My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 511 - 340: Before Departing, Ascending to the Seventh Floor_2

Chapter 511: Chapter 340: Before Departing, Ascending to the Seventh Floor_2

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Her stance on certain matters was as firm as iron.

Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, Zhao Qian’er appeared on the scene, hopping three steps at a time to Zhao Rong’s side, and snatched her cousin-in-law’s frozen arm.

With her little nose wrinkled, she looked at Gu Yiwu with vigilance, this ’bad influence’ friend of Brother Rong’er.

She spoke with great certainty, "Who says Brother Rong’er doesn’t have someone close by his side? Which of your eyes saw something and just blabbed nonsense? Last night, Brother Rong’er was still staying at our Qinglian Inn. If I wasn’t the one to bathe him, was it you? If our young lady wasn’t the one to sleep with him, was it you? Aren’t the young lady and I considered his close ones?"

Gu Yiwu: "..."

Zhao Rong: "..."

For a moment, Gu Yiwu was a bit stunned, carefully observing the lively little girl who had just popped up.

He turned his head to look at the shops behind Zhao Rong and Zhao Qian’er, then at the arm Zhao Qian’er was hugging, and the faint dark circles under his eyes.

The burly man slowly came to his senses, especially after carefully pondering the words that the young girl had blurted out... Goodness me.

Gu Yiwu, with a head full of black lines, looked at someone with a mournful gaze, like a pitiful wife. So you have been slacking off too? Wait, dark circles!

Faced with these strange looks, Zhao Rong blinked, his face unflushed, his heart unwavering.

"Well, Brother Yiwu, I have important matters to attend to, so I’ll be leaving first. Tomorrow morning, at the hour of Si, we’ll meet at the Ritual Hall to collect the Jade Order before we set off to Great Li together. Don’t forget!"

With an unchanged expression, he dropped this phrase and, taking with him the proudly triumphant little Qian’er, who had just defeated a challenge and protected her small rice bowl, he slipped away like greased lightning.

...

Zhao Rong gave Zhao Qian’er, who was clamoring to continue shopping, a big knock on the head.

With the little girl holding her forehead, he entered Linlu Academy and headed toward the library on Linlu Mountain.

Zhao Qian’er was chattering along the way like a lark, asking all sorts of questions.

For instance, she asked Zhao Rong to guess the name of her Lifebound Flying Sword, promising to tell him if he guessed correctly.

Upon learning that the lecherous burly man from earlier was also heading to Great Li to participate in the ritual skill examination with Zhao Rong, the little girl patted her chest in relief, muttering how fortunate it was that she was also going, so she could prevent him from being led astray.

And another thing, she insisted that Brother Rong’er should keep his distance from such bad influences in the future.

She argued that purchased maids could not match a home-raised childhood friend, an incomparably adorable maid, not by a ten-thousandth.

Zhao Rong, with an expressionless face, finally reached the foot of Linlu Mountain with the little chatterbox, and started climbing.

He looked around and saw that the winding corridor leading to the mountaintop library was still piled with books sent from various countries at the mountain’s base, and even more so now.

Zhao Rong flipped through them casually and noticed that they were mostly formal histories from the various countries below the mountain.

He nodded slightly, understanding the situation, and took a moment to gaze at the seventh floor of the library atop the mountain he was about to visit.

The blue-tiled and painted buildings there had an ordinary design.

However, Zhao Rong knew that seated there were a group of Confucian scholars of no mean status, invited by the new City Lord, who buried themselves day and night in their work, compiling historical records for all of the secular dynasties in Wangque Continent of the past three thousand years.

Although it didn’t cause much of a stir, it was the first time in hundreds of years that Youlan Prefecture of Du You City had thrown its full support behind a matter concerning the whole continent.

It was also one of the new City Lord’s first three acts of authority, seemingly not insignificant.

Zhao Rong suddenly turned to look at the foot of the mountain they had just passed by, where, aside from scholars and porters who shoulder books up the mountain, all other outsiders were required to stay at the base of the mountain and not allowed to ascend.

Especially those who were not Confucian scholars.

Because presently, not only Confucian Cultivators with ties of camaraderie with the Academy or influences that had sent representatives all the way from afar to deliver books to the library.

But representatives sent by the official rulers of every dynasty below Wangque Continent, regardless of the size of their nation, had arrived in You City after receiving the long-missed Jade Order from Youlan Prefecture.

And after these representatives of the dynasties delivered their books, most of them lingered, choosing to stay for a while.

The reason was simple: the merits and flaws of their own dynasties recorded in the history books might very well be subject to the whims of the brush and sentiments of a particular scholar on the seventh floor atop the mountain.

Hence, the base of Linlu Mountain gradually became a hubbub of activity.

The inns and restaurants in the town outside the Academy boomed with business.

