i have a sword fairy

Zhao Rong suddenly opened his eyes wide and suddenly realized, his eyes showed incredible color.

Lin Wenruo saw that Zhao Rong's eyes were suddenly strange, a little puzzled, and hooked his fingers again. Seeing that Zhao Rong's eyes were even more strange, he couldn't help but say: "I'm asking you to come closer. It's better to keep quiet about this kind of secret."

"What Wen Ruo said is very true, it's better to keep your voice down." Zhao Rong pressed his throat, then stretched his body forward and quietly approached.

At this time, if you look from a distance, you can see that there is a handsome scholar in the pavilion whispering in the ear of another ordinary scholar, just after saying a few words, the latter suddenly straightened up and stared at the other person with a stern face.

"That's it?"

"Is that not enough?"

The ordinary Confucian sneered. "I know that Young Master Lin is handsome and extraordinary, but there is no need to show it off in front of my younger brother. This is a unique skill of reincarnation, and my younger brother cannot learn it. In front of Young Master Lin, my younger brother only feels ashamed."

The handsome scholar coughed lightly, still holding up those two fingers, his tone apologetic. "Ziyu, am I joking? Besides, most of the outstanding women now look at the inside. Tzuyu is a gentleman who hides his tools in his body.

The more Zhao Rong listened, the weirder he became. "You still said?"

Lin Wenruo stopped immediately, glanced at Zhao Rong's face, and said sternly: "Actually, there is no trick."

After speaking, he closed a middle finger.

"First, I don't talk about feelings with them. I am a master, and they should obey me."

Then, the index finger was retracted again.

"Secondly, don't we Confucianism advocate that women have three obedience and four virtues? I, Lanxi Lin, belong to a family of poetry and etiquette and govern the family with Confucian etiquette. I don't need to worry about this. But Tzuyu, your thoughts are very strange."

Zhao Rong thought about it for a while, nodded, and realized that he still had a lot of ideas from his previous life left, but he didn't feel that he needed to change it all at once, just let it go.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and sighed with emotion. "I didn't expect that we studying Confucianism would have such benefits."

Lin Wenruo reacted instantly. "Well, you Zhao Ziyu, I thought you were a devoted person, but I didn't expect to be so careless. Now I haven't eaten anything in the bowl, so I just look at the pot."

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm just asking, let's talk about it." Zhao Rong is learning now. "Can the affairs of my generation of Confucian scholars be called Huaxin?"

Lin Wenruo; "..."

There was silence all around, and the night was darker, but the two people in the pavilion had more sex and talked about everything.

From the folk customs far from the rivers and lakes, to the national policy of the high temple.

From the experience of Chengwei in summer, to the interesting things about reading when I was a child.

The cup of light and shadow, the wine wet Luoshan.

Zhao Rong's eyes were drunk and jokingly said: "You are persuading me to get drunk, how about persuading me to get drunk?"

Because Lin Wenruo is a person with a high level of cultivation, it is difficult to get drunk. Hearing the words at this time, he turned his eyes away from a wine glass that had been dumped on the table and turned to Zhao Rong. He saw that his eyes were hazy, but the corner of his mouth was smiling, not sure if he was drunk or not. Awake.

Here, the two met from the drunkard pavilion to the lake heart pavilion.

some words.

One has not spoken, the other has been waiting.

Zhao Rong sighed heavily, put down the jug, and leaned forward with his hands on his knees. "Hey, Lin Wenruo, tell me about it."

Lin Wenruo looked at the drunk and frivolous man in front of her, and was silent for a while. "It's okay, your lady is important, don't delay the business."

"Lin Wenruo, why are you a mother-in-law? If you tell me, just say it. What's so polite? Let's talk about it..." Zhao Rong hiccupped. "Besides, I won't necessarily help you. If it's too dangerous, and I can't even save my own life, then I'll definitely run far away. Even if you send me your dozen or so concubines, I won't help. "

Zhao Rong laughed loudly and said, "Then I can only wait for this son to return after he has completed his studies, and then collect some paper money for you to collect the corpse and burn it."

Zhao Rong raised his voice. "By the way, Lin Wenruo, how many concubines do you have, a dozen or so?"

