Zhao Rong was sad and indignant to find that he had practiced hard for so long, but he still couldn't pull Su Xiaoxiao.

"Let go! a lot of people are watching!" Zhao Rong gritted his teeth and said in a low voice.

"Please don't go, it's none of your business, when the quarrel is over, let's leave quickly." The little fox demon wrinkled his little face and looked at him with blank eyes.

Zhao Rong looked at the familiar scene in front of him speechlessly, looked left and right in embarrassment, hurriedly let go of his hand, and didn't dare to pull it anymore, in case it was the same as last time, the robe was torn by this aunt, and this time it was still in public...... He is expected to die socially.

Zhao Rong withdrew his hand, with a straight face, and his tone was serious: "Let go!"

Su Xiaoxiao looked at him with pity, but saw that he was unmoved, and his eyes were firm.

She bowed her head slightly, not daring to look at him, and slowly let go of her jade hand, and her plain white robe escaped from between her fingers.

Zhao Rong's heart softened when he saw this, but he had more important things to do now, and said in a soothing tone: "I'm sorry, go back and wait for me." ”

After speaking, he turned around and walked away under the gaze of thousands of people.

Behind him, Su Xiaoxiao stood in place and bowed his head and stood silently for a while, and at a certain moment, he suddenly puffed out his mouth, and his crystal fox eyes, which were as narrow as stars, narrowed slightly, and looked up at the man's slender and emaciated back.

Was it the same when he came out to save me on the ferry? That's what my grandmother said...... Are some men ridiculous and cute "childish"?

In the next second, the little fox demon moved, but instead of returning to the crowd, he walked forward, ignoring the gazes cast from all directions, and followed the man.

Zhao Rong didn't care about Su Xiaoxiao behind him, he came to Liuyi Jushi and the others, and was about to speak, when he was suddenly pulled aside by Lin Wenruo.

Lin Wenruo shook his head at Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong said in a low voice: "Lin Wenruo, if you pretend to be a fucking fart, can't you be a little cowardly? Stay in the green mountains, not afraid of no firewood, what are you pretending to kill yourself?"

Lin Wenruo looked at him wordlessly.

Zhao Rong immediately turned his head to the Liuyi monk and said, "I'm sorry, old man, can you change the last bet Wen Ruo just said......

After that, he took out an origami paper from his arms, gently rested it on the table beside him, and said, "Can you use this ......?"

"No!" Kiyoko interrupted.

"It doesn't matter what you take out in exchange, you can't do it! I talked about gambling with his dog's life! If you want to go back, then don't gamble, and today's Confucianism and Taoism debate will be canceled. ”

Qingjingzi stared coldly at the silent Lin Wenruo.

When the person in front of him returned to China, he treated him very well, prepared a priceless bride price, married his daughter to him, and helped him spread his reputation everywhere and paved the way for his career.

The result?

It turned out that he had harbored evil intentions for a long time, and he was an immature white-eyed wolf, just like his restless father.

It turned out that when he first returned to China, he discussed with the monarch to directly give him a high position, but he found an excuse to shirk it, started from scratch, participated in the imperial examination, and entered the court step by step.

It's really wolf ambition, your Lanxi Lin clan is a dog I raised, seeing that you have been obedient and docile all these years, I untied some dog chains, but I really never expected that I would be bitten by you now!

Thinking of this, the national teacher Qingjingzi moved his nose, and the beads in his hand were turned faster.

After being decisively refused, Zhao Rong took a deep breath and glanced at Lin Wenruo.

The latter gave him a look of "it's okay, don't care about the bets, we can win", then shook his head slightly and told him to leave quickly.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and did not respond, but suddenly turned his head and stared straight at Qingjingzi, his eyes looking at him unscrupulously.

Zhao Rong's gaze looked at Qingjingzi from head to toe, and glanced at his Yellow Purple Country master robe, which had been passed down for thousands of years in the Zhongnan Kingdom or in Chongxuguan, as well as ...... The string of beads he was holding in his hand.

The heart of the Purple Gold Furnace is in it!

Zhao Rong looked at it so closely at this time, and found that the number of beads in this string of beads was extremely large, and at first counting, it should be eighty-one, symbolizing the number of eighty-one and ninety-nine pure yang of the Dao ancestor.

And each bead has a different color and different material, according to Gui, the heart of the furnace made of Kui Niu Demon Pill is one of the black beads.

But there were several black beads inside, and Zhao Rong couldn't tell which one it was for a while, and he didn't have time to ask Gui at this time, but he sighed in his heart about Gui's divine sense.

Zhao Rong's gaze was presumptuous.

Qingjingzi twisted his eyebrows, stopped the flowing beads of his right hand, and finally saw Zhao Rong's gaze downward, staring straight at his abdomen - where his right hand was placed, Qingjingzi suddenly remembered the elegant things that were popular in the circle of celebrities in the southern country, and his face turned dark.

Qingjingzi flicked his sleeves and scolded, "Shaft, don't be presumptuous!"

After speaking, he turned to the old man who was quietly drinking and watching: "Layman, don't pay attention to the nonsense of these laymen, let's start talking quickly." ”

It's just that as soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Rong bowed his hand to the Liuyi monk and said respectfully: "Please wait a little longer, old gentleman." ”

The old man shook the wine gourd, lowered his head and sniffed at the mouth of the gourd, and said in a leisurely tone, "Hurry up, don't delay time." ”

Zhao Rong responded.

Qingjingzi's expression was slightly cold, and he tilted his head and squinted at Zhao Rong.

Lin Wenruo watched from the sidelines, not knowing what his friend was going to do.

Su Xiaoxiao stood quietly one step behind Zhao Rong, tilting her little head, staring at his side face, her mind all tied to him.

Zhao Rong ignored the gazes of the audience, looked up and down again, and said curiously: "Excuse me, who are you?"

Qingjingzi immediately clenched the beads in his hand, and there was a chill in his eyes, but under the gaze of so many people at the scene, he still replied, and his tone was indifferent.

"Zhongnan National Teacher, Qingjingzi. ”

Zhao Rong ignored him, but pointed at Qingjingzi, turned his head to Lin Wenruo and asked, "What this guy said is true?"

Lin Wenruo raised his eyebrows, glanced at Zhao Rong's expression, and nodded.

Zhao Rong's face was abrupt, "It turns out that this guy is Qingjingzi, you are the national teacher of the South Country ......"

The next second.

The ordinary-looking young Confucian suddenly smiled brightly at Qingjingzi, showed his white teeth, and said sincerely: "Excuse me, are you worthy?"

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

Qingjingzi squinted his eyes, licked his lips, did not speak, and stared at this Confucian whose cultivation was five realms different from him.

Zhao Rong said loudly: "The kid is shallow, but he also knows that the national teacher, the teacher of a country, is not Delong Wangzun, and the person with high talent and clean cannot be allowed to do it." ”

After speaking, the young Confucian took a closer look at the current Zhongnan National Master in front of him from top to bottom, sighed, and said sincerely: "I'm sorry, the kid still thinks you are unworthy!"

Qingjingzi took a deep breath, her nose trembled, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she finally squeezed out a sentence from her tightly pursed lips: "The vertical son is bold, reckless and rude!"

"What are you talking about, louder, haven't you eaten?" Zhao Rong listened attentively, and then shook his head.

Seeing that the hatred was almost gone, the young Confucian restrained his expression, looked around, stretched out an index finger, pointed at the Yellow Purple Taoist priest who was eager to eat him not far away, and said calmly:

"I bet with you, win, take off your national teacher costume and give me to wear. ”