Zhao Rong remembered that on the wedding night, Gui seemed to have just woken up.

After learning that it was in the Xuanhuang Realm, it asked him a lot of inexplicable questions in one breath.

It was hard for Zhao Rong not to be impressed by those strange and bizarre nouns.

Among them, Gui once asked whether Du Youji was still in Wangquezhou.

Oh, by the way, together with them, there is also a family called Qingyang Han, and a sect called Weiran Sect.

When people first arrive in a new environment, they always subconsciously look for familiar things to resist the fear of the unfamiliar and gain a sense of security.

It's instinct.

Zhao Rong nodded slightly.

So, for Gui, who was once in a very high position before his fall.

Wangquezhou is a remote island among the Nine Continents. Among the familiar people and things that are worth paying attention to, the Duyouji clan ranks at the top, or even the best?

Later, when Zhao Rong occasionally asked out of curiosity, Gui mostly just skipped the question with vague answers and did not elaborate.

However, its tone and a few words still allowed Zhao Rong to perceive some useful information.

Gui seems to have a rift with a family called 'Ji'.

When Zhao Rong asked for the first time, it sarcastically said "a useless family hiding under the blessing of their ancestors".

This sarcasm is worth pondering.

In addition, according to Gui's words, the Duyou Ji clan should be the branch of the "Ji clan" in Wangquezhou.

And it was they who first built this secluded city standing at the end of the world.

These all coincide with the legend that Miss Lu just told them in some aspects.

The Duyouji clan, with this rare name, is an ancient family that inherited the powerful throne of King You.

He was the former owner of Wangquezhou in history.

Now, like all old things, it has disappeared in the long river of time?

Anyway, Zhao Rong had never heard of the name from anyone except Gui.

Even in the story of Miss Lu Wan, only the name King You was mentioned.

At this moment, thinking of this, Zhao Rong's expression suddenly changed.

Immediately, he pursed his lips again and said calmly: "Miss Lu, is there a family with the surname Ji in Duyou City?"

Lu Wan thought for a moment and shook his head. "Ji? What a strange name. Where did you hear it from? There is no famous family in the city with this surname."

Zhao Rong nodded slightly.

The surname of King You's family was Ji.

So, he has learned a secret knowledge that has long been lost?

In addition, Zhao Rong felt that the story of "The Origin of Wangque" that Lu Wan had just told was quite interesting.

Let’s not discuss whether this story is true or not, or whether the name of Wangquezhou was changed by King You.

Just from the stories that have been passed down, it is very interesting that King You, who was granted the fiefdom of Wangquezhou, which was still in a wild state, climbed up Youshan Mountain and built a platform to look out at the "Zhongzhou Palace" he missed.

It's interesting.

Whose palace is it?

Did the first King You really miss his hometown so much that he had to climb a high platform and build a platform just to look out over the view?

Looking at the Lidu River flowing into the sea in front of him, Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows.

He also currently knows very little.

These thoughts are just curiosity and vague guesses when I am bored.

What the truth is is still unknown, and it may be forever covered in the dust of history and never see the light of day.

I guess this 'old sword spirit' might know something.

I can ask later and learn more.

Zhao Rong shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

But he immediately felt a little itchy. Why hasn’t Gui woken up yet…

Previously, Zhao Rong was told to call upon it after he reached the Fuyao realm. Now, he only had the last of the Eight Extraordinary Meridians, the 'Yangwei Meridian', left.

Forget it, Zhao Rong felt that this was actually quite good. It was understandable that people liked to doze off when they got older.

And it’s better than staying up late at night and disturbing him while he’s studying.

Zhao Rong blinked and was quiet for a moment.

He just muttered this thought in his heart...

After three breaths, there was still complete silence in the heart lake.

There was no sound of some angry sword spirit.

"It seems that you are not pretending to sleep..."

Zhao Rong muttered.

Then.

Sitting in the carriage, Zhao Rong admired the autumn scenery while listening to Lu Wan's detailed description of the local customs, people, and interesting stories of Duyou City.

Soon, they arrived at Duyouxi City.

The West City is more lively than the East City where immortals are everywhere.

The smell of fireworks in the mortal world is mixed with the fairy-like smell of some mountain cultivation markets.

The mortals and the monks get along together, creating a lively scene.

However, Zhao Rong did not stay long. He just bought some out-of-season fruits that Qingjun and Qian'er liked, and then got on Lu Wan's waiting carriage again.

Zhao Rong changed his mind halfway and did not go directly to Taiqing Prefecture. Instead, he asked Lu Wan to stop the car when passing by Dongcheng.

He strolled along a busier street in East City.

The surrounding area was bustling with people, and most of them were mountain monks wearing strange costumes.

Zhao Rong was dressed in a scholar's robe, but he was not conspicuous among the people.

He did not go to the most lively and famous fairy commercial streets in East City, because what he wanted to buy should be available here, so there is no need to waste time.

I'm going to see Qingjun today, so I don't have much time to waste.

So, Zhao Rong casually strolled along this street lined with shops of all sizes.

