He has already passed the age of blood and recklessness. Although he has been pampered and cultivated in a leisurely manner for so many years, Lin Wenruo's unexpected attack not long ago awakened his vigilance as a cultivator in the Golden Core Realm who is fighting for his life with heaven.

He keenly smelled something wrong, but in a short time he didn't know where the unease came from.

Zhao Rong saw the Taoist priest who was wearing the yellow and purple robe and was holding the heart of the hearth that he was thinking about. When he was about to open his mouth, he suddenly paused and closed his mouth. Open it slowly and let go of the fist to continue turning the rosary.

Zhao Rong's heart suddenly sank, but immediately, he moved.

Zhao Rong's originally calm expression raised his brows, turned his head to the right, glanced at Lin Wenruo and the auditorium on the right, suddenly seemed to be amused by something, smiled happily, shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, and stopped looking at Qing Jingzi. Without further ado, he turned around and prepared to leave.

Qing Jingzi just began to speculate carefully about Zhao Ziyu's behavioral motives in his heart, but he couldn't help but get angry again. He was ridiculed and dismissed repeatedly in public by a yellow-haired child who might not be one-tenth his age. The kung fu is good, and I can't help but feel the anger of the three-point clay Bodhisattva.

However, he did not speak immediately, but took advantage of Zhao Rong's turn to turn his head and looked left and right. After receiving a confirmation from a certain purple-clothed woman, he meditated for three breaths, and suddenly he spoke.

"Betting, why don't you bet? Boy, what are you running for?"

Zhao Rong stopped walking when he heard the words, did not turn around immediately, but turned his head slowly, glanced at Qing Jingzi behind him, "Why, after giving you so much time, I finally figured it out? Decided not to continue counseling? Let's forget it, even It takes a long time to think about such a trivial matter, I am afraid that you will not be able to lose."

Qingjingzi snorted coldly, did not answer, but said directly: "Pin Dao's national teacher's robe, called Tianxian Dongyi, is a thousand-year-old inheritance of Zhongnan Kingdom. It is refined from many Zhongnan Mountain spiritual treasures. The prohibition of [-] magic circles has been blessed and supplemented by the past dynasties of the national master Zhongnan, and it has many functions, such as concealing the master's cultivation..."

"Okay, alright, who cares what kind of mess you have with this rubbish thing, we'll talk about it later, if you lose, you'll keep everything on your body, put on your pants and get out of here, don't let me go. I saw you." Zhao Rong said impatiently.

As soon as these words came out, the more than [-] people who were witnessing the gamble made a louder sound, one wave after another, drowned out the sound of Zhao Rong's side for a while.

"quiet!"

Layman Liuyi frowned and scolded.

The boiling air suddenly became quiet.

All eyes were on Zhao Rong and Qing Jingzi, wondering if the latter would dare to take on this absurd gamble.

After a few breaths, the audience was not disappointed.

"Okay." Taoist Huang Zi spat out two words between his teeth, and then an exaggerated almost semi-circular curve was drawn at the corner of his mouth, revealing his white teeth.

Zhao Rong looked at Qing Jingzi quietly, and finally waited for this answer, but at this time he could feel that the Huang Zi Taoist priest had been completely angered by him, and looked at him with terrifying coercion.

The Taoist priest in front of him is a fifth-level Taoist cultivator who builds a small world of human beings, turns the world into a furnace, and cultivates a golden elixir of immortality.

It's just that Zhao Rong thinks... that's it, after all, he has even touched the tiger beard of the Yuan Yingjing sword cultivator who can dominate the mountains, and he has already embarked on the road of cultivation, plus he is born extraordinary, He is handsome and courageous... Well, Zhao Rong admits that this is only a part of the reason, but the main reason is because the Liuyi layman not far away is blocking the factors that will affect the fairness of the clear talk, so he is like this. easy.

