Lin Wenruo was speechless, looking at the young Confucian face in front of him.

His appearance can only be regarded as upright, but he has a pair of bright eyes, not like those peerless stars that Lin Wenruo has seen, but a little light, like a little light in a thousand-year-old dark room.

When you look at him and talk to him, he will always look you in the eye, and you can be sure that he is listening to you, no matter how careless.

Lin Wenruo knew this when he first met him.

Lin Wenruo closed his eyes, tilted his head slightly, exhaled the turbidity in his chest, his slightly loose waist and shoulders straightened again, he suddenly opened his eyes, stared at the calm eyes in front of him, and nodded heavily.

The "Wenruo Horse Race" that night had failed, but they had not yet lost.

In the distance, Lan Yuqing, who was looking at Lin Wenruo with a smile, suddenly froze with a smile, slowly retracted, squinted her eyes slightly, and looked up and down at Zhao Rong beside Lin Wenruo, but in the next second, she looked away and glanced at the green smoke swirling on the high platform.

The ancient bell hidden in the mountains and forests not far away was struck, and it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

The 61 layman got up and looked around on the high platform.

Gradually, the noisy voices in the prayer platform subsided.

The old man's voice was like Hong Zhong Dalu, "The debate between Confucianism and Taoism, the third clear talk, officially begins, please take the stage on both sides!"

Zhao Rong immediately turned around, didn't look at anyone, didn't say a word, and walked forward.

Behind him, Lin Wenruo, Su Xiaoxiao, and Lanxi Lin all stood up and watched, staring at his emaciated back on the stage.

Zhao Rong gently grabbed the robe with one hand and slowly climbed the steps.

He could feel countless eyes falling on him.

At the moment, there are only two protagonists on the field.

A young Confucian student wearing a plain white Confucian shirt, and a pale old man wearing a Nanhua scarf.

The high platform is empty, only a desk in the center, an incense burner, and two black futons.

When Zhao Rong came to the high platform, the old man of Nanhua was already waiting in place.

Zhao Rong lifted his robe and knelt opposite the old man across a table, staring at him.

It was a pair of ancient eyes without waves.

Zhao Rong smiled lightly at him, and the other party smiled and nodded.

Then Zhao Rong restrained his smile, glanced sideways at the incense burner that was slowly burrowing out white smoke, and inhaled it lightly with his nose, and then seemed to think that it tasted good, so he couldn't help but tilt his head slightly, and sniffed a few more times.

Offstage, Lan Yuqing has been paying attention to Zhao Rong since he got up on stage, and then saw him step into the light smoke, and unconsciously sketched a smile at the corner of his mouth, and at this time, seeing that Zhao Rong didn't know how to sniff hard, he couldn't help but snort lightly with a smile, and his eyes stared at his side face without blinking, as if he was expecting something.

On the other side, where everyone in the Lanxi Lin clan was, a man with a still somewhat bloated face looked intently at the Confucian student on the stage who drank his apology wine last night.

On the high platform, the 61 layman was whispering something.

Lan Yuqing didn't listen to a word, staring intently at the expression of Zhao Ziyu, who was sniffing incense and listening intently.

It's just that ten breaths have passed, and the young Confucian still has a calm expression.

Lan Yuqing couldn't help frowning slightly.

The next second, in her field of vision, the young Confucian suddenly turned his head to look at her side, the corners of his lips raised, and he smiled strangely.

Lan Yuqing was taken aback by this sudden picture, and the jade Ruyi in her hand fell straight to the ground, clanging, and when she came back to her senses and looked again, that Zhao Ziyu had already turned her head and stopped looking at her, but the smile on her side face still remained, reminding her that it was not an illusion just now.

At this time, in Lan Yuqing's eyes, that smile was even more dazzling than the scorching sun at noon!

She condensed her face, her brows tightened, and she didn't pick up the treasure jade for the first time, but slowly turned her head and locked on Lin Qingxuan in the group in front of her.

The latter still raised his head and looked intently at the high platform, as if he didn't notice the gaze from her, but, under her cold gaze, at a certain moment, he suddenly closed his eyes, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then his lips tightened into a line, and his eyes continued to look at the stage without moving.

