Xuanhuang Realm?

Is this world called Xuanhuang? Zhao Rong chewed. And Qianjing, why was it surprised by the word Qian?

"Boy, do you know what year it is today? Are the Duyou Ji clan and the Qingyang Han clan still on this continent?"

Gui thought for a moment and added, "What about the Weiran Sect? Is it still the number one sect in Wangque?"

Zhao Rong picked up the teacup calmly, took a sip, and said leisurely: "I don't know."

Return: “…”

It wanted to strike him with the sword, but it no longer had the sword.

"I am just a useless person who lives off others and has no cultivation at all. How can I know what is going on with the people on Wangquezhou Mountain?"

Zhao Rong was confident and justified.

"But..." He paused, then calmly picked up the teacup and said slowly.

"Don't be impatient. You have to eat one bite at a time. Although I am useless now, this is only temporary. You can check my body later to see if I have any hidden rare constitution, such as the Ancient Saint Body or the Nine Yang Absolute Meridians. Then you can carefully find a set of top-level exercises suitable for me to practice. It would be best if it is the peerless foundation-building exercises that you obtained through untold hardships during your peak period but are very regretful that you cannot practice!"

"I believe that with your knowledge and experience, combined with my intelligence and wisdom, I will be able to crush my enemies and rise quickly. When the time comes, whether it is helping you rebuild your body or making up for your regrets, it will be easy!"

After saying that, he lowered his head and took another sip of tea.

"???"

Return to Daqi.

"Why should I help you? You have a useless physique, congenital deficiencies, and blocked meridians. It's useless to practice any technique. You are not even worthy of my attention!"

"Puff~" All the tea in Zhao Rong's mouth sprayed out...

Gui sighed again and said, "I still can't figure out why it chose you? Your wife's aptitude for cultivation is ten thousand times better than yours, and can even be compared to the original...well, even if it was that girl just now, if it was them, I would definitely do my best to assist them."

"How hateful! If nothing unexpected happens, you will only be able to reach the Fuyao realm in this life. Being weak is the original sin! Help me rebuild my body and make up for my regrets? It's like an ant looking up at the sky, a fool's dream!"

“…”

Zhao Rong suddenly wanted to "go home".

…

A tall building of the Duke's Palace in the night.

It is also the tallest building in the west city of Qianjing.

The building is named Cheng'en. It was built when the legitimate daughter of a certain Duke of Jingnan was promoted to empress and returned to visit her relatives. The plaque reads "Cheng'en Siyi" and it was nominated by the Emperor of Chu himself.

The high-rise building faces the lake, and is located in an exquisite garden with lush trees and sparkling exotic flowers.

This building and this garden have been talked about with great relish by the powerful and influential people in Qianjing since their construction, but it is only a part of the ultimate imperial favor enjoyed by the Zhao family of the Duke's Mansion since the founding of the country.

One hundred years ago, the ancestors of the Zhao family helped Emperor Taizu of the Xiang family to establish the country. Taizu stroked his hand and said with a smile: "Can my children and grandchildren marry your daughters?" For the next hundred years, the two families intermarried from generation to generation.

But in this generation, the new emperor has just ascended the throne, the eldest daughter of the Zhao family has already married, and the second daughter of the Zhao family, who has long been famous, has now chosen to marry a son-in-law...

The roof of Cheng'en Building.

A lone man was drinking heavily.

He sat alone on the eaves, holding a sword in one hand and a jar of wine in the other. The wind was strong and the sky was high, with the moonlight accompanying the wine. However, he did not appreciate the moon. Instead, he looked down with unfocused eyes at a brightly lit house in the mansion.

Whenever he finished drinking, he would gently throw the jar outside the building and pick up another one.

I remember that the little boy always liked to play downstairs with his two "little followers".

This is because Cheng'en Tower is only open when distinguished guests come to visit or on the Double Ninth Festival, and the elders in the mansion have always forbade children to climb high places.

So what was hidden in the tallest building in the world became one of the biggest questions in the minds of the three children when they were young.

That brat who loved to show off always swore that there was a man-eating monster imprisoned in the building, which was suppressed by a Confucian saint with a book as heavy as a mountain, and that it was as scary as the big water monster hidden in the lake next to it that he had defeated.

Every time that happened, the young lady would listen to his nonsense with a serious look on her face, nodding and shaking her head from time to time. When she heard something scary, she would quickly grab the corner of his clothes with both hands, her little face turning pale.

