i have a sword fairy

Chapter 506

"The top priority right now is to run the grand ceremony well, and then... take the opportunity to refine the sword pill..."

"The matter of saving those poor concubines, I have to go later, and then I can stop by Brother Hui for a glass of wine. By the way, those tied up guards have to be released too, so we can't let them starve to death... After finishing these things, you can go back..."

Zhao Rong patted the dew that Liming had condensed on his sleeve, pursed his lips and meditated silently, and then exhaled.

After a while, he returned to the door of his tent.

It's just that when he got here, before the curtain was lifted, Zhao Rong paused.

After a moment of silence, he looked around in the blink of an eye, and there was no one except the early riser sergeant who happened to pass by.

Zhao Rong pushed aside the curtain and entered the tent.

really.

There are two figures of men.

An old warrior with the appearance of a rich man.

A man holding a sword.

The two sat opposite each other, motionless, looking at each other silently, a little staring at each other.

Zhao Rong glanced at it, afraid that one of them would suddenly say "what are you looking at" and "what are you looking at" in the next second, and then make a cracking attack...

But luckily not.

The old warrior named Zhou Dufu seemed to have been waiting here for a long time, and at this time he turned his eyes with Li Bai.

Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze, didn't look at the former, and shouted to the man holding the sword with a smile:

"Good morning, Uncle Bai."

Li Bai grinned and nodded.

Zhou Dufu, who came uninvited, turned his head and glanced at the sword-holding man who had been staring at him all night, and suddenly said:

"Your Excellency, have you also practiced martial arts?"

Li Bai's smile remained unchanged, he turned his head to face Zhou Dufu, and said solemnly: "I am a master of swordsman, you martial artist, don't hit me."

"........."

Wufu Zhou, who looks like a rich man, nodded and smiled innocently.

Zhao Rong stepped forward, took a basin of water to wash his face, then wiped his neck with a towel, returned to the position between Zhou Dufu and Li Bai, and sat down.

After wiping his face again, he put the towel aside, brought a tea set next to him, and started to boil tea slowly.

The young Confucian scholar is skillful in making tea, his movements are meticulous, but he is smooth and smooth, like the clouds rolling and relaxing in the morning.

There is an elegant and unrestrained shadow of a woman in Confucian shirts making tea.

Zhou Dufu stared at his expression the whole time, and now he looked at the young Confucian scholar who was concentrating on the teacup in his hand, and said:

"I'm leaving soon, I'm here to say goodbye to the young master."

As soon as Zhou Dufu finished speaking, a cup of hot tea was handed over to him.

It was the silent Zhao Rong.

He also handed Li Bai a cup.

The old warrior took the teacup and drank it with his head raised, as if replacing wine with tea.

Zhou Dufu returned the wine glass, exhaled, and said: "The first emperor assembled the Dali iron cavalry, set up the western army, and sent me to garrison the three counties in the west, in order to destroy the Great Xiao Dynasty in the west."

The old warrior turned his head and looked outside the tent door.

"If Dali wants to cavalry southward, if he wants to accept half of Lidu as my way to the inner river...you must first flatten the old dynasty Daxiao, which is the most powerful in the surrounding area, but..."

Zhou Dufu turned his head, lowered his head slightly, and patted the dust on the hem of his clothes, "Li Mingyi invited the envoy of Da Xiao to come to Sacrifice Moon Mountain to meet Dugu...for friendship and alliance."

His words fell, and there was a moment of silence in the tent.

A certain young Confucian scholar reached out and handed another cup of hot tea to the old warrior who was about to be pointed at by insiders and outsiders.

The latter took it and still drank with his head raised.

Zhou Dufu put down his teacup, smiled at the silent Zhao Rong:
"Young master's Feng Chan is ready. In the morning, I will stand far away and look at the top of the mountain. After the young master's Feng Chan is finished, I will return to West County immediately. I can't see you off."

Zhao Rong poured himself a cup of tea, drank it, and nodded.

Zhou Dufu looked at the calm expression of the young Confucian scholar for a moment, and after a few breaths, he couldn't help but say in a dark way: "Congratulations, my lord, your cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, and you will be able to enter the class soon."

Zhao Rong, who was listening silently, suddenly picked up the long-mouthed teapot, filled a teacup seventy percent full, lightly touched the cup body with two fingers, and pushed it directly in front of Zhou Dufu.

The next moment, the young Confucian scholar stood up suddenly and left the tent directly.

The man holding the sword who was yawning also took a sip of tea, put down his cup, got up, and followed the former.

Inside the tent, only the old warrior with a slightly dazed expression was left.

With a steaming cup of morning tea, I don't know how to respect and punish.

Zhou Dufu sat alone.

After a while, he picked up the steaming teacup and drank it all for the third time.

Get up and leave.

……

On the way to the tent of Gu Yiwu and other students.

Zhao Rong rubbed his hands. It was cool in the late autumn morning. He took a breath of warm air into his palms, turned his eyes, and looked in the direction of the central tent.

