Looking at the ancient official script engraved on the piece of jade picked up by the elegant young man.

Zhao Rong raised his brows.

"six?"

It seems to be a very impressive number. Is this the order in which Yang Wuwei became a seed student at Linlu Academy, or...

At this moment, Yang Wuwei was twisting the jade piece between two fingers, looking at the pretty girl waiting by the ginkgo tree downstairs, he smiled but said nothing.

Zhao Rong was silent.

The answer soon came to my mind.

Just now Yang Wuwei mentioned the 'direct ascension to heaven'. As far as he knows now, the only thing that can have such a miraculous effect is Nanshan's poetry, apart from the few 'anti-Tao magic medicines' from ancient times that Gui vaguely mentioned.

As for the former, Gui said that he knew several recipes, but they were of no use at all because the main ingredients of these "anti-Tao magic medicines" had become extinct in this era.

Therefore, the biggest possibility is the latter.

And Nanshan's poetry appreciation means the appreciation of poetry... Considering Zhao Rong's current location and the identity of this elegant young man as a seed of the academy.

six?

The answer is obvious.

Zhao Rong nodded and said, "Is this a token to go to the floor below?"

At the moment they were on the seventh floor, and below them was the sixth floor.

What's on the sixth floor...

Zhao Rong remembered that Fan Yushu had mentioned it to him before.

The sixth floor of the library houses all the poems collected by Linlu Academy over the past thousand years.

Everywhere you look, you can see a wide variety of poems, climbing towers, falling flowers, and even the legendary Nanshan Pin.

As long as one is literate and can resonate with even a small part of the poems, then even if one has achieved perfection in the Fuyao realm, breaking through to the early stage of the Tianzhi realm is only a matter of a few breaths.

Except for the poems about the state of selflessness by Luohuapin and Nanshanpin, the poems can be slowly restored after being sensed and used by people.

The other poems included in the collection are all disposable.

Therefore, the entry conditions to the sixth floor of the Linlu Academy's library are very strict. Even among the Confucian scholars in the academy, only a few can enter, and most of them have made considerable contributions to the academy or have a token of admission.

As for outsiders, those who can enter are extremely rare.

Therefore, the sixth floor of Linlushan Library, which is the Tianzhi realm, can be said to be the most coveted destination for all cultivators below the Tianzhi realm on the Wangquezhou Mountain.

Zhao Rong suddenly remembered that Fan Yushu had mentioned before that a senior fellow from the academy had made a great contribution a few years ago and was awarded admission by the academy...

Zhao Rong couldn't help but take a few more glances at the elegant young man in front of him.

At this moment, Yang Wuwei heard this and said calmly: "Well, no matter who it is, take it and go downstairs once. The academy gave it to me a few years ago, but I couldn't use it, so I put it aside. I just happened to think of it today."

He lowered his eyes to look at the jade piece that could cause a scramble on the mountain, then raised his eyes to look at Zhao Rong, and smiled like spring breeze, "You can give it to my junior brother."

Zhao Rong lowered his eyes and looked at Xiao Qian'er who was jumping up and downstairs. "Brother, is there anything you want me to do?"

"I don't deserve the commission." Yang Wuwei shook his head and finally got straight to the point: "Junior brother, your annotations on the Nankang unofficial history have enlightened me. I have an unwelcome request... Can I go up to the seventh floor to help me with the history?"

"This jade token that goes to the sixth floor is my advance reward to you. If the history study goes smoothly, I will give you another generous reward."

"As for your status, you don't have to worry. I can ask the History Museum of Youlan Prefecture for a position of historian with a high rank for you. From now on, you can be considered an official of Youlan Prefecture and receive a good salary..."

Yang Wuwei calmly handed the jade piece to Zhao Rong, slowly told him about his arrangements, and analyzed the pros and cons for Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong listened quietly for a while. According to this senior brother, studying history on the seventh floor was a bit hard, but it did have many benefits.

He looked down at the jade piece in front of him that seemed to be within his reach.

Zhao Rong knew that all the words Yang Wuwei had said since he came in were actually all preparations for this "unwelcome request".

Senior Brother Yang has clearly explained the merits, fame, fortune and salary that can be gained by being a historian on the seventh floor and compiling history.

Even Yang Wuwei had gone to Mo Chi Academy to find him in person and support him; just now the manager of the library took him to the seventh floor, which aroused the envy of everyone.

These were all intentional or unintentional ways that Senior Brother Yang showed Zhao Rong the glory of the Seventh Floor's history-editing business.

Now, he only needs to reach out and take it to get it.

But, is there really such a good thing?

Zhao Rong suddenly remembered the sweet words and promises he made to Qingjun last night when he coaxed her to practice sword techniques.

He even threw out the concept of "beauty", transformed himself into an authority figure, and fooled the poor student lady so much that she tried to swallow a small mouthful...

We are all thousand-year-old foxes, why are we singing Liao Zhai? Do you think I am stupid...

At this moment, Zhao Rong nodded gently, took a step back, bowed to Yang Wuwei who looked hopeful, and said sincerely:

"Thank you for your kindness, Senior Brother Yang. After careful consideration, I have no intention of studying history. My studies are my priority now, so I can only treat this as a hobby in my spare time. I am unable to devote my main energy to such an important position. I hope you will forgive me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Rong turned around and left the warm room without waiting for Yang Wuwei's stunned expression to react, and went downstairs without looking around.

