The air is as viscous as grease at the moment.

Qingjingzi felt the biggest insult in her life.

Every time I breathe, it's like a drowning person being poured into his mouth and nose by seawater, desperately looking for a wisp of air.

His face was expressionless, and his eyes narrowed vigorously, just to hide the murderous intent in his eyes!

But his fist, which was held in front of his abdomen, grabbed the rosary violently, clenched it tightly, and kept trembling, betrayed his emotions.

Qingjingzi tilted his head slightly from side to side, and found that everywhere he looked, everyone was watching him like the young Confucian who he wanted to peel his skin and wait for his answer.

He even had the illusion that everyone in the audience had the same playful and contemptuous eyes as Zhao Ziyu.

Qingjingzi's blood surged to his head, his face flushed, his lips opened, and he was about to respond in the next second, but suddenly he braked suddenly!

It was the vigilance and steadiness that he was proud of that stopped him all along.

He had already passed the age of being hot-blooded and reckless, although he had been pampered and leisurely cultivating for so many years, but not long ago, Lin Wenruo's sudden attack awakened his vigilance as a Jindan Realm monk who was fighting for his life against the sky.

He keenly smelled a hint of something wrong, but for a short time he didn't know where this uneasiness came from.

Zhao Rong saw that the Taoist priest who was wearing the robe of Huang Ziguo and was holding the heart of the hearth that he was thinking about suddenly stopped when he was about to open his mouth, closed his mouth, although his face still did not change, his squinted eyes had slowly opened, and he released his fist and continued to rotate the string of prayer beads.

Zhao Rong's heart sank suddenly, but in an instant, he made a move.

Zhao Rong's originally calm expression, raised his eyebrows, turned his head to the right, glanced at Lin Wenruo and the audience on the right, and suddenly seemed to be amused by something, smiled happily, shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, no longer looked at Qingjingzi, and didn't say more, turned around casually and prepared to leave.

Qingjingzi just began to carefully speculate in his heart about the motives of Zhao Ziyu's actions, and it can be seen that he couldn't help but be angry again, and was repeatedly ridiculed and disdained in public by a yellow-haired child who may not be one-tenth older than him.

However, he didn't speak immediately, but took advantage of Zhao Rong's turn to look left and right, and after receiving a nod from a woman in purple, he pondered for three breaths, and he suddenly spoke.

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

Zhao Rong stopped when he heard this, and did not turn around immediately, but turned his head sideways and glanced at Qingjingzi behind him, "Why, giving you so much time, you finally figured it out? ”

Qingjingzi snorted coldly, did not answer, but said directly: "The robe of the national teacher of the poor Dao, called the Tianxian Cave Clothes, is a thousand-year-old inheritance of the Zhongnan Kingdom, which is refined by many spiritual treasures of the Zhongnan Mountain, and the 1,800 magic circle prohibitions on it have been blessed and supplemented by the national teachers of the Zhongnan Dynasty in the past dynasties, and it has many effects, such as the cultivation of the hidden master......"

"Okay, okay, who cares what mess you have with this shitty thing, wait for the clear talk, if you lose, you can leave all the things on your body, put on pants and fuck me off, don't let me see you again." Zhao Rong's tone was impatient.

As soon as these words came out, the more than 2,000 people who were witnessing this gambling game made a louder noise, tide after tide, drowning out the sound of Zhao Rong's side for a while.

"Silence!"

The 61 monk frowned and scolded.

The originally boiling air suddenly quieted down.

The eyes of the audience were all on Zhao Rong and Qingjingzi, and they didn't know if the latter would dare to take this ridiculous gamble.

After a few breaths, it really didn't disappoint the people who watched the excitement.

"Yes. Huang Zi Daoist spit out two words between his teeth, and then the corners of his mouth outlined an almost semicircular exaggerated curve, revealing Sen Ran's white teeth, and said word by word, "So, what are you betting with Dao Ye?"

Zhao Rong looked at Qingjingzi quietly, and finally waited for this answer, but he could feel that this Yellow Purple Daoist had been completely enraged by him at this time, and looked at him with terrifying coercion in his eyes.

The Taoist priest in front of him is a fifth-realm Taoist cultivator who has built a small world of human beings, turned heaven and earth into furnaces, and practiced an immortal golden pill.

It's just that Zhao Rong thinks ...... That's it, after all, he has even touched the tiger whiskers of the Yuanying Realm Sword Cultivator who can dominate the mountains and clouds, and he has already embarked on the path of cultivation, plus he is naturally extraordinary, heroic, and courageous...... Well, Zhao Rong admitted that this is only part of the reason, and the most important thing is that the Liuyi Jushi not far away is blocking the factors that will affect the fairness of the Qing Talks, so he is so relaxed.

