Who is Jiang Taiqing?

What is the supreme code "Xuan Di Law"?

Zhao Rong felt very novel to hear these names from Gui's mouth. However, what made him most curious was... the "graduation" issue of the students from the four prefectures of Taiqing.

"What are the graduation requirements for the Four Prefectures of Taiqing? Wouldn't it be too tragic if we can't graduate?" he asked curiously.

"If it were me, I would be too anxious to sleep at night."

Zhao Rong said with deep understanding.

In his previous life, he spent several years in college, but when he was about to graduate, he realized that it was so difficult to get a diploma. Zhao Rong felt the anxiety that he might not be able to graduate...

Return: “…”

Why is your focus so strange? I thought you were going to ask something else, why do you always do things out of the ordinary?

It suddenly lost interest in chatting.

Every time it faces Zhao Rong, it feels powerless.

Maybe this is the world of waste materials?

"Will they learn a foreign language?" Zhao Rong guessed. It was obvious that he had suffered from a foreign language in his previous life.

"no."

Gui said in a muffled voice, “Sword cultivators and Taoist cultivators must forge a golden elixir before the age of 28, and the elixir must be of grade no less than grade six, before they can be engraved on the Taiqing Tianjiao Record and successfully complete their training.”

"Oh, that's good."

"It's indeed okay, but I can't understand why there are so many so-called geniuses who can't graduate. They are simply a bunch of useless people, wasting human resources!" Gui sneered.

Zhao Rong didn't know much about the cultivation world and the realm system of the cultivators on the mountain, so he didn't feel anything about being promoted to the Golden Core Realm before the age of 28.

After all, it was once a monster that tied the record for the fastest golden elixir realm of the human race.

"By the way, who is Jiang Taiqing?"

"Jiang Cang. Taiqing is his pen name."

"Oh, who is Jiang Cang?"

"Why do you have so many questions? And they are all so childish!"

Gui said impatiently: "Don't ask me these simple questions in the future. Go to the mountain market and buy a book on how to become a monk and read it yourself."

Zhao Rong said seriously, "I haven't done anything yet, and you're already starting to dislike me. How are we going to live our lives from now on?"

Return: “???”

…

Zhao Rong chuckled and stopped teasing Gui.

I made a silent note to myself that when I go back to the fairy market on the mountain, I will buy a copy of the monk's "popular science book" to read.

After coming to his senses, he started picking up calligraphy copies in the bookstore.

After selecting a few nice regular script calligraphy copies, he was about to turn around to pay the bill, but after walking a few steps he stopped and wanted to buy a few books by various philosophers.

So Zhao Rong went back into the bookstore.

There are many books in the house, and the rows of bookshelves make it a little crowded. The shop owner opened several skylights in the house, so it does not feel dark even in the daytime and there is plenty of light.

After Zhao Rong entered, he saw a few people reading books.

After some selection, he chose "Mo Debate" and "Hu Feizi", both of which are classics of Mohism.

A book with a dark blue cover and pictures of a fox and a lady suddenly caught his attention.

"The Legend of the Nine-Tailed Fox Fairy"?

I heard that there are many monsters in this world.

Zhao Rong picked up the book out of curiosity and opened it to take a closer look, but was soon disappointed.

This is a love story disguised as a ghost story, or the most clichéd story of a fox demon and a scholar...

It turns out that this world also has Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio.

He smiled and shook his head, put the book back on the shelf, and prepared to pay the bill and leave.

"Hehe~"

A laugh came from the other side of the bookshelf. It was very quiet, but he still heard it.

Zhao Rong followed the sound and looked through the empty space on the bookshelf.

On the other side of the bookshelf, opposite to him, stood a young, pale-faced scholar.

He was extremely handsome, with distinct black and white eyes and a bright gaze. He was holding an open book in his hands, and his hands looked as white as snow against the dark blue cover.

At this moment, he was reading a book with great energy, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Zhao Rong glanced at the book cover in the pale-faced scholar's hand.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

Is there anyone who really reads this book?

