"Hey, Gui, are you there?"

“…”

"Are you there? Hey, this kid, is he asleep again?"

"Shut up!"

Zhao Rong was so disappointed, "Oh, you're awake. How could you sleep? In your state, how could you sleep in your state!?"

"I didn't sleep!"

"Then let me ask you a question. Where are the four Taiqing Prefectures in Wangquezhou?"

"Duyou City."

"Where is Duyou City?"

"Wangquezhou is the northernmost."

"Isn't Dali the northernmost part of Wangque Continent?"

Gui thought about it and said slowly.

"The Dali that your husband mentioned should be the northernmost mountain dynasty in Wangquezhou, and Duyou City is the largest city of monks on the mountain in Wangquezhou, located at the northernmost Dadu estuary."

"I don't know much about Wangque Continent. After all, it is only one of the three small continents among the nine continents of Xuanhuang Realm. In the past, there were only a few families and forces that caught my attention."

"Besides, thanks to you, I still haven't figured out how long I have been asleep."

"There are already too many things that are unfamiliar to me, such as the Confucian Seventy-Two Academies, which did not exist before I left Xuanhuang Realm."

Zhao Rong touched his nose, pretending not to hear its complaints, and asked curiously, "I remember you mentioned the Duyou Ji clan before. Is this Duyou the Duyou city? And who are the Ji clan?"

Gui sneered.

"Haha, Ji family? Just a useless family that only knows how to hide under the blessing of their ancestors."

"The Duyou Ji clan is the branch of this family in Wangquezhou. They originally established Duyou City, but later gradually faded out of sight. I don't know if they are still in Duyou City now."

Zhao Rong asked tentatively: "Do you have a grudge against the Ji family?"

"Oh, they don't deserve it."

I guess so, Zhao Rong thought to himself.

Although Gui had never confessed his identity, Zhao Rong could probably sense how "high" he once was. One can imagine how terrifying a family that could have a grudge against him and was acknowledged by him as having the blessing of their ancestors must be.

And this may very well be the enemy you will face in the future.

He sighed and opened the window of the carriage.

As the eyes look out, the tall city walls of Qianjing are getting closer and closer.

"Aren't you going to Longquan Mountain? How are you getting back?"

Gui was a little confused.

"Trust."

Zhao Rong said calmly.

…

Longquan Mountain is winding like a dragon, with towering peaks. It is surrounded by lakes on three sides and is located among endless green waves.

During the Great Chu Dynasty, it has always been regarded by ordinary people as a "blessed land of immortals" surrounded by mountains and waters, with beautiful lakes and mountains, and secluded forests and springs.

There are endless stories about gods and strange things.

This place is indeed unusual.

This is because this is the location of Longquan Ferry, a fairy ferry on Wangquezhou Mountain.

At the same time, it is also a mountain market, where monks from several surrounding countries can trade and circulate information.

At this moment, Zhao Rong was standing in front of a three-story building with carved beams and painted rafters in Longquan Ferry on the top of the mountain.

Looking up, I saw a plaque with the words "Qingfengju" written on it.

According to Zhao Kuo, this was the business run by the immortal on the mountain called Qingfeng Pavilion, which was responsible for selling ferry tickets, immortal treasures, and pawning monks' belongings.

Zhao Rong was carrying a book box and looked energetic.

The experience of climbing the mountain just now opened his eyes.

The terrain of Longquan Mountain is complex and it is extremely easy for mortals to get lost. However, Zhao Rong lit a guiding talisman given to him by Zhao Kuo at the foot of the mountain. This talisman has the ability to break through obstacles and find the way, like a bright light leading the way ahead, allowing Zhao Rong to climb the mountain unimpeded.

Moreover, Longquan Ferry is quite lively today, with a constant stream of people walking around.

Zhao Rong saw many strange and eccentric people along the way.

There is a strange old man with a withered body but a face like a child.

There was a tall woman in green clothes holding a sword, full of heroism.

