After leaving Xingzi Town, Zhao Rong and his party rode on dragon horses and galloped south to Hanjing.

The water route was changed once during the journey, and then it continued to be Longju sailing.

Thanks to Zhao Rong and his companions' identity as Confucian scholars of Linlu Academy, where Confucianism is revered and cultural heritage is flourishing, they had a smooth journey.

During this period, Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and others were also treated to a lavish banquet by the provincial governors of several counties, all of whom were Confucian scholars and civil servants, and were naturally close to each other.

However, Zhao Rong declined most of them on the grounds of time constraints and hurrying to travel. He only accepted the invitation from the county official of Jiyue County. When he set out again after the banquet, Zhao Rong suddenly deviated slightly from the established route and passed by a famous mountain standing above the ground in this county - Jiyue Mountain.

This mountain is the highest in Dali.

In the markets and villages of Dali that Zhao Rong and his companions passed through, many legends and customs circulated that regarded it as a pillar supporting the sky.

To those with a little vision, the "Heavenly Pillar" is of course a joke, but it also indirectly illustrates its status in the hearts of the people of Li. When they passed by the foot of the mountain, there were often people from Li who came from thousands of miles away to kneel and worship, which was quite spectacular.

This Moon-Worshipping Mountain was also named the Central Mountain by successive dynasties in Lidi, and the same is true for Dali today.

That day, Zhao Rong looked out from a distance of a hundred miles for a while, squinting at the thunderclouds that lingered on the top of Jiyue Mountain all year round, then turned around and led the way away under the curious gazes of the county officials and his companions.

Zhao Rong and his party set out again and left Jiyue County. A few days later, they finally entered the territory of Hanjing on a sunny morning.

They were only about a hundred miles away from the most prosperous city in Dali, but the official road was already bustling with people and traffic.

At noon, the sun is shining brightly and the weather is getting hot.

Zhao Rong and others passed by a tavern with a flag hanging on the roadside.

This restaurant is located in a place with green hills and clear waters, and is surrounded by shady trees.

Zhao Rong, who was in the lead, turned his head to take a look, raised his hand to rein in his horse, and turned back to suggest to everyone that they take a break. Of course, students like Gu Yiwu agreed.

Everyone dismounted, sat down, and went to get some wine.

After Zhao Rong got off the horse, he carried Xiao Qian'er off the horse as well.

This little girl has become more and more clingy since she got his affirmation and promise to become the second wife of the old Zhao family that night at Xingzi Lake. Before, on the road, she even had to sit on Zhao Rong's back and hug his waist when riding the dragon colt. She gave her dragon colt to Su Qingdai.

Now Zhao Rong even has to hold him when he gets off his horse.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but slap his forehead.

However, when he and Xiaoxiao were determined to spend their lives together, that silly girl was also very clingy. He was used to it and knew that when they were in love, he could only go along with her and coax her into behaved. But he had to coax her from time to time because girls are sensitive, and Xiao Qian'er is even more so. He couldn't let her feel neglected... Well, just like the stunning fairy in black dress at this moment.

Zhao Rong collected his scattered thoughts, carried Xiao Qian'er off the horse, smiled and gently patted her slender waist, motioning her to sit at the open-air table.

Then, without even looking at Su Qingdai's increasingly resentful eyes, he turned around and walked into the store.

Zhao Rong took out two wine jugs that had not been used for a long time with ease, poured some wine at the counter, turned his head to look at the autumn forest all over the mountain outside, and muttered something.

Then he returned to the open-air wine table, carrying two jugs of wine and two bowls of Xiao Qian'er's favorite Tremella fuciformis porridge.

Zhao Rong had just sat down.

On the official road in front of the tavern, a fat old man riding a rickety old horse turned to the side of the road. The old man was dressed like a rich man. He slowly got off the horse, then slowly led the old horse to the grass next to him and tied it up.

He turned around, staring through the students of Justice Hall like Gu Yiwu who had settled down to drink, walked to the counter of the wine shop, and knocked on the table lightly, "Dong Dong."

The wealthy old man said to the waiter in a amiable manner, "Shopkeeper, I'll treat these gentlemen outside to some wine."

Before the waiter could nod in surprise, the old man who looked like a wealthy man turned around and walked straight to Zhao Rong's table and sat down slowly. He did not look at the strange glances around him, especially the murderous gaze of the stunning woman in black dress sitting next to him.

He sat down as if no one was around, and smiled at Zhao Rong, who was shaking the wine pot with his head down, and said:

"My name is Zhou Dufu. Mr. Zhao, nice to meet you."

