Chapter 370 Young Master Like My Dream Lover (Part 1) (For good brothers
"In Ziwei Pavilion, there is a woman named Su Qingdai who is very famous."
Gu Yiwu came slowly.
"She is the chief disciple of the pavilion. She has risen rapidly in the past few years. She is the most talented woman in the Ziwei Pavilion. She has reached the level of Haoran in just twenty years. She is a genius who only happens once in a hundred years in the history of Ziwei Pavilion. Her cultivation power is
Compared to her peers and teachers, there are probably only a few people in the sect such as Pavilion Master Chen Er who have higher cultivation levels than her..."
Zhao Rong's eyes suddenly moved, and then he spoke calmly.
"Brother Yiwu, what kind of skirt does Su Qingdai like to wear? Well, what color is it?"
Gu Yiwu was stunned for a moment, turned around with a strange look on his face, and glanced at the anxious Zhao Rong.
Tzuyu’s question...
He couldn't help but glance at Zhao Qian'er beside him with his peripheral vision.
Fairy Qian'er, you don't even care about this! I'm almost cheating on you.
But what made Gu Yiwu even more stunned was that Zhao Qian'er could not help but frown and interrupt. Instead, she listened with interest and looked at him with Zhao Rong with exploratory expressions on their faces.
It seems to be more urgent than Zhao Rong.
Um, is he thinking too much? Now on Wangquezhou Mountain, it is normal to ask the fairies what color skirts they like to wear? Ahem, can we go one step further and ask the fairies about the color of their bellybands? Then again
One step further...
Gu Yiwu was secretly surprised, but on the surface, he coughed and said seriously: "I happen to know this question, ahem, I've heard a little about it. Su Qingdai is very famous in several surrounding counties."
"Black, long skirt."
Zhao Rong and Zhao Qian'er looked at each other, well, they seemed to be on the same page.
Zhao Rong was worried about admitting his mistake, so he asked again, "Is this Su Qingdai all black?"
"How do I know this?"
Gu Yiwu's face was straight.
Zhao Rong frowned and wanted to speak, but Gu Yiwu had already coughed and opened his mouth.
"It's... ahem. Whether it's completely dark inside, I guess only Fairy Su herself and her future lovers know... Ziyu, why are you asking me? How would I know?"
Zhao Rong: “…………”
He was a little speechless.
I didn’t expect that you, a thick-browed man with big eyes, would also betray the revolution and drive by being caught off guard.
Zhao Rong couldn't help but glance at the burly man with a simple and honest appearance. Why did I ask such in-depth questions? Of course he was asking about the color of the outer clothes? As for the color of the clothes inside, she was not interested at all... It should be black, otherwise it would be forced.
The disease is uncomfortable.
He feels that the old driver is not afraid of driving at a fast speed, but the new driver is afraid of driving suddenly.
At this time, Gu Yiwu considered:
"However, she is wearing an all-black skirt, which is easy to identify. Other divorced women generally like white clothes. I heard that in the rumored Dali Lefang Division, divorced women gathered together, and they all stood out. When I looked at them, my eyes were full of white.
The skirt is fluttering."
Gu Yiwu nodded and continued:
"At such a young age, Su Qingdai is the number one among the younger generation in Nanxing County and the surrounding counties and mountains. She is also a well-known stunning fairy in the surrounding mountains. I heard that she is a standard divorced daughter, tall and thin-waisted."
"I heard that she is the only daughter of the Su family in Nanxing County, which is one of the top families in the surrounding counties. Her family background, talent in cultivation, appearance and luck make her the top choice in Dali.
Qingdai has a cold and arrogant personality, and her peers in the surrounding mountains are not impressed by her. She has a very high self-esteem, and she is not pretentious about men. She is a well-known aloof fairy here and the dream lover of men. "
Hearing this, Zhao Rong had a sense of déjà vu, and the scene from not long ago popped up in his mind.
No wonder the woman in the black dress made such a big show, walked arrogantly, and the maids in red under her were so arrogant.
"Oh, female Taoist cultivator, twenty years old, perfect in the realm of Haoran?"
Zhao Qian'er smiled lightly.
Zhao Rong glanced at her and knew that the little girl did not like her.
He had heard that the path to promotion for sword cultivators was a bit more difficult than that for Tao cultivators, but they were stronger at the same level. Female monks suffered some disadvantages compared to male monks in some early stages.
So my wife and my second wife are really fierce.
Zhao Rong smiled helplessly and said, "It's already very impressive. Alas, it's very annoying to compare people to each other."
Hearing him demeaning himself, even though he knew it might be a joke, Zhao Qian'er still became anxious.
