Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty-Three Dongcheng Business and Xiaoyao Mansion
Zhao Rong remembered that Gui seemed to have just woken up that night in the bridal chamber.
After learning that he was in the Xuanhuang Realm, it asked him many incomprehensible questions.
Zhao Rong was hard not to be impressed by those strange and weird terms.
Among them, Gui Bian once asked if Duyouji was still in Wangquezhou.
Oh, by the way, along with them, there is also the Qingyang Han family and a sect named Weiran Sect.
When people first arrive in a new environment, they will always subconsciously look for familiar things to gain a sense of security against the unfamiliar.
This is instinct.
Zhao Rong nodded slightly.
So, for Gui, who once held a very high position before his death.
Wangquezhou is located in a corner among the Nine Continents. Among the familiar people and things that make it worth looking at, the Duyouji clan ranks first, even second to none?
Later, when Zhao Rong occasionally asked out of curiosity, most of them just ignored it in vague terms and did not go into details.
However, its tone and few words still made Zhao Rong aware of some useful information.
Gui seems to have a gap with a family named "Ji's".
When Zhao Rong asked about it for the first time, it mocked him with a venomous tongue, "a useless family hiding in the shadow of the blessings of our ancestors."
This sarcasm is worth pondering.
In addition, in Gui's words, the Duyouji clan should be the branch of this "Ji clan" in Wangquezhou.
And they were the first to build this lonely city that stands at the end of the world.
These are in some ways consistent with the legends and stories told by Miss Lu just now.
The Duyouji family with a rare name is an ancient family that has inherited the position of King You with great power.
He was the former owner of Wangquezhou in history.
Now, like all ancient things, it has disappeared in the long river of time?
Anyway, Zhao Rong has never heard this name from anyone except Gui.
Even Miss Lu Wan's story only mentions the word Youwang.
At this moment, thinking of this, Zhao Rong's expression suddenly changed.
Immediately, he pursed his lips again and said calmly: "Miss Lu, is there a family named Ji in Duyou City?"
Lu Wan thought for a moment and shook his head, "Ji? What a strange name. Where did the young master hear it from? There is no famous family in the city with this surname."
Zhao Rong nodded slightly.
The surname of this Prince You family is Ji.
So, he can be regarded as learning a secret knowledge that has been lost for a long time?
In addition, Zhao Rong found the story about the origin of Wangque that Lu Wan just told quite interesting.
Let’s not talk about whether this story is true or not, or whether the name of Wangquezhou was changed by King You.
In the story that has been passed down, King You who was enfeoffed to Wangquezhou, which was still in a barbaric state, climbed Youshan and built a platform to overlook the "Zhongzhou Palace" that he missed. This is very particular.
Make it interesting.
Whose palace does the palace belong to?
Did King You of the first generation really miss his hometown so much that he even had to climb a high place and build a platform to view it?
Looking at the Lidu River flowing into the sea in front of him, Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows.
He still knows very little.
These thoughts are just out of curiosity and vague speculation when I am bored.
What the facts are is yet to be known, and it may always be covered in the dust of history and never see the light of day.
I guess this 'old sword spirit' might know something about it.
You can ask around later to gain more knowledge.
Zhao Rong shook his head and thought no more.
It’s just that he immediately felt itchy. Why hasn’t Gui woke up yet?
Previously, Zhao Rong was asked to call it when he reached the Fuyao Realm, but now he only has the last of the eight extraordinary meridians left, the 'Yangwei Meridian'.
Forget it, Zhao Rong thinks this is actually quite good. He likes to take naps when he gets older, which is understandable.
And it's better than staying up late at night and disturbing him while he's reading.
Zhao Rong blinked and was quiet for a moment.
He muttered this thought directly in his heart...
After three breaths, there was still silence in the inner lake.
There was no sound of a blown-up sword spirit.
"Looks like I'm not pretending to sleep..."
Zhao Rong muttered.
Later.
Zhao Rong, who was sitting in the carriage, was admiring the autumn scenery and listening to Lu Wan's detailed account of Duyou City's customs, strange people and interesting things.
Soon, we arrived at Duyouxi City.
The West City side is more lively than the East City where there are many immortal families.
The smell of fireworks in the mortal market is mixed with the fairy smell of some cultivation markets on the mountains.
Mortals and monks get along with each other, and it's a lively scene.
However, Zhao Rong did not stay long. He just bought some off-season fruits that Qingjun and Qianer loved to eat, and then boarded the waiting carriage of Lu Wan again.
