i have a sword fairy

"Among the students in our willful school, there are all kinds of family backgrounds. Their parents are high-ranking purple-clothed sword cultivators in Tianya Jiange. They can find out a few for you. As for those who are wealthy in Duyou City or from a thousand-year-old family There is no shortage of direct bloodlines. All of our students listen to Senior Yu and wear school uniforms. In the end, you are hypocritical. Could it be that you are the young master of the city lord of Youlan Mansion? Then show it quickly to open Wu’s eyes. ..."

Many students couldn't help laughing, and there was a burst of low-pitched laughter during the banquet.

Zhao Rong didn't sit down immediately, but put down the piano on his back first, and then stood still, looking at Hongfeng by the river without blinking, while listening with relish.

The corner of his mouth curled up slightly, and finally he listened to Wu Peiliang's words word for word, but he still felt that it was not satisfying.

Originally, he was quite looking forward to seeing Zhao Rong make a fool of himself, but he couldn't help it anymore, and said in a contemptuous tone in his heart:

"I thought this guy could say some powerful yin and yang words. If it makes you anxious, I have to study hard, and this is the result?"

It sighed slightly, "Hey, that's it, the voice is still so low, did you not eat?"

Zhao Rong was also a little disappointed with him, but he didn't say anything. After all, there are almost no opponents who can make him angry so far.

However, Zhao Rong thinks it can be forgiven. After all, among the students present now, it is estimated that no one has awakened the memory of the previous life like him, has rich "struggle experience", and has spent countless days and nights, anytime, anywhere separated by a small area. The little Liulijing met countless unsuccessful "Land Sword Immortals" who had mastered the skills and reached the perfection.

As for a place called "Zu'an", the greetings from those elegant and easy-going opponents made Zhao Rong feel even more cordial and missed.

It's just that they are gone, leaving him alone in this world.

Zhao Rong sighed a little.

He rubbed his face, then cupped his fists in the direction of Wu Peiliang, his eyes were absent-minded, and he sat down with a somewhat lonely expression.

And from just now until now, Zhao Rong has never looked at Wu Peiliang from the beginning to the end, and now he has this gesture again.

Wu Peiliang, who had been watching the unpleasant figure from the corner of his eye for a long time, saw that not only did he not jump to get angry, but he was distracted and even had a pity expression, and he suddenly choked up his breath.

Wu Peiliang's somewhat feminine face stiffened in an instant, his thin lips pursed, and he said with a sneer: "Brother Zhao's face is so pale, did it last night..."

"Brother Wu!" Yu Huaijin, who was waiting for someone at the door, turned around and yelled, interrupting his words.

The old-fashioned woman's voice was unusually heavy.

Wu Peiliang stopped talking suddenly, his fingers trembled slightly, his fair face turned red, and immediately, he hummed softly at Zhao Rong, and said nothing more.

The atmosphere on the field was also a little solemn because of Yu Huaijin's scolding just now, and some students who watched the excitement quickly put away their expressions and went back to their own business.

Wu Peiliang looked down at the valuable guqin in front of him, but he kept paying attention to Yu Huaijin's side from the corner of his eye. When he saw her frowning and turned to face the door again, he felt relieved, but then, he pulled the corner of his mouth again. Zhao Rong squinted.

Zhao Rong didn't pay any more attention to the matters on the field, he sat down weakly, bent his hands to support his sore waist, and tuned the piano casually.

Zhao Rong didn't borrow Yu Huaijin's cloud pendant anymore, he kept using someone else's, which made him a little embarrassed, so he went out yesterday to add Zhang Qin. Although the material is ordinary, his movements are lighter and durable.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps at the intersection.

Then, Xiao Hongyu's signature slightly sandy voice sounded.

"Huaijin, huh... sorry, we came back late, Xueyou and I played in the city a little late yesterday, and it was already midnight, and Xueyou's father kept trying to keep her, so we rested at the house overnight , came back in a hurry in the morning."

Xiao Hongyu clasped Li Xueyou's petite shoulders beside her and explained while panting.

