"Su Xiaoxiao, where is my bold and free-spirited celebrity suit?"

"I washed it for you."

"What? Are you done now? Today is such an important occasion, and I need to wear it."

"Yes, it's already dried. You asked me to fumigate it the day before yesterday, so I washed it for you."

"That's good. I specially asked Wen Ruo to prepare it for me. Only this kind of elegant and elegant clothes with flying sleeves and long clothes dragging on the ground can match my status as a top-class... top-class master. Oh, it's not bad, Su Xiaoxiao, you fumigated the clothes to make them smell good... Damn, how did it get sewn up? Su Xiaoxiao! Did you sew the front of the collar up?"

After getting up and washing up in the morning, Zhao Rong, who was about to change his clothes, looked at the luxurious clothes in his hand that Lin Wenruo had carefully prepared with shock on his face.

The open-breasted shirt that originally only needed to be tied with a long belt was now sewn together from the chest to above the knees. What made Zhao Rong even more speechless was that this third-rate tailor sewed it so shoddily that there were still thread ends on it.

Su Xiaoxiao, who was clearing the dishes with her back to Zhao Rong, shrank her head when she heard the words, and hurriedly ran away with the basket, leaving behind a sentence, "Xiaoxiao, this dress is too revealing, so I, I, I will help you sew it a little bit..."

Zhao Rong was so angry that he laughed, "How can you be a hooligan? It's not like I don't wear a belt. Besides, everyone wears it like this. Where will I put my eight-pack abs that I worked so hard to train?"

Zhao Rong patted his forehead and decided not to cause trouble for the little girl. He didn't have time to play with her today.

The young scholar, whose most stylish outfit was ruined, changed into a simple white Confucian robe, packed up all his things, picked up his book box, and pushed the door open.

Not only will he travel with his luggage, Su Xiaoxiao and Liu Sanbian will also take their luggage with them, and many members of the Lin family will also go out with their luggage, and go to Taibai Mountain together to wait for the result of the Confucian-Taoist debate.

Because according to Lin Wenruo's plan, once they lost the debate between Confucianism and Taoism, they would immediately speed up and leave Zhongnan Kingdom while the crowd of onlookers had not yet dispersed and the opponent did not dare to go against his promise and kill them all.

Afterwards, Lin Wenruo also arranged a fallback plan for the three of them, but Zhao Rong hoped that it would not be necessary because that was already the worst case scenario.

At one o'clock in the morning, the gate of the Lanxi Lin's Manor was slowly pushed open, and a large team filed out.

Thousands of black-clad Yulin guards, nearly a hundred tall carriages, and countless entourages drove towards Luojing in a mighty manner.

The destination is the Sutra Preaching Platform on Mount Taibai south of Luojing City, which will determine the fate of Zhongnan Kingdom for the next thousand years.

Inside the black carriage at the front of the Lanxi Lin family's motorcade, the atmosphere was somewhat solemn and... awkward?

There were only three people in the car, and they were also the three protagonists of this Confucianism-Taoism debate.

Zhao Rong played with the milky white jade plate at his waist with his right hand, and his thumb gently stroked the five words "Beautiful Jade Embellished with Silk Tassels" on the warm jade plate. He calmly ignored the strange looks of Lin Wenruo and Chen Muzhi, sniffed the agarwood lightly, and his eyes stayed on a wall decoration in the car. Suddenly... he missed a certain woman.

Ever since he realized that he was actually the original body that had awakened the memories and personality of his past life, he had a new feeling of being an eyewitness to every little detail he had with her and Qian'er.

Sometimes when I was walking on the road, her once beautiful smile would flash through my mind inadvertently.

Sometimes when I was drinking with Wen Ruo, when I was drunk, I would remember the beauty behind the scenes that day.

During those days, I was copying scriptures in the Lingguan Temple, which was boring. Apart from making plans and when I was in a trance, the things that came to my mind most were the poems of Tsangyang Gyatso and her.

In this life, I travel through mountains and rivers, not to prepare for the next life, just to see you.

