i have a sword fairy

Chapter 27

After Zhao Rong and Liu Sanbian disembarked, they went to Qingfengju's firm in Zangzhoupu.

When he came out, Zhao Rong had a silk bag embroidered with the pattern of a tall building in his hand, which contained fifteen low-grade spirit stones returned by Qingfengju, which was almost half the shipping fee.

As far as Zhao Rong knows, on the mountain, spirit stones are the most circulating currency. One high-grade spirit stone is equivalent to one hundred middle-grade spirit stones, and one middle-grade spirit stone is equivalent to one hundred low-grade spirit stones. Whether there is a higher-level spirit stone, Zhao Rong is unknown.

However, Zhao Rong doesn't actually have much desire for spirit stones now.

First, he has not officially stepped into the path of self-cultivation, and he does not need any cultivation resources.

Second, he has a weak temperament towards money, and feels that this thing is enough as long as it is enough. Of course, he has not been beaten by society in his previous life, otherwise he will know how difficult it is to achieve this "enough".

Thirdly, he found out that the poems in the poems seem to be of great value on the mountain, and they are still valuable and invaluable, and thanks to his former hobby of ancient writing, he still has a lot of such poems in his mind...

Zhao Rong shook the purse in his hand, it jingled, and looked back at the shop. The shopkeeper and the steward were very busy, smiling reluctantly to appease the guests and refund the boat fare.

Zhao Rong sighed, I really don't want to take this spiritual stone, or I will give it to you and add some more, you will take me to Duyou City?

"Where is Brother Sanbian going? The younger brother is going to Duyou City, but now it seems that we can only hurry down the mountain, and I don't know that we can only get there in the Year of the Monkey."

"Big Wei."

Liu San's words were concise and concise, his expression was flat, and he didn't have the worry like Zhao Rong's. He didn't seem to be in a hurry to go to the place called Da Wei.

Liu Sanbian glanced at Zhao Rong's expression, thought for a while, and took Zhao Rong to a business firm to buy a map of mountains and rivers in the northern part of Wangque Continent.

Zhao Rong looked at the densely packed place names on the map, and was quite amazed. There were not less than a hundred secular dynasties alone, not to mention those famous mountains and rivers. The records were extremely detailed.

"Who drew this map, so detailed, how much effort does it take?"

Liu San changed his gaze to a certain place on the map and did not move away.

"This is copied from the Xuan Ding."

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, Xuan Ding?
Suddenly, he remembered something.

There is such a line on the "Xuanhuang Chronicle" that he ripped through.

"Xuan collects the soldiers of ten thousand clans, the gold of nine animal husbandry, and casts nine tripods, like Jiuzhou, Zhenshan River."

At that time, Emperor Xuan took the Xuanhuang people to the top, collected the magical soldiers of all tribes and the metal tribute from Jiuzhou, and fused and cast nine large cauldrons, one for each continent, to suppress the transportation of mountains and rivers.

So the Jiuding also drew a map of Jiuzhou?
"Will the map of mountains and rivers drawn tens of thousands of years ago become outdated now?"

For such a long time, it is estimated that the sea has already been destroyed.

"Ok?"

Liu Sanbian raised his head and glanced at Zhao Rong, not expecting that he would ask this.

Liu Sanbian's mouth twitched and his face became fierce. Zhao Rong knew he was laughing, but because of his appearance, he looked very scary, but Zhao Rong got used to it after getting along for a long time. Lovely.

Who says that the face is born from the heart, my three-change brother is just the opposite.

"My son, this question..."

"Hey, how many times I said don't call me son, just call me brother, or Tzuyu."

Liu Sanbian turned a little twisted and called out, brother.

"I haven't seen the Xuan Ding of Benzhou, because almost no one in Wangquezhou knows where this heavy weapon of the human race is except Tianya Jiange."

"But I heard that the map of Jiuzhou recorded on the Xuan Ding is not static, but will change with the mountains and rivers, and evolve on its own with the passage of time. All living beings are slender.”

"The Wangquezhou map currently circulating on the mountain is a reduced version, which is regularly revised and announced by Tianya Jiange."

Zhao Rong nodded in understanding.

Liu Sanbian lowered his head to search for a while, and pointed with his finger.

