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But when they thought that the results of the etiquette exam would be announced in the next few days, they temporarily held back and chuckled.

After hearing Gu Yiwu's explanation, Yu Huaijin frowned slightly, but ignored Han Wenfu's embellishment.

"Are you coming back tomorrow... Just now, looking at your expressions from a distance, I thought... some accident happened."

She said something softly, relaxed her brows, and nodded slightly.

In fact, Yu Huaijin was not only asking because of her status as the senior of the candid hall, she was also asking on behalf of a woman in Confucianism.

The old-fashioned girl turned her head and glanced out of the corner of her eye.

really.

A certain Confucian figure in a shirt was pacing at the end of the crowd, holding a stack of papers in both hands. The figure hesitated just now, but at this moment, she had stopped her steps to move forward.

"Don't worry, Brother Yu, Ziyu is fine, we've been in Dali Kezi...cough cough is safe."

Gu Yiwu didn't realize that there were so many twists and turns on the field, so he just said with a silly smile:

"We are going down the mountain on behalf of the academy. Dali is right under the nose of the academy. Even those great immortals in Duyou City didn't dare to send anyone to intervene when they learned that our academy helped Dali. Who would dare to mess with us? A student of Feng Chan? Besides, with Mr. Meng here, it is natural that the arrangement is well arranged, and she walks forward, and the lingering prestige is still there, who dares to move Ziyu's hair with audacity?"

The burly student patted his chest and swore, and even cleverly flattered Meng Zhengjun.

Meng Zhengjun glanced at him, didn't answer any more, and talked about these careless things, she nodded slightly at Yu Huaijin who was looking, and then suddenly turned her head in a certain direction.

"Well, what is the strong wind that brought our elegant and precious Miss Zhu to the academy? It's rare to see her. Miss is not locked in the yard to write leisurely and cultivate her sentiment?"

She spoke plainly to a woman in Confucian shirt who was about to turn around and leave behind the crowd.

Miss Zhu.

A strange title.

Except for Yu Huaijin, all the students looked at each other in blank dismay.

However, the two academy female teachers have had a long history of grievances and entanglements, and everyone is confused.

Zhu Yourong stopped, turned around, and didn't go to see Meng Zhengjun right away.

She rolled up the stack of paper manuscripts in her hand, put her hands behind her back, and then smiled gently at the curious eyes cast in all directions.

"Mr. Zhu."

All the students saluted one after another.

Zhu Yourong took out a jade hand from behind and waved it.

Then she faced Meng Zhengjun, smiled slightly, and then...suddenly bent down and saluted.

The woman in Confucian shirt, who was relaxed again, turned around suddenly, with a pair of jade hands behind her back, and walked away with lotus steps.

Meng Zhengjun was slightly taken aback, somewhat unexpected for Zhu Yourong's reaction.

She was actually ready to accept the sharp irony of this 'Miss Zhu' just now.

The old-fashioned woman subconsciously looked a few more times at the light back of the woman in Confucian shirt who was going away.

Is this a change of temper?Or give in?Or...in a good mood?

Yu Huaijin, who could roughly guess the ins and outs of her teacher's mood, lowered her eyes and said nothing, but still sighed lightly.

Meng Zhengjun shook his head, took Gu Yiwu and other students from Zhengyi Hall, and prepared to continue to leave along the corridor.

Yu Huaijin and Han Wenfu also turned around one after another, and returned to the school with their students who were watching the fun.

The crowd gradually dispersed.

In the other direction, the beautiful figure of Zhu Yourong, dressed in Confucian shirt and men's clothes with her hands behind her back, walked further and further away.

Many students watched from behind. She was holding the scroll of paper and shaking her wrist, wearing a blue scarf with black hair, and hanging down two blue ribbons of different lengths, flowing in the wind.

The woman in Confucian shirt walks leisurely.

Right at this moment.

A gust of autumn wind blows from south to north.

It shook the autumn trees all over the forest, and the corners of the elegant skirts of the women in Confucian shirts were blown...

Zhu Yourong's back suddenly stopped.

A head of jet-black hair fell like a cascade of 'unruly'—the blue ribbon tied to the hair broke off at some point.

The blue ribbon drifted away with the icy autumn wind.

"Meng! Zheng! Jun!"

A rare woman's angry shout resounded through the Mochi Academy, and with the academy as the center, it spread rapidly towards the entire huge academy...

All the wild geese in the sky were frightened and dispersed, and took a detour.

Students like Meng Zhengjun and Gu Yiwu who were about to leave immediately stopped.

Yu Huaijin, Han Wenfu and other Mochi students who were about to leave looked back in shock.

The old-fashioned female gentleman whose name was shouted angrily frowned and looked back.

In the distance, a certain woman in a Confucian shirt with a stiff body looked down at the palm of her right hand in a daze, and her fingers trembled uncontrollably.

She suddenly turned her head, her willow eyes wide open, and she questioned the old-fashioned woman who led the team back from a distance of a thousand meters: "What about him?!"

Meng Zhengjun was puzzled for a moment, "Zhu Yourong, what is he?"

The woman in the Confucian shirt was facing the south direction, as if she was on the verge of falling, she raised her head slightly, and said something silently towards the far south...

the next moment.

The woman in the Confucian shirt stood still.

The waterfall-like hair that fell in front of people was also fixed.

The woman is like a character in an ink painting, frozen silently.

Even the cold autumn wind that suddenly blows can't blow a single hair of her...

Yu Huaijin wanted to speak.

Meng Zhengjun frowned, "Zhu Yourong, you..."