Behind him.

Yang Wuwei frowned, tightly grasped the jade piece in his hand, turned his head to look at Zhao Rong's back, shook his head and said nothing.

…

Zhao Rong went downstairs, slightly absent-minded along the way, and came to the ginkgo tree where the little girl was.

Zhao Qian'er tilted her head, grabbed the corner of his clothes, and asked suspiciously, "Tell me, Brother Rong'er, why did you come so late?"

Zhao Rong came back to his senses and thought for a moment, "I just saw Yan Ruyu, so I wasted a little time."

Zhao Qian'er opened her eyes slightly when she heard that, then looked at Brother Rong'er as if nothing had happened, grabbed his left hand, shook his left sleeve, then grabbed his right hand and checked his right sleeve.

The little girl said calmly, "Oh. Where is Yan Ruyu? I want to see her too."

Zhao Rong pinched her small nose with his right hand, bent down, and aligned his eyes with Zhao Qian'er.

He looked into her clear and bright peach blossom eyes and said with a smile, "Well, it's right here, do you see it?"

Zhao Qian'er widened her eyes and saw her own shadow in Zhao Rong's eyes. She was stunned for a moment before she reacted.

Her cheeks were slightly red, and because her nose was pinched, her tone was extremely innocent, and she complained: "Well, where did you learn this? You only know how to coax girls."

Zhao Rong smiled and suddenly changed the subject.

"Qian'er, if, I mean if. There was an opportunity to go to the sixth floor of the library, Brother Rong'er could help you and Qingjun fight for it, but because of some concerns that may not even exist, you gave up. Will you blame Brother Rong'er?"

"The sixth floor of the library?" Zhao Qian'er blinked, turned her head, and pointed at the nine-story dangerous building behind her. "Are you talking about the sixth floor of the library that contains so many excellent poems?"

Zhao Rong nodded.

Xiao Qian'er's expression changed faster than she could change her face. She grabbed Zhao Rong's sleeve, her face full of vigilance, and said crisply:

"Brother Rong'er, you...you must not go back on your word. You promised to write a poem for me, just like the love letter you wrote to the young lady when I was away. Even incomplete sentences are fine, but you can't have nothing. And you can't exchange it for those poems on the sixth floor. I want what you write, even if you bring the Nanshan poems on the sixth floor of the library!"

Zhao Rong was slightly stunned as he looked at the little girl in front of him whose focus was abnormally shifted and who was bargaining with him seriously and sticking to her bottom line.

Zhao Rong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but then he felt a little warmed.

Although this little girl is naughty, she is still quite cute, except when she turns into a freeloader who says "I want something too"...

Zhao Rong was immediately filled with enthusiasm. He waved his hand and said, "Okay, I promise I won't postpone it this time. Your poem will definitely be delivered. Well, let's go have lunch first. We've been busy all morning, so let's reward ourselves first."

Zhao Qian'er's eyes lit up, "Okay, what are we going to eat?"

Zhao Rong led her down the mountain. On the way, he casually said, "Let's go, let's go get some beauty products for lunch."

Zhao Qian'er keenly caught a certain word and asked curiously: "Beauty?"

"Beauty..." The little girl chewed it again. She tapped her pink lips with her index finger and squinted her eyes and said, "I know about beauty care, but what does beauty care mean?"

"Well, Rong'er, what is beauty? I went to your room this morning, and you were still sleeping. Miss got up, and when I was dressing her up, she seemed to have muttered once while applying rouge in the mirror. Miss didn't explain anything at the time. What does this mean? Does it mean that you can become beautiful?"

Zhao Qian'er frowned again and raised her nose, "Could it be... another signal for you to do something in private?"

Zhao Rong's breath was choked after he let the cat out of the bag. He wanted to slap himself. He lowered his head and strode forward. "It's nothing, it's nothing. I was just kidding. Let's go eat."

Seeing this, Zhao Qian'er became even more suspicious.

Seeing that Rong'er was being perfunctory, she immediately refused to do it and grabbed his sleeve.

Xiao Qian'er, who likes to get things for free, yelled, "Brother Rong'er, I want beauty treatments too! Well, what can I eat to beautify my skin? Don't just tell Miss and hide it from me, I want to eat it too!"

“…”

Zhao Rong was very upset.

Not long.

Zhao Rong found that he couldn't say anything like "high protein beauty" in broad daylight, which made his face turn red.

So he found another way and finally convinced the little girl, making her realize that she was indeed born beautiful and did not need to eat any high-protein concentrated foods for beauty.

Afterwards, Zhao Rong took Zhao Qian'er out for a sumptuous lunch and then sent her off.

In the afternoon, Zhao Rong returned to the library, but did not go to the seventh floor.

Instead, he wandered around the first four floors, where students from Mo Chi were allowed to enter, looking for some books related to the Fengshan Ceremony.

When the sun set in the west, Zhao Rong returned to Dongli Cottage with a great harvest and rested for a night.

The next morning, Zhao Rong packed his luggage and set off for the ceremonial hall...