My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

Jia Sidao's roar exploded in the alley.

Let the noise in the alley be quiet all at once, and you can hear a needle drop.

Literati and poets are the group of people who are most sensitive to gossip...

In an instant, the quiet alley suddenly exploded like a hurricane.

What? What did this person say? Mr. Luohong stole his invitation?

That's right. It seems that Mr. Hu's Wenhui has never invited Mr. Luohong. Could it be that the invitation was really stolen?

Stealing invitations and coming uninvited is a disgrace to the gentlemen! What are you doing, Mr. Luohong?!

The noisy voices suddenly exploded, the mouths of literati are not stingy with killing knives.

While flying, Jia Sidao heard the people around him questioning Luo Hong, and felt as refreshed as if he had eaten iced watermelon in June.

Maintaining a ferocious face, Jia Sidao flew towards Luo Hong crazily, planning to fight with Luo Hong and make Luo Hong lose face in front of many literati and scholars!

Luo Hong obviously didn't expect Jia Sidao to squat against him here.

However, he has experienced the evil case of Heiyun Village.

His mental quality is not comparable to the past.

Seeing this, he just raised his eyebrows.

Does Jia Sidao want to make him famous?

What reputation do you think this son cares about?

Luo Hong pouted.

Nor did it expend the yin and evil energy to arouse the evil shadow of Dishan.

The sword energy surging from Luo Hong's meridians surged out and gathered in the palm of his hand.

After the sword energy was aroused, the righteous yang energy on Luo Hong's body was like a rainbow, shining brightly, like a small blazing sun.

The white brocade robe on his body moves automatically when there is no wind, and when there is sword energy, the wind blows away sand and rocks.

Luo Hong kicked out, and immediately kicked Jia Sidao's abdomen.

The huge force caused Jia Sidao to fall to the ground and slide several meters.

Jia Sidao was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart, he didn't expect Luo Hong to act without any scruples about fame.

Luo Hong threw his hand, and the sword energy gathered in his palm immediately fell.

boom!

The sword energy exploded in front of Jia Sidao's head, and a small pit was blown out of the bluestone in the alley, and the broken stones flew, cutting Jia Sidao's face lying on the ground, bleeding profusely.

silence!

Deathly silence.

The literati and poets around who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal, and were even ready to echo Luo Hong's reputation and keep shouting, immediately shut their mouths.

What's more, the two trembled.

It was only then that they remembered that Luo Hong was a ruthless person who leveled Heiyun village with one sword and killed the evil spirits!

Even though he looks like a good person, Mr. Luo Hong's sword... is really a sword stained with blood!

Everyone shut up.

Jia Sidao's face turned pale with fright, if this sword energy fell on him, he might be torn apart, and he might die immediately.

My son took your invitation, so what?

Luo Hong glanced at Jia Sidao. Luo Hong remembered the guy who ruined his villain's plan very clearly, so he didn't show any good temper.

The only fly in the ointment is that Jia Sidao was not listed as the target, otherwise he would get a lot of crimes properly!

Jia Sidao...I know, isn't he the rogue scholar from Anping County?

After taking the exam for ten years, I won a scholar. It's a shameless thing.

Master Luo Hong is right, what qualifications does he have to participate in the literary fair! It's an insult to gentleness!

Luo Hong showed his thunderous tricks, causing the literati and poets around him to change the subject, and they actually began to criticize Jia Sidao.

Luo Hong glanced at the people present and pouted.

Oh, readers.

...

Blue and white building.

The third floor wing.

Inside the house, incense is curling up, and the tent is fluttering in the breeze.

The strings vibrate slightly, and the melodious sound, accompanied by a crisp voice, is like a warbler's cry, which is melodious and pleasant to the ear.

There is a woman who is picturesque, dressed in a light gauze, her graceful body twists and turns in a seductive arc accompanied by the sound of the piano, her eyes are as charming as silk, and her eyes are full of affection.

In the distance, there was a bamboo mat spread out between the wooden floors, and a figure was lying on its side with one hand supporting its side face.

On the edge of the bamboo mat, there are various fruit plates, in which there are washed fruits that are still dripping.

Listening to ditties and admiring the beauties.

Very luxurious life.

Outside the door, the well-dressed bustard spoke with joy.

Master Hu, all the young masters are here, and they are urging the start of the literary society.

The old bustard said happily.

Master Hu rented out the entire Qinghua Building, she can earn a lot, and she can also make the reputation of Qinghua Building, she is naturally happy.

understood.

