Zhao Rong returned to the room.

After a shower.

He placed the bookcase on the table and took out the contents one by one.

Zhao Rong propped his chin in his hands and stared for a moment.

Suddenly, he reached out and took out the black pendant left to him by the Three Transformations from his chest.

Hold in the palm of your hand.

Practice with nameless sword tricks.

Three days ago, I witnessed the last fist pile handed out by Liu Sanbian before he died.

The sword furnace seemed to be able to come out of nowhere, and with a light touch on Zhao Rong, it ignited the qi and blood in the meridians of the ancient well in his body.

In the end, in the disordered qi, he found that innate vitality.

In fact, Zhao Rong knew in his heart that the reason why there was such a rare opportunity was because of the shock of the scene before Liu Sanbian's death.

It has been more than half a year since "awakening" in this world.

Zhao Rong still occasionally has a sense of absurdity.

Especially in the dead of night.

At a certain moment, he will feel that he is separated from the world and has become 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 moon and dark wind in Taibai Mountain.

However, this "sense of absurdity" has become less and less, because partners and friends have slowly appeared around him, and he has begun to have things and people he cares about.

For example, Qingjun, such as Qian'er, such as Liu Sanbian, Lin Wenruo, and ...... That stupid girl just now.

Zhao Rong is like a kite, they are all pulling his threads, connecting his hollow heart with the thick and solid earth.

And now, a wire has broken.

This time, he is no longer a passer-by who is a cold bystander.

After a few days of combing.

Zhao Rong has steadily stepped into the clear period of ascending to the heavens.

This realm is almost a breeze for some people, and they are even born with it.

But for Zhao Rong, it has passed a big hurdle.

Zhao Rong quietly watched his clenched fist of the pendant.

Feel the innate vitality in your body that follows the opened meridians and wanders through the limbs.

This qi is delicate and weak.

But it is the foundation of the avenue, and the magic is endless.

No matter how powerful a monk is, no matter how terrifying a martial artist, he has started to step into the path of cultivation from this breath.

It is an innate qi.

Different people start with different strengths.

At present, if you want to improve it, you can only do it by 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's just a transition.

When you break through the bottleneck of the Fuyao Realm and attract the aura of heaven and earth into your body, you will no longer need it.

Therefore, in general, except for those who follow the path of martial arts, other monks generally do not pay much attention to it, as long as it is enough.

Zhao Rong is using this hard-won innate vitality to practice the Sumeru thing in his hand at this moment.

About a stick of incense has passed.

Zhao Rong felt that the thing in his hand seemed to have an invisible wave.

"Ding!"

The sound is slight.

He exhaled lightly and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Immediately, Zhao Rong closed his eyes and probed his divine sense into it.

Inside is a ten-foot square space.

There are not many things, and it can even be said to be empty.

There were only two places where things were piled up

One was in the corner, where there was a pile of medicinal herbs packed into a brocade box.

This Zhao Rong knew that it was Liu San who became the medicinal bath medicinal materials he prepared on weekdays.

The other is the center of the space.

There are two pieces of poetry and a package.

Zhao Rong withdrew his divine sense and opened his eyes.

The former is a poem containing "Qingshan" that he gave to Liu Sanbian, and the latter should be what he is going to send to the child named "Qingshan".

Zhao Rong put all the valuables on the table into the Sumeru.

Only a small smoker and a black embroidered bag remained.

It is one of Lin Wenruo's farewell gifts, the top aids of the Heavenly Realm and the Awakening Period.

Qi Nan agarwood.

He followed his memory and methodically opened the furnace and lit the fire.

Not for a while.

The fragrance of boiling blood wafted through the room.

Zhao Rong closed his eyes and cultivated.

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Following.

Early morning.

Zhao Rong changed into civilian clothes and went out, and met Su Xiaoxiao, who also pushed the door out.

The two looked at each other.

Zhao Rong was still a little embarrassed when he thought of what happened last night.

"Zhao Rong, good morning. ”

Su Xiaoxiao, as usual, greeted with a shallow smile on her face.

Like a nobody.

She glanced at Zhao Rongxing, tilted her little head, and smiled:

"Well, it's just right, you're going out, remember to bring me breakfast, just like yesterday. ”

After saying that, he turned around and went back to his room.

I went back to sleep.

She usually doesn't ask Zhao Rong what he is going to do, or even when he will leave or why he continues to stay, she doesn't ask about these things.

Because she knew that Zhao Rong had his arrangement, she just had to listen to him...... Except for certain times.

in the hallway.

Zhao Rong touched his nose, stood in place and thought about it, then shrugged his shoulders slightly, went downstairs, and started today's trip.

Bring a copy for the lazy worm and go back early.

During this period, when he knocked on the door and asked her to come out and get it herself, the little girl lazily asked him to push the door in.

But what kind of person is Zhao Rong, the same pit will never fall into it twice...... Unless you can't help it.

He was alert outside the door.

So, he righteously rejected this seemingly reasonable request, which may actually hide a murderous motive, put it at Su Xiaoxiao's door early, and left.

Morning is the time when everything is in full bloom, and you must not go off the rails......

Afterwards.

Zhao Rong walked around the city in the morning at random.

Streets and alleys, restaurants and teahouses.

As long as there are many people, he will go to see them.

In the following days, Zhao Rong was like this.

Wandering around the streets of Liangjing during the day, practicing urgently at night, buying a copy on time in the morning and giving it to Su Huxian early, but he just didn't enter the door, and left outside the door......

As the days passed, Zhao Rong seemed to want to stay in Liangjing and not leave

this day.

evening

Zhao Rong left a lively teahouse.

Step on the afterglow and return to the inn.

During the period, I once again passed by the north gate of Liangjing from a distance.

At this time, although it was almost dark, the shops and vendors on the street were closing their stalls, but the number of pedestrians on the road did not decrease but increased, and it became lively.

The afterglow of the drowsy setting sun slanted through the jagged houses, scattered on the pedestrians in the street.

Zhao Rong copied his hands and flowed with the crowd.

A certain moment.

Tilt your head to look somewhere.

There.

A pitch-black figure suspended by a rope swayed gently in the air.

In the dimness, only the hair of the black shadow was scattered, and the limbs and head hung down.

Behind the black shadows, there is a black castle tower and a half-round rosy sunset.

"Hey, why aren't you leaving?" said Gui curiously.

Zhao Rong squinted, his gaze resting on the black shadow.

There was no immediate answer.

It was darker, and it was too dark to see his expression.

Zhao Rong's tone was sincere:

"The people of this Liangjing are simple, the people are hospitable, and there are some interesting people. I was reluctant to leave. ”

After hearing this, he paused, and looked out through his eyebrow chakra.

The sword spirit thought for a moment and said seriously:

"You're not trying to steal, are you?"