Zhao Rong turned around, walked straight to the table where the origami paper was placed, and gently stretched out a forefinger to pick up the corner of the paper that had been folded twice.

Between the gaps in the paper, a corner of the starry sky and the bright moon suddenly leaked out.

Slowly, a breeze blew past, raising the sleeve of the right hand of the young scholar who was picking paper.

At this moment, if you look at this scene from a distance.

One poem, one table, and one scholar.

The breeze is full of sleeves, and the stars and moon are full of poems.

"This is..." Layman Liuyi glanced at him with hazy eyes, muttering in his mouth.

The little fox demon widened his eyes.

Qing Jingzi looked serious.

"Luohua, a realm without me." Lin Wenruo said softly.

Layman Liuyi nodded, then looked around, suppressing the crowd at the table who were about to make a sound after a sigh.

The old man turned his head and couldn't help but glance at the poem again.

Back then, he was still a mortal prince, and also a Confucian scholar who admired the sages and was full of hope in Confucianism and Taoism.It's already standing, and it's just that Luohuapin has my realm. Remember, she always laughed at him that he was too sad and too crafty, and said that if there were no accidents, he would never be able to write poems without me. ...

However, after he filled in the words for her without self, where is she?It seems to have stayed in the afterglow of the motherland.

The mountains and rivers of the homeland have long been broken, and he also has pale face and white hair, and now he looks back... Why didn't he stay with that woman, that Confucian dress, that Sanqiu Guizi, and the beacon fire all over the city?

The drunk-eyed old man hurriedly took a sip of wine, as if the sorrowful water from an inexhaustible gourd overflowed from his white beard.

Layman Liuyi came back to his senses and looked at the two young Confucian scholars in front of him.

One wants to govern the country with Confucianism.

An angry young man with a bookstore.

Immediately, he took a deep look at Zhao Rong, who stretched out a finger and casually pressed it on a poem in the state of no-self.

This poem at Zhao Rong's fingertips was written on the night of the moon viewing at Huxinting Pavilion. I wanted to give it to someone before I left, but now the situation forced me to take it out in advance as a bet to deal with the situation at hand. .

Seeing that there was no one around to speak, Zhao Rong said softly, "This is my bet."

Qingjingzi looked away from the poem, glanced at Zhao Rong, and suddenly sneered: "Enough, do you only have this?"

Zhao Rong frowned slightly and looked at Layman Liuyi.

Layman Liuyi pondered for a while, then nodded.

The stakes are indeed a little worse.

Falling Flowers, Poems in the Realm of No Self is indeed precious, especially for a Xianjia sect on a mountain, it can continuously provide Xianjia children with the opportunity to directly break through the bottleneck of the Swinging Realm and advance to the Haoran Realm, as long as the users fit Just get it's mood.

And the entered poems are like strange objects, most of which are in the hands of the academies and some Confucian monks. There are very few circulating in the mountains. Most of them are one-time consumables, not to mention the falling flowers that can be used continuously. The poems of the realm are gone, and I don’t know that in the past hundred years, there have been no more than one-handed transactions on Wangquezhou Mountain.

However, it is only limited to the low realm after all, and it can only help the beginner cultivator pass the first major level of cultivation, and for the cultivator above the third realm, the higher the level, the less useful it is.

What Qing Jingzi took out was an inheritance vestment that was of great value even to a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator, and had... dignity.

All in all, the word alone, as a bet, is indeed a bit worse.

Lin Wenruo, who was on the side, didn't know what medicine Zhao Rong was selling in the gourd.

He took off the blue and white jade disc from his waist, which symbolizes his status as an academician and is also his life object, and stepped forward a few steps, intending to put it together with the Luohua poem as Zhao Rong's bet, but Zhao Rong stretched out his hand stop.

Zhao Rong turned his head and said indifferently to Qing Jingzi: "Then tell me, what else do you want, as long as it's mine, I can take it out, otherwise it's fine."

