My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 80 - 69: The Expert Acts in This Way

Chapter 80: Chapter 69: The Expert Acts in This Way

“Su Xiaoxiao, where is that unrestrained and carefree scholars’ garment that I asked for?”

“I washed it for you.”

“What? Is it dry now? Today’s occasion is so important, I still need to wear it.”

“Hmm, it’s already dried. You asked me to add incense to it the day before yesterday, so I washed it while I was at it.”

“That’s good, I specifically had Wenruo prepare it for me. Only this kind of scholar’s garment, with wide sleeves fluttering and robes trailing on the ground, is fitting for this young master’s… my superior… superior martial artist status. Hey, not bad, Su Xiaoxiao, you’ve scented the clothes quite nicely… What the hell, why is this stitched up? Su Xiaoxiao! Did you sew the overlapping fronts together?”

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After getting up and washing himself, Zhao Rong, who was preparing to change his clothes, looked at the luxurious garment that Lin Wenruo had carefully prepared for him with a face full of shock.

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Where only a long tie was needed to fasten the overlapping fronts of the open-style robe, now everything from the chest to above the knee was stitched together. To Zhao Rong’s further speechlessness, it was sewn carelessly by a third-rate tailor, with the thread ends still attached.

Su Xiaoxiao, who was tidying up the dishes with her back to Zhao Rong, shrank her head upon hearing this and hastily grabbed her basket and scurried away, leaving behind the words, “Xiaoxiao saw the garment was too revealing, too roguish, so… so… just helped you sew it up a bit…”

Zhao Rong couldn’t help but laugh out loud, “Revealing? Roguish? I am not without a belt, and besides, everyone dresses like this. How do you expect this young master to properly display the eight-pack abs that I painstakingly developed?”

Zhao Rong slapped his forehead and decided not to bother with that little maid today; he didn’t have the time to get into a fuss with her on this particular day.

The young scholar whose most dashing outfit had been ruined changed into a simple, plain white Confucian robe, gathered all his belongings, picked up his bookcase, and stepped out the door.

Not only was he taking luggage on his journey, but Su Xiaoxiao and Liu Sanbian would also pack all their belongings. Moreover, many members of the Lin family clan would leave with luggage in tow, all heading for Taibai Mountain to await the outcome of the Confucianism debate.

According to Lin Wenruo’s stratagem, if they lost the Confucianism debate, they would have to immediately sprint away on horseback, seizing the opportunity while the spectators had not yet dispersed and the opponents dared not act rashly, thus avoiding the annihilation for breaking their promise, and leave Zhongnan Country.

Afterwards, Lin Wenruo had arranged an escape plan for the three of them, but Zhao Rong hoped it wouldn’t come to that, as that would be the worst-case scenario.

At the quarter-hour of Mao, the gates of the Lin family estate in Lanxi slowly opened, and an enormous caravan poured out.

Thousands of black-clad Imperial Guards, nearly a hundred tall carriages, and countless attendants made an impressive procession towards Luojing.

Their destination was the Scripture Platform on Taibai Mountain south of Luojing City, the place that would determine the fate of Zhongnan Country for the next thousand years.

In the foremost black carriage of the Lanxi Lin family’s procession, the atmosphere was somewhat solemn and… awkward?

Only three people were in the carriage, each one a key player in the impending Confucianism debate.

Zhao Rong played with the milky white Jade Token at his waist with his right hand, his thumb gently caressing the words “Beautiful Jade Tassels” engraved on the token, and, with a calm face, he ignored the strange looks from Lin Wenruo and Chen Muzhi, inhaling the fragrance of the agarwood and letting his gaze rest on a certain ornament inside the carriage. Suddenly… he started to miss a certain woman.

Ever since he had realized that he was indeed the reincarnation of a past life with all its memories and personality, the bits and pieces of those times with her and Qian’er had evoked a fresh batch of feelings from the perspective of someone who had truly experienced them.

Sometimes, as he walked along, her smile, fresh as a flower, would unexpectedly flash across his mind.

Sometimes, while drinking with Wenruo and becoming slightly inebriated, he would recall the beauty revealed upon lifting her veil.

