Zhao Rong stopped what he was doing.
He frowned slightly and glanced at the extra spirit stone next to his hand.
Didn't go to get it.
"You will encounter difficulties when you go out, so if you can help, you should help."
A dull but deep voice came from behind.
Zhao Rong turned around.
Slightly surprised.
The owner of the voice turned out to be the sinister man with a fierce expression who was standing behind him!
But at this moment, Zhao Rong only felt that the ferocious face of this old man was particularly kind.
Some people are like this. When you have never talked to him, you will think his face is disgusting and hateful, but once you have a harmonious communication with him, even if it is just one sentence, you will find that he suddenly becomes amiable.
"Just think of it as making friends with you, young master."
The sinister man said again.
Zhao Rong's brows relaxed and he wanted to bow, but when he found that the other party didn't seem to be a scholar, he clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Thank you, brother!"
The expression is sincere.
The sinister man also clasped his fists in return.
"Haha." A few spectators around sneered, obviously not taking this "chance encounter" seriously.
When Lin Qingxuan saw that someone was helping Zhao Rong, his face darkened and he squinted his eyes and stared at the sinister man. Just as he was about to speak, he stopped and patted his folding fan against his palm.
Forget it, I'd better be careful outside and let this poor guy go for now.
That sinister man was different from Zhao Rong. Lin Qingxuan could tell at a glance the latter's strength, that he was just a rookie with no cultivation. As for the former, he could not fully understand it with his cultivation at the Fuyao realm.
He was dressed in a smart outfit, had an upright posture, breathed deeply, and had a calm qi and blood. He was most likely a martial artist of high rank.
Although the old servant behind him has a high level of cultivation, what if he is actually a high-level martial artist?
When practicing in the mountains, one has to be afraid of “what if”.
Thinking of this, Lin Qingxuan's gloomy expression suddenly disappeared, and he said with a smile:
"It seems like you're lucky. Someone is willing to give you a bone without you doing anything."
He paused, glanced at the sinister man, and continued.
"Hehe, if one bone is not enough, you can come to me again. I am easy to talk to. Seeing that you are not very knowledgeable, I will not make things difficult for you. As long as you can 'lick' me to your heart's content, that's all that matters."
After saying this, he fanned himself and walked towards the tea area in the lobby without looking back, followed by several maids.
Only one old servant was left standing there and continuing to queue.
Seeing that the main person who was causing the excitement had left, the onlookers began to disperse.
Some people shook their heads, thinking that the fun was not exciting enough because someone was interfering.
Some people looked down on him, thinking it was ridiculous that the poor scholar was so pretentious.
Some people think that the man is nosy and boring.
Zhao Rong ignored them and pushed the Xuan card and eleven spirit stones in front of the beautiful woman with a calm expression.
"A boat ticket to Duyou City."
The beautiful woman checked the spirit stone, nodded, took out a new mysterious tablet from the cabinet and handed it to Zhao Rong.
"There happens to be a ferry going to Duyou City. It has been staying at Longquan Ferry for a few days and will set sail again at noon today. Please board the ship on time."
"Oh, right." Zhao Rong took out another silver medal. "Is this intercontinental ferry ticket sold by Qingfengju?"
The beautiful woman was quite surprised when she saw the silver medal, because it was not cheap.
"Yes, sir, this is what our Qingfengju is selling on behalf of Weiweishan."
“Is there a time limit on the ticket?”
“No, you can board the ferry at any time as long as there is space on the ferry.”
Zhao Rong nodded, put away the silver medal, and left the counter, but he did not leave immediately. Instead, he waited for the sinister man on the side.
Seeing that he had bought the boat ticket, Zhao Rong walked forward.
"Thank you for your help just now!"
The sinister man waved his hand and said nothing.
"My name is Zhao Rong, my courtesy name is Ziyu. May I know what your name is?"
The sinister man hesitated for a moment and said in a muffled voice: "Liu Sanbian"
Zhao Rong couldn't help but smile. This name is very interesting.
"What a good name. Zixia said: 'A gentleman has three characteristics: he is solemn when seen from afar, warm when approached, and stern when heard.'"
This means that a gentleman has three changes: from a distance he seems very serious and dignified, from a close distance he seems very gentle, and when you hear him speak he seems very stern. You can imagine what the namer expects of him.
When Liu San, who had been serious before, heard Zhao Rong mention the story behind his name, he smiled, but his expression became even more "ferocious".
"I just thought about it again and felt bad for taking a spirit stone from you for nothing."
"I am not very talented, but I have read a few books by sages and saved some of my works. I want to send you a few poems to express my gratitude!"
"It's just a spirit stone. It's not worth your trouble."
“I think it’s worth it!”
After saying this, Zhao Rong opened the bookcase without further ado and took out writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone.
Liu Sanbian hesitated for a moment, but seeing Zhao Rong's sincere attitude, he did not refuse.
"Brother, can I have the word 'green mountain' in my poem?"
"Qingshan?"
"Qingshan."
Liu Sanbian laughed again.
