"There is a woman named Su Qingdai in Ziwei Pavilion who is very famous."

Gu Yiwu told the story slowly.

"She is the chief disciple of the Ziwei Pavilion. She has risen rapidly in the past few years. She is the female prodigy of Ziwei Pavilion. At the age of 20, she has already reached the perfect level of Haoran Realm. She is a genius that only appears once in a hundred years in the history of Ziwei Pavilion. Her cultivation level surpasses her peers and teachers. It is estimated that only a few people in the sect, such as Pavilion Master Chen Er, have higher cultivation levels than her..."

Zhao Rong's eyes suddenly moved, and then he spoke calmly.

"Brother Yiwu, what kind of skirt does Su Qingdai like to wear? Um, what color?"

Gu Yiwu was slightly stunned, turned his head with a strange expression, and glanced at Zhao Rong who was anxious.

Tzuyu's question...

He couldn't help but glance at Zhao Qian'er standing beside him.

Fairy Qian'er, you don't care about this! I'm almost cheating on you.

However, what made Gu Yiwu even more stunned was that Zhao Qian'er did not frown and interrupt him. Instead, she listened with interest, and together with Zhao Rong, she looked at him with an exploratory look.

It seems more urgent than Zhao Rong.

Uh, is he overthinking it? Now on Wangquezhou Mountain, it is normal to ask the fairies what color skirts they like to wear? Ahem, can we go a step further and ask the fairies the color of their bellybands? And then a step further...

Gu Yiwu was secretly surprised, but on the surface, he coughed and said seriously: "I just happen to know about this question. Ahem, I have heard that Su Qingdai is very famous in the surrounding counties."

"Black, long skirt."

Zhao Rong and Zhao Qian'er looked at each other, and it seemed like they matched.

Zhao Rong was worried that he might have made a mistake, so he asked again, "Is this Su Qingdai all black?"

"How should I know that?"

Gu Yiwu's face turned serious.

Zhao Rong frowned and wanted to speak, but Gu Yiwu had already started coughing.

"Inside... ahem. Is it completely dark? I guess only Fairy Su herself and her future lover know... Tzuyu, why are you asking me? How would I know?"

Zhao Rong: “…”

He was speechless.

I didn't expect that a guy like you with thick eyebrows and big eyes would betray the revolution and drive so fast that I was caught off guard.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but glance at the honest-looking burly man. Why did this young master ask so much? Of course I was asking about the color of her outer clothes? As for the color of her inner clothes, I had no interest at all... It should be black, otherwise my obsessive-compulsive disorder would be uncomfortable.

He felt that he was not afraid of experienced drivers driving at high speed, but he was afraid of new drivers driving suddenly.

At this time, Gu Yiwu considered:

"But she was wearing a completely black skirt, which made her easy to identify. Other Li women generally like white clothes. I heard that the rumored Da Li Music House is full of Li women, all of whom are outstanding. When you look around, you can see white skirts everywhere."

Gu Yiwu nodded and continued:

"Su Qingdai is the best among the young generation in Nanxing County and the surrounding counties at a young age. She is also a famous and stunning fairy in the surrounding mountains. I heard that she is a typical Li Nu, tall and thin."

"I heard that she is the only daughter of the Su family in Nanxing County, which is one of the top families in the surrounding counties. With her family background, cultivation talent, appearance and luck, she is the best choice in Dali. Su Qingdai has a cold and arrogant personality. She doesn't like her peers in the surrounding mountains. She thinks highly of herself and doesn't speak politely to men. She is a famous cold fairy here and the dream lover of men."

Hearing this, Zhao Rong had a sense of déjà vu, and the scene from not long ago popped up in his mind again.

No wonder the woman in the black dress was so pretentious, walked with such disdain, and her maids in red were so arrogant.

"Oh, a female Taoist practitioner, 20 years old, and has reached the Perfect Haoran Realm?"

Zhao Qianer smiled faintly.

Zhao Rong glanced at her and knew that the little girl looked down on him.

He heard from Gui that the path of advancement for sword cultivators was more difficult than that for Dao cultivators, but they were stronger at the same level. The speed of female cultivators in some early stages was at a disadvantage compared to that of male cultivators.

So my wife and the second wife are really fierce.

Zhao Rong smiled helplessly, "It's already very impressive. Alas, comparison is the thief of frustration."

When Zhao Qian'er heard him belittling himself, she became anxious even though she knew it might be a joke.

Her face was serious, her tone was firm, and she spoke crisply: "Brother Rong'er, you are following the path of Confucianism, and you have accumulated a lot of knowledge. Maybe one day you will be able to read and understand the truth, and become a saint."