Seeing that he was "smiling foolishly" again, Zhao Rong's eyes couldn't help but show a little concern.

Perhaps it was because Zhao Rong stared for too long, the pale-faced scholar suddenly raised his head.

When he found that Zhao Rong was looking at him across a bookshelf, he quickly suppressed his expression and gave Zhao Rong a fierce look.

Zhao Rong coughed lightly, looked away awkwardly, and when he turned back, the pale-faced scholar was no longer there.

Turning around, I saw the handsome scholar taking a few books to the counter to pay. Although he had his hair tied up and was wearing a blue shirt, he walked lightly and had a graceful figure.

Zhao Rong suddenly felt a chill.

…

Zhao Rong returned to the Duke of Jingnan's Mansion with the calligraphy and the book.

On the way back to his room, Zhao Rong met Zhao Lingfei's second brother, Zhao Kuo.

Zhao Kuo looked embarrassed and wanted to explain something to Zhao Rong, because from Zhao Rong's attitude towards him in the past few days, he guessed that Zhao Rong knew that he had leaked the secret.

But Zhao Rong ignored him, bowed and left.

Maybe he had his own reasons, but Zhao Rong didn't want to listen. He was leaving soon anyway and didn't want to have too much involvement with the Duke's Mansion.

Back in the room, Zhao Rong smiled at himself as he looked at the empty house.

Now I am really alone.

He threw the copybook and the book on the desk, turned around, opened an inconspicuous wardrobe in the room, and pulled out a wooden box from the corner.

He opened the wooden box, took out all the items inside and placed them on the table.

A jade hairpin. His mother gave it to him before she died. She said that Concubine Zhao Ling had coveted it since she was a child, but she never gave it to her. She asked Zhao Rong to give it to Concubine Zhao Ling after they got married.

There were two travel permits, one new and one old. The new one was what he had asked Zhao Kuo to do for him, and it was what he would need when he traveled in the future. The old one was left by his mother, and it was covered with numerous seals. Except for the last one, which was an official seal of the Great Chu Dynasty, Zhao Rong did not recognize the others, but he could understand how far his mother had traveled.

It is worth noting that the country that issued this old road permit was a country called Dajin, which was most likely the destination of his trip - his hometown.

An ancient token of unknown material. Left by my mother, with the word "dream" engraved in small seal script on it, but its purpose is unknown.

An exquisite short sword. It was given to him by his mother. The hilt of this sword is equipped with a tassel, which can be called a "literary sword". The sword represents the virtue of a gentleman. A scholar wearing a sword represents a noble identity and status. Moreover, after playing with it for a while, he found that this literary sword is very sharp. It is not just an elegant ornament. He plans to carry it close to his body for self-defense.

A black card and a silver card. These were the tickets for the mountain ferry that Zhao Kuo had bought for him. The black card corresponded to the ferry from Da Chu to Lihuo Country, the southernmost tip of Wangque Continent, while the silver card was the token for the intercontinental ferry that departed from Lihuo Country.

Zhao Kuo said that the ferry in front belonged to Qingfeng Pavilion, a medium-sized immortal force in the southern part of Wangquezhou, while the inter-continental ferry behind belonged to Weiwei Mountain, one of the few great immortal forces on the mountain of Wangquezhou.

Finally, there were some spiritual stones and gold. The spiritual stones were what Zhao Kuo had left after he sold some of his mother's belongings and bought the boat ticket. And the gold was prepared by himself. After all, the silver notes of the Great Chu were not accepted in other countries. Only gold was the hard currency down the mountain.

These things, together with the Xuanniao Jade Plate and the private seal, are probably all his current wealth.

Zhao Rong reached out and picked up the mysterious card from Qingfeng Pavilion, playing with it gently, and recalled what Zhao Kuo said when he handed the thing to him.

The next ferry from Qingfeng Pavilion will arrive at Longquanshan Ferry, a hundred miles away from Qianjing, around March 15th. Don't miss it.