i have a sword fairy

When Si Wuxie suddenly got up and walked down, Yu Huaijin left her seat. At this moment, she followed behind Si Wuxie with her hands raised, her lips pursed, and she looked at the thin back of the blind man in front of her from time to time, and then looked at him again. Look at Zhao Rong who are dozing off together.

All eyes were on Zhao Rong.

The students were very surprised when Si Wuxie got up and came to the banquet, because in my impression, this gentleman rarely stepped down to manage the classroom during class.

And this time...

Their eyes fell on Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu, their eyes were different, most of them were watching the excitement.

Wu Peiliang snorted softly, looked at Zhao Rong who was still dreaming in the distance, especially unconsciously, with anticipation in his eyes.

Mr. Si has a very good temper, which is recognized by the entire Mochi Academy, but according to his experience, the better the temper, the more serious it is when he gets angry.

And this Zhao Ziyu, who came to the hall with Fan Yushu and pulled the tail of the crane, heh, it’s okay for the two of them to fall asleep in Mr. Si’s class, but he was discovered by him. Well, maybe it’s because he made an indecent noise while sleeping .

You know, Mr. Si is a blind musician who has lost his eyesight. He has a keen sense of hearing and is very good at distinguishing notes. You must have made extremely vulgar snoring sounds, tarnishing the elegant and refined piano sound. Is really angry.

Maybe I will tell you two to stop coming to class and go back to the dormitory to sleep...

The corner of Wu Peiliang's mouth twitched, and then he sighed again and shook his head, but his eyes were still focused on Mr. Si who was about to walk to the sleepy two's table in the distance without blinking.

Seeing that Mr. Si was about to come, Li Xueyou turned her head to look at Zhao Rong and the two of them. She pursed her lips, and stuck her feet out under the table where everyone could not see.

Xiao Hongyu glanced down and saw that his friend was full of love, so he didn't say anything.

Li Xueyou was the closest to Fan Yushu and kicked his calf.

Fan Yushu moved his feet, smacked his lips, and kept his eyes closed, which seemed to have no effect, but in the next second, he opened his eyes violently with a strong desire to survive, and immediately saw the silence on the field at the moment.

In an instant, Fan Yushu's expression changed, pretending to be nonchalant, with a serious expression, frowning tightly, staring straight at Guqin, with a serious look.

Soon, Fan Yushu glanced at the expressionless Mr. Si...passed by his desk without a pause, and Yu Huaijin was with him, but the latter frowned at him.

Fan Yushu didn't care, and heaved a sigh of relief, but before the breath was over, he was startled suddenly, didn't he catch me?

Fan Yushu turned his head suddenly.

Si Wuxie kept walking along the way, and ignored Fan Yushu, who was pretending to be serious. He came to Zhao Rong's desk with a calm expression, and then stopped slowly.

Si Wuxie's eyes were still empty and lifeless, but she lowered her head slightly, facing Zhao Rong, as if she was staring at him, with no expression of joy or anger, and said nothing.

The atmosphere in the classroom became more peaceful because of the blind man's silence.

Yu Huaijin who followed carefully looked at Zhao Rong's complexion who was still asleep. She narrowed her eyes slightly, and said suddenly, "Sir, brother Zhao, he has never slept in the past. Today may be laborious last night..."

"I heard it." Si Wuxie finally spoke, interrupting Yu Huaijin's explanation, but the words were a little inexplicable.

He turned his head slightly and tilted his ears, as if he was listening to something, but in the open space at this time, apart from the whistling wind and leaves, there was only the slight breathing of the students.

The crowd did not hear any other sounds.

Si Wuxie remained expressionless and stood still for a moment, as if listening to something.

Suddenly, he turned around, walked up to Li Xueyou, took a velvet blanket from her hand, walked back to Zhao Rong's side, reached out with both hands, covered Zhao Rong's body with the blanket, and helped him hold the blanket. Pull to prevent falling.

Then Si Wuxie didn't stay any longer, turned around and returned to the lecture platform, and Yu Huaijin followed behind.

Zhao Rong lowered his head slightly, resting his fist on his forehead with one hand, still sleeping soundly, but...was warmer.

The whole place was silent.

Many students who were about to watch the excitement looked at each other in blank dismay.

Then he shook his head and looked back, and continued with the class.

Wu Peiliang's eyes widened, he looked at Zhao Rong who had pulled the blanket and turned to sleep more comfortably on his stomach, and then turned his head to look at Mr. Si's back.

He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and bowed his head, continuing to play the piano.

How can Mr. Si have a good temper?No temper at all!

