i have a sword fairy

"Why does this table feel weird? Well, and isn't it a dining table? Why did it move here? Also, why did you put a tablecloth on it?"

The little girl didn't know that the original desk was broken. At this moment, she shook the desk with a small body, and her tone was puzzled. Her deskmate who was really immersed in studying and studying suddenly raised her head in dissatisfaction, but she dared not speak out...you Mr. Sitting in the front seat is eccentric, isn't that amazing?

dining table?desk?It’s all the same, the desk is sometimes the dining table, and sometimes class is the same as eating. It’s flying in the ocean of knowledge, drinking and eating, and absorbing the nutrients of knowledge. The young Confucian scholar thought about it and fell into deep thought.

After a while, he realized that as long as there is a book in his heart, there are classrooms everywhere, and he can take classes anywhere. He nodded seriously and said in a concentrated voice:

"It's for preaching, teaching, and solving doubts."

Little Qian'er: "..."

Her tablemate: "..."

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On the second day, Zhao Rong got up early and went to look for Brother Yiwu.

As a qualified teacher, the hard work he taught two students yesterday did not affect his spirit the next day.

However, after Zhao Rong woke up, he kept thinking about seeing the clarity of his mind.

He walked on the corridor in the mansion and nodded seriously.

"Well, it was hard to break the mirror, relax once, just this one, it doesn't count, um, nothing happened, you have to pay attention from now on, see the clarity of the mind... see the clarity of the mind... by the way, And what that guy told me... Zhengguan Jingshui."

Zhao Rong read it brokenly, remembering Gui's words last night, so he called the sword spirit a few times in the heart lake.

Heart Lake is empty, just like the morning verandah around it at this moment.

"Ahem." Zhao Rong was a little embarrassed.

If it wasn't resting, it looked angry and ignored him on purpose.

Well, I guess he was upset that he wore a mop last night, even a "gentleman" would guard against...

"Such a small-minded person who loves to hold grudges, is a bit like Qian'er, a little girl, but still a gentleman?" Zhao Rong muttered.

"roll!"

In the heart lake, a certain sword spirit couldn't help cursing.

"Don't see the clarity of your mind, prostitute, wait for death!"

"..."

Come on, now besides the scumbag, it likes to mention another honorary title here.

Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head, and went to find Gu Yiwu and the students of Zhengyi Hall.

Everyone discussed matters in the pavilion in the early morning.

Zhao Rong suggested that he go back to Linlu Academy to see Meng Zhengjun and remind her that the Dali Fengchan Grand Ceremony is approaching, and come as soon as possible according to the previous agreement.

In fact, Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu hoped that Meng Zhengjun would come quickly, not because they missed her, but because they wanted a great monk from the academy to come and take care of them.

Looking at it now, it seems that the water in this great distance is far more complicated than what Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and others thought before going down the mountain.

Moreover, at the moment when the results of the Fengchan Grand Ceremony come to light, no matter whether it is a great success or a dismal failure, it may always provoke a certain party to jump over the wall, so there must be an academy teacher who can live in the place and take them away safely...

At this time, facing Zhao Rong's volunteering, Gu Yiwu and other students were quite surprised, but they didn't doubt it, and promised him one after another, only telling him to be careful on the road, be a ferryboat in the sea of ​​clouds, and go back quickly.

How did everyone know that apart from this official business, Zhao Rong also had a private matter to do.

However, no one chose to go back with Zhao Rong, after all, they were meeting a certain old-fashioned and serious woman...

Cough cough, brother Ziyu went to the meeting alone and selflessly, and it was enough to deal with that old-fashioned woman...

After the meeting in the pavilion ended, Gu Yiwu and other students nodded with emotion as they left.

Zhao Rong laughed and shook his head, went back to the yard, packed up his things, and went out with Xiaoqian'er.

For some reason, I didn't choose to take Su Qingdai back with me for the time being.

The latter stood at the gate of the courtyard, watching Zhao Rong's back go away with a bit of resentment in his eyes.

In the past two days, Gu Yiwu and the others will stay in Dali, and make preparations for the ceremony of enshrining Zen as planned. When Zhao Rong and others return, they can start to sacrifice to Yueshan and complete the ceremony together.

Zhao Rong sent people to notify the various forces of Dali in advance, and took Xiaoqian'er together to board the boat at a mountaintop ferry not far from Hanjing City.

The two took the Yunhai Ferry and returned to Duyou overnight.

Who would have thought that just after a certain person returned, he would be greeted by a Shura field that almost happened...

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Time flies.

Two days later, at noon.

The autumn sun is shining brightly.

A sea of ​​clouds ferry sailing back from Duyou City slowly landed at the mountaintop ferry outside Hanjing City.

On the deck of the ferry exit.

There was a young Confucian scholar with his hands on his sleeves, followed by a handsome and nimble little maid.

The two of them returned to Dali overnight by boat, their figures in the dust, ready to disembark.

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On the deck, the young Confucian scholar and the handsome maid stood at the back of the crowd.

The boat had come to a complete stop, and the two of them did not rush to get off the boat. They stood quietly at the back, watching the anxious passengers get off first.

Zhao Rong looked away from the formation of Nanfei geese above his head.

Two days ago, he went back and forth between Duyou City and Dali. Yesterday, he finished dealing with the affairs of the academy during the day, and the little matter of Qingjun, which cost him his life. Then he ate a magical dinner at Xia Chongzhai at night, and then sat down. The overnight sea of ​​clouds ferry returned.

Zhao Rong let out a sigh of relief.

When he came back this time, he had finished what he had to do as planned.

