Just when the young Confucian scholar was considering whether to retire a certain sword spirit, Gui's voice came again.

"Hey, look in the mirror first."

Zhao Rong was alert, "What are you going to do?"

"Take a look first."

Zhao Rong thought about it and sighed, "Could it be that some old guy is trying to use it to eliminate the low taste and aesthetic taste that is tens of thousands of years behind and slander the appearance of the most handsome man in the world? That shouldn't be the case, right?"

The tone is sincere.

Return: “?”

"If you don't want to do it, then forget it. Who wants to see you?"

Zhao Rong refused to give in. "Tell me what you want to do first."

When it comes to spoiling people's fun, he can always be trusted to win.

"I want to take a look at your eyes to see if they have changed as I expected..." The sword spirit thought for a moment and said, "However, if you are really shy, you can endure not looking in the mirror for the rest of your life... Go out now and look around to see if you can find anything."

Zhao Rong chuckled twice and refused to be provoked.

He put down his sleeves, stood up without saying a word, opened the curtain of the tent and looked outside.

It was late at night, and most of the tents on the wasteland had turned off their lights. There were only a few scattered fires and the torches of patrolling guards in the camp...

The young scholar looked around at the wasteland and suddenly let out a light exclamation.

Gui Xiaoyu's voice came: "Hey, did you see it?"

Zhao Rong took a deep breath of the cool night breeze and looked in a certain direction for a while.

Just above a tent not far from him.

"I saw... a red gas rising from there into the sky, shaped like a dragon or a phoenix, forming lines..."

"Oh, I really saw it. Where is that?"

The young scholar was silent for a moment, then said softly, "The central tent where Dugu and the young emperor live."

Gui chuckled, "Oh, so you really have the ability to see the air, this is a great magical power."

"Zhao Rong, this is the Son of Heaven's Qi. Your eyes already have the ability to detect dragon's Qi, and the Son of Heaven's Qi emitted by the True Dragon Son of Heaven of the secular dynasty is also a type of dragon's Qi. It happens to be a pleasant surprise that you can see it."

Zhao Rong was squinting his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, looking at the central tent, and when he heard the so-called "unexpected surprise", he remained silent.

The sword spirit in the heart lake said again:

"Zhao Rong, if the source of this anger is really that playful Dugu clan and that silly little emperor, then you can already take sides. This great dynasty under the mountain will eventually fall into the hands of them, mother and son, there is no doubt about it."

Someone rolled up his sleeves and said nothing.

Gui Xiaoyin: "It's common to add icing on the cake, but it's hard to find help in times of need. I heard you say before that you wanted to be neutral and not take sides, but now that you have the upper hand, won't you turn around and help them in times of need? Help the orphans and widows, let them be touched, maybe, after helping them, they will become your family members?"

It spoke in a joking tone, and stopped here, unable to help but laugh.

Zhao Rong still didn't speak, as if he thought that someone was boring and there was nothing to talk about.

He withdrew his gaze from the central tent, and his specific expression could not be seen in the darkness.

The sword spirit didn't care. Sometimes it spoke just to tease him.

However, the latter doesn't seem to be so fooled now.

Gui changed the subject and said, "By the way, are you here to worship the Moon Mountain? I haven't asked you about these things since I woke up. Now that I have some free time, you can tell me the whole story in detail."

"What's there to say? I'm going to be very busy these next two days. Just don't make things more complicated. Things will be done quickly."

Zhao Rong shook his head, rubbed his eyebrows with his hand, closed his eyes and rested for a while.

Then he opened his eyes again and looked at places further away.

Zhao Rong thought for a while, then suddenly said:

"You said that the energy of the True Dragon Son of Heaven is also a kind of dragon energy, and I can see it. Then can I... also absorb it?"

Gui calmed down, seemed to be in deep thought for a while, and only uttered four words.

“You can try.”

Zhao Rong frowned.

The sword spirit thought about it and explained:

"After all, it is the aura of the true dragon emperor, which is very special. The thousands of dynasties under this mountain are not as simple as mortal ants that people on the mountain can despise.

"The existence of dynasties is also a fundamental order of the Xuanhuang Realm, and is maintained by the Four Great Grand Masters, although the latter spend most of their time managing the order on the mountain...

