"...You're awesome, Zhao Rong. What are you going to do next time? You stole something this time, but are you going to steal someone next time?"

Gui suddenly remembered the joke from half a month ago.

now.

It turned out to be a prophecy.

"Why does everything you say become so unpleasant?"

Zhao Rong shook his head. "It has changed."

"Aren't you just stealing people?"

Gui chuckled, "Yeah, dead man."

Zhao Rong was speechless and didn't want to pay attention to it.

"Hey, he's dead. Even if you steal... take out his body, what's the point?"

Gui thought about it.

"Are you going to use his sixth-rank warrior's physique to train his corpse?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Rong slowed down his pace slightly.

He was not angry at Gui's speculation. Instead, he remained silent for a while and said softly:

"Corpse training... Is this common in the mountains?"

"There is a group of cultivators on the mountain who specialize in corpse training, but they are very few. However, some immortal sects also have corpse training techniques, such as those forces that lean towards the devil path. For example, several main branches of Taoism also have special secret techniques for corpse training..."

Then.

Zhao Rong listened carefully to its lengthy speech of so-called mountain common sense.

halfway.

He gasped in shock and felt deep regret at the fact that it "inadvertently" revealed that it contained no less than twenty extremely high-grade corpse-training secret techniques that a useless son-in-law of the Zhao family like him might never be able to use.

He sighed and regretted that he had no ambition and had no future. He had wasted the scarce resources brought by such a good sword spirit. This was not only a waste of his own life, but also delayed the sword spirit's good time and youth...

"Why do I feel like you are being sarcastic to me?"

"No, it's an illusion. You are definitely having an illusion. Excuse me, isn't what I just said true? Which sentence is false?"

Zhao Rong blinked and said seriously:

"Besides, with your intelligence, can I bluff you?"

"real?"

"real!"

Gui was half-believing and half-doubting, but after thinking about it, he felt that what Zhao Rong said was true and that what he just said was a very accurate description.

How could such a powerful sword spirit be worthy of him, the son-in-law of the Zhao family? It was simply God's fault that he had given it such a potential sword master...

But the unique intuition of those who have been sarcastic for a long time has vaguely reminded it that it may be being treated in the opposite way.

Gui quickly changed the subject and continued talking to Zhao Rong about corpse training.

Not long.

Gui Youyou said:

"So in short, corpse training is quite common in the mountains, especially the corpses of pure warriors. Using ordinary corpse training methods, they can be refined into corpse puppets with a physique only one level lower than when they were alive... Well, since you asked this, it means that you didn't know about corpse training before. Then... do you want to take back Liu Sanbian's body and bury him?"

"Heh, Master Zhao is not going to avenge him, is he?"

After listening to Gui's words about corpse training, Zhao Rong seemed to be thinking about something.

At this time, it was seen asking questions continuously.

He raised his eyes slightly, was silent for a while, and looked in the direction of the north gate tower. It was pitch black there.

"Actually, I don't think he should have died."

"He is a friend, but revenge for his father is his own business. He didn't ask for my help, so I am just a bystander. He did what he thought he should do as a son, and life and death are up to fate."

"but……"

"After my friend died, his body was hung on the city wall in public, exposed to the sun, and moved around in front of me. I just can't understand this, and this... is my business."

Zhao Rong said calmly: "I will also do what I think I should do."

"I still can't understand it."

"You don't need to understand, because I don't think I'm right, but I think that when living in this world, you must have your own reasons, regardless of whether it is right or wrong, you must have your own reasons, not what others say."

"I know this may sound a bit unreasonable and not something a Confucian scholar who has read the books of sages would say, but this is what I think. Well, what other people think is none of my business."

Zhao Rong pursed his lips.

Gui thought for a moment and said, "No, I still need to understand."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to be mad at you, I understand you a little bit, and I won't be depressed when I die with you."

“Your angle is very interesting.”

"Okay, then what is Mr. Zhao going to do? Should he go back to Zhongnan Kingdom to ask for help? Or, go find your wife?"

"Neither is possible. First, it's too late. It will take at least two months to go back and forth, and the flowers will be cold. Second,... they are not needed."

"Tsk tsk, Zhao Rong, I really admire your confidence."

"Oh, like Qiyun, he's half as good as you were back then, right?"

Gui chuckled and did not answer, then said:

"Think carefully. Across from you is a Confucian cultivator at the Jindan realm, and behind him is a family that can control the fate of a secular dynasty. And you are only at the Qingxu stage of the Ascension realm, and you were promoted not long ago."

"Didn't Qin Jianfu go to the famous Qingsui Sect in the northern part of Wangque to seek treatment? He's not here."

