Lin Wenruo silently studied the face of the young Confucian scholar in front of him.

His appearance can only be regarded as upright, but he has a pair of bright eyes. They are not dazzling stars like those peerless geniuses Lin Wenruo has seen, but contain a little glimmer of light, like a light in a thousand-year-old dark room.

When you make eye contact and speak to him, he will always look into your eyes, and you can definitely feel that he is listening to you carefully, no matter how careless you are.

Lin Wenruo already knew this when she first met him.

Lin Wenruo closed his eyes, raised his head slightly, exhaled the turbid air in his chest, and straightened his slightly slack waist and shoulders again. He suddenly opened his eyes, stared at the calm eyes in front of him, and nodded heavily.

The "Wen Ruo Horse Racing" planned that night has failed, but they have not lost yet.

In the distance, Lan Yuqing, who was looking at Lin Wenruo with a smile, suddenly froze her smile, slowly converged, narrowed her eyes slightly, and looked up and down at Zhao Rong next to Lin Wenruo, but the next second, she looked away,

He glanced at the green smoke lingering on the high platform.

The ancient clock hidden in the forest not far away rang, and it was already a quarter past noon.

Layman Liuyi stood up and looked around on the high platform.

Gradually, the noisy voices in the platform calmed down.

The old man's voice was like that of Hong Zhong Da Lu, "The debate between Confucianism and Taoism, the third round of talks, has officially begun. Both parties are invited to take the stage!"

Zhao Rong immediately turned around and walked forward without looking at anyone or saying a word.

Behind him, Lin Wenruo, Su Xiaoxiao and the Lin family of Lanxi all stood up to watch him off, staring at his thin back as he took the stage.

Zhao Rong gently grabbed his robe with one hand and walked up the steps slowly.

He could feel countless eyes falling on him.

At this moment, there are only two protagonists on the field.

A young Confucian scholar wearing a plain white Confucian shirt, and a pale-faced old man wearing a Nanhua scarf.

The high platform is empty, with only a table in the center, an incense burner, and two black futons.

When Zhao Rong came to the high platform, the old man Nanhua Jin was already waiting.

Zhao Rong lifted up his robe and knelt down opposite the old man across a table, making eye contact with him.

Those are a pair of ancient and unwavering eyes.

Zhao Rong smiled gently at him, and the other party smiled and nodded.

Then Zhao Rong stopped his smile and glanced sideways at the incense burner that was slowly spitting out white smoke. He inhaled lightly with his nose. Then he seemed to think that the smell was good. He couldn't help but raise his head slightly and sniff a few more times.

Down.

Under the stage, Lan Yuqing had been paying attention to Zhao Rong since he got up and took the stage. Later, when he saw him walking into the smoke, he unconsciously smiled at the corner of his mouth. At this time, he saw that Zhao Rong didn't know whether to live or die.

He sniffed hard and couldn't help but hum with a smile. He stared at the side of his face without blinking, as if he was expecting something.

On the other side, where everyone from the Lanxi Lin family was, a man with a still somewhat bloated face was looking attentively at the Confucian scholar on the stage who drank his apology wine last night.

On the high platform, layman Liuyi was whispering something.

Lan Yuqing didn't listen to a word, and stared intently at the expression of Zhao Ziyu, who was sniffing incense and listening attentively.

However, ten breaths had passed, and the young Confucian scholar still had a calm expression.

Lan Yuqing couldn't help but frown slightly.

The next second, in her field of vision, the young Confucian scholar suddenly turned his head and looked towards her, raising the corners of his lips with a strange smile.

Lan Yuqing was startled by this unexpected scene, and the jade Ruyi in her hand fell straight to the ground with a clanking sound. When she came back to her senses and looked again, Zhao Ziyu had turned back and no longer looked at her, only looking sideways.

The smile still remained, reminding her that it was not an illusion.

At this time, in Lan Yuqing's eyes, that smile was more dazzling than the blazing sun at noon!

She had a condensed face and furrowed her brows. She did not pick up the fallen jade immediately, but slowly turned her head and locked eyes on Lin Qingxuan, who was among the group of people in front of her on the left.

