"The top priority right now is to hold the grand ceremony, and then... take the opportunity to finish tempering the sword pill..."

"We have to save those poor concubines later. Then we can stop by Brother Hui's place for a drink. By the way, we also need to release the tied up Imperial Guards. We can't let them starve to death...

After these things are dealt with, you can go back..."

Zhao Rong patted the dew that had condensed on his sleeves in the morning, pursed his lips and recited it silently, and then exhaled.

After a while, he returned to the door of his tent.

But as soon as he got here, before the curtain was opened, Zhao Rong paused.

After a moment of silence, he turned around and looked around. Except for the sergeant who happened to be passing by early in the morning, there was no one there.

Zhao Rong pushed open the curtain and entered the tent.

really.

There are two male figures.

An old warrior who looks like a rich man.

A man holding a sword.

The two sat opposite each other, motionless, looking at each other silently, a bit like staring at each other.

Zhao Rong glanced at him, fearing that one of them would suddenly say "What are you looking at" or "What are you looking at" in the next second, and then make a move...

But luckily not.

An old warrior named Zhou Dufu seemed to have been waiting here for a long time. At this time, he and Li Bai turned around to look.

Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze and did not look at the former. He smiled and shouted to the man holding the sword:

"Good morning, Uncle Xiaobai."

Li Bai grinned and nodded.

Zhou Dufu, who came uninvited, turned to look at the man holding a sword who had been staring at him all night, and suddenly said:

"Your Excellency, have you also practiced martial arts?"

Li Bai's smile did not change, he turned his head and faced Zhou Dufu. He said seriously: "I am a master of swordsmanship. You, a warrior, don't touch me."

"..."

The rich-looking martial artist surnamed Zhou nodded, smiling innocently and not caring.

Zhao Rong stepped forward, took a basin of water and washed his face, then wiped his neck with a towel, returned to the seat between Zhou Dufu and Li Bai, and sat down.

After wiping his face again, he put the towel aside, moved a tea set next to him, and slowly started boiling tea.

The young Confucian scholar is skilled in making tea, his movements are meticulous, but his movements are smooth and flowing, just like the clouds rolling and relaxing in the clear morning sky.

There is a shadow of a woman in a Confucian shirt making tea with elegance and ease.

Zhou Dufu stared at his expression the whole time. At this moment, he saw that the young Confucian scholar was concentrating on the tea cup in his hand, and said:

"I'm leaving soon. I'm here to say goodbye to the young master."

As soon as Zhou Dufu finished speaking, a cup of hot tea was handed to him.

It was Zhao Rong who kept silent.

He also handed Li Bai a cup.

The old warrior took the teacup, raised his head and drank, as if tea was replacing wine.

Zhou Dufu returned the wine glass, exhaled, and said: "The late emperor gathered the Dali cavalry, set up the Western Army, and sent me to garrison the three counties in the west in order to destroy the Xiao Dynasty in the west."

The old martial artist turned his head and looked outside the tent door.

"If Dali wants its cavalry to move south, and if it wants to take over half of Lidu and use it as an inland river for us... it must first bulldoze the Great Xiao, the most powerful old dynasty in the surrounding area, but..."

Zhou Dufu turned around, lowered his head slightly, and patted the dust on his clothes, "Li Mingyi invited the envoys of the Great Xiao to come to the Yue Mountain to meet the Dugu clan... in order to form a friendly alliance."

After he finished speaking, the tent was quiet for a moment.

A certain young Confucian scholar reached out and handed another cup of hot tea to the old warrior who was about to be criticized by both insiders and outsiders.

The latter took it and still drank with his head raised.

Zhou Dufu put down his tea cup and smiled at Zhao Rong who was silent:

"The preparations for the Young Master's conferment of Zen will be completed. In the morning, I will stand far away and take a look at the top of the mountain. When the Young Master is finished, I will return to Xijun immediately. I cannot see the Young Master off."

Zhao Rong poured a cup of tea by himself, drank it, and nodded.

Zhou Dufu looked at the calm expression of this young Confucian scholar for a moment, and after a few breaths, he couldn't help but said in a cryptic way: "Congratulations, young master, your cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, and you will be able to enter the first grade soon."

