Zhao Rong stopped what he was doing.

His brows furrowed slightly, and he glanced at the extra spirit stone beside his hand.

Didn't go get it.

"When you go out, you will encounter difficulties, and if you can help, you can help. ”

A dull but deep voice came from behind him.

Zhao Rong turned around.

Slightly surprised.

The owner of the voice was actually the fierce expression of the yin owl man who was lined up behind him just now!

But at this moment, Zhao Rong only felt that this old brother's fierce and vicious face was extremely kind.

Some people are like that, when you haven't spoken to him, you think his face is disgusting and hateful, but once you have a harmonious communication with him, even if it's just a sentence, you will feel that he suddenly becomes amiable.

"It's like making friends with Childe. ”

The yin owl man said again.

Zhao Rong stretched his brows and wanted to salute, but when he found that the other party didn't seem to be a scholar, he hugged his fists and smiled: "Thank you, brother!"

The expression is sincere.

The yin owl man also returned the salute with a fist.

"Huh. A few spectators around sneered, obviously unimpressed by this kind of "Pingshui meeting" drama.

Lin Qingxuan saw that someone was helping Zhao Rong, his face was gloomy, he squinted his eyes and stared at the yin man carefully, and was about to speak, but he stopped again and patted the folding fan in his palm.

It's okay, it's better to be careful outside, and let this poor measure be spared first.

The yin owl man is different from Zhao Rong, Lin Qingxuan can see at a glance the depth of the latter, he is a chick who has not cultivated, and the former, he is a little unable to understand the cultivation of the Fuyao Realm.

Dressed in a capable and energetic suit, with a tall figure, long breathing, and silent qi and blood, it is likely to be a martial artist who has entered the product.

Although the cultivation of the old servant behind him is not low, what if this person is a high-grade martial artist?

Practicing on the mountain, I am afraid of a "just in case".

Thinking of this, Lin Qingxuan's gloomy face suddenly swept away, and he said with a smile:

"It seems that you are lucky, and someone is willing to give you a bone if you haven't done anything. ”

He paused, glanced at the gloomy man again, and continued.

"Heh, if a bone is not enough, you can come to Ben Gongzi again, Ben Gongzi is very talkative, and there is no ink in your stomach, it is not difficult for you, as long as you can 'lick' Ben Gongzi comfortably. ”

After speaking, he shook his fan and walked towards the pantry in the lobby without looking back, followed by several maidservants.

Only one old servant was left standing in place and continuing to line up.

Seeing that the main owner of this lively scene walked away, the onlookers began to disperse.

Some people shook their heads, feeling that this excitement was intervened in the middle of the crowd and was not exciting enough.

Some people disdain, thinking that the poor scholar has been holding it, which is very ridiculous.

Some people think that the man is nosy and boring.

Zhao Rong ignored them and pushed the Xuan Pai and eleven spirit stones in front of the beautiful woman, his expression flat.

"A ticket to the Lonely City. ”

The beautiful woman checked the spirit stone, nodded, took out a new Xuan Tablet from the cabinet and handed it to Zhao Rong.

"There happens to be a ferry to Duyou City, which has been staying in Longquandu for a few days, and will set sail again at noon today, please board the boat on time. ”

"That's right. Zhao Rong took out another silver medal. "Is the ticket for this transcontinental ferry sold by your Qingfeng Ju?"

The beautiful woman was surprised to see the silver medal, which was not cheap.

"Yes, Childe, this is what we Qingfeng Ju helped Wei Weishan to sell. ”

"Is there a time limit for the ticket?"

"No, at any time, as long as there is a place in the ferry, you can board the boat with a license. ”

Zhao Rong nodded and put away the silver medal and left the counter, but he didn't leave immediately, but waited for the yin owl man on the side.

Seeing that he had finished buying the ferry ticket, Zhao Rong stepped forward.

"Thank you for your help just now!"

The yin owl man waved his hand and didn't say anything.

"In Xia Zhao Rong, the word Ziyu, I don't know what Brother Tai is called?"

The yin owl man hesitated for a moment, and said in a muffled voice: "Liu Sanchang"

Zhao Rong smiled, this name is exquisite.

"Good name, Zi Xia said: 'A gentleman has three changes: he looks at it, he is warm, and he is also strong when he listens to his words. ’”

It means that there are three variations of the gentleman, from a distance, the gentleman thinks he is very serious and dignified, and when he is close to him, he is very gentle, and when he speaks, he is very strict. One can imagine the expectations of the naming person.

Hearing Zhao Rong say the allusion to his name, Liu Sanbian, who had always had a serious face before, smiled, but his expression became more "vicious".

The younger brother thought about it again just now, and felt that it was very uneasy to accept a spirit stone from the elder brother for nothing. ”

"The younger brother is not talented, I have read a few sage books, and I have saved some clumsy works, I want to send a few poems to my brother to express my gratitude!"

"It's just a spirit stone, it's not worth the child's labor. ”

"I think it's worth it!"

After saying that, Zhao Rong opened the bookcase without saying anything and took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from it.

Liu Sanbian hesitated, and seeing Zhao Rong's sincere attitude, he didn't refuse again.