When she went to see Meng Zhengjun, although she didn't have a good look at him, she gave a similar answer in a business-like manner, saying that she would come back naturally before the ceremony began, and told everyone not to steal and play tricks...

In addition, Zhao Rong also brought back three cups of Zhengguan well water, and... a sachet belonging to a certain little fox demon.

The former will come in handy after he successfully sees the clarity of his mind and practices that set of exercises that he doesn't even know the name of now.

And the latter, well, is now his sachet...

A certain silly fox demon surnamed Su don't want to run away quietly, and obediently wait for my master to come back.

Zhao Rong stretched out his hand, touched the sachet hidden in his sleeve, and glanced at the little Qian'er beside him.

The latter was lying on the side railing, staring at Su Qingdai, who was picking up the boat at the ferry below, without looking at him.

Zhao Rong looked away calmly.

In addition, there is the matter of last night.

At the Xia Chong Zhai dinner, the cup of wine that did not belong to Xia Chong, Jing Frog and Qu Shi was drunk by Qing Jun, who made the bamboo horse sword return to the half-step armour, awakening the rare natal supernatural power in the space-time domain. The extraordinary sword chant also caused a lot of shock inside and outside the city.

I don't know how Qingjun dealt with it afterwards.

Zhao Rong couldn't help turning his head, looking in the direction of Duyou City behind him.

After squinting for a few breaths, he shook his head and turned around.

The most important thing for him right now is to return as soon as possible after dealing with the Dali matter.

Small matters, Qing Jun's semi-finished bamboo horse, and the secrets hidden by the weird Xia Chongzhai and shopkeeper Zhao... These are all waiting for him to deal with when he goes back.

After a while, the deck of the ferry was empty, and most of the passengers in front had disembarked.

"Let's go, stupid girl, don't stare, we should go down."

With that said, Zhao Rong stepped up and took Xiaoqian'er off the boat.

In a certain sleeve, the hand holding the sachet hesitated for a while.

In the end, the sachet was squeezed by his five fingers, and it was put back into the sumeru.

Zhao Rong didn't look sideways.

There is a 'sharp-eyed second lady' next to her, so don't commit crimes against the wind...

At a certain moment, he muttered in his mouth: "My concubine lives on Qiantang Mountain. The flowers fall and the flowers bloom, regardless of the passing year..."

"Brother Rong, what are you reading?"

"Oh, it's okay." Zhao Rong said casually, blinking: "I just suddenly remembered... I remembered the poems of a certain talented woman I read last night, um, a talented woman."

"Hey, to be praised by you, Brother Rong, this woman must be very powerful."

Zhao Rong, who was going down the stairs, couldn't help laughing, coughed twice, and said solemnly: "Yeah, from the looks of it now, not only is he excellent in poetry, but he is also good at embroidery, which is really a combination of talents."

"Well, it's amazing, such a woman, whoever marries such a woman will enjoy the blessings... Wait, do you know, are you talking about the fish girl? Or...Mr. Zhu? Or is it Miss Su? Miss Li?"

Xiao Qian'er suddenly turned her head.

Eloquent and quick to report the women at the dinner table last night.

Zhao Rong turned his head with a smile, without a pause: "I guessed it right, it's Miss Su, but her name is Su Dahuang, um, do you know Qian'er?"

"Su Dahuang? I don't know him." Xiaoqian'er muttered and looked at him, "I thought it was that fox girl Su."

Zhao Rong smiled without saying a word.

He glanced at the crowd under the boat.

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The ferry built on the cliff did not immediately cool down because most of the boat passengers disembarked and left.

Because there is still someone who has not disembarked.

Many boat passengers couldn't help but stop not far away, looking back at the pick-up team that was still crowded at the ferry.

There are hundreds of people.

Especially at the front of the crowd, there were two figures that stood out the most.

One is a stunning fairy in a black dress, with three thousand blue silks draped straight down like a waterfall, wearing a slim dress as dark as the night, with stars flowing on it, wearing a mysterious and elegant purple veil, revealing a pair of cold and proud eyes.

The demeanor is very proud and indifferent, but at this moment, he is looking at the disembarkation ahead without blinking.

A handsome young man, wearing bright yellow uniform, stood not far from the former, like a child of a wealthy family.

However, at this time, behind him were several Xianyueli girls standing quietly, protecting him faintly. In addition, there was a large group of guards with knives behind him.

Many passers-by and boat passengers stared blankly...

While others were whispering, the two focal points, the girl and the boy, suddenly showed joy almost at the same time, and walked forward quickly.

"Tzuyu."

"Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Rong took Qian'er down the stairs when he heard a familiar shout.

Su Qingdai and the little emperor rushed forward, led by them, followed by a large group of people.

Zhao Rong instantly became the focus of everyone's attention at the ferry.

The young Confucian scholar nodded calmly, greeted the two, and then exchanged greetings with people from various forces.

At this time, a justice hall familiar to Zhao Rong came forward and smiled at Zhao Rong:

"Brother Zhao, Brother Gu asked me to pick you up. He and other students are still busy in the etiquette department. There are many things today, so I am the only one here. Don't blame me."

"It's okay, Brother Qin, after I settle down later, I will go to the Ritual Department to help in the afternoon."

Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head.

Afterwards, he told the student of Qin Zhengyi Hall not to wait for him, but to return to the Ministry of Rites first.

The latter responded first.

Zhao Rong looked around the crowd, took the lead to leave the ferry, and went all the way down the mountain.

On the way, Su Qingdai looked at Zhao Rong with bright eyes, turned her head, looked left and right, her eyes were all on him.