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However, there are also some students who are born and experienced and can't help but wonder about other things.

"Is that...Kaizai Feng just now? I read it right..."

"Autumn leaves are floating all over the ground, and the books of sages and sages are turned over by themselves. That's right, it's the wind of a gentleman." A steady student nodded in affirmation.

"Isn't Mr. Zhu just a first-class scholar in Confucianism, and has not been awarded the title of gentleman. Isn't this noble and rare breeze that only we Confucian gentlemen can be bestowed by the Confucian Temple? It is the same as the Taoist Ziqi. This breeze is hers." ?”

"Hey, the gentleman is so happy? There is such a saying. I haven't heard of it before. Brothers, talk about it carefully."

Among the crowd, there were curious students who heard the words and asked curiously about the people who made the noise just now.

The latter smiled and waved their hands, and then said a few more hearsay things, all kinds of magical effects were amazing, and everyone was amazed...

At this time, in front of the crowd, Yu Huaijin, Gu Yiwu, Han Wenfu and other three seniors from the school frowned and turned their heads, looked at the students who were discussing behind them, and said nothing.

The Mochi students were young and lively, seeing that their seniors were still there, they didn't leave for a while, and began to talk about what happened just now.

Among the crowd in front of the candid hall, Xiao Hongyu, who was tall and tall, said in doubt:

"Isn't Mr. Zhu a half-step Nascent Soul? Can he condense a concrete Nascent Soul? Can he leave the body at will?"

She is interested in cultivation, and she is a noble daughter of the royal family at the foot of the mountain. She has specialized in studying those ancient cultivation classics since she was a child, and has memorized the realm systems of various monks.

On the contrary, they discovered the problem faster than these students from the fairy family who were used to strange things on the mountain.

After hearing the words, all the students also woke up one after another.

"That's right, Mr. Zhu, this is... Hey, is that the Nascent Soul, or the outer body of the Yang God cultivated by a special secret technique? Or is it a fantasy phantom?"

A student slapped his chest and swore, "From my point of view, this power is undoubtedly the Nascent Soul. In the previous festivals in the city, I have seen the old heads of several top-ranked families in Duyou City, and the Nascent Soul also left the body to go to the Qionghua Banquet. That power is no different from that of Mr. Zhu just now."

The students are honored to hear the words.

The great Confucian monks of Yuanying Realm, the sixth realm, walked almost sideways on Wangquezhou Mountain. If they did not have Confucian identity, then they could establish a sect.

And such a Mr. Yuanying girl, even the city lord of Duyou City would call out 'Little Master'.

But at this time, behind Han Wenfu, there was a top-ranked calm student in the monastery hall who disdainfully curled his lips, and said, "It's all nonsense, Jindan, half-step Yuanying or Yuanying, for you, a little Fuyao, they are powerful and powerful!" Are they all the same? Ants look at the mountain, how can they tell the height of the mountain..."

The student who patted his chest: "???"

The students quarreled.

Han Wenfu glanced at Yu Huaijin who was frowning and silent beside him, turned around to maintain order in the crowd, and suppressed the quarrel.

The students began to have different opinions again, and their attention was diverted for a while.

Yu Huaijin still straightened her waist and raised her hands, standing still on the spot, staring at the direction in which the two gentlemen left.

This direction... They seem to have gone to Tingchao Pavilion on the back mountain of the academy.

Lao Jijiu, who is confident in his fishing and chess-playing skills, likes to invite some old friends to fish and play chess there... It seems to be an activity center for middle-aged and elderly people in the Mochi Academy...

The teacher's reaction... the wind has been used up quickly, and he hurried on his way... Could it be that something happened to him?

There was some worry in the eyebrows of a certain old-fashioned girl looking into the distance.

She wanted to raise her foot to follow the two gentlemen to find out, but she hesitated several times, and finally she didn't choose to follow.

Yu Huaijin turned around, and was about to retreat with the other seniors to leave the students in the willful class. At this time, when she turned her attention, she heard the students in the crowd arguing.

She paused slightly, sighing inwardly.

The teacher is indeed a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator.

It stands to reason that a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator is between the golden elixir realm and the real Nascent Soul realm, and the Nascent Soul in his body is still in that golden elixir full of cracks, not yet fully born.

Even the half-step Nascent Soul cultivator himself doesn't know the 'National Soul Appearance' hidden in it.