Her face was serious, her tone was firm, and she spoke abruptly: "Brother Rong'er, you are following the Confucian path, and you have accumulated a lot of experience. In the future, maybe you will be able to enlighten yourself and be promoted to a saint just by reading."
Zhao Rong nodded and said seriously to Xiao Qian'er: "Okay, then brother Rong'er will give you a seven-breath sanctification someday."
Gu Yiwu and others next to him nodded one after another, "Don't be discouraged, Ziyu. We Confucian disciples are gentle and gentle. We don't fight or kill when we want. We don't value this. We only speak the truth and speak kindly."
Zhao Rong thought about the glorious deeds of his mountain leader, who had never been masked before, and twitched his lips.
What a reasonable person.
At this time, Luo Xiu on the stage had finished reviewing all the poems in the envelopes and put them back into the envelopes.
The two stacks of envelopes, one thin and one thick, have been mixed together.
Everyone in the audience noticed this scene and looked at him one after another.
Under the white tulle, Luo Xiu bit her red lips, raised her soft hands, gently twisted out one of the envelopes, and touched the corners of her lips.
The beautiful woman was dazzled by her smile, and many people were stunned for a while.
However, most people paid close attention to the envelope containing the poem that Luo Xiu took out alone.
She lowered her eyes and looked at the envelope cover for a while, seemingly admiring the name on it.
But everyone couldn't see who was on the letter, so they could only worry.
The next second, Luo Xiu, who had a slight smile and lowered his eyes, raised his head and spoke for the first time.
The sound is like the melodious and crisp sound of beautiful jade after being gently bumped. The jade sound is worthy of its name.
"Thank you, gentlemen."
She bowed gracefully, then spread out her soft hands, gently pressed the single envelope under her palm, and turned to look at the pretty maid.
The latter stepped forward with a smile, took away all the other envelopes, and distributed them to the Qingshang maids waiting in the audience.
"The property returns to its original owner."
The maid Qingshang responded and distributed the envelopes that had been hinted to be eliminated.
Many people actually have a little bit of hope, hoping that they will be the lucky one who receives a letter from Fairy Luo Xiu.
However, as time passed, each letter returned to its original owner, and in the hall, pairs of expectant eyes dimmed.
From time to time, the sighs of the losers could be heard.
Where Zhao Rong and others are.
Some of the students of Zhengyi Hall began to receive returned letters, but everyone was in a good mood and did not lament, saying something like, "Brother Gu will have to treat me later."
Gu Yiwu sat upright in his seat. He smiled and said nothing. He turned back and continued to pay close attention to the maids on the stage and handing out envelopes.
He looked a little reserved.
Zhao Rong, who had experienced test results coming out time and time again in his previous life, could tell at a glance that his friend was anxious and nervous, and deeply understood how he felt at this time.
Zhao Rong patted Gu Yiwu's shoulder and said, "It's okay, take a deep breath, just treat it as a joy, and keep your mind at ease."
Gu Yiwu nodded, took a deep breath, and felt better.
He envied: "Tzuyu still has a good attitude and is not worried at all."
"Well, if you say I'm worried, I'm still a little worried."
"Oh, what are Tzuyu worried about?"
"How do you think I will be a maid after I bring her back..."
"…………"
Gu Yiwu looked at the seriously thinking expression on Zhao Rong's face, who was turning into a limerick at the end of his seven breaths.
He was quiet for a while, and then a sincere smile appeared on his face, "Thank you Tzuyu, I feel less nervous after hearing these interesting and humorous words from you."
Zhao Rong nodded, "That's good."
At this moment, the envelopes in the hall have almost been distributed, and only three or four maids in Qingshang are left walking around distributing them.
Many people had already received the returned envelopes. They were disappointed and began to pay attention to those who had not received the envelopes, especially Gu Yiwu and Master Shenxu. Everyone was watching them closely.
Just when Gu Yiwu was smiling and thanking his friend Dou Lezi for enlightening him, a maid in Qingshang suddenly turned around and came to their table. She held an envelope in both hands and handed it to Gu Yiwu respectfully.
The latter looked stunned.
After a moment, the burly man pursed his lips, reached out to take it, and threw it on the table.
The surrounding students looked at each other, then frowned and looked at the quiet and beautiful girl on the stage, with dissatisfaction in their eyes.
Which wine bag and rice bag should you choose? As expected of a brothel woman, so short-sighted!
"Clam, clam, clam, clam—"
Master Shenxu, who was watching Zhao Rong closely and did not receive the return envelope, suddenly laughed.
Suddenly the sound filled the quiet hall.
He stuck the folding fan on the collar behind his head, put his hands on his hips, pointed at Gu Yiwu, laughed arrogantly, and his face flushed, as if he was no longer so weak for the time being.
