The wind is blowing.

Xia Yang also quietly hid in the clouds.

The originally beautiful weather was like a beautiful lady who loved beauty and changed into a new outfit.

The weather was just right for the road, but at this time, in the Drunken Man's Pavilion, a group of people who were originally hiding from the sun did not notice this at all.

Because, the changes in the pavilion caught everyone off guard.

The atmosphere is a little weird.

Su Xiaoxiao opened her eyes wide and looked at the long-standing and handsome pianist not far away.

What did he just say about his name? Lin Qingchi, if the words are written? Hmm, Xiaoxiao must have heard it wrong.

The little fox demon looked at Zhao Rong suspiciously.

It's just that Zhao Rong didn't have time to look at her at this time.

For he was also surprised, but he was sure that he had heard correctly, and looked at the luthier again, who was now looking at him with a smile.

Zhao Rong coughed lightly and got up to salute.

"Xiaosheng Zhao Rong, the word Ziyu. ”

Lin Wenruo pushed the piano platform forward, got up to straighten his clothes, and returned the salute solemnly.

"The person behind the discussion is not a gentleman, Xiaosheng became a villain today. Zhao Rong wanted to salute again.

Lin Wenruo walked forward quickly, supporting him with both hands, his expression quite helpless. "Brother Ziyu is too polite, why do you say this, it is obvious that Qingchi is a villain, and he eavesdrops on Brother Ziyu behind his back. ”

"Besides, being able to see Brother Ziyu today is the hard work of Qingchi. Lin Wenruo's eyes lit up. "But Brother Ziyu's praise just now is too high, and Qingchi feels ......"

Zhao Rong listened with his ears pricked up, guessed what he was going to say later, and thought of vetoing his words in his mind, ready to praise a few more words, and be humble to each other for a while.

Lin Wenruo: "I feel right, I feel right." ”

"Brother Wen Ruo is too humble...... Huh?"

Zhao Rong was stunned.

Su Xiaoxiao chuckled.

Lin Wenruo blinked twice.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows.

Immediately, the two Confucian scholars looked at each other and smiled.

In the Xuanhuang world, only Confucian scholars can take words, and Confucian scholars generally only call each other words, so the famous Confucian students, the world only remembers his surname and words, but the name is rarely known, just like the second generation of the human emperor, his real name is Jiang Cang, the word is too clear, but most of the people in the world only know Jiang Taiqing, but do not know who Jiang Cang is.

The atmosphere on Zhao Rong's side was relaxed, but the side of the pavilion near the door had a solemn atmosphere.

Li Shiqian and the three of them all stood in place, without the slightest movement, and cautiously glanced at Zhao Rong's side.

After Lin Wenruo spoke, the fat Taoist priest Chen Hongyuan looked suspicious, his breathing was a little short, and the fat on his face trembled slightly, and at this time, seeing that a fact that he couldn't believe was already in front of him, he gasped carefully, not daring to speak loudly.

The fat Taoist priest narrowed his eyes, put the dust whisk that he had been holding in his hand to his armpit at will, turned around quietly, turned around while raising his legs, and saw that the person over there was still talking and laughing, so he changed his breath slightly, turned his back, and walked out of the pavilion with light steps, and never looked back.

Mr. Qingxi gritted his teeth and tightened his cheeks, he didn't take it today, but his cheeks were even thinner, his eyes were bloodshot, and his heart was hysterical.

What are you saying badly, but you want to talk about Lin Wenruo!? Now it's good, as long as he glances at us, we all have to die!

As soon as he remembered what Lin Wenruo had done in the rumors, the old man couldn't wait to kill his companion and the fat Taoist priest with the tail in his hand.

If it is said that Chong Xuguan is the head of Taoism in Zhongnan, then Lanxi Lin is the bull's ear holder of Confucianism in Zhongnan! Every head of the family is the leader of the literary circle and the prime minister of the court in Zhongnan, whether it is bright or dark.

Some people laughed and said, how can the monarch of Zhongnan rule the country? A Lan Taoist priest and a Lin Confucian student.

The former is the master of Chongxu Guanguan, and he is also the former teacher of the South of the South. The latter is the head of the Lanxi Lin family, and his status in the Zhongnan Kingdom is second only to the national teacher and the monarch.

Mr. Qingxi secretly complained in his heart. Although he is a little famous in the circle of Luojing celebrities, he is nothing in front of the Lanxi Lin clan, even if he is the most famous Zhongnan celebrity, for the Lanxi Lin clan, it is a dispensable small role.

