A huge monument like a cliff stands in front of the north gate of Taiqing Prefecture.

Under the starlight and moonlight, the inscriptions on the monument sparkle.

Under the huge monument.

"Mr. Zhao? Are you listening?"

"Ah, yes, yes! What were you talking about... By the way, Senior Sister Ning, what happened to this predecessor who lived six thousand years ago that you mentioned?"

Zhao Rong, who had his eyes lowered, suddenly woke up when he heard the soft call. He raised his eyes and glanced at the woman in front of him.

Senior Sister Ning, who had a good temper, was holding her hands together in front of her, staring at Zhao Rong with her crystal clear eyes without blinking, with some concern in her eyes.

At this time, she shook her head after hearing this, "I don't know about that. There are not many records about this Senior Brother Zhao. Maybe there are some places, but it is difficult to find the channels..."

"Then... what level of cultivation did this Senior Zhao reach?"

"I don't know either, but... it should be very high." Ning Ying nodded confidently.

"Oh?" Zhao Rong looked curious.

Ning Ying said softly: "He is... the Purple Gold Pride of our Xuanhuang race."

"Purple gold... Tianjiao?"

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and thought softly in his heart.

He wanted to ask the "living dictionary" in his heart, but the latter was already angry like a woman and ignored him in a cold war.

Although what Zhao Rong just said to it was actually what he really thought.

At this time, Ning Ying shook her head, as if she didn't want to talk about the previous topic anymore.

She glanced at Zhao Rong, puzzled:

"Why? Master Zhao is interested in him?"

Zhao Rong looked at Ning Ying and nodded calmly, "That sounds very impressive, he has reached the Golden Core stage at the age of 19. I wonder if my Qing Jun can surpass this 'family' Senior Brother Zhao."

He smiled and explained, "Well, Qingjun is Lingfei, I'm used to calling her that."

Ning Ying smiled softly.

When she smiled, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes would narrow up, looking soft and delicate, making people feel close to her and their mood brighten up.

Zhao Rong subconsciously took another look... Qingjun's Senior Sister Ning should be pursued by many men, but she is from the demon clan...

At this time, Ning Ying nodded slightly:

"I know. I heard you calling her that day at the foot of Youshan Mountain. Later, my sisters and I privately imitated you and called her 'Little Qingjun'. Junior Sister Lingfei blushed and scolded us. She told me not to call her that. Haha, it turns out that this is a nickname that is only used by husbands to call her."

The red-dressed woman smiled, raised her index finger, and nodded, "This childhood sweetheart relationship is truly enviable."

Men of all ages love to look at beauties, at least they find them pleasing to the eyes. And being complimented by a beautiful woman will make men feel very happy.

At this time, Zhao Rong was no exception.

He smiled, shook his head and didn't respond.

"Who is Mr. Zhao waiting for here?"

"Qian'er, she will be here soon."

"Oh, it's Junior Sister Qian'er."

Ning Ying nodded and took a few steps forward, as if preparing to say goodbye.

However, at this moment, she showed a slight look of confusion on her face, stopped walking, turned around, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhao, can you do me a small favor?"

Zhao Rong looked around at the empty space and wanted to decline. After all, they were a single man and a single woman. What if Senior Sister Ning made an "unwelcome request"? That would be troublesome.

However, after the conversation just now, he now has some good feelings towards Qingjun's senior sister. When he heard her say "a small favor"...

Zhao Rong glanced at the woman in red clothes who had an expectant look on her face.

"Senior Sister Ning, what's the favor? Tell me first."

"Wait a minute~" Ning Ying said crisply, while lowering her head and taking out a booklet from her sleeve.

The woman bit her lip, opened her eyes wide, and flipped through the booklet, her hands moving a little hastily.

She looks a bit pretty and charming.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and glanced at the cover of the book in her hand. He found that it was a popular collection of poems on the market. This familiar cover could often be seen at literary gatherings held by women in the mountains.

He had read it before when he was bored, and it was pretty good, so...

Senior Sister Ning, who has a good cultivation, also likes poetry? Well, yes, some monsters seem to admire human writings and poetry.

