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

After waiting for a moment, the man looked sideways at her while the people around him were not paying attention, looked at each other for a second, nodded slightly, and then looked away.

The corners of Lan Yuqing's mouth curled, and he looked up at a red sandalwood incense burner placed on the table in the center of the high platform, there was no one on the stage at this time, but a few twisted and ethereal green smoke was slowly drifting out of the incense burner.

This incense was for the people who came to the stage to calm their nerves, but she added a little other thing to the spices that were equivalent to the medium-grade spirit stones.

This incense is still a soothing effect for others, but for people who have taken another medicine, it is the opposite effect, in the incense will slowly be restless, irritable, followed by horror palpitations, mental dissipation.

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

She always felt that this person named Zhao Ziyu was a little familiar, and she suspected that she had seen it somewhere, but she immediately dispelled the idea again.

For this kind of killer feature that was finally invited, how could Lin Wenruo release it for her to see, it should be a sense of familiarity after hearing Li Shiqian and Chen Hongyuan describe his appearance before.

Heh, dare to scold Poor Dao for being a stinky nun that no one wants? You better pray that after you lose today, you can run away, otherwise if you fall into the hands of Poor Dao, what if you are a disciple of the academy chief? If you can't die, then you will be half disabled.

Finally, a bell rang from not far away, and it was already four quarters.

After the bell stopped, the audience fell silent, and all eyes on the audience were focused on the monarch and the two beside him.

It's just that the monarch, Lin Wenruo, and Qingjingzi all stood in place, not moving, waiting for something.

Suddenly, a drunken old man holding a wine gourd stood up in the crowd, holding a trekking pole, and slowly walked out to the monarch.

"I'm tired of the 61 layman. ”

I saw the three kings saluting respectfully to the old man.

The drunken 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 was the referee of the Confucianism and Taoism debate that was invited this time.

He is one of the most famous hermits in Zhongnan Mountain, a great monk of the half-step Yuanying, but his real name is unknown, and he calls himself the 61 layman.

It is rumored that he was once the prince of a certain mortal dynasty, and after the collapse of his family and country, he escaped into the mountains, looked for immortals, and now lives in seclusion in Zhongnan Mountain.

The origin of the so-called name is his own words: "I have a collection of one million volumes, a collection of 10,000 volumes of gold and stone relics, a sword, a game of chess, and often a pot of wine." With my one Weng, who is old between these five things, isn't it sixty-one?"

Previously, he was recognized as the first person in the southern country to defend the Qing Dynasty, and after the debate of Confucianism and Taoism was decided, she and Lin Wenruo both brought heavy gifts and begged him to go out of the mountain, but he politely refused.

Later, the monarch personally came to ask him to be a clear judge, and heard that he owed the royal family a favor, so he made a promise.

"Are there all the people? ”

The 61 layman asked.

"Layman, already crowded, you can start. ”

Lin Wenruo and Qingjingzi both said respectfully.

Hearing this, the 61 monk glanced at the two people in front of him, and saw that their expressions were resolute, so he did not persuade them.

He poured a sip of wine, muttered a few words in his mouth, turned his head and said loudly:

"Today, the rules of the debate between Confucianism and Taoism have long been announced, and the old man will not repeat it, but I will ask you two again, what are the stakes for victory or defeat? You must know that once this matter is decided, it must not be violated under the witness of everyone at the scene, 100,000 people from the south and the old man. ”

The old man's voice spread throughout the audience, and together with the picture, it was transmitted to the people of the city through the white glass bowl of the mirror.

After these words, the audience was silent.

Qingjingzi and Lin Wenruo glanced at each other, took a step forward, and said loudly: "Chong Xuguan gambled on the position of the Zhongnan National Sect, if he lost, then from today on, the Taoist priest of this view will never set foot in the court of the Zhongnan Kingdom, and will never participate in the affairs of the Zhongnan Kingdom, in addition, all the Taoist lands under the Taibai Mountain are willing to be handed over to the Lanxi Lin clan." ”

After that, the audience fell silent.

Some people secretly sighed that this Lin Wenruo was able to force Chong Xuan Guan to this extent, this is Chong Xuan Guan that has taken root in Zhongnan Mountain for thousands of years, and Zhongnan has not yet established a country, so it is the existence of Chong Xuguan.

