Three feet in front of Zhao Rong, Luo Xiu stopped, bowed gracefully, and gently opened her lips to utter the second sentence of the night.

The woman's voice is clear and elegant.

"Excuse me, is this Zhao Ziyu, Mr. Zhao?"

Zhao Rong nodded, "Yes, it is me."

Luo Xiu suddenly raised her head, stared at him, and said coquettishly, "I like your poems very much."

"Girl, do you like Tu Yile too? Well, if you like it, I'll give it to you."

"Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome. One poem for seven breaths is plenty. If you want more, I have more." Zhao Rong waved his hand modestly.

The other guests looked at Zhao Rong, who was loved by the fairy, with different eyes. When they heard the poem composed in seven breaths, they took a deep breath.

Gu Yiwu and the students of Justice Hall couldn't help but twitch their lips.

A little girl couldn't help laughing, her eyes sparkling as she watched her lover being admired by everyone.

Luo Xiu's eyes never left Zhao Rong's face, and she said softly, "Mr. Zhao is really amazing. He only needs seven breaths. He is truly a great talent."

Hiss, if you praise me like this, I won’t be polite.

Zhao Rong thought of this and said with admiration: "Miss, you have good taste. I have hidden my weapon but it still couldn't be hidden from your sharp eyes."

"Sir, you are so funny."

"The girl is so honest."

"Sir, please don't break your sleeves."

"Girl, I'm just speaking the truth."

“…”

The wave of commercial flattery left the stunning girl speechless. She did not respond, but nodded slightly and went straight to business.

She smiled gorgeously and said, "Thank you for the poem, young master. Xiu'er has nothing to repay you with. I only have a weak body and limited strength. Tonight, can you let Xiu'er... help you make the bed and fold the quilt, and do my best to repay you. In addition, Xiu'er admires your poetry talent, and I also want to ask you about the Seven Breaths tonight..."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the guests became extremely jealous.

After Gu Yiwu and the students of Justice Hall looked at each other with resentment, their eyes were also filled with envy.

They all looked at Zhao Rong who had a gentle smile.

Such a beautiful woman almost came up to me on her own initiative, and her words were clear as day, she was offering herself to me.

When it comes to making the bed and folding the quilt, asking for advice on poetry, don't you have the final say on how to make the bed and how to ask for advice?

But apparently, someone didn't think so...

Zhao Rong, who was still smiling a second ago, suddenly looked serious the next second, "Are you going to rely on me?"

His tone was alert, as if he was telling boys to protect themselves when outside.

Luo Xiu: “…”

Everyone in the audience: “…”

"Sir."

Luo Xiu stared at Zhao Rong and suddenly called out.

This stunning girl tilted her head slightly, biting her lips, with a few crystal tears in her eyes, showing a soft, shy, pity and regretful feeling.

She said word by word: "Don't treat Xiu'er with contempt anymore. I like you, please have mercy on me, sir, and comb my hair for me."

Zhao Rong's expression returned to calm as he looked closely at the eyes of the beautiful girl in front of him, who was as beautiful as bright fireworks. There was a strange color in the eyes, which seemed to contain the fireworks of unknown destiny.

He suddenly said something out of nowhere, "Can you not comb your hair?"

Luo Xiu stared straight at Zhao Rong, her red lips bitten blue by her small pearly teeth. She shook her head seriously. The next second, she lowered her head again. This time, she came in front of Zhao Rong with lowered eyebrows and submissive eyes. There was a charming fragrance between her sleeves. She picked up food and poured tea for him obediently.

The beautiful lady with golden powder and red sleeves adds fragrance and is extremely gentle as she serves Zhao Rong.

The prostitute who had a clean body and owned a rare and famous furnace more than ten years ago has turned into a clingy little kitten, trying to rub against her owner.

Zhao Rong leaned back slightly, and she was almost close to his arms, and even bent over to sit on his legs, but fortunately he quickly spread his legs.

Well, this stunning girl didn’t get any advantage at all.

Want to take advantage of me? It's not that easy.

Zhao Rong's actions stunned everyone in the hall. How come you are so experienced?

And Luo Xiu, the stunning fairy who had been pursued by all the men on the field not long ago, made the whole field silent with her persistent pursuit of Zhao Rong.

Is there any justice in this world?

In particular, behind the person who was being pursued, there was a pretty girl whose appearance was no less than Luo Xiu's and whose temperament was lively and beautiful. She was staring at Luo Xiu with her eyebrows raised, and the expression on her little face was very dissatisfied.

Those who are suffering from drought will die of drought, and those who are suffering from flood will die of flood! Is this reasonable?

Even though Gu Yiwu, who always thought he had a good psychological quality, was still frowning and couldn't help complaining in his heart.

"Sir, try this dish. It's the signature dish of Zuixianlou. It's soft and crispy, and the fragrance lingers in your mouth."

“…”

"Sir, please let me squeeze in."

“…”

"Sir, I took a sip of the tea. It's still a little hot. Let me blow on it for you."

"Fairy, please respect yourself!" Zhao Rong, who was teased and harassed, finally couldn't help but speak.

"How heavy is Xiu'er? Do you really want to know?"

"..."Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong was speechless for a while. Finally, he sighed softly, spread his hands, and gave Gu Yiwu and other classmates a helpless look, the meaning of which was obvious.

I really don't want to comb her hair.

“???” Students.

Their expressions at the moment were roughly like this.

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Can we still have fun?

However, the friends in Mo Chi Academy could only complain in their hearts, but someone who had been ignored for a long time and almost forgotten by everyone, saw this fairy throwing herself into the arms of a man and chasing after him, and went crazy.

"Stop it, stop it right now, this is fucking unfair, there must be something fishy going on!!"

Master Shenxu's originally pale face was covered with an abnormal flush, his face turned red and his neck became thick, and his tone was filled with grief and anger.

"Why can't my poems that are of good quality be compared to those lousy poems by random people? His poems are not even good enough, how can he compare with mine? It's not fair! There must be something fishy going on!!!"

Master Shenxu's shout broke the silence in the hall.

He had a hysterical look on his face. He raised his hand and pointed his index finger at Zhao Rong viciously.

Crackling——!

Bang--!

In an instant, Master Shenxu flew backwards, and where he stopped, in the air at head height, there were a dozen pieces of miscellaneous tiny things "exploding".

There were foaming water, top-grade spiritual tea leaves, and patterned ceramic fragments flying in the air, along with a few drops of blood.

Obviously, a few breaths ago, these fragments, apart from the blood, were assembled into a quiet teacup filled with hot tea.

Next second.

The fragments of the teacup fell all over the place, but the strange thing was that the tea that still smelled of tea was suspended in the air without falling down at all, while at the same time, the few drops of blood from the teacup fell down without staining the tea that someone had worked so hard to brew.

After Master Shenxu was shot in the head, he flew backwards five meters and broke three tables in a row, causing a mess. Then, he was caught by a follower who rushed over with quick eyes and hands, and the force was relieved.

“Aaaaaaah——!”

Amid the pig-slaughtering wails of Master Shenxu, Zhao Qian'er took a step forward calmly. She was still holding a teapot in her hand, but the small teacup in her other hand was gone.

The clear voice echoed throughout Zuixian Tower.

"If you point your finger at my brother Rong'er again, next time it won't just be a broken teacup."

The little girl said lightly. As soon as she finished speaking, the clear tea that was suspended in the air after the teacup broke into pieces jumped up in unison and instantly turned into a three-foot-long flying sword made of water, making it impossible to see the process of their fusion clearly.

The next second, the clear water sword with the scent of white mist tea jumped again and suddenly appeared three feet above the forehead of Master Shenxu, who was surrounded and protected by his followers.

There is a flying sword three feet above your head.

The pupils of several followers who were about to step forward to protect Mr. Shenxu shrank and they stopped in their tracks. Faced with this tea-scented flying sword that could teleport, they were silent as a cicada.

He is a sword cultivator!

Zhao Qian'er narrowed her eyes slightly and suddenly said, "Did you hear that?"

“Ahhh——” Young Master Shenxu, who was wailing, was frightened by the flying sword that suddenly appeared above his head with the tip of the sword pointing directly at him. He burst into tears and nodded hurriedly, “I heard it, I heard it… Save me, save me quickly…”

There were obviously many people in the huge hall, but there was only one person screaming, and everyone else was silent.

Many guests looked at the pretty girl holding a teapot and pouring tea for someone with serious eyes. They had previously thought that she was just the concubine or maid of the young scholar, a little beauty like a vase.

I didn’t expect that she was a female swordsman, a very rare sight in Dali Mountain!

On the field, all the guests with some background had a look of shock and thought in their eyes, silently guessing the true origin of this group of dragons crossing the river. They definitely don't look like Li Ren... What are they doing here? Especially the young scholar who made the fairy Luo Xiu throw herself into his arms, he is very strange...

The air in the hall seemed to freeze, and suddenly, someone broke the silence.

"actually."

Zhao Rong chuckled and said, "I think what he said makes sense."

He turned his head and looked at Master Shenxu, who was trembling under the sword tip.

Alas, why learn something else but to become the brainless villain in vernacular novels? Is it so easy to be a villain... Zhao Rong complained speechlessly in his heart.

Then, amid everyone's puzzled and curious gazes, Zhao Rong turned around.

He cast his eyes on the beautiful girl who was meekly picking up the food, and said with a smile:

"Hmm, is there something fishy going on? Brother Yiwu's poems that were accepted by the young lady were not accepted, but my doggerel poems were accepted."

Luo Xiu tasted the dish quietly, put down her chopsticks gently, nodded, and then shook her head.

"Who says that a good poem will definitely please me?"

She raised her eyes to look at Zhao Rong's face and said softly, "Xiu'er likes your poems very much, because...you are like my dream lover."

The whole place fell silent again.

One gaze after another turned toward someone's face.

Zhao Rong: “…”

A young scholar who was the dream lover of a stunning fairy blushed.