Zhao Rong changed his mind midway and did not go directly to Taiqing Mansion immediately. Instead, he asked Lu Wan to stop when passing by Dongcheng.
He started shopping in a relatively prosperous street in Dongcheng.
The surrounding area was bustling with people, and most of them were monks on the mountain wearing strange clothes.
Zhao Rong is dressed as a student, so he is not conspicuous among them.
He did not go to the most lively and famous Xianjia shopping streets in Dongcheng, because the things he wanted to buy should be available here, so there was no need to waste time.
Today I'm going to find Qingjun, so I don't have much time to waste.
So, Zhao Rong casually walked around purposefully on this street lined with large and small shops.
Not long after, he walked around this street three or four times and determined in his mind that he had just passed by a quite lively business with a happy name, "Sheng Wanbao".
Zhao Rong held up his sleeves and observed the situation around Sheng Wanbao in the crowd for a while.
It's not as lively as the other big shops on the street, but it's still well behaved and nothing unusual.
Zhao Rong glanced at the clothes on his body, nodded slightly, and walked directly into Sheng Wanbao without hesitation.
He was just selling a poem for climbing the building. Zhao Rong felt that there was nothing to hide, so he could just go in and sell it openly. After all, he was Lin Wenruo, a pillar of Linlu Academy's Mochi Academy who was highly valued by Mr. Jijiu.
, writing a first-class poem is like playing, what’s wrong with selling one?
Well, after entering, I just said it openly and directly.
Zhao Rong nodded secretly.
…
After about a stick of incense.
Zhao Rong walked out of Sheng Wanbao with a normal expression, and without anyone to greet him, he disappeared directly into the bustling crowd on the street.
Without pausing for a moment, he went straight to the Luwan carriage waiting at the street corner and got on the carriage.
Zhao Rong said politely: "I'm going to Taiqing Mansion, I'm sorry for bothering you."
Lu Wan waved his whip and drove the car, "Nothing, sir, please sit tight."
Inside the carriage.
Zhao Rong smiled slightly.
Once, before Sanbian left, the spiritual stones left to him were no longer enough.
In the past few months, Zhao Rong has spent a lot of money on the medicinal baths and tonics he needed for his cultivation.
This is without spending money to buy those rare spiritual objects that can ignite the Qi and blood and assist the pulse.
Otherwise, the middle-grade spiritual stone left by Brother Sanbian would not be enough to see at all.
Therefore, Zhao Rong has always been a little curious about what kind of strange thing the bowl of 'lotus seed glutinous rice porridge' that Qingjun gave him before was.
It must have cost a lot of money, and it is probably the kind that has a price but no market.
If it hadn't been for the fact that Zhu Yourong had been providing him with that special water in the academy recently, which not only had magical dragon energy, but also had the miraculous effect of assisting in breaking the mirror, allowing him to practice very quickly and without much pressure.
Zhao Rong has been coming to the city a long time ago to find some way to make money and buy elixirs.
Today, when he came to Duyoudongcheng, Zhao Rong sold a poem he had prepared for climbing the building.
I was just inside Sheng Wanbao.
An excellent poem about Zhao Rong’s identity and actions.
There is no doubt that he is the shopkeeper who specializes in receiving distinguished customers.
At the same time, it was similar to what Zhao Rong had imagined. The shopkeeper was not too shocked or curious about him. He just served Zhao Rong with appropriate respect.
The secluded city under your feet is like a continent in despair. There are many strange people and strange people, as well as a dazzling array of treasures and elixirs.
Climbing the stairs to read poems is not cheap, but it is not rare.
Although it is not a thousand-year-old business that is famous all over the continent, the shopkeeper of Sheng Wanbao is also well-informed.
In addition, Zhao Rong's dress makes it obvious to anyone with a discerning eye that he is a Confucian scholar in the academy, and his poems for selling climbing products are even more reasonable.
Moreover, the shopkeeper quietly hinted to Zhao Rong, which roughly meant...
If 'Master Lin' can get more precious high-grade poems, he can also trade with them, Sheng Wanbao can digest it.
Even if it is a rare poem like "Luo Hua Wu Self Realm", they can help Zhao Rong send it to some special channels for sale. As long as there is a small commission, it is enough to make friends with "Mr. Lin".
'Mr. Lin' looks like a dragon or a phoenix among people at first glance. Sheng Wanbao is full of sincerity and can discuss any business in the future...
However, Zhao Rong pretended not to understand and did not reply. He only said that the master of the academy was very strict, and it was already very difficult and dangerous to sell a poem written by "Denglou Pin".
This time, Zhao Rong sold this poem for a lot of money.
