"What's the meaning?"

In the pavilion, the sword spirit asked.

Zhao Rong gently twisted the stem of the 'little red flower' with two fingers, making it rotate slowly.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the blood-red petals, his tone somewhat... uncertain:

"When I'm with her, I always feel like... I'm facing Qingjun or Qian'er... Qingjun or Qian'er when they were little."

Gui seemed to be thinking about something, trying to understand: "You mean... the way childhood sweethearts get along? Just now in the ruins, there seemed to be some such atmosphere between the two of you..."

"'This unknown obsession' seems to really want to be your sister, starting with giving you this little red flower, and later giving you so many good things... It's a bit like a childhood sweetheart brother and sister getting along, just like you and Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qian'er are together, feeding them with free food..."

It raised its head and sighed, "Ah, you are worthy of being the Master of Peach Blossom Sword."

Zhao Rong curled the corner of his mouth, and seeing that the sword spirit was talking about something else, he did not retort as he did in the past.

I'm not interested at this moment.

He lowered his head and carefully put away the little red flower.

He raised his hand and rubbed the face that seemed to have been optimized and retouched - Zhao Rong still had a sense of illusion lingering in his heart.

A persistent woman who has been wandering in the ancient ruins for who knows how many years and waiting for many visitors;

A mythical journey through the ruins of the mysterious Wangque City;

There was also a strange rebirth and a brand new look in the dragon coffin...

It all has a dreamlike and mythical feel, especially the transparent woman.

Is she really alive?

Or is it just like a pre-set program, left in the ruins, quietly waiting for the right person to come thousands of years later.

Was all this mythical journey he had been on just an illusion?

It was not like 'traveling with the flying fairies and embracing the bright moon forever'. It was clear that from the beginning to the end, it was just him alone. The woman was really just a piece of air, an obsession.

But can this unknown woman's obsession really represent this woman?

After finally letting go, can you bring the "peace of mind" back to her true heart?

Or...did she die countless years ago?

Zhao Rong suddenly felt a little blocked in his heart, with a feeling of depression that he couldn't get rid of.

"Hey Zhao Rong, what's wrong with you? Why are you feeling so down?"

The sword spirit withdrew its gaze from his heart.

Zhao Rong suddenly looked up and said, "Gui, I want to ask you something."

Gui: "Before asking others, Mr. Zhao, please say 'please'."

Zhao Rong ignored it and asked directly: "Do you think the mistress of this obsession is stronger than you were before you died?"

The sword spirit paused, then calmly said, "Why are you asking this?"

Zhao Rong shook his head, "Answer my question."

Gui seemed to think about it for a while, then said vaguely, "About the same."

"How much difference is there? Who is worse than whom?"

Gui curled his lips and said casually, "Probably 40% to 60%."

Zhao Rong nodded, perhaps understanding something.

Gui couldn't help but explain: "Six is ​​of course this seat. However, well, those beings born in the wild and myriad tribes in the ancient mythological era are still very powerful, and many of them have gone to the starry sky... In this regard, it is indeed difficult for later generations to match them."

The sword spirit sighed for no apparent reason, "Order and unity may bring peace and prosperity, but only chaos and conflict can give birth to truly powerful people."

Zhao Rong still nodded and didn't reply.

The arrogant and face-saving sword spirit said that the ratio was 40:60, which meant that in reality it was undoubtedly at least 50:50.

Furthermore, it also unnecessarily emphasizes that the characters of the ancient mythological era are more powerful than the same level beings in the peaceful era of later generations...

Seeing Zhao Rong not speaking, a certain sword spirit was inexplicably unhappy and said impatiently: "Hey, why are you asking these questions?"

Zhao Rong glanced at the small bronze tripod on the table in the pavilion, then turned to look at the huge light golden tripod above the mountain not far away.

He asked, "How long have you lived?"

Gui said coldly: "It's none of your business. I can always leave later than you anyway."

The Sword Master and the Sword Spirit share weal and woe. It is not wrong that it said that he died a little later than Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong nodded and suddenly said, "Even you can survive for so long, so... I believe she should still be here, maybe... she is living in another way, just like your sword spirit state."

So there is always a chance to meet again.

Laziness???

Gui nodded and said sincerely: "Thank you, I am offended."

But Zhao Rong did not reply.

He was distracted again...

Zhao Rong stood in the pavilion for a long time.

He seemed to have come to his senses.

He turned around, took a quick look at the environment inside the pavilion, and memorized it silently in his mind.

He will come back again.

Zhao Rong touched the little red flower in her arms, muttered something to herself, and turned to leave.

"Hey, brat!"

Suddenly, a man's voice came from outside the pavilion behind me.

