The originally sunny weather was like a beauty-loving girl wearing a new outfit.
The weather was perfect for traveling, but at this time, the group of people in the Drunkard Pavilion who were hiding from the sun did not notice this at all.
Because, the changes in the pavilion caught everyone off guard.
The atmosphere is a little weird.
Su Xiaoxiao opened her eyes wide and looked at the tall and handsome piano player not far away.
What did he say his name just now? Lin Qingchi, Zi Wenruo? Well, Xiaoxiao must have heard it wrong.
The little fox demon looked at Zhao Rong with doubtful eyes.
It's just that Zhao Rong didn't have time to look at her at this time.
Because he was also surprised, but he was sure that he heard it correctly. Looking at the violinist again, he was looking at him with a smile.
Zhao Rong coughed lightly and stood up to salute.
"Xiaosheng Zhao Rong, courtesy name Ziyu."
Lin Wenruo pushed the piano table forward, stood up, straightened his clothes, and returned the courtesy solemnly.
"It is not a gentleman to argue behind someone's back. Xiaosheng has become a villain today." Zhao Rong wanted to salute again.
Lin Wenruo walked forward quickly, holding up his hands with a helpless expression. "Brother Ziyu is too polite. Why did he say this? Qing Chi was obviously a villain, eavesdropping on Brother Ziyu's words behind his back."
"Besides, it's Qing Chi's blessing to be able to see Brother Ziyu today." Lin Wenruo's eyes were bright. "But Brother Ziyu's words of praise just now were really too high. Qing Chi felt..."
Zhao Rong listened carefully and guessed what he was going to say next. He thought about rejecting his words and prepared to praise a few more words and be humble to each other for a while.
Lin Wenruo: "It feels right, it feels absolutely right."
"Brother Wen Ruo is too modest... huh?"
Zhao Rong was stunned.
Su Xiaoxiao burst into laughter.
Lin Wenruo blinked twice quickly.
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows.
Immediately, the two Confucian scholars looked at each other and smiled.
In the Xuanhuang world, only Confucian scholars know how to choose names, and Confucian scholars generally only address each other by names. Therefore, the world only remembers a famous Confucian scholar by his surname and given name, but his first name is rarely known. Just like in the past
The second generation emperor of the human race, whose real name is Jiang Cang and whose courtesy name is Taiqing, but most people in the world only know Jiang Taiqing and don’t know who Jiang Cang is.
The atmosphere on Zhao Rong's side became relaxed, but the atmosphere on the side of the pavilion near the door was solemn.
Li Shiqian and the three of them stood there without moving at all, looking cautiously at Zhao Rong.
After Lin Wenruo spoke up, the fat Taoist priest Chen Hongyuan looked surprised, his breathing was a little rapid, and the fat on his face was trembling slightly. At this time, seeing a fact that he couldn't believe was already in front of him, he gasped for breath.
Don't dare to speak loudly.
The fat Taoist priest narrowed his eyes, casually put the fly whisk he was holding under his arm, turned around quietly, raised his legs and looked back. Seeing that the man over there was still talking and laughing, he took a breath, turned his back, and started walking.
He walked out of the pavilion lightly and never looked back.
Mr. Qingxi gritted his teeth and tightened his cheeks. He did not take the medicine today, but his cheeks became thinner, his eyes were bloodshot, and his heart was hysterical.
What two idiots! Idiots! You said something bad, but you want to talk about Lin Wenruo!? It’s okay now, as long as he glances at us, we will all die!
When he thought of what Lin Wenruo had done in the rumors, the old man wanted to beat his companion and the fat Taoist priest to death with the tail of his croaker.
Who is Lin Wenruo? The most powerful lord in Zhongnan Kingdom, the current head of the Lin family in Lanxi. If Chongxuguan is the leader of Taoism in Zhongnan Kingdom, then the Lin family in Lanxi is the leader of Confucianism in Zhongnan Kingdom! Every family head is the leader.
The literary leader of Zhongnan Kingdom and the prime minister of the court, whether openly or covertly.
Some people laughed and said, who does the King of Zhongnan rely on to govern the country? A Taoist priest named Lan and a Confucian scholar Lin.
The former is the master of Chongxu Guan, and has also served as the master of Zhongnan. The latter is the head of the Lin family in Lanxi, and his status in Zhongnan is second only to the master and the king.
Mr. Qingxi secretly complained in his heart. Although he was somewhat famous in the Luojing celebrity circle, he was nothing in front of Lanxi Lin. Even the most famous Zhongnan celebrity was just a nobody to Lanxi Lin.
A dispensable little role.
