He couldn't help but take another look at Yu Huaijin's serious expression.
Well, it should be 'serious', Zhao Rong guessed.
Based on his experience in getting along with this senior of Suixing Hall these days.
She will have a stern face when she is angry, she will have a stern face when she is happy, she will have a stern face when she is serious, she will have a stern face when she is serious, and she will also have a stern face when nothing happens...
Anyway, just keep a straight face and that's it. At most, add a frown to let you know that she is angry or is staring at you.
"Thank you, Xiao Yu'er." Zhao Rong also said seriously to Yu Huaijin.
The more he thought about it, the more he thought the name sounded like... a biscuit. He didn't know if such dry food existed in this world.
So I couldn't help but whisper, "Xiao Yu'er? Xiao Yu'er..."
Next to Zhao Rong, this woman who used to behave in a rigid manner in the past touched her sleeves with her little hands, as if she was looking for something "something handy", but she gave up in the end.
She took two deep breaths, turned back to the long table, and continued to handle the procedures for the students in the hall.
I am too lazy to pay attention to this crooked teacher.
Zhao Rong glanced at Yu Huaijin's small back, then put his hands in his sleeves and squinted at the movement not far away.
At this moment, the open space where the Suixing Hall students were was quiet.
The attention on the court was all on Sima Duyi and Li Xueyou for a moment.
"oh."
After hearing the answer, the jade-like woman from Xiaojia responded softly.
She raised her head and spoke in a friendly tone, "Brother Duyi, I didn't see you a few days ago...Did you go to Nanxiaoyao again?"
Sima Duyi originally shrugged his eyelids, his cold eyes as if he hadn't woken up.
Hearing this, he raised his eyelids, and then turned his gaze away slightly, not looking directly into Li Xueyou's eyes, and nodded, "Well, I just came back the day before yesterday."
As soon as his lower voice fell, he didn't wait for Li Xueyou to ask any more questions. He stretched out his hand from the jade hanging at his waist and 'twisted' out an ancient book and an envelope with no words on the cover.
Sima Duyi first handed over the ancient book with a smile on his lips.
"I heard you reciting this game book. When I got off the boat in Lihuo Country when I came back, I happened to see it at the market. I don't know if it is the one you mentioned."
Li Xueyou opened her eyes, took them with her hands, and after looking over them carefully, her eyes gradually brightened.
She looked surprised and held the ancient book in her arms.
"This is it. Brother Duyi, you are so lucky! Thank you, Brother Duyi. I will give it to you no matter how much you spent."
Li Xueyou took out the small purse with Qiankun in it and buried her head in order to withdraw the money.
Sima Duyi raised his hand to stop him, "No need, Xue You, I didn't spend much money, and...I forgot about it too."
Li Xueyou said sweetly: "Oh, okay then, I really want to thank you, Brother Duyi."
She carefully turned over the rare game book in her hand, unable to put it down.
"I first heard about this book "The Collection of Forgetting Worry and Pure Music" from Teacher Qi... Later I searched the streets of Duyou City and the academy building but couldn't find it. It was left by a nine-dan chess player from a certain dynasty at the foot of the mountain. At first
It was stored in the royal secret treasury of that country. Later, the times changed..."
Li Xueyou's voice gradually became darker, but then she hugged the game score again and said in an excited tone:
"Although it is not the only unique copy in the world, it can still be regarded as a rare copy. Teacher Qi said that no more than ten handwritten copies exist in the world. Brother Duyi, your luck is really excellent."
This little girl with a man's hair tied with a goose-yellow ribbon is full of energy.
When she smiled, two small dimples appeared on both cheeks, and her bright smile lit up the air around her.
The people watching around seemed to be in the same mood. They were infected by Li Xueyou and instantly became brighter.
Near the two of them.
When Xiao Hongyu saw this scene, his eyes were a little strange, but he was not too surprised. He just held back a smile and glanced at his happy friend beside him.
The corners of her big red lips raised,
Not far away, Zhao Rong's eyes were also attracted by the two small dimples, and he couldn't help but take a few glances. The two of them had a brief interaction before, and most of Li Xueyou's smiles he saw were polite pursed lips, unable to smile.
Showing teeth.
Today, perhaps because the cold-eyed young man was indeed closer, his smile became brighter.
There are actually two cute little dimples.
Zhao Rong smiled.
He was somewhat aware of what she just said.
This girl, who is usually shy and introverted, seems to like playing chess. She seemed more active in chess classes than in other arts classes.
And the teacher Qi she talks about is the chess master from Shuxingtang, whose name is Qi Wei.
In Confucianism, the title of 'sir' is relatively more polite and respectful, while 'teacher' is the title used when teachers and students get close, just like yesterday when Zhu Yourong knocked Zhao Rong on the forehead with a board and asked him to shout.
After Zhao Rong returned to the academy, he had the impression of a short period of time.
Mr. Qi from the calligraphy class is quite interesting.
In addition to liking to take them to play chess in the sea of clouds and showing no signs of cultivation, their speaking and dealing styles are also quite unique.
