At this moment, the atmosphere somewhere on the busy street was very awkward.

Of course, this is only for two students from Mo Chi.

In the eyes of passers-by, the atmosphere was no different, except that two men were staring at each other across the street.

Who knows if it was love at first sight or just love at first sight in the crowd.

This kind of thing is not uncommon in the mountains. Apart from some passers-by occasionally casting ambiguous and understanding looks at the two, it did not attract much attention from people on the street.

Zhao Rong suddenly frowned and walked forward, "Brother Yiwu?"

Gu Yiwu pulled his arm around the beauty beside him back without moving his face, and laughed awkwardly: "Haha, Ziyu, what a coincidence, how did you..."

Zhao Rong interrupted directly and said righteously: "Yiwu, didn't you say you were going to find out the news about Dali? Why are you here? And who is this girl?"

He had a stern face and looked up and down at the beauty beside Gu Yiwu as he spoke.

Gu Yiwu looked slightly embarrassed. He took a step forward and touched the back of his head.

"Zi Yu, I am... I am just trying to find out the news about Dali. Oh, I forgot to introduce you. This is Yun Niang, my newly bought maid."

He coughed and introduced the beautiful woman behind him, "Yun Niang, this is Zhao Ziyu, Brother Zhao, and he is my classmate and good friend."

Yunniang looked at Zhao Rong, who looked decent and upright, with curiosity.

She bowed slowly and said timidly, "Hello, Mr. Zhao. I have no surname, so you can just call me Yunniang. I am from Dali down the mountain..."

Not long.

On one side of the busy street, Zhao Rong nodded slowly after listening to Gu Yiwu and Yun Niang's explanations in turn.

He glanced at Gu Yiwu and couldn't help but conclude:

"So, you told me yesterday that you would carefully inquire about the situation and customs of Dali after returning, and the method you finally came up with was... to buy a Li girl from the pawnshop on the mountain?"

That’s it?

Upon hearing this, the silly smile on Gu Yiwu's face immediately disappeared.

He waved his right sleeve and corrected seriously:

"What's that tone, Tzuyu? This is a good idea for me. I finally figured it out after thinking hard for a long time yesterday."

"Instead of asking people everywhere and hastily seeking information about Dali, why don't we find a local from Dali and ask them carefully?"

Gu Yiwu sighed again and turned to look at the beautiful woman from Dali who was being sold as a commodity in the mountains.

No one knows what kind of tortuous life experience and bizarre encounters she has, just like a floating leaf.

"Of course, I despise what these black market dealers do. But the general environment on the mountain is like this now. It is difficult to stop the black market trade. This is also something that Youlan Mansion and Taizong should take care of. We are insignificant and our words are not taken seriously. For now, we just need to take care of ourselves and try our best to do our part."

After being bought, Yunniang, who had been trembling with fear, raised her sleeves to wipe her tears and sobbed, "Thank you...thank you, Master Gu. I will work like a cow or a horse to repay you."

Gu Yiwu waved his right hand, his face with thick eyebrows and big eyes, slightly looking up to the sky with a solemn expression.

Looking at the righteous Gu Yiwu in front of him, Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, and his gaze slowly moved down, finally landing on the left hand of this burly man that was still resting on Yun Niang's slender waist and refused to move away.

He shook his head helplessly.

He glanced at the Dali woman next to him who was very cautious in everything she did and said, and said casually, "Okay, Brother Gu, you can make the decision on these matters yourself. Just don't delay the important matters."

Gu Yiwu, the 'savior of good women', nodded his head like pounding garlic.

He grinned, glanced at Zhao Rong and said suddenly: "Zi Yu, aren't you taking the time to prepare for the Fengshan ceremony? Why are you here?"

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows slightly and pretended to look around. He took the opportunity to glance inside the store beside him and found that Xiao Qian'er had finished buying things at some point and was standing in the door of the store, watching and waiting quietly.

Seeing Zhao Rong looking at her, Zhao Qian'er smiled.

In an instant, Zhao Rong gave her a look, and the little girl understood it immediately. Although she was confused, she continued to wait and did not come out immediately.

Zhao Rong turned around as if nothing had happened and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Gu Yiwu the next second.

"Is Tzuyu out collecting materials?"

Zhao Rong raised his eyelids and nodded in agreement.

Gu Yiwu said in a worried tone, "Thank you for your hard work, Ziyu. You have the heaviest burden on you."

He paused, looked carefully at Zhao Rong's face, frowned and said:

"Tzuyu, I see you have some dark circles under your eyes. Hey, there were none yesterday. Strange, did you work all night again? This is not okay. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. It's okay to relax a little."

Zhao Rong opened his eyes slightly. Is there such a thing? I forgot to look in the mirror when I woke up this morning...

He raised his hand, rubbed his face tactically, and coughed softly, "Okay, okay, I will pay attention next time. Thank you for your concern, Brother Yiwu."