"Hey, hey, hey, you still want to compete with me? Even you little people are worthy of it? Give me the upper hand!"
The students of Justice Hall brushed their hands and stood up in unison!
Only Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu sat alone.
Gu Yiwu squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the vain young master who looked like a villain.
Zhao Rong's expression remained unchanged, he tapped his thigh with two fingers and looked sideways at this dude.
He raised his other hand and grabbed Zhao Qian'er, who was about to take a step forward, "I'm thirsty."
The little girl had a calm face, stopped her steps, and went to pour the tea obediently without saying a word.
Not far away, a figure of a green-eyed man holding a sword appeared at the door of the hall at some unknown time. He leaned on the left side of the door and looked sleepily at the farce in the hall.
The guests in the hall were watching the excitement, and there were still a few maids in Qingshang who were busy returning poems while trotting.
At this time, Gu Yiwu, who was the center of attention, raised his hand to stop the students behind him.
Master Shenxu took a few steps back and hid behind his followers, then continued to laugh and said seductively:
"What? Are you dissatisfied with my defeat? Hahahaha, are you angry? Fairy Luo Xiu is impressed by my literary talent..."
"Mr.. Gongzi."
At this moment, a timid girl's voice sounded next to Mr. Shenxu.
"What are you doing?" Master Shenxu yelled in displeasure at being interrupted, and turned around, "I didn't see that I was busy..."
His voice stopped abruptly, like a male duck whose neck was chopped off with a kitchen knife.
Everyone turned their eyes curiously and saw a young girl in Qing Shang beside Mr. Shenxu presenting an envelope.
The attendants around him looked embarrassed.
Master Shenxu's complexion changed, like a heated water furnace, steaming up, his expression became extremely ugly and turned red.
"Impossible..." He snatched the envelope and tore it violently, revealing soft moonlight and melancholy sounds inside.
Astonishingly, it was the top-notch poem that I submitted.
The meaning is obvious, he was not chosen by Fairy Luo Xiu.
Master Shenxu uttered a syllable that symbolized a certain plant.
The whole audience resounded again.
However, at this time, the guests in the hall had no time to pay attention to him. Instead, they looked around in surprise to see who had not received the returned envelope.
In the hall on the first floor, the last maid in Qingshang hurriedly handed the envelope to a delicate young man who was beating his chest and stamping his feet, and his face was full of joy a second ago.
The whole place fell silent.
Everyone looked around, but no one looked like they had won the prize.
They stared at each other, and then they all turned their attention to the stunning girl in the center of the stage.
She was wearing a white tulle, staring down at the envelope that no one could read.
The next second, Luo Xiu suddenly stood up. With two soft hands on her chest, she gently pinched the lower corners of the ordinary envelope and walked towards the audience.
step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
All the eyes of the audience fell on her. After Luo Xiu got off the stage, she turned to the left, far away from the angry and flushed Master Shenxu, and walked directly towards Yijiao without even looking at him...
…
Gu Yiwu and others were sitting at the table. The tense atmosphere had disappeared long ago after Mr. Shenxu slapped him in the face.
Everyone looked weird.
Gu Yiwu, who squinted his eyes, also looked surprised. He and the students of Zhengyi Hall looked around the hall, but found nothing.
Gu Yiwu looked around, frowning and said: "Ziyu, she didn't choose the two top-notch poems... Hey, this fairy has stepped down, who is she going to find?"
Zhao Rong behind him took a sip of tea, put down the teacup, and thought about it.
Suddenly, his voice paused, he reacted, and shook his head helplessly, "Tzuyu, stop joking, I'm not so nervous now."
"Gu...Brother Gu." A student said in a daze.
Gu Yiwu, who was paying attention to the movement of Luo Xiu in the distance, said casually: "What's wrong?"
Behind him, invisible, the students of the Hall of Justice all showed expressions of bewilderment and did not speak.
Seeing that his student didn't reply, Gu Yiwu frowned and turned around, when his eyes caught sight of someone's hand next to the empty desktop without a piece of paper.
The burly man's body stiffened, with only his Adam's apple bulging, as if he had swallowed quietly.
He stared blankly at Zhao Rong and asked tentatively: "Zi... Ziyu, you, where are your limericks?"
Zhao Rong handed the tea cup back to the little girl with bright eyes behind him.
He raised his eyes and looked behind Gu Yiwu, sighing slightly.
"Here, she delivered it."
Under the countless gazes, Luo Xiu looked directly past Gu Yiwu and other students who seemed to be stunned.
This stunning girl carefully twirled the corners of the envelope with both hands. She walked quickly and came directly in front of the young Confucian scholar with a plain face. She lowered her head and lowered her eyes, as if she was too shy to look at him...