It's windy.

Xia Yang also quietly hid in the clouds.

The originally sunny weather was like a beautiful lady wearing new clothes.

The weather was perfect for traveling, but the group of people in the Drunken Pavilion who were trying to avoid the sun did not notice this at all.

Because the changes in the pavilion caught everyone off guard.

The atmosphere is a bit weird.

Su Xiaoxiao opened her eyes wide and looked at the tall and handsome musician not far away.

What did he say his name was? Lin Qingchi, courtesy name Wenruo? Hmm, Xiaoxiao couldn't have heard it wrong.

The little fox demon looked at Zhao Rong with confusion.

But Zhao Rong didn't have time to look at her at this time.

Because he was also surprised, but he was sure that he had not heard it wrong. He looked at the musician again, who was now looking at him with a smile.

Zhao Rong coughed lightly, then stood up and saluted.

"My name is Zhao Rong, and my courtesy name is Ziyu."

Lin Wenruo pushed the piano stand forward, stood up, straightened his clothes, and returned the greeting solemnly.

"It is not a gentleman to talk about others behind their backs. Today I have acted like a villain." Zhao Rong wanted to salute again.

Lin Wenruo walked forward quickly, supporting himself with both hands, with a helpless expression. "Brother Ziyu is too polite. Why do you say that? It's obviously Qingchi who acted as a villain and eavesdropped on Brother Ziyu's conversation behind his back."

"Besides, it is Qing Chi's honor to meet Brother Zi Yu today." Lin Wenruo's eyes were bright. "But Brother Zi Yu's words of praise just now were too high. Qing Chi felt..."

Zhao Rong listened attentively and guessed what he was going to say next. He had already thought of a way to refute his words and prepared to praise him a few more times so that they could be humble to each other for a while.

Lin Wenruo: "It feels right. It feels absolutely right."

"Brother Wen Ruo is too modest... huh?"

Zhao Rong was stunned.

Su Xiaoxiao burst out laughing.

Lin Wenruo blinked twice quickly.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows.

Immediately, the two Confucian scholars smiled at each other.

In the Xuanhuang Realm, only Confucian scholars would take a courtesy name, and Confucian scholars would generally only call each other by their courtesy names. So for a famous Confucian scholar, people would only remember his surname and courtesy name, but their full name would rarely be known. For example, the second generation emperor of the human race, whose real name was Jiang Cang and courtesy name was Taiqing, but most people only knew Jiang Taiqing and had no idea who Jiang Cang was.

The atmosphere on Zhao Rong's side became relaxed, but the atmosphere on the side of the pavilion near the door was solemn.

Li Shiqian and the other two stood where they were, without moving at all, glancing cautiously at Zhao Rong.

After Lin Wenruo spoke, the fat Taoist priest Chen Hongyuan's eyes showed surprise and doubt, his breathing became a little rapid, and the fat on his face trembled slightly. At this time, seeing a fact that he could not believe was already in front of him, he gasped for breath and dared not speak loudly.

The fat Taoist narrowed his eyes, casually tucked the whisk in his hand under his armpit, turned around quietly, raised his leg and looked back, and saw that the man over there was still chatting and laughing. He took a deep breath, turned his back, walked out of the pavilion with light steps, and never looked back.

Mr. Qingxi gritted his teeth and tightened his cheeks. He did not take any medicine today, but his cheeks became thinner, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was hysterical.

What two idiots! Idiots! Why did you say something else but Lin Wenruo?! Now, if he glances at us, we will all die!

When the old man thought of what Lin Wenruo had done according to the rumors, he wished he could use the whisk in his hand to beat his companion and the fat Taoist priest to death.

Who is Lin Wenruo? The current head of the Lanxi Lin family, the most powerful family in Zhongnan, if Chongxu Temple is the leader of Taoism in Zhongnan, then the Lanxi Lin family is the leader of Confucianism in Zhongnan! Every head of the family is the leader of the literary world and the prime minister of the court in Zhongnan, whether it is open or secret.

Some people joked, "How did the king of Zhongnan rule the country?" A Taoist priest Lan and a scholar Lin.

The former was the abbot of Chongxu Temple and also served as the national teacher of Zhongnan. The latter was the head of the Lanxi Lin family, whose status in Zhongnan was second only to the national teacher and the king.

Mr. Qingxi secretly groaned in his heart. Although he was somewhat famous in the circle of celebrities in Luojing, he was nothing in front of the Lanxi Lin family. Even the most famous Zhongnan celebrity was just an insignificant little character to the Lanxi Lin family.

