i have a sword fairy

Zhao Xifu muttered something as if no one was there, then covered his mouth and yawned, reaching out to put away the pitch-black jug, as if he was about to leave.

Zhao Qian'er stood up, with both hands straight on the table, her bulging chest was heaving quite violently.

At this moment, she turned her head suddenly and went to pull Zhao Rong:

"Brother Rong, let's go, we will never come here again, Aunt Bing is really blind to follow him, a miser..."

At this moment, a big hand turned around and gently pressed Xiao Qian'er's hand.

"Finish the meal first." Zhao Rong whispered, pulling Zhao Qian'er to sit down again.

Xiao Qian'er sat on the stool, crossed her chest and turned her face away.

Zhao Rong looked around her and Qingjun Xiaoxiao with a calm expression, and then he shook his head slightly at Bingniang who had an apologetic and guilty expression.

Afterwards, Zhao Rong thought for a while and turned his head.

With a serious expression, he said:

"Shopkeeper Zhao, by the way, is there any difference between pouring out the wine and pouring out the wine?"

The tone was a little curious, after all, there are a lot of people in this world who are particular about things.

Zhao Xifu, who was about to leave the banquet with a drink, paused, and looked at the serious questioning expression of the young Confucian scholar in front of him.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, as if he had some interest, and then nodded solemnly:

"Yes. You answer that little question first, and uncle will show you later."

Zhao Xifu paused, grinning at the corner of his mouth, and said sincerely:

"Whether you want to see it poured or drained, you can choose by yourself, just answer the questions according to your needs. The rules of our Xia Chong Zhai have always been like this... so... hiss..."

The bearded man dressed as the shopkeeper in gray froze, seemingly unable to find words.

Zhao Rong tentatively said, "Humanization?"

"Humanization..." Zhao Xifu chewed, his eyes lit up, "That's right! Our Xiachongzhai rules have always been so humane!"

After the words were spoken freely, he couldn't help but patted Zhao Rong on the shoulder and gave a thumbs up.

Zhao Xifu gave Zhao Rong a very appreciative look, and said with emotion:

"Your boy is worthy of being a student in an academy. You really have a brilliant mind in this area. You uncle is half as heroic and demeanor as you were back then. These two sentences are really good."

Zhao Rong waved his hand modestly, indicating that it would be a piece of cake, nothing to worry about.

"Shopkeeper Zhao is polite." Zhao Rong smiled, and then he raised his hand, cupped his fists at Zhao Xifu, who liked the whole sentence, and said with a smile:

"Later, Xiaosheng will have to observe Master Zhao's teaching of pouring and pouring wine, and he must study hard."

Zhao Xifu grinned jokingly, and waved his hand, "Haha, it's easy to say."

Everyone: "..."

They looked at the two men surnamed Zhao, one big and one young, chatting and laughing in a daze.

The expressions of the two of them can be said to be very speculative chatting, which seems to be a bit of a resentment for seeing each other late.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

What about the one who agreed to fight against the Black Heart Palm together with the enemy?Why did they suddenly start chatting, good guy, and they even boasted about each other, leaving this to exchange illnesses?

On the field, the corners of many people's mouths couldn't help but twitch...

It's just that Zhao Rong did have a gentle expression, and turned a deaf ear to the reactions of his companions.

At this moment, he raised the wine glass in his hand as a gesture, and asked with a smile:

"Shopkeeper Zhao, besides the rule just now, are there any other rules for this glass of wine in my hand? I think... it's better to clarify everything first."

"Indeed." Zhao Xifu nodded, then thought about it seriously, and said in a serious tone: "It's nothing."

"Really gone?" Zhao Rong confirmed.

Zhao Xifu nodded solemnly, "There is nothing left to do. Only the rule I just said... You only have one chance to say a word. If you are lying, I will pour this glass of wine. If you are telling the truth, I will pour this glass of wine down." Lose."

He shook the flagon in his hand, then raised his head and laughed loudly:

"Don't worry, boy, labor and management like rules the most, and they follow the rules the most. One spit and one nail, everything will follow the above-mentioned rules."

Zhao Rong glanced at him and nodded.

Everyone at the table couldn't help frowning again.

Isn't this irritating rule disgusting enough? What's the difference between telling the truth or lying?What's wrong with him, he still wants to bump up.

Zhao Qian'er, who was already unhappy, couldn't help it anymore, she and Concubine Zhao Ling looked at each other, it was her idea to have this glass of Bingniang wine for brother Rong'er tonight, but it turned out like this.