Qingjingzi spoke directly, aggressively, "Pindao also bet on your tattered body, if you lose, you take it off and stay in Chongxuguan as a rag, you put on your pants for Pindao and roll down Taibai Mountain!"

Zhao Rong thought for a while, then said softly, "Yes."

"and also……"

Zhao Rong interrupted with a serious tone, "Actually, if you deliberately don't want to gamble, you can directly say that you don't have to pretend that it's not that I don't gamble, it's that he can't afford to gamble, isn't it just that you don't want to admit that you're a coward? The unworthy national teacher has been in the position for so long, and you are about to lose face?"

After hearing this, Qingjingzi became angry again. He has had a smooth journey since his cultivation, how could there be such a quarrel in the market place, his tone was stern, "And the last one."

Zhao Rong curled his lips and was silent for a moment, "Let's hear it."

Taoist Huang Zi cast his eyes darkly towards a figure beside Zhao Rong.

"I bet on this fox woman at the Core Formation Stage beside you, if you lose, let her be the cauldron of the poor way!"

The young scholar narrowed his eyes.

Chapter 74 I'll Bet With You

Qing Jingzi looked at Su Xiaoxiao who was behind Zhao Rong recklessly, and licked his dry lips.

This "pink-clothed boy" who was pulling Zhao Ziyu's clothes before, he could see at a glance that she was a little fox demon, she should have just formed Dan, equivalent to the cardamom girl of the human race.

Moreover, looking at his posture and spirit, he should still be an innocent virgin.

Qingjingzijing was in the teaching room. On weekdays, there were also many furnaces in the room, but they were all human women. Now he has encountered a fox woman, which made him very jealous.

There are very few demons on the mountain in Wangquezhou, and fox demons are even rarer, and most of them live in groups in the form of clans.

I have heard that there are several fox demon clans in Wangquezhou, and I don't know where the little fox demon in front of me came from. Hmph, who cares about her. After she is caught, Pindao will slowly ask her.

When Qing Jingzi thought of this, her eyes became even more presumptuous. Looking at Su Xiaoxiao's eyes, it was like looking at a rare item.

I am very itchy for this little fox demon.

Except for the humiliation this Confucian scholar named Zhao Ziyu had just given him-after all, there is almost nothing more insulting to him and showing his incompetence than a woman who can't protect him-but also because he was in a certain book I have seen some secrets about the furnace cauldron in the ancient books of the ancient room.

Although fox women are naturally good at harvesting yang and replenishing yin, they are also good tools in the furnace, and the taste of them is amazing.

And this little fox demon in front of him has a very beautiful appearance, excellent posture, and great spirit.

Apart from the pair of long and narrow fox eyes that spontaneously make people feel charming, she herself is beautiful but not charming, clear but not cold, completely different from the ordinary fox clan, according to the records in the ancient book, she must be a There is no doubt that the top-grade cauldron is a high-grade cauldron, but just looking at the surface, I don't know how high the rank of this cauldron can be.

At this time, not long after Qingjingzi spoke, the field fell into a strange silence.

Su Xiaoxiao, who was behind Zhao Rong, was so frightened that her face turned pale when she heard those words. She felt the wanton gaze of the Taoist priest who looked ugly and wretched to her. She would feel disgusted if she was stared at by a strange man for a long time. The little fox demon, at this moment, only feels nauseated.

For the first time, she hid behind the only one who could give her a sense of security. She imagined that she had hid behind him countless times along the way, and went to hold the corner of his clothes, but she suddenly stopped just as she stretched out her little hand.

Because, she saw the person in front of her who she had always thought was one of the only people in the world who cared about her the most. At this moment, that side face was as calm as a lake, her eyes were lowered, and she was surprisingly silent.

Su Xiaoxiao raised her head, those long and narrow fox eyes like a stream of autumn water were wide open, and her long eyelashes were trembling slightly, as if she was under the weight of something.