"Well, it is, but is there a difference?"

"Yes, he's gone, and the rest are just me and Su Xiaoxiao, that's enough."

"Su Xiaoxiao? What can that stupid fox demon do? Was she sold by you as a scapegoat?"

Zhao Rong looked at the inn that was getting closer and closer in the distance, thought about it, and said with deep understanding:

"Su Huxian, your acting is quite good."

Return: “…”

But then, the sword spirit said in an excited tone:

"Okay, then tell me how we should do it. We stole the furnace from Chongxu Temple last time, but it wasn't satisfying."

"It's really not satisfying. The stove you made was a little lighter, so I wasn't crushed to death."

"Hey, you're a man, why are you so fussy?"

"Isn't it the same for you? You are the only one allowed to be so petty, but I am not allowed to be so petty?"

Gui sensed someone's resentment, so he paused and changed the subject, "Well, come on, tell me, this time when Mr. Zhao stole someone, was it stealing like a scholar, or was it taking it openly and honestly?"

Zhao Rong raised an eyebrow, too lazy to correct Gui's words.

He looked around, sighed slightly, and reiterated:

"It's said that the people of Liangjing are simple and honest, and the people are warm and hospitable. Why do we need your dirty tricks? Can't we..."

"Can't they just send me?"

Return: “…”

…

“Boom boom boom!”

Zhao Rong knocked on the wooden door in front of him.

"No tea! No snacks! Ugh, the snacks in your inn are so disgusting!"

A crisp voice came from inside the house.

"Ahem, it's me."

Next second.

“Crack!”

"Bang!"

Some strange noises were heard in the guest room, followed by hurried footsteps. However, the footsteps stopped suddenly when they approached the wooden door, and the room became quiet for a moment.

Zhao Rong outside the door blinked.

“Squeak—”

The wooden door was gently opened.

"Um, what are you doing~"

Su Xiaoxiao raised her head and said angrily.

Zhao Rong took a look.

Su Xiaoxiao was wearing a thin moon-white robe that was just a little messy. Her black hair was tied up with a pink ribbon, revealing her white forehead.

The ribbon was tied into a random knot, and it seemed that it could fall off at any time, and it could not hold down the soft black hair.

at this time.

She glared at him fiercely.

Zhao Rong avoided his gaze and looked around the room. "Well, move aside and let me in."

"Humph, didn't you say that girls' rooms shouldn't be entered without permission?"

"Hmm? Did I…did I say that?"

Zhao Rong frowned in confusion, completely forgetting the righteous excuses he had made outside the door every time he delivered breakfast to the door these days.

Su Xiaoxiaomei's eyes widened even more.

But then he restrained himself.

The pair of fox eyes narrowed slightly.

"You said it, you also said don't look at anything indecent, don't listen to anything indecent... Well, what are you doing now?"

The little fox demon tilted his head.

Zhao Rong, who was looking at the room with a wandering gaze, turned around when he heard this.

He said seriously:

"I'm afraid that you'll open the door to strangers when I'm not at the inn, so I set an example and demonstrated it to you for a few days... These are all for outsiders. We are so familiar with each other, why do we need to be so unfamiliar with each other?"

The two looked at each other.

Zhao Rong's expression was sincere.

Su Xiaoxiao narrowed her eyes, bit her lower lip out of habit, and said nothing.

Zhao Rong felt that time was passing very slowly.

He secretly groaned in his heart, this girl was becoming more and more difficult to appease.

finally.

The next moment.

The little fox demon at the door suddenly moved aside.

Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief and quickly walked into the room.

Behind him.

Su Xiaoxiao glanced at him with some resentment in her eyes, but when she thought about his performance just now, the little dissatisfaction that had accumulated in her heart over the past few days slowly dissipated.

Well, since you came to me on your own initiative and your attitude was pretty good, I’ll forgive you a little.

Hmm, why did he come to see me at night...

As soon as Zhao Rong entered the room, he went over and closed the windows tightly.

Su Xiaoxiao, who had just closed the door and turned around, was stunned when she saw this, and then her face gradually turned red.

I just felt it was getting hot again.

But before she could think about it, she saw Zhao Rong take out a piece of clothing from the Xumi object, handed it to her, and said seriously:

"Put this on and let's try it on."

Su Xiaoxiao lowered her head and took a look at the fairy cave robe that Zhao Rong took out, which was exclusive to the national masters of Zhongnan Kingdom for generations. Her expression froze and she did not react for a moment.

After three breaths.

She raised her head, looked at Zhao Rong with strange eyes, and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito:

"So... you like this flavor."