Yet all of this was just the beginning. According to what Zhao Rong had learned before heading up to the library, the joint historical compilation project between the seventh floor of the library and Youlan Prefecture’s Historical Archives had only just begun.

So far, it was mostly representatives from the nearby dynasties below the mountain who had come to deliver books.

Book-delivering envoys from the most distant dynasties of the continent were still on the way...

Zhao Rong stood at a midway point on the mountain, looking around.

The sight that met his eyes was a mountain full of resplendent golden autumn forests, a magnificent autumnal scene.

He took a deep breath.

This late autumn, Linlu Academy seemed unlikely to be peaceful.

And Zhao Rong also had to descend the mountain bathed in autumn hues...

At this moment, on the corridor.

Zhao Qian’er looked around and tugged at Zhao Rong’s hem, "Brother Rong’er, there are so many books here."

Zhao Rong was casually flipping through a book and responded without lifting his head, "Mhm."

Zhao Qian’er was itching to try something, "Then if someone set a fire, wouldn’t it burn for a year and a half!"

Zhao Rong’s right eyelid twitched, and he instantly turned his head back, pressing her small head, which was combed into an adorable fairy-like hairstyle, with a serious expression, "Promise me, no mischief here."

He paused, as if thinking of something, and added, "Especially with the Lifebound Flying Sword, stupidly crashing into the book tower."

Zhao Qian’er’s eyes lit up, and she pointed toward the top of the mountain, "Brother Rong’er, has someone really crashed a flying sword into that tower?"

Zhao Rong nodded and temptingly said, "Mhm, do you want me to introduce you, let you meet her?"

Zhao Qian’er nodded eagerly like a pecking chick, "Yes, yes, please."

Zhao Rong smiled, "Alright, next time I’ll let you meet Li Xueyou, she..."

"Li Xueyou?" Zhao Qian’er heard it was a woman’s name, her face turned stern, interrupting, "Brother Rong’er, I don’t think there’s anything to brag about crashing into a book tower, it’s stupid, why meet her? You... you’re not familiar with her, um, she better not be another weirdo."

Zhao Rong did not comment but turned back and continued climbing.

Zhao Qian’er worried for a while, then silently followed behind, occasionally pulling at Zhao Rong’s hem.

Zhao Rong helplessly said in a serious tone, "Don’t worry, she’s not a weirdo, don’t overthink it."

Zhao Qian’er instantly beamed with joy but denied it aloud, "Where am I overthinking? Qian’er didn’t even speak."

Zhao Rong laughed, amused, and gently ruffled her little head.

The little girl’s mood was like a plum rain season, clearing up right after the rain, becoming happy again.

"Brother Rong’er, just one more little question, and I absolutely won’t ask again," Zhao Qian’er said.

Zhao Rong, without looking back, said, "What question?"

Zhao Qian’er asked seriously, "If Miss and I were to fall into the water at the same time, who would you save first?"

Zhao Rong: "..."

He thought for a moment and replied cheekily, "Alright, you’ve asked, and I don’t know either. Besides, I surely wouldn’t be able to deal with water that could drown you two. No more questions allowed."

After a while.

Zhao Rong and Zhao Qian’er arrived outside the book tower.

He looked up at the nine-story dangerous tower and turned to instruct Zhao Qian’er to wait outside.

Because entering the book tower required a pass, and she didn’t have one.

Zhao Rong entered the tower alone, approached the book tower steward, and directly asked, "May I ask if Yang Wuwei, Brother Yang, is in the tower?"

The middle-aged steward’s face moved slightly, and he asked with a gentle tone, "May I ask who you are?"

Zhao Rong performed a salute and said, "I am Zhao Ziyu from the Shuaixing Hall at Mochi Academy."

The middle-aged steward nodded with a smile, "So, it’s Young Master Zhao, Brother Yang had informed us long ago if you come to look for him, we should directly take you to the seventh floor. Please follow me."

Zhao Rong nodded and, holding his sleeves, followed behind the middle-aged steward.

On the way, Zhao Rong curiously observed and found that each floor of the book tower was an independent entity, with corresponding stairways at the first floor.

It wasn’t a single staircase going straight to the ninth floor.

Therefore, the stairways of the first few floors had the highest traffic, and there were almost no people at the stairways corresponding to the floors after the fifth floor.

Thus, when Zhao Rong followed the steward to enter the stairs leading to the seventh floor, he immediately attracted many gazes.

Zhao Rong ascended the stairs and, in no time, reached the seventh floor.

He was led by the middle-aged steward to a warm pavilion at the edge of this floor, where the steward raised his hand and lightly knocked thrice on the door.

"Please come in."

A calm and mellow, magnetic voice came from inside.

The middle-aged steward stepped back.

Zhao Rong straightened his attire, pushed the door open, and entered.

After many days, he had come to attend this invitation on the seventh floor...

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