However, at this moment, these people in the distance are in the field of vision.

The woman in Confucian shirt who was staring at the south spread out her trembling fingers, and suddenly grasped it, so, from her body that was fixed in place like a statue... came out another woman in Confucian shirt.

In the distance, two Zhu Yourongs appeared.

This scene in the eyes of everyone is like the legendary soul coming out of the body.

The second woman in Confucian shirt stepped out of the original body's position like a phantom. Her appearance is almost exactly the same as the original body. The only thing that attracts people's attention is her pair of snow-white eyes.

The eyes were pure white without a trace of darkness, as if they were completely occupied by the white of the eyes.

Without saying a word, Zhu Yourong with snowy eyes took a step forward, and a teleported figure appeared in the air.

With her phoenix eyes glaring angrily, she uncontrollably exuded a terrifying Nascent Soul power, shocking the entire Mochi Academy.

Meng Zhengjun frowned, and stepped forward to remind: "Zhu Weirui..."

"roll."

The second 'Zhu Yourong' in the air swung its snow-white long sleeves fiercely.

For Confucian monks, a "thousand-mile blissful wind" "walked" out of the sleeves.

Wind blows.

In the entire Mochi Academy, all autumn leaves are hanging in the air.

Bookcases and bookshelves, desks with stone benches, students' hands... every book of Confucian saints and sages is silently translated...

Today in Lin Lu, a female gentleman rides the wind and goes south.

Chapter 528 Xuemu Yuanying and the Confucian Gentleman

In the Mochi Academy, there are six schools located along the corridor.

At this time outside the school, autumn leaves were flying all over the sky, and the open space below was crowded with students from all halls.

However, all the crowd is silent at the moment, and they can't even breathe deliberately...

They opened their eyes wide, silently looking at the original body of the woman in Confucian shirt who was still in place in the distance.

Just a few breaths ago, an identical Confucian-clothed woman walked out of her body, with a pair of snow-white eyes, and she was already riding the wind and heading south.

Meng Zhengjun frowned tightly, staring at the direction in which the existence that seemed to be a Nascent Soul but not a Nascent Soul was leaving.

It stands to reason that flying into the sky is forbidden in the academy, and the rules are so strict that even she, Mr. Xuezheng, who is in charge of the etiquette, and um, even those deputy mountain chiefs can't surpass it.

but.

That snow-eyed Zhu Yourong just swaggered away as if nothing had happened.

The ancient magic circle that enveloped the academy did not stop at all.

Because... she has a 'happy wind'.

Seeing it is like seeing a gentleman.

Therefore, the woman in the Confucian shirt who was politely saluting in front of Meng Zhengjun a few breaths ago burst into anger as if a gunpowder bottle had been ignited, and Meng Zhengjun couldn't immediately chase after her.

That is because of the academy's prohibition of rules, and...she who is also a half-step Nascent Soul is not as 'generous' as a certain eldest lady.

It can condense the Nascent Soul and be separated from the body for thousands of miles.

It's just... outrageous.

Meng Zhengjun's eyelids twitched suddenly, he looked away, and turned around suddenly.

"Zhu Weirui, calm down! What's the matter? This is the academy, it's just nonsense, it's useless for anyone to come today, give me an explanation!"

Meng Zhengjun drank softly, and in a flash, he appeared in front of Zhu Yourong who was staying in the physical body.

The woman in the Confucian shirt was covered with three thousand blue hair like a waterfall, she was lowering her head, staring at her tightly clenched right fist, it seemed that there was something hidden in this small fist that she dared not face.

"You want... an explanation?"

The woman in the Confucian shirt was on the verge of falling, murmured softly, and suddenly raised her head:

"Meng Zhengjun, I want you to give me an explanation! As Mochi Xuezheng, he leads the team down the mountain, and is responsible for guarding the students, but he is arrogant and negligent of his duty!!"

Zhu Yourong gritted her teeth, and with a wave of her jade hand, pushed away Meng Zhengjun who was stunned in front of him.

The woman's black hair was like a waterfall, and her eyes were reddish. She grabbed the hem of Xue Bailan's shirt that dragged the floor and got in the way. She hurried along the straight corridor towards a certain place in the Mochi Academy...

The previous image of elegant and intelligent Mr. Xianmei has disappeared without a trace.

This is very rare and disrespectful in the academy where every action is strictly followed.

"You...you said..."

Meng Zhengjun froze on the spot, and slowly withdrew his outstretched hand, full of doubts.

"Arrogance, dereliction of duty..."

This old-fashioned and serious lady suddenly turned her head and glanced at the returning crowd who was alone. The next moment, she seemed to think of something. When she woke up, she quickly took out an unresponsive early warning tool from her sleeve. thing.

"Isn't it... not good!"

Meng Zhengjun frowned, turned around in an instant, and immediately followed the back of a woman in Confucian shirt who was running desperately.

On both sides of the ink pool corridor covered by the golden sunset.

After the two school girls left in a hurry, the students were quiet for a while.

After a while, they withdrew their curious, puzzled or complicated gazes.

The crowd of students who watched the whole process had countless lines of sight intersecting each other, and the sound of noisy discussions could not be suppressed.

"This is really the elegant and casual orchid who gave us calligraphy classes in the past...Mr. Zhu?"

Some students who admired and followed Mr. Lanhua early could not help but mutter.

"Nonsense, it can be false." A student interjected.

"But... What's the matter, Mr. Zhu and Mr. Meng are all arguing, and Mr. Zhu... became so anxious."

Everyone muttered, and there was an atmosphere of doubt and incomprehension among the crowd.