"We are in Zhishui Country, separated from Duyou City by more than a dozen dynasties, and because Anling Country is blocked by Sikou House, it is estimated that we will not be able to pass through. Simply relying on foot strength or horses, even if you take the nearest road, my brother will take no less than five years to arrive."

Zhao Rong's eyelids jumped when he heard the words, my dear, this day lily is getting cold, it's better to wait for the blockade to be lifted, the traffic on the mountain is restored, and then take a boat to Duyou City, but I heard the people in Qingfengju say that the blockade is probably lifted. It takes half a year.

It turned out that the ancients rarely traveled far, and it took a long trip. It is estimated that they would be on the road for half their lives. If they encounter another chaos, [-]% of them will not be able to return home.

"However..." Liu Sanbian's finger tapped a blue spot on the map.

"But what?"

"But my brother is lucky, look here, there happens to be a Dadu that crosses the Wangque from south to north, you just need to go here, board a big boat, and go down the river, faster than ordinary horses can count. Ten times, you can reach Duyou City at the mouth of Dadu in about a month."

"We are still a few countries away from this Dadu, but it is very fast, and most of them pass by the border."

"Am I the only one boarding the ship, and the Sanbian brothers will not board the ship together?" Zhao Rong was curious.

"Between Zhishui Kingdom and Dadu, I can walk with my brother for one ride, but halfway I will reach Dawei."

Liu Sanbian helped Zhao Rong to mark some points of attention on the map of mountains and rivers, and then closed the map and handed it to Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong nodded and took it, put it in the bookcase, and calculated several times in his heart. This trip will take about two or three months. Although it is not as fast as the ferry on the mountain, it is the most convenient method under the current situation.

After the next itinerary was set, the two discussed that they would set off immediately after having a lunch in Zangzhoupu, not to stay here, and strive to arrive at the city below the mountain closest to Zangzhoupu before dark.

Zhao Rong took Liu Sanbian to buy some paper, ink and books, and replenished the bookcase. Before on the boat, Zhao Rong practiced and read every day, and he had already used up and read it.

At this time, the two of them were walking on the streets of Zangzhoupu, looking for a place to eat.

Because of the large number of ferries staying, there are many monks on the mountain gathered in Zangzhoupu, and the streets are very lively. Many people even set up stalls to sell some medicine pills, classics, or gadgets of unknown origin. Many monks stopped to pick and choose, trying to pick up leaks, fantasizing about bumping into a chance that the protagonists in the novels always encounter.

Suddenly, Liu Sanbian turned his head and looked back.

Not far behind, a sneaky figure shrank in fright, and hurriedly squatted beside a certain stall, looked left and right, and "seriously" picked up the items on the stall.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong turned his head and looked at the street behind him, but he didn't see anything unusual, so he looked at his companion beside him in confusion.

Liu San changed his head back and gave Zhao Rong a strange look, thinking about it, but still didn't say anything.

After that, the two found a restaurant that seemed to be of high quality and ordered a table of wine and food. This time, Zhao Rong was rushing for a treat. He glanced at the recipe. The first two pages of the recipe.

Zhao Rong was a little surprised, eating on the mountain is so expensive?
In fact, the cultivator has already been fasting after Fuyao Realm, but there are still many people on the mountain who maintain the habit of eating. The ferry where Zhao Rong was before also provided three meals a day.

In addition to the fact that some of the ingredients of the immortals on the mountain are quite mysterious, the delicacies produced can benefit the monks’ cultivation; also because the avenues are long, when the desires of many monks and mortals are beginning to be indifferent, the desire for words is rare and can be maintained for a long time. senses.

This also added a touch of firework to the long journey of cultivation.

What?Don't you say that the practice on the mountain should abandon fireworks and pursue immortal energy?This statement is too one-sided, it belongs to the type of monks who advocate Taoism, and even the more extreme way of cultivation is only the way of a small number of people on the mountain.

There are thousands of avenues, and the battle of hundreds of schools that has swept the Xuanhuang cultivation world has given more choices to the monks on the mountain who are just beginning to practice.

Although there are boundaries between the mountains and the mountains, the two involve a lot.

