It was already autumn not long ago.

But the midday sun is still scorching hot, fortunately the lonely city stands alone on the seashore.

The North Sea occasionally sends gusts of cool sea breeze, and the alternation of hot and cold is quite a strange feeling.

At this time, Zhao Rong was standing under a few rustling green bamboos, wearing a neat green shirt, waiting for Mr. Chen to arrive.

After a while.

I saw the noisy and crowded crowd in front gradually separate, as if a ferry was passing through.

Zhao Rong finally saw the true face of Mr. Chen.

He was about forty years old, with a kind face, a long beard, and black hair that was all draped behind his back. He was wearing a wide, double-breasted shirt that was casually tied around his waist with a long belt, and wooden clogs on his feet.

Zhao Rong was quite surprised by the loose clothes, loose hair, and exposed chest attire similar to that of the famous scholars in Zhongnan.

In his impression, teachers in Confucian academies should be mostly serious and dignified, similar to the image of meticulous teachers. However, the stylish dress of Mr. Chen, who was sought after by many scholars, broke Zhao Rong's rigid impression.

It seems that the atmosphere of Linlu Academy is much more relaxed than expected...

Mr. Chen strode forward, holding an ink-colored wine jug in one hand and a stack of rolled-up manuscripts in the other. The scholars surrounded and followed him, talking in a flurry of voices.

But Mr. Chen just kept smiling kindly and did not reply.

Whenever someone wanted to take his wine jug or pour him some wine, he would wave his hand and refuse them.

Many scholars also handed him some poetry papers, and he took them one by one, rolled them up in the pile of manuscripts in his hand, and took them away.

Mr. Chen walked towards the tavern without stopping.

Zhao Rong looked at the scholars crowded around Mr. Chen and shook his head slightly.

Seeing Mr. Chen getting closer to him, Zhao Rong couldn't help but clear his throat and review the poem he had just carefully selected in his mind.

Finally, Mr. Chen, followed by a large group of scholars, was about to pass by him.

Zhao Rong silently calculated the distance and when he was only a few steps away.

Zhao Rong suddenly spoke loudly:

"A pot of wine among the flowers, alone..."

But at this moment, before Zhao Rong could finish reciting the last sentence "Drinking alone without a companion", his voice was interrupted.

Or rather, he was not interrupted. He actually still chanted, but was drowned out by the waves of sound.

Suddenly, a series of deafening and noisy noises rang out near Zhao Rong.

"Lanling wine tulips..."

"I advise you to drink the golden cup..."

"Play the zither and drink fine wine..."

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, and he looked around. He saw that the scholars who had been enjoying the cool air in the bamboo forest with him were no longer resting as before. Instead, they were just like Zhao Rong, reading poems aloud when Mr. Chen passed by.

Especially the brother who was standing a few steps away from Zhao Rong, he was reading poetry in a hoarse voice.

Zhao Rong took a breath of cold air.

The sudden roar from this brother just now almost deafened his ears. The most speechless thing was that Zhao Rong didn't hear clearly what he was roaring...

Right now.

Faced with the scene where a group of scholars who had been waiting on the roadside for a long time scrambled to read poems because of his arrival, Mr. Chen was not at all surprised and walked straight past without looking around.

The group of scholars following behind him were not surprised at all when they saw this situation. They must have seen this kind of routine many times, or... Zhao Rong's behavior was just something they had left over from their tricks?

Many scholars in the crowd looked at the behavior of Zhao Rong and others and shook their heads with pity.

Zhao Rong watched Mr. Chen and his group pass by him without a moment's delay. He suddenly became anxious and hurriedly continued to read aloud the poem he had carefully selected to persuade people to drink.

But.

As soon as his voice left his mouth, it was drowned out by the chaotic waves of sound, without causing a single ripple.

Zhao Rong sadly discovered that he couldn't shout at these guys, especially the silly guy beside him who was bending over and shouting at the top of his lungs...

Zhao Rong covered his ears and glared at the man next to him.

Mr. Chen has gone far away, can you please stop yelling? I'm almost getting tinnitus!

Unfortunately, the other person ignored him and continued to scream and yell on his own.

I don't know what he's yelling about...

Zhao Rong quickly covered his ears and ran away to chase Mr. Chen.

Without any shame or hesitation, he joined the crowd of followers whom he had shaken his head, sighed and silently despised not long ago.

Zhao Rong squeezed forward with all his might.

But those scholars around him who looked very weak at first were all monsters who appeared from nowhere. Zhao Rong, a warrior at the Zhenyi stage of the Dengtian realm, was not strong enough to squeeze past them, and was even almost squeezed to the back by the people behind him...

Zhao Rong admitted that he had never expected this situation, but...

Zhao Rong gritted his teeth, forced a crooked mouth, and sneered.

Fortunately, I had prepared a trick long ago.

He flipped his hand and took something from the Sumeru object, and a piece of poetry appeared in his hand.

Zhao Rong stopped, took a deep breath, broke away from the crowd, ran to the side, turned around the curve and came to the road in front of Mr. Chen, with a burning look in his eyes, ready to hand over the poem in his hand.

However, at this moment, Zhao Rong saw a scholar in brocade shirt not far away holding a piece of poem tightly, squeezing in front of Mr. Chen and handing him the poem.

Mr. Chen, who had always accepted any paper handed to him by scholars, suddenly paused. He did not raise his hand to take the folded poem paper. He ignored the handsome scholar and continued to walk forward with a smile without saying a word.

Seeing this, Jinxiu scholar looked anxious, looked around, gritted his teeth, and ran up again in a hurry. However, when he squeezed next to Mr. Chen again, he suddenly unfolded the piece of poetry in his hand.

In an instant.

The area hundreds of meters around was filled with the aroma of mellow wine, which was intoxicating.

I saw a series of strange visions appearing on the unfolded poem paper.

At this time, you can start to appreciate poetry.

The scholar handed over the poem again with a smile on his face.

only.

Mr. Chen still ignored him, and even the kind smile on his face slowly disappeared. He quickened his pace and walked towards the tavern which was getting faster and faster.

But the handsome scholar kept pursuing her.

"Mr. Chen, please stay! This is a humble work that I wrote a few days ago after hearing about your deeds. However, I feel that there are still many shortcomings. I would be grateful if you could correct it..."

Before the scholar Jinxiu could finish his words, Mr. Chen suddenly waved his sleeves.

The next second, the handsome scholar fell to the ground a hundred meters away.

All this happened in a moment, before Zhao Rongqing even had time to react.

The handsome scholar, who was a hundred meters away, was sweating profusely and looked terrified.

But Mr. Chen ignored him.

Many scholars around looked at the handsome scholar with contempt and disdain.

Zhao Rong, who witnessed all this, slowly stopped and no longer followed Mr. Chen.

He stood there, sniffed, sighed, and put the poem in his hand back into the Sumeru object.