Su Xiaoxiao finally picked a green bookcase made of green bamboo, which was light and strong.

After Zhao Rong paid for her, he turned around and saw her squatting on the ground, moving her belongings with her head down.

Su Xiaoxiao put the things in the backpack into the bookcase one by one. Her little head tied with a red ribbon shook back and forth and she hummed a song.

"I am a little fox in red clothes, with curved eyes and a big smile. Don't think that all foxes are bad. Really, I only do good things and don't steal chickens~"

Zhao Rong glanced at her from the side for a few seconds, and looked curiously at the things she brought.

A small silk bag embroidered with a pattern of tall buildings, filled with spirit stones. Zhao Rong also had one.

A few flowers and plants of unknown use.

There are a few shiny stones, I don’t know if they are jade or something else.

There were several sets of crumpled men's clothes, interspersed with a few brightly colored ones with suspenders... ahem, don't look at them if it's inappropriate.

Zhao Rong looked away, but then his attention was attracted by the stacks of books she took out.

There were a lot of books with different covers. Zhao Rong took a look and saw that they all had strange names.

Painting fate, Just like a promise, Love dream, Dragon and Phoenix rebirth, Qingqiu cold fox dream, peerless fox fairy legend...

Zhao Rong touched his nose.

What are you watching, old lady? It turns out that you are thinking about weird things all day long. It's stupid. If you watch this stuff too much, you will be brainwashed.

Su Xiaoxiao finished packing and pressed down the things hard. There were too many things and she could hardly fit them all in. She stood up energetically, carried the bookcase on her back, shook it twice, and then looked at Zhao Rong with anticipation.

"Yeah, not bad. Spin it around. Yeah, it looks good. Is it heavy?"

The little fox demon shook his head like a rattle.

Zhao Rong nodded and took her away.

On the way, Zhao Rong, who felt that he wanted to save the ignorant girl, stopped Su Xiaoxiao who was about to give money to the bookstore owner.

Afterwards, Zhao Rong bought a folding fan and a silk fan in a fan shop.

The folding fan was spotlessly white, and Zhao Rong was ready to go back and make some suggestions on calligraphy and painting.

There was a graceful lady painted on the fan, which was quite pleasing to the eyes. Zhao Rong casually threw it into the arms of his little follower behind him. His coolness for the next month would depend on her.

Zhao Rong and his companions met Liu Sanbian at the agreed place, then left together and rode north.

The three of them slept in the open air, traveled through mountains and rivers, and traveled day and night.

Although Zhao Rong was physically tired, he was in high spirits.

In his previous life, he longed to travel.

But this is just yearning. I thought that kind of life where you can go at any time would only exist in dreams or other people's world forever.

But I didn’t expect that I would have this life.

In this life, without the pressure of mountain barbarians and the ties of many relatives, Zhao Rong just wants to leave and live happily.

Wherever your heart desires, your feet will follow you. Life is like a journey, and you can only sail with a reed.

The short-term goal is to send a letter to the academy, send jade to that person, and then go see Qian'er, whom I miss already after not seeing her for long.

As for what happens afterwards, she... well, if there are no complications, she will not stay, sever the cause and effect, bid farewell to everything in Wangquezhou, go to Nanxiaoyaozhou, and return home.

Then there are some long-term plans:

Practice calligraphy and read books, and practice diligently.

These are all for some vague expectations in my heart.

First, he really wanted to witness the conflicts among the various schools of thought in this world, to learn about the words and deeds of the Confucian saints and philosophers of various schools, and to see with his own eyes how it differed from the history of the pre-Qin philosophers that he had once been obsessed with.

The graduation thesis that Zhao Rong was about to complete was about the pre-Qin philosophers.

I heard from Brother Sanbian that the most intense and turbulent waves of the dispute among the various schools of thought are in Tunan Continent. This unprecedented dispute that has swept across the mountains of Xuanhuang Realm is still going on. Its magnificent waves have spread through Tunan Continent, the hub of the world, and spread to all nine continents of Xuanhuang.

Second, I really want to climb the mountain. No matter whether I can reach the summit or not, at least the scenery along the way is something I have never seen before. It is just another journey, which is better than wandering at the foot of the mountain and hesitating to move forward.

This is Zhao Rong’s main motivation for practicing.

Why climb mountains? Because the mountains are there.

As for factors like the spirit of "my life is determined by my own actions" that emerged under the pressure of Zhao Qianqiu before, it was just a catalyst.

In addition, as for the vague fate that Gui mentioned, it is still too far away at the moment, and I have not given it too much thought.

The journey continues, albeit slowly, but it becomes more leisurely as a result.

Without the fast pace of another world, my five senses are no longer dull, and I am more sensitive to the green mountains, green waters, evening breeze and bright moon.

Practice calligraphy and read every morning, collect wood and start a fire every evening.

When he was bored, he would tease Su Xiaoxiao. If he accidentally made her angry, he would tell her some stories and quickly appease this bullied girl.

When they were on guard in the middle of the night, if Brother Sanbian was in the mood to talk, the two of them would chat for a long time until the sky suddenly brightened in the distance.

Sometimes I would stop on the road and fall asleep in the afternoon. When I woke up, I would find Su Xiaoxiao still fanning me.

Sometimes I woke up in the middle of the night and saw a bright moon in the sky. I looked over and saw the man on night watch doing boxing under the moon.

This day.

Zhao Rong was on guard in the early morning and late night. The moonlight was dim, fog was rising in the mountains, and summer insects were chirping. He stared at the fire and was lost in thought.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came to my ears.

"It's done. I have finally compiled all the written formulas of all the skills, secret techniques, magical powers, and sword tactics that I have seen over the years.

Well, this is the main way, and there are several other options. If you can get through this way, you might be able to grow a golden elixir that I have never seen before.

Hey, I actually have some small expectations, but it’s definitely not because of you, but because I have confidence in the technique I chose.”

"How's it going? Have you chosen? What should I practice in the first realm?"

"I've decided to choose this one... "The Art of Ants' Ascension to Heaven"!"

"Hiss, what a good name, it is both domineering and has a profound meaning.

The word "ant" used exaggeration to highlight my initially ordinary status;

The word "ascend to the sky" firstly points out the name of the first realm,

Secondly, it hints at my extraordinary future of ascending to heaven, and the name of the realm subtly reveals the extraordinary nature of this technique.

The last word "jue" refers to the nature of the formula of this technique, and it also has two meanings, revealing my determination and destiny to ascend to heaven."

Zhao Rong's sleepiness from staying up late instantly disappeared and he stood up excitedly.

Beside the fire, he paced back and forth, one hand clenched into a fist and the other hand spread out, hammering his palm with his fist, while suppressing his excitement and calmly analyzing the situation.

"Yes, this technique is indeed powerful."

Gui almost completely agreed with Zhao Rong's words. The only thing he disagreed with was what he described as "exaggeration". Without exaggeration, you are just an ant.

"Where did you get this magical skill? Was it from a desperate encounter in the past, or from killing and robbing after defeating a powerful enemy, or is it a secret of some powerful force that is not passed on?"

"Neither, it's..."

"Wait, don't tell me yet, let me guess, could it be that the cause of your death was to fight for this thing?!" Zhao Rong frowned.

"No, actually..."

"Stop, huh, I know, I know, actually...

This is something you inherited along with the Fu Shi, it is part of the same peerless heritage, only if you have the Fu Shi can you practice it! " Zhao Rong chuckled, his brows relaxed, he knew the answer.

Gui: "Well, in fact, it is the mainstream practice of the Xuanhuang people. Everyone is practicing it."

Zhao Rong: “???”