Soon, he walked around this street three or four times and decided on a busy shop he had just passed by. Its name was quite festive, "Sheng Wanbao".

Zhao Rong rolled up his sleeves and observed the situation around Sheng Wanbao in the crowd for a while.

It’s not as bustling as some other big shops on the street, but it’s pretty standard and there’s nothing unusual about it.

Zhao Rong glanced at the clothes on him, nodded slightly, and without hesitation, walked directly into Sheng Wanbao.

It was just selling a poem for Dengloupin. Zhao Rong felt that there was nothing to disguise and hide. He could just go in and sell it openly. After all, he was Lin Wenruo, a pillar of the Linlu Academy and Mochi School who was highly regarded by Mr. Jijiu. Writing a poem for Dengloupin was like a piece of cake for him. What was wrong with selling one?

Well, after entering, just say it openly and directly.

Zhao Rong nodded secretly.

…

About one stick of incense later.

Zhao Rong walked out of Sheng Wanbao with a normal expression, and without anyone seeing him off, he disappeared into the bustling crowd on the street.

Without stopping for a moment, he went straight to the Luwan carriage waiting at the corner of the street and got on it.

Zhao Rong said politely: "Go to Taiqing Mansion, please trouble the young lady."

Lu Wan whipped the carriage and said, "Nothing, please take a seat, young master."

Inside the carriage.

Zhao Rong smiled slightly.

Once, before Sanbian left, the spirit stones left for him were no longer enough.

Over the past few months, Zhao Rong has spent a lot of money on the medicinal baths and tonics needed for his practice.

This is without spending money to buy those rare spiritual objects that can ignite blood and qi and assist in the Chong meridians.

Otherwise, the middle-grade spirit stone left by Brother Sanbian would not be good enough.

Therefore, Zhao Rong has always been curious about what the bowl of 'lotus seed glutinous rice porridge' that Qingjun gave him before was.

I guess it must have cost a lot of money, but it’s probably still out of stock.

If it weren't for the fact that Zhu Yourong had been providing him with that special water to drink in the academy recently, which not only contained the magical dragon energy, but also had the miraculous effect of assisting in the Chong meridian and breaking the mirror, allowing him to progress in his practice extremely quickly without much pressure.

Zhao Rong had been coming to the city a long time ago, looking for some way to make money and buy elixirs.

This time when he came to Duyoudong City, Zhao Rong took out a poem he had prepared long ago and sold it.

Just now in Sheng Wanbao.

Regarding Zhao Rong's identity and the poem that inspired him.

The shop owner, who was responsible for receiving distinguished guests, did not suspect anything.

At the same time, just as Zhao Rong had imagined, the shopkeeper was not too shocked or curious about him. He just served Zhao Rong with appropriate respect.

The lonely city beneath your feet is the most majestic in the entire continent of Juewuque. It is home to many extraordinary people, as well as a wide variety of treasures and magical medicines.

It is expensive to go up to the tower and appreciate poetry, but it is not rare.

Although it is not a thousand-year-old business famous throughout the continent, the owner of Sheng Wanbao is also knowledgeable and experienced.

In addition, anyone with a discerning eye can tell from Zhao Rong's attire that he is a Confucian scholar from an academy, so it is reasonable for him to sell poems and lyrics from a tall building.

Moreover, the shopkeeper also secretly hinted to Zhao Rong, which roughly meant:

If Mr. Lin can get more precious poems, he can trade with them, and Sheng Wanbao can handle it.

Even if it is a rare poem like "Falling Flowers Without Wo", they can also help Zhao Rong send it to some special channels for sale. All they need is a small commission, just like making friends with "Master Lin".

'Mr. Lin' is a rare talent at first glance, Sheng Wanbao is very sincere and can discuss business with him in the future...

However, Zhao Rong pretended not to understand and did not reply. He just thought that the teachers in the academy were strict and it was extremely difficult to take out a poem written after climbing the tower to sell.

This time, Zhao Rong sold this poem written while climbing the tower for a lot of money.

It was several times more than the money left by Brother Sanbian before, and it was paid in a hard currency called Colorful Butterfly Money, which was pegged to mid-grade spirit stones.

Zhao Rong didn't go into too much detail and directly used the money to buy spiritual objects from Sheng Wanbao.

In addition to the nourishing elixirs that supplement his martial arts training.

Zhao Rong also made a rough selection and bought some rune pills that might be needed down the mountain. Many of them were carried by people in the mountain, so he also prepared some.

Afterwards, Zhao Rong was about to leave immediately.

As a result, before leaving, he stopped in front of a very conspicuous counter next to Sheng Wanbao Gate.

Zhao Rong's eyes were attracted by a strange object inside the counter that looked "flashy" but familiar to him.

Seeing this, the shopkeeper also tried to sell the product enthusiastically, but before he could say a few words, Zhao Rong, who couldn't take his eyes off him, nodded without hesitation and accepted the offer.

He bought two of these "flashy" wonders and spent a large sum of money on them. Well, it was much more expensive than all the spiritual objects he had bought before.