Li Xueyou also blushed, and wiped the fine sweat from Guangjie's forehead with the back of her hand, her small face was full of anxiety, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Huai Jin, are we late? Mr. Si, I'm sorry... "

This Xiaojiabiyu-like girl, holding the hem of her clothes with her small hands, said in a tone of self-reproach, and lowered her head, not daring to look at the eyes of her classmates.

And Xiao Hongyu pulled her red lips to both sides, turned her head to look at the students waiting on the field, met their eyes, and apologized: "I'm sorry, everyone, I'm sorry this time. Definitely won't be late again."

She has a sincere smile.

Seeing this, the students of the Willful Hall nodded their heads one after another.

"Nothing, nothing, no need to be polite."

"Brother Xueyou and Brother Hongyu don't need to blame themselves, after all, it's still a while before the fourth quarter of Mao, and they haven't attended class..."

"Yes, you don't have to blame yourself too much. I'm just too shy to see Young Brother Xue. I've been a classmate for more than two months, and I'm still so shy..."

The students in the willful hall laughed and had different opinions, without much blame.

Seeing this scene, Fan Yushu was a little annoyed, turned his head and complained to Zhao Rong: "It's all late, why are we just like grandson?"

Zhao Rong glanced at him, too lazy to answer such an obvious question, he continued to tune the piano weakly with his head down, thinking about the next calligraphy class in his heart, without saying a word.

Xiao Hongyu tilted her head and smiled, patted her chest and said, "That's good, Xueyou and I were scared to death, and ran all the way here, hey, why did you choose such a far away place to teach today..."

"Brother Hongyu, Brother Xueyou." But at this moment, the old-fashioned woman who was wearing a men's hair salon next to them spoke.

Yu Huaijin looked at them with a stern face, frowning slightly, "I told you yesterday morning that you have classes today, but you were still almost late."

Xiao Hongyu quickly put away her smile, her face was solemn, like Li Xueyou next to her, she lowered her head and was seriously trained.

Seeing this, Yu Huaijin stared at them for a long time before sighing softly, "Mr. Si was already waiting when I came here, but we just stepped on the spot now... that's all, not next time." Be so sloppy."

Li Xueyou and Xiao Hongyu hurriedly nodded like chickens pecking at rice.

Yu Huaijin turned sideways, and the two hurried to sit behind the table in the open space.

Yu Huaijin also followed, returning together.

Afterwards, the open space beside Fenglin was filled with seats.

Only then did Mr. Si turn around slowly, his eyes glazed over, but he seemed to be able to see everyone. He looked around at the students in the candid class, and said softly, "Everyone is here, so let's start the class quietly."

2Chapter 17 Girl Xueyou, Listening to the Qin in Dreams, Jin Ge Falling into Dreams

In the open space where the students of the willful class attend classes, behind them is a splendid red maple forest, and in front of them is the endless Lidu, filled with misty river mist.

Zhao Rong was sitting behind the table in the right corner of the open space. The reason why he chose this place was nothing but familiarity.

According to his experience of occupying seats in the classroom countless times in his previous life, this place is close to the woods on the right, which is a natural barrier, and no one will come, such as Mr. Si who comes down to inspect on a whim.

On the table on the left side in front of the seat, a tall male student was sitting, and Fan Yushu was sandwiching him on the right side. He was in a blind spot where Mr. Si couldn't see in front of him.

This is very safe, both psychologically and physically.

However, before Zhao Rong nodded his head, he suddenly realized a problem.

Mr. Si is a blind man, and he is still a mortal. Let alone whether he will come down and walk in the middle of the class, after all, sitting for a long time will cause back pain and back pain, which is not good for the legs, so you have to come down and move around, right?Even if Mr. Si came down to move his legs and feet, how could he see what Zhao Rong was doing...

Zhao Rong rubbed his face, so it is safe to sit anywhere in Mr. Si's piano class?

Hey, this is damn skilled.

However, he looked left and right again, and felt that this seat with a strong desire to survive and a must for fishing in class was not in vain, because there was also Yu Huaijin who took care of everything, although it seemed that he was currently in a closed position. She listened to Tao, but the ruler was still in her hand, not more than one foot away.