The fight between the two great figures, Qingjingzi and Lin Wenruo, the national master, you two idiots are talking about nothing! The debate between Confucianism and Taoism has not even begun yet, Taoist priests and Confucian officials in Luojing are being confiscated and exterminated every day. Now, as long as they are affected by the storm of this struggle,
If it affects a little bit, it's like a big word "death". As a result, you all touched the tiger's butt here!
In fact, this cannot be entirely blamed on Li Shiqian and Chen Hongyuan. After all, the two of them never expected to meet the real protagonist of the matter that is currently being discussed nationwide in a pavilion with few tourists outside Luojing City.
Moreover, the Zhongnan Kingdom never forbids citizens from discussing government affairs, so chatting was very common. Even ordinary women who were doing laundry and cooking at home could gossip behind their backs and talk about the king's behavior.
However, that is based on knowing that the other party is a big shot and cannot hear your own words.
Of course it's okay to scold Lin Wenruo behind his back, because everyone does it, but now if you scold Lin Wenruo like this in front of others, I can only respect you as a man.
Mr. Qingxi lamented endlessly and stood there not daring to move at all, for fear of attracting the man's attention. He glanced sideways at Li Shiqian next to him and found that his legs were trembling and his face was pale. He was worse than him, and he felt something in his heart.
I took some comfort, it seems that I am not the worst.
Wait, I didn’t seem to say anything bad about Lin Wenruo just now, it seemed like it was all said by these two idiots!
Mr. Qingxi was so happy that he completely forgot that although he didn't speak just now, he was nodding in response with a cold face.
It happened that at this time, he saw the fat Taoist priest who was closer to the door than him, who claimed to press Lin Wenruo's dog's head in front of him, running quietly. At first, his steps were steady and even, but later on, his steps became faster, and finally he seemed to be running away.
Run down the mountain...
The old man with the tail in his hand painted the gourd and the gourd, moved lightly, pretended not to recognize his companions, and ran away with the soles of his feet greased.
When Li Shiqian heard a slight movement behind him, he turned around with a pale face and saw that the other two people had fled away. He was dumbfounded and stood there, hesitating for a few seconds, and hurriedly followed.
When the old man saw his companion following him, he was so frightened that he was afraid that he would get involved, so he ran away. The two of them chased each other, staggering down the mountain, stumbling all the way.
But not long after they left, a warrior in black strode towards them from the direction they left.
The black-clothed warrior stopped in front of the pavilion, bowed his head and saluted, then glanced at Liu Sanbian, then stood guard at the door with his back turned, motionless.
Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze from outside the pavilion.
"Brother Ziyu, don't pay attention." Lin Wenruo's smile did not change.
"A thousand pieces of gold are easy to come by, but a true friend is hard to find. Please listen to Qing Chi play another song."
After saying that, Lin Wenruo reached out and gently grabbed Zhao Rong's wrist through his sleeve, turned around and pulled him towards the guqin.
"This song comes from a fisherman. When I was young, I traveled to a small country in the east with my college classmates. They passed by the unknown ancient ferry and boated on the river. I saw the fisherman singing drunkenly, so I wrote this song with my classmates. The title of the song is "Drunken Fishermen Sing Evening"
", It's a pity that my best friend from classmate can no longer come..."
"But I'm lucky enough to meet brother Ziyu today."
Zhao Rong's expression changed. He never expected that he would hold hands. Although he knew that some Confucian scholars had a hobby of shaking hands with their friends, he never expected that he would be caught off guard and meet one.
Zhao Rong secretly struggled hard, but was surprised to find that Lin Wenruo didn't seem to be holding tightly, and he didn't feel any pain from the drag, but he couldn't get away no matter what.
Zhao Rong turned his head while struggling and saw Su Xiaoxiao with his mouth slightly open, looking at his "held" hand in surprise, and then seemed to have opened the door to a new world, with a sudden look on his face.
Hey, what's your expression?
Liu Sanbian, on the other hand, looked at him inquiringly.
Zhao Rong hesitated for a moment and shook his head, then turned around and said, "Brother Wen Ruo, I'm a dull boy and don't understand the music, so let's forget it."
"Brother Ziyu, don't be humble. How can a Confucian scholar not understand the rhythm of the piano? If you are not very proficient, then you should listen to more music."
"Then Brother Wenruo, can you let go of my little brother's hand first?"
"It turns out that what Brother Ziyu cares about is Qingchi Menglang." Lin Wenruo suddenly let go and spoke apologetically.
"It's okay." Zhao Rong took his hand back and his eyes stayed on his face for a while, then turned to look outside the Drunkard Pavilion with a calm expression.
