In Shonan, several days have passed since the live broadcast of Jian Zheng Jiuzhou, but the topic about Zhao Cheng is still being discussed.
Not only young people but also middle-aged people, even the old people who don't play with mobile phones or even watch TV all know that there is such an eighteen-year-old young saint in Yanhuang.
Exhale the breath and turn it into a sword, and the sword can conquer all heroes, it can be said to be unparalleled in majesty!
You can hear such discussions in the streets and alleys, and even some old people swear by what they say. When I was a child, I heard that this place in southern Hunan has extraordinary Feng Shui and has dragon veins. Hey,
Looking at it now, it turns out that it is indeed the case. We have a dragon in Shonan. It is not an ordinary dragon, but the king of dragons!
Father Zhao and Mother Zhao naturally heard all this, but there was an unreal feeling in their hearts.
How long has it been? Then he became a saint, too soon.
They have all practiced swordsmanship. Although they are slacking off now, they still understand the difficulty of swordsmanship.
...
Qingyuan, after class, Zhao Xiaoxiang sat bored in her seat, listening to the chatter around her. In the past, she would be shaken by this, but now she only feels a little noisy.
I think she was watching the live broadcast and taking classes, but suddenly she seemed to have an extra sister-in-law. This plot was not right.
Of course, this is not the most important thing. The important thing is that they are really capable.
Among the girls Zhao Xiaoxiang knew, even Li Qingmeng and Li Huang'er, especially the latter, still had the aura of big stars, but compared with Qin Honglian, they were completely inferior.
It's not that the facial features are bad, but there is a dimensional gap in temperament.
This wave is called a sudden explosion from the sky that kills Qingmei!
Even in the past two days, at home, she occasionally heard her parents whispering. Even they said that her son had a good sense, which was simply incomprehensible.
It is said that mothers and daughters-in-law are naturally opposed to each other, but before they even had time to figure out their horoscopes, my mother rebelled against the revolution. This is not how it is played on TV.
Zhao Xiaoxiang was brainstorming in his mind.
"Sad!"
Life is not easy, Zhao Xiaoxiang sighed.
"Xiao Xiang, what are you worried about?"
Yang Shiyun naturally knew what Zhao Xiaoxiang was worried about, but she still asked.
This moment is just like that moment.
Before Zhao Cheng blew himself up, Zhao Xiaoxiang was also worried. But when Zhao Cheng blew up, Zhao Xiaoxiang was also happy, which was very real.
"I'm worried!"
"I'm worried that Zhao Cheng doesn't look very smart and will be deceived by bad women outside. I remember my mother told me that the more beautiful the girl, the easier it is to deceive others, especially the kind who wears a white skirt and is very fairy-like. , are usually big liars!”
Zhao Xiaoxiang said seriously, he just had to give his name directly.
...
In another classroom, Li Qingmeng was also sitting in a daze, bored, listening to the discussions around him.
She was rarely in a daze, but recently she didn't know what was going on, and she felt a little bit melancholy for no reason.
Young people don’t know what it’s like to be sad, so they fall in love with upstairs...
Suddenly, she thought of this poem.
She is actually a very rational person, but the reality is that even rational people seem to be irrational.
Originally, it seemed that no one had won, so it was nothing.
As a result, after seeing Qin Honglian traveling around China with Zhao Cheng, she couldn't calm down anymore.
The plot is wrong, she was obviously the one who came first.
She was thinking about having forgotten each other, but she still couldn't help but feel angry. This kind of mood felt completely unlike her.
Another thought came to her, and she suddenly thought of what she had said to Qin Tai on the night they first met. Her ideal man should be heroic, talented, ambitious, and soar to the sky...
None of these words refers to people by name, but each of them seems to refer to them by name.
Moreover, it seemed that Zhao Chengcheng was watching from the side.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but cover her face.
After that, she thought of something and looked at the flat plate on her chest. In fact, it was not very flat, but she couldn't help it.
A strange thought came to mind, could it be that I lost here?
After this experience, her thoughts of forgetting the world have faded away. She is not convinced, not convinced, still not convinced.
Qin Honglian is just 20 years older than her. In 20 years, she will be confident.
People are so weird, even if they know...
If Li Qingmeng knew about Yan Sisi, he would understand how prescient Yan Jinghong really was.
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In Chu City, the sky was dim, Zhao Cheng and Qin Honglian were walking in the city.
In a few days, he not only learned all the Ten Ancient Divine Swords of the Ancient Divine Sword Sect, but also relied on each artifact to communicate across time and space, making the red characters of the Ancient Divine Swords a lot darker, and successfully integrated them into the four ancient swords. Tribulation in the Sky Sword.
After this, there seemed to be red words in the brackets behind Zhao Cheng's Four Tribulations Heavenly Sword, which were about to condense.
Along the way, he continued to accumulate information. Now the depth of information can be said to be bottomless. In fact, if it weren't for his Four-Go Heaven Sword, which had too high intentions and had a lot to fill, his swordsmanship should be We have already half-stepped into the red territory.
Although it is said that there is no high or low, there is a difference between vastness and narrowness. If the heart is higher than the sky, it is easy for the life to be thinner than the paper. Because the frame is too big, it is easy to be unable to fill it in a lifetime.
In the city, there was a steady flow of people. Zhao Cheng was dressed in white and Qin Honglian was dressed in a moon-white dress. Along the way, the two of them attracted a lot of attention.
Because now everyone knows that he is in Chucheng, Zhao Cheng has not hidden his whereabouts.
There were many looks coming over, but most of them were out of curiosity, and not many came over to train.
"Mr. Zhao Cheng, I have seen the purest swordsmanship in you. I want to become your teacher. Please accept me!"
However, everything has exceptions. At this moment, a foreigner suddenly came to Zhao Cheng. With a snap, he wanted to kneel down to worship, but he found that he could not kneel down, as if his body was resisting him.
This person was none other than the foreigner who Zhao Cheng saw in Chu City a few days ago, who introduced Donghuang Taiyi to his companions.
"I have no intention of accepting a disciple at the moment. Besides, your swordsmanship does not belong to me. In the mountains and rivers of heaven and earth, your practice is clearly on the right track. Why do you need to come to me to ask for it?"
Zhao Cheng could feel the sincerity in the other party, which was not sincerity to himself, but a kind of sincerity in pursuing the truth, so he added a few words.
For him, the more strong people in the world, the better. Every strong person and their wisdom can be turned into the driving force for his progress.
Of course, it is impossible for Zhao Cheng to teach some of the most core things to outsiders. Swordsmanship has no borders, and people have nationalities.
Even if Sai Yucheng is unified in the future, he must be biased. This is what a human being is. If he is selfless, he is a god. Zhao Cheng will not let himself become that kind of thing.
When the foreigner heard this, he was all excited. As his expression changed, he seemed to understand something, and he immediately said respectfully: "I have been taught!"
...
The sky gradually darkened, and at the same time, countless lights also lit up in Chu City, including lanterns on the walls and lanterns on the hands.
Someone was singing on the street, and at the same time, there were lanterns piled up in the sky and in the water.
While walking, Qin Honglian suddenly left for a moment. When she came back, a white fox mask had been placed on her face. Not only her, but many tourists around her also wore masks.
Today is Chucheng’s Divine Thunder Lantern Festival.
"Zhao Cheng, this is for you, it matches you very well."
It was an imperial facial makeup, which seemed to be Emperor Yu in the opera.
Zhao Cheng smiled and put it on his face without refusing.
"Let's go put out lanterns!"
"OK!"
...
That night, the lights were bright, and the young emperor looked like a picturesque beauty.
