Chapter 586: Her teacher's grace has deteriorated (refresh this chapter first, then read it!)
Zhu Yourong left.
She took the first step and returned north to Duyou City.
At the intersection behind Huangling Waterfall, Zhao Rong stood quietly for a while in the thick water vapor.
He was holding his sleeves at this time, reached into his sleeves and touched something, then turned around and prepared to turn on the mechanism that separated the water flow of the waterfall.
At this time, in Xinhu, Gui nodded and said:
"Zhao Rong, what little junior brother Zhu Yourong just said, should be talking about you, right? Except for the crazy pursuit of her and being killed by ladies for dinner, which have not happened so soon, other aspects cannot be compared with your current situation.
To say they are similar, we can only say they are exactly the same."
Zhao Rong did not respond, turned on the mechanism, and the waterfall separated.
He left Huangling Waterfall alone and came to the shore. After hesitating for a moment, he chose to walk towards the upstream of Huangling Waterfall, which was the direction of his current home.
Gui couldn't help but said: "Hey, did you really not hear it or did you pretend that you didn't hear it?"
Zhao Rong shook his head, "Don't talk nonsense."
"What are you talking nonsense about? A certain busty female gentleman almost didn't pronounce your name."
Sword Spirit curled his lips, "Why did she make up this 'little junior brother', and why did she tell you about her relationship...you really can't tell?"
"Don't talk nonsense."
The man shook his head calmly, folded his sleeves, and walked home.
His steps didn't stop at all, just like going home on a normal afternoon after finishing work.
Then Gui was determined to wake him up.
There was a moment of silence between the two of them.
At a certain moment, the calm and determined voice of the Sword Spirit came from his inner lake:
"Don't lie to yourself. Mr. Zhu, whom you respect, trust and even be close to, has changed his attitude towards you. Well, you can also continue to find excuses and say that she is just your close Taoist friend, just a joke among friends.
"
It sighed softly. "But obviously, what she said just now was so frank... Well, the great friendship that you seriously consider yourself to have already deteriorated in advance, very shamefully, on the part of fellow Taoist Yourong."
The lazy and straightforward voice of the sword spirit echoed in the silent ears of Zhao Rong.
"It's better now. She just threw this 'problem' to you before she left. She didn't even dare to see your reaction and fled back to the academy... However, Mr. Zhu Da, who is suddenly very brave, is probably now
I’m waiting for your response and processing.”
Zhao Rong remained calm and his pace remained unchanged.
It's not too big of a deal to just watch the excitement.
At this time, it coughed and said seriously: "Zhao Rong, you still say you are not a scumbag?"
This is indeed the case. He clearly told Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qian'er yesterday that the relationship between him and Mr. Zhu was normal and there was no dirty affair.
However, today the intellectual and dignified Zhu Yourong betrayed the great friendship.
It was true that he stabbed Zhao Rong hard in the back.
The sword spirit finished speaking and waited patiently for someone's response.
However, Zhao Rong still folded his hands and walked forward alone.
He walked quietly for a while, but paused slightly, "Have you finished speaking?"
Sword Spirit said honestly: "I've finished speaking, now it's your turn, Zhao Rong."
"That's a good talk. Don't talk about it again next time." He said calmly.
Return: "…………"
Zhao Rong stopped making any sound and kept his expression as usual as he walked towards the home where Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Qian'er were.
After walking for a while, his hand touched something in his sleeve again.
Afterwards, Zhao Rong remained silent all the way and returned to the bamboo forest house built by the scholars who guarded the mausoleum upstream.
It was the afternoon, and the rare autumn sun was in full bloom today. It shone on the semi-abandoned courtyards in the bamboo forest, adding a touch of warmth to the cold late autumn.
Zhao Rong clasped his hands and passed by a small courtyard in a bamboo forest where life and death had once been, passing by a bamboo forest with thousands of bamboo leaves that had fallen off, and passing by a small stream...
Finally, Zhao Rong suddenly stopped at the corner of the intersection not far from the elegant courtyard where he and Qingjun Qian'er settled.
One more step forward and you'll be home.
At this moment, Zhao Rong, who had always looked calm and normal, suddenly showed some... guilt and self-blame on his face.
It also contains some complex expressions.
For example... confusion, doubt, etc.
Zhao Rong suddenly took a deep breath, raised his feet, and walked forward... half a step.
The man's head slightly poked out of the intersection, allowing him to see clearly the scene in the elegant courtyard not far away.
In the sight of Zhao Rong quietly watching.
In the yard, Qingjun was combing her hair in a bun, as if she had just taken a bath and incense. She was wearing a thin and close-fitting light pink skirt. He and her clothes were drying in the yard, as well as the bedding they slept on last night.
Under the warm sunshine, Qing Jun was facing the contemplative Zhao Rong. He was bending down and placing Zhao Rong's changed boots in the sun. His delicate body was outlined by the close-fitting skirt.