Qian'er, who was timid, was always the first to be frightened and burst into tears. She would squat on the ground, covering her ears, with her back turned to her mistress and brother Rong'er.

As spring went and autumn came, the boy always seemed to be able to come up with new ways to play, and he would take the young lady and Qian'er to run and play in the garden all year round.

In spring, I rode on bamboo pole horses to the back mountain to pick green plums, dig bamboo shoots, make fishing rods, and catch fish and shrimps; in summer, I used a wooden slingshot I got from somewhere to go to the woods to shoot birds, climb trees, take bird eggs, and catch cicadas; in autumn, I took cloth bags to the farm outside the city to pick fruits, play house, hide and seek, and fly kites. In winter, with my hands frozen red, I made snowmen, cut paper, set off firecrackers, and lit fireworks.

The young lady went out with him in a white dress in the morning and came back in a "black dress" in the evening, and she would inevitably be lectured by her aunt Liu.

But the next day, she was full of energy and followed him out in various ways.

The young lady has a very quiet personality, but when she is with that brat, she becomes very noisy.

The man holding the sword raised his head and took a big gulp of wine. He shook the jar and found that there was not a drop left, so he threw it away.

The three children like to pick up the broken pieces of the wine jars downstairs and skip them on the lake.

The brat first learned the trick from the older kids from the outer mansion, and later taught it to the young lady and Qian'er, and the three of them came to play often.

Of course the boy was the one who could bounce the most at the beginning, but later, as the young lady and Qian'er gradually practiced, the number of times they bounced on the water naturally increased.

But the interesting thing is that every time the boy wins, he will boast proudly, and the young lady will always sit quietly beside him, listening attentively with her chin in her hand, talking and laughing, while Qian'er will not cooperate and expose his past, so there will be another round of childish bickering...

These scenes will never appear again.

When did it start to change?

It was probably when Zhao Xiaozi entered the private school, and the young lady and Xiao Qian'er began to practice under the care of themselves and others.

The three children began to understand the etiquette and morality of the differences between men and women, and they were no longer as innocent as before.

Later, that brat learned some crap Confucian knowledge, and became even more boring, and all he said was "zhihuzheya" and "sage said".

Then, there was the engagement between the young lady and him when she was twelve years old...

Hehe, you little brat, aren't you wronged by being able to marry into my young lady's family? ?

If it weren't for the fact that your family, the Zhao family of Nan Xiaoyaozhou, had been devoted to the young lady, the old man and Mr. Bai would never have agreed to let you marry into their family.

The man holding the sword suddenly dropped the jar of wine and stood up holding the sword.

Because he saw a person in red clothes walking out of the house with dim red light that he had been staring at.

The graceful figure walked away quickly, faster and faster, as if running away from something terrifying in the dark night.

Did that kid still decide to leave?

He sighed.

In the end, I didn't feel that much of a pity, I just felt a little sad about my half pot of wine. I should have known better.

"You broke the rules."

Someone behind me said.

The man holding the sword ignored him, tightened the sword in his arms, returned to his original position, tilted his head back, and drank the wine.

It was as if the tall old man behind him did not exist.

"Mr. Bai said that we should not interfere in these private matters before the age of 18."

The tall old man walked up to the man holding the sword, looked him in the eyes, and continued, "What kind of wine is that?"

"This one?"

The man holding the sword raised the jar of wine in his hand and suddenly smiled brightly: "When I first came to the Zhao Mansion, I personally buried the daughter's red wine for the young lady. It has been exactly seventeen years now. Old man, do you want to take a sip?"

The tall old man still stared at him, expressionless, and repeated: "What kind of wine is that?"

The man holding the sword twitched his lips and slowly put down the jar of wine.

"Yellow millet wine for forgetting worries."

His eyes were filled with nostalgia. "An old friend gave it to me. He said this wine can make people have a big dream, as if they have experienced another life. After waking up from the dream, they can realize the preciousness of this life."

"I drank half a pot that year, and it worked well."

The man laughed at himself and continued, "That boy has a stupid head. I thought he really needed it, so I gave him the remaining half pot."

The tall old man was silent for a moment, said "this won't happen again", then turned around and walked away slowly.

The man holding the sword breathed a sigh of relief, but then a sentence from a distance made his eyelids jump.

"I will report this to Mr. Bai. As for the young lady...you must tell her the truth."