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched.

It's a little strange why I happened to meet such an excellent old senior.

Yu Huaijin is not only the No. [-] in seven arts among the students in the willful class, but also the teaching assistant of several art classes. Not only can she assist in teaching, sometimes if the husband is busy, she will teach instead of the teacher. Not limited to whimsy...

Mr. Si's class is the same as before, first listening to the waves in silence, and then playing the piano with feeling, and the sound of the piano is harmonious.

However, if it is the previous "listen to the waves silently", Zhao Rong thinks there is nothing difficult, pricking up his ears, his expression is like relief after changing clothes, pretending to be in a state of epiphany when he is intoxicated and heard the beautiful sound of heaven and earth.

But the feeling behind played the piano and the sound of the piano harmonized... At this time, Zhao Rong felt that it was outrageous.

His hand playing the piano was lifted and released, released and lifted, a little hesitant.

Zhao Rong looked up at the field, and saw Mr. Si at the front, facing the crowd, his fair fingers, which were slenderer than women's, were dancing lightly on the Guqin that seemed to have been broken once.

From time to time, he would play a short piece of piano music with ups and downs and slow downs, and then he would stop suddenly, raise his head and look at the students, without saying a word.

After the students were quiet for a while, someone would suddenly play the piano and pick it up, as if they had felt it, and the piano sounded harmoniously.

This picture has a sense of bosom friend of high mountains and flowing water.

But Zhao Rong, who was in it, felt very speechless. He looked at Yu Huaijin in the front row, and saw that she was the first to pick up Mr. Si's piano sound almost every time, very excellent and positive.

Zhao Rong blinked, looked down at the guqin on his lap, and then looked up at the students who looked serious on the front, back, left, and right sides.

Are we in the same class here?

What did you realize, sir, you just don’t talk the whole time in class... It feels like you can’t get in at all, outsider?

He shook his head, but finally put down his hesitant hand and didn't touch the strings, because Zhao Rong was afraid that when he played the piano, he would become the focus of attention like the excellent Yu Huaijin, but the reason was the opposite.

The river wind on the bank is a bit strong, especially in the morning, and with the autumn cold, the river wind blows head-on like a knife.

Zhao Rong covered his mouth and coughed a few times, but tried his best to suppress the sound with his hands, so as not to disturb the students who were immersed in the sound of Mr. Si's piano, um, and he was listening in his dream with his eyes closed. Zhao Rong gave him Fan Yushu who was following the wind.

Zhao Rong tilted his head, glanced down, and glanced at the sleeping Zhengxiang, no, it was a friend who was fascinated by listening.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the seat on Fan Yushu's left, where a student with a delicate figure in a blue skirt seemed to be looking slightly sideways.

Zhao Rong turned his head to look and raised his eyebrows.

It was discovered that it was a female student named Li Xueyou who had been belatedly here with Xiao Hongyu before.

I saw her wearing a loose high ponytail, her black hair and white scarf fluttering in the river wind. At this time, she was opening her mouth slightly, looking sideways slightly, her gaze stopped and she could close her eyes even when she was sitting. On the sleeping Fan Yushu, the delicate eyes blinked, as if they were curious.

Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing, Brother Yushu's appearance of sitting upright and dozing off with his eyes closed really made people confused whether he was in class or fishing. If his body wasn't swaying slightly back and forth in the wind, Zhao Rong would also be caught by Fan. Yushu confused the past.

As expected of you, Brother Yushu.

At this moment, as if she had sensed Zhao Rong's gaze, Li Xueyou turned her head quickly, like a lark, but in the next second, after seeing the corner of Zhao Rong's raised mouth, in an instant, she turned into A little rabbit turned its head back, leaned forward violently, and played the piano with its head down. The side face facing Zhao Rong was full of seriousness and concentration.

Nothing happened, you... saw nothing.

Zhao Rong smiled dumbly and looked away.

On weekdays, he rarely saw this Li Xueyou talking, and the two of them had little interaction. In Zhao Rong's impression, this girl was gentle and quiet, and she often followed Xiao Hongyu, who had a big mouth and a big smile. How to attract attention, like a little transparent.

