Zhao Rong walked out of the north gate of Taiqing.

In the cold wind, he gathered his sleeves.

Zhao Rong had already noticed this small sachet.

I remember that this sachet was originally her compensation for losing a piece of his celebrity clothing, which was forgotten by Xiaoxiao in the small courtyard in Zhongnan Kingdom.

After the two of them had pledged their love for life, the sachet began to have the nature of a token of love.

In Ben Xiaoxiao's heart, perhaps this sachet wants to correspond to and be compared with... the white jade that he always hangs around his waist.

However, she had been weaving this sachet very slowly on the way to Duyou City, and had never given it to Zhao Rong. Now, after several months, the sachet has been finished.

Zhao Rong clearly remembered that this morning, when he decided to confess the matter of "Mistress White Jade" to Xiao Xiao, she was taking out the sachet and tying it around his waist.

However, when Zhao Rong made the matter of Qing Jun clear, Su Xiaoxiao withdrew her two trembling hands again.

He also quietly hid the sachet.

Although the little fox demon moved quietly, Zhao Rong seemed to have an innate talent for perceiving the sensitive thoughts of girls, and he paid special attention to these small movements.

So he kept the sachet in his mind...

At this time, at the gate of Taiqing Mansion.

Zhao Rong stopped under the huge stele engraved with the Taiqing Tianjiaolu, looked around at the sparsely populated area, and waited quietly for Qian'er.

The two of them had agreed to meet here before, but there was no sign of the little girl, so she probably hadn't arrived yet.

He reached out and touched the sachet in his arms again.

He exhaled slightly.

Zhao Rong felt somewhat relieved.

Her sachet was taken away by him. Even if this foolish and silly girl wanted to run away without a trace and never see her lover again, she would snatch the sachet back first.

So don't worry about her running away for now.

He happened to be going to Dali during this period, so he could avoid the situation and give both parties some time to calm down and avoid making impulsive mistakes...

Zhao Rong was thinking in his mind, and soon his thoughts drifted to Lidi where he was about to return.

There was a big stall there, waiting for him to go back and do the final finishing touches...

"I don't know how Brother Yiwu is preparing now... I have already contacted those forces in Xingzi Town and the outskirts of Hanjing. As long as they are not stupid, they should know the attitude and bottom line of us Fengshan students. They should not act recklessly before finding out our true trump card..."

In the evening breeze, the young scholar murmured a few words and rubbed his face with his hands.

"...And that Empress Dugu, she was a very smart woman...They say that a woman should be pretty and in mourning...A pretty widow, it's true..."

Zhao Rong suddenly remembered some things that happened when he met the most beautiful woman in the world a few days ago, and chuckled.

"Hey, what do you mean? Why do you have to dress up in mourning?" Gui was curious.

Zhao Rong came back to his senses, and said with a twitch of his lips, "It means... don't eavesdrop on other people's conversations."

He made up an explanation.

Gui sneered, "You keep talking nonsense all day long. I am very kind not to find you noisy. Zhao Rong, I advise you not to be ungrateful."

Zhao Rong smiled. After a busy day, he stretched lazily and looked back at the huge monument behind him that was engraved with names.

He said casually, "Thank you so much."

The sword spirit snorted a few words and ignored him.

Zhao Rong felt that this guy was becoming more and more feminine. He didn't know if it was a psychological illusion. The same was true of the sound it made after waking up recently.

He shook his head.

"By the way, there is something I need to talk to you about."

"What the hell?"

"Well, there are some things that need to be made clear. First of all, we are... normal friends, right?"

"What else?"

"So... that... well, my wives are my wives, right? Your wife is your wife, right?"

Gui interrupted, "I don't have a wife, and I don't like women at all... And what do you want to say?"

Zhao Rong ignored him and continued to reason slowly: "Although we are very close now, well, we have to do everything together. Although it is somewhat passive, we are also very good friends. Well, it is normal to quarrel occasionally. It does not affect our relationship. I don't dislike you. We still have to live our lives, right? However, there are some red lines that must be clearly drawn between us in advance..."

Gui was impatient, "If you have to fart, do it now!"

Feeling that the foreshadowing was almost complete, Zhao Rong said directly: "We are good friends. Except for our wives, we can share everything else. We can share honor and disgrace. But regarding the wife, we can't mess it up at all. So, Gui, please don't look at, listen to, or watch anything indecent in the future."

Return: “…”

It was stunned for a moment.

Zhao Rong continued to say seriously: "But it's okay, good buddy, if you need it and can't help it, eh, by the way, can you feel the state of your sword soul body..."

He didn't notice the frozen atmosphere, frowned and asked in confusion: "Could it be soul communication? How can I play..."

"Zhao Rong! Get out!"

The sword spirit roared, instantly interrupting Zhao Rong's words:

"I'll say it again, I have no interest in women, and even less in men! Whenever you and those stupid women do something stupid, I block my five senses, so you don't need to wear a headband or anything like that...