And I heard from Fan Yushu that this gentleman often goes in and out of Youlan Mansion...
However, Zhao Rong was not familiar with him and kept a low profile during chess classes.
Except for the calligraphy class, which had to be high-profile, and the music class, which had to be low-key, Zhao Rong's other arts classes were conducted quietly and orderly, without attracting attention.
No, actually there is an exception for art, because I didn’t take it at all.
The Xuezheng in charge of the discipline and atmosphere of Mochi Academy, who is also a part-time teacher of the Illegitimate Dodo, took more than half a month's leave after the last mid-month exam, and left the academy to go out on business...
At this time, facing Li Xueyou's smile.
Sima Duyi didn't speak, but his eyes were slightly open as if he hadn't woken up, and he was looking at her smile carefully, a little dazed.
Li Xueyou was accustomed to Sima Duyi looking at her face in a daze, but she still sighed lightly in her heart.
A woman with dimples hides her dimples quietly.
Sima Duyi came back to his senses. The smile on his face seemed to be even wider. He shook his head and said, "You're welcome. This is your birthday gift in advance. It's only a few days away."
"Hey, Brother Duyi, you actually remember."
"How could I forget."
The corners of Li Xueyou's eyes were crooked, but suddenly, she raised her head, slowly lowered it, and whispered sadly:
"My dad just forgot. The last time I went back, no matter how I hinted at him, I couldn't get the answer right. He didn't remember."
Hearing this, Sima Duyi raised his eyelids.
He hesitated to speak, but he still didn't name him for the obvious reason.
After all, regardless of Sima Duyi's status, he did not want to offend a smiling old man in Duyou City.
Yes, I don’t want to, I absolutely don’t want to, it’s too late to please me.
Even Sima Yiyi was drunk by him, making an exception...
At this time, he was quiet for a while and said: "Uncle, is he... okay recently?"
Hearing this, Li Xueyou beamed, "He's very good, um, except for occasionally not going to bed on time."
Sima Duyi nodded slightly, narrowed his eyes, looked around Li Xueyou, and saw the students from Sui Xing Hall who were surrounding him enthusiastically, and nodded to them.
Seeing this, the latter responded verbally one after another, calling "senior brother" in a friendly tone, and the crowd became noisy.
Either chatting or asking some questions.
The contrast between this enthusiastic scene and the deserted scene when I was in class with someone and not many people responded to my words was a bit sharp.
Zhao Rong twitched the corner of his mouth, wanting to tell them that class is going on now, sir, and I am right next to him.
It was like meeting an idol, he watched calmly.
Reading seeds...
The young Confucian scholar narrowed his eyes slightly.
At this moment, Sima Yiyi no longer seemed as alienated from Li Xueyou's classmates.
He was calm and thoughtful about everyone's problems and spoke up without hesitation.
The students of Suixing Hall were even more enthusiastic. Wu Peiliang, who had been "rising up" in Zhao Rong's class before and couldn't hold back his righteousness, even said that he was "the only senior brother". Coupled with his somewhat feminine tone, Zhao Rong became a little suspicious.
Already...
Not long after, Sima Duyi ended these greetings and turned his head to face Li Xueyou.
"Xiaoxueyou, you are still in class. Forget it for today. I will come find you later and we will go to the city to see my uncle."
"Um."
Li Xueyou nodded.
Sima Duyi did not leave.
His slender figure stood quietly, eyes slightly closed, looking at the unwritten envelope in his hand.
Li Xueyou tilted her head to look at the envelope with a curious expression, "Brother Duyi, this?"
Sima Duyi immediately lowered the curve of his mouth and handed it out without saying a word.
Li Xueyou opened her mouth slightly, then paused, her eyes asking.
Sima Duyi nodded slightly.
Li Xue's dimples couldn't be hidden anymore. She happily took it and shouted sweetly, "Thank you, Brother Duyi."
Sima Duyi shook his head and said nothing, his eyes still on the envelope that had left his hand.
Li Xueyou tried to put it away, but she seemed to have caught his gaze, and her little hand holding the envelope paused.
The next moment, she flipped her palm and opened the thin ordinary envelope. In an instant! A dazzling 'purple line' slipped straight out from between the thin pieces of paper, escaping like a giant.
go.
All this happened in the blink of an eye, and everyone on the scene only had a glimpse of it and had no time to react.
The same was true for Zhao Rong. After he came back to his senses, he took a look.
On the field, the straight 'purple line' was dazzling, and it did not really escape after breaking away from the ordinary envelope like a cage.
Instead, it was placed at a height of three feet above Li Xueyou's head, with her as the center of the circle, and it quickly circled and circulated endlessly.
Moreover, the radius of rotation is getting larger and larger, and in an instant it has a radius of tens of meters, parading above everyone's heads.
This vision immediately attracted the attention of everyone outside the library.
Zhao Rong frowned and focused his eyes, but he still couldn't see clearly what this 'purple line' was. It was bright but not divergent, it was extremely condensed, and its aura did not leak out for the time being.
