i have a sword fairy

Chapter 72 I Bet With You
Zhao Rong was dismayed to find that he had practiced hard for so many days, but he still couldn't get enough of Su Xiaoxiao.

"Let go! Many people are watching!" Zhao Rong gritted his teeth and whispered.

"Please don't go, it's none of your business, we'll leave soon after the quarrel is over." The little fox demon frowned and looked at him eagerly.

Zhao Rong looked at the familiar scene in front of him with a speechless expression, looked around in embarrassment, and hurriedly let go of his hands, not daring to pull any more. It's still in the public eye...he will probably die socially.

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

Su Xiaoxiao looked at him pitifully, but saw that he was unmoved, her eyes firm.

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

Zhao Rong's heart softened when he saw this, but he has more important things to do now, so he said softly: "Sorry, go back and wait for me."

After speaking, he turned and walked away in the eyes of thousands of people.

Behind him, Su Xiaoxiao stood in the same place and bowed his head for a while. At a certain moment, he suddenly puffed out his mouth, narrowed his fox eyes as narrow as a star, and looked up at the slender and thin back of the man.

He stood up on the ferry to save me, wasn't that the case?Is this the "childishness" that my grandmother said...some men are ridiculous and cute?

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

Zhao Rong didn't take care of Su Xiaoxiao who was behind him. He came to the Liuyi layman and the others. Just as he was about to speak, Lin Wenruo suddenly pulled him aside.

Lin Wenruo shook his head at Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong said in a low voice, "Lin Wenruo, can't you be a little bit cowardly by pretending to be a motherfucker? If you keep the green hills, you won't be afraid of running out of firewood, so what are you pretending to be?"

Lin Wenruo looked at him speechlessly.

Zhao Rong immediately turned his head and said to the Liuyi layman: "Sorry, old man, can you change the last bet that Wen Ruo just said..."

After that, he took out a piece of origami from his arms, placed it lightly on the table beside him, and said, "Can you use this song..."

"No!" Qing Jingzi interrupted.

"It doesn't matter what you take out in exchange for it! It was agreed to gamble with his dog's life! If you want to go back on it, then don't gamble. Today's debate between Confucianism and Taoism will be cancelled."

Qing Jingzi stared coldly at the silent Lin Wenruo.

When the man in front of him returned to China, how kindly he treated him, he was preparing a priceless betrothal gift, marrying his daughter to him, and helping him spread his reputation everywhere and pave the way for his career.

The results of it?
It turned out that he had long harbored evil intentions, and he was an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf, just like his restless father.

It turned out that when he first returned to the country, he and the monarch discussed directly giving 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. , but I didn't expect that he was doing it for the current backlash, to prevent the instability of the foundation from being found by himself.

What a wolf's ambition, you Lanxi Lin is a dog that I raised. Seeing that you have been obedient and docile all these years, I have only loosened the dog's chain. I never expected that it would be bitten by you now!

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

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

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

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and didn't respond, but suddenly turned his head and stared straight at Qing Jingzi, his eyes scrutinized unscrupulously.

Zhao Rong's eyes looked at Qing Jingzi from head to foot, and glanced at his yellow and purple robe, which had been passed down for thousands of years in Zhongnan Kingdom or Chongxu Temple, and... the string of beads in his hand.

The heart of Ting Ni Zijin Furnace is in it!

Zhao Rong looked at it at such a close distance at this time, and found that the number of beads in this string of beads is extremely large. At first count, it should be 81 pieces, which symbolizes the number of 81 transformations and ninety-nine pure yang of the Taoist ancestor.

And each bead has different colors and materials. According to Gui, the heart of the furnace made of Kui Niu Yao Dan is one of the black beads.

However, there were several black beads in it, and Zhao Rong couldn't tell which one it was for a while. At this time, he didn't have time to ask Gui Gui. He just sighed in his heart about Gui Gui's consciousness.

Zhao Rong's eyes were presumptuous.

Qingjingzi frowned, and stopped the flow of beads turning with his right hand, and finally saw Zhao Rong's eyes down, staring straight at his abdomen - where his right hand was placed, Qingjingzi suddenly thought of the circle of celebrities in Zhongnan His face darkened at the fashionable things that were in vogue here.

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

After saying that, he turned to the old man who was drinking and watching quietly: "Lay, don't pay attention to the nonsense of these vulgar people, let's start talking quickly."

It's just that just after he finished speaking, Zhao Rong bowed his hands and respectfully said to Layman Liuyi: "Please, old gentleman, wait a little longer."

The old man shook the wine gourd, lowered his head and sniffed at the mouth of the gourd, with a leisurely tone, "Come on, don't delay."

Zhao Rong responded.

Qing Jingzi looked slightly cold, tilted his head and squinted at Zhao Rong.

Lin Wenruo watched from the side, wondering what his friend was doing.

Su Xiaoxiao stood quietly one step behind Zhao Rong, raised his head, and stared at his profile, his mind was all on him.

Zhao Rong ignored the gazes of the audience, looked at Qing Jingzi up and down again, and asked curiously, "Excuse me, who are you?"

Qing Jingzi immediately clenched the beads in his hand, and there was a chill in his eyes. However, under the gazes of so many people at the scene, he still answered with a calm tone.

"Master Zhongnan, Qing Jingzi."

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

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

Zhao Rong looked stunned, "So this guy is Qingjingzi, the national teacher of your Zhongnan Kingdom..."

next second.

The ordinary-looking young scholar suddenly gave Qing Jingzi a bright smile, showing his white teeth, and said sincerely, "Excuse me, are you worthy?"

As soon as this statement came out, there was an uproar in the audience.

Qing Jingzi squinted his eyes, licked his lower lip, but did not speak, staring at this scholar whose cultivation was five realms different from his.

Zhao Rong said in a loud voice: "The boy has little knowledge, but he also knows that the teacher of a country is the teacher of a country. Those who are not Delong Wangzun, who are talented and virtuous, can't be allowed to do so."

After saying this, the young Confucian scholar looked at the current National Teacher Zhongnan in front of him from top to bottom, sighed, and said sincerely: "Sorry, the boy still thinks you are not worthy!"

Qing Jingzi took a deep breath, his nose twitched, the corners of his mouth twitched, and a sentence was finally squeezed out of his tightly pursed lips: "Zhuzi is bold, uses his tongue, and is rude!"

"What did you say? Speak louder, did you not eat?" Zhao Rong listened, then shook his head.

Seeing that his hatred was almost over, the young scholar restrained his expression, looked around, stretched out a forefinger, and pointed at the yellow-purple Taoist priest who wanted to eat him not far away, and said calmly:

"I bet with you. If you win, take off your national teacher's costume and wear it for me."

　It's Xiaorong's daily thank you session (manual dog head).Ahem, thank you so much for the brothers and sisters who voted for Jianniang every day! (In other words, there should be a sister paper)

　　


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