i have a sword fairy

After Lin Wenruo made a sound, the fat Taoist Chen Hongyuan showed surprise in his eyes, his breathing was a little short, and the fat on his face trembled slightly. At this time, seeing a fact that he couldn't believe was already in front of him, he gasped thinly. dare not speak loudly.

The fat Taoist narrowed his eyes, tucked the whisk he had been holding to his armpit at will, turned around quietly, raised his legs and turned his head. Seeing that the man over there was still chatting and laughing, he changed his breath lightly, turned his back and walked. He walked out of the pavilion lightly and never looked back.

Mr. Qingxi gritted his teeth and tightened his cheeks. He didn't lose his clothes today, but his cheeks were thinner, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was hysterical.

What two idiots!idiot!What do you say is not good, but you want to say Lin Wenruo! ?Well now, we're all going to die if we get a glimpse of him!

When he thought of what Lin Wenruo had done in the rumors, the old man could not wait to kill his companion and the fat Taoist with his tail.

Who is Lin Wenruo?The No. [-] noble clan of Zhongnan, the current head of the Lanxi Lin clan, if Chongxuguan is the leader of Zhongnan’s Taoism, then Lanxi Lin is the leader of Zhongnan’s Confucianism!Every patriarch is the leader of the literary world and the prime minister of the court in Zhongnan Kingdom, whether it is open or secret.

Some people laughed and said, how does the monarch of Zhongnan govern the country?A Lan Taoist, a Lin Rusheng.

The former is the master of Chongxuguan, and he has also served as the national teacher of Zhongnan.The latter is the head of the Lanxi Lin clan, and his status in Zhongnan is second only to the national teacher and the monarch.

Mr. Qingxi secretly complained in his heart.Although he is somewhat famous in the circle of celebrities in Luojing, he is nothing if placed in front of the Lanxi Lin Clan. Even the most famous Zhongnan Celebrity, for the Lanxi Lin Clan, he is a dispensable little character. .

The battle between the two big men, Qingjingzi and Lin Wenruo, you two idiots are talking about shit!Now that the debate between Confucianism and Taoism has not started, Luojing is seeing Taoist priests and Confucian officials being raided and exterminated every day. Now, as long as you are affected by the storm of this struggle, it is a big dead word. As a result, you all touched the butt of a tiger here. !

In fact, Li Shiqian and Chen Hongyuan can't be blamed entirely for this. After all, the two of them never imagined that they could meet the righteous master in a matter that is currently being hotly debated in a pavilion outside Luojing with few tourists.

Moreover, Zhongnan never forbids the citizens to discuss the state affairs, so it is very popular to talk freely. Even ordinary women who wash and cook at home can talk behind their backs and say how the monarch is doing.

However, that is based on knowing that the other party is a big man and can't hear his own words.

Of course it's fine to scold Lin Wenruo behind his back, because everyone does it, but now that you're scolding in front of others, you can only respect you for being a man.

Mr. Qingxi sighed endlessly, standing in the same place and did not dare to move at all, for fear of attracting that person's attention. A little comfort, it seems that I am not the worst.

Wait, the old man didn't seem to say anything bad about Lin Wenruo just now, it seems that these two idiots said it!

Mr. Qingxi was overjoyed, completely forgetting that although he didn't speak just now, he nodded in agreement with a cold face.

It happened at this moment that he saw the fat Taoist priest who claimed to be pressing Lin Wenruo's dog's head face to face, who was closer to the door, was quietly running away. At first, his steps were steady and even, but as he went on, his steps became faster and he ran away in the end. run down the mountain...

The old man with the stag tail in his hand drew a scoop according to the gourd, lightly on his feet, pretending not to know his companion, and slipped away with oil on the soles of his feet.

Li Shiqian heard the slight movement behind him, his face paled and he turned around to see that the other two had already slipped away.

When the old man saw his companions coming behind him, he was so frightened that all the souls of the dead died, for fear of being implicated by him, he ran away, and the two of you chased me, stumbled down the mountain, and stumbled all the way.

And not long after they left, when they left the direction, a black-clothed warrior walked in stride.

The black-clothed warrior stopped in front of the pavilion, bowed his head in the pavilion and gave a salute, then glanced at Liu Sanbian, and stood behind the door, motionless.

Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze from outside the pavilion.

"Brother Ziyu, don't bother." Lin Wenruo's smile remained unchanged.

"Thousands of gold are easy to obtain, but bosom friends are hard to find. Please listen to Qing Chi and play another song."

After saying that, Lin Wenruo reached out his hand, grabbed Zhao Rong's wrist lightly through his sleeve, turned and dragged him to the guqin.

