"Are you there? Hey, this child, must he have fallen asleep again?"
"Shut up!"
Zhao Rong hated the iron, "Oh, wake up. How can you sleep? In this state, how can you sleep in this state!?"
"I'm not sleeping!"
"Let me ask you something, where are the four Taiqing mansions in Wangquezhou?"
"Duyou City."
"Where is Duyou City?"
"Wangquezhou is the northernmost."
"Isn't the northernmost point of Wangquezhou Dali?"
Gui thought for a while and said slowly.
"The Dali your husband mentioned should be the northernmost mountain dynasty in Wangquezhou, and Duyou City is the largest monk city on Wangquezhou Mountain, located at the northernmost mouth of Dadu."
"I don't know much about Wangque Continent. After all, it is only one of the three small continents among the nine continents in the Xuanhuang Realm. At that time, there were only a few families and forces that I could pay attention to."
"What's more, thanks to you, I still haven't figured out how long I have been asleep."
"There have been too many things that seem strange to me. For example, the Seventy-Two Academy of Confucianism did not exist before I left the Xuanhuang Realm."
Zhao Rong touched his nose, pretending not to hear its complaint, and asked curiously: "I remember you mentioned the Duyou Ji family before. Is this Duyou the Duyou City? Who is the Ji family?"
Gui sneered.
"Haha, Ji family? They're just a useless family that only hides in the shadow of their ancestors' blessings."
"The Duyouji clan is the branch of this family in Wangquezhou. They initially established Duyou City, but then gradually began to fade out of sight. I don't know if they are still in Duyou City now."
Zhao Rong asked tentatively: "Have you had any issues with Ji?"
"Oh, they don't deserve it."
I guess so. Zhao Rong said secretly.
Although Gui has never confessed its identity, Zhao Rong can probably feel a little of its former "height", and one can imagine how terrifying it is for a family that can have a grudge against it and be recognized by it as having the blessings of its ancestors.
And this is likely to be the enemy he will face in the future.
He sighed and opened the window in the carriage.
As far as the eye can see, the tall city walls of Qianjing are getting closer and closer.
"Aren't you going to Longquan Mountain? How to go back?"
I have some doubts.
"Get the letter."
Zhao Rong said calmly.
…
Longquan Mountain is entangled with the dragon, with towering peaks, facing the lake on three sides, and is located between boundless blue waves.
In the Chu Dynasty, ordinary people have always regarded it as a "blessed land" surrounded by mountains and rivers, with beautiful lakes and mountains, and quiet forests and springs.
There are endless stories of gods, spirits and strange things.
This place is indeed unusual.
Because this is the location of Longquan Ferry, a Xianjia Ferry on Wangquezhou Mountain.
At the same time, it is also a mountain market, which has the ability to trade and circulate information among monks in several surrounding countries.
At this moment, Zhao Rong was standing in front of a three-story building with carved beams and painted tiles in Longquandu on the top of the mountain.
Looking up, the plaque reads "Qingfengju".
According to Zhao Kuo, this is the business run by the immortal family on the mountain named Qingfeng Pavilion, which is responsible for selling ferry tickets, immortal family treasures, and pawned items for monks.
Zhao Rong was carrying a book box on his back, looking very energetic.
The experience he just had going up the mountain was an eye-opener for him.
The terrain of Longquan Mountain is complicated and it is extremely easy for ordinary people to get lost. Zhao Rong lit a wayfinding talisman given to him by Zhao Kuo at the foot of the mountain. This talisman had the ability to break obstacles and find the way. It was like a beacon guiding the way ahead, leading Zhao Rong smoothly.
Unhindered mountain climbing.
Moreover, Longquan Ferry is quite lively today, with an endless stream of pedestrians.
Zhao Rong saw many strange people and strangers along the way.
There is a strange old man with a haggard body but a child-like face.
There is a tall woman in green clothes and a sword, who is very heroic.
There are handsome scribes with flowing sleeves and walking barefoot.
There was a noble young man who was surrounded by dozens of guards and maids.
Zhao Rong straightened his clothes, looked back at the wide and lively street behind him, and then walked towards Qingfeng Residence.
The lobby on the first floor is bright and atmospheric, with white marble pillars standing at the four corners, complex relief carvings on the walls, luxurious appliances and elegant placement. Directly in front are three counters, each with people to receive guests. Behind the counters is a staircase leading to the second floor.
At this time, there were quite a lot of guests in Qingfeng Residence. Some people were waiting in line at the counter, while others were drinking tea and chatting in the rest area.
A pretty maid next to the door saw a guest coming in and quickly stepped forward to receive him.
"Welcome young master, the first floor of the shop is responsible for Qingfeng Ferry, the second floor sells the treasures of the Immortal family, and the third floor sells pawn items."
Zhao Rong explained his purpose and was led by the maid to a counter on the first floor where there were fewer people.
He thanked him, refused the maid's request to help him put the book box, and waited in line quietly.
Not long after, it was Zhao Rong's turn.
He walked forward and handed the boarding pass in his hand to a beautiful woman behind the counter.
The beautiful woman took the mysterious card and looked at it carefully.
"Young master, are you going to leave the Fire Country? The next ferry will arrive only the day after tomorrow according to the news we have received now."
"I'm not leaving the Fire Country. I would like to ask if this mysterious card can be exchanged for a ticket to another place?"
Zhao Rong didn't feel embarrassed, and then asked: "Maybe I can return some spiritual stones?"
The beautiful woman raised her eyebrows and took a look at the scholar in green shirt in front of her. When she glanced at the book box behind him, her eyes suddenly narrowed.
I saw a flag stuck on the book box with the word Lin Lu written on it.
"Sir, the tickets sold by Qingfengju are non-refundable, but they can be exchanged for other Qingfengju tickets. You only need to pay the difference depending on the distance. Where do you want to go, sir?"
After a pause, she asked tentatively: "Linlu Academy?"
Zhao Rong reached out and grasped the pair of jade tokens at his waist, and nodded as usual.
Yesterday in front of the Zhulin Tomb, he thought for a long time, and finally decided to go to the Four Palaces of Taiqing to return the white black bird jade tablet to her with his own hands.
He didn't go to her hoping for luck or hoping for her forgiveness...
Well, Zhao Rong admitted that there may be a little bit in his heart, but definitely not much!
He had hurt her too deeply before, and it was normal for her to not be able to forgive him.
Zhao Rong just wanted to return the white jade to its original owner, and to resolve a cause and effect. After all, this piece of white jade was his mother's relic left to her by her Aunt Liu, and Zhao Rong had no right to take it away.
After that, whether to leave or stay depends on the situation.
So Zhao Rong went back to Qianjing yesterday and went to the Imperial College to pick up the letter. He was going to help Mr. Fang deliver the Imperial Preceptor's letter to Linlu Academy along the way.
I remember that Mr. Fang laughed heartily after hearing his purpose. He said that a boy can be taught. Later, along with the letter, he gave him a flag with the word "Lin Lu" written on it and asked him to put it on the bookcase and said,
However, Linlu Academy still has a bit of a reputation up and down Wangquezhou Mountain. It can deter some young people and save them unnecessary trouble on the road...
"Sir, if you want to go to Linlu Academy, you can disembark at two places. One is Xiaoyaojin in Dali, and the other is Duyou City, the destination of the northbound ferry. Where do you want to disembark, Master?"
"Duyou City."
Zhao Rong waved his hand.
"Okay, sir, your original ticket was for an ordinary class ticket, and the price was twenty low-grade spiritual stones. Now it is changed to an ordinary class ticket to Duyou City, with a total price of thirty-one low-grade spiritual stones. You need to replenish it.