He placed the book box on the table and took out the items one by one and placed them.
Zhao Rong held his chin with his hands and stared for a moment.
Suddenly, he reached out from his chest and took out the black pendant left to him by the Third Transformation Brother.
Hold it in the palm of your hand.
Practice briefly with the nameless sword technique.
Three days ago, I witnessed Liu Sanbian handing out the last punch stake before his death.
The sword-piercing furnace seemed to be able to come from across the air, touch Zhao Rong gently, and ignite the energy and blood in the meridians in his body.
Finally, in the chaotic qi movement, he found the innate vitality.
In fact, Zhao Rong knew in his heart that the reason why he had this rare opportunity was because of the shocking scene before Liu Sanbian's death.
It has been more than half a year since I "awakened" in this world.
Zhao Rong still occasionally feels a sense of absurdity.
Especially in the dead of night.
At a certain moment, it feels like he is separated from the world and becomes a spectator.
Because of this, he has a sense of indifference to many things in this world.
He felt that the death of someone he didn't know was just a trivial matter to him, just like that dark and windy night in Taibai Mountain.
However, this "sense of absurdity" has become less and less, because partners and friends have gradually appeared around him, and he has begun to have things and people he cares about.
For example, Qingjun, Qian'er, Liu Sanbian, Lin Wenruo, and...that stupid girl just now.
Zhao Rong is like a kite, they are all the threads that pull him, connecting his empty heart with the thick and solid earth.
But now, one thread is broken.
This time, he was no longer a passerby watching indifferently.
After these few days of sorting out.
Zhao Rong has steadily entered the Qingxu stage of the Heavenly Realm.
This state is almost easy for some people, and they are even born with it.
But for Zhao Rong, it was a big hurdle.
Zhao Rong quietly looked at his fist clenching the pendant.
Feel the innate vitality in the body that travels through the limbs and bones following the opened meridians.
This energy is delicate and weak.
But it is the foundation of the great road and has endless magical uses.
No matter how powerful the monk is, no matter how terrifying the martial artist is, they all start on the path of cultivation from this breath.
It is innate energy.
Different people have different strengths and weaknesses at the beginning.
Currently, if you want to improve it, you can only rely on strengthening your body.
But its strength actually has little impact on the first two realms, because the first two realms only rely on it to open up the meridians and acupoints.
It is only used as a transition.
Once you break through the bottleneck of Fuyao Realm and draw the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into your body, you will no longer need it.
Therefore, except for those who follow the path of martial arts, other monks generally do not pay too much attention to it, as long as it is enough.
Zhao Rong is currently using this hard-won innate vitality to practice the Xumi objects in his hands.
About one stick of incense time passed.
Zhao Rong felt that the object in his hand seemed to create an invisible wave.
"Ding!"
The sound is slight.
He took a breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Immediately, Zhao Rong closed his eyes and probed his consciousness into it.
Inside is a ten-foot-square space.
There are not many things, it can even be said to be empty.
There are only two places where things are piled up
One place is in the corner, where there is a pile of medicinal materials put into brocade boxes.
Zhao Rong knew that it was Liu San who prepared medicinal bath ingredients for him on weekdays.
The other place is in the center of the space.
There are two poems and a parcel.
Zhao Rong took back his consciousness and opened his eyes.
The former was a poem containing the word "青山" that he gave to Liu Sanbian, and the latter was probably what he was going to give to the child named "青山".
Zhao Rong put all the valuables on the table into Xumi objects.
Only a small smoker and a black embroidered bag were left.
It is one of Lin Wenruo's farewell gifts, the top auxiliary item for the Qingxu and Zhenyi stages of Ascending Heaven Realm.
Chess Nan Agarwood.
He followed his memory and started the fire in an orderly manner.
After a while.
The fragrance of boiling blood floated in the room.
Zhao Rong closed his eyes and practiced.
The next day.
early morning.
Zhao Rong put on his casual clothes and went out, and met Su Xiaoxiao who was also pushing the door open.
The two looked at each other.
Zhao Rong was still a little embarrassed when he thought about what happened last night.
"Good morning Zhao Rong."
Su Xiaoxiao said hello with a slight smile on her face as usual.
Like nothing happened.
She glanced at Zhao Rongxing's head, tilted her little head, and smiled:
"Well, just in time, you are going out, remember to bring me breakfast, the same as yesterday."
After saying that, he turned around and went back to his room.
Went back to sleep.
She usually didn't ask Zhao Rong what he was going for, or even when he was going to leave, or why he continued to stay. She didn't ask about these things.
Because she knew that Zhao Rong had his arrangements, she just had to listen to him...except sometimes.
in the corridor.
Zhao Rong touched his nose, stood there and thought for a while, then shrugged slightly, went downstairs, and started today's trip.
Let's take some for that slacker and go back early.
During this period, when he knocked on the door and asked her to come out and get it, the little girl lazily asked him to open the door and go in.
But who is Zhao Rong? He will never fall into the same pit twice...unless he can't help it.
He suddenly became alert outside the door.
So, he righteously rejected this request, which seemed reasonable but might have hidden dangers. He placed the breakfast at Su Xiaoxiao's door and left.
Morning is the time when all things flourish, so you must not misfire...
after.
Zhao Rong took a casual stroll around Liangjing City in the morning.
On the streets and alleys, there are restaurants and teahouses.
As long as there are many people talking, he will go and see them.
In the next few days, Zhao Rong was like this.
During the day, I wandered the streets of Liangjing, and at night I practiced cultivation without delay. In the morning, I bought breakfast on time and gave it to Su Huxian, but I just didn’t come in and just left it outside...
As the days passed, Zhao Rong seemed to be staying in Liangjing.
This day.
evening,
Zhao Rong left a busy teahouse.
Following the afterglow, return to the inn.
During this period, I once again passed by the North Gate of Liangjing from a distance.
Although it was getting dark at this time and the shops and vendors on the street were closing their stalls, the number of pedestrians on the road increased instead of decreasing, and it became lively.
The dim sunset rays slanted through the jagged houses and lay scattered on the pedestrians on the street.
Zhao Rong folded his hands and followed the flow of the crowd.
at some point.
Turn your head and look somewhere in the distance.
there.
A dark figure suspended by a rope swayed gently in the air.
In the darkness, only the dark shadow's disheveled hair, hanging limbs and head could be clearly seen.
Behind the black shadow is a black tower and a half-round rosy sunset.
"Hey, why don't you leave yet?" Gui asked curiously.
Zhao Rong squinted his eyes, focusing on the black shadow.
There was no immediate answer.
The sky was getting darker, and it was too dim to see his expression clearly.
Zhao Rong spoke sincerely:
"The folk customs in Liangjing are simple, the people are hospitable, and there are also some interesting people. I am reluctant to leave."
After Gui heard the words, he paused for a while and looked outside through his ajna chakra.
Sword Spirit thought for a while and said seriously: