After Zhao Rong and Liu Sanbian got off the ship, they went to Qingfengju's shop in Zangzhoupu.

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

As far as Zhao Rong knows, spirit stones are the most circulated currency in the mountains. One high-grade spirit stone is equivalent to one hundred medium-grade spirit stones, and one medium-grade spirit stone is equivalent to one hundred low-grade spirit stones. As for the return of

Zhao Rong doesn't know whether there are higher-level spiritual stones.

But Zhao Rong actually doesn't have much desire for spiritual stones now.

First of all, he has not officially entered the path of cultivation and does not need any cultivation resources.

Secondly, he is indifferent to money and thinks that as long as it is enough, it will be fine. Of course, he has not been severely beaten by society in his previous life, otherwise he would know how difficult it is to achieve "enough".

Thirdly, he discovered that high-quality poems seemed to be valuable in the mountains, and they were still the kind that had a price but no market. And thanks to his former hobby of ancient literature, he still had many such poems in his mind...

Zhao Rong shook the money bag in his hand, making a jingling sound, and looked back at the shop. The shopkeeper and manager were very busy, and he reluctantly appeased the guests with a smile and returned the shipping fee.

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

"Brother Sanbian, where are you going? I want to go to Duyou City, but now it seems that I have to rush down the mountain. I don't know how long it will take to get there."

"Da Wei."

Liu Sanbian spoke concisely and concisely, and his expression was calm. He was not as sad as Zhao Rong. He seemed to be in no hurry to go to the place called Dawei.

Liu Sanbian glanced at Zhao Rong's expression, thought for a while, and took Zhao Rong to a trading house and bought a map of the mountains and rivers in the northern part of Wangquezhou.

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

"Who drew this map? How much effort did it take to make it so detailed?"

Liu Sanbian stared at a certain spot on the map without moving away.

"This is copied from the Xuanding."

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, Xuanding?

Suddenly, he remembered something.

There was this line in the "Xuanhuang Chronicle" that he had turned over.

"Xuan collected the soldiers of all tribes, used the gold of the Nine Shepherds, and cast the Nine Cauldrons to resemble the Nine Continents and stabilize the mountains and rivers."

Back then, Emperor Xuan led the Xuanhuang tribe to the top, collected the divine weapons from all tribes and the metals paid tribute by the nine continents, and fused them into nine great cauldrons, one for each continent, to suppress the fate of the mountains and rivers.

So there is also a map of Jiuzhou drawn on the Jiuding?

“Wouldn’t the maps of mountains and rivers drawn tens of thousands of years ago become outdated now?”

It has been such a long time, and the world has probably gone through a lot of changes.

"Um?"

Liu Sanbian raised his head and glanced at Zhao Rong, not expecting him to ask this.

Liu Sanbian raised the corners of his mouth and turned into a fierce expression. Zhao Rong knew that he was smiling, but because of his appearance, he looked very scary. However, after Zhao Rong had been together for a long time, he got used to it, and he still felt that Sanbian was a good brother.

Lovely.

Who said that the face is the heart, my Sanbian brother is exactly the opposite.

"Sir, this question..."

"Hey, how many times have I told you not to call me son, just call me brother, or Tzuyu."

Liu Sanbian became a little embarrassed and called him brother.

"I have never seen Xuanding in this continent, because except for Tianya Sword Pavilion, almost no one in Wangque Continent knows where this important human weapon is."

"But I heard people say that the map of Jiuzhou recorded on the Xuanding is not static, but will evolve with the changes of mountains and rivers, and the passage of time. I heard that on this tripod, within a state, the vegetation, sand and rocks, mountains and rivers,

All living things are present in every detail."

"The maps of Wangquezhou currently circulating on the mountain are abbreviated versions, which are regularly revised and published by Tianya Jiange."

Zhao Rong nodded as if he had some understanding.

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

"We are in Zhishui Kingdom, separated from Duyou City by more than a dozen dynasties, and because Anling Kingdom is blocked by the Sikou Mansion, we probably won't be able to pass through. We will need to take a detour, and it will take several more countries to travel. If

Simply relying on foot power or horses, even if you take the shortest road, it will take no less than five years for me to arrive."

Zhao Rong's eyelids jumped when he heard this. Good guy, these day lilies are already too cold. It's better to wait here for the blockade to be lifted and the traffic on the mountain to resume, and then take a boat to Duyou City. But I heard from people in Qingfengju that the blockade will probably be lifted soon.

It will take more than half a year.

It turns out that people in ancient times rarely traveled far away. If you were to travel far away, you would probably be on the road for half your life. If you encountered another war, you would most likely not even be able to return home.

"But..." Liu Sanbian's finger clicked on a blue area on the map.

"But what?"

"But I'm lucky. Look here, there happens to be a large river crossing Wangque from south to north. As long as you walk here, board a big boat and go down the river, your speed will be several times faster than ordinary horses.

Ten times that, we can reach Duyou City at the mouth of Dadu in less than a month."

"We are still several countries away from this road, but it's very fast. Most of us pass by the border."