The fight between the two great men, the Imperial Master Qing Jingzi and Lin Wenruo, is nothing to you two idiots! The debate between Confucianism and Taoism hasn't even begun yet, but every day in Luojing, Taoists, Confucian scholars and officials are having their homes confiscated and their families exterminated. Now, if you are affected by the waves of this struggle, you will die. And you have touched the tiger's butt!

In fact, this cannot be entirely blamed on Li Shiqian and Chen Hongyuan. After all, they never thought that they would meet the person involved in the incident that is currently being hotly discussed across the country in a pavilion outside Luojing City where there are not many tourists.

Moreover, Zhongnan Kingdom never prohibited its citizens from discussing state affairs, so the trend of pure conversation was very popular. Even ordinary women who did laundry and cooking at home could gossip about the king behind his back.

However, that is based on the premise that you know the other party is a big shot and cannot hear your words as a small person with little influence.

It's okay to curse Lin Wenruo behind his back, because everyone does that, but now that you're cursing him in front of him, I can only respect you as a man.

Mr. Qingxi lamented endlessly and stood still, not daring to move at all, for fear of attracting that man's attention. He glanced at Li Shiqian beside him and found that his legs were trembling and his face was pale, even worse than him. He actually felt a little comforted in his heart, it seemed that he was not the worst.

Wait, I didn’t seem to say anything bad about Lin Wenruo just now, it seems like these two idiots said it!

Mr. Qingxi was so delighted that he completely forgot that although he had not spoken just now, he was just nodding in agreement with a cold face.

At this moment, he saw the fat Taoist priest who was closer to the door than him and claimed that he would suppress Lin Wenruo's dog head in person was quietly running away. At first, his steps were steady and even, but later on, his steps became faster and faster, and finally he ran down the mountain as if he was escaping...

The old man holding the whisk followed suit, moving lightly and tiptoeing, pretending not to know his companion, and ran away quickly.

Li Shiqian heard a slight noise behind him, turned around with a pale face, and saw that the other two had already escaped. Stunned, he stood there hesitating for a few seconds, then hurriedly caught up.

When the old man saw his companion following him, he was so frightened that he was afraid of being implicated by him, so he ran away. The two of them chased each other, staggering down the mountain, stumbling all the way.

Not long after they left, a warrior in black strode towards them in the direction they had left.

The black-clad warrior stopped in front of the pavilion, bowed his head and saluted towards the inside of the pavilion, then glanced at Liu Sanbian, then turned his back and stood guard at the door, motionless.

Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze from outside the pavilion.

"Brother Ziyu, don't pay attention to it." Lin Wenruo kept smiling.

"It's easy to get a fortune, but it's hard to find a soulmate. Please listen to Qing Chi play another song."

After saying that, Lin Wenruo reached out and gently grasped Zhao Rong's wrist through his sleeve, then turned around and pulled him towards the guqin.

"This song was inspired by a fisherman. That year, Qing Chi and his schoolmates traveled to a small country in the east. They passed by an unknown ancient ferry and were boating on the river. They saw a fisherman singing drunkenly in the sunset and a wild goose flying in the sky. So they wrote this song together. The name of the song is "Drunk Fisherman Singing at Dusk". It's a pity that the classmate and friend can't come anymore..."

"But I'm lucky to meet Brother Ziyu today."

Zhao Rong's face changed. He never expected that he would grab his hand. Although he knew that some Confucian scholars had the hobby of shaking hands intimately with their friends, he never thought that he would encounter one unexpectedly.

Zhao Rong struggled hard secretly, but was surprised to find that Lin Wenruo didn't seem to be holding him tightly. He didn't feel any pain at all, but he couldn't get free.

Zhao Rong turned his head while struggling, and saw Su Xiaoxiao with her mouth slightly open, looking at her "held" hand with surprise. Then, as if the door to a new world had opened, her expression was enlightened.

Hey, what's that expression on your face?

Liu Sanbian looked at him inquiringly.

Zhao Rong hesitated for a while and shook his head, then turned around and said, "Brother Wenruo, I am stupid and don't understand the piano music, so forget it."

"Brother Ziyu, don't be modest. How can a Confucian scholar not understand the music of the zither? If you are not very proficient in it, you should listen to more music."

"Then Brother Wen Ruo, can you please let go of my hand first?"

"So this is what Brother Ziyu cares about, Qing Chi and Meng Lang." Lin Wenruo suddenly realized and immediately let go, speaking apologetically.

"It's okay." Zhao Rong withdrew his hand, his eyes stayed on his face for a while, then turned to look outside the Zuiweng Pavilion with a calm expression.

He said casually, "Brother Wen Ruo came here specifically to see me, right?"

