My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 734 - 450 - 2

Chapter 734: 450 Chapter 2

Ning Ying immediately halted her speech upon realizing she had touched upon a topic she shouldn’t have.

Her expression was one of apology as she sincerely said, "Senior Brother, I’m sorry."

Zhao Xifu quietly watched her for a while.

At one moment, the man chuckled and asked the woman, "You, you all, don’t hate me, do you?"

The air in the alley fell silent.

Ning Ying slightly lowered her eyes.

Without a word.

After a short time, she smiled, as though she had suddenly remembered something, and stood on tiptoe to peek at the door behind Zhao Xifu:

"Oh right, Senior Brother, last time I came, I bought some jewelry for Sister Xia. Did she like them? Well, it was our first meeting and I didn’t know what she liked, so I bought a bit of everything."

Zhao Xifu didn’t say anything, just sizing her up.

Ning Ying asked curiously, "Has Sister Xia forgotten about me?"

Zhao Xifu didn’t answer, but instead looked up at the deepening night sky and the next second, he turned abruptly without hesitation and went back inside.

Seeing this, Ning Ying didn’t go on talking and immediately said, "Senior Brother Zhao, do you know that inside the well of the Scripture Teaching Pavilion at Linlu Academy, there’s a Great Demon from the Seventh Realm being held captive?"

Zhao Xifu’s departing footsteps paused slightly.

Ning Ying stared at the thin back of this shopkeeper who loved to curse.

He was a man who was, for some reason, very particular about rules, and the rules for entering the Summer Insect Pavilion specified that the guests should bring along something that would pique the shopkeeper’s interest or something about the mountains he didn’t know; sometimes it also involved answering some of his strange questions...

And now she had disclosed that within Wangque Continent, which Tianya Sword Pavilion strictly controlled, there actually was a Great Demon from the Seventh Realm still in existence...

Zhao Xifu turned his head back to look at Ning Ying for a moment, and then...

He laughed, "Is that all?"

Ning Ying frowned slightly.

Zhao Xifu, stroking his stubble, nodded knowingly, "This old news that everyone already knows, it’s hard for me to let you into the pavilion, Sister."

Without waiting for Ning Ying to ask more, he said with interest, "Did you know, the one in the academy’s well is actually your ’own kin’."

Ning Ying’s face showed confusion.

Zhao Xifu, seeing her look, felt that this little white dragon who had just arrived at the Star-picking Realm and was thinking about asking him for a certain drink was not very interesting.

Especially compared to a certain young fellow tonight.

Well, the latter seemed to be just at the Fu Yao Realm...

Ning Ying, seeming to sense the shopkeeper’s intention to leave without interest, persisted, "Senior Brother Zhao, so... this still doesn’t grant me permission to enter? Why is Sister Lingfei here tonight... You can’t be biased just because she shares your surname and is a close neighbor."

Zhao Xifu glanced at her sideways.

The message was clear, do I look like that sort of person to you?

Ning Ying pursed her lips, as if she also realized her words were not quite appropriate.

She suddenly asked, "May I know whether Sister Lingfei has had Summer Insect Wine or Qu Shi Wine tonight?"

Zhao Xifu shook his head, concise, "Neither." He paused, "But it’s close enough."

As he spoke, he turned around and did not stay any longer.

Ning Ying narrowed her eyes, as if she had thought of something, and turned back to glance at the direction where a young Confucian Scholar had just left.

The woman in red suddenly laughed, "Is it that Zhao gentleman?"

In the moment before entering the door, Zhao Xifu seemed to think of something and wickedly nodded.

"Right, it’s him, that had him all flustered with just two sentences."

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Zhao Xifu, seeing her expression, felt that this little white dragon who had just arrived at the Star-picking Realm and was thinking about asking him for a certain drink was not very interesting.

Especially compared to a certain young fellow tonight.

Well, the latter seemed to be just at the Fu Yao Realm...

Ning Ying, seeming to sense the shopkeeper’s intention to leave without interest, persisted, "Senior Brother Zhao, so... this still doesn’t grant me permission to enter? Why is Sister Lingfei here tonight... You can’t be biased just because she shares your surname and is a close neighbor."

Zhao Xifu glanced at her sideways.

The message was clear, do I look like that sort of person to you?

