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Chapter 407 It's hard for me to help you with this little thing
In Xingzi Town at night, the bustling dissipated.

It's a time of complete silence.

It's just that at the port of a certain cliff on the west side of the town, there is a sea of ​​clouds ferry about twenty feet away, moving slowly, and taking off with its sails.

In the vision of some monks in the town who were admiring the night or were about to go home, the hull of this sea of ​​clouds ferry was raised, with a round and yellowish bright moon in the background.

It's like sailing to the moon palace.

What these passers-by don't know is that there are very few passengers on this cloud sea ferry, because the distinguished guests on it are indeed extremely expensive in Dali...

In the middle of the deck, a thin old man with a fairy bone and purple gold eyes, glanced at the back of the tall and majestic man in the blue satin python robe standing on the bow.

The Prince Regent of Dali, who spoke very little tonight, stood with his hands behind his back, and seemed to be looking down at Xingzi Town below, wondering what he was thinking.

The thin old man who is the owner of Ziwei Pavilion, one of the largest fairy families in Nanxing County, has an equally thin figure behind him.

However, it was a young man, with a weak appearance, wearing plain clothes, but his face did not match the emaciation and weakness.

Red and swollen like a pig's head.

The weak man was holding a glowing night pearl in his hand, rolling it back and forth to apply to the bloated wound on his face. At this time, the swelling had subsided a lot, and his face could be seen clearly.

If a certain Zhao Rong, who was worrying about the second lady, was present at this time, he would have recognized this person at a glance and blurted out the phrase "Master with Kidney Deficiency".

Chen Er, the owner of Ziwei Pavilion, withdrew his gaze, turned his head, glanced at the youngest son, turned around and walked directly towards the stern.

Young Master Shenxu shook his head, glanced at the regent at the bow of the boat who had set up a trap tonight, turned around and followed his father.

On the deck at the stern, Chen Er narrowed his eyes and looked at the ground below, and said softly: "Well, you did a good job tonight."

Being praised by the old man, Mr. Shenxu slumped his shoulders, lowered his head, nodded slightly, and then silently rolled the night pearl on his face.

"Hey." Chen Er sighed, turned his head and patted the shoulder of this very valued son, "It's hard for you, go back and have a good rest, the prince will reward you tomorrow."

If there are monks from Nanxing County present at this time, they will be very surprised, after all, this scene is very inconsistent with everyone's previous impressions.

Right now, Ziweige Chen Er turned around and wanted to leave.

The young master Shenxu who was really weak tonight suddenly spoke with a hoarse voice, "Father, why...why is it Senior Sister Su?"

He plucked up his courage and said: "Senior Sister Su is a rare cultivator in our Ziwei Pavilion, and you also value her very much. Given time, maybe you can lead our Ziwei Pavilion to a new height. Could it be... just give it to others as a wedding dress! "

Chen Er turned to look at him and said nothing.

Young Master Shenxu couldn't help but said: "There are other female monks in Ziwei Pavilion who can replace her and give it to that weird Confucian scholar tonight. Why did you choose her? Could it be... Could it be that the prince insisted on choosing..."

As he spoke, his voice became smaller and smaller, and then he hung his head and said to himself: "Okay."

Chen Er shook his head suddenly, "No, the lord let the old man decide."

The kid with kidney deficiency opened his eyes, "Father, you..."

The emaciated old man with fluttering sleeves on the deck nodded calmly, "Yeah."

"Father, are you afraid that she will compete with me for the position of Pavilion Master in the future? I really don't want to be the Pavilion Master. Senior Sister Su is better than me and is more suitable for this position..."

Chen Er suddenly interrupted: "Well, you are greedy for her body and let her be the pavilion master. You want to be the pavilion master's husband in the future."

Young Master Shenxu: "..."

Chen Er suddenly narrowed his eyes and said, "You can't grasp it."

Young Master Shenxu, who was told by his father, said, "What... I can't grasp it."

Chen Er turned to ask: "Has Su Qingdai ever had affection or hints for you?"

Young Master Shenxu's tone was hoarse, and the more he spoke, the more lonely he became:

"No. Senior Sister Su should have seen that I was in Zangfeng, but with her talent... she should be dismissive. She is already at the top among the younger generation on our Dali Mountain. Maybe she is very good at Ziwei Pavilion. I am not even interested in the position of the master, she should go to a bigger world..."

He murmured: "Actually, it's not like this to me alone. Senior Sister Su has always been very cold-tempered. She doesn't talk much and walks alone. Many brothers and sisters in our pavilion are ignored by her. Senior Sister Su Just like the pure and pure fairy in the moon palace, who can win her favor, she has such a temperament... not just mine..."

