Sirou couldn't help but give Li Qingcha a cold look.
Afterwards, she pushed Li Qingcha again.
"Tell me, is there anything else you haven't explained? Besides Yu Youwei."
"Do you know about Yu Youwei?"
"Do you think I'm stupid?"
"This……"
I can only say that girls’ sixth sense is indeed sharp.
Li Qingcha shook his head.
"Nothing."
"Really gone?"
"Well, it's definitely gone."
"..."
Sirou knew Luo Weiyang, so there was no need to tell Sirou about Chi Weili, because they were sisters from the Imperial Observatory, and the two could be combined.
There should be no loopholes in this logic.
Sirou stared at Li Qingcha suspiciously.
a long time,
"Forget it. You'll be the one who has a headache then anyway."
She glanced at the couch, reached out to move the cushion aside, and then used the square table on the couch to squeeze it.
Then pour yourself a cup of tea.
"I'm afraid the Golden Lotus Temple won't let this go, right?"
Li Qingcha pondered.
This matter is really hard to say.
The head of Xuanqing Temple is now obviously sidelined. Xuan Jing is a man of little ability but great ambition. I wonder if he will do something out of the ordinary.
Just be careful.
she shook her head,
"It's not clear yet."
"Then...will you go on stage during this three sects' discussion?"
There was a hint of worry in Sirou's tone.
She knew that for a cultivator, the opportunity to challenge the masters of the world, especially masters of the same generation, was rare and the temptation was great.
Li Qingcha just said that most people would explode if they ate golden lotus seeds, but she could eat nine at once, which showed that she was a genius among geniuses, and geniuses are always proud.
If Sirou were Li Qingcha, she would not miss this opportunity.
Li Qingcha pondered for a moment, then nodded slowly.
At first, she agreed to be the Right Deputy Seal Envoy of the Daolu Division, firstly to shut up the Lingyun Sect, and secondly to make sure that "the Taoists in the world are like arrows shot into the wheel".
I'm afraid it won't work if I don't show my skills myself.
As for the opponent...
"I might have a few moves with the fish fairy."
Si Rou repeated:
"Fish, fairy, son."
A strong sour smell hits my nose.
Li Qingcha couldn't help laughing.
"Okay, what kind of jealousy are you feeling? The reason I'm competing against her is because we're familiar with each other, so it's easier for me to stop when I'm done."
Moreover, he also wanted to personally deal with the formation of twelve flying swords.
I added this in my heart.
Sirou pondered,
"It should be the end of Yu Youwei soon, right?"
Li Qingcha was puzzled.
"Why do you say that?"
"You see, today the eighth-rank cultivator of the Jinhui Sect won the whole morning, which was equivalent to losing face for the Yizi Dao Sect. But in the afternoon, when Lu Luming wanted to save face, he was beaten by Yu Youwei. Tomorrow, Lu Luming is very likely to take the initiative to step onto the stage, and the only opponent who matches him is Yu Youwei... Sigh... From this point of view, the pace of the three sects' discussion is really fast this time."
Indeed, he was promoted to the sixth rank the next day, and he was also the Holy Son of the Tianzong.
The three sects’ discussions on the Dao in the past were not conducted in this way.
Sirou complained quietly: "Why do I feel like I'm killing the goose that lays the eggs?"
Li Qingcha knew her worries.
The scene was so grand in the past two days, which raised everyone's expectations. From now on, I am afraid that only by demolishing a few buildings can the enthusiasm of the people be maintained.
But not necessarily.
Li Qingcha said, "According to Monk Buyan's suggestion, we will invite Confucian scholars to come and witness the discussion tomorrow afternoon."
Sirou understood immediately.
"That's right. It doesn't have to be controlled by the Taoists. All cultivators in the world can compete. Outsiders just watch the fun. Ordinary people don't care who is fighting. As long as it's exciting, it's fine."
As she said this, she couldn't help but sneer.
"Why do I feel like what you're hosting is not a discussion of the three sects, but a martial arts tea party?"
Li Qingcha rolled her eyes at her.
"What kind of tea party is this? It's not serious at all. It should be a martial arts conference. I am the leader of the martial arts conference."
"(ˉ▽￣~) Cut~~"
Sirou showed disdain on her face, but the tenderness in her eyes could not be hidden at all.
Chapter 333: Number Seven’s trajectory completely overlaps with that of the Seventh Brother!
the next day.
Imperial City.
The rain stopped unexpectedly.
Sirou got up, still a little dazed. It rained lightly and the wind was strong last night, so she couldn't fall asleep...
Ecstasy,
She had another dream, and it was all about what she and Li Qingcha did yesterday afternoon.
The girl's eyes were full of confusion and she seemed still intoxicated.
did not expect,
"Sister, you finally woke up."
Yongjia's voice rang out.
scare!
Si Rou's hair exploded,
She was completely awake, looked around, and saw her sister's face.
"Yongjia, why are you in my room?"
"Let's go watch the Three Sects' Discussion..."
"This... alas..."
Sirou's heart was still beating wildly, and she was alert at the same time. She must remember to lock the door in the future, so that Yongjia wouldn't hear her sleep talk at night, such as "Qingcha... don't... stop... it's dirty there..."
The little girl has read "The Golden Plum Vase" and has a rich imagination.
Yongjia sat at the table and leaned forward.
_(:з ∠)_
Just staring at Sirou,
"Sister, hurry up."
Si Rou was helpless.
"I know, I know, have you had breakfast?"
"Yes, I have eaten. I also brought you two pure meat pies. When making them, I asked the chef in the imperial kitchen to poke holes in the crust, beat two eggs into each, and fried them until they were golden and crispy."
"I think you prepared this for yourself. I never eat such greasy food in the morning."
"Hey~"
Yongjia is maliciously acting cute.
Sirou got up, washed up, and drank two bowls of porridge with some pickled vegetables.
Ever since she did that with Li Qingcha, her appetite has improved.
Afterwards, the two of them left the palace in a carriage, first went to the Imperial Observatory to pick up Luo Weiyang, and then rushed to the square at Liubukou together.
Yesterday's rain brought a bit of coolness to the midsummer.
Yongjia lifted the car curtains,
The breeze blows on my face, it is very comfortable.
Sirou couldn't help but close her eyes to rest.
at this time,
"Nine: Number Two, Number Five, from what you said, the three sects are discussing the Dao, and heretics can also take the stage?"
The serious Number Nine rarely speaks.
The strange thing is that the usually talkative No. 5 and the always-answering No. 2 remained silent.
Sirou thought about it, and then realized that No. 2 was a Confucian scholar and No. 5 was a monk. They were probably preparing for the afternoon discussion and were in seclusion.
Of course, it is also possible that he did not take the stage, but was just concentrating on studying Yu Youwei's views.
In this case, Sirou decided to answer,
But someone is faster than her.
"Seven: That's right."
"Nine: What about the competition this morning? Can the outsiders challenge me?"
"Seven: Taoism has no limits."
"Seven: But, yesterday, the Yizi Dao Sect... In short, yesterday's events were a bit complicated. Today, the Holy Son of the Tian Sect, Lu Luming, may directly go on stage to defend the ring. He is a sixth-rank, and anyone who wants to challenge him needs to weigh his own strength."
Sirou raised her eyebrows.
What No. 7 said was exactly the same as what Li Qingcha and I had concluded.
Could they be officials from the Ministry of Rites or the Honglu Temple?
She couldn't help but ponder.
"Nine: Lu Luming is a sixth-rank, right?"
"Seven: That's right."
"Nine: OK, I understand."
"..."
