The bustle of Xingzi Town fades away at night.

It was a time when everything was completely silent.

However, at a cliff dock to the west of the town, there was a cloud sea ferry about 20 meters long, which slowly moved and set sail.

In the eyes of some monks in the town who were admiring the night view or about to return home, the hull of the cloud sea ferry was raised, with a round, yellowish moon in the background.

It seems like it is heading to the Moon Palace.

What these passers-by don’t know is that this Yunhai ferry has very few passengers, because the distinguished guests on it are indeed very expensive in Dali...

In the middle of the deck, a thin old man with a Taoist appearance and a purple-gold right eye glanced at the back of the tall and majestic man in a blue satin python robe standing at the bow.

The Regent of Dali, who spoke very little tonight, stood with his hands behind his back. He seemed to be looking down at the Xingzi town below, wondering what he was thinking.

The thin old man, who is the leader of Ziwei Pavilion, one of the largest immortal families in Nanxing County, has an equally thin figure behind him.

But he was a young man, looking a little weak, wearing plain clothes. The only thing that didn't match his thinness and weakness was his face.

It's red and swollen like a pig's head.

The frail man was holding a cold night-shining pearl in his hand, rolling it back and forth to apply to the swollen wound on his face. The swelling had subsided a lot by now, and his face could be roughly seen.

If Zhao Rong, who was worried about the Second Lady's plan, was present at this moment, he would definitely recognize this man at a glance and blurt out "Young Master with Kidney Deficiency".

Ziwei Pavilion Master Chen Er withdrew his gaze, turned around, glanced at his youngest son, turned around and walked directly to the stern of the ship.

Young Master Shenxu lowered his head, glanced at the regent who had set up the trap tonight at the bow of the ship, turned around and followed his father.

On the deck at the stern, Chen Er squinted his eyes and looked at the ground below, and said softly: "Well, we did a good job tonight."

Despite the old man's praise, Master Shenxu slumped his shoulders, lowered his head, nodded slightly, and then silently rolled the night pearl on his face.

"Ah." Chen Er sighed, turned around and gently patted the shoulder of his beloved son, "Thank you for your hard work. Go back and have a good rest. The prince will reward you generously tomorrow."

If the monks from Nanxing County were present at this moment, they would definitely be very surprised. After all, this scene was very inconsistent with everyone's previous impressions.

At this moment, Chen Er from Ziwei Pavilion turned around and was about to leave.

Young Master Shenxu, who was really weak tonight, suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice, "Dad, why... why is it Senior Sister Su?"

He mustered up his courage and said, "Senior Sister Su is a rare talent in our Ziwei Pavilion. You think highly of her. Given time, she might be able to lead our Ziwei Pavilion to a whole new level. Are you going to... just give her away to someone else as a gift?"

Chen Er turned his head and looked at him without saying anything.

Master Shenxu couldn't help but say, "We have other female cultivators in Ziwei Pavilion who can replace her and give her to that weird scholar tonight. Why did they choose her? Could it be... Could it be that the prince insisted on choosing her..."

As he spoke, his voice became smaller and smaller, and then he hung his head and said to himself, "Okay."

Chen Er suddenly shook his head, "No, the prince asked me to decide."

The Kidney Deficiency Master opened his eyes and said, "Dad, you..."

The thin old man with fluttering sleeves and a celestial appearance on the deck nodded calmly, "Yes."

"Dad, are you afraid that she will snatch the position of Pavilion Master from me in the future? I really don't want to be Pavilion Master. Senior Sister Su is better than me and is more suitable for this position..."

Chen Er suddenly interrupted, "Well, you just want her body and want her to be the Pavilion Master. You want to be the Pavilion Master's husband in the future."

Master Shenxu: “…”

Chen Er suddenly narrowed his eyes and said, "You can't control it."

Master Shenxu, who was exposed by his father's words, stammered, "What...what can't I grasp?"

Chen Er turned around and asked, "Did Su Qingdai have any feelings for you or hinted at you?"

Master Shenxu's voice was hoarse, and he became more and more lonely as he spoke:

"No. Senior Sister Su should have seen that I was hiding my strength, but with her talent... she should have disdained it. She is already at the top among the younger generation in our Dali Mountain. She may not be interested in the position of our Ziwei Pavilion Master. She should go to a bigger world..."

He murmured, "In fact, it's not just me who is like this. Senior Sister Su has always been very cold, very quiet, and keeps to herself. Many of our brothers and sisters in the pavilion are ignored by her. Senior Sister Su is like a pure and innocent fairy in the Moon Palace. Who can win her favor? She is just like this... not just mine..."