Zhao Qian'er clenched her small hands tightly, but then she saw Zhao Rong's calm profile beside her, and swallowed back the words she was about to speak...

At this time, Zhao Rong suddenly reached out, picked up a mouthful of vegetables, and put them in Xiaoqian'er's bowl.

Zhao Xifu glanced at him, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, turned his head to look at the sky outside the door, and waved his hands:

"Respond quickly, kid. If you don't say anything else, I'll take the wine away. Although I suddenly find that you are interesting, it will be very boring if you delay."

The gray-clothed and bearded man lost his interest, and threw away the flagon in his hand that countless people were flocking to outside.

Zhao Rong nodded and said with a smile, "The shopkeeper Zhao wants to throw the wine away."

Seeing that he had nothing to say, Zhao Xifu curled his lips in boredom: "Oh, throw it away, then you can answer lies, and uncle will show you well... Hey, don't delay your mother's time, hurry up."

"The shopkeeper Zhao wants to throw the wine away." Zhao Rong nodded.

"Whether you want to throw it away or throw it away depends on your answer, follow the rules." Zhao Xifu waved his hand impatiently, "Speaking of which you are a big man, tell me quickly!"

Zhao Rong smiled.

Zhao Xifu pulled his face, and his face was slightly cold, "Don't talk about pulling down, don't come in from now on, his grandma's legs are dripping..."

Zhao Rong didn't speak, just looked at him quietly, and tapped the table with his right finger, as if he was patiently waiting for something.

The shopkeeper in gray clothes and beard cursed and got up to leave with his drink.

At this time, Yu Huaijin, who has always strictly abided by the principle of a gentleman who eats and sleeps without talking, swallowed the green vegetables and rice that she had chewed strictly for 42 times, put down the bowls and chopsticks neatly, wiped her mouth, and raised her head:

"He's already answered it twice."

The old-fashioned girl looked at Zhao Xifu with a calm tone, but her words were like a silent bomb that detonated among the people in the hall.

In an instant, a deathly silence was created on the field.

"..."

Zhao Xifu, who was cursing, was taken aback for a moment, and the impatient look on his face was like a receding tide, which disappeared in an instant. Then, in just a few breaths, several expressions flashed on his face one after another:

Doubt, ponder, bewilderment, disbelief... Shocked!

Zhao Xifu turned his head suddenly and looked at Zhao Rong.

The young Confucian scholar looked down at the wine glass in his hand calmly, and nodded slightly.

Zhao Xifu's eyes couldn't help but widen, and his face still had a look of disbelief. He didn't believe that someone could solve the problem like this. Isn't this problem a dead end? ?

The pitch-black jug in his hand fell freely with a 'swish', but his right foot did catch the jug subconsciously.But at this time, a few breaths later, there was already a woman in the banquet who burst into a smile, and she was the first to figure it out, and realized that it was the woman in a Confucian shirt with a faint blue chest.

The female teacher from Linlu Academy covered her mouth and smiled happily, looking at the calm and relaxed Zhao Rong with a smile in her eyes.Except for Yu Huaijin and Zhu Yourong, the others gradually opened their eyes and realized.

But at this moment, a gray-clothed and bearded man who had been in Xia Chong Zhai for 6000 years could no longer care about these movements.

Zhao Xifu's eyes were fixed on the floor, and he glanced left and right, as if thinking hard. During this period, he licked his dry lips several times, and hissed a few times...

As if he couldn't figure out a certain question no matter how he thought about it.

"Good boy, this sentence is your answer!?" Zhao Xifu raised his head, staring at Zhao Rong:

"'Shopkeeper Zhao wants to pour the wine away'...Hiss, his grandma is dripping, should I pour the wine away or..."

According to the pre-determined rules just now, if the sentence "the shopkeeper Zhao wants to throw away the wine" is true, then he will pour out the wine, but it contradicts the fact that throwing away is the truth.

If this sentence is a lie, then he will throw the wine away, but it contradicts the fact that "the shopkeeper Zhao wants to throw the wine away" is a lie.

At first glance, this is all conflict, how to do it?

Zhao Xifu was completely speechless. He had never encountered such a thing in the past many years, and he couldn't even fix it.

He was so angry that he couldn't help pointing at someone and scolding:

"I'm going to ask you who is the prettiest, can you come up with this sentence for me?"

Zhao Rong thought for a while, blinked at him and said:

"The shopkeeper said to follow the rules, and the rules only stipulate that I should say a word, but there is no rule that I must say the name of the person, and there is no rule about what to say..."

Zhao Xifu has a black face.

