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

Jian Suru shirt, with sleeves caged, wearing a black and white jade plate on his waist, his expression was calm, and the corners of his mouth chuckled, well, it was his handsome face that slightly ruined the image of the master, he thought, feeling a little pity.

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

After all, it's the most mediocre one on stage......

But since Zhao Rong and his entourage got off at the bottom of Taibai Mountain, crossed the wide avenue made way for them by the crowded crowd, walked up the main road to the mountain, walked through the appearance of the mountainside, went straight to the top of the mountain, stepped into the scripture platform, and saw the old man supported by the group of Chongxu Taoist priests, Zhao Rong didn't think so.

I saw that the old man was wearing a black Nanhua scarf, dressed in a simple cloth robe, with a calm expression, holding a string of wooden beads in his hand.

This look......

Oh no, it's a master, Zhao Rong thought.

Not only does he look like him, but he can also feel that this Nanhua scarf old man is indeed because ...... This is a tacit understanding between masters, and you can't be wrong.

Zhao Rong said secretly.

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

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

Among the three people who took the lead, Zhao Rong was supported by the central government, and the other two stood on the left and right.

Zhao Rong's position is highlighted, which is also in line with the planned strategy to make the enemy mistakenly think that he is a superior horse.

On the side of Chongxuguan, among the three people standing at the 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 glance, presumably the same was true of everyone opposite, who was the first to look at him, but Zhao Rong was not stage frightened, and smiled politely at the other side, only to provoke the angry eyes of a large group of Taoist priests.

After all, the two sides are currently mortal enemies, and it does seem like a provocation for him to do so, but Zhao Rong doesn't care, because that's what he wants.

Passive hatred is very aggrieved, but active hatred is very cool.

Zhao Rong's eyes looked at the other two people who participated in the Qing Conversation unscrupulously.

A middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a purple scarf and a luxurious and cumbersome yellow and purple gossip robe had an elegant posture and a string of flowing beads in his hand.

This person's robe is gorgeous, not like the Taoist clothes of Chong Xuanguan, he should be the national teacher Qingjingzi, and the yellow and purple magic clothes on his body should be the national teacher robes worn by the national teachers of the past dynasties, Zhao Rong heard Lin Wenruo say.

As if sensing Zhao Rong's gaze, Qingjingzi looked over again, Zhao Rong glanced at him, and for a second, the two of them looked away at the same time.

The last person was also wearing a purple yang scarf with a unified view of the void, but he was wearing a purple robe, looking like a middle-aged man, but he had a long black beard on his chin, as if he hadn't taken care of it for a long time.

This person is estimated to be Qingjingzi's senior brother, Qingyuanzi, and he is also regarded by Lin Wenruo as a medium-sized horse and has to deal with it personally.

Suddenly, Zhao Rong caught a glimpse of a familiar figure behind the three leaders on the opposite side.

It was the lonely Dao Gu of that day.

The Chongxuguan Taoist priests on the field are all dry roads, only she is a kun dao, dressed in noble purple clothes, and it is difficult not to be noticed.

Zhao Rong saw that her gaze only looked at him a few times, and then stopped at Lin Wenruo, who was beside him, and he knew a little in his heart.

It turned out that she was that Lan Yuqing...... It's strange, why did she look at me like she was going to eat people, she shouldn't recognize me, right?

I was wearing a miscellaneous uniform that day, and my face was also smeared with some dust, which is very different from my current outfit, so it should not be easy to recognize...... Forget her, recognize it, recognize it.

Zhao Rong thought indifferently, and then glanced sideways at Lin Wenruo beside him, only to see that he didn't react and didn't look at Lan Yuqing.

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

Said that the platform is located on the top of the protruding peak of the ancient platform, the building is full of antiquity, it seems to be a long time, Zhao Rong suddenly remembered the Louguan Taoist school that was once the master of the house.

At this moment, the high platform is very empty, and there is a low mahogany table in the center, and there is an incense burner on the table, and a black futon is placed on the east and west sides of the table.

