i have a sword fairy

Zhao Rong explained with a serious look: "Didn't you say that I will dress up as a high-class horse, I am not satisfied with the outfit that Wen Ruo prepared for me before, and I feel that it does not reflect my status as a master..."

Zhao Rong paused for a while and continued to make up: "Now this simple outfit is very good, just imagine, when the three of us come to the stage together, both of you are dressed luxuriously and solemnly, and the opposite is also, and among the six people on stage, I'm the only one in plain clothes, with a calm expression, um, when the time comes, who is most likely to be a master, everyone should know at a glance... I said, you should understand what I mean?"

Chen Muzhi sucked in a breath of cold air, and nodded with a look on his face: "What Ziyu said is very true, this trick is very good, what he said is that the elephant has no shape, and the sound is loud, the more extreme something is, the more abnormal it is. Everyone in the world thinks that there must be demons in an abnormal situation... Brother Ziyu is really a god."

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and nodded, seeing that he had already made up his mind so much, so he didn't say more, but at this moment, Su Xiaoxiao, the culprit who prevented him from showing off his eight-pack abs, was slashed by a thousand cuts. After several times, I thought about how to go back and clean up this little girl with strong subjective initiative, who dared to kill him in his "war robe".

Lin Wenruo smiled and did not speak.

Not long after, the convoy drove into Luojing City with a mighty force. Before leaving the South Gate, Zhao Rong saw a magnificent scene through the car window, together with tens of thousands of Luojing people.

Luo Jing, thousands of feet above the sky, is standing still in the air. It is an eunuch in purple clothed python robe, with an old face, long snow-white eyebrows, and slightly closed eyes.

The most bizarre thing is that the eunuch with white eyebrows is holding a blue and white porcelain bowl filled with water in one hand at this time.

The sky was high and the wind was rushing, but he couldn't blow any corners of his clothes, and the water in the bowl didn't make any waves.

Suddenly, the white-browed eunuch opened his eyes slightly, turned his head to look in the direction of Taibai Mountain, then dumped the porcelain bowl in his hand, let go and retreated.

The overturned blue-and-white porcelain bowl was suspended in the air, and the water in the bowl poured down, but seeing that there was only a small bowl of water, it poured more and more.

The blue-and-white porcelain bowl is so small, but it seems that there is a Tianhe hidden in it.

The bowl of water gushed endlessly, and a waterfall pierced through the white clouds and flew straight down.

Suddenly, the waterfall seemed to collide with the ground somewhere in Luojing, encountering obstacles, and no longer continued to fall to the world, but gathered together to form a "water drop".

Sitting in the carriage, Zhao Rong looked up at the "water drop" in the sky, and saw the continuous waterfall falling from the white clouds, and the oval "water drop" was accumulating more and more. Wherever in the city, you can see it as long as you look up.

In the end, an unfamiliar scene suddenly appeared in the huge "water droplet".

It is a magnificent ancient platform surrounded by pines and ancient cypresses.

"That is the scripture platform, our destination." Lin Wenruo said aside.

Seeing the curious expressions of the two companions beside him, he explained with a smile: "This is a vision produced by a magical treasure called Jinghuashuiyuebai glass bowl that was kept by the Zhongnan royal family. This bowl is a pair, and this is one of them. Only, the other one should be at the Taibai Mountain preaching platform at this moment, so the water curtain produced by the mirror flower, water moon and white glass bowl in front of me can present the image and sound of the scripture platform."

"One hundred thousand Luojing people don't need to leave the city, you can watch today's debates on Confucianism and Taoism everywhere in the city!"

Chapter 70 Heart of Heart

Zhao Rong originally thought that he should be the most expert among the six people in the debate between Confucianism and Taoism today.

Simple plain Confucian shirt, with sleeves wrapped around his waist, a black and white jade badge on his waist, a calm expression, a chuckle at the corner of his mouth, um, it was his handsome face that slightly damaged the image of a master, he thought, feeling a little pity.