It was several times more than the money left by Brother Sanbian before, and it was paid in a hard currency called Cai Die Qian, which was linked to middle-grade spiritual stones.
Zhao Rong did not go into too much detail and directly used the money to buy spiritual objects in Sheng Wanbao.
In addition to the body-replenishing elixir that supplements his martial arts practice.
Zhao Rong also made a rough selection and bought some rune elixirs that might be used down the mountain. Many of them were carried by people on the mountain, so he also prepared a copy.
After that, Zhao Rong was going to leave directly.
As a result, before leaving, he stopped in front of a very conspicuous counter next to Sheng Wanbao Gate.
Zhao Rong's eyes were attracted by a "fancy" but familiar strange object on the counter.
When the shopkeeper saw this, he was also enthusiastic about the promotion, but Zhao Rong, who couldn't take his eyes away from him before even saying a few words, already nodded without hesitation and thought he was being taken advantage of.
He bought two of them and spent a lot of money on them. Well, they were much more expensive than the spiritual objects he had purchased before.
Therefore, the money from the sale of the Climbing Tower Poetry poem this time left only three colorful butterfly coins and nine green clam coins corresponding to low-grade spiritual stones.
However, Zhao Rong left quite satisfied. The smiling shopkeeper was very discerning and did not send Zhao Rong out with any fanfare.
At this moment, Chen Ji is inside the carriage.
Zhao Rong touched the two gadgets in his sleeves and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
Isn’t a man’s money just for women?
…
Half an hour later.
In front of the north gate of the Fourth Palace of Taiqing, a carriage pulled by blood-red horses slowly stopped.
After the carriage stopped, Zhao Rong jumped off the carriage and told Lu Wan something. After that, he directly entered the Fourth Palace of Taiqing.
With his status as a Confucian scholar in the academy, Zhao Rong had a smooth journey.
Taiqing Mansion covers a large area, even larger than Linlu Academy.
This was what Zhao Rong and Qing Jun measured with their feet while holding hands when they came to Taiqing Mansion to give lectures with Mr. Yan.
Half of Taiqing Mansion is located inside the city and half is located outside the city, running through the 100-foot city wall of the East City.
You can even go in and out of the East City directly from the north and south gates of the Fourth Taiqing Prefecture, which is very convenient.
Thanks to having lived there for a while before, Zhao Rong arrived at Nanci Jingshe with ease after entering from the north gate.
He walked to the gatekeeper of the monastery, saluted the tall-haired female official whom he was already familiar with, and said his name.
"My descendant, Zhao Ziyu, is here to see Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qian'er from Qinglianxuan. Could you please give me an announcement?"
The lady official with tall temples was even more unforgettable about Zhao Rong, so she did not hesitate and told him directly:
"The two fairies Zhao from Qinglianxuan went out in the morning and have not returned yet. The two fairies are students of Xiaoyao Mansion. They should still be practicing in Xiaoyao Mansion at this time. There is no possibility of returning in the evening."
Zhao Rong raised his head and glanced at the sun. He estimated that it was around seven o'clock, not yet noon.
He nodded slightly and thanked the female official with tall temples.
Then, he smiled and asked for the direction of Xiaoyao Mansion. After getting the directions, he went to look for it alone.
Zhao Rong politely asked for directions along the way. About a quarter of an hour later, he arrived in front of a building built by the water and hidden in the green forest.
The name of the plaque is "Dao Xiaoyao".
Zhao Rong looked inside the gate.
There are many buildings, carved beams and painted buildings, pavilions, water pavilions and other open-air buildings inside.
The overall style is simple and elegant.
There is no such thing as the overflowing sword energy or the chilling atmosphere that Zhao Rong imagined before.
Instead, they were sparse and ordinary. Most of the students from the Xiaoyao Mansion who came in and out of the door had a reserved temperament. Of course, there were also those students who were hard to mess with at first glance.
It's just not much, most of them are quite normal.
So, it seems that this place where sword cultivators gather is not as high-profile as expected?
Zhao Rong blinked, stepped inside, and went to look for someone.
Not long after.
Zhao Rong, who was wandering around randomly, found that there seemed to be a group of government students gathering in the open air in front of him.
Zhao Rong stood looking from a distance. He glanced around and immediately spotted the figures of Qingjun and Qian'er. But the next second, his eyes were attracted by a familiar figure at the front of the crowd, sitting opposite the students.
.
Zhao Rong squinted his eyes and raised his eyebrows.
It was actually Tao Yuanran whom I had met once before in Taibai Mountain in Zhongnan.