Lin Wenruo ignored Zhao Rong's nonsense. He glanced outside the pavilion, turned around, and his voice was calm. "In front of the monarch and the [-] people of the country, I and Qingjingzi settled on the debate between Confucianism and Taoism. Counting today, it will be ten days later."

"At that time, the monarch of Zhongnan, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, the people of the city, and countless Zhongnan hermits and monks on the mountain will all watch this debate."

Zhao Rong tilted his head: "What rules?"

Lin Wenruo briefly explained the rules, but he didn't explain everything in detail.

"There are three people on both sides of Confucianism and Taoism, and three debates are held respectively. Each person can only play once. No matter whether they win or lose, they will all go off the court. The side with the most wins in the three games wins. Qingjingzi and I must participate, and the rest of the places are reserved. There are no restrictions. The rules are similar to a clear talk, but there are some changes. Both sides of each debate have no help in the negotiation, and only one person can argue."

Zhao Rong nodded drunkenly.

Due to the special national conditions of Zhongnan, the wind of clear talk prevailed, and the whole country loved clear talk and debate.There is also a set of general procedures for clear talk, which Zhao Rong has a little understanding of.

"I already had candidates, but one of them is no longer available." Lin Wenruo put the luminous wine glass on the table lightly. "Chong Xuguan did it."

Lin Wenruo narrowed her eyes and didn't tell all the reasons why the candidate was leaked. It's over now, it's useless to talk about it, and the matter is extremely tortuous, with all kinds of coincidences and inevitable interspersed, and the blood and rain inside can't be explained in a few words. clearly.

For now, take good care of the present and ensure that the details of the candidates this time will not be leaked before the day of the debate.

Lin Wenruo glanced at Zhao Rong again. "The time was in a hurry, and now there are only ten days left, but there is still one candidate..."

Zhao Rong knew the cause and effect, but he didn't take Lin Wenruo's words at the moment, but continued: "The price, what is the price of this debate between Confucianism and Taoism."

Lin Wenruo said slowly: "This is a gamble. The winner takes everything on the table. Chongxuguan bet on their state religion. If they lose, the Taoist priests will never be able to interfere in the affairs of Zhongnan, Taibai. All the Taoist land at the foot of the mountain will also be handed over to the Lanxi Lin Clan."

"The weights on the gambling table can be added, as long as both parties agree."

Zhao Rong tilted his head and suddenly asked another question: "Why should Chong Xuguan bet with you, ignore you, and move like a mountain, isn't it invincible?"

Lin Wenruo's mouth twitched. "Because I persuaded the monarch. Everyone in the world thought that I persecuted the monarch in the Spring Festival sacrifice, and then settled the debate between Confucianism and Taoism, but they don't know that the monarch has actually endured the illusory view for a long time, but they are afraid of its power. I just handed the monarch a knife, that is me, Lin Qingchi, and the Lanxi Lin family behind me."

"The dispute between Confucianism and Taoism is the best result that the monarch and I can fight for!"

Zhao Rong rubbed his eyes. Although he was only at the Golden Stone Stage of the Heavenly Realm, his physique was slightly stronger than that of ordinary people, and his words just made him sober up a lot, so he slowly calmed down at this moment and stopped talking. What wine talk. "It's too risky."

Zhao Rong let out a sigh of relief and turned to curiosity: "How did you convince the monarch, how did I hear that the monarch likes alchemy, is very close to Chongxuguan, and is even a Taoist priest of Chongxuguan?"

"First of all, before a Taoist priest, he was a monarch. Although I learned dragon slaying, reforming the country and enriching the people will benefit him as a monarch even more. Even if his imperial power is limited by me, after a hundred years, wait for me, Lin Wenruo. No longer, this piece of Jiangshan Sheji, which has been rejuvenated by the new law reform, is still passed down to his descendants, and still belongs to his Zhu family. So about Zhongnan, my interests and his are the same. "

"Secondly, his alchemy cultivation is just for the sake of longevity. Oh, it's just practice. What Qingjingzi can give him, I can give it to Lin Qingchi."