Zhao Rong looked back.

At the intersection not far away, there was a man covered in green, holding a sword, standing and looking at him with a big laugh.

"You little bastard, you made me look for you for a long time! Why are you so... popular?"

Li Bai's tone was both joyful and sad. He thought for a long time before organizing his words and came up with the adjective "popular".

The man strode into the pavilion and looked the new Zhao Rong up and down carefully.

Finally I breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Rong thought for a moment, looked at him, and asked seriously, "Who are you?"

Li Bai: “…”

He glanced at the stunned Zhao Rong, stroked his stubbled chin, and muttered as he looked at him, "Hey, could this kid have lost his memory? Then he owes me 1,821 spirit stones, and the 18 pots of East City Drunken Sword Immortal's signature wine..."

Zhao Rong immediately frowned, "How can this be possible? You must have recognized the wrong person. Please take a closer look at my handsome face. If the person you are looking for is as handsome as me, would he have to pay for drinks?"

Li Bai held the sword, glanced at him, and said meaningfully: "No matter how handsome you become, you are still a bad boy. Just because you become handsome, you can cheat. Can you cheat the young lady, Qian'er and my uncle of their wine?"

Zhao Rong blinked.

After some funny moments, my previous melancholy mood was relieved a lot.

He patted his sleeves and nodded seriously, "Okay, then I'll follow this good man's instructions."

As he spoke, Zhao Rong took out the Dali wine that he had stored in Hanjing from the Xumi object and threw it to the smiling man.

Li Bai was amused. He patted the boy's shoulder with his big hand and said with amusement and helplessness: "What's the good man and bad Khan? Call me uncle!"

The two of them laughed and chatted, then left the pavilion tacitly and walked down the mountain.

Li Bai turned to look at him, his smile faded as he said, "Zhao boy, I know everything. After you teleported Qian'er out, she hurriedly notified the young lady and me, and then..."

He briefly explained to Zhao Rong what happened later that he didn't know about.

At the end, the man paused and said seriously, "This time, it was Uncle Xiaobai who was careless. I shouldn't have let my guard down and left after the Fengshan ceremony, giving the thieves an opportunity to take advantage of me... I sincerely apologize to you here...

"In addition, I, along with the young lady and Qian'er, have heard about what happened in the main hall of the imperial mausoleum from Zhu Yourong, who witnessed it. You did it..."

He paused and nodded vigorously, "Very impressive, not only did he survive, but he also managed to make a thrilling comeback and kill Jindan with a hissing sound."

On the way down the mountain, Zhao Rong smiled gently and shook his head.

He raised his hand and rubbed his face again.

"Qingjun, and...Mr. Zhu, are you all here..."

He put his hand down and suddenly asked, "How did Uncle Xiaobai find the pavilion just now?"

Li Bai glanced at Zhao Rong without any expression.

Surprisingly, he discovered that this boy's calm, inquiring eyes could actually give him a sense of oppression.

I don't know if it's because he had a narrow escape from death and a chance encounter that his whole body has a new aura...

Li Bai muttered in his heart but smiled on his face.

The man originally wanted to use the teleportation array in the main hall of the imperial mausoleum to enter the ruins of Wangque City to find Zhao Rong. However, because he lacked the blood of the Li Nu to activate the mechanism, he temporarily came out and came to Jiyue Mountain to find a Li Nu doll to borrow a few drops of blood.

However, after arriving at the Jiyue Mountain, Li Bai suddenly remembered that when he left the Wangque City ruins after meeting with Li not long ago, he took an ancient magic circle that could teleport to the Jiyue Mountain. So, is it possible that Zhao Rong was rescued by Luo Xiu and the others and then sent out by the same route?

So after Li Bai collected a few drops of Li Nu's blood, he followed his memory and returned to the "exit pavilion", ready to take a look and leave a mark.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived, he ran into Zhao Rong who was in a daze in the pavilion.

It's like searching for something everywhere but finding it, but finally I got it without any effort.

So the man blinked and silently put away the porcelain bottle containing Li Nu's blood...

At this moment, on the mountain road, facing Zhao Rong's questioning and gaze, Li Bai changed his words, but he did not say that it was an accidental success, but said that my uncle had a brilliant plan...

In addition, Li Bai also told Zhao Rong what he had said to Zhao Lingfei and others in the underground palace of the imperial mausoleum.

The general meaning is that the ancient power in the land to which the women who rescued Zhao Rong in the imperial mausoleum belonged has some business dealings with their own Qinglianju. This time he followed Zhao Rong to Dali, in addition to protecting him, he also contacted this "local ancient power" to discuss business...

Explanations like these.

During the narration, Li Bai was actually observing Zhao Rong's expression quietly.

