Gou is a soldier on the border

Chapter 84 Qinglian Sword Immortal
The audience fell into an eerie silence. . . . .

After a while, Zhao Zehu took the lead and stood up holding the cup.

"Ah... In this situation, Qinglian Sword Immortal's "Will Enter the Wine" is still very suitable. Come on, let us do it for Li Xianren's masterpiece!"

Wang Luo was dumbfounded when he heard Zhao Zehu's words.

Shrimp? ? ? ?
And Wang Wei, who was in charge of reading poems to him, looked confused.

"I know Li Xianren, but... is this poem written by him?"

At this time, there was commotion in the audience.

"It turns out that this poem was made by Immortal Qinglian. No wonder it is so magnificent. Only someone like Immortal Qinglian can compose this kind of poem."

"Does this Wang Luo know Qinglian Sword Immortal?"

"How could this Wang Luo compose Qinglian Sword Immortal's poem?"

After a brief moment of astonishment, Zhao Zebei was the second to pick up the cup.

"Thinking of the appearance of a fairy, I am so fascinated, come on, do it!"

Only then did the scholars in the audience come to their senses and raised their wine glasses one after another.

"Cheers to Li Xianren."

Wang Luo drank the wine in his hand and walked to the stage silently.

Zhao Zehu leaned over to Wang Luo's side.

"Mr. Luo's skill is really wonderful. It doesn't matter if you can't make a poem temporarily, and use Immortal Li to stand in the way. Mr. Luo's attainments in the art of war are already learned from heaven and man. It is understandable that there is a slight lack of poetry. This is my mistake. Here, come, I will punish myself with three cups."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Zehu drank three glasses of wine.

Miao your sister ah Miao. . . . .

Li Bai's Wang Luo, who accidentally touched the world, didn't know what to say. .

The poetry meeting didn't have any real content, it was nothing more than a group of people drinking and composing poems, chatting nonsense until the moon was in the sky, and the group of people dispersed drunkenly.

Seeing that it was getting late, Wang Luo and Wang Wei planned to send Yu Wenjiu back to the Imperial College. They found a hotel to stay overnight and returned to the barracks early tomorrow morning.

Walking on the road, Wang Luo didn't say a word, while Yu Wenjiu and Wang Wei whispered beside him.

"Qinglian Sword Immortal? Li Xianren? Li Bai still exists in this world? Why don't I know of the existence of this person in the classics of this world I have read? And his poems have not been circulated in the market? Under the stands Most of the scholars don’t know the existence of this poem, what’s going on here?”

Losing face is secondary, but the existence of this Qinglian sword fairy makes Wang Luo very interested.

But having said that, it is still a shame to be pointed out that the poem was copied in front of such a person. . . .

Leaving aside the two of them sending Yu Wenjiu back to the Imperial College, Zhao Zehu and Zhao Zebei walked out of the gate of Tianxiang Building with a drunken face. The two brothers exchanged pleasantries for a while and parted ways.

The moment Zhao Zehu turned his head away, the expression on his face changed from a drunken smile to a frosty one.

Zhao Zebei, on the other hand, had a serious expression on his face.

Back in his mansion, Zhao Zehu walked directly into his study.

"What is the relationship between this Wang Luo and Qinglian Sword Immortal? Tell Li Nu to check it out." Zhao Zehu said to a shadow in the corner of the study.

Then, Zhao Zehu walked to the bookshelf and pulled out an antique book from it.

There are three words written on the cover of the book.

"Qinglian Collection".

He took the book and walked to the table and sat down, flipping through the obviously old poetry collection.

The first page is "Will Enter the Wine" just written by Wang Luo tonight.

"Some people say that the secret of Qinglian Sword Immortal's peerless cultivation is hidden in his poems, but after so many years, no one can find any clues from his poems. Maybe this Wang Luo, who was born out of nowhere, will know The secret? No matter what, I will definitely bring him under my command..." Zhao Zehu squinted his eyes as if he was talking to himself, and his voice echoed in the quiet study room.

The same scene reappeared in Zhao Zebei's residence.

However, Zhao Zebei's performance was much aboveboard.

He returned to the mansion and directly invited his staff, and the two said this in the brightly lit study.

"Master Wei." Zhao Zebei recounted in detail what happened in Tianxiang Tower tonight.

"Although Wang Luo's official position is not high, but his identity is extremely subtle. In addition to his behavior since he entered Beijing, I originally thought he was a great help sent by the Wang family to help me, but he agreed to the invitation of the second brother to go to Beijing. The poetry meeting is something I never thought of, and because of this, I went to the poetry meeting as a bad guest, can Master Wei analyze it for me?" After finishing speaking, Zhao Zebei took a sip of the tea in the cup and said to him The middle-aged scribe on the opposite side said.

The middle-aged scribe known as Master Wei touched the three long beards under his chin, nodded, and began to think.

"Qinglian Sword Immortal has been hidden in the world for 130 years. It is not known whether he is still alive or not, but the poems in the tightly sealed Qinglian Collection have reappeared. Is this a signal? For more than 100 years, because of the Lie Kingdom's Blockade, our connection with the Western Regions is basically cut off, the timing of this person named Wang Luo's appearance is a bit subtle." He took a sip of tea and continued, "But the attitude of the Wang family that His Highness said, don't worry about it. The Wang family will never betray His Highness no matter what."

Zhao Zebei nodded, obviously relieved a lot.

"Then, I'll go to Chen Shangshu tomorrow to find out who this Wang Luo is."

"However, Your Highness, please be careful, your second brother doesn't have any good intentions." Master Wei said to Zhao Zebei meaningfully.

Zhao Zebei nodded, holding a teacup and staring blankly ahead.

Lying on the bed in the inn, Wang Luo and Wang Wei chatted without saying a word.

"Second brother, the training of the scout battalion has reached a bottleneck. Should we think of other ways?" Wang Luo suppressed his worries and said to Wang Wei on the other side.

"Hoo~~~~~Hoo~~~~~" Wang Wei's snoring came from the other side of the bed.

Wang Luo smiled wryly, turned over and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Wang Luo, who hadn't slept well all night, got up from the bed in a daze.

"The host has successfully signed in. The place to sign in is Tongfu Inn, and the item "Qinglian Sword Manual" was obtained."

The system prompt made Wang Luo slightly taken aback.

Seeing Wang Wei next to him still sound asleep, Wang Luo took out today's sign-in reward from the ring.

An exquisite thread-bound book appeared in his hands, with the four big characters Qinglian Sword Manual written on the blue cover.

Wang Luo opened it and looked at it, and found that this cheat book is not just a simple sword manual, it also includes mental techniques.

Turning to the back, Wang Luo also found some introductions about Qinglian Sword Immortal.

Before he could read the introduction, Wang Wei's voice came from the bed over there.

"Wang Luo, what time is it?"

(End of this chapter)