Zhao Rong nodded and said to Xiao Qian'er seriously, "Okay, then Brother Rong'er will help you become a saint in seven breaths some other day."

Gu Yiwu and others beside him nodded, "Don't be discouraged, Ziyu. We Confucian disciples are gentle and polite. We don't want to fight or kill. We don't care about this. We only talk about reason and speak in a gentle manner."

Zhao Rong thought about the glorious deeds of his own headmaster, whom he had never met, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

What a reasonable thing to say.

At this moment, Luo Xiu on the stage had already reviewed all the poems in the envelopes and put them back into the envelopes.

The two stacks of envelopes, one thin and one thick, had been mixed together.

The people in the audience noticed this scene and looked over.

Under the white gauze, Luo Xiu bit her red lips lightly, raised her soft hands, gently picked out an envelope from the envelopes, and twitched the corners of her lips.

The beauty's smile was so dazzling that many people were stunned for a moment.

However, most people were paying close attention to the envelope containing the poem that Luo Xiu took out alone.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the envelope cover for a while, as if she was gazing at the name on it in admiration.

However, everyone could not see who the letter was from and could only worry.

The next second, Luo Xiu, who was smiling and lowering her eyes, raised her head and spoke for the first time.

The sound is like the melodious and crisp sound of a beautiful jade being knocked gently, and is truly worthy of the name "jade sound".

"Thank you, gentlemen."

She bowed gracefully, then spread out her soft hands, gently pressed the lone envelope under her palms, and turned to look at the pretty maid.

The latter walked forward with a smile, took away all the other envelopes, and distributed them to the Qingshang maids who were waiting in the audience.

“Return the property to its original owner.”

Qingshang, the maid, responded and distributed the envelopes that were hinted to be eliminated.

In fact, many people still have some hope, hoping that they will be the lucky one who receives a letter from Fairy Luoxiu.

However, as time passed, the letters were returned to their original owners, and in the hall, the pairs of expectant eyes dimmed.

From time to time, sighs and groans could be heard from the losers.

Where Zhao Rong and others are.

Some students of Justice Hall started to receive the returned letters, but everyone was in a good mood, and only lamented that "Brother Gu will have to treat us later".

Gu Yiwu sat upright in his seat. He smiled but said nothing when he heard this. He turned around and continued to pay close attention to the maids on the stage who were distributing envelopes.

He looked a little reserved.

Zhao Rong, who had experienced the release of test results many times in his previous life, could tell at a glance that his friend was nervous and understood his feelings deeply.

Zhao Rong patted Gu Yiwu on the shoulder and said, "It's okay, take a deep breath, just think of it as a joke, and keep a positive attitude."

Gu Yiwu nodded, took a deep breath, and felt better.

He said enviously: "Tzuyu is still in a good mood, not worried at all."

"Well, if you want to talk about worry, I am a little worried."

"Oh, what is Tzuyu worried about?"

"How can I report to my wife after I bring her back? How about I let her be a maid?"

“…”

Gu Yiwu looked at the thoughtful expression on Zhao Rong's face as he composed a limerick in seven breaths.

He was quiet for a while, then a sincere smile appeared on his face, "Thank you, Tzuyu, listening to your interesting and humorous words, I don't feel so nervous anymore."

Zhao Rong nodded, "That's good."

At this moment, most of the envelopes in the hall had been distributed, with only three or four maids in green clothes walking around distributing them.

Many people have already received the returned envelopes. In disappointment, they began to pay attention to those who had not received the envelopes, especially Gu Yiwu and Master Shenxu. Everyone's eyes were closely watching them.

Just as Gu Yiwu was smiling and thanking his good friend for his advice and guidance, a maid in green clothes suddenly turned around and came to their table. She held an envelope in both hands and handed it to Gu Yiwu respectfully.

The latter was stunned.

After a moment, the burly man pursed his lips, reached out to take it, and threw it on the table.

The students around looked at each other, then frowned at the quiet and beautiful girl on the stage, with dissatisfaction in their eyes.

Choose that good-for-nothing? She is indeed a prostitute, so short-sighted!

“Hahahahahahahaha——”

Master Shenxu, who was closely watching Zhao Rong and had not received the returned envelope, suddenly laughed.

Instantly, the sound filled the quiet hall.

He stuck the folding fan into the collar behind his head, put his hands on his hips, pointed at Gu Yiwu, laughed arrogantly, and his face flushed, as if he was not so weak in the kidneys for the time being.

"Hahahahaha, you still want to compete with me? Do you little people like you deserve to be like me? Get off my feet!"

