"I have seen Concubine Zhao Ling. Your wife's cultivation qualifications are ten thousand times better than yours. Well, this is a metaphor that you have no idea. To use another metaphor, I broke through to the Fuyao realm after running the "Ant Climbs to Heaven Technique" once. She only needs to
Run it three times."
"Born with gold and stone, it once clears the void, once shakes the clothes, and once supports the body."
"How could it be four years? It's almost four quarters of an hour. You must have remembered it wrong."
Zhao Rong frowned, thought about it carefully, and shook his head. "No, I remembered correctly. She started practicing at the age of ten. Before that, she and I had been studying in the Zhao Mansion Private School. After I was ten years old, I continued to study.
She and Qian'er embarked on the path of spiritual practice under the guidance of my mother and several other worshippers."
"I didn't know much about spiritual practice before. The reason why I knew she was Fuyao was fourteen years old because Qian'er told me. Unless Qian'er lied to me, she was indeed Fuyao fourteen." Zhao Rong paused for a while and added
: "That girl Qian'er can't lie to me. Firstly, she won't, and secondly, there's no need."
Zhao Rong clearly remembered that when his mother passed away when he was fourteen years old, they were leaving the Duke's Mansion to practice in Ziqi Pavilion. Qian'er ran to him before leaving and told him in tears that she and the young lady were leaving.
It has been a long time since the young ladies have reached the Fuyao realm. They need the resources of the sect to continue practicing and can no longer stay in the house.
Qian'er pulled his sleeves with both hands and begged him with tears in her eyes not to be angry with the lady anymore, but to wait for their return at home, because Aunt Liu had left, and the three of them were the only closest relatives left in the world.
.
On that day, I vaguely remember that Qingjun stood silently in the distance.
At that time, he seemed to be impatient. He just thought that a crybaby and a nuisance was very annoying. He quickly got out of the way. If you want to leave, leave as soon as possible. Don't delay my study...
"That's strange. Logically speaking, people in the Dengtian realm will hardly get stuck. The realm that really retains people is the Fuyao realm, especially the bottleneck from Fuyao realm to Haoran realm. How many so-called geniuses are stuck at this step, unable to
Introduce spiritual energy into the body and become mediocre. If you say that your wife has been in the Fuyao realm for four years, I still barely believe it. How can she reach the heaven realm?"
"Is it possible that she practiced some strange technique? But I have never heard of such a technique." Gui was very confused. "By the way, how long has she been in the Fuyao state?"
"I don't know, but I heard from Qian'er that as soon as she entered the Fourth Palace of Taiqing, she went directly to Xiaoyao Palace."
"The criteria for recruiting students from the four palaces of Taiqing are sixteen years old and at the Fuyao Realm. If you can directly enter Xiaoyao Mansion in advance, you must be sixteen years old and already at the Haoran Realm, and have raised a high-grade natal flying sword.
."
"She was judged as a sword cultivator with great potential by the palace, so it only took her less than two years to reach the Fuyao realm, which is about the same speed. As for reaching the Heaven realm in four years..."
"Could it be that your kid took her to skip classes and fish every day when she was a child, or that he flirted with her early on, so that she didn't focus on her practice at all?" Gui asked suspiciously.
"..."
Zhao Rong has black streaks all over his head. What the hell is your tone like that of a bad boy leading a good girl, a loser leading a bad genius?
"Why do you taint someone's innocence like this? I was very serious about studying when I was a kid."
Zhao Rong touched his nose and suddenly felt guilty. "Well, at least since I got engaged to her when I was twelve years old, I rarely talk to her, so it has nothing to do with me."
"Oh, before the age of twelve, I will probably be you."
"I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."
"Dare you do it or admit it?"
"I didn't do anything. What am I admitting?"
"Oh, how could she be so unlucky to meet such a heartless scholar like you so early? She was still the most ignorant."