But after all, they are the only two female students in the candid hall... Well, the only third, that Yu Huaijin and Zhao Rong didn't regard her as a girl at all.

Because she is one of the only three female students with a delicate and elegant face, she can be regarded as a candid beauty. I heard from Fan Yushu that her performance in the seven arts is also among the top few, and the students at the door treated her differently. Consolation, Zhao Rong can guess with his feet that this girl should be quite popular among the male students in the candid hall, and there are many people who secretly pay attention.

Not knowing what to think of, he shook his head.

Another gust of river wind blows.

Zhao Rong tightened his autumn clothes.

He frowned slightly, without looking, Zhao Rong knew that his complexion must be bad at this time, and he temporarily lost the little red snake running through his meridians to maintain his physique. Apart from his toughness, his current body was at most stronger than ordinary people. He still bears the dark wound left by the backlash of his innate vitality last night, and is very weak.

Zhao Rong took a deep breath, rubbed his eyes, opened his eyelids with difficulty, and looked at Mr. Si, who was playing the piano peacefully in the wind of the Red Maple River. , I also went to listen to the piano in my dream.

The last remnant of Zhao Rong's consciousness in this class is...

Mr. Si's class is indeed a good place to catch up on sleep in the morning, but... it's just a bit windy.

……

Li Xueyou opened her eyes wide, staring at Qin lying flat on her knees, her small face tensed, and her eyes were full of concentration.

After responding to Mr. Wansi's piano sound again, she quietly glanced to the right, opened her eyes slightly, and found that the person who had been staring at her just now seemed to be asleep too.

Li Xueyou first looked at Mr. Si who was playing the piano with his head bowed and concentrating on teaching, then she turned her head to look again.

Zhao Rong closed his eyes, tilted his head, supported his head with one hand, and lightly tapped the strings with the other. In the autumn wind, his face was as pale as frost, his breathing was a little short, his body swayed from time to time, and he was more than sitting. Fan Yushu, who was straight, was still wide, as if he was about to fall down at any moment.

Li Xueyou frowned slightly, and stretched out her hand to grab her own swaying ponytail, gathered it up and combed it on her left shoulder, to make it calmer, and immediately, she looked at Fan Yushu and Zhao Rong who were in the wind of the river. , bit his lip and remained silent.

Not long after, Li Xueyou's silver teeth let go of her lower lip, she lowered her head and fished out from her sleeve, took out a delicate purse, and opened it.

I saw that there were a lot of pocket things in the small purse, but I couldn't see what it was, probably only Li Xueyou, who lowered her head and squinted, stretched out a thin little finger to pick it lightly inside. Know.

She searched for a while, and pinched out two small pieces of cloth.

As soon as the two small pieces of cloth left the mouth of the purse, they suddenly expanded in size and became two velvet blankets, neatly folded.

Li Xueyou lowered her head and carefully put away her purse.

She doesn't have any aura cultivation, not even reaching the heavenly realm. This rare medusa that can be used by mortals was given to her by a close relative after searching for a long time.

At this moment, Li Xueyou felt someone tug at the corner of her clothes.

"Young Snow."

Behind him, Xiao Hongyu's throaty voice came.

Li Xueyou was taken aback for a moment, then looked back, and not only saw Xiao Hongyu winking at her from the seat next to her, but also saw... the eyes of the audience.

I saw that the sound of the piano had stopped at some point, and Li Xueyou had just gone to fetch something, so she didn't pay attention.

At this time, Mr. Si, who was originally teaching at the front, was walking towards her. However, the direction in which he turned his head, and the eyes of the audience over her shoulder seemed to converge on... Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu there.

Xiao Hongyu patted Li Xueyou's hand, gave her a look of reassurance that you were okay, then curled up her mouth, and cast her gaze behind Li Xueyou.

Zhao Rong was dozing off with his head propped up, while Fan Yushu was still "listening to the class with his eyes closed", immersed in the unwarranted sound of the piano.

At this time, there was only the sound of howling wind and leaves on the open space beside the river, other than that, there was silence.

Si Wuxie walked towards them with light steps.