Because the man was not sure what Zhao Rong had experienced in the ruins of Wangque City, and whether Luo Xiu and other women had revealed to him some details and secrets of this "local ancient force".

Logically, it shouldn't be the case, because no matter how you look at it, Zhao Rong is just an outsider who has barged in, and the women under Li's command are not so ignorant of the rules...

Zhao Rong listened carefully. His face did not show any fluctuation the whole time. He just calmly asked a few questions about what he did not understand, which made Li Bai relax and no longer suspect anything.

However, the man holding the sword had no idea that the calm scholar in white who was leaving the ruins in front of him had already fully understood the secret situation of Dali under the glazed crescent moon dome not long ago.

The details of this "local ancient force" mentioned by Li Bai were deduced clearly.

Therefore, the man's words had many loopholes in Zhao Rong's ears.

But he remained quiet, nodded and listened, and did not reveal anything.

Many signs before had already made the sensitive Zhao Rong aware of some special and strange things about the fourth branch of the Duke of Jingnan, to whom he was the son-in-law.

There are some special and extraordinary people around him, Qingjun and Qian'er, protecting them as they grow...

However, Zhao Rong saw through these things but did not say anything.

He still needs some more time to observe and confirm some things.

At this moment, Li Bai finished explaining. Zhao Rong pretended to digest it and was silent. He nodded, "Let's go, Uncle Xiaobai, let's go back to the underground palace of the imperial mausoleum. Don't let Qingjun, Xiaoqian'er, and... Mr. Zhu wait anxiously. They probably don't know you found me yet."

Li Bai nodded, but then glanced at Zhao Rong's heroic new appearance, the small white jade sword floating on his shoulder, and the empty scabbard at his waist.

He suddenly asked, "Have you seen the girl called Luo Xiu?"

Zhao Rong nodded and glanced at Uncle Xiaobai. He was not surprised that Uncle Xiaobai had seen and knew Luo Xiu before.

Before in Xingzi Town, Li Bai followed him the whole time.

When Zhao Rong "released" the pure white Han Palace's Luo Xiu, the man was also there...

Li Bai showed a hint of hesitation on his face, as if he wanted to give some reminder.

On the mountain path, Zhao Rong was wearing white clothes and black hair. Both his clothes and hair were flowing freely, not tied or tied, and were slightly fluttering.

I didn't look at Li Bai next to me.

Zhao Rong knew that he wanted to bring up the matter of Luo Xiu's Pure White Palace, and reminded him to quickly think of a "friendly statement" to report to Qingjun and Qian'er when he returned.

At this time, he silently took out the Confucian scholar's turban from the Sumeru object and skillfully tied his jet-black hair into a crown.

When tying his hair, Zhao Rong raised his head slightly, revealing a thin, handsome face with sharp edges and distinct features like a sculpture.

Just like his sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, he is heroic and brave.

This attracted the attention of the string music girls passing by them on the surrounding mountain roads.

For a moment, quite a few proud and beautiful women stopped where they were, staring at Zhao Rong, their eyes fixed on his face...

It seems... he's so handsome that he's affecting the traffic on the road.

Li Bai: “…”

Zhao Rong turned around suddenly and said, "Thank you, Uncle Xiaobai. I knew what to do."

Li Bai nodded. "That's fine. I won't say much. Anyway, it's you two..."

He paused, then silently changed his title to: "...the life of the four of us."

Zhao Rong: “……???”

A family of four?

He, Qingjun, Qianer, and the other Li Bai, who are they referring to?

Zhao Rong didn't think of Zhu Yourong for a moment.

The main reason was that he didn't know that not long ago, three women in the imperial mausoleum had a "internal conflict" and secretly broke out into a small Shura field...

Just when Zhao Rong was wondering if Li Bai had learned about Su Xiaoxiao from somewhere.

Li Bai looked calmly at the gazes coming from all directions.

Well, he perfectly bypassed the master and landed on the brat next to him who could make Li Nu's heart beat even with a frown.

At the moment, because the two of them were close to the top of Jiyue Mountain, many string musicians belonging to the Music Bureau passed by on this mountain road...

Walking with Zhao Rong, Li Bai felt a little pressure.

Well, just a little bit really.

So he resolutely proposed to return to the imperial mausoleum immediately, and Zhao Rong naturally had no objection.

The man holding the sword put his hand on the shoulder of the scholar in white and took him away on the wind.

Only a group of women who felt lost and reluctant were left there.

The air was silent for a moment, and the girls looked at each other, as if they had noticed their impoliteness and inappropriate reactions just now.

The atmosphere was quite awkward, and then they all ran away quickly with red cheeks.