When Chen Muzhi saw Zhao Rong dressed like this, he couldn't help but speak to Lin Wenruo, "Brother Ziyu, why are you dressed so casually? Wenruo, didn't you prepare formal clothes for Brother Ziyu?"

Lin Wenruo coughed lightly and was about to say that the value of the outfit he prepared for Zhao Rong was enough to buy a large house in Luojing, but Zhao Rong had already come to his senses and spoke first.

Zhao Rong explained seriously, "Didn't we agree that I would dress up as a top-notch horse? I'm not very satisfied with the outfit that Wen Ruo prepared for me. I feel that it doesn't reflect my status as a master..."

Zhao Rong paused for a moment and continued, "This simple outfit is good now. Imagine that the three of us will go on stage together. You two are both dressed elegantly and solemnly, and so is the person opposite you. Among the six people on stage, I am the only one wearing plain clothes and with a calm expression. Well, by then, it should be clear to everyone who is most likely to be the master... I say, you should understand what I mean, right?"

Chen Muzhi took a deep breath, nodded with a look of sudden realization, and said, "What Ziyu said is absolutely right. This move is very wonderful. It is like saying that great things are invisible and great sounds are silent. The more extreme something is, the more abnormal it is. And people in the world believe that something abnormal must be a demon... Brother Ziyu is truly a god."

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and nodded. Seeing that he had already imagined so much, he said no more. However, at this moment, he had imagined Su Xiaoxiao, the culprit who prevented him from showing off his eight-pack abs, several times in his mind, thinking about how to deal with this little girl who had a strong subjective initiative and dared to kill his "battle robe".

Lin Wenruo smiled when he heard this, but said nothing.

Soon, the convoy drove into Luojing City with great fanfare. When it was about to exit the south gate, Zhao Rong saw a spectacular scene through the car window along with tens of thousands of Luojing people.

In Luojing, thousands of feet above the sky, there was a person suspended in the air and standing quietly. He was a eunuch in a purple python robe, with an old face, long snow-white eyebrows, and slightly closed eyes.

The most bizarre thing was that the eunuch with white eyebrows was holding a blue and white porcelain bowl filled with water in one hand.

The sky was high and the wind was strong, but it could not blow even a corner of his clothes, and the water in the bowl did not make any ripples.

Suddenly, the white-browed eunuch opened his eyes slightly, turned his head to look in the direction of Taibai Mountain, then dumped the porcelain bowl in his hand, let go and stepped back.

The overturned blue and white porcelain bowl was suspended in the air, and the clear water in the bowl poured out, but the water, which was only a small bowl, kept surging.

The blue and white porcelain bowl is so small, but it seems as if there is a river in the sky hidden in it.

The water in the bowl flows endlessly, and a waterfall pierces through the white clouds and flows down.

Suddenly, the waterfall seemed to hit the ground somewhere high in the sky over Luojing, encountered an obstacle, and stopped falling to the earth. Instead, it gathered together and formed a "water drop".

Zhao Rong sat in the carriage, looking up at the "water drop" in the sky. He saw an endless waterfall falling from the white clouds. The elliptical "water drop" was getting bigger and bigger. At this time, it was already a hundred feet high. No matter where people in Luojing were in the city, they could see it as long as they looked up.

Finally, a strange scene suddenly emerged from the huge "water drop".

It is a magnificent ancient platform surrounded by ancient pines and cypresses on all sides.

"That's the Sutra Preaching Platform, our destination." Lin Wenruo said on the side.

Seeing the curiosity on the faces of his two companions, he smiled and explained, "This is an image produced by a magic weapon called the Mirror Flower Water Moon White Glass Bowl, which is treasured by the royal family of Zhongnan Kingdom. This bowl is a pair, and this is one of them. The other one should be at the Sutra Platform in Taibai Mountain at this moment. Therefore, the water curtain produced by the Mirror Flower Water Moon White Glass Bowl in front of you can manifest the image and sound of the Sutra Platform."

"One hundred thousand Luojing citizens do not need to leave the city. They can watch today's Confucian-Taoist debate anywhere in the city!"