…
The first floor of Qingfengju is a rest area.
The girl in green, who had just finished watching a lively show, was playing with her teacup out of boredom.
She was a disciple of an immortal family on a nearby mountain. Her master seldom let her go down the mountain. Today, she was able to accompany her senior brother to Longquan Ferry to do some work, and she had begged her master for a long time before he agreed.
When she first arrived at Longquan Ferry, she was curious for a while, but then she felt that it was just like that.
She felt that the excitement she just witnessed was quite interesting, except that the ending was a bit boring.
In fact, she secretly supported the mortal scholar in her heart. After all, which woman practicing in the mountains would not admire and favor the talented and knowledgeable Confucian scholars?
At least that's what she thought as she liked to secretly read novels about talented men and beautiful women.
Is there really any woman who doesn't like it? No way, no way.
Moreover, exchanging poems with scholars can promote spiritual practice and benefit the Great Dao. Countless people who seek the truth have been stuck in the Confucian Haoran Realm. If one cannot break through the Haoran Realm before the Jiazi year, then there is no hope for the Great Dao. Thinking of this, she remembered her uncle in the sect, who has been stuck in the Haoran Realm for so many years and is now gray-haired and old.
The two orthodox Confucian academies in Wangquezhou attract countless people from both the mountains and the countryside every year, and countless fairies from the mountains are eager to exchange poems with a gentleman from the academy.
A few years ago, at a black market auction house in the mountains, a poem titled "Falling Flowers" and "The State of No Self" was sold for a sky-high price. Although Confucian academies have always strictly prohibited such behavior, it has been repeatedly banned and poems are still one of the most sought-after items in the black market in the mountains.
However, the Mohist and Taoist schools, which are opposite to Confucianism, are not so popular among the people in the mountains. Although the Tianzhi Realm and the Jindan Realm after the Haoran Realm have close connections with them respectively, compared with the Confucian scholars, the Mohist rangers are stupid and stubborn, and the Taoist masters are cold and boring.
Moreover, most of the cultivators who can pass the Haoran realm are already mature and stable, and will no longer be as impulsive as when their cultivation was low.
The girl in green bit her lip lightly, thinking about these things aimlessly. When she came to her senses, she glanced at the poor scholar who looked so dejected.
You are such a nerd. You don’t even dare to talk back when others bully you. It’s just… No wonder you have to carry a fake Linlu Academy flag.
A true scholar is definitely not like this.
The girl in green thought.
But suddenly, the girl was a little surprised.
At this moment, she was probably the only one in the entire lobby who noticed the poor scholar out of boredom.
She saw that after the scholar exchanged a few words with the ferocious-looking man beside him, he put down the bookcase he had been carrying, took out paper, ink, brush and inkstone from it, found a table nearby, and began to spread the paper and grind the ink with very skillful movements.
What is he going to do? The girl was a little confused.
The poor scholar swung the green silk ribbon that had slid in front of him behind him, rolled up his sleeves, picked up the pen in his right hand, held his wrist in the air, and suddenly started writing with smooth and fluent movements.
He...wants to write poetry?
The girl curled her lips, but immediately looked strange again.
This poor scholar was obviously plain, but why did his whole spirit become different after he held the pen and wrote? It was like... like he had become a different person.
The girl suspected that she was hallucinating.
But before she had time to think about it, her attention was gradually attracted by the scholar.
Slowly.
The girl in green opened her mouth.
His expression froze.
In a corner of the lobby, the poor scholar was concentrating on painting with ink. Suddenly, a breeze rushed into the Qingfeng Residence, swept across the scholar's desk, and brushed across the white paper and black ink. The breeze blew on the scholar's face, blowing his black hair, but strangely, the rice paper without a ruler to hold it down was not blown up by the breeze, and lay on the desk as heavy as a thousand pounds.
The girl in green suddenly came to her senses and walked quickly towards the desk.
"Where are you going, little junior sister?" a young man shouted from behind her, but the next second, the young man realized something was wrong.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the lobby seems to be gradually becoming...richer?
The young man looked at a corner of the hall with a puzzled look on his face, which was the direction his junior sister had gone.
At the same time, many other guests in Qingfengju felt the same as he did.
"Strange, why is there spiritual energy surging?"
"Who is it? Who dares to cast a spell in Qingfeng Residence?"
"Did you at Qingfeng Residence collect some rare treasure again? Why is there such a big fuss?"
"Hey, what is that scholar doing?!"
There were voices of surprise and doubt in the lobby.
Even people on the streets outside were attracted by the strange vision and went into the building to investigate.
The girl in green ignored the noise behind her. She was the first to come to the desk. The scholar in front of her had stopped writing with a smile. She stared at the scholar and the serious and sinister man beside him with wide eyes, and then cast her gaze on the piece of rice paper lying quietly on the desk.
There was a poem with dried ink on the paper. She had never seen the title of the poem before. The calligraphy was vigorous, powerful, elegant and pleasing to the eye. But these were not the key points. The girl's eyes were all attracted by the light that was wandering on the paper.
This is... a high-quality poem!