"Heh, our ancestors in Xuanhuang Jiuzhou have left behind quite a few 'rules'..."

Zhao Rong nodded, "I understand."

"Why, do you want to try to 'eat' some of the emperor's energy?" Gui Xiao asked.

Zhao Rong did not answer, but asked: "I actually have another question."

"you say."

Zhao Rong repeated, "The dragon carp is me, and the evil dragon is also me... In the future, as I consume more dragon energy, the dragon carp will continue to grow after being fed, and the evil dragon will eat its nutrients."

He spoke word by word, "Will the evil dragons in my heart become increasingly difficult to deal with, until they break through that cordon?"

The young Confucian scholar suddenly said something awkward.

“Will I eat myself?”

He is the dragon carp and he is also the evil dragon.

Gui was silent for a while, then nodded and praised: "That makes sense, Mr. Zhao is indeed thoughtful."

The young scholar smiled and said, "Really? Why do I feel like you deliberately didn't mention it and just picked out the good ones for me to talk about?"

The sword spirit also chuckled and nodded, "Are you saying that I want to harm you?"

"I didn't think so. But there's definitely something wrong with you."

Gui was silent for a moment and admitted:

"I have modified this set of outer-world skills to make it suitable for the Xuanhuang people to practice, but I have never practiced it from scratch. You are the first person to try it, so there are risks."

It said in a serious tone:

"I raised these evil dragons for you, so I will naturally keep an eye on them for you... I didn't tell you in advance because the time is far from coming. If some of the things I speculated about really happen, I will naturally have ways to solve the problem at that time. Besides, these are just speculations at the moment."

The heart lake was quiet for a while.

Both seemed to be pondering the pros and cons.

After a moment, Gui first said, "And have you forgotten... that outsider warrior? He was able to reach the top of the mountain by the same road. Zhao Rong, why can't you?"

The young scholar exhaled and nodded, "Then... give it a try?"

The sword spirit also smiled, "Okay, let's try it!"

After a moment.

Zhao Rong still stood outside the tent door, not going back, staring somewhere in the distance.

"Hey, what are you still looking at?"

Gui curled his lips and said, "You have just acquired this magical power of observing dragon energy, and you are not proficient in its use. Places farther away are invisible to the naked eye. When you have a deeper level of cultivation, I will teach you a set of secret techniques of observing energy..."

The sword spirit was speaking when he was suddenly interrupted by the silent Zhao Rong.

"Are you sure...I can't see too far?"

He squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky somewhere in the distance.

Gui paused.

At the entrance of the tent, in the darkness, silence fell between the two.

The sword spirit asked seriously: "What did you see?"

The young scholar lowered his head, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes.

Whispered:

"I saw a white-gold aura rising from the top of the Jiyue Mountain, which vaguely resembled... a tripod."

The air was quiet for a moment.

Zhao Rong broke the silence and said:

"Gui, what kind of tripod is this?"

"I can't see it, so how can I know what it is? Please describe it in detail."

On a small path leading from the wilderness to the Moon Festival Mountain, there was a slender and solitary figure moving forward quietly, turning left and right from time to time to avoid the army's secret sentries.

Zhao Rong observed the movements all around him as he approached the Jiyue Mountain, squinting his eyes as he looked into the distance.

Since he obtained the ability to see qi tonight, in his field of vision, in the distance above the top of the mountain where the moon was sacrificed, in addition to a bright moon hanging high in the sky, there was also a magnificent cauldron condensed with platinum qi.

"Light gold, four legs and two ears, square shape..."

Zhao Rong squinted his eyes for a moment and shook his head. "Besides that, I can't see any other details. This tripod was condensed by the light golden energy. There are only general outlines, which are too blurry to be seen clearly."

Return to silence for a moment.

"It's too general. If only you could see the pattern on it clearly... Many tripods in the world look like this. I can't guess for sure."

Zhao Rong nodded.

Gui asked curiously, "What are you doing now? Why are you running out in the middle of the night?"

Zhao Rong rolled up his sleeves and used martial arts skills to walk lightly in the shadows of the woods and grass.

