It wasn't long ago that autumn had begun.

But the midday sun is still hot, and fortunately, the lonely city stands by the sea.

From time to time, the North Sea sends bursts of cool sea breeze, and such a hot and cool alternation is also a strange taste.

At this time, Zhao Rong was standing under a few rustling green bamboos, dressed in a neat green shirt, waiting for the arrival of Mr. Chen in front of him.

Not for a while.

I saw the noisy and crowded crowd in front of me gradually parting, as if a ferry was passing through.

Zhao Rong finally saw the true face of Mr. Chen.

He was about forty years of age, with a pleasant face, a long beard, black hair all draped behind his back, a wide shirt, a long belt tied around his waist, and clogs on his feet.

This pair of wide clothes and hair, with a bare chest and breasts, similar to the dress of Zhongnan celebrities, surprised Zhao Rong.

In his impression, Mr. Confucian Academy should be mostly serious and dignified, similar to the image of a meticulous master, but the chic dress of Mr. Chen, who was sought after by all scholars, broke Zhao Rong's rigid impression.

It seems that the atmosphere of this Linlu Academy is much more relaxed than imagined......

Mr. Chen strode forward with an ink-colored flask in one hand and a stack of rolled paper manuscripts in the other, and the scholars surrounded him and followed him, babbling and talking.

But this Mr. Chen kept smiling kindly and did not reply.

When someone wanted to pick up his flask and help him get a drink, he waved his hand and refused the other party.

There were also many scholars who handed some poems and papers, and he took them one by one, rolled them up in the stack of paper manuscripts in his hand, and took them with him.

Mr. Chen's footsteps kept walking in the direction of the wine store.

Zhao Rong looked at the scholars crowded in Mr. Chen and shook his head slightly.

At this time, seeing that Mr. Chen was getting closer and closer, Zhao Rong couldn't help but clear his throat, and revisited the poems he had just carefully selected.

Finally, Mr. Chen, with a large group of scholars following behind, was about to pass in front of him.

Zhao Rong silently calculated the distance, when he was only a few steps away from him.

Zhao Rong suddenly said loudly:

"A pot of wine among the flowers, a ...... alone"

But at this moment, before Zhao Rong finished chanting the latter sentence "Drinking alone without a blind date", his voice was interrupted.

Or rather, he was not interrupted, he actually groaned, but he was drowned out in a wave.

Nearby Zhao Rong suddenly resounded with deafening noises.

"Lanling Wine Tulip ......"

"Persuade Jun Jin Qu to ......"

"Striking the ...... of drinking fine wine"

The corners of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, and he looked left and right, only to see that the scholars who were originally enjoying the cool in the bamboo forest with him had long since lost their previous resting demeanor, but one by one, like Zhao Rong, read poems aloud when Mr. Chen passed by.

Especially the brother Tai a few steps away from Zhao Rong was simply roaring and reading poetry.

Zhao Rong gasped.

The sudden roar of this brother just now almost deafened his ears, and the most speechless thing was that Zhao Rong didn't hear a word of what he was roaring about......

At this moment.

Faced with the scene of his arrival making a large group of scholars who had been waiting on the side of the road for a long time rush to read the poem, Mr. Chen did not have the slightest surprise, and passed directly without squinting.

The group of scholars who followed him were not a little surprised to see this situation, probably because they had seen more of this kind of routine, or rather...... Zhao Rong's behavior, is they playing leftovers?

Many scholars in the crowd looked at the behavior of Zhao Rong and the others, and shook their heads with pity.

Zhao Rong watched Mr. Chen and the others pass by in front of him without leaving a moment, and suddenly became anxious, and hurriedly continued to read aloud the poem he had carefully selected to persuade drinking.

But.

As soon as his voice left his mouth, it was drowned out in a jumble of sounds, without stirring up a wave.

Zhao Rong sadly found that he couldn't yell at these guys at all, especially the Han Han beside him who bent over and screamed hard......

Zhao Rong covered his ears and glared at the person beside him.

Mr. Chen is far away, can you stop the fuck yelling, Lao Tzu is about to ring in his ears!

It's a pity that people don't pay attention to him at all, and they are still desperately screaming at their own care.

I don't know what I'm yelling at......

Zhao Rong hurriedly covered his ears and ran away to chase Mr. Chen.

Without any shame, he joined the trailing crowd that he had been shaking his head and sighing with silent contempt not long ago.

Zhao Rong squeezed forward desperately.

But the scholars around him who looked very weak at first didn't know where they all came from, since Zhao Rong's martial arts physique in the Heaven Ascending Realm Zhenyi Period couldn't squeeze them, he was even almost squeezed to the back by the people behind......

Zhao Rong admitted that he really didn't expect this situation now, but ......

Zhao Rong gritted his teeth, his mouth was barely crooked, and he sneered.

Fortunately, Ben Gongzi kept a hand very early.

As soon as he turned his hand and took it from Sumeru, there was an extra piece of poetry in his hand.

Zhao Rong stopped, took a deep breath, broke away from the trailing crowd, ran to the side, and turned around the curved line to save the country to Mr. Chen's front road, his eyes burning and ready to hand over the poem in his hand.

However, at this moment, Zhao Rong saw a scholar in a splendid shirt not far away, holding a piece of poetry paper, squeezing in front of Mr. Chen, and handing the poetry paper over.

Mr. Chen, who had always been handing over the paper to the scholar and would accept it if anyone who came did not refuse it, suddenly paused, did not raise his hand to pick up the folded poetry note, ignored the splendid scholar, and continued to smile and walk forward without saying a word.

Seeing this, the splendid scholar looked anxious, looked left and right, gritted his teeth, and hurriedly ran up again, but when he squeezed next to Mr. Chen again, he suddenly unfolded the poem in his hand.

In a flash.

Hundreds of meters around are filled with a mellow aroma of wine, and the smell is intoxicating.

I saw that there were bursts of visions on the unfolded piece of poetry.

At this time, the poems are introduced.

The splendid scholar smiled and handed over the poem again.

It's just that.

Mr. Chen still ignored it, and even the kind smile on his face slowly disappeared, and he quickened his pace and walked towards the wine shop that was getting faster and faster.

But the splendid scholar chased after him.

"Mr. Chen, please stay! This is a few days before Xiaosheng heard about Mr.'s deeds, and felt that there are still a lot of shortcomings, Mr. Lao can correct it, Xiaosheng is grateful......"

Before the splendid scholar finished speaking, Mr. Chen suddenly waved his sleeves.

In the next second, the splendid scholar fell to the ground a hundred meters away.

All this happened in a moment, before Zhao Rongqing could be cleared.

The splendid scholar 100 meters away was sweating profusely and looking frightened.

But Mr. Chen didn't pay attention to him anymore.

And many scholars around cast contemptuous and disdainful glances at the splendid scholar.

Zhao Rong, who witnessed all this, slowly stopped and stopped following Mr. Chen.

He stood there and curled his nose, sighed, and put the poetry note in his hand back into Sumeru.