The clouds and mists have dispersed, and everyone knows that I love you.

Shi Rong curved the corners of his beautiful lips.

"You blame him for being unkind, but I think he has a point. I shouldn't bother others with my own affairs."

"No! Yan'er..."

Standing up, Shi Rong walked around the people standing behind him, and also walked around Shi Yang who was coming towards him.

After gathering up the scattered bedding on the floor, Shi Rong created an intricately carved floor table and several thickened Suzhou embroidery cushions with his bare hands.

She took one and sat down, then waved over the salt crystal water that Chu Yu and others had mixed in advance and dispensed it into several medium-sized pull-out spray bottles.

"The plan is cancelled. Wait, you guys stay here and rest while I go alone.

When Du Wu and I went out, I thought of a way to quickly improve my skills. Now that it's ready, I want to try it.

I know everyone has been working hard recently, and I don’t know how to thank you enough.

When I return safely, I'll invite you back to Dongcheng for dinner."

Shi Rong's heart is as calm as still water, without any ripples, and this is the temperament that scares Shi Yang the most.

Shouldn't she be jumping around and talking back to me like she used to?

He rushed to Shi Rong regardless of anything, pulled her delicate shoulders and asked her to look at him.

"No, Rong'er, I didn't mean that. Believe me..."

"I've always believed in you."

Shi Rong remained calm, interrupted him before he finished speaking, and pulled open his arms that were hugging her.

"I don't blame you, I just blame myself for not living up to my expectations. I'm surrounded by people who pamper and spoil me.

After going back and forth so many times, I almost forgot the way I came.

From now on, I will do my own things and take responsibility for my own life."

Shi Rong picked up a thin brush at hand, dipped it in cinnabar juice, and wrote a string of incomprehensible foreign characters on a piece of paper of appropriate length.

Then wrap it around the edge of the spray bottle and seal it tightly.

Shi Yang forced himself to calm down. He knew very well that now was not the time to allow Shi Rong to be angry with him.

"Her, don't be like this. It's my fault for saying things I shouldn't have. As long as you're happy, you can treat me however you want.

But the plan to attack the lair of the braided ghost cannot be cancelled, and we cannot just watch you go there alone without doing anything.

I have never thought you were a burden. Even if I did, it was because I thought I was stupid and couldn't keep up with your swift and decisive pace.

I admit that I was filled with resentment when you left without a word, and King Ao had always coveted you.

You suddenly disappeared, and I couldn't think of anything else except that I thought you were kidnapped by him.

I know you are so anxious to get treatment because you are thinking about me, but compared to that, I want you to be safe and sound more.

Yong'er, now is not the time to be angry. Once we work together to eliminate King Ao and Bian Gui according to the plan, you can do whatever you want to me, really.

Let's put aside the past and get through this, okay?"

Shi Rong glanced at him indifferently.

"I said, I'm not being mad at anyone.

You should let me try out my new skills, right? Otherwise, all my complaints tonight will be for nothing.

If it doesn't work, it won't be too late to act according to the plan then, what do you think?"

Shi Yang had nothing to say. After all, she was the one who repaid her kindness with resentment.

Ignoring his gloomy expression, Shi Rong lowered his head to look at his watch.

"It's 2:40 now, I will act two hours earlier than originally planned.

If I fail, I will contact you in time via Bluetooth headset to help with the rescue."

Just as Huo Jiuzhou and the other three were about to say something, Du Wu quickly came up to Shi Rong and got there first.

"If you're really worried about Xiao Rong going alone, why not take me with you?

Now that the spiritual power in you and I has been qualitatively improved, we can merge with each other and use it together.

How about we practice a set of ancient sword techniques together, just in case?"

As he spoke, Du Wu reached out and took the salt crystal water that Shi Rong had not yet finished filling and handed it to Xie Yixiu, Bo Fan and Bian Fei.

He then signaled Pei Yanche and the other two to come forward to help.

"Please be so kind as to fill these spray bottles with the remaining salt crystal water.

As for the cinnabar talisman paper used to seal the mouth, Yi Xiu can draw it."

They nodded frequently and agreed happily.

"Okay, okay, no problem~"

Even though Du Wu blamed Shi Yang, he thought that it was not easy for him to take care of Shi Rong alone for so many years.

He raised his hand and poked the man's stiff shoulder.

"Shi Yang, on the way back from school, Shi Xiaorong said he was hungry.

How about you go with Mr. Huo and help make some midnight snacks?

Just tell me what ingredients you need."

Knowing that Du Wu was trying to give him a way out, Shi Yang responded quickly.

"Okay, no trouble, we'll go right away."

When the two men stood up and left, Shi Rong glared at him unhappily.

"Who's hungry? I didn't say."

Du Wu wanted to cry but had no tears.

"I'm hungry, okay?"

I don’t know who it was, but I was doing that with him and my stomach was growling.

He was so anxious that he almost had a shadow, and his waist was almost broken from exhaustion...

Du Wu took out a homemade sword manual from his backpack and placed it in front of Shi Rong.

"Hmm~ Open it and take a look. I believe that with your intelligence and swordsmanship, you are very capable.

It doesn’t take much, just read it two or three times and you’ll understand it.”

Shi Rong picked up the so-called "Sword Manual" from Du Wu's mouth with both hands and looked left and right.

Isn't this just a stack of large white paper, cut into squares, and then stapled together?

There wasn't even a cover. After opening it and taking a look, Shi Rong was even more speechless.

"Du Wu, you call this a sword manual?

Isn't this just a pair of stick figures fighting with two sticks that you casually drew with a ballpoint pen?

Who are you fooling?"

What a departure!

"Hahahaha~"

Shi Rong's merciless complaint made Chu Yu, Shen Mingxing and the other six people who had nothing to do laugh so hard that they doubled over.

Tsk!

Du Wu’s old face turned red.

"Look... why did you choose it? Isn't this the sword manual I created?

I lost the original manuscript, so I drew this now.

I don’t have the talent for drawing, so I can only use simple strokes instead…as long as you can understand it, it’s fine.”

Du Wu pointed at the straight lines in the little man's hand and looked at her with grievance.

"Besides, this doesn't look like a stick at all, it's clearly a sword..."

Shi Rong couldn't help but twitch his speechless mouth.

"Brother, do you have any misunderstandings about stick figures? You've made it so simple, who can understand it?

You'd better speak with your mouth, don't make it difficult for me..."

"Hahahahaha!"

Song Qianchen took the sword manual from Shi Rong's hand curiously, took a look at it, and immediately laughed out loud.

"Baby, how about I add a few more strokes to it? Maybe if I make it more detailed, you'll understand it better."

Shi Rong thought about it and decided it was a good idea, so he found a sharpened carbon pen and gave it to Song Qianchen.

Du Wu pouted, knowing that his painting skills were not satisfactory, and did not dare to say a word.

I could only watch silently as Song Qianchen wrote with divine power, emphasizing and thickening the body lines of each pair of matchstick figures and drawing vivid shadows.

Then add auxiliary dotted lines that rise or fall to represent the sword's movement.