i have a sword fairy

chapter 13

Zhao Rong stopped his movements.

He frowned slightly and looked at the extra spiritual stone beside his hand.

Didn't get it.

"When you go out, you will encounter difficulties. If you can help, you will help."

A dull but deep voice came from behind.

Zhao Rong turned around.

Slightly surprised.

The owner of the voice was the vicious man of prey who was lined up behind him just now!
But at this moment, Zhao Rong only felt that this old man's vicious face was very kind.

Some people are like this. When you haven't spoken to him, you will feel that his face is disgusting and disgusting, but once you have a harmonious communication with him, even if it is just a word, you will feel that he suddenly becomes likable. kiss up.

"It's like making friends with your son."

The sinister man said again.

Zhao Rong raised his brows and wanted to bow, but when he realized that the other party didn't seem to be a scholar, he folded his fists and smiled, "Thank you, brother!"

Sincere expression.

The man of prey also clenched his fists in return.

"Haha." A few spectators sneered, apparently not paying attention to this "meeting by chance" drama.

Seeing someone helping Zhao Rong, Lin Qingxuan's face was gloomy. He squinted and stared at the sullen man. Just as he was about to speak, he stopped and patted the folding fan in the palm of his hand.

That's all, be careful outside, so let's spare this poor person first.

That sullen man is different from Zhao Rong, Lin Qingxuan can see the depth of the latter at a glance, he is a young child without cultivation, while the former, he is somewhat incomprehensible with the cultivation of Fu Yaojing.

Dressed in a capable and powerful suit, with a tall and straight figure, long breathing, and quiet blood, it is likely that he is an accomplished martial artist.

Although the cultivation of the old servant behind him is not low, what if this person is a high-quality martial artist?
Cultivation on the mountain is afraid of "what if".

Thinking of this, Lin Qingxuan's gloomy face suddenly swept away, and he said with a smile:
"It seems that you are lucky. If you don't do anything, someone is willing to give you a bone."

He paused, glanced at the shady man again, and continued.

"Oh, if one bone is not enough, you can come to my son again. This son is very talkative. Seeing that there is no ink in your stomach, it is not difficult for you, as long as you can 'lick' this son to feel comfortable."

After he finished speaking, he shook his fan and walked to the tea room in the lobby without looking back, followed by a few maids.

Only one old servant remained standing in place and continued to line up.

Seeing that the lively master left, the onlookers began to disperse.

Some people shook their heads, feeling that the excitement was interrupted by others, which was not exciting enough.

Some people dismissed it and thought it was ridiculous that the poor scholar kept holding it.

Some people think that the man is nosy and boring.

Zhao Rong ignored them and pushed the Xuanpai and eleven spirit stones in front of the beautiful woman with a flat expression.

"A ferry ticket to Duyou City."

The beautiful woman checked the spirit stone, nodded, and took out a new mysterious plaque from the cabinet and handed it to Zhao Rong.

"There happens to be a ferry going to Duyou City. It has been staying at Longquandu for a few days. It will start again at noon today. Please board the boat on time."

"Right." Zhao Rong took out another silver medal. "Did you Qingfengju sell the ticket for this cross-continental ferry?"

The beautiful woman was quite surprised when she saw the silver medal, it was not cheap.

"Yes, son, this is sold by our Qingfengju to help Weiweishan."

"Is there a time limit for the ticket?"

"No, at any time, as long as there is room in the ferry, you can board with a license."

Zhao Rong nodded and put away the silver medal, and left the counter, but he did not leave immediately, but waited for the sinister man.

Seeing that he had bought the ticket, Zhao Rong stepped forward.

"Thank you for your help just now!"

The sullen man waved his hand and said nothing.

"Under Zhao Rong, the name is Ziyu, I don't know how Xiongtai is called?"

The sullen man hesitated for a moment, then muttered: "Liu Sanbian"

Zhao Rong couldn't help but smile, this name is very particular.

"It's a good name, Zixia said: 'A gentleman has three transformations: looking at his appearance, being gentle, and listening to his words harshly.'"

It means that there are three kinds of changes in the gentleman. From a distance, the gentleman thinks that he is serious and dignified, and when he is close to him, he is gentle, and listening to him is very strict.It is conceivable that the name-holders have expectations for him.

Hearing Zhao Rong's allusion to his name, Liu San, who had always been serious before, smiled, but his expression became more "fierce".

"Little brother just thought about it again, and felt that I was very sorry to receive a spirit stone from my brother."

"My little brother is not talented. I have read a few books of sages and sages, and I have saved some of my own works. I want to send a few poems to my brother to express my gratitude!"

"It's just a spirit stone, it's not worth your son's trouble."

"I think it's worth it!"

After that, Zhao Rong opened the book box without any explanation, and took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from it.

Liu Sanbian hesitated, and seeing Zhao Rong's sincere attitude, he did not refuse.

"Brother, can there be the word "Qingshan" in the poem?"

"Qingshan?"

"Qingshan."

Liu Sanbian smiled again.