"You don't need to tell me. It's always like this in the past, present and future! So, get out of my way!"

Zhao Rong: “…”

The two of them were quiet for a while.

Zhao Rong covered his mouth, "Ahem, this is very good, very good..."

"roll!!!"

“…”

After a while, Zhao Rong became bored and turned around to look at the Taiqing Tianjiaolu behind him.

In his memory, Qingjun sometimes liked to gaze at this huge monument when he passed by or waited at the door.

The huge stele was engraved with the name of every graduate from the four Taiqing prefectures in Wangque Continent, as well as information such as their age at graduation and their golden elixir rank.

This huge monument has gone through countless ups and downs. The names on it are getting older and older, and it is even unknown in which historical era they were engraved.

And the flow of time does not seem to have left any significant traces on it.

The stone tablet still stands firmly and the inscription still shines brightly.

Zhao Rong vaguely understood what the lady was thinking when she often looked at the huge monument.

His eyes wandered randomly on the monument, moving higher and higher...

After a while, Zhao Rong was about to look away. He didn't recognize almost all of these names and they were meaningless.

At this moment, his eyes just passed by a three-character name.

In an instant, Zhao Rong's eyes froze.

"Zhao Xi...husband?"

At a very high place on the giant monument, the three words "Zhao Xifu" clearly caught his eyes.

Zhao Rong called out Dao Qing subconsciously, and then looked again.

A line of dazzling words was displayed:

Zhao Xifu, nineteen years old, sword cultivator, third level golden elixir.

"Nineteen years old, Golden Core Stage..."

Zhao Rong took a hissing breath and glanced around, thinking that he had seen the wrong person, but the line of inscription was still hanging quietly at a very high place.

"Is this... Shopkeeper Zhao, or are they just the same name?"

Zhao Rong frowned, not because he didn't believe that the black-hearted shopkeeper he met not long ago was a master, but because in his opinion, Xia Chongzhai was very strange.

Zhao Rong was puzzled because this name was placed too high.

The Taiqing Tianjiao Records are arranged from top to bottom, the further down you go, the closer the time is.

The higher you go, the longer the time goes.

At the moment, the line of words that Zhao Rong saw was at least thousands of years old. Even a great cultivator of the seventh realm did not seem to have such a long lifespan, right?

Although he was confused at the moment, Zhao Rong suppressed his doubts and quickly glanced elsewhere.

All of a sudden, within his sight, it seemed that no Taiqingfu student was younger than this "Zhao Xifu", not even a comparable one...

"Hey, Gui, what is the Jindan realm at the age of 19?" Zhao Rong suddenly asked.

"Nineteen golden elixirs... not bad. Considering the overall records of the nine Taiqing and four prefectures of Jiuzhou, it should be ranked in the top. Hey, did you see it in the Wangque Records of Prodigies? Where is it? Point it out to me. I remember that Wangque is a small continent and ranked last overall. In history, there were also graduates from prefectures who achieved golden elixirs at the age of nineteen? It seems that it happened in the era after me..."

Zhao Rong was also secretly surprised when he heard this.

The chief of Xiaoyao Mansion asserted that Qingjun would achieve golden elixir before the age of twenty, which was a huge prediction and praise.

And this person in front of me is not the "Zhao Xifu" with the same name, who is 19 years old and in the Golden Core stage?

At this time, Zhao Rong nodded, looked up and whispered, giving some instructions to the sword spirit.

As soon as he finished speaking, before he could hear Gui's reaction, a clear female voice suddenly came from behind him.

"You are... Mr. Zhao Ziyu?"

The woman laughed softly.

Zhao Rong looked back.

The first thing that caught my eye was a pair of lively and charming almond-shaped eyes.

Somewhat familiar.

"It's me. May I ask if you are Senior Sister Ning of Qing...Lingfei?"

Zhao Rong ignored Gui and took a quick look at the beautiful woman in red clothes, red shoes and hibiscus face, then spoke in sudden realization.

Ning Ying nodded with a smile: "Yes, my surname is Ning, with the single character Ying. I was also a student of Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion before, but I have left now."

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes as bright as ink, and stared at the bookish young scholar with bright eyes.

"Master Zhao, do you still remember me?"

I remember, how could I not remember, when you were walking on the river in Li Du in your real body, and suddenly "raised your head" from underwater, and almost hit the boat, and almost scared me to death, how could I easily forget those bloodshot eyes?

Zhao Rong complained in his heart, but smiled politely:

"That day at the foot of Youshan Mountain, Senior Sister Ning was with my Lingfei, and she also helped me later. How could I forget it? But Senior Sister Ning, you..."

He glanced calmly at the few pedestrians around.

I'm a little unsure why Qingjun's powerful senior sister showed up here in the middle of the night.

Is he also waiting for someone like him?

Zhao Rong paused and continued politely:

"I heard from my wife that you, Senior Sister, have achieved great success in the Xinran Sect, a major sect in the North, and have been working day and night to pursue the path to immortality. I didn't expect that you still remember me..."

Ning Ying smiled and shook her head.

"Mr. Zhao, please don't make fun of me. What 'high position' and what immortality are all about are just seeking a quiet place for cultivation. To achieve this, I still have to work for the sect and rely on others. Even so, I still have to be controlled by Tianya Sword Pavilion at all times... But if I am alone, the disputes on this mountain are really tiring..."

As she spoke, her eyes seemed a little lonely, and she sighed softly, "Forget it, let's not talk about this."

Zhao Rong was stunned when he saw this.

He couldn't help but glance at the woman in red clothes in front of him who showed a bit of her weak side.

Ning Ying did not look at Zhao Rong. She lowered her eyes and bit her lip. After sighing, she suddenly looked up as if she remembered something and said, "Mr. Zhao, I have not forgotten you. Your heroic deeds at the foot of Youshan Mountain that day are unforgettable to me."

The red-dressed woman looked at the young scholar with her beautiful almond-shaped eyes, sparkling.

Zhao Rong smiled and waved his hand politely.

He didn't say anything else.

Although after a heart-to-heart chat, he felt that this senior sister was not as strange and arrogant as Zhao Rong had felt when he first met her.

But the two were not familiar with each other after all, and the other party was a woman.

Zhao Rong has a sense of propriety when it comes to getting along with others.

He changed the subject and asked curiously, "By the way, Senior Sister Ning, why are you here so late?"

Ning Ying smiled and looked around:

"I just happened to come to Duyou for some work and I have to stay for a few nights. I took a walk after dinner and unconsciously turned here. Well, to be honest, I haven't been away from Taiqing Mansion for long, but now I feel like an outsider."

She shook her head gently, with an elegant smile on her face and a look of reminiscence in her eyes.

Zhao Rong smiled and nodded in agreement.

He glanced at the gate of the mansion not far away. He didn't know where Xiao Qian'er had gone and she hadn't come yet...

Ning Ying's eyes moved as she glanced at the polite yet distracted young scholar.

She raised her eyes to look at a certain part of the monument behind him, and suddenly said:

"Did Mr. Zhao just look at that name?"

The woman raised her hand and pointed in a certain direction.

Zhao Rong glanced at the familiar location on the giant monument that she was pointing to and nodded.

Ning Ying narrowed her eyes slightly and glanced at the inscription, "Zhao Xi... Husband, oh, it turns out to be this Senior Zhao."

She seemed to be trying hard to remember, and after a moment, she smiled and nodded:

"Well, he can be considered as my and Junior Sister Lingfei's senior brother. Haha, he can be said to be a very old senior brother... He is the youngest graduate in the history of our Wangque Taiqing Four Prefectures. In that era, he was extremely talented and outstanding. Isn't he a bit like Junior Sister Zhao..."

Zhao Rong looked calm as he looked at Senior Sister Ning.

While introducing them, Ning Ying paused and asked with a sweet smile, "Mr. Zhao, do you know how many years ago this Senior Brother Zhao lived?"

Frowning inwardly, Zhao Rong shook his head curiously, "I don't know."

"It has been... more than six thousand years since then." Ning Ying snapped her jade fingers and said with a smile.

Zhao Rong's eyes narrowed.

The woman in red looked at him calmly, then raised her head to look at the inscriptions high up.

No words were spoken for a while.

At this moment, in Zhao Rong's heart, Gui seemed to have seen through his current speculation and sneered and denied it:

"Impossible. A lifespan of more than 6,000 years? In the Xuanhuang human race, even if a cultivator of the seventh realm has special skills, under normal circumstances, he does not have such a long lifespan. Even if Zhao Xifu is higher than the seventh realm to the legendary half realm, he cannot reach such a lifespan. So, it may be a coincidence, or it may be a strange reincarnation..."

"Are you sure?"

"I can't explain it to you. Are you asking about the 'exceptions' outside the normal situation? Believe me, this is definitely not the kind of immortality you imagine. If such a long life span of six thousand years really exists, then some fundamental orders on the mountain and below the mountain established by the ancient emperors and sages will be broken, and it will be completely messed up. And..."

It paused, chuckled and said, "Oh, even when I was at the peak of my powers, I couldn't have lived this long."

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and suddenly asked, "Then how did you survive to this day?"

After hearing this, Gui was silent for a moment.

The next second, it laughed: "Is there a big difference between me now and death?"

Zhao Rong was silent.

No more questions.

The atmosphere between the two of them was somewhat tense.

Zhao Rong suddenly thought of the shopkeeper in Xia Chong Zhai who cursed and swore and loved to listen to interesting stories...

Gui saw that the heart lake had returned to silence, and was ready to calm down and go to sleep for a while.

However, at this time.

Zhao Rong nodded seriously: "There is a difference. At least now I can still be sarcastic, curse and quarrel every day, right? This is life."

Sword Spirit: “……???”