"Impossible." Gui's tone was firm.

"I have met Concubine Zhao Lingfei. Your wife's cultivation aptitude is ten thousand times better than yours. Well, you don't understand this analogy. Let me use another analogy. I broke through to the Fuyao realm after practicing "Ant Ascension to Heaven" once. She only needs to practice it three times at most."

"Born like gold and stone, one side is pure and empty, one side shakes the clothes, and one side rises."

"How can it take four years? Four quarters of an hour is almost enough. You must have remembered it wrong."

Zhao Rong frowned, thought about it carefully, and shook his head. "No, I remember correctly, she started practicing at the age of ten. Before that, she and I had been studying in the private school of the Zhao Mansion. After she was ten, I continued to study, while she and Qian'er embarked on the path of practice under the guidance of my mother and several other priests."

"I didn't know much about cultivation before. The reason I knew she was a fourteen-year-old Fuyao was because Qian'er told me. Unless Qian'er lied to me, she was indeed a fourteen-year-old Fuyao." Zhao Rong paused for a moment and added, "Qian'er couldn't lie to me. First, she wouldn't, and second, there's no need."

Zhao Rong clearly remembered that when he was fourteen, his mother passed away. At that time, they were about to leave the Duke's Mansion and go to Ziqi Pavilion to practice. Qian'er ran to him before leaving and cried and told him that she and the young lady would be away for a long time because the young lady had reached the Fuyao realm now, and they needed the resources of the sect to continue their practice and could no longer stay in the mansion.

Qian'er pulled his sleeves with both hands, and begged him with tears in her eyes not to be angry with the young lady anymore, and to wait for them to come back home, because Aunt Liu had passed away, and they were the only three closest people left in the world.

That day, I vaguely remember that Qingjun was standing silently in the distance.

At that time, he seemed to be full of impatience, thinking that a crybaby and a nasty person were very annoying, so he quickly got out of the way and left quickly, so as not to delay my study...

"That's strange. Logically speaking, the Ascension Realm will hardly hold anyone back. The realm that really holds people back is the Fuyao Realm, especially the bottleneck from the Fuyao Realm to the Haoran Realm. Many so-called geniuses are stuck at this step, unable to draw spiritual energy into their bodies, and become mediocre. If you said that your wife stayed in the Fuyao Realm for four years, I would barely believe it. How could she possibly reach the Ascension Realm?"

"Could it be that she has practiced some strange technique? But I have never heard of such a technique." Gui was very puzzled. "By the way, how long did she spend in the Fuyao realm?"

"I'm not sure, but I heard from Qian'er that she went directly to Xiaoyao Mansion as soon as she entered the Four Mansions of Taiqing."

"The standard for recruiting students in the four Taiqing Prefectures is that they must be sixteen years old and have reached the perfection of the Fuyao Realm. To be able to enter the Xiaoyao Prefecture directly in advance, it means that they have reached the Haoran Realm at the age of sixteen and have cultivated a natal flying sword of a high grade."

"She was judged by the palace to be a sword cultivator with great potential, so it took her less than two years to reach the Fuyao realm. This speed is about right. As for the four years to reach the Tiantian realm..."

"Could it be that you took her to skip classes and slack off every day when she was a child, or that you fell in love with her at an early age, so that she didn't have any attention on cultivation?" Gui asked suspiciously.

“…”

Zhao Rong was full of black lines on his forehead. What the hell is the tone of a bad boy like you who leads a good girl astray, a loser who leads a genius astray?

"What right do you have to defame someone's innocence like this? I studied very hard when I was a kid."

Zhao Rong touched his nose, suddenly feeling a little guilty. "Well, at least after I got engaged to her at the age of twelve, I seldom talked to her, so it has nothing to do with me."

"Oh, then before the age of twelve, it was most likely you."

"I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."

"Dare to do it but not to admit it?"

"I didn't do it, so what am I admitting?"

"Alas, how could she be so unlucky to meet a heartless scholar like you at such an early age, when she was the most ignorant and naive."