A few days ago, on the way to Mt. Yue, when Zhao Rong took Xiaoqian'er to Yujia to meet the Dugu clan, the group of people in different clothes they met at the door should be envoys from the former enemy Da Xiao.

"An enemy of an enemy is a friend..."

The young Confucian scholar rubbed his face and muttered.

"Hello, Boy Zhao."

At this time, Li Bai, who followed quietly behind him, thought about it with a reflective face, and then called out.

Zhao Rong looked back.

"What do you think of Uncle's clothes?"

Li Bai touched his chin, held the collar of his upper body with his hands, and looked down at the clothes.

Zhao Rong looked at it and couldn't help laughing.

Why did you wear this green dress again?

He was in the tent just now, the lights were not turned on, and he hadn't seen clearly yet.

Now, with the hazy sky and the light of the surrounding torches, I can see clearly.

The sword-holding man held a sword wrapped in white cloth in his hand, and was wearing a bright green sword suit, following the principle of being pure for a peerless master, with green hair oil.

The headscarves that tie her hair are all green without a trace of variegation.

"Ahem, it's pretty good. Why did Uncle Bai think of wearing this outfit today?"

Li Bai always felt that something was wrong, so he looked left and right:
"It's not Xiaoqian'er. I asked her last night what to wear for a formal occasion. It will look solemn and eye-catching. At the same time, it is solemn and unrestrained, highlighting the unique style of a master."

Speaking of this, he sighed and waved his hands, "In the end, she prepared this outfit for me. Last time I bought it in Xingzi Town, she said it was a fashionable color... By the way, is it really suitable to wear today?"

"Ahem." Zhao Rong told himself not to laugh, but to be serious.

He coughed, with a sullen face, looked up and down the man in green with a sword, and stood on the united front with a little girl who was proud of his clothes, "It's suitable, why isn't it suitable?"

Can't help looking again, Zhao Rong hurriedly looked away, coughed and asked solemnly with both hands: "After the ceremony, Uncle Xiaobai, do you want to go to other formal occasions?"

Li Bai withdrew his eyes from the green clothes in confusion, thought for a while, and nodded, "Almost, I want to meet a girl who has power, power, people, land, and money, the kind who has a big family and a big business." .”

Zhao Rong smiled when he heard the words, good guy, where is this stack of Bafu?

The man holding the sword scratched his head, sighed, and added: "And he is very powerful, very arrogant to men, all the women in their family have this problem, no matter how big or small, she is the one who takes the lead even more, please come and meet me It's really not easy..."

The man murmured, shaking his head.

Zhao Rong asked curiously: "Oh? Uncle Bai is going to talk about business?"

Li Bai held his sword in his arms, nodded and smiled brightly, "Yes, I went to talk about business cooperation on behalf of Qinglianju, isn't this because I want to lose the momentum of our family? Last time we met, I was overwhelmed by this old lady. This time I have to come back to town!"

"It turned out to be a town hall, so we really need to pay attention to this."

Zhao Rong stretched out his hand to touch his chin, thought for a moment, then nodded affirmatively:

"Then this outfit is right, Qian'er still has a good eye, Uncle Bai, just imagine, you are wearing a flowing green dress, standing alone in the cold wind of this bleak autumn day, holding your sword and holding your head high, with your green sleeves fluttering , suddenly it is the most beautiful touch of color in this autumn, the scenery is hard to lose sight, full of liveliness and high-spirited vitality..."

"Who dares to ignore it? This green color is so conspicuous and dazzling. As long as the eyes are not bad, outsiders will be shocked when they first glance at it. No matter how arrogant and powerful she is, I can't help but look at you for a second time... What are you, the protagonist of the audience?"

Zhao Rong was serious, with a firm tone, "There is no doubt that he is a master."

Li Bai: "..."

He tightened the sword in his arms, half-believing and said: "Why do you feel that what you and Xiaoqian'er said are somewhat similar..."

"Where is it similar?"

Li Bai thought about it seriously, then nodded, "The tone is a bit indecent... You didn't lie to Uncle, Uncle trusts you so much."

The man holding the sword was a little melancholy, he sighed: "Especially Xiao Qian'er, who loves her so much."

"How come, it's all the truth."

Zhao Rong interrupted the next sentence miraculously, without blinking his eyes.

He tacitly communicated with Xiao Qian'er on some matters, and then persuaded Li Bai with a sincere face.

In the end, it seemed that he wanted to snatch the green clothes from the man holding the sword and wear them.

Li Bai frowned, and when he heard the end, he questioned his soul, "Wait, why aren't you wearing green today?"

If this son dressed like this, it would probably make Xiaoqian'er and Qingdai laugh to death...

Zhao Rong complained in his heart, frowned slightly, shook his head and sighed: "I think so too, but according to the rules, I have to wear the sacrificial attire honestly, and I can't amaze the audience with Uncle Bai. It's a pity."

