My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 740 - 453 Hey, take her as a slave

Chapter 740: Chapter 453 Hey, take her as a slave

A massive stele, resembling a sheer cliff, stood before the North Gate of Taiching Prefecture.

Under the starlight and moonlight, the inscriptions on the stele shimmered brightly.

Beneath the massive stele.

"Young Master Zhao? Are you listening?"

"Ah, yes, yes! Where were we... Right, Sister Ning, what happened to this predecessor from six thousand years ago?"

Zhao Rong, who had been looking down, suddenly came to his senses when he heard the gentle call and looked up at the woman before him.

This Sister Ning, who had a pleasant temperament, stood with her hands clasped in front of her, her crystalline eyes unblinkingly fixed on Zhao Rong, her gaze seemingly filled with concern.

At this moment, upon hearing the question, she shook her head, "I’m not sure about that. There are few records regarding Brother Zhao, and though they might exist in some places, they’re quite challenging to access..."

"Then... what realm of cultivation had this Senior Zhao achieved?"

"I’m not sure about that either, but... it must have been remarkably high," Ning Ying affirmed with a nod.

"Oh?" Zhao Rong showed curiosity.

Ning Ying gently said, "He was... a Purple Gold Prodigy from our Xuanhuang Human Clan."

"Purple Gold... Prodigy?"

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and mused quietly.

He wanted to consult ’a certain living dictionary’ in his Heart Lake, but the latter, acting like a sulking woman, was giving him the silent treatment.

Even though what Zhao Rong had just said to it was genuinely from his heart.

At that moment, Ning Ying shook her head as if she didn’t want to delve back into the previous topic.

She glanced at Zhao Rong, puzzled:

"Why? Are you quite interested in him, Young Master Zhao?"

Zhao Rong looked at Ning Ying and nodded frankly, "It sounds quite impressive. Nineteen and already a Golden Core. I wonder if my Qing Jun could surpass this ’clan mate’ Brother Zhao."

He smiled and clarified, "Hmm, Qing Jun is Lingfei; I’m just used to calling her that."

Ning Ying smiled softly.

When she smiled, her beautiful almond eyes would gently curve, appearing tender and affectionate, which instantly made one feel closer to her and brightened one’s mood.

Zhao Rong involuntarily took another look... this Sister Ning of Qing Jun’s must have many men pursuing her, but her origin from the Demon Race...

At that moment, Ning Ying simply nodded gently:

"I knew that. The other day I heard you calling her under You Mountain, and later, my sisters and I, just for fun, tried calling her ’Little Qing Jun.’ Sister Lingfei became embarrassed and chided us, sternly telling us not to call her that. It turns out it’s a nickname exclusively for her lord husband."

The lady in the red dress laughed and raised her index finger, gently shaking it, "This childhood sweetheart romance really is enviable,"

Regarding beauties, men of all ages love to gaze upon them; at least they’re a feast for the eyes, and being complimented by a beauty is especially gratifying to a man.

At this moment, Zhao Rong was no exception.

He smiled and shook his head, but didn’t join in the conversation.

"Who are you waiting for here, Young Master Zhao?"

"Qian’er. She should be here soon."

"Oh, so it’s Junior Sister Qian’er."

Ning Ying nodded and lightly shifted her stance as if preparing to take her leave.

However, at that moment, a faintly bewildered look crossed her face, and she stopped and turned, smiling, "Young Master Zhao, could you help me with a small favor?"

Zhao Rong glanced around at the empty surroundings, initially wanting to refuse politely, as after all, they were alone and if Sister Ning had some ’improper request’, it could lead to troubles.

But after their recent conversation, he felt somewhat fond of Qing Jun’s sister, and hearing her mention a ’small favor’...

Zhao Rong looked at the red-dressed woman, who appeared hopeful.

"Sister Ning, what little favor do you need? You can tell me first."

"Just wait a moment~," Ning Ying said crisply, muttering as she reached into her sleeve to pull out a small booklet.

The woman bit her lip, widened her almond eyes, and started flipping through the booklet, her hands moving slightly hurriedly.

Her demeanor was somewhat charming and appealing.

Zhao Rong raised an eyebrow and looked at the cover of the book in her hands, recognizing it as a popular collection of poetry and verse commonly seen at the literary gatherings held by the women on the mountain.

He had flicked through it during idle moments before and found it decent. So...

This cultivationally gifted Sister Ning also has a fondness for poetry? Ah, yes, some from the Demon Race do seem to greatly admire the literary works of the Human Clan.

Hmm, like a certain little fox demon who loves reading stories of scholars and beauties...

Zhao Rong thought of Xiao Xiao and silently chuckled.

At this point, he did not speak but observed from the sidelines.

Then, Ning Ying turned to a certain page in the poetry book and, with genuine curiosity, asked Zhao Rong about the meaning and significance of a particular obscure image in a verse.

Zhao Rong saw this was indeed a small request and thus started to explain.

During this time, the two maintained a polite distance under the solitary massive stele, without any inappropriate ’teaching poses.’

Zhao Rong explained earnestly and occasionally when he looked up, he noticed that Sister Ning was listening intently.

In his heart, he silently nodded his approval.

Before long, Zhao Rong finished explaining, and Ning Ying’s face brightened, revealing an expression of sudden comprehension:

"... ’Shyness without words, the shadow of the plum tree shifts secretly across the red bridge, the skirt’s ribbons flutter in the north wind’... so that’s it... it also carries such twisted, plaintive sentiments... Young Master Zhao, you’re really incredible! I’ve asked others before, including your fellow students from the Academy, but none explained it as well as you did, nor so clearly and straightforwardly."

She pressed her hands together, closed the poetry book, and gazed intently at Zhao Rong with wide-open almond eyes.

Her brows brimmed with small delights, "Moreover, many of your interpretations that made sense to me were never mentioned by the others. Young Master Zhao, did all these ideas come to you after just one reading?"

Zhao Rong felt that Ning Ying, who had previously given him an impression of a graceful lady, now holding the book and staring with wide eyes, appeared rather charming, somewhat like a literature-loving girl who admires a knowledgeable scholar.