Soon, the early morning piano class continued, and the episode just now seemed to have passed.

Mr. Si's piano continued to sound, and all the students echoed the chords.

It's just that in the ears of some students who are naturally sensitive to sound discrimination, Mr. Si's piano sound seems to be a little different, either high or low, and if you want to say how different it is from before, it's hard to say. It's hard to say why.

In the front row of the open space, Yu Huaijin raised her eyelids slightly as she listened to Si Wuxie's piano.

……

Zhao Rong had a dream.

A strange dream, at first it was the sound of a piano coming from nowhere in the darkness.

Immediately, amidst the sound of the zither, the darkness dissipated, and he saw Jin Ge, the iron horse.

This is a world of great controversy, hundreds of dynasties stand on this land.

He looked down from the sky, and his weapons stood like a sea.

Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!

The drums of war beat slowly.

The sound of horseshoes suddenly sounded.

A chaotic war among a hundred nations exploded on the ground like thunder.

Dead bodies covered the fields, blood flowed like rivers...

And the strange piano sound at the beginning was inaudible at the beginning, then deep and melodious later, and then generous and high-spirited at the end.

Zhao Rong's eyes widened!

The bent waist suddenly straightened up.

The blanket slipped from his shoulders, and Zhao Rong reached out to catch it.

He was short of breath, calmed down, looked around, and found that he was in the open space by the river, and the memories before going to bed gradually flooded in like a tide.

"Ziyu, are you okay?" Fan Yushu looked at Zhao Rong's face and asked with concern.

Zhao Rong shook his head, he suddenly reached out to touch his face, and felt his cheeks were extremely hot.

"Your face is blushing a lot now. When I saw you just this morning, it was as white as a ghost." Fan Yushu said casually, and then continued to do his own thing, packing up the guqin.

Zhao Rong breathed slowly, feeling a little strange in his body, but he was still a little dazed for a moment, he said casually, "What time is it now? How long have I been asleep?"

Fan Yushu glanced at him, "The music class ended not long ago, Mr. Si just left, oh, yes, just now Yu Huaijin said, let's stay here, don't bother to change places, Zhu Sir will come directly to class here."

Zhao Rong frowned, glanced at the blanket in his hand, and opened his mouth, but the next moment, he paused.

Finally feel that there is a difference.

Zhao Rong opened his eyes and looked inside the meridians, only to see that the innate vitality that had dissipated before was circulating endlessly in the meridians at this moment, rotating the small Zhoutian by itself.

He changed his mind and started to run the "Ants Ascend to Heaven Jue". His innate vitality was sudden, and the red snake reappeared in the meridians in his body like streams and rivers. It's just that it's no longer violent, but it's back to normal.

Now, of the eight extraordinary meridians in his body, four of the extraordinary meridians have penetrated through. Among the remaining four meridians, the belt channel is still blocked due to the backlash of spiritual energy, but it is not as serious as before.

Zhao Rong was surprised to find that his condition and physique had returned to the original state.

He frowned slightly, was it the dream that was mixed with the weird piano sound just now?

Fan Yushu put away the Guqin, took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone and placed them on the table. Then he turned his head and saw his friend beside him holding the blanket and frowning in a daze. He pouted to the side, "Here, it's Brother Xue's blanket."

Zhao Rong came back to his senses, exhaled heavily, nodded, first lowered his head and patted the ashes on the blanket, then folded it neatly, then got up, and walked to Li Xueyou's side.

"Thank you, Brother Li, I accidentally fell asleep in class next time, and made a fool of myself."

"Yeah." Li Xueyou was also spreading rice paper on the table and placing the inkstone. She lowered her head and didn't look at Zhao Rong for the first time. She reached out to take the blanket from Zhao Rong, and nodded quickly when she heard him thank you. He agreed, but quickly shook his head, "Not ugly, not ugly, sleep when you are sleepy, it's normal..."

Li Xueyou paused, looked up at Zhao Rong, and said with a serious tone, "However, brother Zhao should pay attention to scheduling next time, and don't fall asleep in Mr. Si's class again."

Zhao Rong smiled and nodded, "Naturally."

Seeing his sincere smile, Li Xueyou turned her eyes away and continued to do what she was doing.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong didn't leave immediately, but glanced at Li Xueyou's put away blanket again, hesitating to speak.

At this moment, Li Xueyou spoke without turning her head, and said in a soft voice, "This is covered by Mr. Si for you."

Zhao Rong was startled, his brows loosened suddenly, and he turned to look.

