"So, you really don't plan to look for Zhu Yourong again?"

"temporary."

"Yu Huaijin and the others were wary of you two before, and you didn't seem to be trying to avoid it. Why are you avoiding danger this time, Mr. Zhao?"

"Waking you up is not to ask you a hundred thousand questions."

Gui chuckled and said, "Doesn't this mean that we won't be able to see the two of you again and strengthen your great friendship? It's a bit of a pity."

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, "Don't bother, or something bad will happen."

The sword spirit who was woken up in the middle of the night retorted: "Our Peach Blossom Sword Master is afraid of accidents?"

Zhao Rong stopped talking.

He half-closed the chess manual at hand and freed his hands to trim the wick of the candle.

The orange light in front of the desk became brighter.

He turned his head and looked at the bed not far away.

Xiao Qian'er was sleeping on the couch with a sweet smile on her round face.

The sword spirit in the heart lake seemed to stretch, "How long have I slept this time?"

"Three or two days."

"Tsk tsk, you're back to the academy so soon? I thought you just gave them a blowjob and wanted to stay with them for another ten days. I was thinking of taking a rest, but this trip to Dali was really exhausting and I almost couldn't come back."

Zhao Rong nodded: "I'm sorry to disappoint you."

Gui glanced outside and said, "Not disappointed. Didn't you just finish your work? You made the girl so tired."

Zhao Rong frowned slightly, ignored the topic and opened the chess record again. For this round of exams, his main focus of review was chess and painting.

He stared at the page with black and white dots, and said silently in his heart:

"I have carefully reviewed what happened in Dali in the past few days."

Gui raised his voice a little: "Oh?"

Zhao Rong said calmly, "Especially the things that happened during the Fengshan ceremony at Jiyue Mountain."

The sword spirit was also quiet for a while, and then he concluded with a soft voice, "Great ups and downs, a narrow escape from death, and many strange phenomena."

Zhao Rong nodded. "The situation in Dali looks simple, but the water inside is more complicated than I imagined. The experience of the past few days is the best proof. I was not prepared at all beforehand."

"Do you suspect someone has set you up?"

Zhao Rong stared at the page in silence for a while, then shook his head. "This trip down the mountain was my initiative to fight with Meng Zhengjun. It was not a trap, but at most... someone secretly took advantage of the situation and handed the knife to Qin Jianfu to kill him."

He took out the sword bag and placed it on the table.

Gui asked thoughtfully, "Besides the Qin family of Wei and the destroyed Qingxu Temple of Zhongnan Kingdom, do you have any other enemies?"

Zhao Rong fiddled with the light and ordinary but valuable gray pipe with one hand and shook his head, "It has not been found yet... Let's not talk about this for now. I have something else to ask you right now."

"What is it?"

"It's about the two sets of outer-world skills you gave me at Jiyue Mountain. Time was tight at the time, and you didn't explain much. I've been reviewing them carefully over the past few days, and I have some new doubts and ideas. I want to ask you for your advice."

The sword spirit's voice returned to a somewhat lazy tone, "You go ahead."

These two sets of skills were respectively left by the outsider warrior and the unknown magic dragon mentioned before. At the beginning, the two were fighting, but in the end, it was Qiu who reaped the benefits and took them all down.

At the foot of Jiyue Mountain and the Imperial Mausoleum, Gui let him see the two terrifying outer worlds, and through some strange way of "visualization", he had a mysterious connection with them tens of thousands of years ago, and obtained two sets of "gongfa" that could not be described in words. Later, I heard from Gui that this was the best way to preach, and the golden book, ancient books, preaching scrolls, etc. were too backward.

But at the moment, these two sets of unknown grade of extraterrestrial skills did not have any textual content in Zhao Rong’s mind. There was no luck method of the eight extraordinary meridians, nor any secret fighting technique.

Some of them are similar to the internal skills in the martial arts novels that Zhao Rong read in his previous life, and are the most basic existence.

Moreover, the only physical object they can materialize is the heart lake in Zhao Rong's eyebrow chakra where the dragon carp and the evil dragon coexist.

The one who helped transform them was the one who raised the dragon and assisted him in his practice.

The sword spirit had said before that this kind of heart lake phenomenon was too fierce, and it had to take action to escort Zhao Rong and keep an eye on him all the way.

Zhao Rong did not comment on this.

He felt that this Jiaoyuan Heart Lake was somewhat similar to Qingjun's Lotus Pond Heart Lake, but his was acquired while the latter was innate. Of course, Qingjun's was safer and more harmonious.

