"Brother Zhao, this is the door key. The key to your house is on the table inside."

Zhao Rong looked at Jia Tengying, but Jia Tengying was facing him, with his back to the south room. The lights in the south room were shining, and Zhao Rong could not see Jia Tengying's expression clearly.

He took the key, glanced down, and just as he was about to speak, Jia Tengying immediately turned around, walked quickly to the door, locked the courtyard door, and returned to the house.

It seemed like he kept his head down all the way.

Zhao Rong stood in the vegetable garden, looked around, and then returned to the house.

Zhao Rong lit a candle in front of his desk.

An empty dark room is illuminated by a single light.

He looked around at the spacious room, thinking that he would add some items later to make it smell more like fireworks.

This is where Zhao Rong will often study, sleep, and practice in the next year.

He looked out the window at the vegetable garden and the lighted house opposite.

After Zhao Rong tidied up, he came to the desk, bent down to fill up the oil lamp, and immediately sat down. He breathed out lightly, took out a thick book, looked for the folded leaves, opened it, and lowered his head.

I read it carefully and attentively, no longer lazy and perfunctory like I did in the afternoon music and art class.

This is a Confucian classic called "Erya", one of the Thirteen Confucian Classics.

Zhao Rong was going to chew the Thirteen Confucian Classics carefully ten times before talking about it.

I will not practice today because Zhao Rong is currently attacking the Fuyao Realm. However, the little red snake that gathers between the meridians in the body will weaken a lot after impacting the blocked meridians and causing them to expand slightly.

, he needs to rest for a few days to recover some of his innate energy before continuing to attack.

Zhao Rong currently plans to attack once every three days. The remaining time when he is not practicing is spent on reading...

The lamp on the desk was burning silently.

The night passed quietly, and apart from the occasional crackling sound of the flames, there was only the sound of turning books.

The moon outside the window slowly climbed to the top and then gradually set.

The wick of the oil lamp burned out several times and was replaced by a slender hand turning the pages of a book.

Finally, when the wick burned out for the fifth time, Zhao Rong stopped changing it because the skylight falling from the window onto the desk was already getting brighter.

Outside the house, insects chirped everywhere.

In front of the desk, Zhao Rong folded the corners of his book, closed the Confucian classics, leaned back and stretched hard.

He stood up grinning.

With Zhao Rong currently able to operate Xiao Zhoutian's Zhenyi Stage martial arts cultivation, it wouldn't be much of a hindrance if he didn't sleep for a day or two.

He washed his face, picked up the unfinished "Erya" and went out to read in the morning.

It was still early in the morning, the genius was slightly bright, and the Nanxuan school building was quiet. The only sound of Zhao Rong's creaking door made it seem like there was a lot of movement.

When he passed the vegetable field in the yard, he stopped and looked around, and saw a clump of mixed flowers growing everywhere on the east side of the yard.

Zhao Rong went out and took a walk by a lake while reading...

When Zhao Rong returned.

He pushed open the courtyard door and found that Jia Tengying was squatting on a vegetable plot in the courtyard, lowering his head and playing with something. But at this moment, when he saw him coming back, Jia Tengying lowered his head and fiddled with the vegetable plot in silence.

The road back to the house happened to pass by him.

Zhao Rong walked towards the house.

Seeing this, Jia Tengying quickly moved the vegetables picked on the road, for fear of blocking Zhao Rong's road.

After he clumsily cleaned up the vegetables that Zhao Rong had left on his way back to the house, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, in the peripheral vision, a pair of feet stopped suddenly.

Zhao Rong squatted down next to Jia Tengying and reached out to pick up a green cucumber among the pile of vegetables.

He took a bite, chewed it, and said with a smile: "Brother Teng Ying, what is the name of our small courtyard? Is it really called Caiyuan Xiaozhu?"

"East, Dongli Xiaozhu."
Chapter completed!