"Brother, can there be the word Qingshan in the poem?"

"Aoyama?"

"Aoyama. ”

Liu Sanbian smiled again.

......

Qingfeng is located on the first floor, a resting place.

The girl in green who had just finished watching a lively scene, bored playing with a teacup.

She is a disciple of the immortal family on a nearby mountain, usually the master rarely lets her go down the mountain, but today she can accompany her senior brother to Longquandu to do errands, she asked the master for a long time before agreeing.

When she first arrived in Longquandu, she was curious for a while, and then she felt that it was just like that.

The excitement she had just watched made her think it was quite interesting, but the ending was a little boring.

In fact, she faintly supported the mortal scholar in her heart, after all, what woman who practiced on the mountain did not admire and favor the talented and wealthy Confucian scholars?

At least that's what she thinks, who likes to secretly read novels about talented and beautiful women.

There's no real woman who doesn't like it, right? No, no.

Moreover, the exchange of poetry with the reader can also promote cultivation and benefit the avenue, the Confucian Haoran realm does not know how many truth-seeking and truth-seeking people are stuck, if Jiazi can't break the Haoran realm, then the avenue is hopeless, thinking of this, she remembered the uncle in her sect, who has been stuck in the Haoran realm for so many years, and now she is gray-haired and gloomy.

The two Confucian orthodox academies in Wangque Zhou attract many people from the mountains and mountains every year, and I don't know how many fairies on the mountains are eager to sing and harmonize with a gentleman of the academy.

A few years ago, in an auction house on a black market on the mountain, a poem that fell into flowers and had no self was speculated to a sky-high price, although the Confucian Academy has been strictly prohibiting this kind of behavior, but it has been repeatedly banned, and the poetry is still one of the sought-after goods in the black market on the mountain.

And the opposite of Confucianism Mojia and Taoism are not so sought after by the mountain people, although the Tianzhi Realm and Jindan Realm after the Haoran Realm have great origins with them, but compared with the Confucian scholars, the Mojia rangers are stupid tendons, and the Taoist real people are very boring and cold.

Moreover, most of the monks who were able to pass through the Haoran Realm were already mature and steady, and they would no longer be as impulsive as when their cultivation was low.

The girl in green bit her lip lightly, thinking about these things aimlessly, came back to her senses, and glanced at the gray poor scholar just now.

What a nerd, you don't dare to fight back when others bully you like this, it's just too ...... No wonder you want to bring a fake flag of Linlu Academy.

This is definitely not the case with real readers.

The girl in green thought to herself.

But suddenly, the girl was a little surprised.

At this moment, she was probably the only one in the entire lobby who noticed the poor scholar out of boredom.

After she saw the scholar say a few words to the fierce-looking man beside her, she put down the bookcase she had been carrying, took out the paper, ink, pen and inkstone, found a table nearby, and began to lay paper and grind ink, and her movements were very skillful.

What is he going to do?" the girl wondered.

I saw that the poor scholar threw the green ribbon that had slipped in front of him behind him, rolled up his sleeves, held a pen in his right hand, hung his wrist and concentrated, and suddenly put down the pen, and his movements flowed.

He...... Is it to compose poetry?

The girl glanced at her mouth, but immediately looked strange again.

This poor scholar is obviously mediocre, but why does the whole person's spirit become different after holding the pen and writing......? It's like a different person.

The girl suspected that she was delusional.

But before she could think about it, her eyes gradually attracted to the scholar.

Slowly.

The girl in green opened her mouth.

The expression froze.

In the corner of the lobby, the poor scholar was focused, splashing ink freehand, the pen walked the dragon and snake, suddenly, a breeze poured into the house, swept the scholar's table, and brushed the white paper and black ink. The breeze was blowing, and the scholar's black hair was fluttering, but the strange thing was that the rice paper that was not suppressed by the ballast was not blown up by the breeze even a corner, and lay on the table like a thousand pounds.

The girl in green suddenly came back to her senses and walked briskly towards the bookcase.

"Little junior sister, where are you going?" a young man shouted behind her, but in the next second, the young man also sensed that something was wrong.

The aura of heaven and earth in the lobby seems to be gradually ...... Rich?

The young man looked suspiciously at the corner of the lobby, which was the direction in which his little sister was walking.

At the same time, there were many other guests in Qingfeng Ju who felt abnormal.

"Strange, why is there a surge of aura?"

"Who is it, who dares to cast a spell in the Breeze House?"

"Did you Qingfeng Ju receive another strange treasure, why did you move so much?"

"Hey, what is that scholar doing?!"

Suspicious voices rang out in the lobby.

Even on the streets outside, there were people who were attracted by the vision and went into the building to explore.

The girl in green didn't pay attention to the noise behind her, she was the first to come to the bookcase, the scholar in front of her had stopped writing with a smile, she stared at the scholar and the serious-looking man beside him, and then set her eyes on the rice paper lying quietly on the bookcase.

I saw that the paper was a poem with dry ink, the name of the word brand she had never seen, the calligraphy was strong, elegant, and pleasing to the eye, but these were not the key, the girl's eyes were all attracted by the streamer that wandered on the paper.

This is...... Poetry!