"This song was obtained from a fisherman. At that time, Qingchi and his classmates from the academy traveled to a small country in the east. Passing an ancient ferry with no name, boating on the river, the sunset was lonely. When he saw the fisherman singing drunk, he and his classmates wrote this song together. ", it's a pity that my classmate and best friend can't come anymore..."

"But I'm fortunate to meet Brother Ziyu today."

Zhao Rong's complexion changed. He never expected that he would grab hands. Although he knew that some Confucian scholars had a hobby of shaking hands with friends, he never thought that he would encounter one when he was caught off guard.

Zhao Rong struggled secretly, but was surprised to find that Lin Wenruo didn't seem to be holding tightly, and he didn't have the slightest pain, but he couldn't break free.

Zhao Rong turned his head while struggling, and saw that Su Xiaoxiao was opening his mouth slightly, looking at his "held" hand with surprise, and then he seemed to have opened the door to a new world, with a stunned expression.

Hey, what's your expression like?

Liu Sanbian looked at him inquiringly.

Zhao Rong hesitated and shook his head, then turned around and said, "Brother Wen Ruo, Xiaosheng is stupid and doesn't understand the rhythm of the piano, so let's forget it."

"Brother Ziyu, don't be humble, how can a Confucian scholar not understand the rhythm, if you are not very proficient, you should listen to music more."

"Then can Brother Wenruo let go of the younger brother's hand first?"

"It turns out that Brother Ziyu cares about this, it's Qing Chi Meng Lang." Lin Wenruo suddenly let go, with an apologetic tone.

"It's okay." Zhao Rong retracted his hand, his eyes stayed on his face for a while, then turned to look outside the Drunkard Pavilion with a calm expression.

He said casually, "Brother Wen Ruo came to me specifically."

The top of the mountain where the Drunkard Pavilion is located is quite high. At this time, the sky is covered with white clouds, and the mountain wind is like a wild horse with reins, breaking in from all directions and struggling in the pavilion.

Zhao Rong's sleeves are full of mountain wind, and his clothes are flying.

Lin Wenruo, who was facing Zhao Rong with his back, surprisingly did not have a single sleeve raised.

Hearing that, he stopped, and after a moment of silence, he continued to walk to the qin, stretched out his right hand and stroked the slightly fragrant paulownia body of the guqin.

The warm voice came lingering on the wind.

"Yes, I'm here to apologize to Brother Ziyu."

"Why do you apologize."

The eight-foot-tall man next to Qin turned around, facing Zhao Rong, and sighed slightly.

"I'm not strict with my brother."

He stretched out an index finger, hooked it lightly, and a piano sounded.

Outside the pavilion, the black-clothed warrior who was looking out for the wind stepped away, and after a while he brought back the two of them.

In front is a young man in a purple robe.

An old man in gray was trailing behind him.

As he approached, Zhao Rong's eyes narrowed.

The warriors in black stayed outside the pavilion, and the two newcomers entered the pavilion.

"Master." The gray-clothed old man bowed his head and saluted.

Lin Wenruo nodded lightly, and then looked at the purple-robed man who had been bowing his head since he came in.

Lin Qingxuan was silent for a while and squeezed out a word.

"elder brother."

Lin Wenruo turned her head away, not wanting to look at him again, her face was indifferent.

"Brother Ziyu, I never imagined that after I went to the academy, this beast has done so many things that are inferior to beasts. As soon as I came back, this beast hid again, and as a result, I should never have offended you at Longquandu. You." Lin Wenruo said this, her voice suddenly louder.

"Beast talk!"

The purple-robed man shuddered when he heard the words, and his voice trembled. "Young Master Zhao, I'm sorry."

"anything else."

The purple-robed man clenched his fist and lowered his head. "I have no eyes, I offended the son, please forgive me."

"louder."

The purple-robed man was silent for a while, his fists trembled, his voice hoarse, and he shouted repeatedly. "I'm blind, offended..."

"Your Majesty!"

The air was shattered like a silver mirror.

The words were suddenly interrupted by a shout.

The bowed man stopped abruptly.

His fists dissipated, and he suddenly raised his head, his nose flapped, his eyes wide open, and he nailed the tall, eight-foot tall man standing beside the piano. "I don't kneel! What qualifications do you have to make me kneel, Lin Qingchi?"

"You are a lunatic! Use the entire Lanxi Lin family as a weight to go to his mother's gamble! Just for your ridiculous delusion like the father of a dead ghost?"

Tears dripped from his chin, roaring hysterically one after another.

"You don't deserve the surname Lin, you don't deserve Sister Yuqing, you don't deserve me to kneel! You don't deserve it! You don't deserve it! You don't deserve it!"

