While Lin Wenruo was away, Lan Yuqing looked at Lin Qingxuan who was standing in the crowd opposite.

After waiting for a while, when no one around was paying attention, the man turned his head to look at her, stared at her for a second, nodded slightly, and then looked away.

Lan Yuqing raised the corner of his mouth and looked up at a rosewood incense burner placed on the table in the center of the platform. There was no one on the stage at this time, but a few twisted and misty green smoke were slowly floating out of the incense burner.

The incense was used to calm the mind of those who were going on stage to debate. However, she added something else to the incense, which was as heavy as a mid-grade spirit stone.

This incense still has a calming effect on other people, but for people who have taken another kind of medicine, it has the opposite effect. They will gradually become restless and irritable when exposed to the incense, and then they will have fear, palpitations, and become distracted.

The purple-clothed woman glanced at the man in simple Confucian clothes a hundred feet away.

She always felt that this person named Zhao Ziyu looked familiar and wondered where she had seen him before, but she immediately dismissed the idea.

How could Lin Wenruo possibly show her this killer weapon that he had worked so hard to obtain? It must be because she had heard Li Shiqian and Chen Hongyuan describe his appearance before that she felt familiar with him.

Oh, you dare to call me a stinky nun that no one wants? You'd better pray that you can run away after losing today, otherwise if you fall into my hands, what can you do even if you are the disciple of the academy's headmaster? If you can't die, then I will make you half crippled.

Finally, a bell rang from not far away, it was already four quarters past the hour of Si.

After the bell stopped ringing, the whole place fell silent, with everyone's eyes focused on the king and the two people beside him.

However, the king, Lin Wenruo and Qingjingzi all stood there, not moving, waiting for something.

Suddenly, an old man with a wine gourd in his hand and drunken eyes stood up from the crowd. He walked out slowly with a hiking stick and came to the king.

"Thank you for troubling Mr. Liuyi."

The king and his two companions bowed respectfully to the old man.

The drunk old man waved his hand, shook the wine gourd and took a sip of wine.

Lan Yuqing watched this scene calmly.

This old man was invited to be the referee for the debate between Confucianism and Taoism.

He is one of the most famous hermits in Zhongnan Mountain and a great monk who is half a step away from the Nascent Soul stage. However, his real name is unknown and he calls himself Mr. Liuyi.

It is rumored that he was once a prince of a secular dynasty. After the fall of his country, he fled into the mountains to seek immortals and ask for the way. Now he lives in seclusion in Zhongnan Mountain.

The so-called origin of the name is that he said: "I have a collection of one million volumes of books, a collection of ten thousand volumes of ancient inscriptions, a sword, a chess set, and a pot of wine. As an old man, I have grown old among these five things. Isn't this six-one?"

Before this, he was recognized as the best debater in Zhongnan Kingdom. After the debate between Confucianism and Taoism was settled, she and Lin Wenruo both brought valuable gifts to his house and begged him to come out of seclusion, but he politely declined both times.

Later, the king personally came to ask him to be a judge in a case. Hearing that he owed a favor to the royal family, he readily agreed.

"Are all the people gathered?"

Mr. Liuyi asked.

"Layman, everyone is here, we can start."

Lin Wenruo and Qingjingzi both said respectfully.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Liuyi glanced at the two people in front of him, and seeing their resolute expressions, he did not try to persuade them.

He took a sip of wine, muttered a few words, turned around and said loudly:

"The rules of today's Confucian-Taoist debate have already been announced, so I won't repeat them. I just want to ask you two, what are the stakes for winning and losing? You must know that once this matter is decided, it must not be violated in front of everyone present, the 100,000 people of Zhongnan, and me."

The old man's voice spread throughout the venue, and along with the picture, it was transmitted to the people of the city through the white glass bowl.

After these words, the whole audience fell into silence.

Qing Jingzi and Lin Wenruo looked at each other, took a step forward, and said loudly: "Chongxu Temple is betting on the position of Zhongnan State religion. If it loses, then from today on, the Taoists of this temple will never set foot in the court of Zhongnan State, and will never participate in Zhongnan State affairs. In addition, all the Taoist temple lands under Taibai Mountain are willing to be handed over to the Lanxi Lin family."