Zhao Rong frowned and said, "You know that the monarch under the mountain cannot enter Haoran, not only because it was written into the "Xuandi Law", but also because the monarch was attacked by the dragon qi and was born in conflict with the spiritual qi and could not lead the spiritual qi into the body. How can you help him find longevity in the world?"

Lin Wenruo smiled lightly. "I just gave him a promise like Qingjingzi. He actually knows that this is impossible, but how can mortals resist the temptation of longevity. Sometimes people only need an excuse and thoughts to live. These are all I have at hand. I can give it to him. Besides, the Confucian scholar's understanding of the Haoran Realm is not much better than that of the Taoist priest? Do you think I gave him more hope, or the Taoist priest gave him more?"

"In the end, even if we lose the battle between Confucianism and Taoism, it doesn't have much impact on him. He is still the king of Zhongnan. Compared with the future in which the mountain on the top of the head is removed, which one to choose, I must not need me to teach him."

Zhao Rong was silent, stared into his eyes and said word by word: "You haven't said, what will happen if you lose, what weight are you putting on the gambling table?"

Lin Wenruo slightly avoided the gaze of the scholar in front of him. "It's nothing, it's just that the Lanxi Lin family moved out of Zhongnan. Ziyu doesn't need to be burdened."

Lin Wenruo looked at Zhao Rong again. "Zhao Ziyu, you don't have to feel any guilt. If you can stay and help me, Qingchi will be grateful; but if you choose to leave, Qingchi will have no complaints."

Lin Wenruo raised his glass and suddenly smiled confidently. "Besides, who am I, Lin Qingchi, I still have some backing hands. Even without Ziyu, I think I have a great chance of winning."

Zhao Rong did not speak, but lowered his eyes slightly, silently looking at the Confucian scholar with a bright smile but lonely eyebrows in front of him, and asked the last question of the night, and it may be the last question in this life for the two of them. question.

"Worth it?"

Lin Wenruo was stunned when she heard the words, and then laughed. "If there is a way in the south, the text is not easy to change!"

Happy men toast to invite.

"It doesn't matter, I don't lose the bright moon, I pour my cup, you can do whatever you want."

A momentary confidant and wine, a tower of smoke and water, and a new statement month are all for the ages.

Chapter 49 送别礼

The room was dark, only the moonlight in front of the window.

The night returner pushed open the door and entered, heading towards the darkroom desk.

A candle suddenly lit up, and the bright yellow candle light opened up a world.

Returning to the night under the lamp without hesitation, just pick up the pen and write with a swipe.

The pen stops, the word is completed, and the light goes out.

The dark room is full of wind.

……

Early in the morning, the sun rises.

Zhao Rong got up early, completed the daily morning practice and morning class, and after eating the breakfast sent by the servant, packed up his things, then carried the bookcase, tied the sword around his waist, and strode out.

Just as he stepped out of the threshold, he suddenly stopped, glanced at the desk in the room, and turned to leave.

On the desk, there was a carefully folded poem paper lying quietly, with a few wisps of breeze lingering, but the poem paper did not move at all.

Zhao Rong came to the outside of Su Xiaoxiaoyuan, shouted a few times, and then waited. After about a quarter of an hour, Su Xiaoxiao jumped out of the door happily with her small bookcase on her back.

Zhao Rong pouted, turned his head and left.

Su Xiaoxiao quickly followed after seeing this. "Wait for me, wait for me."

Zhao Rong didn't look back. "Why are you so slow? Every time you talk for 5 minutes, the result is more than a quarter of an hour."

Su Xiaoxiao said bluntly: "You are not the same, every time you coax me to say that it will take half an hour, but in the end it will be over in less than 5 minutes."

"This son wants to practice peerless magic, how can he have so many skills to fool around with you, a stupid girl who has not grown all the hair?"

Su Xiaoxiao took a few quick steps, looked at Zhao Rong's profile, and tugged at the corner of Zhao Rong's clothes with a hopeful tone. "Well, Zhao Rong, can you take a little longer next time?"

Zhao Rong stern face. "Su Xiaoxiao, you are too greedy!"

The corners of the clothes were ripped off again.