But even so, he must be the most hidden master among the six people in the debate between Confucianism and Taoism.

After all, he is the most unremarkable one on stage...

But since Zhao Rong and his party got off the bus at the bottom of Taibai Mountain, walked through the wide road that the crowd had made for them, walked on the road to the mountain, walked straight through the mountainside appearance, went straight to the top of the mountain, stepped into the preaching platform, and saw the group of rushing people. After the old man supported by Taoist priests, Zhao Rong didn't think so.

I saw the old man wearing a black Nanhua scarf, wearing a simple cloth, with a calm expression, holding a string of wooden beads in his hand. When he saw them entering the venue, he only glanced at the scenery outside the preaching platform. so easy.

This look...

Oops, he's a master, Zhao Rong thought.

Not only does he look like him, but he can also feel that the old Nanhua towel is indeed, because... this is a tacit understanding between the masters, it can't be wrong.

Zhao Rong secretly said.

At this time, the positions of Lanxi Lin Shi and Chong Xuguan when they entered the arena were very interesting.

On the Lin Clan in Lanxi, Zhao Rong, Lin Wenruo, and Chen Muzhi took the lead, followed by a group of Confucian scholars, Yu Linwei, and monks on the mountain who were friends with Lin Clan.

Among the three leaders, Zhao Rong was supported by the center, and the other two stood on the left and right.

Highlighting Zhao Rong's position is also in line with the plan, making the enemy mistake him for a top horse.

On the other side of Chong Xuguan, among the three people standing in front of a large group of Taoist priests, the old man wearing a Nanhua scarf was guarded in the center.

Zhao Rong's eyes fell on the old man at first sight. Presumably everyone on the other side was the same. He was the first to look at him, but Zhao Rong was not stage fright, and smiled politely at the opposite side, but it only attracted a large group of Taoist priests. Angry.

After all, the two sides are now the enemy of your life and death. He did it like a provocation, but Zhao Rong didn't care, because he wanted this effect.

Passively pulling hatred is very aggrieved, but actively pulling hatred is very cool.

Zhao Rong looked unscrupulously at the two other people who participated in the clear talk at Chong Xuguan.

A middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a purple yang scarf and a luxurious and cumbersome yellow and purple gossip clothes, his posture is elegant and dusty, and he also holds a string of beads in his hand.

This man's robes are gorgeous, unlike the Taoist costumes of Chongxuguan. He should be the national master Qingjingzi, and the yellow and purple robes on his body should be the national master robes worn by the national masters in all dynasties. Zhao Rong heard Lin Wenruo say it.

Seemingly aware of Zhao Rong's gaze, Qingjingzi looked over again, Zhao Rong looked at him, and for a second, the two looked away at the same time.

The last person is also wearing a purple sun scarf with a unified view of Chongxu, but wearing a purple Taoist robe, he looks like a middle-aged man, but he has a long black beard on his lower jaw, which seems to have not been taken care of for a long time.

This person is estimated to be Qing Jingzi's senior brother, Qing Yuanzi, who is also regarded by Lin Wenruo as a middle-class horse and must be dealt with in person.

Suddenly, Zhao Rong glanced at a familiar figure behind the three leaders on the opposite side.

It was the lonely Taoist nun that day.

The Taoist priests of Chongxuguan on the field are all main Taoists. She is the only one who is Kun Tao. She is dressed in noble purple clothes. It is difficult not to be noticed.

Zhao Rong only looked at him a few times when she saw her eyes, and then stopped on Lin Wenruo beside him, and felt a little clear.

It turns out that she is that Lan Yuqing... Strange, she just looked at me like she was going to eat people, shouldn't she recognize me?

That day, he was in a handyman service, and his face was covered with a little ashes. It was very different from the way he was dressed now. It shouldn't be easy to be recognized... Forget her, just recognize her when she recognizes her.

Zhao Rong thought indifferently, then turned to look at Lin Wenruo beside him, only to see that he had no response and did not look at Lan Yuqing.