Well, for example, a little fox demon who loves to read books about talented men and beautiful women...

Zhao Rong thought of Xiaoxiao and smiled in his heart.

At this time he did not say anything and just stood by and watched.

Afterwards, Ning Ying turned to a certain page in the collection of poems and asked Zhao Rong seriously and curiously about the meaning and function of a certain obscure image in one of the poems.

Seeing that it was indeed a small favor, Zhao Rong nodded and began to explain to her.

During this time, the two of them kept a polite distance under the huge monument in an empty place, and there was nothing wrong with teaching each other the "posture".

Zhao Rong spoke seriously, and occasionally he looked up and found that Senior Sister Ning was listening attentively.

He nodded slightly in his heart.

Soon, Zhao Rong finished explaining, and Ning Ying smiled, as if she had suddenly understood.

"...She is silent, the plum blossom shadows quietly move across the red bridge, her skirt flutters in the north wind... I see... There is also this tortuous and sad meaning in it... Mr. Zhao, you, you are amazing! I have asked other people before, including your fellow students in the academy, but at least none of them can explain it as well as you do, and it is so simple and profound."

She put her two bare hands together, closed the poetry collection, and looked at Zhao Rong with her almond-shaped eyes wide open.

Her eyebrows were filled with a little joy. "Moreover, many of your explanations that I think make sense have never been mentioned by those people. Mr. Zhao, did you think of these after reading them once?"

Zhao Rong felt that Ning Ying, who had previously given him the impression of a gentle and royal sister, now looked adorable as she held the book and stared, a bit like a literary girl who admired a scholar.

This sudden revelation made Zhao Rong wonder... Did this young master accidentally unlock the strange attributes of my senior sister? Why does it feel like something is wrong with the next script?

The young scholar frowned slightly, unable to be noticed.

Zhao Rong looked humble and waved his hand.

"Senior Sister Ning, you are overpraising me. These are just some misconceptions. They are not as good as what other senior brothers in the academy say."

His tone was serious, and Senior Sister Ning in front of him did not continue to praise him as naively as he had guessed.

"Oh, really."

Ning Ying nodded reasonably.

Then she narrowed her almond-shaped eyes and glanced at the cautious and modest Zhao Rong.

She opened her lips, her teeth like pearls, and spoke in a clear voice: "That Mr. Zhao is also very capable, not much worse than those few bookworms in the academy. Junior Sister Lingfei's vision is indeed very good."

Hmm? Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows. If you praise Qingjun, then I won’t be polite.

"Indeed." He nodded.

"Uh..." Ning Ying choked and glanced at Zhao Rong. She immediately changed the subject and said sincerely, "Junior brother, I still have a few small questions about poetry that have been stumping me before... However, it's too late now and it's a bit inconvenient. I can't bother you anymore."

Zhao Rong nodded, but was not prepared to respond politely because he was afraid that Senior Sister Ning would take it seriously and stay to ask more questions.

But the next second.

"But..." Ning Ying said suddenly.

Zhao Rong's eyelids twitched, and he guessed that there might be a turning point, but he didn't expect it to really come.

Okay, can't avoid it.

"But what?" he said helplessly, glancing at her.

Ning Ying held the book in her arms and looked at Zhao Rong with sparkling eyes:

"It's said that it's hard to meet a great master, and hard to hear the truth. How about this, Junior Brother Zhao, would you mind telling me where you live in the academy? Well, I'm a little girl, so it's certainly not appropriate for me to go in, but we can make an appointment and go find you there in a few days, and then come out to find a suitable place..."

She paused for a moment, then looked inquiringly and said, "I would like to ask Master Zhao about these questions that have troubled me for a long time. What do you think?"

Zhao Rong calmed down and glanced at Senior Sister Ning.

She spoke in an orderly manner, and her expression and attitude were not pushy, making it quite pleasant to be around her.

Zhao Rong nodded in his heart, and then...

"I'm sorry, Senior Sister Ning, I have to take the Yunhai ferry down the mountain tonight, and I won't be in the academy for some time. Why don't you ask someone else for advice? I can introduce some senior brothers in the academy to me." He chuckled and politely refused.

Ning Ying frowned slightly, "How long will it take for Junior Brother to go down the mountain?"

Zhao Rong shook his head, "I'm not sure, Senior Sister, please don't wait for me."

"Okay then." Ning Ying nodded and didn't argue any further.

She smiled softly at Zhao Rong, "Then be careful when you go down the mountain, Junior Brother."

Zhao Rong was actually quite surprised that he could refuse the beautiful lady's request without much effort.

It seems that this Senior Sister Ning is not the kind of literary young girl in the storytelling novels who pesters the protagonist and finally gives himself up without hesitation. But she is a swordsman from the demon race who is at the Star-Picking Realm and has a powerful cultivation base. How could it be that simple?

He complained out of boredom in his heart.

In fact, after Su Qingdai and Luo Xiu's repeated "throwing themselves at Zhao Rong's arms" in Dali Xingzi Town not long ago, Zhao Rong seemed to be overly wary of the sudden closeness of beautiful women.

There is no such thing as a free lunch, let alone Lin Daiyu.

Well, it is possible that Su Xiaoxiao will be lost. She is really stupid enough to give it away for free...

At this time, Ning Ying nodded, carefully inserted a bookmark on one of the pages of the poetry collection, and then carefully put it away.

Zhao Rong saw this and became less vigilant.

"Mr. Zhao, you said you were going down the mountain later. Where are you going?" Ning Ying asked casually.

Zhao Rong looked at her and felt that there was nothing to hide, besides, he had just rejected her ruthlessly.

So he briefly talked about the affairs of Dali, but of course he did not mention the important matters.

The woman in red listened for a while, her expression normal, and occasionally gave some small suggestions.

Afterwards, the two people under the giant monument had a polite conversation.

At this moment, Ning Ying looked up at the sky, said goodbye with a smile, and then left without any delay.

Standing there, Zhao Rong rolled up his sleeves and watched Senior Sister Ning leave.

After a while, he wanted to turn back, but suddenly he couldn't help but look back and stare at Ning Ying's back.

For some reason, Zhao Rong always felt... as if something was wrong.

An illusion, or... something is wrong.

Wait, did she use some rhetoric to build closer rapport?

For example, when they first meet, she asks him to do her a small favor to accumulate some "sunk costs", and then asks him for more troublesome things and asks for help, making him feel embarrassed to refuse?

This seems to be a routine rhetoric. Is it a coincidence, or does this Senior Sister Ning have a high emotional intelligence?

Is there a purpose behind this, or is it just a request for help with poetry?

Zhao Rong stood still and was quiet for a while, then shook his head slightly at one point.

He still felt that he had nothing that could be coveted. Hmm, could it be that Senior Sister Ning was coveting... a man?

This is really hard for him to hide...

In fact, Zhao Rong had heard Qingjun mention this Senior Sister Ning.

She practices sword cultivation with the body of a white dragon monster and is one of the most outstanding and outstanding students of different species in the four prefectures of Wangque, Taiqing and other prefectures in the past thousands of years.

Today, Senior Sister Ning has successfully made her way across the river, forged a demon pill of extremely high quality, and successfully "picked the star".

The Star-Picking Realm demon race is extremely rare on the Wangquezhou Mountain where the demon race is in decline, let alone the alien sword cultivators.

And she has a natural physique of an alien dragon that is comparable to that of a warrior, and she also has a powerful flying sword that can temper her body with sword energy. The killing power of such an alien female swordsman is so strong that she can almost crush the average warrior of the same Jindan realm.

Therefore, this Senior Sister Ning can be regarded as the top-level Tianjiao Fairy of Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion before Qingjun...

Just as Zhao Rong was looking at Senior Sister Ning's back and recalling the past carefully.

Gui Hu said: "Her true form is a white dragon... White is very rare."

I don't know what it remembered, but its tone became more interested: "Hey, Zhao Rong, help me, and try to take her as your slave in the future."

“!!!” Zhao Rong.

Is this something a normal sword spirit who doesn't like women would come up with?