Zhao Rong turned his head to look, it was the look in the eyes of the little fox demon, but then he remembered something, and said angrily: "Look at my mood, every time you make trouble in the middle, you can't cooperate with me? I'm very busy, and I have to travel during the day. , I have to practice in my spare time, and in the end, I have to take time to serve your aunt at night, and you are still making trouble... In other words, how do I know whether the child born by Ying Ning and Wang Ziqi is a human or a demon?"

Paused. "Can't it be a half-demon?"

Su Xiaoxiao said seriously: "There is no half-demon."

Zhao Rong nodded. "What Su Huxian said is very true. Then you can talk about it later."

The little fox demon who loved listening to the story of the scholar fox fairy panicked instantly, hurriedly coaxed Zhao Rong, and finally signed a series of humiliating treaties.

Zhao Rong nodded with satisfaction.

The two walked along the tortuous corridor of the mansion for a while with their book boxes on their backs. They got lost. Zhao Rong called a servant from the Lin family to help them lead the way. After a while, they arrived at a quiet and elegant house, Su Xiaoxiao. Staying outside and waiting, Zhao Rong followed the servants in.

Inside the house, in a room with low luxury and elegant rhyme, Lin Wenruo was sitting on a chair with a straight back and reading a book, wearing only a white lingerie, behind him a pretty maid was helping him with his hair, but he had just tied it. Halfway through, a servant came to the door and lowered his head to report a few times.

The maid, who was helping the master to tie his hair, was surprised to see that the master who was sitting in the chair reading seriously heard the person coming, and immediately raised his head, threw the book in his hand on the table at random, and strode out of the door.

Lin Wenruo, with her hair draped and wearing only a single shirt, hurried to the living room, stood outside the threshold and looked in. Zhao Rong, who had endorsed the bookcase, was looking up at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall with his back to him.Lin Wenruo looked back at the door of the house, Su Xiaoxiao was holding a small bookcase and circled around a fruit tree.

A flash of disappointment flashed in Lin Wenruo's eyes, he sighed lightly, and then walked into the hall with a natural smile.

"Tzuyu is here."

Zhao Rong turned his head and couldn't help but smile when he saw the person dressed like this. "Did I come at the wrong time and disturb Wen Ruo and the beautiful woman's sweet dreams?"

Lin Wenruo raised her brows. "Oh, they are so clingy. Qing Chi was going to get up early, but they were dragged to the present. Well, Ziyu should have experienced this kind of trouble, right?"

After saying that, he looked at Zhao Rong sincerely.

Zhao Rong didn't answer his words, frowned and said solemnly: "Wen Ruo, Confucian students of my generation should focus on business affairs, how can we be immersed in the gentle township, this is what you told me last night!"

Zhao Rong said sternly: "No, I have to save you. Wen Ruo, you go and pick out a few of the most clingy people, and I will help you take them away. You can't let them stay by your side and harm you."

Lin Wenruo nodded: "What Tzuyu taught me was that I was indeed slack, but Tzuyu is someone who does big things, and they can't be allowed to harm Tzuyu. I'd better go back at night and teach them a lesson."

There were two people in the hall, one was sincere, and the other was righteous.

Lin Wenruo looked Zhao Rong up and down. "Did Tzuyu come to say goodbye to me?"

Then he smiled slightly. "Tzuyu, please wait a moment, I have prepared a farewell gift for you."

After saying that, he clapped his hands.

Just as Zhao Rong was about to speak, he saw Shi Shiran coming in outside the door with eight maids in ru-skirts.

Hand or end tray, or hold things even.

Line up in a row, standing in front of the two.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows.

Lin Wenruo stepped forward.

On the tray in the hand of the first maid is a small incense burner and a black embroidered bag.

Lin Wenruo picked up the embroidered bag and handed it to Zhao Rong with a smile.

Zhao Rong took it curiously, pulled the rope, and suddenly smelled a strange fragrance, with a deep milky fragrance, but with a refreshing coolness, the qi and blood in the body began to surge uncontrollably, as if a hungry shark smelled it. The most delicious blood.

A closer look reveals a pile of brown-red sawdust inside the bag.