"You do not deserve!"

You don't deserve to tear his throat out of his mouth.

The slender man next to the guqin stiffened, his right shoulder slumped down slightly, his five slender fingers were hooked on the lyre, and the blue veins on the back of his white hands burst out, twisted and knotted.

next moment.

The mountain wind in the pavilion suddenly stopped, and there was no sound of wind outside the pavilion. This gust of wind over the mountains seemed to be taken into the sleeves of the big sleeves fairy, and the world was settled!

"Zheng!" A chorus sounded.

The purple-robed man who was roaring in his mouth was suddenly strangled by something, and five fingerprints were outlined on his neck, and he could only make a whimper, like a worn-out hand-operated hair dryer.He put his hands around his neck, trying to regain the right to speak, but to no avail.

"Zheng!Zheng!" The two strings broke and came again.

"Bang! Bang!" The pampered man in the purple robe staggered left and right, his knees hitting the ground.

"Zheng!Zheng!Zheng!"Three chords were broken one after another.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!" Crisp slaps sounded one after another, and the purple-robed man's face swung three times in a row, and when he looked again, it was already purple, red and white, and he was so bloated that he couldn't make out his appearance.

However, there were still a pair of blood-red eyes staring at the tall man standing next to the qin in the pavilion.

"Look again."

It was a very calm voice, just as warm as Zhao Rong had just heard him speak for the first time.

On the last string, a finger drops a red bead on the tip of the finger.

"Zheng!"

String breaks.

The purple-robed figure in the center of the pavilion fell down.

Blood eyes converge.

Chapter 44 Fun

The dark clouds that had been brewing all afternoon finally overflowed with rain.

next second.

Collision with the whole world, the world is instantly filled with the sound of rain.

In the north of Luojing City, on the official road back to the city, a group of black-clothed guards guarded three carriages like stars holding the moon.

There was only the sound of rain and the sound of wheels on the road. The hundreds of warriors were silent, walking in the rain, covered in dew and no response.

Zhao Rong retracted his gaze, lowered the curtains of the car, and looked at the only person in the car besides him.

"Yu Linwei, Lin's private army, was built by my great-grandfather."

Lin Wenruo's slender right hand squeezed a small silver spoon lightly, adding spices to an incense burner whose top was carved into a hollow rockery.

"I was still curious when I was young, why would the Lanxi Lin family, who is full of poetry and literature, want this stuff."

Lin Wenruo finished adding Chenxiang, put down her work, picked up a piece of silk and wiped her hands, looked at Zhao Rong, and chuckled lightly. "I didn't expect it to be used in my hands, Lin Qingchi."

Zhao Rong nodded, lightly inhaling the mellow and cool fragrance, smelling the meridians and blood flowing a little faster in his body, he couldn't help but take a few deep breaths, refreshing his heart.

What happened in the Drunkard Pavilion just now, Zhao Rong was covering his sleeves from the beginning to the end, watching indifferently without saying anything.

Later, the three of Zhao Rong were about to leave and set off, but they were "stopped in every way" by Lin Wenruo. He pulled Zhao Rong's sleeve sincerely and said that brother Ziyu should not be ruthless. Brother Yu, you must make a good compensation, and I implore Brother Ziyu to move to the poor house, don't delay.

Zhao Rong pulled back his sleeves with no expression, and reluctantly shied away several times, but it did not dampen Lin Wenruo's enthusiasm.

Later, Lin Wenruo said that it was going to rain heavily on this day, and it was very inconvenient to travel. It was better to go to his house for a rest. When the weather was clear, he sent someone to take his group out of Zhongnan, and take some shortcuts that only local people know. It must be able to fumble faster than his own group.

Zhao Rong hesitated for a while, then asked the other two for their opinions.

Liu Sanbian said it didn't matter, let him decide.Su Xiaoxiao had an "I understand" expression, and said seriously that she would never be as good as the bad guys in the book, telling them to ignore the worldly vision and the gossip of others, and boldly pursue it. Love……

Zhao Rong rewarded her with an afternoon dessert without saying a word, and it is estimated that this will be rubbing her red forehead in the carriage behind.

"Brother Wen Ruo doesn't have to be like this."

"Tzuyu, please don't plead for him, that bastard is in debt." Lin Wenruo sighed. "My father passed away early. I haven't been here for these years, and my mother doesn't care about him. Now he has a bad habit, and people hate dogs. The farce just now made Ziyu laugh."

Zhao Rong looked at his expression, a little helpless.

You know I didn't say that.

But he can only play stupid with him and ignore this topic.

Anyway, I waited for the rain to stop, so I left as soon as possible and left this place of right and wrong.