She looked calm and focused, and she didn't know if she was thinking about when her husband would return.
Xiao Qian'er could not be seen in the yard. She must be in the house, or the little girl couldn't help but go out.
Thinking of the latter possibility, Zhao Rong quickly retracted his feet and looked behind him.
Afraid of being caught by her when she returns.
Fortunately, the next second, Zhao Rong heard a clear and sweet call belonging to a girl, coming from the east wing of the elegant courtyard.
"Miss, please pour some more hot water for me. Phew, the water in the bucket is cold again."
Qingjun, who was skillfully drying the bedclothes in the courtyard, turned around helplessly and said, "Qian'er, why are you still lying in the bathtub? It's been two-quarters of an hour. Please hurry up and get out of the bath."
"Miss, I want to wash myself clean. There was too much blood on my body yesterday. I don't know if I wiped it clean when I took a bath last night. I always feel a little uncomfortable when I go to bed at night. I don't know if Brother Rong'er smells it.
I have no blood, do I dislike it..."
The cute girl in the bathtub in the house spoke in a lower tone, "I used to sleep with Brother Rong'er, and when I woke up in the morning he would bury his face in my hair, smell me, and prick me with his stubble... This morning he didn't move at all, he was calm.
It’s scary, it was the same thing last night…”
Zhao Rong, who was hiding around the corner, pursed his lips.
In the yard, Qingjun was also silent. He pushed the hair on his forehead behind his ears with his slender fingers, turned around and prepared to enter the house.
"By the way, miss, give me the soap you use to wash your hair. This 'cold soap' produced by Cuixianfang smells so good, I want to use it too. Brother Rong'er seems to like it too. Well, I said before
Why does he rub so much against you every time we make out..."
Xiao Qianer's tone became happy and she called Miss.
Qingjun shook his head helplessly.
"Okay, that's okay. Just wash it up quickly."
Xiao Qian'er suddenly said: "Miss, when do you think Brother Rong'er will be back?"
"I don't know, he might be busy...don't disturb him."
"Oh, Qian'er knows that and will definitely not bother him."
The sound of rushing water came from the east wing room. Zhao Rong, who was familiar with girls, could even imagine that it was Xiao Qianer who stood up in the tub, exposing her white and fragrant shoulders. At this time, she felt cold and made a splash.
He hid under the water in the tub again and held his little arms to keep warm.
In the east wing, Xiao Qian'er was bathing in a fragrant bath with floating petals, her wet hair was combed in front of her round and petite left shoulder.
Only her little head poked out of the water, her wet and bare face looked up with her eyes closed, and she muttered:
"...But Miss, do you think Brother Rong'er will end the matter quickly and come back early~"
At this moment, Zhao Lingfei, who was about to enter the house, paused in front of the door, turned around and looked at the only corner road outside the courtyard.
It seems to be a blessing to the soul.
However,
There was no trace of him there.
There was no sound of her very familiar footsteps coming from the invisible place behind the corner.
Concubine Zhao Ling looked dazed and stared there for three breaths, as if she was imagining something... But then, she shook her head lightly and turned around.
Just at this time, the cute and innocent murmurs of little Qian'er who was bathing behind the screen in the east wing came again.
"Miss, help me get the towel, I forgot something..."
As the girl finished speaking, an exquisite little white jade sword with strange patterns flew out from the east wing with a crisp jingle, and came to help the young master get a towel.
It's a pity that a first-class flying sword was given to a certain unreliable girl to do this job.
Zhao Lingfei came back to her senses, shook her head helplessly, and took the swing into the house to get something...
…
I don’t know when, Zhao Rong had silently left the elegant courtyard.
The place where they are called 'home'.
He was still holding his sleeves, walking at the same pace, and was returning the same way.
Passing by the creek, passing by the thousand-pole bamboo forest with fallen leaves, passing by the bamboo forest courtyard where life and death once existed.
The only thing that changed at this time was Zhao Rong's expression.
He felt a little guilty, a little frustrated, a little stunned, and a little... relieved that he had finally made up his mind.
"Where are you going?" Sword Spirit asked.
The man raised his head and glanced at the autumn scenery of wild geese flying south in the distance.
"Cultivation."
Without hesitation.
"How to cultivate yourself?" Sword Spirit asked.
"Traveling far south is a journey of thousands of miles."
When he just left the corner, he left a letter on the ground, but after much hesitation, he still did not take off Qingjun's white jade plaque and continued to carry it with him.
"Shan." Gui nodded lightly, "You finally decided to go to Nanxiaoyaozhou. It was long overdue."
Zhao Rong rubbed his face and shook his head in confusion and frustration, "I may not reach there. I will walk all the way south along Lidu and measure this continent... until I am no longer confused and depressed.
