"Hey, Su Qingdai, I'm going to sleep on the big bed, you go down and sleep on the floor, got it?"

In the west wing of the courtyard where Zhao Rong and others stayed, a pretty girl with two casual ponytails gave the order in a haughty tone.

She pouted slightly and glanced at the woman in a black dress who was reading quietly at the table in the room.

"I won't sleep and I won't compete with you. I want to rest quietly tonight." Su Qingdai shook her head and turned another page of the book.

"Hehe, this is the best."

Xiao Qianer nodded.

She was wearing a thin nightgown that fitted her body, and her skin and hair exuded the fragrance of a bath. If she and Zhao Rong had slept in the same room in the past, Zhao Rong would have definitely "scented" her for a while, but tonight...

The little girl glanced at the quiet Su Qingdai, snorted softly, turned over and crawled into the bed.

The room became quiet, with only the sound of a woman flipping through pages.

A dim lamp on the desk where Su Qingdai was sitting lit up half of the room, while the other half was dark. Zhao Qian'er was sleeping under the covers.

At a certain moment, the former slightly raised his eyes and glanced in the direction of the dark bed where the latter was...

There was no movement.

Su Qingdai glanced sideways at the main room outside the window where a young scholar was staying. The lights were bright...

She stood up lightly.

Pour a cup of tea.

Return to the table and continue flipping through the book.

…

Yard, main house.

Zhao Rong glanced at the books and elixirs on the table and let out a sigh of relief.

Tonight, he asked Xiao Qian'er to go to the west wing and sleep with Su Qingdai on the pretext that his cultivation had reached a critical period.

In the heart lake, Gui's existence has always been Zhao Rong's secret, so it is not convenient for the little girl to be present.

As for Uncle Xiaobai in the east wing, he was not here tonight either. He said hello to Zhao Rong and Xiao Qian'er and left, saying that he would be back the next morning. No one knew where he went.

Zhao Rong shook his head and didn't think much about it.

Well, maybe Uncle Xiaobai went to some place where it is very easy to sweat and satisfied his need for victory by sweating. You have to understand that.

After all, he is already an adult and still has no wife. There is nothing he doesn't know about picking up girls, and he doesn't even put down his airs and ask him.

"This little white guy is too lame..."

Sitting at the table, the young scholar stroked his book and sighed.

He felt that he should persuade Uncle Xiaobai to go to that place less often...

Then, Zhao Rong shook his head, dispelled all distracting thoughts, and began to calmly flip through the "Serious Diary of a Warrior" on the table...

…

midnight.

The more the young scholar read this diary, the more he sighed.

"Senior warriors, the road to climbing is as high as the mountain."

He unconsciously changed his impression of the wealthy old man.

This "serious diary" records the experiences and insights of a high-level martial artist from the foot of the mountain to the middle of the mountain, as he practices the various levels of cultivation. It gave Zhao Rong the feeling of reading "Fu Shan Volume".

This is a true warrior.

At least Zhao Rong felt that his life was even harder and more difficult than his.

However, although he sighed, he held back and did not read too much of the following content.

Right now, Zhao Rong just read the description of the bottleneck of Fuyao Realm carefully and earnestly dozens of times.

Half an hour later.

Zhao Rong suddenly put down the book, and with a feeling in his heart, he began to practice walking and boxing in the house, secretly guiding the red fire dragon in the meridians in his body to flow along a mysterious meridian route, and began to accumulate power to rush into the meridians...

In order to reach Fuyao, one must be able to circulate the Great Circulation of Qi. However, now there is only one meridian left that prevents the red fire dragon in Zhao Rong's body from circulating the Great Circulation of Qi.

Therefore, he is only one step away from the Fuyao realm.

Zhao Rong knew that he was not gifted, so he could only rely on hard work and use all possible methods to try his best to open his meridians.

Another quarter of an hour passed.

Zhao Rong, who was practicing boxing, was sweating all over and exhausted. He entered the pre-prepared medicinal bath to warm himself up.

In this bathtub, there were soaked more than a dozen expensive mirror-breaking elixirs, most of which were obtained from the national treasury in the afternoon.

At this moment, Zhao Rong was leaning his head on the edge of the bucket, his face covered with a hot white towel with some blood on it.

He was motionless, as if he was asleep, or as if he was in a trance.

Can't see the expression clearly.

At a certain moment, in the bathtub.

The man's entire body turned red, and the bath water began to boil, as if someone had suddenly thrown a red-hot iron into him.

The air was thick with fog.

It's the bath water that evaporates...

After a while, when there were only six layers of water left in the bathtub, the boiling water surface finally slowly returned to calm.

Inside the bucket, the scholar suddenly raised his hand, pressed it on his face, and slowly pulled the towel down.

Zhao Rong was slightly out of breath, but his eyes were as sharp as a torch.

So bright!

He looked down at his hands and let out a long breath.

"Finally... it's working... Damn it."

Zhao Rong closed his eyes again and began to guide the red fire dragon to run smoothly through his body.

When the Ascension Realm advances to the Fuyao Realm, the spiritual energy in the body does not change much, but the transition from the small Zhoutian to the big Zhoutian is extremely important! It paves the way for the subsequent transformation into the Haoran Realm.

Therefore, the two realms of ascending to heaven and supporting the sky are the foundation of the foundation, and all require hard work.

Of course, geniuses like Qingjun and Qianer are exceptions.

The same should be true for Su Qingdai. Although she is not as monstrous as Qingjun, it should be easy for her to ascend to heaven. However, when Su Qingdai was being affectionate with Zhao Rong and quietly concerned about his cultivation, she never showed it, but instead carefully helped and gave advice.

At this moment, the young scholar soaked in the bathtub full of medicinal residues, and felt it carefully for a while. After a while, he stood up from the water and put on his clothes.

He walked towards the table while wiping his black hair.

"Gui, hey, wake up, I'm in Fuyao..."

Having just broken through the realm, for the young Confucian scholar who was finally able to break the taboo of chastity, it was no less than passing the imperial examination. He was extremely proud and his tone became cheerful.

He followed the method that had been planned before and gently called out to the sword spirit sleeping in the lake of his heart.

Soon, the sword spirit that seemed to be who knows how old woke up.

"Well, Zhao Rong, what's wrong... Hey, you finally rose to prominence?"

Gui felt a little dazed, with a feeling of loss after a long sleep.

"What do you mean by finally? Isn't this simple?"

After hearing someone bragging like that, Gui Ke was no longer sleepy and immediately became alert.

"Oh, you? You still have the nerve to say that."

Zhao Rong frowned suddenly, "Wait a minute, why is your voice so feminine all of a sudden? Why does it sound a bit coquettish? Gui, forget about our hermaphrodite relationship, but don't be so angry and do such a disgusting thing."

In short, male copper claws...

Return: “…”

I don’t know if it’s because Zhao Rong hasn’t heard Gui speak for too long, but when he suddenly listened, he found that the sound of Gui’s voice after waking up was a little different.

It's less dull and more crisp, and also has a bit of the lazy and casual feeling of just waking up.

Especially with Gui's sarcastic tone just now, Zhao Rong unexpectedly heard some anger in it.

Damn, disgusting.

The young scholar looked disgusted and spoke in a puzzled tone.

Gui was silent for a while, then suddenly yelled, "Get lost! You are so stupid. What a mess you have in your head all day long."

Zhao Rong didn't know that this insult actually put him at a great disadvantage.

At this time, the voice of the curser had regained some of its depth and hoarseness, and the tone was defiant, but the voice still had a brighter sound like a wind chime.

However, Zhao Rong was relieved. He enjoyed being scolded very much and said happily, "Not bad, not bad, this is how you are. Return to the Great Sword Spirit, scold me more and hurry up. I deserve to be scolded."

“……”Sword spirit.

"You fucking slut, get down in front of me!" Gui was angry and speechless.

Zhao Rong felt refreshed after being scolded.

He glanced out the window and saw that the lights in the west wing were off. Xiao Qian'er and Su Qingdai should have gone to bed.

So, the young Confucian scholar closed the window while listening to the sword spirit's repeated curses.

Zhao Rong returned to the table and sat down, waving his hand and saying:

"Okay, okay, stop scolding and take a rest."

"I am going to scold you, you deserve it!"

"Okay, I'll scold you later. By the way, I want to ask you, how are you preparing for my Fuyao Realm cultivation method? Before you went to sleep in, didn't you tell me that you still had something to recall? I don't know what the connection is between sleeping and recalling, but if you say so, then so be it."

The sword spirit snorted twice, "Oh, Young Master Zhao is really different now that he has reached the Fuyao realm. He even speaks louder. I feel like I am not worthy of you."

Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head. "Okay, okay, okay, you can curse or be sarcastic first, I'll wait until you're done and then ask."

"Hmph, boring." Gui was very arrogant.

If you beg me, I won’t scold you.

Zhao Rong knew it would fall for this, so he nodded:

"Let's get down to business. Remember before, you kept me in suspense, saying that my transformation into a dragon by absorbing the dragon energy of the well water might be suitable for practicing a set of ancient exercises in your memory? Do you remember it now?"

Gui curled his lips, "It's already been prepared, you're the slowest one, and you still have the nerve to rush me."

Zhao Rong ignored him and asked directly: "What kind of skills are you talking about?"

The tone is curious.

Gui stopped making noises at this time. He was quiet for a while, and suddenly said, "Do you still remember... when I first set out on the way to Duyou City, I once told you about a strange fight I witnessed at the edge of the Suzaku Heart Constellation when I was wandering in the outer space."

Zhao Rong nodded vigorously: "How could I not remember? This is the most impressive show-off I have ever seen from you."

He thought for a moment and asked sincerely, "Do you want to do it again?"

Return: “…”

It paused for a moment, ignored someone, and continued:

"I witnessed a rather large plane world being torn apart by a warrior and a demon... Well, that brave warrior won the fight, and later."