Therefore, from the money from selling the poem "Climbing the Tower to Appreciate the Poems" this time, only three colorful butterfly coins and nine green aphid coins corresponding to the lower-grade spirit stones were left.

However, Zhao Rong left quite satisfied. The shopkeeper, who was smiling happily, was also very tactful and did not send Zhao Rong out with any fanfare.

At this moment, inside Chen’s carriage.

Zhao Rong touched the two little gadgets in his sleeves, his lips slightly raised.

Isn't a man's money meant to be spent on women?

…

Half an hour later.

In front of the north gate of the Taiqing Four Prefectures, a carriage pulled by blood-red horses slowly stopped.

When the carriage stopped, Zhao Rong jumped off and told Lu Wan something. Then he went straight into the Four Palaces of Taiqing.

Relying on his identity as a Confucian scholar in the academy, Zhao Rong had a smooth journey.

Taiqing Mansion covers a large area, even several times larger than Linlu Academy.

This was the result of Zhao Rong and Qingjun holding hands and measuring with their feet while walking on the street when they followed Mr. Yan to Taiqing Mansion for lectures.

Taiqing Prefecture is half located inside the city and half outside, running through the hundred-meter-high city wall of the east city.

You can even enter and exit East City directly through the north and south gates of the Taiqing Four Prefectures, which is very convenient.

Thanks to the fact that he had lived there for a while before, Zhao Rong entered from the north gate and arrived at Nanci Jingshe with ease.

He walked to the gatehouse of the monastery, saluted to the female official with high beard who was already familiar to him, and gave his name.

"My name is Zhao Ziyu, and I'm here to look for Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qian'er from Qinglianxuan. Could you please let them know for me?"

The high-necked female official was even more unforgettable to Zhao Rong, so she told him directly without any reservation:

"The two Zhao fairies from Qinglianxuan went out in the morning and haven't returned yet. The two fairies are students of Xiaoyao Mansion. At this time, they should still be practicing in Xiaoyao Mansion. Maybe they will return in the evening."

Zhao Rong looked up at the sun and estimated that it was around six quarters past nine, not yet noon.

He nodded gently, and said to the high-haired lady official with a gentle smile: "Thank you, Your Excellency."

"Mr. Zhao, you are too polite."

Zhao Rong thought about it and asked about the direction of Xiaoyao Mansion.

After getting the instructions, he went to look for it alone.

Zhao Rong politely asked for directions along the way. About a quarter of an hour later, he arrived at a group of buildings built by the water and hidden in the green woods.

There is a hundred-meter-long bluestone in front of the main gate. The front is as smooth as a mirror, with four large characters written in vigorous and powerful strokes.

The road is free and easy.

Zhao Rong turned around and looked inside the gate again.

There are many open-air buildings inside, including carved beams and painted buildings, terraces and waterside pavilions.

The overall style is simple and elegant.

There was no sword energy or murderous atmosphere here as Zhao Rong had imagined before.

Instead, it was sparse and ordinary, no different from other places, and even quieter.

Most of the students from Xiaoyao Mansion who came in and out of the door had a reserved and simple temperament. They wore Xiaoyao Mansion's white sword suits with sword patterns embroidered on the cuffs.

Of course, there are also those students who look difficult to deal with.

There aren't many, though, and most of them look pretty normal.

So, this place where so many sword cultivators gather doesn't seem to be as powerful and high-profile as imagined, with each one of them being a genius who is sharp and self-centered?

Zhao Rong blinked, walked into the mansion and went to look for his wife.

Not long after, he discovered that although Xiaoyao Mansion allowed Confucian scholars like him from Linlu Academy to enter and exit, there were many palaces and pavilions inside that did not allow people from outside the mansion to enter at will.

Zhao Rong, who was wandering outside, politely stopped some passing students.

Ask them if they know where Concubine Zhao Ling is practicing.

Except for a few students from Gault Mansion who ignored Zhao Rong, most of the students from Xiaoyao Mansion shook their heads and said they didn't know. Then, they slightly opened their eyes and looked at him strangely.

Zhao Rong looked calm and thanked him.

Well, it seems that the lady is quite famous in Xiaoyao Mansion...

He thought about it and started strolling around casually again.

At a certain moment, when Zhao Rong was passing through a bamboo forest, he suddenly saw a solitary pavilion in the middle of the open space in the bamboo forest in front of him.

At this time, a group of students from the prefecture were gathered around the pavilion in the open air, sitting cross-legged.

The seats are not arranged in a regular pattern, but in a staggered manner.

And inside the pavilion, there seemed to be a figure sitting alone.

Zhao Rong was about to pass by the bamboo forest when he glanced casually and paused for a moment.

Qingjun and Qian'er were among them.

They were among the students who were sitting cross-legged outside the pavilion.

Zhao Rong had already stopped walking. The next second, just as he was about to move, his eyes fixed again, his gaze attracted by the old figure in cloth in the pavilion.

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes and raised his brows.

It turned out to be Tao Yuanran, whom I had dealt with once in Mount Taibai in Zhongnan.

…