Zhao Rong followed in Lin Wenruo's footsteps and walked towards the left side of the scripture platform, which was their position.

The scripture platform is an ancient platform located on the top of a protruding peak. The building is full of antiquity and seems to be old. Zhao Rong suddenly remembered the Louguan Taoist school that Gui said was once the owner of the room.

In the center of the scripture platform is the tallest high platform in the audience, which needs to be climbed up. At this moment, the high platform is very empty, and there is a low mahogany table in the middle. There is an incense burner on the table. There is a black futon on the east and west sides.

The three clearing talks are carried out one by one. Only the two sides of each clearing talk can take the stage, and everyone else is waiting in the audience.

There are stepped seats on all sides of the preaching platform, and you can see both sides of the high platform talking clearly. At this time, these seats are already full of spectators.

Zhao Rong looked around, and estimated that there were no less than 2000 spectators at the scene.

These invited guests who can come to the scene to watch are all monks on the mountain from Zhongnan Kingdom, well-known hermits, celebrities, high-ranking dignitaries, and even people outside Zhongnan Kingdom, but the number is not very large. Traffic on the mountains in Wangquezhou is still blocked, so the spread of information is very slow.

Otherwise, for such a grand event, there will be more people on the mountain who come to join in the fun.

At this time, both Chongxuguan and Lanxi Lin had already entered the arena.

Thousands of people gathered at the ancient platform, but they were not noisy, but rather quiet. Only a few people were chatting in a low voice, and most people were quietly waiting for the chat to start.

A bell sounded, and it was already three quarters.

A group of guards suddenly poured into the entrance of the venue, and a middle-aged man wearing a bright yellow dragon robe walked into the venue surrounded by a group of eunuchs.

Lin Wenruo stood up and went to meet King Zhongnan, as did Qingjingzi on the opposite side.

The monarch smiled gently, holding the hands of Lin Wenruo and Qingjingzi who were standing on his left and right, and said something. He tried to bring their hands closer, but unfortunately it was unsuccessful. Both Lin Wenruo and Qingjingzi shook their heads and refused to go. Looking at the other party, the king sighed and looked regretful.

Zhao Rong, who was watching this scene, couldn't help but smile. If he hadn't heard Lin Wenruo talk about the inside story of the birth of the debate between Confucianism and Taoism, he might have been deceived by this monarch. It seems that being an emperor is born to be an actor...

"Zhao Rong."

Zhao Rong felt that the corner of his clothes was being pulled, but instead of turning his head, he continued to look at Lin Wenruo.

Because he knows who it is.

"Zhao Rong, Zhao Rong..." Her voice was already soft, but it also carried some of the lightness and softness of the dialect of the shallow Tangshan side. At this time, her slightly coquettish and flattering tone became more soft and mellow.

"What's the matter."

"Are you still angry?"

"Not angry." Zhao Rong said angrily.

"You said no, you don't even look at Xiao Xiao..."

Zhao Rong, who was watching the situation on the monarch's side, quickly turned his head to look at the little fox demon who shrank behind him and pulled the corner of his clothes, and immediately turned his head back and continued to look over there, "Okay, I looked, I didn't. Angry, stop talking."

Su Xiaoxiao, dressed in pink, bit her lip.

There were so many people today that she was a little scared. After looking around, she shrank back to Zhao Rong, who had promised to be her good friend. She lowered her head and couldn't see his expression clearly. The corners of the clothes were changed to holding hands.

She wanted to say sorry, but stubbornly felt that she did nothing wrong.

She held the two small hands at the corners of the man's shirt in front of her, clenching them a little tightly. When she sewed the "bare-chested" cardigan, her left index finger was pierced three times in a row, and it was aching.

"Zhao Rong, don't be angry, I'll make you something better... Don't be angry, don't affect your mood, I'll be on stage and quarreling with people later, Zhao Rong, come on! You can win him of……"

Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, and then the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, silly girl, where is this quarrel...but it's almost the same.