Zhao Rong, who was listening silently, suddenly picked up the teapot with a long spout, filled a teacup seven points full, lightly touched the cup body with two fingers, and pushed it directly in front of Zhou Dufu.

The next moment, the young Confucian scholar suddenly stood up and left the tent directly.

The yawning man holding the sword also took a sip of tea, put down the teacup, stood up, and followed the former.

Inside the tent, only the old warrior with a slightly stunned expression was left.

With a cup of steaming morning tea, I don't know how to treat you.

Zhou Dufu sat alone.

After a while, he picked up the steaming tea cup and drank it all for the third time.

Got up and left.

…

On the way to the tent of Gu Yiwu and other students.

Zhao Rong rubbed his hands. It was slightly cool in the late autumn morning. He took a breath of hot breath into his palms, turned his eyes and looked in the direction of the central tent.

A few days ago, on the way to Mount Yueshi, Zhao Rong took Xiao Qian'er to meet the Dugu family in the royal palace. The group of people with different clothes and clothes they met at the door must be envoys from the former enemy, the Great Xiao.

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend..."

The young Confucian scholar rubbed his face and muttered something.

"Hey, Mr. Zhao."

At this time, Li Bai, who was following quietly behind him, thought for a moment with a thoughtful expression on his face, and then shouted.

Zhao Rong looked back.

"What do you think of uncle's clothes?"

Li Bai touched his chin, held the collar of his upper body with his hand, and looked down at the clothes.

Zhao Rong looked at it and couldn't help laughing.

Why are you wearing this green outfit again?

He was in the tent just now and didn't light the lamp, so he couldn't see clearly yet.

Now, with the hazy skylight and the light from the surrounding torches, I could see clearly.

The man holding the sword held a sword wrapped in white cloth in his hand. He was wearing a bright green sword uniform. He followed the principle that a peerless master should be pure, and had green hair oil.

Even the turban that ties the hair is green and shiny, without a trace of color.

"Ahem, it's pretty good. Why did Uncle Bai want to wear this today?"

Li Bai always felt something was wrong. He looked left and right:

"You're not Xiao Qian'er yet. I asked her last night what she would wear if today's occasion is formal. It would look solemn and eye-catching. At the same time, it would be solemn but also a little unrestrained, highlighting the unique style of a master."

Speaking of this, he sighed and waved his hands, "She prepared this outfit for me. She bought it in Xingzi Town last time. She said it was a popular color... By the way, is it really appropriate to wear it today?"

"Ahem." Zhao Rong told himself in his heart that he couldn't laugh and must be serious.

He coughed, grimaced, and looked up and down at the man in green with a sword, standing on a united front with a little girl who was proud of her clothes, "It's suitable, why isn't it suitable?"

Zhao Rong couldn't help but look at it again. Zhao Rong quickly looked away, coughing and raising his hands and asked seriously: "Uncle Xiaobai, are you going to other formal occasions after the ceremony?"

Li Bai withdrew his eyes from the green clothes in confusion, thought for a while, and nodded, "Absolutely, I want to meet a woman who has power, power, people, land, money, and a big family."

.”

Zhao Rong smiled when he heard this, "Good guy, where are these stacks of bafu?"

The man holding the sword scratched his head, sighed, and added: "And he is very strong and arrogant towards men. All the women in their family have this problem, no matter how big or small, and she, the leader, is even worse. Let's make an appointment to meet him.

It’s really not easy…”

The man thought quietly and shook his head.

Zhao Rong asked curiously: "Oh? Uncle Xiao Bai is going to discuss business matters?"

Li Bai held the sword in his arms, nodded and smiled brightly, "Yes, I represent our Qinglianju to discuss business cooperation. Isn't this because I don't want to lose the momentum of our family? Last time we met, I was suppressed by this old woman. This time

I have to come back!"

"It turns out that this is a town, so we really need to pay attention to this."

Zhao Rong reached out and touched his chin, thought for a moment, and then nodded affirmatively:
To be continued...