"No, I didn't. Why are you, wait, I understand, haha, you are all relying on me. You just want to cover up the fact that you don't know why she reached the heavenly realm in four years, right?"
"..."
"There are actually things you don't know about. Zhao has gained insight again. It turns out that the fallen supreme power was nothing more than that."
The two of them quickly forgot about important matters and started bickering back and forth.
After a while, Zhao Rong walked back to the farmyard where he stayed overnight with a satisfied expression. The yard was close to a stream. At this time, a petite figure was squatting by the stream.
Zhao Rong came closer and saw that it was Su Xiaoxiao. She was washing her own clothes, with her back to Zhao Rong. The ponytail on her little head jumped and jumped with her movements.
Zhao Rong glanced at it and prepared to leave, but after taking a few steps, he stopped and looked back at the petite figure squatting on the ground.
He suddenly remembered something from his childhood. It was a long time ago, but it just happened to flash through his mind inadvertently.
At that time, he and Qingjun were not yet engaged, and she had just started practicing.
After class was over at dusk that day, he packed up his things and walked out of the Zhao Mansion's private school. As soon as he went out, he saw a petite and exquisite figure squatting in the corner not far away.
The slender shoulders were twitching at this time, and the high ponytail tied on the low-hanging head also started to beat.
He walked quietly, grabbed the bunch of black hair like a mischief, and gently lifted her ponytail.
"Look what I caught."
The girl suddenly looked back. She had an oval face with pear blossoms and picturesque eyebrows. However, she was frowning and sobbing. There was a light brown tear mole under her left eye, which was innocently immersed in tears.
"Brother Rong'er!"
Qing Jun frowned and relaxed. After the rain, the sky cleared, and a flower-like smile bloomed in the tears.
It's like the sunshine has driven away all the unhappy things.
"pain."
But then he let out a soft cry.
Qingsi was held by someone and could no longer escape. She bit her lip, raised her head, and looked at him coquettishly.
He let go of his palm and let the silky black hair fall from his fingertips.
She stood up happily, adjusted her embroidered chest-length skirt with her little hands, and stood in front of him, raising her head slightly, her eyes full, but she subconsciously twitched her nose.
He looked at the tears on her face, reached out to help her wipe away the tears hanging on her little face, stroked her eyebrows with his thumb, like sliding across a piece of mutton-fat white jade, and rubbed the tear mole.
Move freely without any hesitation.
"Why are you crying?"
After saying that, he pinched the tip of her nose which was red from crying.
Her cheek was still pressed against his hand, her eyes looked at him pitifully, and she spoke aggrievedly of some of the troubles she had been hiding in her heart recently. From time to time she would tilt her head and rub her warm palm with her little face, sometimes saying
Halfway through, she would stop for a while, see him nod, and know that he was not tired of listening, then she would happily continue talking. In fact, she had a lot to say, which she usually kept in her heart, and only at this time would she speak out.
She said that she ran out secretly. Originally, she was not allowed to go out to play during this period. Seeing that he was still in class, she waited outside for a while.
She said she was so useless that she could never pull out the sword.
She said it hurt when she held the sword. The pure white moonlight overflowed from the scabbard and penetrated her body, cutting her like a knife and causing severe pain.
She said that it was very difficult to practice. Every time the Qi that was gathered would dissipate as soon as it was touched by the moonlight, she would have to climb the mountain again.
She said that although Aunt Liu and the others told her to take her time and did not blame her, she felt that she had let them down.
She said that she no longer wanted to practice spiritual practice, she wanted to simply embroider women's red...
He listened quietly at that time, and because he didn't understand, he didn't pay much attention to it.
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows. Now that he thinks about it, these things are not as simple as he thought before.
He was silent for a while and did not tell Gui.
Instead, his eyes were deep and he re-examined many things.
soon.
The early morning sun rises slowly.
Zhao Rong and the others tidied up and started on the road again. Luojing in Zhongnan Kingdom was not far away and could be reached today.