Zhao Rong was distraught and angry to find that he had practiced hard for so many days, but he was still no match for Su Xiaoxiao.

"Let go! Many people are watching us!" Zhao Rong said in a low voice while gritting his teeth.

"Please don't go. This is none of your business. After the quarrel, we will leave quickly." The little fox demon frowned and looked at him eagerly.

Zhao Rong looked at the familiar scene in silence, looked around awkwardly, and quickly let go of her hand, not daring to pull it again. What if, like last time, his robe was torn by this girl, and this time in public... He would probably die socially.

Zhao Rong withdrew his hand, his face stern, and his tone serious: "Let go!"

Su Xiaoxiao looked at him with pity, but saw that he was unmoved and his eyes were firm.

She lowered her head slightly, not daring to look at him, and slowly let go of his jade hand, and the white robe slipped away from between her fingers.

Zhao Rong's heart softened when he saw this, but he had more important things to do now, so he said in a gentle tone: "Sorry, go back and wait for me."

After saying that, he turned and walked away under the gazes of thousands of people.

Behind him, Su Xiaoxiao stood there with her head down in silence for a while. At a certain moment, she suddenly puffed out her lips, and her crystal clear fox eyes, as narrow and long as starlight, narrowed slightly, and looked up at the tall and thin back of the man.

Was it the same when he stood up to save me on the ferry? Was this the ridiculous yet adorable “childishness” of some men that my grandmother talked about?

The next second, the little fox demon moved, but did not return to the crowd. Instead, it walked forward, ignoring the gazes from all directions, and followed the man.

Zhao Rong ignored Su Xiaoxiao behind him. He came to Mr. Liuyi and others. Just as he was about to speak, he was suddenly pulled aside by Lin Wenruo.

Lin Wenruo shook his head at Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong whispered, "Lin Wenruo, you are so pretentious, can't you be a little more cowardly? As long as you have the green mountains, you will not be afraid of running out of firewood. Why are you pretending to sacrifice your life for righteousness?"

Lin Wenruo looked at him speechlessly.

Zhao Rong immediately turned to Mr. Liuyi and said, "I'm sorry, old man, can you change the last bet that Wen Ruo just mentioned..."

After saying this, he took out a piece of origami from his pocket, gently placed it on the table beside him, and said, "Can I use this..."

"No!" Qingjingzi interrupted.

"No matter what you offer, it won't work! We agreed to use his life as a bet! If you want to go back on your word, then forget about the bet. Let's cancel today's Confucianism and Taoism debate."

Qing Jingzi glanced coldly at the silent Lin Wenruo.

When this man returned to China, I treated him so well. I prepared a priceless dowry, married my daughter to him, and helped him spread his good name everywhere to pave the way for his career.

What's the result?

It turns out that he had been harboring evil intentions for a long time. He was an ungrateful person, just like his restless father.

It turned out that when he first returned to the country, he discussed with the king to give him a high position directly, but he found excuses to shirk it, started from scratch, took the imperial examinations, and entered the court step by step. I thought he was trying to build up his reputation, and I cooperated with him to build momentum, but I didn't expect that he was doing this to turn against me now, to prevent his unstable foundation from being found by me.

You are such a wolf with such ambitions. You, the Lanxi Lin family, are just like the dogs I raised. Seeing that you have been obedient and docile over the years, I untied the dog leash a little. But I never expected that you would bite me now!

When the Imperial Master Qing Jingzi thought of this, his nostrils flared and the beads in his hand spun faster.

After being decisively rejected, Zhao Rong took a deep breath and glanced at Lin Wenruo.

The latter gave him a look that said, "It's okay, don't worry about the bet, we can win," then nodded his head slightly and told him to leave quickly.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and did not respond. Instead, he suddenly turned his head and stared at Qing Jingzi, looking at him with unscrupulous eyes.