On the maple forest path behind the clearing, Mr. Si's back with the piano on his back is indistinct, faintly visible, and gradually disappears.

Zhao Rong looked at it for a while, thoughtful.

"Hello, is your name Zhao Ziyu?"

A carefree voice came from behind.

Zhao Rong regained his senses, raised his eyebrows, and said while turning his head, "Yes, brother Xiao, I'm Zhao Rong, named Ziyu."

Xiao Hongyu was flipping through a copybook. On the desk in front of her was a pile of dozens of copies. They were all authentic copybooks written by the top calligraphers of Xiao Hongyu's hometown dynasty. It was her father who saw her at home. After mentioning it in the book, people were sent all the way to the mountain not long ago.

Xiao Hongyu looked down at the copybook, and said casually without raising her head: "Xiao Xueyou sent you a blanket to avoid the cold, so you can just say thank you."

Zhao Rong understood what she meant, and turned to look at Li Xueyou who was seriously setting up the pen holder and preparing to write.

Li Xueyou quickly waved his hands, "No need, no need, Red Fish is joking, Zhao Rong must not take it seriously."

Xiao Hongyu lowered her head and turned the pages without explaining.

Zhao Rong thought for a while, and said sincerely to Li Xueyou: "Brother Li, I have also learned a little calligraphy before, why don't you let me show my shame? You write some words, and I will show you. If you don't agree with what I say You don’t have to listen to my humble opinion, it doesn’t matter, just take the essence and discard the dross.”

While listening to Zhao Rong's words, Xiao Hongyu flipped through the so-called rare and rare copybook in his hand, curled his lips, not knowing whether it was because of the copybook or the person.

She casually threw the priceless copybook in her hand on the table, and it just landed on the pile of books. She raised her head, and was about to nod when Li Xueyou pulled her away.

"Red Fish, don't make trouble."

Seeing this, Xiao Hongyu shrugged, "All right, as long as you are happy."

She cupped her fists at Zhao Rong, but didn't bend down, "Brother Zhao, it's the little girl who is taking the liberty."

Zhao Rong didn't care, and didn't say anything else when he saw this, he bent down and saluted, "Brother Xiao, that's too polite."

Seeing the scene where the two seemed to reconcile, Li Xueyou smiled at Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong clasped his fists at her instead, smiling brightly.

After that, he didn't stay any longer, and turned to look for Yu Huaijin.

Chapter 248 Zhao Rong, why don't you eat her soft food!

Zhao Rong returned to his seat first.

He did not take out the paper, ink, brush and inkstone to prepare for the next class like the students around him, but bent down to wrap the Guqin in plain white cloth, packed up his things, then turned around and started to leave.

Zhao Rong's actions in the opposite direction attracted a lot of attention.

Fan Yushu asked curiously, "Ziyu, where are you going?"

Zhao Rong replied casually: "I don't feel well today, I'm going to ask for leave."

While talking, he didn't wait for Fan Yushu to ask again, and walked towards Yu Huaijin in the distance.

The open space where the Zhixingtang class is held today is an abandoned ancient ferry with an ancient name, Lanzhou.

It is rumored that the first Confucian sage who took his disciples to travel to this place where Wangque Tianya Haijiao went ashore from this ancient ferry and established Linlu Academy.

Although the Lanzhou Ferry has been abandoned, the wooden plank road extending from the shore to the river still exists.

At this time, there are many willful students lining up, walking to the wooden plank road, scooping up the water from Lidu and going back to study ink.

And Yu Huaijin was standing at the entrance of the boardwalk, behind a long table next to it.

After Zhao Rong approached, he took a closer look.

Yu Huaijin, with a calm expression, was studying ink with her head bowed.

Her small snow-like hands are holding the long black ink anchor, which is dazzlingly lined, attracting the attention of many students passing by to fetch water.

After grinding the ink, Yu Huaijin walked to the other side of the table, and continued to do things with her hands, her face was still stern and her eyes were focused.

Zhao Rong watched for a while.

This table is facing the seats of the students in the open space. It should be the table used by Mr. Zhu later. Yu Huaijin is a senior elected by the candid hall. She can actually assign these chores for the gentlemen. Other students did it, but in Zhao Rong's impression, Yu Huaijin seemed to do everything right every time.

He closed his eyelids slightly and walked straight forward.

He bowed and said: "Senior Yu, I feel a little uncomfortable in the lower body, and I want to ask for a class leave, and I hope the senior will promise."

Yu Huaijin was placing a brush washer, he paused for a moment when he heard this, and then continued to place things without turning his head to look at him and returning the salute.