……

Qingfengju on the first floor, resting place.

I just watched a lively green girl playing with teacups boredly.

She is a disciple of an immortal family on a nearby mountain. Usually, her master seldom lets her go down the mountain. Today, she can accompany her senior brother to Longquandu to do business. She asked her master for a long time to agree.

When she first arrived at Longquandu, she was new for a while, and then she felt that it was the same.

The lively scene she just watched made her feel very interesting, but the ending was a little boring.

In fact, she secretly supported the mortal scholar in her heart. After all, which woman cultivating on the mountain does not admire and favor a Confucian scholar who is full of talent and knowledge?
At least that's what she thinks, who likes to surreptitiously read novels of talented and beautiful women.

There's not really a woman who doesn't like it, right?No, no, no.

Besides, interacting with scholars’ poems can also promote cultivation and benefit the Dao. I don’t know how many truth-seeking seekers are stuck in the Confucian Haoran Realm. If Jiazi can’t break the Hao Ran Realm, then the Dao is hopeless. The uncle in the door, who has been stuck in awe-inspiring environment for so many years, is now white-haired and pale-faced.

The two Confucian orthodox academies in Wangquezhou attract many people from the mountains and downhills every year, and how many fairies on the mountain are eager to sing poetry with a gentleman of the academy.

A few years ago, in a black market auction house on the mountain, a poem about falling flowers and a state of no self was fired to a sky-high price. Although the Confucian Academy has always strictly prohibited this kind of behavior, it has been banned repeatedly, and the imported poems are still on the black market on the mountain. One of the hottest items.

In contrast to Confucianism, Mohism and Taoism are not so popular among mountain people. Although Tianzhijing and Jindanjing after Haoranjing have a lot of origins with them, compared with Confucian scholars, Mohist rangers are stupid. , Taoist real people are cold and boring.

Moreover, most of the monks who can pass the Haoran Realm are mature and stable, and they will no longer be as impulsive as when their cultivation base is low.

The green-robed girl bit her lip lightly, thinking about these things aimlessly, then she came back to her senses, and glanced at the dingy poor scholar just now.

You're a nerd. When someone bullies you like this, you don't dare to retaliate. It's no wonder you have to bring a fake Linlu Academy flag.

Real readers are definitely not like this.

The girl in green thought to herself.

But suddenly, the girl was a little surprised.

At this moment, she was probably the only one in the entire lobby who noticed the poor scholar out of boredom.

After seeing the scholar talking to the fierce-looking man beside her, she put down the bookcase that she had been carrying, took out paper, ink, pen and inkstone, found a table nearby, and began to spread paper and research ink. , the action is very skillful.

What is he doing?The girl was a little puzzled.

I saw that the poor and sour scholar flicked the blue ribbon that had slipped in front of him behind him, rolled up his sleeves, raised the pen in his right hand, hung his wrist to concentrate, and suddenly started to write, his movements flowing smoothly.

Is he going to write poetry?

The girl glanced at her mouth, but immediately looked strange again.

This poor scholar is obviously flat, but why does his spirit change after holding a pen and writing?It's like. It's like a different person.

The girl suspects that she is delusional.

But before she had time to think about it, her eyes were gradually drawn to the scholar.

slowly.

The girl in green opened her mouth.

The expression solidified.

In the corner of the lobby, the poor and sour scholar was looking attentively, splashing ink and freehand brushwork, and the pen was moving with dragons and snakes. Suddenly, a breeze poured into Qingfengju, sweeping the desk of the scholar, brushing the white paper and black ink.The breeze was blowing, and the black hair of the scholar was blowing, but the strange thing was that the rice paper that was not held down by the ruler was not blown up even a corner by the breeze, and it was lying on the table with a heavy weight.

The girl in green suddenly came back to her senses and walked quickly towards the desk.

"Little Junior Sister, where are you going?" a young man shouted behind her, but in the next second, the young man also realized that something was wrong.

The aura of heaven and earth in the lobby seems to be gradually enriched?

The young man looked suspiciously at the corner of the lobby, which was the direction his little junior sister was walking.

At the same time, there were many other guests in Qingfengju who felt the same abnormality as him.

"Strange, why is there a surge of spiritual energy?"

"Who is it? Who dares to cast spells in Qingfengju?"

"Did your Qingfengju receive another exotic treasure, why is there such a big movement?"

"Hey, what is that scholar doing?!"

Surprised voices rang out in the lobby.

Even the street outside was attracted by the vision and entered the building to explore.

The girl in green ignored the noise behind her. She was the first to come to the book desk. The scholar in front of her had already stopped writing with a smile. She stared at the scholar and the stern-looking man beside him. , and then turned his attention to the sheet of rice paper lying quietly on the desk.

On the paper, I saw a word with dried ink, the name of the word and brand she had never seen before, the calligraphy was powerful, elegant and free and easy, which was pleasing to the eye, but these were not the key, the girl's eyes were all wandered by that word on the paper. streamer attracted.

This is an entry poem!

(End of this chapter)