Zhao Rong turned around, walked straight to the table where the origami was placed before, and gently stretched out an index finger to pick up the corner of the poem that had been folded in half twice.

Between the cracks of the paper, a touch of the starry sky and the bright moon suddenly leaked.

Slowly, a breeze blew, raising the sleeve of the young Confucian scholar's right hand that was picking paper.

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

A poem, a table, a Confucian scholar.

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

"This is ......" The 61 layman glanced drunkenly and muttered.

The little fox demon's eyes widened.

Qingjingzi's expression became serious.

"Falling flowers, no self. Lin Wenruo said softly.

The 61 monk nodded, then looked around, and suppressed the crowd at the table who were about to make a wave after a sigh.

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

At that time, he was still a mortal prince, but also a Confucian who admired the sages and was full of hope for Confucianism......

However, when he filled in the words "selflessness" for her, where was she? It seemed that she had stayed in the afterglow of her homeland.

The old country has long been shattered, and he is also pale and gray-haired, and now he suddenly looks back...... Why didn't you stay with that woman, that Confucian clothes, that Sanqiu Guizi, and that city full of beacons?

The drunk-eyed old man took a sip of wine in a hurry, as if the water in the gourd of an inexhaustible gourd overflowed from among his white whiskers.

The monk came back to his senses and looked at the two young Confucian students in front of him.

A country that wants to govern the country with Confucianism.

A bookish young man.

Immediately, he took a deep look at Zhao Rong, who stretched out a finger and pressed it on a poem about the realm of falling flowers and selflessness, and didn't know what he remembered.

The poem on Zhao Rong's fingertips was written on the night of admiring the moon in the Huxin Pavilion, and he wanted to give it to someone before leaving, but now the situation is forced to take it out in advance, as a bet, to deal with the current situation.

Seeing that no one around him was speechless, Zhao Rong said softly, "This is my bet." ”

Qingjingzi took his eyes off the poem paper, glanced at Zhao Rong, and suddenly, sneered: "It's not enough, do you only have this little thing?"

Zhao Rong frowned slightly and looked at the Liuyi layman.

The monk pondered for a while and nodded.

The stakes are indeed a bit off.

The poems of the Falling Flowers, the Selfless Realm are indeed precious, especially for an immortal sect on the mountain, it can provide a steady stream of opportunities for the children of the Immortal Family to directly break through the bottleneck of the Fuyao Realm and promote to the Haoran Realm, as long as the user fits its artistic conception.

And the poems are like strange things, most of them are in the hands of the academy and some Confucian monks, and there are very few in circulation on the mountain, most of them are one-time consumables, not to mention the poems that can be used in a steady stream of falling flowers and selfless realms, and I don't know that in the past hundred years, there have been more than one hand in the circulation and trading on Wangque Zhou Mountain.

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

Qingjingzi took out a inheritance robe that was worth a lot even to a half-step Yuan Infant Cultivator, and there was also a ...... Dignity.

All in all, this word alone is a bit worse than a bet.

Lin Wenruo, who was on the side, didn't know what medicine was sold in Zhao Rong's gourd, and thought that he was just trying to help him get ahead, and continued to pull hatred and play the role of a first-class horse.

He took off the blue and white jade on his waist, which symbolized the identity of the scholar and was still his natal object, and took a few steps forward, ready to put it together with the poem as Zhao Rong's bet, but was stopped by Zhao Rong with his hand.

Zhao Rong turned his head and said indifferently: "Then you say, what else do you want, as long as it's mine, I can take it out, otherwise forget it." ”

Qingjingzi spoke directly, aggressively, "Poor Dao also wants to bet that you are in tatters, if you lose, you will take it off, stay in Chongxuguan as a rag, you will wear a pants for Poor Dao and roll down Taibai Mountain!"

Zhao Rong thought for a while and said softly: "Yes." ”

"And ......"

Zhao Rong interrupted loudly, his tone serious, "Actually, if you deliberately don't want to gamble, you can just 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, don't you just don't want to admit that you are cowardly?

After hearing this, Qingjingzi was a little hot, he had been smooth sailing since he cultivated, where could there be such a quarrel in the market, his tone was hard, "And the last one." ”

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

Huang Zi Daoist's eyes were gloomy towards a certain figure beside Zhao Rong.

"Bet on this fox woman beside you, if you lose, let her be the furnace of the poor road!"

The young Confucian student's eyes narrowed.

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PS: This chapter is 3k, and it is inconvenient to write to 2k...... Otherwise, you will say that I am water, ahem, so it is a little late. Xiao Rong is now almost 5,000 words a day, which is really not short~