Lin Wenruo took a step forward, faced all the spectators at the moment, bowed, and said loudly: "The Lanxi Lin clan is willing to gamble on all the property and land in the Zhongnan Kingdom, and all the foundations of the ancestors for 700 years are in it, if I lose, I, the Lanxi Lin family, will pick up the word 'Lanxi' and move out of the Zhongnan Kingdom, ......and the children of the Lin family will never step into the Zhongnan Kingdom again!"

At this moment, Xinchang Rusheng, who was being watched by the audience, had a calm expression.

And Qingchi hanged himself at the foot of Taibai Mountain. ”

His voice echoed in the prayer platform, and the audience became more solemn.

A certain purple-clothed Taoist aunt raised her chin, pursed her lips, and stared at the Confucian student with a calm expression, a few words, and a young name.

The corners of Qingjingzi's mouth twitched. Like your self-conscious dad?

Not far away, Zhao Rong frowned, his gaze quickly left something on Qingjingzi's body, and he looked at Lin Wenruo suddenly.

Since just now, he has been focusing on his good friend, and with his gaze curiously looking at the little fox demon of Qingjingzi, at this time, he raised his head and looked at the brows of the man who was holding the corner of his clothes, and his eyebrows gradually frowned.

The 61 monk was silent for a while, carefully looked at the Confucian who had stood quietly in front of his hut for three days, begging him to come out of the mountain, but he politely refused, nodded, and said in a voice that could be heard by the audience: "Whether the two sides are confirmed or not, it is these bets that everyone heard just now, this is the last chance, and now it is urgent to discuss the change." “

Qingjingzi said directly: "Layman, the poor road has been confirmed. ”

After speaking, he glanced at the Confucian students on the side.

Lin Wenruo nodded and spoke: "Layman, Qingchi is also ......."

"Wait!"

Someone spoke loudly.

interrupted Lin Wenruo's words.

At this time, like a lake of flat water, it was thrown into a boulder, and the originally silent field suddenly burst into noisy noise.

Who speaks up?

The 2,000 people on the field could only follow the direction in which the sound sounded, but there were too many targets in that direction, and they couldn't be sure for a while.

Lin Wenruo was stunned, he recognized the owner of the blocking sound, and turned his head to the left.

"Silence!"

The clear voice of the 61 layman instantly reached the ears of everyone present.

The prayer platform was silent for a while, and the needle drop could be heard.

Seeing this, the Liuyi monk raised his head and took a sip of wine, and looked at the ordinary Confucian who suddenly spoke out with drunken eyes.

"Who are you? ”

Zhao Rong opened his mouth and said: "Zhao Ziyu is Lin Wenruo's friend, please wait a while, old gentleman." ”

After that, Zhao Rong walked towards Lin Wenruo, but Su Xiaoxiao, who had been holding the corner of his clothes behind him, had his eyes wide since he spoke out just now, and when she saw that he seemed to be going out for an adventure, she was so anxious that she pulled Zhao Rong to death.

It's just that Zhao Rong is different from the little fox demon who will be afraid even if there are a little more people, he has a ruthlessness in his bones, he is bold, and he is not stage frightened, which can be seen from the fact that he dared to "save the beauty of heroes" in public on the ferry.

At this time, seeing that his friend had clearly arranged a retreat for everyone, but he didn't prepare for himself, and he wanted to become a benevolent if he didn't succeed, Zhao Rong was anxious, where was the little fox demon pulling him to live.

As a result, there was a strange scene on the field.

A handsome man in pink clothes like a fairy in the middle of the world, stubbornly pulling the robe of an ordinary Confucian who insisted on moving forward, the two of them pulled and pulled, you come and go, two people, four hands, dragged back at the waist.

It also reproduces the scene of the mountain forest somewhere in the water country.

The atmosphere on the field was a little awkward for a while.

Everyone present looked at each other with different eyes.

The 61 layman watched with interest.

Qingjingzi watched coldly, and suddenly stopped turning Liuzhu's thumb and snorted coldly.

And Lin Wenruo, who witnessed this scene, pulled the corners of his mouth slightly, and couldn't help laughing.

It's you, Brother Ziyu.