Zhao Rong looked around and prepared to find an excuse to escape.

Gu Yiwu's eyes suddenly lit up, and he suggested:

"I see that Ziyu has no one close to her, so how about I buy you a maid? These poor decent girls who were abducted and sold to the black market by unscrupulous immortals, we should save as many as possible."

Zhao Rong smacked his lips, wanting to refuse the freebie.

But a little girl who felt that her job was about to be taken away and who was full of a sense of crisis and desire to fight was the first one who couldn't help herself.

Her stance on certain matters is iron-clad.

In a flash, Zhao Qian'er appeared on the field, jumped to Zhao Rong's side in three steps, and grabbed her brother-in-law's frozen arm.

She wrinkled her nose and looked warily at Gu Yiwu, Rong Erge's "evil friend".

He said confidently, "Who said that Brother Rong'er doesn't have a close friend around him? How can you just say that? Brother Rong'er stayed at our Qinglian Residence last night. If I didn't bathe him, could it be you who bathed him? If my young lady didn't sleep with him, could it be you who slept with him? Aren't my young lady and I his close friends?"

Gu Yiwu: “…”

Zhao Rong: “…”

Gu Yiwu was a little dumbfounded for a moment, and took a closer look at the lively little girl who suddenly appeared.

He turned his head to look at the shop behind Zhao Rong and the other person, then looked at Zhao Rong's arm that was hugged by Zhao Qian'er, and the faint dark circles under his eyes.

The burly man gradually recovered his stamina, especially the words that the little girl had just blurted out. He chewed them over carefully with a rough yet delicate touch... Wow.

Gu Yiwu's head was full of black lines, and he looked at someone with a sad look, like a grudge woman. So you are also slacking off? Wait, dark circles under your eyes!

Faced with these strange gazes, Zhao Rong blinked without blushing or feeling any heart palpitations.

"Well, Brother Yiwu, I have something important to do, so I'm leaving first. Tomorrow morning, at 1:00 pm, we will gather in the ceremonial hall to receive the jade disk, and then we will set off to Dali together. Don't forget it!"

He said this with a calm expression, then quickly slipped away, taking Xiao Qian'er, who was feeling very proud of herself as she had just defeated a sudden enemy and defended her small rice bowl.

…

Zhao Rong gave a big chestnut to Zhao Qianer who was clamoring to go shopping again.

He took the little girl, who covered her forehead with her hands, into Linlu Academy and headed towards the library on Linlu Mountain.

Zhao Qian'er was like a lark along the way, chirping and asking questions.

For example, let Zhao Rong guess the name of her natal flying sword, and tell him if he guesses correctly.

For example, after learning that the burly and lustful man was also going to Dali to take part in the etiquette assessment with Zhao Rong, the little girl patted her chest with relief, muttering that it was a good thing that she was going with him this time so that she could stay with Brother Rong'er and prevent him from learning bad things.

For example, Brother Rong'er should stay away from such bad friends in the future.

They say that the maids bought from outside are not even one-tenth as good as the childhood sweethearts and the adorable maids brought up at home.

Zhao Rong had a blank expression on his face. He finally brought this little chatterbox to the foot of Linlu Mountain and started climbing.

He looked around and saw that the winding corridor leading to the library on the top of the mountain was still filled with books sent from various countries at the foot of the mountain, or even more.

Zhao Rong flipped through it casually and found that most of them were official history books of the countries living at the foot of the mountain.

He nodded slightly, understanding everything, and looked up at the seventh floor of the library at the top of the mountain where he was about to go.

The architectural features there, such as the green tiles and painted buildings, are unremarkable.

However, Zhao Rong knew that there was a group of Confucian scholars of distinguished status sitting there. At the invitation of the new city lord, they were working day and night to compile the history of all the secular dynasties in Wangquezhou within the past three thousand years.

Although it did not cause any big waves, it was the first time in hundreds of years that Youlan Prefecture in Youlan City had fully pushed forward an issue involving the entire continent.

It is also one of the three major tasks of the new city lord, and it seems to be of great significance.

Zhao Rong suddenly turned his head and looked at the foot of the mountain they had just passed. Except for the scholars who made way for him and the porters who carried books up the mountain, all other outsiders had to stay at the foot of the mountain and were not allowed to go up the mountain.

Especially non-Confucian scholars.

Because right now, not only the Confucianists or forces in the countries under the Wangquezhou Mountain who have close ties with the academy have sent people from thousands of miles away to deliver books to the library.

In addition, the official leaders of various dynasties at the foot of the mountain, no matter whether they were big or small, received the jade order from the long-lost Youlan Palace and almost all sent people to deliver letters to Duyou City.

The royal families of the dynasties below the mountain sent envoys to deliver books, but most of them were reluctant to leave after the books were delivered, and chose to stay temporarily.

As for the reason, it is also very simple. After all, the merits and demerits of one's own dynasty in history books may very well be the personal opinions of a Confucian scholar on the seventh floor of the mountain top, accompanied by likes and dislikes.

