i have a sword fairy

Chapter 150 Mr. Chen

It was autumn not long ago.

But the sun at noon was still scorching hot. Fortunately, Duyou City stood by the sea.

From time to time, the North Sea sent a burst of cool sea breeze, such an alternation of hot and cold, but it is also a strange feeling.

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

Soon.

I saw that the noisy and crowded crowd in front of us gradually separated, as if a ferry boat was passing by.

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

He was about 40 years old, with a kind face, a long beard, and black hair all draped behind his back. He was wearing a double-breasted wide shirt with only a long belt tied around his waist casually, and clogs on his feet.

Zhao Rong was quite surprised by this undressed outfit, with his breasts exposed and his breasts exposed, similar to that of a celebrity in Zhongnan.

In his impression, most of the Confucian academies should be serious and dignified, similar to the image of a meticulous master, but the chic attire of Mr. Chen, who is sought after by many scholars, broke Zhao Rong's stereotyped impression.

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

Mr. Chen held an ink-colored flagon in one hand and a stack of rolled paper manuscripts in the other, striding forward, surrounded by scholars and following him, talking in a hurry.

But Mr. Chen kept smiling kindly and didn't reply.

When someone wanted to pick up his jug and help him drink, he waved his hand and refused.

Many scholars also handed over some papers for poems, and he would take them one by one, roll them up in the stack of papers in his hand, and take them away together.

Mr. Chen walked towards the restaurant without stopping.

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

At this moment, seeing Mr. Chen approaching him, Zhao Rong couldn't help but cleared his throat, and replayed the carefully selected poems in his heart.

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

Zhao Rongmo calculated the distance, when it was only a few steps away from him.

Zhao Rong suddenly said loudly:
"A jug of wine among the flowers, alone..."

But at this moment, before Zhao Rong could finish the last sentence "drinking alone without a blind date", his voice was interrupted.

In other words, he was not interrupted, and he actually chanted, but he was drowned in the sound waves.

Deafening noises suddenly sounded near Zhao Rong.

"Lanling Fine Wine Tulip..."

"Advise you, Jin Quxi..."

"Drink fine wine..."

The corners of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, and he looked around, only to see that the scholars who had enjoyed the cool air in the bamboo forest with him had long since lost their previous resting attitudes, but each of them, like Zhao Rong, spoke loudly when Mr. Chen passed by. read poetry.

Especially the brother who was a few steps away from Zhao Rong was reading poetry with a roar.

Zhao Rong gasped.

The brother's sudden yelling just now nearly deafened his ears. The most speechless thing is that Zhao Rong didn't hear a word of what he was yelling...

At this moment.

Faced with the scene that his arrival made a group of long-awaited scholars scrambling to read poems, Mr. Chen passed by without the slightest surprise.

The group of scholars following him were not surprised when they saw this situation. They probably saw this kind of routine a lot, or...Zhao Rong's behavior was left over from their play?

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

Zhao Rong watched Mr. Chen and the others pass by him without stopping for a moment, and immediately became anxious, and hurriedly continued to read aloud the poem he had carefully selected to persuade him to drink.

but.

As soon as his voice left his mouth, it was drowned in the chaotic waves, without stirring up a wave.

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

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

Mr. Chen has gone far away, can you fucking stop yelling, my ears are almost ringing!
It's a pity that he didn't pay any attention to him at all, and was still screaming desperately at himself.

I don't know what to shout about...

Zhao Rong hurriedly covered his ears and ran after Mr. Chen.

Without even thinking about it, he was ashamed to join the trailing crowd that he had shaken his head and sighed in silent contempt not long ago.

Zhao Rong pushed forward desperately.

However, those scholars around him who looked very frail at first did not know where they were monsters and ghosts. Since the martial arts physique of Zhao Rongdeng Tianjing Zhenyi period couldn't squeeze them, they were almost squeezed by the people behind. go back...

Zhao Rong admitted that he really never expected this situation, but...

Zhao Rong gritted his teeth, forced his mouth to one side, and let out a sneer.

Fortunately, my son saved a hand early.

He flipped his hand to take it out of the Sumeru, and there was an extra piece of poetry in his hand.

Zhao Rong stopped, took a deep breath, escaped from the following crowd, sprinted to one side, turned around the curved line to save the country, and turned to the road ahead of Mr. Chen, ready to pass the poem in his hand with burning eyes.

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

Mr. Chen, who had been accepting papers from scholars all the time before, suddenly paused, did not raise his hand to pick up the folded piece of poetry paper, ignored the beautiful scholar, and continued to smile without saying a word. Move forward.

Seeing this, Jinxiu scholar looked anxiously, looked left and right, gritted his teeth, and hurried up again, but when he squeezed next to Mr. Chen again, he suddenly unfolded the piece of paper in his hand.

In an instant.

The hundreds of meters around are filled with a mellow wine fragrance, which is intoxicating.

I saw bursts of visions appearing on the unfolded poem.

At this time, enter the poetry.

The Jinxiu scholar handed over the poem again with a smile on his face.

just.

Mr. Chen still didn't pay attention, and even the amiable smile on his face disappeared slowly. He quickened his pace and walked towards the wine shop that was getting faster and faster.

But the splendid scholar was chasing after him.

"Mr. Chen, please stop! This is Xiaosheng's clumsy work after hearing about Mr.'s deeds a few days ago, but I still feel that there are many shortcomings. Please trouble Mr. to correct it. Xiaosheng is grateful..."

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

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

All this happened in a moment, before Zhao Rongqing waited for it to happen.

The Jinxiu scholar, who was a hundred meters away, was sweating profusely and looked terrified.

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

And many scholars around cast contemptuous and disdainful glances at that Jinxiu scholar.

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

He stood on the spot, twisted his nose, sighed, and put the poem in his hand back into Xumiwu.

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