Chen Er calmly looked at his youngest son who was infatuated and confused about his relationship, and interrupted:

"Look at how bewildered you are. Let me ask you, how many suitors has Su Qingdai had over the years?"

Master Shenxu turned his eyes away and sighed, "There are many. Many people like Senior Sister Su, including Senior Brother Zeng, Senior Brother Yue, and Senior Brother Qin in our pavilion... and even several core disciples from the Beichen Hall next door. As for those outside, there are even more..."

Chen Er snorted coldly, "Are they all similar to you? Su Qingdai has no contact with them, but she still bewitched you all and turned you into infatuated seeds one by one. The result is that you are just idiots with unrequited love!"

Master Shenxu wanted to say something but stopped himself. He had nothing to refute and remained silent.

This old immortal who has been famous in Lidi for many years narrowed his eyes and said, "You were also involved in what happened tonight. You saw it carefully. Did you feel that Su Qingdai was a little strange? She was a little different in front of that Mr. Zhao than she was in front of you in the past?"

Master Shenxu's face turned pale. When he thought of what happened in Zuixian Tower tonight, he felt as if his soul had been taken away. He held on to the railing, took a deep breath, and finally recovered.

But his heart still twitched from time to time.

He sent away the senior sister whom he had secretly loved for many years, and he took the initiative to assist her. Master Shenxu felt waves of heart palpitations and pain, his teeth were about to break, but he could only swallow it.

At this moment, at the stern of the ferry flying in the clouds, in the night wind that leaked in through the rune restriction, the voice of an old man with purple-gold pupils came:

"Some things, haven't you seen through them yet? Love-struck seeds? They are clearly a bunch of fools."

This light remark stunned the pale-faced Master Shenxu. He was not stupid to begin with, "What...what..."

Chen Er looked at him and said nothing for a moment.

Thus, the atmosphere between the father and son on the deck fell silent for a while, as if the air was frozen.

At some point.

Master Shenxu broke the silence without giving up.

He gritted his teeth and said, "No, Senior Sister Su is like this, it's not her fault! Her parents and the Su family fell into the hands of Zhou Dufu. The Su family's kindness to her is well known. Senior Sister Su...she is cold on the outside but warm on the inside, and she is a person who values ​​love. You and the prince can't help her. She grabbed a life-saving straw in desperation and believed in the so-called true love. This...this is understandable!"

Chen Er frowned and looked at his younger son who seemed a little crazy.

As Master Shenxu was speaking, he covered his chest with his hands and said with great sorrow:

"Dad, is there really no way you can save the Su family? Even you can't do it, so how can that Mr. Zhao really do it? Instead of letting Senior Sister Su down, Dad, you... when you were writing with the spirit writing brush, you should have helped me. Tell Senior Sister Su that I... I am the destined prince! Why can't you help me?"

The old man with purple-gold eyes and a sage-like appearance had very deep wrinkles on his face. He looked at Master Shenxu silently with deep eyes.

This gloomy look suddenly woke the latter up and made him feel a little uneasy.

Chen Er suddenly said:

"Have you forgotten the wise words left by our ancestors before us?"

Young Master Shenxu was stunned.

But soon, the old man's voice continued to be heard faintly:

"Remember, in Lidi, the more beautiful and graceful a woman is, the more dangerous she is... This is a bloody lesson learned in Lidi."

Young Master Shenxu's pale lips moved.

The pupils of the Ziwei Pavilion Master were deep: "Although my Taoism may not allow me to see through everything, this Su Qingdai is definitely not as simple as you think, and the water in Dali is... very deep.

"Forget about you, you useless bear. With your little skills, you can't control this girl. When you go back, you must keep hiding your strength. The current situation is already very good for us. Not only does it show our sincere loyalty to the prince, but it also allows our Ziwei Pavilion to get rid of Su Qingdai, who is a troublesome burden.

"Huh~ Let that unfortunate Mr. Zhao take over, but don't let this girl come back... Hey, God knows how scared I was when she stayed in the pavilion for so many years!"

Master Shenxu's body was shaking unconsciously, and at a certain moment, his spirit completely collapsed.

After the shock, I had completely given up.

…

In an open-air tavern.

Zhao Rong glanced at the old horse brought by Zhou Dufu not far away, and suddenly said:

"The old general came alone?"

Zhou Dufu turned his head and looked in the direction of Hanjing, and nodded: "Bring more people, the empress in the palace will probably not be able to sleep."