Therefore, the area at the foot of Linlu Mountain has become a mixed bag recently.

The restaurants and hotels in the town outside the academy are doing a booming business.

However, all this has just begun. According to Zhao Rong's inquiries before going to the library today, the joint history compilation project between the seventh floor of the library and the Youlan Mansion History Museum has just been launched.

Most of those who have come so far are envoys from the nearby Shanxia Dynasty who are delivering books.

Most of the envoys sent by the royal family of the Shanxia Dynasty to deliver books are still on their way...

Zhao Rong stood halfway up the mountain and looked around.

What comes into view are the golden autumn forests and beautiful autumn scenery all over the mountains.

He let out a long breath.

This late autumn, it seems difficult for Linlu Academy to be peaceful and quiet.

And Zhao Rong also wants to go down the mountain in the autumn colors...

At this moment, on the corridor.

Zhao Qian'er looked around and pulled on Zhao Rong's clothes, "Brother Rong'er, there are so many books here."

Zhao Rong was flipping through a book and said without raising his head, "Yeah."

Zhao Qian'er was eager to try, "If we light a fire, wouldn't it be able to burn for a year or two?"

Zhao Rong's right eyelid twitched, and he turned around instantly. He pressed her cute little head with his big hand, and said seriously, "Promise me that you won't act wild here."

He paused, as if he had thought of something, and added, "Especially, you can't use your natal flying sword to crash into the library like a fool."

Zhao Qian'er's eyes lit up and she pointed at the top of the mountain, "Brother Rong'er, has anyone used a flying sword to hit that building?"

Zhao Rong nodded and said, "Well, would you like me to introduce him to you?"

Zhao Qian'er nodded her head like a little chicken pecking at rice, "Okay, okay."

Zhao Rong smiled and said, "Okay, next time I'll let you meet Li Xueyu, she..."

"Li Xueyou?" Zhao Qian'er's face turned serious when she heard the girl's name. She interrupted, "Brother Rong'er, I don't think there's anything to brag about in the bookstore. You look so stupid, why do you know her? You...you are very familiar with her. Well, don't be another weird person."

Zhao Rong did not comment, turned around and continued climbing the mountain.

Zhao Qian'er was worried for a while, then she lowered her head and followed silently behind, pulling at Zhao Rong's clothes from time to time.

Zhao Rong had no choice but to say seriously: "Don't worry, he's not a weird person, don't think too much."

Zhao Qian'er immediately smiled happily, but she denied it and said, "I didn't think too much. Qian'er didn't say anything."

Zhao Rong was amused and rubbed her little head with a smile.

The little girl's mood was like a rainy day. In the blink of an eye, the rain stopped and the sky cleared up, and she became happy.

"Brother Rong'er, I have one more small question, and I will definitely not ask any more after this."

Zhao Rong didn't even turn his head. "What's the problem?"

Zhao Qian'er said with a serious face: "If the young lady and I fell into the water together, who would you save first?"

Zhao Rong: “…”

He thought for a moment and said, "Okay, you've asked enough questions. I don't know either. Besides, I can't do anything about the water that can drown you. Don't ask any more questions."

After one stick of incense.

Zhao Rong and Zhao Qianer came to the outside of the library.

He looked up at the dangerous nine-story building, then turned around and told Zhao Qian'er to wait outside.

Because she needed a pass to enter the library, which she didn't have.

Zhao Rong entered the building alone. He came to a bookstore manager and said directly to him, "Excuse me, Senior Brother Yang Wuwei, is he in the building?"

The middle-aged manager's expression changed, and he asked in a gentle tone, "Excuse me, who are you?"

Zhao Rong bowed and said, "I am Zhao Ziyu from the Ruxing Hall of Mochi Academy."

The middle-aged steward nodded and smiled, "So it's Master Zhao. Master Yang informed us a long time ago. If you come to look for him, we will take you directly to the seventh floor. Please follow me."

Zhao Rong nodded, rolled up his sleeves, and followed the middle-aged manager.

Along the way, Zhao Rong looked around curiously and found that each floor of the library was independent, with a corresponding staircase on the first floor.

There is not a staircase leading directly to the ninth floor.

Therefore, the stairs on the first few floors have the most people entering and exiting, and after the fifth floor, there are almost no people on the stairs on the corresponding floors.

Therefore, when Zhao Rong followed the steward into the corresponding stairs leading to the seventh floor, he immediately attracted a lot of attention.

Zhao Rong climbed up the stairs and soon reached the seventh floor.

He was brought by a middle-aged steward to a warm room at the edge of a room on this floor. The steward raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door three times.

"Come in."

A calm, gentle and magnetic voice came from inside the door.

The middle-aged steward stepped down.

Zhao Rong straightened his clothes, raised his hand, pushed the door open and walked in.

After many days, he came to accept the invitation from the seventh floor...