"...That's great, Zhao Rong, what are you going to do next time? If you steal something this time, are you going to steal someone next time?"

Gui suddenly remembered this joke from half a month ago.

now.

It turned out to be a prophecy.

"Why does everything that comes out of your mouth sound so ugly?"

Zhao Rong shook his head, "It's even changed."

"Aren't you just stealing people?"

Gui chuckled, "Yeah, dead man."

Zhao Rong was speechless and didn't want to pay attention to it.

"Hey, he's already dead. Even if you steal...take out his body, what's the point?"

After thinking about it for a while.

"Are you going to use his sixth-grade martial artist's body to practice corpse training?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Rong slowed down slightly.

He was not angry at Gui's speculation. Instead, he was silent for a while and said softly:

"Corpse training...is this common in the mountains?"

"There is a type of monks who specialize in corpse training on the mountain, but they are very few. However, some immortal sects also have corpse training techniques, such as those forces that are biased towards the devil. For example, several main branches of Taoism also have special secret techniques for corpse training...

"

Later.

Zhao Rong listened carefully to its long explanation of the so-called common sense on the mountain.

halfway.

It was "inadvertently" revealed that it could possess no less than twenty secret corpse-training techniques of extremely high levels, so high that he, the good-for-nothing son-in-law of the Zhao family, would never be able to use them, and felt chilled.

Angry "shock" and deep "regret".

He sighed sadly, only hating that he was not living up to expectations and had no future, wasting the rare resources brought by such an excellent and good sword spirit. This was not only a waste of his own life, but also a delay in the good time and life of other sword spirits.

teenage-hood……

"How do I feel? Are you in a weird mood?"

"No, it's an illusion. You are definitely an illusion. Please tell me, isn't what I just said true? Which sentence is false?"

Zhao Rong blinked and said seriously:

"Besides, with your wisdom, can I fool you?"

"real?"

"real!"

Gui was half convinced, but after thinking about it, he felt that Zhao Rong was right, and what he just said was a very accurate description.

How could such a powerful sword spirit be matched by his son-in-law of the Zhao family? It was simply God's indifference that allowed him to find such a potential sword master...

However, the unique intuition of those with yin and yang for a long time still vaguely reminds it that it may be being reversed by others.

Gui hurriedly changed the subject and continued talking to Zhao Rong about corpse training.

Not long after.

Gui Youyou said:

"So all in all, corpse training is quite common in the mountains, especially the corpses of pure warriors. Using ordinary corpse refining methods, you can refine them into corpse puppets whose physique is only one level lower than what they were in life... Well, since you ask this, then

It’s just that you didn’t know about corpse training before, so...you want to retrieve Liu Sanbian’s body and bury him?”

"Oh, Master Zhao, will he still want to avenge him?"

After hearing what Gui said about practicing corpse training, Zhao Rong was thoughtful.

At this time, I saw it asking questions continuously.

He raised his eyes slightly, was silent for a while, and looked in the direction of the north gate tower, where it was pitch black.

"Actually, I don't think he should die."

"He is a friend, but avenging his father is his private matter. He did not ask me to help, so I am just a bystander. He does what he thinks a son of man should do, and that means life and death."

"but."

"After my friend died, his body was hung on the tower in public, exposed to the sun, and dangled in front of my eyes. I can't understand this. This...is my business."

Zhao Rong said calmly: "I also want to do what I think I should do."

"I still don't understand."

"You don't need to understand, because I don't think my principles are right, but I think that when you live in this world, you have to have your own principles. Don't worry about right or wrong. You have to have your own principles, not what others teach you.

.”

"I know, this sounds a bit unreasonable and not like what a Confucian scholar who reads sages should say, but that's what I think. Well, other people's opinions have nothing to do with me."

Zhao Rong pursed his lips.

Gui thought for a while and said, "No, I still need to understand."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to be pissed off by you. I understand you a little, and I won't feel aggrieved or depressed when I die with you."

"Your angle is very interesting."

"Okay, what are you going to do, Mr. Zhao? Should you go back to Zhongnan Kingdom to bring in reinforcements? Or go find your wife?"

"It doesn't work. Firstly, it's too late. It takes at least two months to go back and forth, and the day lilies are already cold. Secondly, it's... useless."

"Tsk tsk, Zhao Rong, I really appreciate your confidence."

"Oh, just like luck, it's half as elegant as you were back then, right?"

Gui chuckled lightly, did not answer, and then turned to:

"You must think clearly. There is a Confucian monk in the Golden Core Realm opposite, and behind him there is a family that can control the national destiny of a secular dynasty. And you and the stupid fox demon, one is in the Qingxu Stage of the Ascending Heaven Realm, and the other has just been promoted.

It has only been a few years since the elixir took form."

"Didn't Mr. Qin Jian go to the famous Qingxun Sect in the north of Wangque to seek treatment? He's not here anymore."

"Well, sure, but is there a difference?"

"Yes, he left, and Su Xiaoxiao and I are enough for the rest."

"Su Xiaoxiao? What can that silly fox demon do? Was he sold as a scapegoat by you?"

Zhao Rong glanced at the inn in the distance that was getting closer and closer, thought for a while, and said with deep understanding:

"Su Huxian, your acting skills are very good."

Return: "..."

But then, Sword Spirit said in a rather excited tone:

"Okay, let's talk about what we are going to do. The last time we rushed to the Xu Temple to steal the furnace was a bit unsatisfactory."

"It's really not satisfying. The stove you made was a little lighter at that time, so it didn't crush me to death."

"Hey, you're a man, why are you so fussy about everything?"

"Isn't it the same for you? You are allowed to care about everything, but I am not allowed to care about everything?"

Gui felt someone's resentment. It paused and changed the topic, "Ahem, okay, let's talk quickly. This time Mr. Zhao stole someone, was it a scholar's theft, or was it an honest act?"

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, not bothering to correct Gui's words.

He looked around, sighed slightly, and reiterated:

"I've already said that the folk customs in Liangjing are simple and the people are hospitable. How can I still need your dirty tricks? You can't..."

"Can't they give it to me?"

Return: "…………"

"Dong dong dong!"

Zhao Rong knocked on the wooden door in front of him.

"No tea! No snacks! Well, the snacks in your inn are so delicious!"

A crisp sound came from inside the house.

"Ahem, it's me."

The next second.

"Creak!"
To be continued...