He raised his head suddenly, because in a daze, the 'purple line' had already passed over Zhao Rong's head.
He looked up and hesitated in his mind whether to wake up or not. It should know...
At this moment!
Bang!
A sound like the impact of a bell and a bell was heard, deafening and deafening. The powerful sound and the accompanying air waves made many Confucian scholars with no cultivation almost fall to the ground.
That straight "purple line" actually collided with the library ban.
It dared to hit one of the most eye-catching buildings in Linlu Academy!
Just because the library blocks its route of joyful activities.
Zhao Rong stepped on the ground with his feet like roots, without any sway, but the majestic sound of Hong Zhong Da Lu just now still lingered in his ears.
But at this moment, he no longer paid attention to these, but looked intently.
This nine-storey library indeed has a universe within it. It doesn't want to look so ordinary. At this moment, only strange and shining scriptures can be seen densely emerging from the building.
Occasionally, a few lines of golden sentences disappeared in a flash, like flying fish leaping out of the water and submerged in the sea of words.
Especially where a certain "purple line" stayed, in front of a building on the third floor, a simple Confucian scripture suddenly appeared. It was like being blown by the breeze. It was turning rapidly, with countless ink characters.
, pouring out like sesame seeds, filling and consolidating the impact point.
The straight 'purple line' had suddenly stopped in front of the Confucian scriptures that were turning spontaneously.
Zhao Rong stared.
All I saw was a purple flying sword.
Taking another closer look, he saw an extremely thin purple flying sword.
In other words, a tiny needle is more suitable.
The flying sword is small, bright purple all over, and as slender as a needle, like a wheat awn.
This should be the smallest and thinnest flying sword Zhao Rong has ever seen.
However, just now, it was this 'weak little thing', just like an earthworm shaking a tree, hitting the towering tall building without knowing its strength.
But what's even more surprising is that the huge commotion just now and the sudden appearance of the Confucian classics all prove that... it has really shaken it.
At this time, the slender purple sword floating in the air swayed as if it was connected to the sky, facing the Confucian scriptures that were turned upside down and the nine-story library blocking its way.
The slender purple sword made a long sound, and a purple line-like sword body suddenly surged out with billowing purple energy.
The next moment, the purple energy exploded, like a bullfight's jet.
Zhao Rong clenched his fist in front of his abdomen and frowned slightly.
He felt the sword energy, or in other words, the red snake in his body felt the sword energy and was churning endlessly.
However, Zhao Rong was quite sure that it was not because this flying sword of unknown rank had anything to do with the innate vitality in his body.
Because since I drank that strange Zhengguan Well water, the half-dragon and half-snake in my body seems to be particularly sensitive to sword energy.
Just like this now...
Yu Huaijin didn't know when, but he was already standing beside him.
She held her hands, frowned and looked at the purple sword that was charging at the bullfight, and suddenly said: "The edge is too revealing."
I don't know if it's the sword or the unknown owner of the sword.
She seemed to know something.
Zhao Rong still had doubts between his brows, but before he could resolve them, he turned around to speak.
"Nonsense!"
Suddenly, a loud scolding sounded in the ears of the quiet people outside the library, breaking the silence on the field.
Zhao Rong closed his mouth and turned to look with Yu Huaijin.
There were people coming and going to the main door of the library, but now there was a clear space, and an old man in black clothes and white eyebrows, who looked like an eighty-year-old man, stood in front of the door with his hands behind his back at some unknown time.
At this moment, the white-browed old man glanced at Li Xueyou, who was in a hurry, and Sima Duyi, who was silent with his eyes lowered.
He turned his head and looked at the 'little guy' who dared to hit the building in the daytime.
The slender purple sword seemed to be psychic, floating and spinning in the air, with an unruly attitude, staring eagerly at the Confucian scriptures that were quietly pronouncing words, eager to try.
But at this moment, it seemed that it took the white-browed old man's words as a provocation.
In an instant, the purple energy surged and the sword energy soared into the sky. First, it suddenly turned and gathered momentum, drawing a circle in mid-air, intending to hit the library.
As a result, outside the library, in everyone's sight, a purple circle of light appeared that was getting faster and faster, but the sound was getting smaller and smaller.
The purple circle gets bigger and becomes silent.
The purple smoke is thick and the light is shining brightly.
Just like a purple sun, rising nine floors below, suddenly, the purple sun disappeared, leaving only a straight purple line in the air, as if the huge purple sun was stretched into a hair, already... Li Xian Thorn
go.
Everyone on the field gasped for breath.
PS: Well, brothers, I believe that Xiaorong will not write a plot where the protagonist is wearing a hat...
There are already many heroines in the story, and everyone who deserves to be offended has been offended. The remaining brothers should not stab Xiaorong in the back, unless it is defensive...
Well, I know that if you just say it, no one will believe it, then just look at Xiaorong's actions.
Xiaorong's current goal is to write Sword Girl seriously, without adding poison, collecting what needs to be collected, what should be watered down... Bah, bah, try to fill in the holes that need to be filled.
Phew, I feel very comfortable just thinking about it, go, go, go!