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Chapter 77 The Taoist Gentleman
Lin Wenruo silently looked at the face of the young scholar in front of him.

His appearance can only be regarded as upright, but he has a pair of bright eyes. He is not a dazzling star like those peerless geniuses Lin Wenruo has seen, but a little light, like a little light in a thousand-year-old dark room.

He'll keep looking you in the eyes when you look and talk to him, and you can definitely feel that he's listening to you, no matter how casual you are.

Lin Wenruo knew this when he saw him for the first time.

Lin Wenruo closed his eyes, raised his head slightly, exhaled the turbid air in his chest, and straightened his slightly slack waist and shoulders again.

The "Wen Ruo Horse Race" formulated that night has failed, but they have not lost yet.

In the distance, Lan Yuqing, who was looking at Lin Wenruo with a grin, suddenly froze her smile, slowly converged, narrowed her eyes slightly, and looked up and down at Zhao Rong beside Lin Wenruo, but in the next second, she looked away. He glanced at the blue smoke lingering on the high platform.

The ancient bell hidden in the mountains and forests not far away was rang, and it was two quarters of noon.

Layman Liuyi got up and looked around on the high platform.

Gradually, the noisy voices in the chanting platform subsided.

The old man's voice was like Hong Zhong Dalu, "The debate between Confucianism and Taoism, the third clear talk has officially started, please come on stage!"

Zhao Rong turned around immediately, without looking at anyone, without saying a word, and walked forward.

Behind him, Lin Wenruo, Su Xiaoxiao, and Lanxi Lin all stood up and watched, watching his thin back on stage.

Zhao Rong gently grabbed the robe with one hand and slowly climbed the steps.

He could feel countless eyes falling on him.

At this moment, there are only two protagonists on the field.

A young scholar wearing a plain white Confucian shirt, and a pale old man wearing a Nanhua scarf.

The platform is high and empty, with only a table in the center, an incense burner, and two black futons.

When Zhao Rong came to the high platform, the old Nanhua towel was already in place and waiting.

Zhao Rong lifted up his robes and knelt across the table across from the old man, facing his eyes.

Those are a pair of ancient well-free eyes.

Zhao Rong smiled at him, and the other party smiled and nodded.

Then Zhao Rong restrained his smile, looked sideways at the incense burner that was slowly emitting white smoke, took a breath, and then seemed to think that the taste was good, so he could not help but tilt his head slightly and take a few more sniffs. Down.

Under the stage, Lan Yuqing had been following Zhao Rong since he got up and took the stage. Later, when he saw him stepping into the waft of smoke, he unconsciously drew a smile on the corner of his mouth. At this time, he saw that Zhao Rong was still alive and dead. He sniffed hard, couldn't help but snorted with a smile, and stared at his side face without blinking, as if he was expecting something.

On the other side, where the people of the Lanxi Lin Clan were, a man with a bloated face still stared attentively at the scholar who had drunk his apology last night on the stage.

On the high platform, Layman Liuyi was whispering something.

Lan Yuqing didn't hear a word, and stared at Zhao Ziyu's expression, who was listening attentively while sniffing the incense.

It's just that ten breaths have passed, and the young scholar still has a calm expression.

Lan Yuqing frowned slightly.

The next second, in her field of vision, the young scholar suddenly turned his head to look at her side, the corners of his lips raised, and he smiled strangely.

Lan Yuqing was taken aback by this unpredictable picture, Yu Ruyi in her hand fell straight to the ground, jingling, and when she came back to her senses and looked again, that Zhao Ziyu had already turned her head and stopped looking at her, just sideways her face. The smile still remained, reminding her that it was not an illusion just now.

At this moment, in Lan Yuqing's eyes, that smile was even more dazzling than the blazing sun at noon!

She froze her face and frowned. She didn't pick up the fallen precious jade for the first time, but turned her head slowly and locked onto Lin Qingxuan in the group in front of the left.

The latter still raised his head and looked at the high platform attentively, as if he didn't notice her gaze, but, under her icy gaze, at a certain moment, he suddenly closed his eyes, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then pursed his lips into a line. , his eyes continued to look at the stage.

