Zhao Rong returned to his room.

After taking a bath.

He placed the bookcase on the table and took out the items from it one by one and arranged them.

Zhao Rong supported his chin with both hands and stared for a moment.

Suddenly, he reached out from his neck and took out the black pendant that his brother Sanbian had left him.

Hold it in the palm of your hand.

Practice with the nameless sword technique.

Three days ago, I witnessed the last punch Liu Sanbian threw before his death.

The sword-piercing furnace seemed to be able to come from the air, lightly touching Zhao Rong and igniting the blood and energy in his calm meridians.

Finally, in the disordered qi, he found the innate vital energy.

In fact, Zhao Rong knew clearly that the reason for this rare opportunity was because of the shocking scene before Liu Sanbian's death.

It has been more than half a year since I "awoke" in this world.

Zhao Rong still occasionally felt a sense of absurdity.

Especially in the dead of night.

At a certain moment, he felt as if he was separated from the world and became a spectator.

Therefore, he has a kind of indifference towards many things in this world.

He felt that the death of a stranger was just a trivial matter to him, just like that dark and windy night on Mount Taibai.

However, this "sense of absurdity" has become less and less, because partners and friends have gradually appeared around him, and he has begun to have things and people that he cares about.

For example, Qingjun, Qian'er, Liu Sanbian, Lin Wenruo, and...that stupid girl just now.

Zhao Rong is like a kite, and they are all pulling at his string, connecting his airy heart with the thick and solid earth.

And now, one thread is broken.

This time, he was no longer a bystander who watched coldly.

After these few days of sorting out.

Zhao Rong has steadily entered the Qingxu stage of the Ascension Realm.

This state is almost easy for some people to achieve, or even be innate.

But for Zhao Rong, it was a big hurdle to overcome.

Zhao Rong quietly looked at his fist that was tightly holding the pendant.

Feel the innate vital energy in your body flowing through the opened meridians and throughout your limbs and bones.

This energy is delicate and weak.

But it is the foundation of the great way and has endless uses.

No matter how powerful a cultivator or how terrifying a warrior is, they all begin their journey of cultivation with this breath.

It is the innate energy.

Different people have different starting strengths.

Currently, if you want to improve it, you can only do so by strengthening your body.

But its strength actually has little impact on the first two realms, because the first two realms only rely on it to open up the meridians and acupoints.

It just serves as a transition.

Once you break through the bottleneck of the Fuyao realm and draw the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into your body, you will no longer need it.

Therefore, except for those who choose the path of martial arts, other cultivators generally do not pay too much attention to it, and just think that it is enough.

At this moment, Zhao Rong was using this hard-earned innate energy to practice the Sumeru object in his hand.

About an incense stick of time passed.

Zhao Rong felt that the object in his hand seemed to have caused an invisible wave.

"bite!"

The sound is slight.

He exhaled lightly and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Then, Zhao Rong closed his eyes and probed his spiritual consciousness into it.

Inside was a ten-foot square space.

There isn't much, it can even be said to be empty.

There are only two places where things are piled up

One place was in the corner, where there was a pile of medicinal herbs packed in brocade boxes.

Zhao Rong knew that these were the medicinal bath ingredients that Liu Sanbian prepared for him on weekdays.

The other is in the center of the space.

There were two pieces of poetry and a package.

Zhao Rong withdrew his consciousness and opened his eyes.

The former was the poem containing the word "Qingshan" that he gave to Liu Sanbian, and the latter should be what he wanted to give to the child named "Qingshan".

Zhao Rong put all the valuables on the table into the Sumeru object.

Only a small incense burner and a dark black embroidered bag were left.

It was one of Lin Wenruo’s farewell gifts, a top-level auxiliary item for the Qingxu and Zhenyi stages of the Ascension Realm.

Chinois wood agarwood.

He followed his memory and lit the furnace in an orderly manner.

After a while.

The fragrance of boiling blood wafted into the room.

Zhao Rong closed his eyes and practiced.

…

The next day.

early morning.

Zhao Rong changed into casual clothes and went out, and met Su Xiaoxiao who was also pushing the door open.

The two looked at each other.

Zhao Rong still felt a little embarrassed when he thought about what happened last night.

"Good morning, Zhao Rong."

Su Xiaoxiao greeted them with a faint smile on her face as usual.

Like nothing happened.

She glanced at Zhao Rongxing, tilted her head, and smiled:

"Well, that's perfect. If you're going out, remember to bring me breakfast, just like yesterday."

After saying that, he turned and went back to his room.

Going back to take a nap.

She usually didn't ask Zhao Rong what he was going to do, or even when he would leave or why he stayed longer. She didn't ask these questions.

Because she knew that Zhao Rong had his own arrangements, she just had to listen to him...except at certain times.

In the corridor.

Zhao Rong touched his nose, stood there thinking for a while, then shrugged slightly, went downstairs and started today's itinerary.

I'll take some breakfast back for that lazy bum first.

During this time, when he knocked on the door and asked her to come out and get it herself, the little girl lazily asked him to push the door open.

But Zhao Rong is a man who will never fall into the same trap twice... unless he can't help it.

He suddenly became alert outside the door.

So, he righteously rejected this seemingly reasonable request which actually contained a "murderous intention", placed the breakfast at Su Xiaoxiao's door, and left.

Morning is when everything is full of vitality, so be extremely careful...

after.

Zhao Rong strolled around Liangjing City casually in the morning.

Streets and alleys, restaurants and teahouses.

He would go to any place where there were many people and a lot of gossip.

This continued to be the case with Zhao Rong for the next few days.

He wandered the streets of Liangjing during the day, practiced hard at night, and bought breakfast for Su Huxian on time in the morning, but he just didn't come in, just left it outside the door and left...

As the days passed, Zhao Rong seemed to be determined to stay in Liangjing.

This day.

evening.

Zhao Rong left a busy teahouse.

Following the afterglow, we returned to the inn.

During this period, he once again passed by the north gate of Liangjing from a distance.

Although it was getting dark and the shops and vendors on the street were closing up, the number of pedestrians on the road increased instead of decreasing, and it became lively.

The dim afterglow of the setting sun slanted through the uneven houses and scattered on the pedestrians on the street.

Zhao Rong put his hands behind his back and moved with the crowd.

At some point.

Tilting his head to look somewhere in the distance.

there.

A dark figure suspended by a rope swayed gently in the air.

In the dim light, one could only make out the dark shadow's disheveled hair, and drooping limbs and head.

Behind the black shadow is a black city wall and a half rosy sunset.

"Hey, why don't you leave?" Gui asked curiously.

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes and fixed his gaze on the black shadow.

There was no immediate answer.

It was getting darker, and it was too dim to see his expression.

Zhao Rong said sincerely:

"The people of Liangjing are simple and honest, and the people are warm and hospitable. Besides, there are some interesting people here. I don't want to leave."

After hearing this, Gui paused for a moment and looked outside through his Ajna chakra.

The sword spirit thought for a moment and said seriously:

"Are you planning to steal someone?"