The battle between the two big men of the national teacher Qingjingzi and Lin Wenruo, you two fools are talking about a fart! Now that the debate between Confucianism and Taoism has not begun, Luo Jing has Taoist priests and Confucian officials being raided and exterminated every day, and now as long as it is affected by the wind and waves of this struggle, it is a big dead word, and as a result, you have touched the tiger's ass here!

In fact, Li Shiqian and Chen Hongyuan can't be blamed for this, after all, the two of them never imagined that they could meet the main owner of the matter that is currently being hotly discussed by the whole country in a pavilion outside Luojing City where there are not many tourists.

In addition, the South Kingdom never forbade the people to discuss the government and politics, so the style of pure talk was very popular, even ordinary women who were washing and cooking at home could chew their tongues behind their backs and say how the monarch was.

However, it is based on knowing that the other party is a big man and cannot hear the words of others in a whisper.

Of course it's okay to scold Lin Wenruo behind your back, because everyone does this, but now that you are scolding like this in front of others, you can only respect you as a man.

Mr. Qingxi sighed, standing in place and not daring to move in the slightest, for fear of attracting the attention of the man, he squinted and glanced at Li Shiqian beside him, and found that the other party's legs were trembling, his face was pale, and he was inferior to him, and he felt a little comforted in his heart, it seemed that he was not the worst.

Wait, the old man didn't seem to say anything bad about Lin Wenruo just now, it seems that these two idiots said it!

Mr. Qingxi was overjoyed in his heart, completely forgetting that although he didn't speak just now, he also nodded his head with a cold face.

At this time, he saw that the fat Taoist priest who was closer to the door than him and claimed to press Lin Wenruo's dog's head in front of him was running quietly......

The old man with the tail in his hand painted a scoop according to the gourd, lightly handed, pretending not to know the companion next to him, and the soles of his feet were smeared with oil.

Li Shiqian heard a slight movement behind him, turned his head with a pale face and saw that the other two had already slipped away, he was dumbfounded, stood in place and hesitated left and right for a few seconds, and hurriedly followed.

When the old man saw his companion coming behind him, he was so frightened that his soul was scared, for fear of being affected by him, he ran away, and the two of them chased after me, staggered down the mountain, and stumbled all the way.

And not long after they left, they left the direction when a black-clothed warrior strode in.

The black-clothed warrior stopped in front of the pavilion, bowed his head to the pavilion, and then glanced at Liu Sanchang, and then stood at the door with his back to him, not moving.

Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze from outside the pavilion.

"Brother Ziyu doesn't bother with it. Lin Wenruo's smile remained unchanged.

"It's easy to get a daughter, it's hard to find a bosom friend, and you can listen to Qingchi and play a song again. ”

After that, Lin Wenruo reached out, gently grabbed Zhao Rong's wrist through his sleeve, turned around and pulled him to walk towards the guqin.

"This song comes from a fisherman, that young and late with the academy classmates traveled to a small country in the east, through the nameless ancient crossing, boating on the river, Luoxia lonely, saw the fisherman drunk singing, so he and his classmates wrote this song, the song is called "Drunken Fishing Singing Night", but unfortunately the classmate's best friend can no longer come......"

"But today I am fortunate to meet Brother Ziyu. ”

Zhao Rong's face changed, he never expected him to be able to grasp it, although he knew that some Confucian scholars had a hobby of shaking hands with their friends, but he didn't expect that he would meet one unexpectedly.

Zhao Rong secretly struggled hard, but was surprised to find that Lin Wenruo didn't seem to grasp it tightly, and he didn't have the slightest pain, but he couldn't break free.

Zhao Rong turned his head while struggling, and saw Su Xiaoxiao opening his mouth slightly, looking at his "held" hand with a look of surprise, and then seemed to have opened the door to a new world, with a sudden expression.

Hey, what's that look on your face?

And Liu Sanbian looked at him inquiringly.

Zhao Rong hesitated and shook his head, then turned around and said, "Brother Wen Ruo, Xiaosheng is dull and doesn't understand the rhythm of the piano, so forget it." ”

"Brother Ziyu, don't be modest, how can a Confucian student not understand the rhythm of the piano, if he is not very proficient, then he must listen to more music. ”

"Brother Wen Ruo, can you let go of the little brother's hand first. ”

"It turns out that Brother Ziyu minds this, it's Qingchi Menglang. Lin Wenruo was stunned, and immediately let go, his tone apologetic.