Zhao Rong did not respond, but shook his head and sighed.

Zhou Dufu raised his eyebrows and asked cooperatively, "Sir, why are you sighing?"

There was a young scholar from Ziwei Pavilion who looked like a beautiful fairy beside him. His tone was somewhat regretful:

"I heard that the old general has a very good relationship with Beichen Palace... Well, are there no fairies and beauties in Beichen Palace? You can bring them along to play."

Zhou Dufu: “…”

The open-air tavern was somewhat quiet.

The wealthy old man and a group of students looked in silence at the person who was making crazy hints.

Zhao Rong waved his hand and said, "I don't have any other intentions, I just want to get to know you."

Get to know each other, chat and then get to know each other better?

The atmosphere at the table became even more dead silent.

When it comes to making the whole audience feel awkward and silent, Zhao Rong has never disappointed them.

At this moment, the gentle and demure Su Qingdai supported Zhao Rong's arm, straightened her back, leaned close to his ear, and whispered something that everyone in the room could hear:

"Zi Yu, I know something about Beichen Temple. They have mostly male monks, and they are all boring men. There are no outstanding female monks."

She exhaled a sweet fragrance and didn't mind the fact that the man who depended on her was eating from the bowl and looking at the pot while thinking about other women.

Zhao Rong, who was playing the role of a lustful, cunning and greedy Confucian scholar, tilted his head slightly, and his ears were a little further away from her red lips which were so close to him.

Su Qingdai was not annoyed, her beautiful eyes were sparkling.

She had dark black eyebrows, and was looking up at his face, whispering:

"In fact, I... I also know a few good fairies in the mountains of Dali. How about... I introduce them to you later."

Huh? Zhao Rong opened his eyes slightly, and finally couldn't help turning his head to look at her, secretly shocked.

There is such a good thing? Outrageous... No, it's sensible!

It fits the role he is pretending to be now.

Zhao Rong calmly gave Xiao Qian'er, who was counting quietly, a reassuring look. Well, he was just acting according to the situation.

Then.

"Oh?" The young scholar held the wine glass with two fingers, raised his eyebrows frivolously, raised one hand, pinched Su Qingdai's pointed little chin, and lifted her jade-like face.

Looking at the beautiful face that was tilted upward, he chuckled, "It's not in vain that I love you."

Su Qingdai smiled faintly, her eyes narrowed.

"This is a reward for you." Zhao Rong tilted the wine glass in his hand forward, moved it to her rouge-stained lips, and took a sip of wine.

After taking a sip, Su Qingdai took the cup very sensibly and filled it up again without looking at Xiao Qian'er.

Zhao Rong turned around and continued to persevere:

"Old General, do you have any outstanding juniors that you want to help? You can actually bring them to meet each other, especially interesting beauties. We are all friends. Your juniors are my juniors. It is my duty to help the juniors. I can also help give them some pointers."

Are you sure you're just giving me some advice? Damn it, you're a scholar, how can you be more extravagant than me when I was young...

Zhou Dufu couldn't help but look at Zhao Rong again, pursing his lips and saying nothing.

He took another sip of his wine, coughed and shook his head, "Sorry, Mr. Zhao, no."

As if he felt his tone was a bit dry, this warrior who looked like a rich man paused and couldn't help but speak:

"Sir, I have already invited you to drink with everyone, and I have also agreed to the request of Fairy Su beside you. Aren't we friends now?"

Zhao Rong looked at Zhou Dufu expressionlessly.

Good fellow, you want to bribe me with just a table of wine! And it’s not just flower wine.

He sighed and said nothing, but his meaning was obvious:

With just this little bit of information, it's hard for me to help you.

The wealthy old man looked somewhat helpless. He thought for a moment, straightened his face, reached into his sleeve and fumbled around.

Amid countless gazes, Zhou Dufu took out a booklet with a blue cover and handed it to Zhao Rong silently.

The pages of the book are a little yellow and old, and the corners are curled up.

Zhao Rong flipped through it curiously and his eyes suddenly lit up.

As a fellow warrior, he recognized the meaning of the words immediately after seeing them.

nice one.

For him.

The next second, the young scholar pulled away the arm that was being held by the beautiful woman next to him, rubbed his hands with a bright smile, and said enthusiastically:

"General, you are being too polite. If you have anything to say to each other, just say it freely. Why are you being so polite?"

He shoved the blue-covered booklet into his arms while speaking in a 'blaming' tone.

Zhou Dufu and the others: "..."