Chen Er calmly looked at this young son who was infatuated and hesitant in terms of feelings, and interrupted:
"Look at your bewitched appearance. Let me ask you, how many suitors Su Qingdai has had over the years."

Young Master Shenxu turned his eyes away and sighed: "There are many, many people. Many people like Senior Sister Su, Senior Brother Zeng, Senior Brother Yue and Senior Brother Qin in our pavilion... There are even a few core disciples from Beichen Hall next door. As for those outside, just More..."

Chen Er snorted coldly, "Aren't they all similar to you? Su Qingdai didn't have any contact with them, but she still fascinated you all, turning each one into seeds of infatuation, and the result is unrequited love like an idiot! "

Young Master Shenxu hesitated to speak, but there was nothing to refute, and he remained silent.

This old immortal who has been famous in Lidi for many years squinted his eyes and said: "You are also involved in what happened tonight, and you can see it clearly. Do you feel that Su Qingdai is a little strange? In front of that Mr. Zhao, it is a bit different from when he was in front of you in the past. no the same?"

Young Master Shenxu's face turned pale, and when he thought of what happened in the Zuixian Tower tonight, he seemed to have been taken out of his soul. At this moment, he leaned on the railing and took a deep breath before he finally recovered.

It's just that his heart still twitched from time to time.

Sending away the senior sister who had been secretly in love for many years, he was the one who took the initiative to assist. Master Shenxu felt the pain of heart palpitations, his teeth were about to be crushed, but he could only swallow it.

At this moment, from the stern of the ferry soaring through the clouds, in the night wind that leaked through the rune restriction, came the voice of an old man with purple golden eyes:

"Have you not seen through some things? The seeds of infatuation? They are clearly a group of fools."

This frivolous and pointless remark made the pale-faced young master Shenxu stunned, he was not stupid at all, "Wh...what..."

Chen Er looked at him and remained silent for a while.

As a result, the atmosphere between the father and son on the deck was silent for a while, as if the air had been frozen.

a moment.

Young Master Shenxu broke the silence without giving up.

He gritted his teeth and said: "No, Senior Sister Su is like this, don't blame her! Her parents and members of the Su clan fell into the hands of Zhou Dufu. The kindness of the Su family to her is well known. Senior Sister Su...she is cold on the outside and hot on the inside. She is a person who values ​​love, neither you nor the prince can help her, she grabbed a life-saving straw in desperation and believed in the so-called true son, this... this is understandable!"

Chen Er frowned and looked at the somewhat mad young son.

Young Master Shenxu said while he was talking, he put his hands on his chest again, and said with a broken heart:

"Father, are you really unable to save Mrs. Su? Even you can't, so Mr. Zhao can really do it? Rather than miss Senior Sister Su, Dad, you... you might as well help the child when you were supporting the spirit. , Tell Senior Sister Su, I... I am the right one! Why can't you help the child."

The fairy-like old man with purple golden pupils had deep decree lines on his face, and he looked at Young Master Shenxu silently with deep eyes.

This gloomy appearance made the latter wake up suddenly, a little panicked.

Chen Er suddenly said:
"Have you forgotten the golden words left by our ancestors?"

Young master Shenxu froze for a moment.

But soon, the voice of the old man continued to come faintly:
"Remember, in Lidi, the more beautiful and handsome a woman is, the more dangerous she is... This is a lesson like Lidi's blood."

Young Master Shenxu's blue and white lips squirmed.

The Ziwei pavilion owner's pupils are deep: "Although the old man's Taoism can't see through anything, this Su Qingdai is definitely not as simple as you imagined, and the water in Dali now... is very deep.

"Just don't mention you, this worthless bear, such a little bit of knowledge is unable to grasp this woman, after you go back, you will continue to hide Zangfeng for me. The current situation is already very good for us Not only did she express her sincerity and loyalty to the prince, but she also let Ziwei Pavilion just throw away Su Qingdai's troublesome burden.

"Phew~ let that unlucky Mr. Zhao take over, but don't let this aunt come back again... Hey, who knows how frightened I am when she stays in the pavilion for so many years!"

Young Master Shenxu's body trembled unconsciously, and at a certain moment, his spirit completely collapsed.

After the shock, he completely gave up.

……

In an open-air restaurant.

Zhao Rong glanced at the old horse brought by Zhou Dufu not far away, and suddenly said:
"The old general came alone?"

Zhou Dufu turned his head and glanced at Hanjing's direction, and nodded: "If you bring more people, the empress in the palace will probably not be able to sleep."