There are elegant scholars with fluttering sleeves and walking barefoot.

There was a noble young man surrounded by dozens of guards and maids.

Zhao Rong straightened his clothes, looked back at the wide and bustling street behind him, and then walked into Qingfengju.

The lobby on the first floor is bright and grand, with white marble pillars standing at the four corners, intricate reliefs carved on the walls, and luxurious utensils arranged elegantly. Directly in front are three counters where someone is assigned to receive customers, and behind the counters is a staircase leading to the second floor.

At this time, there were many customers in Qingfengju. Some were waiting in line at the counter, while others were drinking tea and chatting in the lounge.

A pretty maidservant at the door saw a guest coming in and quickly stepped forward to greet him.

"Welcome, young master. The first floor of our shop is responsible for the affairs of the Qingfeng Ferry, the second floor sells immortal treasures, and the third floor is for pawning items."

After Zhao Rong explained his purpose, he was taken by a maid to a counter on the first floor where there were fewer people.

He thanked her, refused the maid's request to help him put the book box away, and waited in line quietly.

Soon, it was Zhao Rong's turn.

He walked forward and handed the boarding pass in his hand to a beautiful woman behind the counter.

The beautiful woman took the mysterious card and looked at it carefully.

"Sir, are you going to Lihuo Country? According to the information we have received now, the next ferry will arrive the day after tomorrow."

"I'm not going to Lihuo Country anymore. I want to ask if this mysterious card can be exchanged for a boat ticket to another place?"

Zhao Rong did not feel embarrassed and asked, "Or can you return some of the spirit stones?"

The beautiful woman raised her eyebrows and looked at the scholar in blue in front of her. When her eyes glanced at the bookcase behind him, her eyes suddenly narrowed.

I saw a flag stuck on the bookcase with the words "Lin Lu" written on it.

"Sir, the boat tickets sold by Qingfengju cannot be refunded, but they can be exchanged for other boat tickets of Qingfengju. You just need to pay the difference in price depending on the distance. Where do you want to go?"

After a pause, she asked tentatively, "Linlu Academy?"

Zhao Rong reached out and grasped the pair of jade plates at his waist, and nodded calmly.

Yesterday in front of the bamboo forest tomb, he thought for a long time and finally decided to go to the Four Palaces of Taiqing and return the white Xuanniao jade token to her personally.

He didn't go to her with the hope of getting lucky or hoping for her forgiveness...

Okay, Zhao Rong admitted that there might be a little bit of it in his heart, but definitely not much!

He had hurt her so deeply before, it was normal that she couldn't forgive him.

Zhao Rong just wanted to return the white jade to its original owner and settle a cause and effect. After all, the white jade was a relic left to her by his mother, his aunt Liu, and Zhao Rong had no right to take it away.

After that, whether to leave or stay depends on the situation.

So Zhao Rong went back to Qianjing yesterday and went to the Imperial College to get the letter, and planned to help Mr. Fang deliver the letter from the Imperial Master to Linlu Academy on the way.

I remember that when Mr. Fang heard his intention, he laughed heartily and said, "You are a teachable boy." Later, along with the letter, he also gave him a flag with the words "Linlu" written on it and asked him to put it on the bookcase. He said that Linlu Academy was somewhat famous in Wangquezhou Mountain, and it could deter some scoundrels and avoid unnecessary trouble on the road...

"Sir, if you want to go to Linlu Academy, you can get off at two places. One is Xiaoyaojin in Dali, and the other is the ferry's northern terminus - Duyou City. Where do you want to get off?"

"Duyou City."

Zhao Rong waved his hand.

"Okay, sir. Your original ticket was for a business class ticket, which cost twenty lower-grade spirit stones. Now you have to change it to a business class ticket to Duyou City, which costs thirty-one lower-grade spirit stones in total. You need to pay eleven more."

Zhao Rong's eyelids twitched.

He reached out and touched his arms.

His face changed.

Oops, one more missing!