Once I have cultivated myself properly, I will come back."
Even as he said this, he silently took out a silver medal from his sleeve.
This is a cross-continental ferry ticket sold by a subsidiary company of Weiwei Mountain.
Yes, it was when he was at the Duke's Palace that he asked a cousin of Qingjun to help him buy a boat ticket to go south to find his hometown.
Yesterday at the ruins of Wangque City, Xiaoyu was entrusted by Luo Xiu before he ascended, and returned it to its original owner.
Zhao Rong lowered his head and looked at the very familiar silver ticket.
"The path I never took..."
This is what he once called "his other path" when he "released" Luo Xiu to bid farewell to her and presented her with a silver medal in Xingzi Town.
Back in circles again.
Gui Rao said with interest: "Although I very much support your choice, I'm still a little surprised. Why did you suddenly change your mind? Didn't you listen to Zhu Yourong and stayed here to take care of your family and cultivate yourself? In fact, I think she said
In fact, it makes sense...well, but compared with my suggestion of going south to Xiaoyaozhou, there is of course a gap."
The sword spirit sounded arrogant, and was very satisfied with Zhao Rong's final choice of the direction it had pointed out.
Zhao Rong was silent for a while.
Just when Sword Spirit thought he wouldn't answer it anymore.
Zhao Rong said softly: "I feel guilty and uneasy, and I blame myself and feel depressed... I don't know how I should stay and face Qingjun, Qian'er, Xiaoxiao, and... Zhu Yourong."
Jian Ling suddenly realized that it was Zhu Yourong's "teacher" who suddenly deteriorated and became the last straw for the wavering Zhao Rong to make the choice of traveling far away to cultivate his self-cultivation.
I guess this was something that a busty female gentleman who looked like he was running away in panic never expected.
Gui smiled and suddenly said: "So Zhao Rong, are you... escaping?"
It looks like a smile but not a smile.
Zhao Rong was quiet for a while and then nodded vigorously.
"Yes, I choose to escape."
He actually admitted it directly.
The sword spirit smiled and began to appreciate this cheap sword master more and more. He felt that he was becoming more and more pleasing to his eyes recently.
Well, maybe it's also the reason why Zhao Rong's appearance took on a new look and became more handsome.
"Okay, it's okay to admit it, and it's shameless to escape. In your previous words, isn't this called... a tactical transfer? Let's make a tactical transfer first, and go south to Nanxiaoyaozhou to cultivate ourselves... We will do it again in the future
Come back!"
Today, a certain elm-brained brain finally got the idea, and he smiled and said:
"Wealth is like traveling at night in brocade clothes, isn't it? When the time comes, we, the Peach Blossom Sword Master, who has gone through a lot of hard work and has returned to perfection, will have to take care of that busty female gentleman and see if she still dares to act casually.
Metamorphosis Master En."
"..." Something is very wrong with you.
Zhao Rong shook his head speechlessly, "Don't talk nonsense."
Immediately, the man let out a long breath.
He turned around and turned his back to the 'home' where there were still two beauties looking forward to it. The last look of separation and reluctance on his face subsided and he was ready to leave.
However, after taking a few steps, Zhao Rong stopped again.
"What's wrong?" Gui asked, "Are you regretting it again?"
Zhao Rong shook his head, "No, I just want to say hello to Xiaoxiao before I leave. She is still in Duyou City, so I can't hide it from her, otherwise she will be panicked and anxious if she can't find me when she looks back... She might even do it again
Stupid thing."
Gui thought for a while and didn't say anything. He just said: "Okay, but let's write a letter. This trip may be dangerous. Let's not bring a small oil bottle. Besides, this silly little fox demon can't do anything.
I have broken your Taoist heart and dragged you along..."
The more Sword Spirit talked, the more speechless he felt. This silly little fox demon Zhao Rong picked up was simply outrageous.
Zhao Rong: "......"
Seeing that he hesitated to speak, Gui curled his lips: "What, you don't believe it? Oh, if you go to find her in person, this silly little fox demon will most likely pull at your clothes again. Don't do it in public by then.
I took off my belt."
Hearing this, Zhao Rong, who was hesitant at first, immediately nodded in agreement, "Okay, write a letter, and I'll send her a Flying Sword Letter."
This extremely decisive tone clearly reflected the psychological shadow of a certain little fox demon's special ability to pull his belt.
The sword spirit nodded with satisfaction.
That's about it. The infatuated little fox demon who likes to read books about talented people and beauties is really doing harm to Confucian scholars. It's better to stay away quickly.
It secretly said.
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PS: Ahem, don’t worry, good brothers, there is a surprise in the next chapter... Also, these chapters will not disappoint you, it is not what you think. Ahem, I won’t say it anymore, it’s almost a spoiler...
Anyway, brothers, just believe in Xiaorong! Hehe. (lsp laughs)