The mountain where the Drunken Old Man Pavilion is located is quite high. At this moment, the sky is covered with white clouds. The mountain wind is like a wild horse with a rein, rushing in from all directions and struggling hard in the pavilion.

Zhao Rong's sleeves were filled with the mountain breeze, and his clothes were fluttering.

Lin Wenruo, who had his back to Zhao Rong, surprisingly did not lift a single sleeve.

He stopped walking and was silent for a moment, then continued walking to the zither, stretching out his right hand to stroke the paulownia wood body of the zither, which had a faint fragrance.

A gentle voice came slowly on the wind.

"Yes, I'm here to apologize to Brother Ziyu."

"Why apologize?"

The eight-foot-tall man next to the zither turned around, faced Zhao Rong, and sighed slightly.

"I don't discipline my brother strictly."

He stretched out his index finger, hooked it lightly, and a sound of the piano rang out.

The black-clad warrior who was watching outside the pavilion walked away and brought back the two people soon.

In front of him was a young man in a purple robe.

An old man in gray followed behind.

When he came closer, Zhao Rong's eyes fixed.

The black-clad warrior stayed outside the pavilion while the two newcomers walked into it.

"Master." The old man in gray bowed his head and saluted.

Lin Wenruo nodded slightly, then looked at the purple-robed man who had kept his head down and remained silent since he came in.

Lin Qingxuan was silent for a while and then uttered a word.

"elder brother."

Lin Wenruo turned his head away, not wanting to look at him anymore, his expression cold.

"Brother Ziyu, I never thought that this beast did so many beastly things after I went to the academy. As soon as I came back, this beast hid away again, and ended up offending you in Longquan Ferry." Lin Wenruo's voice suddenly became louder when he said this.

"The beast is talking!"

The purple-robed man shuddered when he heard this, and his voice trembled. "Mr. Zhao, I'm sorry."

"And more."

The purple-robed man clenched his fists and lowered his head. "I was blind and offended you, sir. Please forgive me."

"Louder."

The purple-robed man was silent for a while, his fists trembling, his voice hoarse, and he shouted again and again, "I am blind and offended..."

“Kneel down!”

The air was like a silver mirror shattered.

The words were suddenly interrupted by a scolding.

The man with his head down stopped abruptly.

He released his fists, and suddenly raised his head, his nostrils flaring, his eyes wide open, staring intently at the eight-foot-tall man standing next to the zither. "I won't kneel! Lin Qingchi, what qualifications do you have to make me kneel?"

"You are a lunatic! You are using the entire Lanxi Lin family as a bargaining chip to gamble! Just for your ridiculous delusion that is just as ridiculous as your dead father's?"

Tears dripped from his chin and he screamed hysterically.

"You don't deserve the surname Lin, you don't deserve Sister Yuqing, you don't deserve me to kneel down! You don't deserve it! You don't deserve it! You don't deserve it!"

"You don't deserve it!"

The words "You're not worthy of tearing his throat" burst out of his mouth.

The tall man beside the guqin stiffened his body, his right shoulder slumped slightly, his slender five fingers gripped the guqin like hooks, and veins on the back of his fair hand bulged, twisted, and tangled.

The next moment.

The mountain wind inside the pavilion suddenly stopped, and there was no sound of wind outside the pavilion. It was as if the raging wind all over the mountain was taken into the sleeves of the Immortal with Big Sleeves, bringing peace to the world!

"Zheng!" A sound of a string breaking was heard.

The purple-robed man who was roaring incessantly had his throat suddenly strangled by something, leaving five finger marks on his neck, and could only make sporadic hissing sounds, like a worn-out hand-cranked hair dryer. He grabbed his neck with both hands, trying to regain the right to speak, but to no avail.

"Zheng! Zheng!" Two more sounds of broken strings came.

"Bang! Bang!" The purple-robed man's pampered body staggered left and right, and his knees hit the ground.

"Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!" Three sounds of strings breaking followed one after another.

"Pa! Pa! Pa!" Crisp slapping sounds rang out one after another. The purple-robed man's face shook three times in a row. When he looked again, his face was alternating between purple, red and white, and he was so bloated that he was unrecognizable.

However, there was still a pair of bloodshot eyes staring at the tall man who was standing with his back to the piano in the pavilion.

"Stare again."

It was a very calm voice, just as gentle as the first time Zhao Rong heard him speak.

On the last string, a finger, a red bead dripped from the fingertip.

“Zheng!”

The string breaks.

The purple-robed figure in the center of the pavilion fell down with his head hung.

Bloodshot eyes closed.