A faint voice came from the tent.

Through the projection between the paper windows, the bustard could see that Mr. Hu got up, approached slowly, and hugged the woman playing the piano.

The experienced bustard suddenly smiled meaningfully, turned and left.

However……

What the bustard didn't know was that the moment she turned to leave.

The sound of the piano in the room stopped abruptly.

Pooh!

The dark red blood sprayed like a pillar, staining a large piece of window paper red.

The piercing sound of broken strings, accompanied by the creepy sound of skinning, lingered between the tents.

The tenth human skin, there are still nine...

With a slightly simple and honest light laughter lingering in the room.

Crash.

The door was pushed open.

A somewhat blessed fat old man with a naive look, bright and fair skin wiped his hands with a white cloth, and walked out slowly.

This time the literary conference is over, and I can stop. If I reach the Bronze Evil Order, the small Anping County doesn't fit my status. It's time to go to Jiangling.

So, this time... we can make a big one.

Jingle Bell……

suddenly.

The fat old man squinted his eyes, and with a shake of his hand, a black iron token slipped out of his sleeve.

The black iron token was trembling slightly.

The smile on the fat old man's face suddenly became more and more intense.

...

In the Qinghua Building, groups of Yingying and Yanyan women are like butterflies flying among the flowers, shuttling among the literati and poets.

As soon as Luo Hong entered it, his eyes were dazzled. In his past and present lives, this was the first time he had set foot in such a legendary place.

The banquets were set up one by one, and all kinds of food on the table were delicious in color, fragrance and taste.

Ling Luo hangs down, woolen blankets from Houthi are spread on the ground, and lanterns are hung high, which is extremely luxurious.

On many banquet tables near the center, there are women with rouge and gouache sitting upright, smiling like flowers, and talking with the wine.

However, Luo Hong displayed his supernatural power outside the Blue and White Building, which made many literati and poets a little frightened. At this moment, they all looked at Luo Hong with awe.

Luo Hong calmed down and pretended that he was very skilled.

According to the seat number on the post, I sat on a wine table on the edge.

Some literati and scholars at the same table laughed a little awkwardly.

Because the table is close to the edge, there is not even a woman to accompany it.

The people at the same table were all dry drinking, and the atmosphere was very stiff.

Originally, everyone wanted to chat with Mr. Luo Hong, but, thinking of Luo Hong's previous ruthless methods, it seemed that the legendary Mr. Luo Hong, who was refined and easy-going, was not as easy to talk to as he had imagined.

Luo Hong's heart blossomed with joy.

Isn't the purpose of his trip just to disturb the literary society?

It seems that it is beginning to bear fruit.

Sitting on the chair, Luo Hong didn't bother to exchange greetings with the people around him, so he grabbed his chopsticks and began to eat heartily.

This wine table is relatively marginal, and he is not qualified to go whoring for free, which Luo Hong feels rather regretful.

Soon, after thirty days of drinking, the atmosphere of the Wenhui gradually became more and more intense.

There were even poets who couldn't hold back, got up and recited the beautiful articles they had prepared for the literary society for many days.

The woman who accompanied the wine was also quite talented, and the praise was just right, which made the poet feel extremely satisfied.

This may be one of the reasons why Qinghualou can become a place that men in Anping County yearn for.

suddenly.

The atmosphere of the meeting became more and more enthusiastic.

Many literati and poets all got up.

Master Hu!

I haven't seen you for many years, but Mr. Hu is getting younger and younger.

Master Hu is a blessed man at first sight.

The compliments of the literati and poets seemed to lift off the roof of the Qinghua Building.

Mr. Hu was leaning on crutches, with a charming naive look, and a gentle smile on his chubby face, greeting everyone with a smile.

However, Master Hu's eyes were instantly attracted by Luo Hong who was sitting on the edge table.

Um?

Master Hu had a smile on his face.

However, in his eyes, Luo Hong was full of righteous yang like a rainbow, like a righteous Confucian scholar.

Confucianism?

Master Hu smiled bluntly, his eyes flickered with a cold light.

Was he... being targeted?

And Luo Hong, who was stuffing something into his mouth, also froze.

The black iron token he stuffed in his arms, at this moment... trembled violently!

Luo Hong was taken aback for a moment, feeling something in his heart, turned his head, and looked at the naive Hu Zhishui.

Hu Zhishui was also looking at Luo Hong with a smile.