't do anything stupid!"
The monks watching were even more shocked.
"Stop her quickly, knock her out, and don't let her think again!"
"Go quickly..."
A crowd of people rushed towards Zhao Lingfei.
There are people with good cultivation, such as Jiang Chebai, who have already arrived in front of Zhao Lingfei.
But.
In an instant.
All those approaching were thrown upside down.
It turned out that a piece of silver-white sword energy bloomed from Zhao Lingfei's body.
It's like a big moon spreading silver light.
For a moment, it was difficult for everyone to get even half a step closer!
Both eyes looked horrified.
But before they could think too much about it.
"Get out, all of you, don't come over here. It's okay if he bullies me, but you guys are here to bully me too?!"
Zhao Lingfei's voice was cold.
At this moment, she was in the lotus pond in her heart.
The terrible storm has reached its peak.
The bamboo horse has stopped trembling, and only the last glimmer of the sword remains.
However, Qingmei, who was desperate for her own safety, was still relentlessly rushing into Qinglian.
However, Qingmei's gorgeous sword was gradually covered with dim light spots.
Bamboo horses and green plum trees exist in dependence on each other.
If the bamboo horse is destroyed, the green plum will no longer be a green plum.
Concubine Zhao Ling stared at this tragic scene in the lotus pond of Xinhu Lake with fascination.
The words of the inaccessible people around him gradually faded away.
She smiled slightly.
The vision is a little hazy.
Suddenly I felt very tired and wanted to fall into an unknown dream.
at some point.
Among the people behind her, there was another man who rushed towards the silver sword energy barrier regardless of his own safety.
His whole body twitched and he flew backwards.
Zhao Lingfei didn't pay any attention to it.
But.
When the man stood up again and staggered forward.
"Qingjun."
He said.
Zhao Lingfei suddenly trembled all over and did not look back.
Zhao Rong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
His footsteps were firm and he collided with the silver sword energy again.
This time.
But there was no obstacle at all.
Zhao Rong pursed his lips.
He swallowed hard and swallowed a mouthful of blood foam.
He walked forward.
He directly took her hand.
"Qingjun, let's go."
Zhao Lingfei lowered her head and stared blankly at the big hand that completely wrapped her bare hand.
Zhao Rong did not look back at her, he looked forward, pulled her trembling body, and strode away.