He said in a casual tone: "Brother Wen Ruo came to see me specifically."
The hilltop where the Drunken Old Man Pavilion is located is quite high. At this time, the sky is covered with white clouds. The mountain wind is like a reined wild horse, rushing in from all directions and struggling in the pavilion.
Zhao Rong's sleeves are full of mountain wind, and his clothes and belts are flying.
Lin Wenruo, who was facing away from Zhao Rong, surprisingly did not raise any of his sleeves.
He stopped when he heard the words and was quiet for a moment, then continued to walk to the guqin, stretched out his right hand to touch the slightly fragrant paulownia body of the guqin.
The gentle voice floated slowly on the wind.
"That's right, I'm here to apologize to Brother Ziyu."
"Why apologize?"
The eight-foot-tall man next to the piano turned around, faced Zhao Rong, and sighed slightly.
"You are not strict with your younger brother."
He stretched out an index finger, hooked it lightly, and there was a sound.
The black-clothed warrior who was watching the wind outside the pavilion walked away and brought the two men back after a while.
In front is a young man wearing a purple robe.
An old man in gray was following behind.
As he approached, Zhao Rong's eyes narrowed.
The warrior in black remained outside the pavilion, while the two new arrivals entered the pavilion.
"Sir." The old man in gray bowed his head and saluted.
Lin Wenruo nodded slightly and then looked at the purple-robed man who had lowered his head and remained silent since he came in.
Lin Qingxuan was silent for a while and squeezed out a word.
"elder brother."
Lin Wenruo turned his head, not wanting to look at him anymore, with a cold expression on his face.
"Brother Ziyu, I never expected that this beast would do so many things that were worse than a beast after I went to the academy. As soon as I came back, this beast hid out again. As a result, he should never have offended at Longquandu.
You." When Lin Wenruo said this, his voice suddenly became louder.
"Beast talk!"
The purple-robed man trembled when he heard the words, and his voice trembled. "Mr. Zhao, I'm sorry."
"anything else."
The man in purple robe clenched his fist and lowered his head. "I was blind and offended, sir. Please forgive me."
"louder."
The man in purple robe was silent for a while, his fists trembled, his voice was hoarse, and he shouted repeatedly. "I am blind and offended..."
"Kneel down!"
The air was shattered like a silver mirror.
The words were suddenly interrupted by a shout.
The man who lowered his head suddenly stopped.
As soon as his fists were released, he suddenly raised his head, his nose flaps were flaring, his eyes were wide open, and he stared at the eight-foot-tall tall man standing next to the piano. "I won't kneel! Lin Qingchi, what qualifications do you have to ask me to kneel down?"
"You are a madman! Use the entire Lanxi Lin family as a weight to gamble! Just for your delusion that is as ridiculous as your dead father?"
Tears dripped from his chin, and he screamed hysterically.
"You don't deserve the surname Lin, you don't deserve Sister Yuqing, you don't deserve to let me kneel down! You don't deserve it! You don't deserve it! You don't deserve it!"
"You do not deserve!"
The words "You are not worthy of tearing out his throat" came out of his mouth.
The tall man next to the guqin stiffened, his right shoulder slumped down slightly, his slender fingers grasped the lyre like hooks, and the veins on the back of his white hands popped out, twisted and knotted.
next moment.
The mountain wind in the pavilion suddenly stopped, and there was no sound of wind outside the pavilion. The strong wind in the mountain seemed to be caught in the sleeves of the big-sleeved immortal, stabilizing the world!
"Zheng!" A string broke.
The purple-robed man who was roaring was instantly choked by something, and five fingerprints were traced on his neck. He could only make scattered screams, like an old hand-cranked hair dryer. He pulled his neck with both hands, trying to take back the sound.
rights, but to no avail.
"Zheng! Zheng!" The two strings broke and came again.
"Bang! Bang!" The pampered body of the purple-robed man stumbled to the left and right, and his knees hit the ground.
"Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!" Three strings broke in succession.
"Pah! Pah! Pah!" crisp slaps sounded one after another, and the man in purple robe flicked his face three times in a row. When he looked at it again, it turned purple and red and white, and he was so bloated that he could not recognize his appearance.
However, there were still a pair of blood-red eyes staring at the tall man standing next to the piano in the pavilion with his back to the piano.
"Stare again."
This was a very calm voice, as gentle as the first time Zhao Rong heard him speak.
On the last string, a red bead dropped from the tip of one finger.
"Zheng!"
The string is broken.
The purple-robed figure in the center of the pavilion dropped his head and fell.