"Am I the only one to board the ship? Don't you want Brother Sanbian to board the ship with you?" Zhao Rong was curious.

"I can go with my brother for one journey between Zhishui Kingdom and Dadu, but we will reach Dawei halfway."

Liu Sanbian marked some points that Zhao Rong should pay attention to on the mountain and river map, then closed the map and handed it to Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong nodded and took it, put it in the book box, and calculated several times in his mind. This trip will take about two or three months. Although it is not as fast as the ferry on the mountain, it is already the most convenient way under the current circumstances.

After deciding on their next itinerary, the two of them agreed to have lunch at Jangjupo and then set off immediately without staying here, trying to get to the mountain castle closest to Jangjupo before dark.

Zhao Rong took Liu Sanbian to buy some paper, ink and books to replenish the book box. On the ship, Zhao Rong practiced calligraphy and reading every day, and had already used up and finished reading.

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

Because a large number of ferries stayed there, there were many monks on the mountain gathered in Zangzhoupu, and the streets were very lively. There were even many people setting up stalls selling some elixirs, classics, or gadgets of unknown origin.

Many monks stopped to pick and choose, trying to pick up the missing items, imagining encountering an opportunity that the protagonists in story novels always encounter.

Suddenly, Liu Sanbian turned his head and looked back.

Not far behind, a sneaky figure shrank in fear and hurriedly squatted beside a stall, looking left and right, and "carefully" selected the items on the stall.

Upon 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 companions beside him in confusion.

Liu Sanbian turned around and glanced at Zhao Rong with a strange expression. After thinking about it, he still didn't say anything.

After that, the two found a restaurant that seemed to be of good quality and ordered a table of food and wine. This time, Zhao Rong was rushing to treat him. He glanced at the menu and saw that it would cost about two low-grade spiritual stones. That was just for ordering.

The first two pages of the recipe.

Zhao Rong was a little surprised. It was so expensive to eat on the mountain?

In fact, the monks have been fasting since they entered the Fuyao Realm, but there are still many mountain people who still 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 immortal ingredients in the mountains are quite mysterious, the delicacies produced can benefit the monks' practice; it is also because the road is long, and when many monks' mortal desires begin to fade away, it is rare for a few monks to be able to maintain their lust for a long time.

senses.

This also adds a touch of fireworks to the long journey of self-cultivation.

What? Are you saying that when practicing on the mountain, you should abandon fireworks and pursue immortality? This statement is too one-sided. It belongs to the type of monks who advocate Taoism, and even the more extreme way of spiritual practice is just a practice on the mountain.

The road for a small number of people.

There are thousands of avenues, and the disputes among hundreds of schools sweeping through the Xuanhuang cultivation world have given the monks on the mountain who are new to cultivation more choices.

Although there is a boundary between the mountains and the mountains, the two are closely involved.

You can be a Mohist knight-errant and do justice; you can be a high-spirited Confucian scholar and actively participate in the world; you can join the strategist family, unite vertical and horizontal, and play in the world; you can return to the blessed land of Lingshan, become a Taoist who is pure and inactive, and be born to cultivate immortality; or you can

Like many people on the mountain, I watched hundreds of schools of thought with cold eyes, only followed my own heart to practice Taoism, and made choices as I pleased.

The avenue shouldn't be so small.

Zhao Rong rinsed his mouth with tea and tasted the fairy delicacies served by the beautiful maid. He felt that the food was not much better than the food cooked by the chef of Jingnan Duke's Palace, and it was even less oily and watery.

He looked at the food on the table. It was very good. The two spiritual stones were gone. This was a meal.

However, it was not a worthwhile trip to come here to eat. At least I could find out what kind of changes had happened in Anling Kingdom, which made the Sikou Mansion so serious and blockaded several surrounding countries.

In the restaurant, after tea and dinner, many guests were having a lively discussion.

"The Zhao family in Kuixiang County, Anling State, not only has descendants who have served as ministers in temples in many countries for generations, but also half of the real estate in the Xianjia Ferry Clothing City in Anling State belongs to them. But such a famous family suddenly became a member of the imperial family overnight.

They were bloodbathed by the great demon, and no one in the clan was left alive, and the blood flowed like a river."

"Hey, that's really cruel. I heard that the big demon who committed the crime seems to have reached the Star Realm. Is it true? Where did it come from?"

"Oh, I can't help but see that, like the Jindan realm monks, the Zhao family is not without them, but they still have no ability to fight back. They were wiped out by that beast. I guess they should have transformed into gods."

"Become a god!"

"Speaking of which, I remember that a few years ago, there was a family massacre in the southwest of Wangque. It seemed that the family was also named Zhao. However, I heard that it was an enemy seeking revenge. Why was it that the Sikou Mansion didn't take care of it that time, but it mobilized so many troops this time?"

"A few years ago, a boy from the Zhao family in Anling was sent to the Jiange to practice. Have you forgotten? I heard that he did well there, and I heard that he just happened to come back this time..."
To be continued...