Lan Yuqing stared at Lin Qingxuan unrelentingly, her breathing became heavier, and suddenly, a slender figure that she was extremely familiar with broke into her field of vision.

Lin Wenruo walked to Lin Qingxuan's side with a slightly haggard face, standing side by side with him, blocking the devouring gaze of a woman who used to treat him like a brother and was willing to find him a "broad road" not long ago.

Lin Wenruo didn't look at the woman in purple, he hadn't looked at her for a long time, and he wouldn't look at her again.

Even if he is close at this time, he will look away, even if he is standing at the bottom of Taibai Mountain soon after, and she hands Bai Aya, he will close his eyes and stretch out his hand, and even if he takes a "guest" up the mountain tonight and asks the owner of this mountain to die and see her off, he will lower his eyes.

He wouldn't, and couldn't, look at her again.

Lin Wenruo and Lin Qingxuan stood side by side, speechless for a while, and watched intently at the third clear talk on the high platform that was about to start to decide the fate of the Lanxi Lin clan and the thousand-year-old national fraud of the South Kingdom.

The importance of this talk to the South of the Kingdom cannot be described, and there are many things involved.

It determines the future fate of many people here, it determines what kind of posture the Zhongnan Kingdom will appear in front of the surrounding countries in the future, and it determines whether a large business that can sell the spiritual objects of Zhongnan Mountain that is unique to the northern mountains of Wangque Continent in the future will be surnamed Lin or Lan.

The Lin brothers silently stared at the Confucian student on the stage.

"Can you win?" said his brother's voice, which was low and hoarse.

"Absolutely. The elder brother's voice was warm and mellow, just like the promise he made to his younger brother in the Lin ancestral hall last night.

But in fact, Lin Wenruo knew that Lin Qingxuan just wanted to hear this sentence as a reason to convince him.

"We won, can she not die?"

"No one wants her to die, except herself. ”

"The tree bears fruit. ”

"I know. ”

"Dad's death, is it really done by the void?"

"I don't know, maybe I can't stand the Manchu Qing Dynasty after the failure of the reform, or maybe it's just for the people who were indirectly ruined by him and feel guilty. ”

"And what about you, will you be like him?"

Lin Wenruo did not speak.

Lin Qingxuan said softly: "Brother, I know." ”

Lin Wenruo turned his head and looked at his younger brother's side face.

Suddenly, he raised his right hand and gently put it on Lin Qingxuan's shoulder.

This is the first time in 17 years that these two Lin brothers have leaned together.

On the high platform, the 61 layman finished recounting the rules of the clear defense that he had said twice before, but which had to be reiterated.

The third session of the talks officially began.

Zhao Rong got up, took the lead in saluting, and said to the old man of Nanhuajian: "In Xia Zhao Rong, the word Ziyu, a person from Qianjing in the Great Chu Dynasty, and a student of the Taixue Supervisor of the Qianjing Kingdom. ”

Suddenly, the audience fell silent, and this was supposed to be the introduction of the applause.

Suddenly, there was a few applause in the silent room.

Su Xiaoxiao raised her hands, raised her little head, the corners of her lips were crooked, her fox eyes narrowed, and she applauded desperately, but then she looked at the people around her strangely, why didn't she speak?

Lan Yuqing, Qingjingzi and the others looked surprised. Aren't you the personal disciple of the head of the academy? Lin Wenruo, what kind of medicine is this selling?

Lin Wenruo coughed lightly.

Lin Qingxuan sighed.

Chen Muzhi's old face turned red, a little embarrassed.

Most of the audience at the table were puzzled, was Lanxi Lin originally ready to give up the third game?

The old man of Nanhua scarf's expression was still calm, got up and returned the salute, and said slowly: "The old body Tao Yuanran, Louguan Dao sent Keqing, Wangque Taiqing Sifu Taoist Mr., Taoist gentleman." ”

"Wow!"

The whole audience exploded, like a pool, and the evil Jiao raised its head.

Speaking in the platform, the voices of the people were boiling.

This is the gentleman of a hundred families!