Her eyes were slightly restrained by the pressure, and the outstretched jade hand was slowly withdrawn. The keenness of the fox family told her that there was a door in front of her, and when she stretched out her hand and pushed it open, she would usher in endless nightmares.

She bit her lip and suddenly smiled lightly, remembering some of the words of her grandmother, and she accepted her fate.

She waited quietly, waiting for him to speak, waiting for some kind of judgment.

Lin Wenruo, who had been on the sidelines, hesitated to speak, glanced at Zhao Rong, but finally did not speak.

Seeing the little fox demon hiding behind the man, Qing Jingzi looked away regretfully, but immediately glanced at the man, and the corner of his mouth suddenly curled into an arc.

Although it has only been a moment since he said this sentence, less than five breaths.

However, if you don't refuse the first time, then there is something to talk about.

If you don't deny it immediately, you will lose your persistence.

Qingjingzi had thought about weights and countermeasures in his mind. He was going to decide on this furnace, which was at least the highest rank. He must let him put it on the gambling table. Others could be slightly compromised, such as this Luohua grade poem, Haha, it doesn't matter, anyway, you are bound to lose, Lin Wenruo, don't you really think that we didn't see your tricks?

After a while, seeing the little fox demon retreating from behind Zhao Ziyu for some reason, Taoist Huang Zi's eyes fell on her again, getting hotter.

I don’t know if this fox girl is one of the ten famous furnaces mentioned in ancient books. I remember that there are several famous furnaces that seem to be unique to the fox clan. !According to what is written in the book, each famous furnace has different effects, but they are all very magical...

In a short while, Qing Jingzi had already thought a thousand miles, but before he was allowed to think about it, Zhao Ziyu on the opposite side made a movement.

Under the eyes of everyone, the young Confucian scholar who wanted to make a big bet with Master Zhongnan nodded expressionlessly, and before waiting for everyone's reaction, he walked forward, came to the table, and directly picked up the poem paper , turned and left without looking at anyone.

Everyone was taken aback for a moment before they understood what he meant.

Qingjingzi's face darkened. Logically speaking, shouldn't he bargain with Pindao?

Qing Jingzi was anxious, but he tried his best to calm down, and said lightly: "Yellow-haired child, is this a coward?"

"Isn't it pretty easy to say just now?"

Zhao Rong turned his back to him and waved his hand.

"Child, Pindao will give you one last chance. I can let you a little bit. Don't use this poem, lest others say that Pindao bullies others."

Zhao Rong kept walking.

"Haha, trash is trash, so I'm afraid."

Zhao Rong was too lazy to care, and continued to walk to the room.

"Hey! Stop! Stop! You don't have to take off your clothes! This is the last time for you, but the third bet is the bottom line... If you, if you are still greedy, then forget it! Humph!"

Zhao Rong suddenly stopped.

Qing Jingzi was overjoyed, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, his face sank.

Zhao Rong turned his head, "Stupid girl, why are you staying there? Are you waiting for lunch?"

After he finished speaking, he curled his lips, turned his head, and continued his footsteps, only muttering in a low voice, "Such a stupid little fox demon, why hasn't he been kidnapped yet, this world is so disappointing to my son."

In fact, after hearing the words just now, he was silent for ten breaths because he was talking to Gui.

At that time, it said excitedly, "That's right, Zhao Rong, this bull-nosed Taoist priest really took the bait."

"Forget it," he said.

"..." Gui said anxiously: "Aren't you guys very sure of winning? What are you afraid of? Bet with him."

"I don't need the heart of the furnace. Go back and melt the Tingni purple gold furnace, and use it as the material for my flying sword."

Gui said loudly: "You may not be able to wake up the flying sword of your life... Even if you have it, can you be sure to wake up a flying sword with great supernatural powers without the sword pill?"

"Do you know how precious a first-class flying sword is?"

He didn't speak.

"That little fox demon who is only at the stage of forming an elixir?"

He was silent.

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