Zhao Rong didn't answer, but shook his head and sighed.

Zhou Dufu raised his brows and asked cooperatively: "My lord, what are you sighing for?"

There is a young Confucian scholar who is a beautiful fairy in Ziwei Pavilion and Xiaoniao Yiren beside him. At this time, his tone is a little regretful:
"I heard that the old general has a very good relationship with Beichen Palace... Well, there are no fairies and beauties in Beichen Palace? You can bring them to play together."

Zhou Dufu: "..."

The open-air restaurant is a little quiet.

The rich old man and a group of students looked at someone who was crazily hinting in silence.

Zhao Rong waved his hand and said, "It doesn't mean anything else, I just want to get to know each other."

Get to know each other, chat and get to know each other?
The atmosphere during the banquet became even more dead silent.

In terms of embarrassing the audience, Zhao Rong has never let them down.

At this moment, the demure and gentle Su Qingdai supported Zhao Rong's arm, straightened her waist, leaned into his ear, and whispered a "whisper" that was heard by the audience:
"Ziyu, I know a little bit about Beichen Temple. Most of them are male monks, and they are all boring men. There are no outstanding female monks."

She breathed out like blue, and she didn't mind the other women who were eating from the bowl and looking at the pot she was attached to.

Zhao Rong, who was playing the role of a lustful and cunning greedy Confucian scholar, tilted his head slightly, and his ears were separated from her vermilion lips that were close at hand.

Su Qingdai was not annoyed either, her beautiful eyes were sparkling.

With green eyebrows like Dai, she was looking up at his face, whispering:
"Actually, on the mountain in Dali, I... I also know a few good fairies, or... I will introduce you later."

Ok?Zhao Rong opened his eyes slightly, and finally couldn't help turning his head to look at her, tongue-tied.

There is such a good thing?Outrageous... No, it's sensible!
It is very in line with the role identity he is pretending to be now.

Zhao Rong calmly gave Xiao Qian'er, who was quietly counting, a reassuring look, um, playing on the spot.

Subsequently.

"Oh?" The young Confucian scholar pinched the wine glass with two fingers, raised his eyebrows frivolously, raised one hand, squeezed Su Qingdai's sharp little chin, and raised her beautiful face.

Looking at the upturned and charming beauty, he chuckled, "I didn't hurt you for nothing."

Su Qingdai smiled slightly, her eyes narrowed.

"Your reward." Zhao Rong leaned forward the wine glass in his hand, moved it to her rouge-stained lips, and took a sip of the wine.

After Su Qingdai took a sip, she took the cup very sensiblely, and went to refill it for him, without looking at Xiao Qian'er.

Zhao Rong turned his head and continued to persevere:

"Old general, do you have any excellent juniors to support? In fact, you can bring them together, especially interesting beauties and the like. They are all friends, and your juniors are the next juniors. It is duty-bound to support the juniors. Regarding matters, I can also help to give pointers.”

Are you sure it's just 'pointing'?Damn, you are a scholar, why are you more prodigal than when I was young...

Zhou Dufu couldn't help but looked at Zhao Rong again, and kept his mouth shut.

He took another sip of muffled wine, coughed and shook his head, "Sorry Mr. Zhao, no."

It seemed that the tone of voice was a bit dry, after this rich man-like warrior paused, he couldn't help but say:
"My lord, I have already invited you to drink with everyone, and I also agreed to the request of Fairy Su beside you. By the way, aren't we already friends now?"

Zhao Rong looked at Zhou Dufu expressionlessly.

Good guy, I want to buy this young master over a table of wine!And it's not flower wine.

He sighed and said nothing, but the meaning was obvious:
It's hard for me to help you with this little thing.

The rich old man looked a little helpless, he thought for a while, straightened his face, reached into his sleeve, and groped.

Amidst countless gazes, Zhou Dufu took out a booklet with a blue cover, and handed it to Zhao Rong silently.

The pages of the book are a little yellowed and old, and the corners are still rolled up old.

Zhao Rong flipped through it curiously, and his eyes lit up immediately.

He, who is also a martial artist, saw the familiar words above, and immediately recognized them.

nice one.

to him.

In the next second, the young Confucian scholar pulled the arm held by the stunning woman next to him, rubbed his hands with a bright smile, and said enthusiastically:
"The general is out of touch now. If you have anything to say between friends, you can say it as much as you want, no matter how polite you are."

With a 'blaming' tone, he stuffed the blue booklet into his arms.

Zhou Dufu and the others: "..."

(End of this chapter)