Those days, tediously copying scriptures in the Spirit Temple, aside from planning and scheming, the poetries of Cangyang Jiacuo and thoughts of her were what most frequently drifted through his mind when he was lost in thought.

In this life, through mountains and rivers, I seek not the next existence, but only to meet you.

Upon seeing Zhao Rong’s casual attire, Chen Muzhi couldn’t help but speak to Lin Wenruo, “Why is Brother Ziyu dressed so casually? Wenruo, didn’t you prepare formal attire for Brother Ziyu?”

Lin Wenruo cleared his throat, about to mention that the outfit he had prepared for Zhao Rong was valuable enough to buy a substantial property in Luojing City, but Zhao Rong had already come to his senses and spoke up first.

Zhao Rong explained seriously, “Didn’t we agree that I would play the role of a supreme steed? I wasn’t quite satisfied with the outfit Wenruo prepared for me; I felt it didn’t reflect the status of a master…”

Zhao Rong paused for a moment and then continued to fabricate, “This simple attire is better. Just imagine, later when the three of us go on stage together and both of you are dressed in extravagant formal wear, as are our counterparts, there will be six of us on the stage, and only I will be in plain clothes, looking indifferent. Hmm, at that time, it should be crystal clear to everyone who is most likely the master… you understand what I mean, right?”

Chen Muzhi took a sharp breath, nodding in sudden realization, “Brother Ziyu’s words are highly insightful; such a tactic is truly ingenious. It reflects the saying that the greatest shape has no form and the loudest sounds are the most silent. The things that reach the extreme are often contrary to the norm, and people believe that what is uncommon must be enchanted… Brother Ziyu truly is a divine figure.”

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, nodded, and seeing Chen Muzhi had imagined so much, he said no more. At this moment, however, he mentally eviscerated Su Xiaoxiao, the culprit who prevented him from showing off his eight-pack abs, countless times. He was already thinking about how to take care of this audacious girl who dared to take a stab at his “battle gown”.

Hearing this, Lin Wenruo smiled and said nothing more.

Before long, the convoy majestically entered Luojing City, and as they approached the South Gate, Zhao Rong peered through the carriage window along with tens of thousands of Luojing citizens to witness a spectacular sight.

Above Luojing, high in the sky, stood a figure suspended in mid-air—a purple python-robed eunuch with an aged visage, snow-white long eyebrows, eyes slightly closed.

What was most astonishing was that the white-browed eunuch held in one hand a blue and white porcelain bowl filled with clear water.

Despite the high altitude and blustery winds, not a single fold of his robe fluttered, and the water in the bowl remained undisturbed.

Suddenly, the white-browed eunuch’s eyes opened slightly, and he turned to glance in the direction of Taibai Mountain before tilting the porcelain bowl and releasing it from his hand.

The overturned blue and white porcelain bowl hung in the air, and the clear water poured out of it. Though it seemed to be only a small bowl’s worth of water, it surged forth more and more.

The bowl was so small, yet it seemed to contain a heavenly river within.

The water from the bowl continued endlessly, cascading through the clouds, plummeting down like a waterfall.

Suddenly, the waterfall in mid-air seemed to collide with an invisible surface above Luojing, halting its descent to earth, and instead gathered, forming a “droplet.”

Zhao Rong sat in the carriage, looking up at that “droplet” in the sky. The waterfall cascading from the clouds was continuous, and the oval-shaped “droplet” grew larger and larger; it had now become a hundred feet tall, and wherever people were in Luojing City, they could see it merely by looking up.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar scene appeared within the colossal “droplet.”

It was an impressive ancient platform, surrounded by ancient pines and cypress trees.

“That’s the Scripture Platform, our destination,” Lin Wenruo said from the side.

Seeing the curiosity on the faces of his two companions, he smiled and explained, “This is an illusion created by a Magical Treasure known as the ‘Mirror Flowers Water Moon White Porcelain Bowl,’ treasured by the Imperial Family of Zhongnan Country. The bowl comes in a pair; this is one of them, and the other should currently be at the Scripture Platform on Taibai Mountain. Therefore, the images and sounds of the Scripture Platform can be manifested through the water curtain created by this Mirror Flowers Water Moon White Porcelain Bowl.”

“One hundred thousand Luojing citizens need not leave the city; they can watch the Confucian debate from anywhere within.”