Zhao Rong's gaze scanned Qing Jingzi from head to toe, glancing at his yellow-purple imperial robe that had been passed down for a thousand years in Zhongnan Kingdom or Chongxu Temple, and... the string of beads in his hand.

The core of the Tingni Purple Gold Furnace is right inside it!

Zhao Rong looked at it closely at this time and found that there were a lot of beads in this string. After a rough count, there should be eighty-one beads, symbolizing the eighty-one transformations of the Taoist ancestor and the ninety-nine pure yang.

Moreover, each bead has different colors and materials. According to Gui, the core of the furnace made of the Kuiniu Demon Pill is one of the black beads.

But there were several black beads inside, and Zhao Rong couldn't tell which one it was for a moment. He didn't have time to ask Gui at this time, so he just sighed at Gui's consciousness in his heart.

Zhao Rong's eyes were wanton.

Qingjingzi frowned and stopped the beads in his right hand from turning. Finally, he saw that Zhao Rong was looking down at his abdomen - that was exactly where his right hand was placed. Qingjingzi suddenly thought of the elegant things that were popular among the celebrities in Zhongnan Kingdom, and his face turned dark.

Qing Jingzi waved his sleeves and scolded, "You brat, stop being so presumptuous!"

After saying this, he turned to the old man who was drinking and watching quietly, and said, "Layman, don't pay attention to the nonsense of these vulgar people. Let's start the conversation quickly."

But just as he finished speaking, Zhao Rong bowed to Mr. Liuyi and said respectfully, "Please wait a moment, old sir."

The old man shook the wine gourd, lowered his head and sniffed the mouth of the gourd, and said in a leisurely tone, "Hurry up and tell me, don't waste time."

Zhao Rong responded.

Qingjingzi looked a little cold and tilted his head to glance at Zhao Rong.

Lin Wenruo was watching from the side, not knowing what his good friend was going to do.

Su Xiaoxiao stood quietly one step behind Zhao Rong, tilting her little head and staring intently at his profile, her mind completely focused on him.

Zhao Rong ignored the gazes from everyone in the room and once again looked Qing Jingzi up and down, asking curiously, "Excuse me, who are you?"

Qing Jingzi immediately clenched the beads in his hand, with coldness in his eyes. However, under the gazes of so many people at the scene, he still answered with a calm tone.

"Zhongnan State Master, Qingjingzi."

Zhao Rong ignored him and pointed at Qing Jingzi, then turned to Lin Wenruo and asked, "Is what this guy said true?"

Lin Wenruo raised his eyebrows, glanced at Zhao Rong's expression, and nodded.

Zhao Rong suddenly understood, "So this guy is Qing Jingzi, the state teacher of your Zhongnan Kingdom..."

Next second.

The ordinary-looking young scholar suddenly smiled brightly at Qing Jingzi, revealing his white teeth, and asked sincerely, "Excuse me, are you worthy?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience was in an uproar.

Qingjingzi narrowed his eyes, licked his lips, and said nothing. He stared at the Confucian scholar whose cultivation level was five major realms lower than his.

Zhao Rong said in a clear voice: "I am not well educated, but I know that a national teacher is the teacher of a country. Only people with high moral character, high reputation, high talent and high moral character can be appointed as the national teacher."

After saying this, the young scholar carefully looked at the current Zhongnan State Master from head to toe, sighed, and said sincerely: "Sorry, I still think you are not worthy!"

Qing Jingzi took a deep breath, his nose trembled, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he managed to squeeze out a sentence from his tightly pursed lips: "You are so bold, you are so arrogant and rude!"

"What did you say? Speak louder. Haven't you eaten?" Zhao Rong listened attentively, then shook his head.

Seeing that he had almost done enough to attract hatred, the young scholar restrained his expression, looked around, extended his index finger, pointed at the yellow and purple Taoist priest not far away who looked as if he wanted to eat him, and said calmly:

"I'm making a bet with you. If I win, you have to take off your imperial master's attire and let me wear it."