The students of the Justice Hall stood up in unison!

Only Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu sat alone.

Gu Yiwu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Master Shenxu who looked like a smug villain.

Zhao Rong's expression remained unchanged. He tapped his thigh with two fingers and looked at the dandy boy sideways.

He raised his other hand and held back Zhao Qian'er who was about to take a step forward, "I'm thirsty."

The little girl's face was calm. She took a step back and went to pour tea obediently without saying a word.

Not far away, the figure of a man holding a sword in green dazzling color appeared at the door of the hall at some point. He leaned against the left side of the door, watching the farce in the hall with sleepiness.

The guests in the hall were all watching the excitement. There were still a few maids in green clothes left at the table, trotting around and busy returning poems.

At this moment, Gu Yiwu, who was the focus of everyone, raised his hand to stop the students behind him.

Master Shenxu took a few steps back and hid behind his followers. He then continued to laugh and said proudly:

"What? Are you unwilling to accept the defeat? Hahahaha, are you angry? Fairy Luoxiu is overwhelmed by my literary talent..."

"Mr....Mr."

At this moment, a timid girl's voice sounded beside Master Shenxu.

"What?" Young Master Shenxu yelled in dissatisfaction after being interrupted, and turned around, "Can't you see that I'm busy..."

His voice stopped abruptly, like a drake whose neck was chopped off by a kitchen knife.

Everyone looked curiously and saw a girl in green clothes beside Master Shenxu presenting an envelope.

The followers around him looked embarrassed.

Master Shenxu's face changed, like a heated water boiler, steaming up, his expression became extremely ugly and red.

"Impossible..." He snatched the envelope and tore it apart, revealing the soft moonlight and soft music inside.

It was the poem that was submitted and was accepted by the imperial court.

The meaning is obvious, he was not chosen by Fairy Luoxiu.

Master Shenxu uttered a syllable that symbolized a certain plant.

Once again, the whole audience was filled with joy.

However, the guests in the hall had no time to pay attention to him. Instead, they looked around in surprise to see who had not received the returned envelope.

In the lobby on the first floor, the last maid in green clothes hurriedly handed the envelope to a handsome young man who was beating his chest and stamping his feet, and whose face was full of joy just a second ago.

The whole audience fell silent.

Everyone looked around and didn't see anyone with a strange look on their face as if they had won a prize.

They stared at each other, and then all turned their eyes to the stunning girl in the center of the stage.

She was seen wearing a white gauze, staring at the envelope with no words on it.

The next second, Luo Xiu suddenly stood up, and with her two soft hands on her chest, she gently pinched the two lower corners of the ordinary envelope, and walked down the stage with lotus steps.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

The eyes of the whole audience fell on her. After Luo Xiu left the stage, she turned left and avoided Master Shenxu, whose face was flushed with anger. She didn't even look at him and walked straight to a corner...

The tense atmosphere around the table where Gu Yiwu and others were sitting had disappeared without a trace after Master Shenxu slapped himself in the face.

Everyone looked strange.

Gu Yiwu, who was squinting his eyes, also looked surprised. He and the students of the Hall of Justice looked around the hall, but also found nothing.

Gu Yiwu looked around and frowned, "Ziyu, she didn't even choose the two poems that were accepted...hiss, this fairy has stepped down, who is she going to find?"

Zhao Rong behind him took a sip of tea, put down the cup and thought for a moment.

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be me."

Gu Yiwu responded subconsciously, "Oh, that's how it is..."

Suddenly, he paused, reacted, and shook his head helplessly, "Tzuyu, stop joking. I'm not that nervous now."

"Gu...Brother Gu." A student said in surprise.

Gu Yiwu, who was paying attention to Luo Xiu's movements in the distance, said casually, "What's wrong?"

Behind him, the students of the Justice Hall all looked puzzled and said nothing.

Seeing that his student did not reply, Gu Yiwu frowned and turned around. When his eyes saw the empty table next to someone's hand, there was not a single piece of paper.

The burly man's body stiffened, only his Adam's apple bulged, as if he swallowed quietly.

He stared at Zhao Rong blankly and asked tentatively, "Zi... Zi Yu, where is your limerick?"

Zhao Rong handed the teacup back to the little girl with sparkling eyes behind him.

He raised his eyes and looked behind Gu Yiwu, sighing slightly.

"Here, she delivered it."

Amidst countless gazes, Luo Xiu passed directly over students like Gu Yiwu who seemed to be stunned.

The stunning girl carefully twisted the corners of the envelope with both hands, and walked slowly to the young scholar with a calm face. She lowered her head and eyes, as if she was too shy to look at him...