Zhao Rong was following the method that Brother Sanbian had taught him. He lowered his head to check the clarity of the wine. After looking at it for a while, he muttered, "This Qingzhu wine is okay."

The next second, without responding, he turned to face south and poured the pot of decent wine from left to right onto the ground.

This is the drink that the old friend who stayed forever in a place with green mountains and clear waters liked to drink.

"You don't have to buy me this bowl of wine." Zhao Rong spoke softly and paused.

He put down the empty wine jug and exhaled slowly, "As for the rest, feel free to do as you like."

Zhou Dufu glanced at the wine on the ground, not knowing who it was for, nodded calmly, reached out to take the other pot of wine in front of Zhao Rong, and poured a glass for both him and Zhao Rong.

Then, Zhou Dufu picked up his wine glass, touched Zhao Rong's untouched glass, raised his head and drank it all, and also let out a long breath. He said without feeling embarrassed:

"Okay, sir, drink the wine I offer you, and we will be friends."

Zhao Rong did not object or get angry about this Dali military god who could control millions of arrows but was so familiar with him. Instead, he nodded in agreement and took a sip of wine.

"reasonable."

Zhou Dufu looked at the interesting young man in front of him, grinned, and reached out to pour more wine so that he could have a good chat.

However, Su Qingdai, who had been listening with a cold face, could no longer hold back her anger and stood up suddenly.

The wealthy old man remained calm and composed, his movements still slow and leisurely.

Facing a high-level warrior at the Jindan realm who was almost impossible to fight against in close combat among people of the same level, Su Qingdai still had murderous aura and spiritual energy surging in her, and she was about to explode. However, she was quiet for a few breaths and still did not move.

Because a warm big hand wrapped around Su Qingdai's clenched pink fist.

Zhao Rong grabbed his maid's servant and ordered with a smile: "Pour the wine."

Su Qingdai was silent for three breaths, then stretched out her pale and trembling hands, picked up the wine jug, and shakily filled Zhou Dufu's glass. The wine overflowed, soaking the dirty black wooden table.

However, the young scholar and the wealthy old man at the table didn't care, and didn't even look at the stunning woman in black dress who was trembling next to them.

Zhao Rong and Zhou Dufu smiled at each other and nodded slightly to Su Qingdai, "What do you think of my new beauty, old general?"

The chubby old man drank the wine again. He was actually a little curious. He laughed and praised: "What a pretty Li girl. She is also a promising cultivator. Sir, you made the right decision to come to our Li land. You drink the strongest wine and pamper the wildest beauty. Just like me when I was young."

Zhao Rong nodded, "The old general is really knowledgeable. The women you have left the land look cold and arrogant. Sometimes they appear to be docile on the surface, but they are still wild in their bones. They are really interesting. But the wildest one has left. I really like the remaining one, and she is willing to follow me. To be honest, I am reluctant to let her go."

He smiled and said, then suddenly changed the subject: "It's just that I feel sad that the beauty is sad... She is mine now, and I am the old general's friend. The old general shouldn't make a new friend sad, right? So now, the wine the old general invited me to drink is not so strong."

Zhao Rong picked up the wine glass and took another sip, as if he was tasting the blandness of the wine.

Su Qingdai realized that someone was helping her bargain. She opened her beautiful eyes, turned over her left hand, and tightly grasped Zhao Rong's big hand, not letting go for a moment.

Gu Yiwu and others around them gradually understood what the three of them meant, and roughly realized that Fairy Su seemed to have some leverage in the hands of General Dali.

At this time, the atmosphere was silent and everyone was waiting quietly.

Zhou Dufu stared at the lustful young scholar who was standing up for the beauty for a while, frowning secretly in his heart.

But then, his chubby face suddenly broke into a big smile, and he nodded in agreement, "Mr. Zhao is right."

The old warrior who had spent half his life on horseback thought about it and said seriously: "It's like an old saying in my army, a friend's wife should not be bullied."

The corners of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched uncontrollably as he smiled. What the hell is this army of yours? Are they all Cao thieves?

Zhou Dufu turned around and said directly to Su Qingdai, who was looking straight at him: "Everyone in your Su family will be able to return to Nanxing County tomorrow..."

…

On the third floor of an inn in Xingzi Town.

After a beautiful girl ran away at night, Zhao Rong brought Xiao Qian'er back to the room.

The first thing Zhao Rong saw when he entered the room was something he shouldn't have seen, and his eyes widened slightly.