As a result, the morning gas is also gone.

Just as Zhao Rong was about to turn his head to look at Su Xiaoxiao, a startled cry exploded in his mind.

"It's the heart of the furnace, it's the heart of the furnace, I saw the heart of the furnace!"

Zhao Rong took a deep breath, "It's alright, alright, stop screaming, you almost scared me to death, it was the same last time..."

"It's Hearth, right there!"

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, "I know, don't worry about it for now, I want to talk to you, don't be so surprised in the future, if this continues, I guess I will be the first to be scared to death by my own sword spirit. Sword Master."

"Okay, okay, I promise you, I won't shout in the future... Unless I can't help it... Okay, you quickly get the heart of the furnace."

Zhao Rong exhaled.

"Where is the hearth?"

Chapter 71 What's the stake?

Taking advantage of Lin Wenruo's absence, Lan Yuqing looked at Lin Qingxuan who was standing in the opposite crowd.

After waiting for a while, the man turned his head to look at her when the people around him were not paying attention, looked at her for a second, nodded slightly, and then looked away.

The corner of Lan Yuqing's mouth twitched, and she looked up at a red sandalwood incense burner placed on the table in the center of the high platform. At this time, there was no one on the stage, but a few twisted and ethereal blue smoke was slowly wafting from the incense burner.

This incense was used to soothe the nerves of those who came to the stage to make clear arguments. However, she added some other things to the incense that was equivalent to the mid-grade spirit stone.

This incense still has a calming effect on other people, but for those who have taken another medicine, it has the opposite effect. In the incense, you will gradually feel restless and restless, and then you will be terrified. Palpitations, lethargy.

The purple-clothed woman glanced at the man in a simple Confucian shirt a hundred feet away.

She always felt that this Zhao Ziyu looked familiar and wondered where she had seen it, but she dismissed the idea immediately.

How could Lin Wenruo let her see this kind of trump card that he finally invited. It should be because he had heard Li Shiqian and Chen Hongyuan describe his appearance before, and he felt familiar.

Oh, dare to call Pindao a stinky nun that no one wants?You'd better pray that after you lose today, you can run away, otherwise, what about the disciples of the academy's mountain chief?If you can't die, you'll be left half-crippled.

Finally, the sound of a bell came from not far away, and it was already four o'clock.

After the bell stopped, the audience was silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on the monarch and the two beside him.

It's just that the monarch, Lin Wenruo, and Qing Jingzi all stood there, not moving, waiting for something.

Suddenly, a drunken-eyed old man with a wine gourd stood up somewhere in the crowd, supported a trekking pole, walked out slowly, and came to the monarch.

"I'm sorry to bother Liuyi Layman."

I saw the three kings respectfully saluting the old man.

The drunk old man waved his hand, then shook the wine gourd and took a sip of wine.

Lan Yuqing watched this scene calmly.

This old man is the judge of the debate between Confucianism and Taoism invited this time.

He is one of the most famous hermits in Zhongnan Mountain. He is a half-step Nascent Soul monk, but his real name is unknown.

It is rumored that he was once the prince of a certain mortal dynasty. After the collapse of his family, he escaped into the mountains, asked Xun Xian, and now lives in seclusion in Zhongnan Mountain.

The so-called origin of the name is his own words: "I have a collection of 100 million volumes, [-] volumes of inscriptions on gold and stone, a sword handle, a game of chess, and a pot of wine. As an old man, I am older than this Among the five things, isn't it six ones?"

Previously, he was the No. 1 Qing debate recognized by the Zhongnan Kingdom. After the debate on Confucianism and Taoism was settled, she and Lin Wenruo both came to ask him to come out of the mountain with great gifts, but he declined both of them.

Later, the monarch personally went to the door and asked him to do a clear defense. He heard that he owed the royal family a favor, so he made a promise.

"Is everyone ready?"

The Six-One layman asked.

"House, everyone is here, we can start."