However, who told him to get a useless template at the beginning? Now when climbing the mountain, he can only seek great benefits in the midst of great danger.

The evil dragon is the most dangerous creature in the Heart Lake. Ordinary cultivators would treat it as a great enemy if they met one. This was because the dragon was very skilled and courageous, and had an extremely profound understanding of the Great Dao, which was even beyond the reach of ordinary seventh-level cultivators in this world. He was able to turn a disaster into a blessing.

Zhao Rong sighed softly.

However, he had just experienced a life-and-death crisis not long ago, so he had a strong sense of crisis at this moment and needed to understand some situations clearly.

Zhao Rong first asked:

"Do these two sets of skills have names?"

"No." Gui paused and sneered, "It's mainly because I can't understand the writing of the fierce outsider's hometown. There is a long string of Taoist names, and the writing style is like ordinary words written backwards, which is a bit weird."

Zhao Rong thought for a moment, "How about you write one for me?"

Gui was impatient, "How can I remember those ghostly talismans clearly? It's good enough that I can remember these two sets of 'Dao Landscapes' for you after thousands of years. What else do you want? Anyway, I have passed it on to you. It's enough to visualize their Dao Landscapes. It's easy to understand. Others are eager for this kind of teaching method. Why are you still entangled so much?"

Its tone was quite arrogant. "Also, let me correct you one more thing. In a sense, they are no longer two sets of Taoism. Strictly speaking, they are just one set. The reason why those two guys fought was that they wanted to eat each other. They are natural enemies."

"In the outer space, 'mortal enemies' are the biggest opportunities...so their paths are naturally complementary, and their skills can naturally be harmonious. However, I have never practiced this set of skills, so I am not sure what changes there are. But I have taught you the basic method. Look for things related to dragons and Jiao descendants around you, and eat as much as possible."

Zhao Rong asked: "So, I don't have to keep an eye on the water in the Zhengguan Well?"

"Nonsense, do you really think it's because of the well water? You've been eating dragon energy these days."

"That's good. I don't have to hang myself on a tree." Zhao Rong muttered.

Gui didn't care what he was thinking, and said proudly: "Isn't it all thanks to me? Your alien warrior physique is already close to them, and now with the help of this set of exercises, you can train your physique and strengthen the evil dragon in the heart lake to feed back your spiritual energy cultivation, killing two birds with one stone."

Zhao Rong suddenly interrupted, "It's not two gains, it may be... three gains."

"San De?"

Zhao Rong thought about it and didn't say anything immediately.

The sword spirit was tickled, "Hey, you sour scholar, why are you keeping me in suspense?"

Zhao Rong looked up, "Then this Kung Fu...Taoism, are there any levels of cultivation?" He changed his name to what he called it.

Gui thought about it carefully and said, "That outsider warrior seemed to have cultivated to the sixth realm of this set of Taoism before it was completed. I don't know if it has reached the end. Among these six realms, I don't understand the names of the last few realms, but I have comprehended the first two realms. Translated into words you can understand, the first realm should be called Taizang, and the second realm is called Huasheng."

Zhao Rong closed the chess manual and murmured as he looked at the dark blue cover: "Tai Zang, what is hidden? Hua Sheng, what is born?"

Gui nodded, "This name is weird, it might be a custom from another world."

"So, the stage I am currently in is Taizo?"

"Yes. With each step up in the cultivation realm, you are closer to the essence of the Tao, and the effect of assisting cultivation can be greatly improved. You should first master the first two realms, and there is no rush for the rest. If you are really so obsessed with the name, you can come back and name it after you have reached the next realm."

Gui chuckled, thinking that Zhao Rong's character of being pedantic was quite interesting. "And the name of this set of Taoist techniques, if you feel it's inconvenient to call it by the usual name, you can come up with your own name."

"Choose it yourself?" Di'en, who was named by Zhao Rong, moved a little.

Gui just said it casually, but when he saw that he didn't say anything for a long time, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Zhao Rong looked inwards at the lake in his heart and suddenly said, "A mountain is not famous for its height, but for the immortals living there. A river is not famous for its depth, but for the dragons living there. This is a humble room, but my virtue is fragrant... How about calling it 'Inscription on the Humble Room'?"

The words were inquiring, but the tone was affirmative.

Return: “…”

Humble house...inscription?

What is this?

The sword spirit used its brain, which had lived for tens of thousands of years, to think for a long time, but still couldn't figure out the connection between "Praise of the Humble House" and this set of exercises.

It does know what an inscription is. It is a kind of rhyming writing that people carve on metal and stone, mostly used to warn themselves.

But apart from the sentence "Where there are dragons, there are spirits" which seems to have a Taoist flavor, the only other thing it could hear was that someone seemed to be praising himself... Never mind, as long as you are happy.

Gui nodded with an unchanged expression, "Good choice, let's continue next time."

People who are bad at naming usually have one thing in common, that is, they don’t know that they are bad at naming, and they are still complacent about it. The more they read, the more they applaud and praise it, saying it is wonderful.

Zhao Rong carefully looked at the clear heart lake that had grown from being poor to coexisting with dragon carp and evil dragons, and felt a little happy. He smiled to himself, "The sage said, what's so shabby about it?"

"Okay, let's call it this..." Gui couldn't stand it anymore, so he changed the subject and urged: "Zhao Rong, you haven't told me which of the three benefits is the extra one? There are actually benefits that I missed, tell me quickly."

Tonight, he finally confirmed that he was in the first stage of practicing "Humble House Inscription", and he also had some feasible ideas for the next step. Zhao Rong was in a good mood, so he didn't want to keep him waiting. He asked directly: "Do you still remember the second method you taught me that day in the underground palace of the Dali Emperor's Mausoleum, about the dragon carp diving into the abyss and entering the devil to eat the dragon?"

Gui lost half of his interest and said in a dull tone, "So that's it. Remember, this is the avenue of the demon dragon that was killed by the warrior. I told you before that you should not use it too much unless it is absolutely necessary. These evil dragons transformed by evil thoughts and the avenue dragon carp in the lake maintain the balance between good and evil. Try not to break it... and your current physique can't last more than nine breaths. This can only be used as the last trump card. It has both advantages and disadvantages. It can't be considered a 'gain'."

Zhao Rong thought about it and shook his head:

"Yes, but not entirely. In the past few days, I have carefully thought about the state of entering the realm of the Nine Breaths that day, and I found that the condition for stimulating the potential of the body is to overdraw or even kill the evil dragon transformed by the evil thoughts in the heart abyss, so as to obtain a certain extreme power that can break the balance."

"Then, can we use a relatively gentle method to 'dissipate' the remaining 72 evil dragons? By offering evil thoughts and slightly disrupting the balance, we can obtain some low-intensity potential stimulation. We can even use external objects to replenish them in the future. For example, the water from the Zhengguan Well that contained dragon energy can replenish the evil dragons and make them survive longer. They will not devour such a fierce creature all at once like the extreme state of the Nine Breaths Entering the Grade... In this way, can we make this state of stimulating potential more lasting?"

The sword spirit was stunned and confused. "I understand your meaning, but... how do you want to use it? What is the purpose of developing this kind of use and keeping the potential stimulated for a long time... It's a bit useless and wasteful. Isn't it dual cultivation? Isn't it the maximum benefit to keep it for use in critical moments?"

Zhao Rong smiled slightly, "I can tell from the fact that you haven't read much. I'm afraid you don't know what is the most precious thing for scholars among the various schools of thought."

Gui blurted out: "Literary talent, talent, and pretty boy."

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What's the last one? Oh, I already have it, that's fine.

"...Neither." Zhao Rong shook his head speechlessly. "Any literary talent that soars in front of others is based on years of learning. Scholars, scholars, the most important thing at that time was to read and study!"

"Oh, no wonder, no one has ever dared to urge me to study. This is something that ordinary people at the foot of the mountain do. Well, I was careless. I didn't understand the benefits of this chicken blood state at the first time. Hiss, it's really good... You continue."

Seeing that Zhao Rong's face seemed to darken after hearing this, the sword spirit immediately changed the subject and asked seriously: "Then what are you going to do?"

Zhao Rong sat at the table, one hand clenched into a fist and the other hand lightly opened, placing it on the chess book with complicated and intricate contents.

Smiling, he said, "I'll give it a try."

As soon as he finished speaking, the purple-robed sword spirit in the brow chakra saw the dark green glazed dragon carp that was originally leisurely wagging its tail on the surface of the heart lake suddenly turn over and dive, rushing towards the dark abyss where seventy-two big ferocious dragons were living, just like when it entered the abyss and turned into a demon when it fought to the death in the underground palace of the imperial mausoleum!

For a moment, it was like a branding iron dropped into water, and my heart was boiling.

At the bottom of the lake, seventy-two pairs of dark green eyes slowly opened... a dragon was raising its head.

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