At this time, he avoided a secret sentry post of the military patrol.

"I can't sleep, so I want to go to the top of the mountain. At dawn, I will take Brother Yiwu and the others to Jiyue Mountain to inspect the arrangements and work out the details... If nothing goes wrong, the ceremony will be held tomorrow morning."

Zhao Rong rubbed his forehead and spoke casually.

"Then why are you hiding?"

"Oh, I'm used to it."

The young scholar smiled and said, "Well, I don't want the lady to have trouble sleeping or eating, otherwise she will probably ask me to have dinner with her again tomorrow..."

Gui: "Oh, such a beautiful lady, you don't want to go?"

Zhao Rong said calmly, "She is the Queen Mother of Dali, and I am a Confucian scholar in the academy. If it weren't for this Fengshan ceremony, we wouldn't have had any contact at all. So don't tease me about this in the future. It's meaningless."

Gui nodded: "Tsk, Mr. Zhao's ideological awareness is getting higher and higher."

"Thanks to the great sword spirit."

The two of them complimented him sincerely.

At this time, Zhao Rong stopped, squinted his eyes to look in the direction of the top of the mountain, and then jumped onto the tree.

"Look, it's lightning and thunder."

He pointed to the top of Jiyue Mountain.

In the darkness, a few flashes of lightning appeared from time to time on the top of the mountain.

Like a child's paintbrush, the winding white line connects the mountain top with the dark clouds.

After a few breaths, the sound of thunder finally came.

Boom——!

It's dull yet contains a terrifying momentum.

Zhao Rong nodded, "I've inquired about it. This Jiyue Mountain is too high, and there are thunders on the top of the mountain all year round, almost every day, roughly at certain fixed time periods."

He paused and said with a smile: "Gui, do you think this year's Tianlei can do it?"

Gui looked at it carefully for a while, and said with a few clicks of the tongue, "It seems to be quite stable. Are you going to complete the final tempering of Li Ji Sword Pill here? You can give it a try."

Zhao Rong nodded.

Gui looked through his brow chakra, and then looked at the distant mountain tops for a few more times, and sighed softly:

"After many twists and turns, we have finally arrived at the Moon-Sacrificing Mountain with the Purple Gold Furnace and the Li Ji Sword Pill to refine them. The Moon-Sacrificing Mountain is one of the sacred places of the ancient Li Clan... Sigh, I don't know if this is fate."

Zhao Rong touched the Sumeru object in his sleeve and frowned slightly.

"The ancient Li Emperor was born in the Li clan. In her time, under her protection, the ancient Li clan went from being a branch of the Moon Palace descendants to becoming the masters of the ancient Wangque Continent."

The sword spirit's voice couldn't help but sound ancient and distant:

"Wangque, Wangque... looking at the palace of the Ninth Heaven. The origin of the name of Wangque Continent has nothing to do with the later Duyou Ji clan. The Youwang lineage of the Ji clan is just trying to flatter itself."

There was some contempt in its tone.

Zhao Rong looked thoughtful.

It turns out that the origin of the name Wangque is related to the Nine-Sky Moon Palace.

The sword spirit paused for a few breaths, then turned to ask for instructions:

"After all, this Li Ji Sword Pill was forged from the sword principles left by the Li Emperor, so it is inevitable that it has some unknown connection with the Li Clan. In the ancient times, this Moon Sacrifice Mountain seemed to be the place where the Li Clan buried their ancestors and worshipped the Moon Palace gods... Although times have passed, the world has changed a lot."

"Zhao Rong, you have to refine the Li Ji Sword Pill here and make it perfect. Be careful that it may cause some strange phenomena and reactions."

Zhao Rong nodded, "I understand. So let's go up and explore the way tonight..."

As he was listening to him speak, he saw that Zhao Rong gradually stopped talking, and his gaze seemed to shift away, turning to a certain direction on the right that deviated from the main road.

"What's wrong, Zhao Rong?"

The young scholar rubbed his eyes again, then raised his head and looked somewhere.

"There seems to be dragon energy in that direction as well."

There was silence between the two.

After a moment.

The young scholar in the darkness turned slightly, and then in the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the woods.

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