Lan Yuqing stared at Lin Qingxuan reluctantly, her breathing became heavier, and suddenly, a slender figure that she was very familiar with broke into her field of vision.

Lin Wenruo walked to Lin Qingxuan's side with a slightly haggard expression and stood side by side with him, blocking the gnawing gaze of a woman who had treated him like a younger brother and was willing to find him a "good road" not long ago.

Lin Wenruo didn't look at the woman in purple. In fact, he hadn't looked at her for a long time, and he wouldn't look at her again.

Even if he was close at hand, he would turn his eyes away; even if he stood at the bottom of Taibai Mountain soon, and she handed over the white silk, he would close his eyes and stretch out his hand; even if he took a "guest" to climb the mountain tonight, please ask the owner of this mountain To die, to see her off, he will also lower his eyes.

He wouldn't, and couldn't, look at her again.

Lin Wenruo and Lin Qingxuan stood side by side, speechless for a while, watching intently on the high platform to start the third negotiation between Lanxi Lin's fate and Zhongnan's thousand-year-old state fraud.

The importance of this talk to Zhongnan is indescribable, and there are many things involved.

It determines the future fate of the unknown number of people here, it determines how the Zhongnan Kingdom will appear in front of the surrounding countries in the future, and it determines the future Zhongnan Mountain that is unique to the northern mountain of Wangquezhou and can be sold. Lingwu's big business is surnamed Lin or Lan.

The Lin brothers silently watched the Confucian scholar on the stage.

"Can you win?" The younger brother's voice was low and hoarse.

"Definitely." My brother's voice was warm and mellow, just like the promise he made to his younger brother at the Lin's ancestral hall last night.

But in fact, Lin Wenruo knew that Lin Qingxuan just wanted to hear these words as a reason to convince him.

"We won, can she not die?"

"No one is going to let her die, except herself."

"Tree, bear fruit."

"I know."

"Dad's death, was it really done by Chong Xuguan?"

"I don't know, maybe it's because I couldn't stand the Qing Dynasty after the failure of the reform, or maybe it's just for the people who were indirectly ruined by him to feel guilty."

"What about you, will you be like him?"

Lin Wenruo did not speak.

Lin Qingxuan said softly, "Brother, I see."

Lin Wenruo turned her head and looked at the profile of her younger brother.

Suddenly, he raised his right hand and gently placed it on Lin Qingxuan's shoulder.

This is the first time in 17 years that the two Lin brothers have been together.

On the high platform, General Liuyi has already said it twice before, but the rules of clear defense that must be reiterated are finished.

The third session has officially started.

Zhao Rong stood up, took the lead in salute, and said to the old Nanhua towel: "Zhao Rong, whose name is Ziyu, is a member of the Great Chu Dynasty who is in the capital, and the student of the eunuch of the Imperial College of Ganjing."

Immediately, the audience fell silent. This should have been the introductory part of the applause.

Suddenly, there was a few applause in the silent arena.

Su Xiaoxiao raised her hands, raised her small head, her lips curved, her fox eyes narrowed, and she applauded desperately, but then she looked at the people around her strangely, why didn't she speak?
Lan Yuqing, Qing Jingzi and the others looked surprised.Aren't you a direct disciple of the academy's chief?What kind of medicine is Lin Wenruo selling?

Lin Wenruo coughed lightly.

Lin Qingxuan sighed.

Chen Muzhi's old face turned red, a little embarrassed.

Most of the audience in the audience were puzzled. Is Lanxi Lin's plan to give up the third game?
The old Nanhuajin's expression was still calm, he got up and returned the salute, and said slowly: "Old Tao Yuanran, Louguan Taoist sent a guest minister, Wangque Taiqing four master Taoism, Taoist gentleman."

"Wow!"

The whole place exploded, like the evil flood dragon raised its head in the Bitan.

Speaking of scriptures, the crowd was full of people.

This is the gentleman of a hundred families!

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