Li Bai looked at his expression, nodded slowly, stroked his chin and fell into deep thought...

A moment later, the green man holding a sword was full of energy, gearing up, and waved his hand:
"It's okay, I'll be an uncle to help you wear it today. Hmph, let's find a space first, and don't be discouraged. When you have a chance, we will wear it together!"

"Well, it's a deal!"

The two men, one big and one small, reached a high degree of agreement and left with satisfaction.

……

Zhao Rong took Li Bai, first went to find Gu Yiwu, and then went to meet other students.

In the big tent, Zhao Rong didn't talk nonsense, and directly repeated his new arrangement to them.

After the students heard about it...

"What, Ziyu, you have to change the important ceremony of reporting meritorious service to heaven and earth! The Temple of Heaven and the Temple of Earth, you have to change both?!"

Gu Yiwu was surprised, and his tone was a bit inconceivable.

All the students also looked at each other in blank dismay.

Mostly people think...he's crazy.

Zhao Rong nodded calmly.

Gu Yiwu stared wide-eyed at the gradually brightening sky.

"No, it's about to start, why change it temporarily, I don't think it was very good before..."

"But it's not good enough." Zhao Rong interrupted: "So we have to start changing immediately, the time is tight, I don't have time to talk! Come with me."

The young Confucian scholar did what he said, and took the lead to leave the big tent directly, acting vigorously and resolutely.

Gu Yiwu choked his mouth, seeing this, he had no choice but to swallow his words, and followed them out with everyone.

The young Confucian scholar took the lead, followed by everyone, and walked quickly to the Dongshan Ditan together.

Along the way, I met some Dali officials greeting the female officials of the Lefang Division. Zhao Rong, who was walking in the front, ignored them and stared at the front without turning his eyes.

Everyone looked sideways in surprise.

Behind the young Confucian scholars.

Gu Yiwu and the students who were also puzzled looked at each other.

He frowned, and tried to ask: "Ziyu, are we making too much of a fuss? The big ceremony is about to start, and it is easy to make mistakes if you change the order."

Zhao Rong shook his head vigorously, "No, on the contrary, we were too lazy and careless before, almost as expected by that leisurely Mr. Meng, we fell short and returned in a hurry..."

Gu Yiwu was taken aback for a moment, clenched his fist and said, "Ziyu. You mean..."

Zhao Rong nodded and didn't mention it any more. After all, he is the teacher of the academy.

The young Confucian scholar suddenly stopped, turned his head, and glanced at the students one by one. They trusted him and walked here with him.

"Gentlemen, this time, I was negligent before. This time, I want to hold a perfect Fengchan ceremony! Gentlemen, please help me!"

Everyone stared blankly at the young Confucian scholar who had never looked so serious before.

Some students who just woke up and felt drowsy also woke up and stared at him intently...

Gu Yiwu pursed his lower lip, "Ziyu, it's not that I said something frustrating on purpose, in fact, I always thought that no matter how we change it, the result should be the same... Could it really cause the phenomenon of heaven and earth?"

They are students who have just started learning etiquette. It is estimated that even if Meng Xuezheng does it lightly, there is no guarantee that it will trigger the vision of heaven and earth...

The burly Confucian scholar joked in his tone, but the young Confucian scholar did not follow suit.

Zhao Rong looked at Gu Yiwu intently, his hands dropped naturally, and he didn't touch the things in his sleeves.

He was empty-handed, but he stood there, facing the frustrated students.

"I can't guarantee that."

He shook his head.

"I can only promise that I will try my best to do it. This is the promise I made to you before I left the mountain. Maybe you have forgotten it. It's just a momentary enthusiasm."

Gu Yiwu and others were silent:
Zhao Rong's eyes swept over everyone's faces one by one.

Then, he lowered his head, rolled up his sleeves, and couldn't see his expression, only heard a soft voice:

"But I haven't forgotten, I always remember, and the enthusiasm is still there, drinking ice is not cold."

Gu Yiwu and some students couldn't help but look moved.

The man with bowed head was slender and continued to speak calmly:
"During the days when I went down the mountain, I experienced many things, but no matter how many things happened, I didn't forget the purpose of my original decision to go down the mountain..."

He raised his head suddenly, "I'm going to slap her hard in the face, and lead you to use the most magnificent gift to crush this little gift that Mr. Yiyi cares about, a little gift with arrogance and prejudice!"

The words that reverberate around are not sonorous and forceful, but they are clear and unwavering.

The gaze that looked directly at the students was also unwavering.

Someone was stunned.

Someone averts their eyes.

Some people bowed their heads in shame.

In the end, when Zhao Rong suddenly turned around and walked silently towards the distant altar...

A footstep.

Two footsteps.

Three footsteps...

One after another footsteps sounded, and the direction was surprisingly consistent.

This time, no one hesitated and flinched.

All the students silently followed the young Confucian scholar's back, and went forward!
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