Well, Su Qingdai, who was wearing a pure white bellyband and underpants, was half-kneeling on the bed, making the bed and folding the quilt, and did not see Zhao Rong at first.

Because her orientation at this moment is a bit embarrassing...hiss, she is really perky, with long legs and that thing, and now her posture is so seductive.

Zhao Rong's hands, which had once had close contact with this scenery, felt itchy again... He turned his eyes away slightly.

“Ahem.”

Zhao Rong's cough was heard in the room, reminding Su Qingdai who was carefully making the bed and folding the quilt.

Zhao Qian'er, who was standing next to her, looked suspiciously at the stunning woman with big and perky breasts bending over with her back turned. She always felt that she was doing it on purpose.

"Zi Yu, you're back?" Su Qingdai turned around, wiped her forehead, and tucked a strand of black hair behind her ear, looking a bit like a good wife and mother waiting for her husband to come back from playing.

The little girl sharpened her canine teeth, and she didn't know how many times she had done so tonight. They became sharper.

But Su Qingdai only had Zhao Rong in her eyes at this moment, and didn't pay any attention to this little maid.

Zhao Rong nodded, stepped forward and said directly:

"Okay, Fairy Su, it's your turn. The night is long, let's have a good chat."

Su Qingdai bit her lip and stared at him for a while with her beautiful eyes.

She knelt on the bed, took out a black rope, raised her hand to simply tie up her long hair that had been blown dry, and smiled faintly at Zhao Rong.

"Okay, Tzuyu... Can I call you Tzuyu?" There was some hope in her tone.

I've called you my sister many times, and you're asking only now... Zhao Rong lowered his eyes helplessly and said nothing. Instead, he sat on the chair that Xiao Qian'er had brought, facing the stunning fairy in a white bellyband who was kneeling on the bed in an alluring posture.

This distance is determined by Xiao Qianer's chair, so it should be a safe distance, so he is very relieved.

This is the advantage of childhood sweethearts finally getting married. You can completely trust each other, have a natural understanding, and get along very comfortably... Well, he could also hear the sound of teeth grinding, but he pretended not to hear it.

At this time, Zhao Rong thought for a moment and said:

"Fairy Su, do you have any weapons with you? What if you get bored while chatting later and take them out to play with? If you have this habit, you should tell us as soon as possible. It's not too late to hand over the weapons now. Don't let others know what happened to Fairy Luo before, which led to a false alarm."

Su Qingdai looked down at her graceful body that she had always been proud of, and shook her head, "You are my true emperor, I came here willingly, unlike her. Besides... I can't die."

She paused, tilted her head and said, "Can I ask you a question?"

Zhao Rong glanced at Su Qingdai, who seemed to have been holding back for a long time tonight, and nodded calmly, "Ask."

"I was actually a little surprised by what happened tonight. I went to Zuixianlou to look for my destined lover... Ziyu, I know you are a scholar from Linlu Academy and you are an important person. But the Grand Master of Music and King Li Xian came to you tonight to beg you. They are both big shots in Dali. What is the reason for this? Is it just to make friends with you?"

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, thought for a moment, chuckled and spoke to her roughly about the Fengshan ceremony. Of course, he did not tell her many inside details and the arrangements for their trip.

After half an incense stick.

"What? You mean that the Fengshan ceremony of our Dali will be presided over by you, Ziyu!" Su Qingdai opened her mouth slightly, with a look of shock on her pretty face.

Zhao Rong looked at the expression on her face with great interest. The stunning fairy from Ziwei Pavilion leaned forward unconsciously, and her reaction did not seem fake.

He nodded. "Yes."

Su Qingdai was silent for a moment, as if digesting the situation, then she sighed and whispered, "No wonder."

Xiao Qian'er suddenly interrupted and said, "Don't you know that you were sold out by Li Mingyi and Ziwei Pavilion Master? This is a gift from them to my brother Rong'er."

Zhao Rong didn't say anything, which should be a good question.

Xiao Qian'er touched her pink lips with her index finger and said with a smile: "Are you too stupid to realize it, or do you really believe that Brother Rong'er is your true love? Well, are fairies so pure nowadays?"

Su Qingdai was quiet for a while, then she said honestly, "I...actually I guessed it...but..."

She lowered her eyes and said suddenly:

"Tzuyu, I have a story to tell you, would you like to listen?"

Zhao Rong tapped the handle of the chair with two fingers and looked at the beautiful woman under the candlelight. "I've been listening."

Su Qingdai's eyelashes trembled...