"No, I didn't. Why did you, wait, I understand, haha, you blame it all on me, just to cover up the fact that you don't know why she reached the heavenly realm in four years, right?"

“…”

"There are things you don't know. I have learned a lot. It turns out that the fallen supreme being is just like this."

The two of them quickly put the important matters behind their minds and started arguing with each other.

After a while, Zhao Rong walked back to the farmyard where he was staying with a satisfied look on his face. The yard was close to a stream, and at this moment, a petite figure was squatting by the stream.

Zhao Rong walked closer and saw that it was Su Xiaoxiao. She was washing her clothes with her back to Zhao Rong. The ponytail on her little head bounced up and down with her movements.

Zhao Rong took a glance and was about to leave, but after taking a few steps, he stopped and looked back at the petite figure squatting on the ground.

He suddenly remembered something from his childhood, a long time ago, but it just flashed through his mind inadvertently.

At that time, he and Qingjun were not yet engaged, and she had just started practicing.

After class at dusk that day, he packed up his things and walked out of the Zhao family's private school. As soon as he went out, he saw a petite figure squatting in the corner not far away.

The slender shoulders were twitching at this moment, and the high ponytail tied on the drooping little head also began to bounce along with it.

He walked over quietly, grabbed the bunch of hair mischievously, and gently lifted her ponytail.

"Look what I caught."

The girl looked back suddenly, revealing an oval face with tears in her eyes and eyebrows like a painting, but now she was frowning and sobbing, with a light brown teardrop mole under her left eye, innocently immersed in tears.

"Brother Rong'er!"

Qingjun's frown relaxed, the rain stopped and the sky cleared, a beautiful smile blossomed among her tears.

It's like the sunshine dispels all the unhappy things.

"pain."

But then he let out a soft cry.

Her black hair was held by someone and she could no longer escape. She bit her lip, tilted her head back, and looked at him in a naive way.

He loosened his grip, letting the silky black hair fall from his fingertips.

She stood up happily, adjusted her embroidered chest-length skirt with her small hands, stood in front of him, raised her head slightly, her eyes full of smiles, and she just sniffed subconsciously.

He looked at the tear marks on her face, reached out to help her wipe away the tears on her little face, stroked her eyebrows with his thumb as if sliding across a piece of white jade, and rubbed the teardrop mole again.

The movements are random, without any avoidance.

"Why are you crying?"

After saying that, he pinched her red nose.

Her cheek was still against his hand, and she looked at him with pity, and told him with grievance some of the troubles that had been hidden in her heart recently. From time to time, she tilted her head and rubbed her little face against the warm palm. Sometimes, she would stop for a while in the middle of speaking, and when she saw him nod, knowing that he was not tired of listening, she would continue talking excitedly. In fact, she had a lot to say, but she usually kept it in her heart, and only at this time would she pour it out.

She said she ran away secretly because she was not allowed to go out to play during this period, and seeing that he was still in class, she waited outside for a while.

She said she was useless and couldn't pull out the sword.

She said it was so painful when she held the sword. The pure white moonlight overflowed from the scabbard and penetrated into her body, cutting her like a knife and causing her severe pain.

She said that practicing was very difficult. Every time she gathered energy, as soon as it was touched by the moonlight, it would dissipate, and then she would have to climb the mountain again.

She said that although Aunt Liu and the others told her to take it slow and didn't blame her, she felt that she had disappointed them.

She said that she didn’t want to practice cultivation anymore, she just wanted to do simple embroidery and needlework…

He listened quietly at the time, but because he didn't understand, he didn't take it seriously.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows. Thinking about it now, these things were not as simple as he had thought before.

He was silent for a while and didn't tell Gui.

Instead, his eyes became deep and he began to re-examine many things.

soon.

The early morning sun rises slowly.

Zhao Rong and the other two packed up and set off again. Luojing of Zhongnan Kingdom was not far away and they could arrive there today.