"Zhao Rong, you’re not actually planning to return this treasure to them, are you?"
After leaving the group from the Thousand Chilling Peak, the Sword Spirit couldn’t help but ask with a frown.
"Do I look like a living Bodhisattva to you?" Zhao Rong countered casually.
Having spent a considerable amount of ti with Zhao Rong, Gui roughly understood what ’living Bodhisattva’ ant.
So without thinking, it nodded.
"......"
"In the past, I wouldn’t have been worried, but now that you’re about to cultivate yourself into a saint, I’m very concerned."
Zhao Rong retorted, a bit irritated, "Did you forget what Zhu Yourong said earlier?"
Gui looked thoughtful.
Not long ago, a certain well-endowed lady had left, holding her head high and coldly remarking that the Lin Lu Academy’s scholars didn’t just endure bullying and return trophies without a valid reason.
"So, does Young Master Zhao plan to reason with them? Or is he going to pick a fight?" it teased.
Zhao Rong neither confird nor denied.
He walked for a while.
Then suddenly laughed, "I’m quite curious about their reaction; let’s take a look first."
The Sword Spirit smiled.
Soon, Zhao Rong ca to stand in front of Su Xiaoxiao, who was waiting under a fruit tree.
"For you." She handed him a fruit.
Zhao Rong accepted it, didn’t bother wiping it, and took a bite because he was sure the lively, fruit-picking little fox spirit had already cleaned it for him.
"Silly girl, let’s go."
Zhao Rong led the way.
Su Xiaoxiao glanced curiously at the people from Thousand Chilling Peak who were watching them from a distance but didn’t ask any questions and obediently followed him.
On the night road.
"There was a little misunderstanding just now, but it’s been resolved. We exchanged friendly words; the people here are very hospitable."
Zhao Rong explained with a smile.
"Oh." Su Xiaoxiao tightened the little book box on her back, nodding.
They walked on without speaking.
The atmosphere gradually grew silent.
It seed they realized the evening stroll was coming to an end, and it was ti to return.
After a mont of quiet walking.
Zhao Rong suddenly said softly, "Ti to take you back, silly girl."
"Okay."
"I just called Uncle Xiaobai to co over; let him take you back. I have sothing to do and probably can’t go together." Zhao Rong said as he pressed forward.
"It’s okay." She looked down at the road beneath her feet.
"What, aren’t you worried I’ll change my mind and run off again?" He chuckled, curious.
Su Xiaoxiao quickly stepped forward, took the leading man’s big hand, and shook her head with a gentle smile.
She knew he wouldn’t leave.
He couldn’t fool her, after all.
Zhao Rong couldn’t help but squeeze her warm, plump little hand, then couldn’t help but laugh, glancing upward at the splendid starry sky after the rain, taking a deep breath.
The little fox spirit, in her red dress, carried her book box, held his hand, and suddenly swung it happily.
Hand in hand.
Swinging, swinging.
Just like swinging on a swing.
Or like hooking pinkies, promising a thousand years of an unchanging bond.
"I’ll stay and pluck a moon to bring you back ho," he said with a smile.
"Ho!"
She joyfully jumped, waving her tiny pink fists, and said crisply:
"I’ll wait for you, Zhao Ziyu!"
"Alright, Su Dahuang."
...
When Li Bai received the ssage and ca, Zhao Rong and Su Xiaoxiao were waiting for him outside that bustling small town.
The man carrying a sword glanced from afar and then walked over.
He pretended not to see the fox spirit girl carrying a book box, nodded to Zhao Rong, as if to say hello.
Li Bai felt sowhat embarrassed.
Because of the little report he did yesterday and today.
Although Zhao Lingfei took all the bla upon herself, Li Bai still felt he should be more cautious in handling these matters in the future.
And try not to get involved.
Zhao Rong, Zhao Lingfei, and Zhao Qian’er, he had watched all three grow up, and while he certainly stood by Zhao Lingfei and Little Qian’er, he also hoped the three of them could live harmoniously... forget it, let the three of them handle it.
Zhao Rong nodded, "Did you get that wine?"
"Got it. When I got there, I didn’t see you around, guessed it must be the wine you left behind."
Li Bai shook his head sheepishly, "Why are you being so polite?"
Zhao Rong smiled but didn’t answer.
He directly pointed to the little fox spirit in the red dress beside him, openly saying, "Her na is Su Xiaoxiao, Uncle Xiaobai, could you safely escort her back to Taiqing Mansion for ?"
"Your friend? No problem, leave it to . I’ll have her ho safely before midnight."
The man with a sword seed to ask casually and then, without waiting for Zhao Rong’s answer, nodded in agreent on his own accord.
His eyes skimd over the very pretty fox-eyed girl.
Zhao Rong smiled, then swallowed back the correct answer, leaving it unsaid.
There was a tacit understanding.
The little fox spirit, carrying her book box, left Zhao Rong’s side, stepped forward, and greeted:
"Hello, um, just call Xiaoxiao."
A crisp voice.
It was only then that Li Bai turned his head, looked Su Xiaoxiao up and down, and grinned, "Surna Li, first na Bai, you can just call Uncle Xiaobai, just like this brat."
"Uncle Xiaobai." Su Xiaoxiao nodded, with a curious gaze, looked at the man, referred to by Zhao Lang as an unparalleled master.
She looked at the sword in his arms, guessing that this sword must be amazing to be so treasured by an unparalleled master... just like in novels.
Li Bai, with an unchanged expression, first glanced left and right, then spoke to Zhao Rong, whose expression was unperturbed:
"Then... let’s head off with her. It’s late, Taiqing Mansion might impose a night ban."
Zhao Rong nodded gently.
Li Bai left with Su Xiaoxiao.
The two had just t and began chatting as they walked, their voices reaching Zhao Rong.
"Want Uncle to carry the book box for you?"
"No need, no need, I’m strong. Uncle Xiaobai, are you an expert?"
"Remove the word ’are,’ and that’s your answer."
"You’re an expert... uh, you really are!" The little fox spirit seed to tilt her head and try reading again, wide-eyed and happy.
"An expert wouldn’t lie to you..."
Zhao Rong: "......"
Watching the backs of the larger and smaller figures, he shook his head, a helpless smile on his face.
Didn’t expect them to get along so well, but then again, Li Bai sotis is like a child...
As they moved away, the little fox spirit turned back several tis, watching the shadow of the lone man behind, biting her lip, and waving to him with all her might.
A little reluctant.
Even for a short separation.
Zhao Rong stood in a place dimly lit, waving back at her.
Planning to leave only after watching them disappear into the distance.
Unexpectedly, Li Bai suddenly turned back.
"Those two girls have heated the food three tis already," he said, "I think there could be... a fourth."
"Stubborn kid," the man nodded seriously, "Hope you get to taste it."
Zhao Rong was stunned.
Li Bai and Su Xiaoxiao vanished into the deep darkness that the bustling town’s lights couldn’t reach.
The young scholar, drenched and disheveled, stood still.
Watching them leave.
Standing for a long ti.
If the fourth ti happens... it should be when the one they’re waiting for returns ho.
When rchants and passersby in the town thought a new statue had been erected at the entrance.
The ’statue’ moved.
He turned away, rubbing his face as he departed.
Alone once more tonight.
"Well, now it’s finally peaceful," Gui said, and then asked, "Where to?"
"To pluck the moon."
With these words, the man faced south toward the Moon Worship Mountain.
...
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