You can be a Mohist Ranger, Xingxia and righteousness; you can be a spirited Confucian student to actively join the world; you can join the Zongheng family, join the vertical and horizontal, and play the mortal kingdoms; Like many people on the mountain, he watched the masters of hundreds of schools with a cold eye, only followed his own heart to cultivate the Tao, and made choices at will.

The avenue should not be so small.

Zhao Rong rinsed his mouth with the tea, and tasted the delicious food from the fairy family brought by the beautiful maid. He felt that it was not any better than the dishes prepared by the chefs of the Duke of Jingnan's residence, and it was less oily and watery.

He glanced at the dishes on the table, it was good, the two spirit stones were gone, this was a meal.

However, it is not a waste to come here for dinner, at least to find out what happened to Anling, which made the Sikou Mansion so serious and blocked off the surrounding countries.

In the restaurant, after tea and dinner, many guests were discussing in full swing.

"The Zhao clan in Kuixiang County, Anling country, not only have their sons and daughters as ministers in the temples of many countries, but also half of the real estate in the Xianjiadukou city in Anling. In the middle of being washed with blood by the big demon, there is no one left in the whole family, and the blood flows into rivers."

"Hey, it's so cruel, I heard that the big demon who committed the crime seems to have the cultivation of the star-picking realm. Is it true or false, where did it come from?"

"Oh, I can't see it more than that. Like a cultivator in the Jindan realm, it's not that Zhao's house is not without it, but it still has no power to fight back. It was wiped out by that animal. I reckon that there should be a spirit transformation."

"God Transformation!"

"By the way, I remember that a few years ago in the southwest of Wangque, there was a family extermination. It seems that the surname is Zhao, but that time I heard that it was an enemy family seeking revenge.

"A few years ago, there was a boy from the Zhao family in Anling Kingdom who was sent to the sword pavilion to practice, you forgot? I heard that he did a good job in it, and this time I heard that he happened to be back..."

"Oh, I remember, you mean that..."

Zhao Rong pricked up his ears and listened to the "whisper" discussion of the people at the table next to him. He probably sketched the whole story in his heart, sighed, and observed a moment of silence for his distant relatives.

Not long after, the conversation of the table next to him changed, and the topic changed again. Not long ago, on a certain ferry, there was an unarmed scholar who was full of vigor and vitality, and staged a heroic rescue of beauty. In the play, a charming little fox demon was rescued by the servant of the King of Hell in Sikou's mansion. Later, the little fox demon saw that the benefactor's appearance was mediocre, and only hurriedly left a sentence: "The concubine will definitely be a cow and a horse in her next life to repay the son." He ran away, and in the end left the scholar alone in grief.

When Zhao Rong heard the words, he almost spit out the rice in his mouth. What did all this spread?Let's not mention that Er Lengzi and Xueqi Fanggang for the time being, what the hell is "Ben Gong's appearance is mediocre"?Where does this son look ordinary!
Well, a little bit, but this gentleman has a good temperament... right?

The corners of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched as he listened to the laughter of the people at the table next to him, shook his head, and glanced at Liu Sanbian awkwardly but without leaving a trace. Taking a breath, he didn't take it seriously.

But right now.

Suddenly, a charming maid came, holding a bottle of wine that was quite expensive just by looking at the bottle, and placed it beside Zhao Rong, gave a blessing slowly, and said softly:
"There was a distinguished guest there who presented the young master with a bottle of Drunk Sword Immortal, and asked the servants to send it. I hope the young master will not refuse."

Zhao Rong and the two looked in the direction indicated by the maid, and there was a bearded man who was drinking alone in a corner not far away.

Zhao Rong took a closer look and had some impressions. When he rescued "Su Dahuang" on the ferry in the morning, he seemed to be in the crowd around him. At that time, he seemed to be drinking with a wine gourd in his hand, so he treated him slightly more impressive.

When the bearded man saw Zhao Rong and Liu Sanbian look on, he grinned and raised the jug.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but smile, and before he glanced at the pot, he had seen the extremely high-priced Drunk Sword Immortal on the recipe.

At this time, Liu Sanbian had already mentioned it with a smile and filled himself and Zhao Rong with it.

The three toast.

Drink without words.

Life is a joy to know each other,
When you meet, there is wine and teach you to pour it.

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