Zhao Rong smiled, stretched out his hand suddenly, and handed him the wine glass, with a friendly tone: "Uncle just said, after I finished answering, he will show me the difference between pouring the wine and pouring the wine, let me observe it carefully, Learn with humility."

With a sincere expression, the young Confucian scholar waved his wine glass twice in the direction of the shopkeeper, signaling to take it:

"Uncle, please, should I pour it out or pour it out?"

"...???" Zhao Xifu.

Chapter 439 A Glass of Iced Lady Wine Each

"Fuck off."

Zhao Xifu laughed and cursed, clapped Zhao Rong's hand, put the wine glass back on the table, and sat down again.

Zhao Rong asked with a smile, "Uncle, what about this glass of wine?"

Zhao Xifu crossed his chest and squinted at him, annoyed, "Don't ask me, do whatever you want."

Zhao Rong smiled, picked up the wine glass, and looked at Qingjun Xiaoxiao and the others around the table...

At this time, everyone gradually figured out what happened:

Zhao Rong played a novel word game, throwing out an interesting paradox.

Even the stupidest little fox demon opened his eyes under Zhu Yourong's explanation with a smile, looked at Zhao Lang brightly, and couldn't help clapping his hands.

Yu Huaijin, who was the first to react, picked up the bowl and chopsticks meticulously, and continued to deal with the remaining food in the bowl.

Although Zhu Yourong was a bit slower than her disciple, it didn't mean she was stupid than Yu Huaijin, but rather like a fan of the authorities, who had been eating quietly and listening in silently, more like a bystander.

In fact, this is also one of the reasons why Zhu Yourong felt that the young Confucian scholar had always faintly exuded some kind of wonderful thing that attracted her close.

Even though she is already very familiar with him and is a tacit confidant, Zhao Rong's actions and words can still surprise her from time to time, and he can always throw out some wonderful and interesting things, not just his magical calligraphy... So It attracted Zhu Yourong to approach and explore again and again.

At this time, while Zhu Yourong was explaining to Su Xiaoxiao and Jingzi carefully in a low voice, she couldn't help raising her eyelids slightly, and glanced at Zhao Rong who was opposite.

In addition, the witty and intelligent little Qian'er was the second only to Zhu and Yu Ernu to react, um, much faster than her young lady.

Although Concubine Zhao Ling has always maintained a demure, dignified, and generous appearance, even after Yu Huaijin had finished speaking, and Zhu Yourong and Xiao Qian'er showed expressions that seemed to understand something, she looked forward with beautiful eyes, and clenched her plain hands under her sleeves. Still maintain this elegant appearance.

It's just that this girl with autumn eyes really couldn't help feeling anxious and curious... Hey, what did the husband say, the fish girl said... He already answered?Also, Senior Zhao's reaction...

If Zhu Yourong and the other girls were not present, Concubine Zhao Ling would immediately turn into a curious baby and ask Zhao Rong without any hesitation. Anyway, Brother Rong would never despise her... Well, at most, he would scratch the tip of her nose with his fingers and say that she is What "learned scum", some words that Concubine Zhao Ling didn't quite understand.

It's just right now... but fortunately, Xiao Qian'er understands Miss. When Concubine Zhao Ling secretly frowned and bit her lips, a little anxious and cautious, Zhao Qian'er quietly leaned into her ear and whispered a few words...

After a while, Concubine Zhao Ling blinked, looked at Qian'er who was snorting, picked up the chopsticks and gave the little girl a bite of food, smiled slightly, and turned to look at her husband proudly.

Xiao Qian'er said that she is a big fool who only knows how to practice and ask swords, and Concubine Zhao Ling is not annoyed.

As long as she has Brother Rong'er, she can ask him if she doesn't understand, and listen to him, and the baby born in the future can also inherit her husband's intelligence, so she won't be stupid, so why worry...

Concubine Zhao Ling looked tenderly at Zhao Rong, who was turning her head back. On the side, Zhao Qian'er stared blankly at the dish that was cooked by the young lady in the bowl, and she suddenly felt bitter...

Right now, Zhao Rong didn't see much of them.

He turned his head to look at the people around the table, thought for a while, and suddenly put the glass of Bingniang wine that he could freely dispose of in front of a certain little transparent among the crowd.

The shy little girl who hid behind others was taken aback.

Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhu Yourong, several daughters, were also a little surprised.

They couldn't help but look at Li Xueyou.

I saw her flustered face, looking left and right, pushing the wine back with both hands.

"Brother Ziyu, why do you give it to me... Give this wine to Sister Zhao or the little girl... It's my turn to drink it..."

Zhao Rong smiled and waved his hand indifferently: