"Brother Rong'er..."

"Hush."

Zhao Rong made a gesture to Xiao Qian'er to keep quiet, then glanced at Zhao Lingfei who was sitting in the air with her eyes closed and brows furrowed, turned around, and walked down the building alone.

He left Qinglianxuan.

I walked quietly towards the gate of Nanci Jingshe.

Zhao Rong actually couldn't quite understand the strange scene happening in the boudoir upstairs behind him. He could only listen to Gui's amazed voice in his heart and see Xiao Qian'er's startled expression beside him.

As soon as he got off the boat today, he dragged Qingjun and Qian'er to Qinglianxuan, just wanting to complete the more than 30 poems that were included in the list and give them to Qingjun in full, so as to put his mind at ease.

Well, at the same time, tell them the 'truth' that you really want to say.

But at present, it seems that except for the original "Shang Xie", he has completed thirty poems at one time, and there is not a single low-grade Denglou-grade poem. All of them are of the Luohua-grade or above, and four of them are of the top-grade Nanshan-grade among the poems!

The resulting commotion seemed a bit too big, as if... a bit too much force was used.

According to his past experience, the first birth of a poem will inevitably absorb the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth.

The poem "Nanshan Pin" that Zhao Rong had written for Su Qingdai in Xingzi Town had created a siphon effect of spiritual energy within a radius of several miles, causing quite a stir at the time.

And now... with so many Nanshan and Luohua poems being born at the same time, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within dozens of miles around seems to be insufficient.

This was something he had not expected.

And just before going downstairs, Zhao Rong saw that among the many poems surrounding Concubine Zhao Lingfei, many of them had not yet been fully formed and were still in the process of siphoning massive amounts of spiritual energy.

This is the first time Zhao Rong has encountered such a situation, but it shouldn't be a big problem.

It is only a matter of time before the thirty poems are fully realized, and there shouldn't be any problems.

The only possible problem is that Qingjun will open his eyes and beat him up after he recovers.

She used up all her precious things.

But now it seems that Qingjun should have benefited a lot this time. The completed poems were entering his body one by one. However, during this process, he did not quite understand the strange light emitted by the Frost Sky Dawn Horn that he gave to Concubine Zhao Ling...

Besides, the commotion he caused in the mansion was too great.

So Zhao Rong thought about it and decided not to wait any longer.

"Well, with Qian'er guarding there, there should be no problem." Zhao Rong nodded affirmatively and ran away faster.

Along the way, just as he expected, the strange phenomenon of Qinglianxuan absorbing spiritual energy has attracted the attention of the entire Nanci Jingshe.

More and more female students discovered the source of the strange phenomenon and rushed towards Qinglianxuan.

Fortunately, Zhao Rong came out of Qinglianxuan early, and on the way to the entrance of Nanci Jingshe, he passed by many students from the prefecture.

Almost no one paid attention to him and everyone just walked past him in a hurry.

Zhao Rong could vaguely hear the fragments of conversation between them, all of which were speculative words like "Qinglianxuan", "Zhao Lingfei" and "breaking the realm".

He smiled as he passed by.

In addition, Zhao Rong also saw Senior Sister Ye and Junior Sister Ye in the crowd, whom he had met several times at the Lanxi Yaji.

But it may be because his appearance has undergone some 'small changes' compared to before.

After Zhao Rong greeted politely.

Junior Sister Ye didn't even look at him and walked away in a hurry.

Senior Sister Ye paused for a moment, looked at his face with suspicion and confusion, then nodded a little dazedly as a response, and then was half-pushed by her female companions who should also be Senior Sister Qingjun to continue to rush to Qinglianxuan, without even having time to say hello.

There is a feeling of déjà vu as if you suddenly meet someone who is both familiar and unfamiliar on the road and say hello, but you can't remember who the other person is for a while.

Zhao Rong smiled silently, without looking back, and walked away leisurely.

However, what made him feel relieved was that he did not encounter a familiar Fairy Liu afterwards.

"Maybe the courtyard where she lives is far away, or maybe she doesn't live in the same women's abode as Qingjun at all...that's OK." Zhao Rong muttered.

He put his hands behind his back and walked against his will until he reached the gate of Nanci Jingshe.

Soon, the mood that had just turned upturned faded.

Because among the crowded crowd of students at the gate of Nanci Jingshe, Zhao Rong saw another group of people.

It’s Ji Qianyi and the others.

It seems that he had not walked far before and was attracted by the huge commotion in Nanci Jingshe.

This time in Qinglianxuan, the spiritual energy siphon effect produced by the four Nanshan poems and the twenty-six Luohua poems obviously affected half of the four Taiqing palaces. The cultivators with keen perception could even feel the spiritual energy waves in the East City.

Zhao Rong had already seen a number of stewards who, judging by their attire, had high status in Taiqing Palace, rushing over quickly.

And because Nanci Jingshe is the centralized residence for the female students, although the courtyards are very closed and safe, male students cannot easily enter without the guidance of a close friend.

So at this time, a large group of male students gathered at the door, all of them were looking at the movements in the southeast corner of Nanci Jingshe and talking eagerly.

At this moment, everyone's attention was focused on the temple and everyone wanted to go inside, but someone was walking slowly and backwards outside, which was quite conspicuous.

As soon as Zhao Rong walked out of the gate of Nanci Jingshe, he immediately attracted gazes from all directions.

Some of the owners of these gazes just looked at him and then looked away without paying any attention.

Some of them frowned and shook their heads after seeing the Confucian scholar's attire of Linlu Academy on him.

Some people simply ignored it.

Yes, except for the few scholars who were famous in Linlu Academy on the mountain, the academy's scholars did not have a very good impression among the male students of the four prefectures of Taiqing. As for the reason, it was self-evident when he looked at Zhao Rong who walked out of Nanci Jingshe at this time.

But at the same time, they don't leave a good impression among the scholars and students in Linlu, although there are quite few female Confucian scholars in Linlu Academy.

So, we can say that we are tired of each other.

As luck would have it, the direction Zhao Rong was heading was quite close to Ji Qianyi and his group.

However, Ji Qianyi and his followers, the third type of people mentioned above, simply ignored his existence.

Only Junior Sister Han glanced at Zhao Rong who was passing by.

Zhao Rong did not turn around, nor did he look at them directly, but continued to approach.

Ji Qianyi, who had always had a blank expression on his face, frowned slightly for some reason.

The 'pride' of this Taiyi Prefecture stared at the southeast corner of Nanci Jingshe, as if he was vaguely aware of something.

But Junior Sister Han next to her misunderstood. She glanced at Zhao Rong's face who was passing by, and then looked at Ji Qian's changing expression.

She deliberately curled her lips and muttered something that many people around her could hear.

"Heh, pretty boy..."

The crowd around suddenly became quieter.

Even the students in the prefecture who did not know the two groups of people immediately realized that Ji Qian and his group should not get along with the indifferent Confucian scholar who came out.

However, Zhao Rong, the person involved, smiled for no reason, looked at the white clouds in the sky ahead, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, hey, even the girl on the other side admitted that this young master is handsome...

The strangely raised corner of someone's mouth and the somewhat narcissistic gesture of touching his face startled most of the passers-by who wanted to watch the fun.

Is this... a compliment?

Junior Sister Han’s face turned dark.

How did Senior Sister Zhao find such a shameless man?

Zhao Rong walked happily to the crowd not far from Ji Qianyi and others and said, "Make way."

The Xiaoyao Mansion students in front of him who were carrying swords on their backs might have seen the "inconspicuous" gray pipe on Zhao Rong's waist, and they instinctively shrank back. Maybe they were not familiar with Ji Qian and his group, or maybe they just thought he was elegant and polite, so they simply stepped aside to make way.

There were no setbacks.

However, when Zhao Rong passed by them, these Sword Cultivation Academy students looked down at the pipe with gray smoke around his waist with fearful eyes.

Zhao Rong walked straight out from the crowded crowd without disturbing the old men who were watching the fun.

Just as he was about to leave.

"Husband, wait a minute! Don't go!" A woman's anxious voice came from behind.

Zhao Rong paused.

At this moment, the crowd behind him suddenly burst into an overwhelming wave of surprise.

I saw a cyan-gold figure with thirty-one rafts of poems swirling around her body, running out of the Nanci Jingshe and rushing towards someone...

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