Zhao Rong was wondering how to let the Taoist priests of the Shangqing Sect in Maoshan teach him martial arts, but he also knew that it would be no easy task to get these old Taoists to agree.

"This little Taoist priest, how could the Taoist priests of the Shangqing Sect be in Xuanzhen Temple?" The so-called "knowing yourself and your enemy" can lead to a hundred battles. Zhao Rong felt that if you want the Taoist priests of the Shangqing Sect to teach martial arts, you must first understand the details of these people.

"My little master, Xiaodao dare not be called a Taoist priest. Xiaodao is called Shoujing!"

The little Taoist priest guarded the Jingsheng's heaven, with a full pavilion, a square pavilion, bright eyes and white teeth. He only heard him say, "The several Taoist priests of the Shangqing Sect were ordered by Zhenyang, the head of the Shangqing Sect, to come to Xuanzhen Temple to welcome the clothes and seals left by Qixia, the 19th generation head of the Shangqing Sect. Because the auspicious day was still early, the Taoist priests stayed in Xuanzhen Temple!"

After the little Taoist priest Shoujing said this, Zhao Rong understood that the Maoshan Shangqing Sect actually had such a deep connection with Xuanzhen Temple.

Thinking of this, Zhao Rong began to think about learning martial arts. He didn't know anything else, but he had heard of the name of the Shangqing School of Maoshan even in his previous life.

It is precisely because the Maoshan Shangqing School is famous that Zhao Rong is even more convinced that the Shangqing School’s martial arts are super powerful. With what he saw with his own eyes just now, Zhao Rong could no longer hold back his mind and wished he could immediately find Taoist priests from Shangqing School to learn from their masters!

But before Zhao Rong came to the door rashly, Zhao Zhen sent his entourage to ask him to return home. Zhao Rong felt disappointed in an instant. But when he thought that he had hurry to become a disciple, he probably wouldn't be able to teach the Taoist priests of the Shangqing Sect would not be able to teach, so he held back his anxious heart and planned to find another time after his right arm injury was healed, and then come to Xuanzhen Temple to learn martial arts!

Zhao Rong followed Zhao Zhen's entourage back to the small courtyard where the alchemy room was, bowed and said goodbye to his grandfather Zhao Jing, and then his father glared at him to feel uncomfortable all over!

Seeing Zhao Zhen’s appearance, Zhao Rong guessed that Zhao Zhen must have been criticized by Zhao Jing. Seeing that his father was defeated, Zhao Rong’s discomfort immediately subsided!

After saluting and saying goodbye to his grandfather Zhao Jing, Zhao Rong followed Zhao Zhen to return to Ningguo Duke's Mansion on the way. Because he had seen everything he should have seen and had seen, so when he went back, Zhao Rong almost fell asleep!

When he returned to the mansion, Zhao Rong was too lazy to say more to Zhao Zhen, so he went back to Tianxiang Tower. Zhao Zhen was both annoyed and angry when he saw his son like this. However, thinking of Zhao Jing's words in Xuanzhen Temple, Zhao Zhen sighed deeply again. It was not until Zhao Rong was about to walk out of sight that Zhao Zhen said to Zhao Rong's back, "When you heal, I will ask someone to find something for you for my father!"

Although his tone was helpless, he was extremely firm!

Zhao Rong paused, but soon, he pretended not to hear, and continued to walk his own way. After he was sure to leave Zhao Zhen's vision, Zhao Rong stopped and sighed, "It seems that my idle life is coming to an end, but why is my father so anxious and arranged an errand for me? Could it be that my grandfather said something?"

Thinking of the abnormality of grandfather Zhao Jing and the silence and seriousness of his father Zhao Zhen when he came back, Zhao Rong felt more and more that there must be something wrong with these father and son!

However, based on guessing alone, it seems too arbitrary to determine what Zhao Jing and Zhao Zhen think. Zhao Rong is just a time traveler, but not a god. So in the face of increasingly unpredictable family affairs, Zhao Rong decided to put it aside for the time being, because if Zhao Jing and Zhao Zhen really had any secrets, I believe that water dripping through the stone will always surface.

When Zhao Rong returned to Tianxianglou courtyard, he saw Matcha waiting for him. Seeing the little girl waiting for sweat, Zhao Rong immediately joked, "Oh, our little Matcha is looking forward to whom we are waiting for, haha!"

"Young Master!"

Matcha was originally full of joy when he saw Zhao Rong, but when Zhao Rong joked, she immediately stamped her feet and said shyly, "Young Master, if you tease Cha'er like this, Cha'er will ignore you!"

"Okay, okay, it's all my fault for the young master!"

Zhao Rong put away the joke, walked to Matcha, took out a brocade pat to wipe off her sweat stains, and then said half-blamely, "I'm not allowed to stand under the sun and wait for me next time!"

"Young Master, I..."

Zhao Rong's sudden gentleness and considerate instantly made Xiao Matcha dizzy, and even the complaints he had towards Zhao Rong a few days ago disappeared immediately. There was only one voice in Matcha's heart at this moment, that is, "So, the young master is still considerate to Cha'er!"

Zhao Rong didn't know that his actions had misunderstood Xiao Matcha. He looked at the attic that there seemed to be no one in it, so he asked Matcha, "Is Young Grandma there?"

Matcha responded, "At noon, the old lady from the next house sent someone to invite her, and the young lady followed her to watch and help her. When the young lady left, she said, "I asked the young master to go there early. By the way, the young lady cut a piece of clothes for the young master and asked the young master to wear new clothes to go to the banquet at night!"

"New clothes?"

Zhao Rong was surprised and happy when he heard Matcha say a bunch of beans. However, he didn't expect that Qin Keqing would cut his clothes for himself.

"But I don't know if it fits well!"

Zhao Rong thought to himself that Qin Keqing didn't know her size and shape, and she didn't know whether the clothes she cut were fit. However, thinking that Qin Keqing's heart was all about, Zhao Rong asked Matcha to find clothes. After returning to Dongnuan Pavilion, she immediately put them on her body to measure.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t wear it, but once you wear it, Zhao Rong was shocked!

The clothes cut by Qin Keqing not only fit the size, but also the exquisite selection of materials and the delicate workmanship made Zhao Rong feel extremely satisfied.

Facing the bronze mirror, Zhao Rong saw the beautiful eyebrows, delicate figure, and handsome self in the mirror, and couldn't help but exclaim in secret. Not to mention anything else, the skin left by his predecessor was one in a thousand. Even if it was placed in later generations, he could be called a male god!

Coupled with the brocade and jade belt cut by Qin Keqing himself, the image of a noble child appeared in the bronze mirror. Zhao Rong, who was so handsome, began to fall in love with him. The little maid Matcha behind him was even more fascinated by this handsome and handsome look.
Chapter completed!