The three talks were conducted one by one, and only the two sides of each session could come to the stage, and everyone else waited in the audience.

On all sides of the prayer platform are stepped seats, and you can clearly see the two sides of the conversation on the high platform, and at this time, these seats are already full of spectators.

Zhao Rong looked around, and estimated that there were no less than 2,000 spectators at the scene.

These invited guests who can come to the scene to watch are all mountain monks in the Zhongnan Kingdom, well-known hermits, celebrities, powerful people with a high status, and even people outside the Zhongnan Kingdom, but the number is not very large, after all, at this time, the Sikou Mansion is still blocking the mountain traffic in Wangque Island, so the information is spreading very slowly.

Otherwise, 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.

Thousands of people gathered in Gutai, but it was not noisy, but rather quiet, only a few were talking in low voices, and most people were quietly waiting for the four o'clock conversation to begin.

A bell rang out, and it was already three quarters of the hour.

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

Lin Wenruo stood up and went to greet the monarch of Zhongnan, and so did the Qingjingzi opposite.

The monarch smiled gently, holding the hands of Lin Wenruo and Qingjingzi who were standing on his left and right with both hands, saying something in his mouth, trying to bring the two hands closer, but unfortunately it didn't work, Lin Wenruo and Qingjingzi both shook their heads and didn't look at each other, the monarch sighed with regretful expressions.

Zhao Rong, who was watching this scene, couldn't help but smile, if he hadn't heard Lin Wenruo say the inside story of the birth of the Confucianism and Taoism debate, he might have really been deceived by this monarch, it seems that the emperor was born to be an actor......

"Zhao Rong. ”

Zhao Rong felt that the corners of his clothes were being pulled, but he didn't turn his head, but continued to look at Lin Wenruo's side.

Because he knows who it is.

"Zhao Rong, Zhao Rong......" Her voice was already soft, and with some of the light and soft beauty of the dialect on the side of Qiantang Mountain, at this time, the slightly coquettish and flattering tone was even softer and tactful.

"What's the matter. ”

"You're still angry?"

"Not angry. "Zhao Rong didn't have a good airway.

"You still say no, you don't look at the little ......"

Zhao Rong, who was watching the situation on the monarch's side, quickly looked back at the little fox demon who was shrinking behind him and pulling the corner of his clothes, so he immediately turned his head back to the right and continued to look over there, "Okay, I'll see, I'm not angry, stop talking." ”

Su Xiaoxiao, who was dressed as a man in pink, bit her lip.

There were a lot of people today, she was a little scared, she looked left and right, and then shrank back to Zhao Rong, who promised to be her good friend, she lowered her little head, and couldn't see her expression clearly, but she changed from pulling the corner of his clothes with one hand to holding it with two hands.

She wanted to say she was sorry, but she stubbornly felt that she had done nothing wrong.

She held the two small hands at the corner of the man's clothes in front of her, clenched them a little tightly, and when she sewed the cardigan that "bare her chest and exposed her breasts", the tip of her left index finger was stabbed three times in a row, and it was a faint pain.

"Zhao Rong, don't be angry, I'll go back and make you a better look...... Don't be angry, don't affect your mood, you will have to quarrel with people on stage later, Zhao Rong, come on! You can win his ......"

Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, silly girl, where is this quarrel...... But that's pretty much it.

In this way, the morning gas is gone.

Zhao Rong was just about to turn his head to look at Su Xiaoxiao, when suddenly another exclamation exploded in his mind.

"It's the hearth, it's the hearth, and I've seen the hearth!"

Zhao Rong took a deep breath, "Okay, okay, don't scream, you almost scared me to death, it was the same last time......"

"It's the heart of the heart, there!"

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, "I know, leave it alone, I want to talk to you well, don't be so shocked in the future, if you continue like this, I estimate that I will become the first sword master to be scared to death by my own sword spirit." ”

"Okay, okay, this seat promises you, I won't shout in the future...... Unless you can't help it...... Alright, you hurry up and get the hearth. ”

Zhao Rong exhaled.

"Where's the hearth?"