After he finished speaking, the whole place fell silent.

Some people secretly sighed that Lin Wenruo could actually force Chongxu Temple to such an extent. This was Chongxu Temple that had been rooted in Zhongnan Mountain for thousands of years. The temple was established here before Zhongnan Kingdom was established.

Lin Wenruo took a step forward, bowed to all the spectators, and said loudly: "The Lanxi Lin family is willing to bet all the property and land in Zhongnan Country. All the foundations of our ancestors for seven hundred years are included in it. If we lose, our Lanxi Lin family will remove the word "Lanxi" and move out of Zhongnan Country. The descendants of the Lin family will never set foot in Zhongnan Country again! And..."

The tall scholar, who was being watched by the whole audience, had a calm expression.

"And Qing Chi hanged himself at the foot of Mount Taibai."

His voice echoed in the lectern, and the whole place became even more solemn.

A Taoist nun in purple raised her chin, pursed her lips, and stared at the calm-looking Confucian scholar named Wenruo and Qingchi.

Qing Jingzi curled his lips. Just like your father who overestimates his own abilities?

Not far away, Zhao Rong frowned, his eyes quickly moved away from something on Qingjingzi's body and looked suddenly at Lin Wenruo.

She had been focusing all her attention on her good friend since the beginning. She followed his curious gaze as he looked at Qingjingzi's little fox demon. Now she raised her head and looked at the frown on the man whose clothes she was holding, and her eyebrows gradually furrowed.

Mr. Liuyi was silent for a while, then he looked carefully at the scholar who had stood in front of his hut for three days, begging him to come out of seclusion, but he declined. He nodded and spoke in a voice that everyone could hear: "Both parties have confirmed that the bets you just heard are correct. This is the last chance. It's too late to discuss changes now."

Qing Jingzi said directly: "Layman, I have confirmed that it is correct."

After saying this, he glanced at the Confucian scholar beside him.

Lin Wenruo nodded and said, "Layman, Qing Chi is also..."

“Wait!”

Someone spoke loudly.

Interrupted Lin Wenruo's words.

At this moment, it was like a lake of calm water with a huge rock thrown into it. The originally silent field suddenly became noisy.

Who spoke?

The two thousand people on the field could only search in the approximate direction of the sound, but there were too many targets in that direction and they could not be sure for the time being.

Lin Wenruo was stunned. He recognized the owner of the blocking voice and turned his head to the left.

"Shut up!"

The clear voice of Mr. Liuyi instantly reached the ears of everyone present.

The lecture platform suddenly became silent, and one could hear a pin drop.

Upon seeing this, Mr. Liuyi raised his head, took a sip of wine, and looked with drunken eyes at the ordinary Confucian scholar who suddenly spoke.

"Who are you?"

Zhao Rong said, "I am Zhao Ziyu, a good friend of Lin Wenruo. Please wait a moment, old sir."

After saying that, Zhao Rong walked towards Lin Wenruo. However, Su Xiaoxiao, who had been holding the corner of his clothes from behind him, had her eyes wide open since he spoke. Now that she saw that he seemed to be going out for adventure, she was so anxious that she held Zhao Rong tightly.

But Zhao Rong is different from the little fox demon who would be afraid of even the slightest number of people. He is inherently ruthless, courageous, and not stage-frightened, as can be seen from the fact that he dared to "rescue the beauty" in public on the ferry.

Seeing that his friend had clearly arranged a retreat for everyone except for himself, and was determined to die if he failed, Zhao Rong was extremely anxious, and there was no way the little fox demon could stop him.

Then, a strange scene appeared on the field.

A handsome young man in pink, who looked like a god, was pulling tightly at the robe of an ordinary Confucian scholar who was determined to move forward. The two of them were pulling and tugging at each other, with four hands, pulling back and forth at the waist.

The scene that happened in a forest somewhere in Shisui Country was recreated.

The atmosphere on the field was a little awkward for a moment.

Everyone present looked at him with different eyes.

Mr. Liuyi watched with great interest.

Qing Jingzi watched coldly, and suddenly stopped turning the beads with his thumb and snorted coldly.

Lin Wenruo, who witnessed this scene, twitched the corners of his mouth slightly and couldn't help laughing.

You are worthy of it, Brother Tzuyu.