The woman smiled softly.

Zhao Rong looked back.

The first thing that catches your eye is a pair of smart and charming almond eyes.

Somewhat familiar.

"Exactly, are you... Senior Sister Ning of Qing... Lingfei?"

Zhao Rong ignored Gui again, but quickly looked at this beautiful woman in red clothes, red shoes and lotus face, and suddenly spoke.

Ning Ying smiled softly and nodded: "Well, the little girl's surname is Ning, which means Ying. She used to be a student of Xiaoyao Mansion in Taiqing, but she has left now."

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes as bright as paint, staring at this bookish young Confucian scholar with bright eyes.

"Master Zhao, still remember me?"

Remember, why don't you remember, when you were actually walking along the river in Lidu, you "raised your head" in the water and almost scared me to death. How could you forget those bloody eyes?

Zhao Rong complained in his heart, but he smiled politely:

"That day at the foot of Youshan Mountain, Senior Sister Ning was with my Concubine Ling. Later, she also helped me. How could I forget? Senior Sister Ning, on the other hand..."

His eyes calmly swept around the few pedestrians.

Some are not sure why Qingjun's senior sister appeared here in the middle of the night.

After Zhao Rong paused, he continued to smile and said: "I heard from my concubine Ling that, senior sister, you are a high-ranking sect in the Xinran sect of Beidi. You have no time to work on the sundial and pursue the path of immortality. I didn't expect that you still remember me..."

Ning Ying smiled and shook her head, "Master Zhao, please don't make fun of the little girl. What you mean by 'high status' is just asking others to give you a pure place to practice. You still have to do things for others and look up to others, but the disputes on this mountain are really tiring...

Forget it, let’s not talk about it. Mr. Zhao, your heroic actions that day at the foot of Youshan Mountain were very unforgettable for this little girl.”

Zhao Rong smiled and did not answer.

He then asked curiously: "Senior sister, why are you here so late?"

Ning Ying looked around: "I happened to be in the city and wanted to go back to my house to take a look. I've been away for a long time."

Zhao Rong nodded.

Ning Ying suddenly raised her eyes and looked at the giant monument behind Zhao Rong, "Did Mr. Zhao just look at that name?"

She pointed somewhere.

Zhao Rong glanced and nodded.

Ning Ying smiled, "Senior Zhao is the youngest graduate in the history of Wangque Taiqing Mansion. He graduated more than 6,000 years ago..."

Zhao Rong's eyes narrowed.

Gui Xiang knew what he was thinking and interjected: "It's almost impossible. Even the seventh level demon cultivator does not have such a long life. Even if it is higher than the seventh level and is half the legendary level, it cannot reach this level."

Most of the longevity sources are just the same name."

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows.

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