The latter still raised his head and looked at the high platform with concentration, as if he didn't notice the gaze from her. However, under her cold gaze, at a certain moment, he suddenly closed his eyes, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then pursed his lips into a tight line.

, and continued to look at the stage without moving his eyes.

Lan Yuqing stared at Lin Qingxuan reluctantly, her breathing getting heavier. Suddenly, a slender figure that she was very familiar with broke into her field of vision.

Lin Wenruo walked up to Lin Qingxuan with a haggard look on his face and stood side by side with him, shielding him from the gnawing gaze from a woman who once treated him like a brother and was willing to find him a "broad road" not long ago.

Lin Wenruo didn't look at the woman in purple. In fact, he hadn't looked at her for a long time and would never look at her again.

Even if he is very close at this moment, he will look away; even if he stands at the bottom of Taibai Mountain soon and she hands over the white silk, he will close his eyes and stretch out his hands; even if he takes his "guest" to climb the mountain tonight, he will invite the owner of this mountain.

When he went to die and saw her off, he would also lower his eyes.

He would not, could not, look at her again.

Lin Wenruo and Lin Qingxuan stood side by side, speechless for a moment, staring intently at the third round of talks that was about to begin on the high platform to determine the fate of the Lin family in Lanxi and the millennium national fraud of Zhongnan Kingdom.

The importance of this conversation to Zhongnan Kingdom cannot be described, and it involved many things.

It determines the future fate of countless people here. It determines how the Zhongnan Kingdom will appear in front of surrounding countries in the future. It determines the unique ability to sell Zhongnan Mountain in the northern mountains of Wangquezhou in the future.

Is the big business name of spiritual goods named Lin or Lan?

The Lin brothers silently stared at the Confucian scholar on the stage.

"Can you win?" The younger brother's voice was low and hoarse.

"I will definitely do it." My brother's voice was warm and mellow, just like the promise he made to his brother at Lin's Ancestral Hall last night.

But in fact, Lin Wenruo knew that Lin Qingxuan simply wanted to hear these words as a reason to convince him.

"If we win, can she not die?"

"No one wants her to die except herself."

"The tree has produced fruit."

"I know."

"Dad's death was really caused by Chongxuguan?"

"I don't know. Maybe he couldn't stand the Manchu Qing Dynasty debate after the failure of the reform that year, or maybe he just felt guilty for the people whose families were ruined and their families were indirectly caused by him."

"What about you, will you be like him?"

Lin Wenruo said nothing.

Lin Qingxuan said softly: "Brother, I understand."

Lin Wenruo turned his head and looked at his brother's profile.

Suddenly, he raised his right hand and gently put it on Lin Qingxuan's shoulder.

This is the first time in seventeen years that the two Lin brothers have been together.

On the high platform, layman Liuyi finished describing the rules of defense that had been said twice before but must be reiterated.

The third round of talks officially began.

Zhao Rong stood up, took the lead in saluting, and said to the old man Nanhua Jin: "I am Zhao Rong, whose courtesy name is Ziyu, a native of Qianjing in the Great Chu Dynasty, and a student of the Imperial Academy of Qianjing."

Suddenly, the entire audience fell silent. This was the introduction part that should have been applauded.

Suddenly, a few bursts of applause rang out in the silent venue.

Su Xiaoxiao raised his hands, raised his little head, curled his lips, narrowed his fox eyes, and clapped desperately, but then looked at the people around him strangely, why didn't he say anything?

Lan Yuqing, Qingjingzi and others looked surprised. Aren't you the direct disciple of the Academy Mountain Chief? What kind of medicine is Lin Wenruo selling?

Lin Wenruo coughed lightly.

Lin Qingxuan sighed.

Chen Muzhi blushed and felt a little embarrassed.

Most of the audience looked puzzled. Was Lan Xi Lin planning to give up the third game?

The expression of the old man in Nanhua scarf was still calm, he stood up and returned the courtesy, and said slowly: "I am Tao Yuanran, guest minister of Louguan Taoist sect, Wangque Taoist master of Taiqing Sifu, and a Taoist gentleman."

"Wow!"

The whole place exploded, like an evil dragon raising its head in a deep pool.

Inside the lecture platform, there was a buzz of people.
Chapter completed!