Ning Ying pursed her lips, as if she also realized her words were not quite appropriate.

She suddenly asked, "May I know whether Sister Lingfei has had Summer Insect Wine or Qu Shi Wine tonight?"

Zhao Xifu shook his head, concise, "Neither." He paused, "But it’s close enough."

As he spoke, he turned around and did not stay any longer.

Ning Ying narrowed her eyes, seemingly lost in thought, and turned to glance in the direction where that certain young Confucian Scholar had just left.

The woman in red suddenly laughed and said, "Could it be that Mr. Zhao?" Upon seeing her expression, Zhao Xifu found this little white dragon, who had just reached the Star-picking Realm and was already thinking about asking him for a drink of wine, utterly boring.

Especially when compared to a certain young fellow tonight.

Well, it seems the latter has just reached the Fu Yao Realm...

Ning Ying, apparently seeing the Shopkeeper man’s disinterest in staying, persisted stubbornly, "Brother Zhao, can’t I enter the pavilion yet? Why is Sister Lingfei allowed tonight... You must not show favoritism just because she shares your surname and is a close neighbor."

Zhao Xifu gave her a sidelong glance.

The meaning was clear, "Do you think I am such a person?"

Ning Ying pursed her lips, sensing that her words might have been inappropriate.

She suddenly asked, "May I inquire whether Sister Lingfei has had Summer Insect Wine or Qu Shi Wine tonight?"

Zhao Xifu shook his head and spoke succinctly, "Neither." He paused, "But it’s almost the same."

With those words, he turned around and no longer lingered.

Ning Ying narrowed her eyes, seemingly lost in thought, and turned to glance in the direction where that certain young Confucian Scholar had just left.

The woman in red suddenly laughed and said, "Could it be that Mr. Zhao?" Upon seeing her expression, Zhao Xifu found this little white dragon, who had just reached the Star-picking Realm and was already thinking about asking him for a drink of wine, utterly boring.

Especially when compared to a certain young fellow tonight.

Well, it seems the latter has just reached the Fu Yao Realm...

Ning Ying, apparently seeing the Shopkeeper man’s disinterest in staying, persisted stubbornly, "Brother Zhao, can’t I enter the pavilion yet? Why is Sister Lingfei allowed tonight... You must not show favoritism just because she shares your surname and is a close neighbor."

Zhao Xifu gave her a sidelong glance.

The meaning was clear, "Do you think I am such a person?"

Ning Ying pursed her lips, sensing that her words might have been inappropriate.

She suddenly asked, "May I inquire whether Sister Lingfei has had Summer Insect Wine or Qu Shi Wine tonight?"

Zhao Xifu shook his head and spoke succinctly, "Neither." He paused, "But it’s almost the same."

With those words, he turned around and no longer lingered.

Ning Ying narrowed her eyes, seemingly lost in thought, and turned to glance in the direction where that certain young Confucian Scholar had just left.

The woman in red suddenly laughed and said, "Could it be that Mr. Zhao?" Upon seeing her expression, Zhao Xifu found this little white dragon, who had just reached the Star-picking Realm and was already thinking about asking him for a drink of wine, utterly boring.

Especially when compared to a certain young fellow tonight.

Well, it seems the latter has just reached the Fu Yao Realm...

Ning Ying, apparently seeing the Shopkeeper man’s disinterest in staying, persisted stubbornly, "Brother Zhao, can’t I enter the pavilion yet? Why is Sister Lingfei allowed tonight... You must not show favoritism just because she shares your surname and is a close neighbor."

Zhao Xifu gave her a sidelong glance.

The meaning was clear, "Do you think I am such a person?"

Ning Ying pursed her lips, sensing that her words might have been inappropriate.

She suddenly asked, "May I inquire whether Sister Lingfei has had Summer Insect Wine or Qu Shi Wine tonight?"

Zhao Xifu shook his head and spoke succinctly, "Neither." He paused, "But it’s almost the same."

With those words, he turned around and no longer lingered.

Ning Ying narrowed her eyes, seemingly lost in thought, and turned to glance in the direction where that certain young Confucian Scholar had just left.

The woman in red suddenly laughed and said, "Could it be that Mr. Zhao?"

She entered, picked up a broom that leaned against the wall, and began to sweep the narrow alley outside the door.