"It's fine. Zhao Rong withdrew his hand, his gaze stayed on his face for a while, and then he turned his head to look outside the Drunkard Pavilion with a calm expression.

He said in a casual tone: "Brother Wen Ruo came to me specifically." ”

The mountain where the drunken man's pavilion is located is quite high, and the sky is full of white clouds at this time, and the mountain wind is like a wild horse in a bundle, breaking in from all directions, struggling in the pavilion.

Zhao Rong is full of mountain wind, and his clothes are flying.

Lin Wenruo, who was facing Zhao Rong with his back, surprisingly did not have a single sleeve raised.

He stopped when he heard this, was quiet for a moment, and then continued to walk to the qin, stretched out his right hand to caress the slightly fragrant paulownia wood body of the guqin.

The warm voice came in the wind.

"That's right, I'm here to apologize to Brother Ziyu. ”

"What an apology. ”

The eight-foot-tall man next to Qin turned around and faced Zhao Rong, sighing slightly.

"I don't manage my brother strictly. ”

He stretched out an index finger and hooked it lightly, and the piano sounded.

The black-clothed warrior who was watching the wind outside the pavilion walked away, and after a while, he brought back the two of them.

In front of him was a young man in a purple robe.

Behind him was an old man in gray.

When he approached, Zhao Rong's eyes froze.

The black-clothed warrior stayed outside the pavilion, and the newcomers stepped into the pavilion.

"Sir. The old man in gray bowed his head and saluted.

Lin Wenruo nodded slightly, and then looked at the purple-robed man who had been bowing his head and silent since he came in.

Lin Qingxuan was silent for a while and squeezed out a word.

"Brother. ”

Lin Wenruo turned his head, not wanting to look at him again, his face was indifferent.

"Brother Ziyu, I never expected that this beast would do so many things that were inferior to beasts after I went to the academy, as soon as I came back, this beast hid out again, and as a result, I shouldn't have offended you in Longquandu. Lin Wenruo said this, and his voice suddenly became louder.

"Brutes talk!"

The purple-robed man trembled when he heard this, and his voice trembled. "Zhao Gongzi, I'm sorry. ”

"And so. ”

The purple-robed man clenched his fist and lowered his head. "I have no eyes, I offended Childe, please forgive Childe. ”

"Be louder. ”

The purple-robed man was silent for a moment, his fists trembling, his voice hoarse, and he shouted repeatedly. "I have no eyes, offending ......"

"Get on your knees!"

The air was smashed like a silver mirror.

The words were abruptly interrupted by a shout.

The man with his head bowed abruptly stopped.

His fists scattered, and he suddenly tilted his head, his nose stirred, his eyes wide open, and he nailed the eight-foot-tall man standing beside the piano. "Lao Tzu doesn't kneel! Lin Qingchi, what qualifications do you have to let Lao Tzu kneel?"

"You're a madman! Fucking gambling with the entire Lanxi Lin clan as a weight, just for your ridiculous delusions like your dead ghost father?"

Tears dripped from his jaws, and he roared hysterically.

"You are not worthy of the surname Lin, you are not worthy of Sister Yuqing, you are not worthy of letting me kneel! You are not worthy! You are not worthy!

"You don't deserve it!"

You don't deserve to tear his throat out of his mouth.

The long man next to the guqin stiffened, his right shoulder fell slightly, his slender five fingers grasped the lyre like a hook, and the green tendons on the back of his white hands burst out, twisted, and knotted.

The next moment.

The mountain wind in the pavilion stopped suddenly, and there was no wind outside the pavilion.

"Zheng!"

The purple-robed man's throat was choked by something in an instant, and five fingerprints were outlined on his neck, which could only make a sporadic hiss, like a worn-out hand-cranked hair dryer. He put his hands around his neck, trying to regain the right to speak out, but to no avail.

"Zheng, Zheng!"

"Bang! bang!" The pampered body of the purple-robed man staggered left and right, and his knees hit the ground.

"Zheng!Zheng!Zheng!"

"Bang, bang, bang!" The crisp slap sound sounded one after another, and the purple-robed man's face shook three times in a row, and then he looked purple, red and white, and he was bloated and unrecognizable.

However, there was still a pair of blood-red eyes staring at the long man standing with his back to the piano next to the pavilion.

"Stare again. ”

This was a very calm voice, as warm as when Zhao Rong first heard him speak.

On the last string, a finger drips a red bead from the fingertip.

"Zheng!"

The string breaks.

The purple-robed figure in the center of the pavilion fell with his head down.

Blood-eyed convergence.