i have a sword fairy

Chapter 11 Qingfengju (please collect! Ask for tickets!)

"Hey, go home, are you here?"

"..."

"Are you there? Hey, this child, shouldn't he fall asleep again?"

"To shut up!"

Zhao Rong hated that iron could not become steel, "Oh, wake up. How can you fall asleep? You are in this state, you are in this state, you can fall asleep!?"

"This seat is not sleeping!"

"Then let me ask you a question, where are the four Taiqing palaces in Wangquezhou?"

"Lonely City."

"Where is Duyoucheng?"

"Wangquezhou is the northernmost."

"Isn't the northernmost part of Wangque Continent Da Li?"

After thinking about it, he said slowly.

"The Dali in your husband's mouth should be the northernmost mountain dynasty in Wangquezhou, and Duyou City is the largest cultivator city on Wangquezhou Mountain, at the northernmost point where Dadu enters the sea."

"I don't know much about Wangque Continent. After all, it's only one of the three small continents in the Nine Continents of the Xuanhuang Realm. At that time, it was only a few families and forces that I could pay attention to."

"What's more, thanks to you, I haven't figured out how long I've been sleeping."

"There have been too many things that make me feel strange. For example, the Confucian 72 Academy did not exist before I left the Xuanhuang Realm."

Zhao Rong touched his nose, pretended not to hear its complaint, and said curiously, "I remember you mentioned the Duyou Ji Clan before. Is this Duyou City Duyou City? Where is the Ji Clan so sacred?"

Gui sneered.

"Hehe, the Ji family? A waste family who only hides in the shadow of their ancestors."

"The Duyou Ji Clan is a branch of this family in Wangque Continent. They initially established Duyou City, but they gradually faded out of sight. I don't know if they are still in Duyou City."

Zhao Rong asked tentatively, "Have you had a holiday with the Ji family?"

"Oh, they don't deserve it."

I guess so.Zhao Rong secretly said.

Although Gui has never confessed its identity, Zhao Rong can probably feel a little bit of its "height", and it can be imagined how terrible it is for a family that can grudge against it and be recognized by it as having an ancestor's blessing.

And this is likely to be the enemy he will face in the future.

He sighed and pushed open the window inside the carriage.

As you enter your eyes, the tall city walls of Qianjing are getting closer and closer.

"Aren't you going to Longquan Mountain? How do you go back?"

Return some doubts.

"Take a letter."

Zhao Rong said calmly.

……

Longquan Mountain is entwined with the dragon, with a towering peak, facing the lake on three sides, and is between the boundless blue waves.

In the Great Chu Dynasty, it was always regarded by ordinary people as a "blessed land and fairyland" with mountains surrounded by water, lakes and mountains, Zhongxiu, and forests and springs.

Immortals and ghosts are endless.

It's really unusual here.

Gayin is the location of Longquandu, an immortal ferry crossing on Wangquezhou Mountain.

At the same time, it is also a mountain market, which has the ability of monks to buy and sell, and to circulate news in the surrounding countries.

At this moment, Zhao Rong was standing in front of a three-story high-rise building in Longquandu on the top of the mountain.

Looking up, the plaque reads "Qingfengju".

According to Zhao Kuo, this is the business run by the Xianjia on the mountain named Qingfengge, which is responsible for selling ferry tickets, Xianjia treasures, and pawning monk items.

Zhao Rong was carrying a bookcase on his back and was in high spirits.

The experience of going up the mountain just now was an eye-opener for him.

The terrain of Longquan Mountain is intricate and complicated, and it is extremely easy for mortals to get lost, and Zhao Rong ignited a guiding talisman given to him by Zhao Kuo at the foot of the mountain. This talisman has the ability to break through obstacles and find the way. Unhindered climbing.

And today, Longquandu is quite lively, and there is an endless stream of pedestrians.

On the way, Zhao Rong saw many strange people and people.

There is a strange old man with a withered body but a face like a boy.

There are tall and heroic women in Tsing Yi holding swords.

There are handsome scribes with big sleeves and bare feet.

There is a noble son surrounded by dozens of guards and maids.

Zhao Rong adjusted his clothes, looked back at the large and lively street behind him, and then walked towards Qingfengju.

The lobby on the first floor is bright and atmospheric, with white marble pillars standing at the four corners, the walls are engraved with intricate reliefs, and the utensils are luxurious and well-placed. There are three counters in front of them.

At this time, there were a lot of guests in Qingfengju. Some people were waiting in line at the counter, and some people were drinking tea and chatting in the rest area.

A pretty maid by the door saw a guest coming in and quickly stepped forward to receive it.

"Young master is welcome. The first floor of the shop is responsible for Qingfeng Ferry, the second floor sells Xianjia treasures, and the third floor sells pawns."

Zhao Rong explained his intention, and was brought by the maid to a counter with a small number of people on the first floor.

He thanked him and refused the maid's request to help him place the bookcase, and quietly waited in line.

Not long after, it was Zhao Rong's turn.

He walked forward and handed the boarding badge in his hand to a beautiful woman behind the counter.

The beautiful woman took the Xuan card and took a closer look.

"Young master is going to leave the Fire Nation, right? The next ferry will arrive the day after according to the information we have received now."

"I'm not going to Lihuo Nation. I want to ask if this mysterious card can be exchanged for a ferry ticket to another place?"

Zhao Rong didn't feel embarrassed, and then asked, "Or can I return some spirit stones?"

The beautiful woman raised her brows and looked at the scholar in green in front of her. When she glanced at the bookcase behind him, her eyes suddenly narrowed.

I saw a flag on the bookcase with the word "Lin Lu" written on it.

"Master, the tickets sold by Qingfengju cannot be refunded, but they can be exchanged for other tickets of Qingfengju. You only need to make up the difference depending on the distance. Where do you want to go?"

After a pause, she asked tentatively, "Linlu Academy?"

Zhao Rong reached out and held the pair of jade cards around his waist, and nodded as usual.

Yesterday, in front of the tomb of Zhulin, he thought about it for a long time, and finally decided to go to the four palaces of Taiqing and return the white black bird jade tablet to her.

He didn't go to her with luck and desire for her forgiveness...

Well, Zhao Rong admitted that there may be a trace in his heart, but definitely not much!
He had hurt her too deeply before, and it was normal for her to be unable to forgive.

Zhao Rong just wanted to return the white jade to the original owner, but there was a cause and effect. After all, this piece of white jade was a relic left to her by his mother and her Aunt Liu, and Zhao Rong had no right to take it away.

After that, go or stay and see the situation.

So Zhao Rong went back to Ganjing yesterday, went to the Imperial College to get the letter, and was going to help Mr. Fang send the letter from the Imperial Teacher to Linlu Academy.

I remember that when Mr. Fang heard what he was coming, he laughed and said something a child can teach. Later, together with the letter, he gave him a flag with the word "Lin Lu" written on it and let him put it on the bookcase, saying It is Linlu Academy that still has a bit of a reputation on the top of Wangquezhou Mountain, which can shock some children and save some unnecessary troubles on the road...

"Master, if you go to Linlu Academy, you can disembark at two places. One is Xiaoyaojin in Dali, and the other is the end point of the ferry's northbound trip - Duyou City, where do you want to disembark?"

"Lonely City."

Zhao Rong waved his hand.

"Okay, son, your original ticket was a normal class ticket, and the price was 31 low-grade spirit stones. Now you change it to a normal class ticket to Duyou City. The total price is [-] low-grade spirit stones, and you need to make up another ten One."

Zhao Rong's eyelids jumped.

He reached out and touched it in his arms.

The complexion changed.

Oops, one more!
(End of this chapter)