Zhao Rong slapped his thigh and interrupted, "Later he was also killed by you, I know."

After he finished speaking, he shook his head and sighed:

"Unfortunately, this martial arts senior had just finished a bloody battle and must be exhausted. Well, do you think it's easy to defeat a fierce monster and destroy a plane? As a result, you, the great swordsman Gui, jumped out from the corner and pounced on him vigorously... Well, someone doesn't follow the ethics of martial arts, I won't say who it is."

The sword spirit without martial ethics: "???"

Zhao Rong consoled him, "But it's true. After all, we won. It's not shameful. You don't have to feel too guilty."

Gui hurriedly cursed: "You are talking nonsense, I did not launch a sneak attack!"

For some reason, the more it stayed with this broken sword master, the more it disliked him and became furious.

If someone had dared to look at it more carefully before it fell, it would have been ashes. Not to mention speaking casually and flowerily in front of it like him...

The sword spirit could not help but curse Zhao Rong a few more times, and then said in an arrogant tone, looking down on him:

"Oh, so I can tell at a glance that you are a layman and don't understand anything."

Zhao Rong 'surrendered' and said: "I understand, I understand, I understand. This is not a sneak attack, this is called... a strategic appearance, right? It's the same as a strategic retreat."

Gui was anxious: "Zhao Rong, go to hell! I did choose the time to come out, but it's exactly the opposite of what you said. This strange warrior was at his most energetic when he killed that monster!"

"Oh?" Zhao Ronggao glanced at it.

The sword spirit said proudly, "For this peak warrior who has become a god in the flesh, as long as he still has a will, he will fight more and more bravely. At that time, those old guys who came secretly and watched quietly around did not dare to take a single step forward. I chose the time when he was at his peak and sent out my sword to kill him. Besides."

It paused.

"I wrongly blamed you. I didn't expect that so many old guys didn't dare to do it, but you, an old guy, dared to do it. It's amazing." Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and asked curiously: "Uh, what's the matter?"

"Get lost, you're the old man." Gui Hui cursed, and then kept the secret, "Hehe, do you know who the opponent of this warrior was at the beginning, that monster? And why were they fighting?"

Zhao Rong thought about it and felt that it was still beyond his imagination for the time being. He shook his head and said, "I don't know. Uh, as for why they fought... Could it be that they just disliked each other and said, 'What are you looking at?', 'What's wrong with me looking at you?', and then they started fighting? Or... were they fighting for territory?"

"You're going to destroy the territory when you're fighting for it? Is that how you fight for territory?"

"..."Zhao Rong.

"Ahem, that's true."

Gui Hu said seriously, "That is a... demon dragon. However, there are too many descendants of Jiaolong in the heavens and myriad worlds. The Jiaolong in our Xuanhuang Realm is different, and it is also different from the Chilong girl I raised before. Anyway, the body should be a descendant of Jiaolong without a doubt, and it is more powerful than almost all the descendants of dragons I have seen before."

“And that warrior, after tearing the evil dragon in half, crushed his elixir and refined his soul in the blood mist, he ate the dragon’s blood alive… and his spirit became even stronger.”

Gui thought about it and said with certainty:

"The surging dragon energy and blood of this demon dragon must have benefited the unknown skills he practiced. At that time, I saw with my own eyes that this warrior became even more powerful and became somewhat evil. Even his body began to spontaneously absorb the luck that was scattered and overflowing from that broken world... You may not know what this means. This luck... I will tell you about it later."

It paused for a moment, its tone unclear.

"So, the fight between this strange warrior and that monster was probably just to eat each other. They took similar paths and wanted to use the other to complete their own paths."

The sword spirit was extremely knowledgeable and had seen many things.

Zhao Rong was stunned, and suddenly thought of the dragon transformation in his body. He was also absorbing and transforming the dragon energy, but this transformation was a little unknown.

And this unfamiliar warrior from outside the world tens of thousands of years ago was even more ferocious. He was eaten alive.

Zhao Rong exhaled and sighed, "Could it be that... he has never considered grilling such a big dragon..."

Return: “???”

"Isn't it a bit unhygienic to eat it raw? Look at me, I absorb the dragon energy of the well water by making tea. I have to pay attention to hygiene."

He nodded, elegance never out of date.

"…So what if he grills it or not? Does this have anything to do with what I want to say?"

"I'm just curious."

"Don't you understand the main point of what I'm saying? Am I talking about whether the dragon wants to be barbecued? Zhao Rong, I'll burn your uncle!" The sword spirit was furious, and in the end he even forgot to say the word "this master".

Zhao Rong coughed, stopped thinking about it, and returned to the topic, "So, Gui, you mean..."

"That's right, it's the extraterrestrial skills that this weird warrior practices. It doesn't belong to the Xuanhuang Realm..." The sword spirit paused and snorted, "Well, but from now on, it belongs to it."

The young Confucian scholar was cheered up!