If you know.

Then it won't be just a half-step Nascent Soul, it will make up for the last step of perfect promotion...

However, Yu Huaijin knew that the beautiful snow-eyed shadow that had been separated from the body just now was the teacher's Nascent Soul, not hers.

In other words, it was the former Nascent Soul.

But right now, it has a pair of snow-white eyes, as if the whites of the eyes are full of eyes, lifeless.

……

It's like drawing the dragon's eye.

This is the teacher's own choice...

And Teacher Zhu's snow-eyed Nascent Soul can travel thousands of miles and ride the wind to the south.

Gein's rare and wonderful blissful wind.

This is also the most famous piece on the mountain among the "Confucian gentlemen".

What is the mystery in the end, outsiders don't know.

Because even in Confucianism, those who can hold it are all Confucians at the gentleman level...

Like most Confucianism cultivators in the world, everyone only knows:

Gentleman's things, Confucian monks get it, like a fish in water.

Right now, in the Mochi Academy, at the forefront of the doubting and arguing crowd, a certain old-fashioned girl raised her hands and lowered her eyes, without saying a word.

Just when the crowd is getting louder.

Gu Yiwu, who was very skilled in tainted milk, was facing south, frowning and scratching his head, thinking hard.

"Mr. Zhu said that Mr. Meng had neglected his duty... and also said 'he'..."

The burly Confucian scholar suddenly clenched his fist and slammed his palm, his eyes were as big as copper bells:

"No, something happened to Tzuyu! No wonder Mr. Zhu said that Meng Xuezheng was negligent, and he stayed in Dali... something happened!!"

He suddenly realized and exclaimed.

The rough voice resounded through the audience.

The noisy crowd suddenly fell silent.

Did that willful Tang Zhao Ziyu, who didn't come back immediately, have an accident at the foot of the mountain?

Countless different eyes gradually gathered on the burly Confucian scholar in the front row who was stomping around anxiously.

"It's over, it's over, I just gave Mr. Meng a guarantee that Ziyu is fine, but... it's over, in Ziyu's words, I seem to have lost his milk..."

Gu Yiwu and the surrounding Zhengyi Hall students were suddenly anxious and worried, like ants on a hot pot, at a loss.

"This...what to do, what happened to Ziyu? He was fine before we were sent back this afternoon. We agreed to slap those idiots in other schools when he came back. Why did he just ..."

The air in the audience seemed to freeze a bit, and it seemed to be quieter.

Han Wenfu and other students from the school: "...???"

Good guy, plotting loudly?Also call it a big idiot, a big idiot?Where do you leave it here?

The corners of some students' mouths couldn't help twitching.

You really deserve to be good classmates in the academy.

Yu Huaijin and other straightforward students were also speechless, but based on their experience, they also quite believed that this should most likely be the words of a young Confucian scholar.

"Ziyu...Ziyu...should be fine, should be fine...no, you must be fine! I...I, Gu Yiwu, said it!" A burly scholar ignored the silent crowd, muttering in reply Xiang'Poisoned Milk' led the students of Justice Hall and left in a hurry.

And at this moment, all the students who were digesting the news of a certain person's death suddenly remembered the violent reaction of a certain elegant gentleman in shirts not long ago...

The air on the field.

It's quieter.

……

A lakeside in the back mountain of Mochi Academy.

There is a two-story tower and water pavilion.

There is a plaque named Tingchaoxuan.

On the second floor, there are two old men playing chess slowly while enjoying the lake and mountains.

At a certain moment, over the six schools in the distance, there was a rather conspicuous figure of a snow-white Confucian shirt swaying upwards, with big sleeves and blue silk flying, and riding the wind southward.

Beside the chessboard, the old man holding the white pieces looked up at the scene that was not proper in the academy.

The second floor was quiet.

The old man Jijiu from the school who held the white pieces looked away, and then looked at the opposite old man pinching the black pieces with his head lowered and focused on playing chess, and didn't say much.

Because, the old man on the opposite side has the greatest 'reason'.

What he says counts.

The old man holding the sunspot set his hands quietly, without raising his head.

Old Meng offered the wine and laughed.

The chess skills of the two old fellows are really like rivals in chess, and they will meet good talents...

The old Jijiu sighed with emotion.

Then he randomly picked up a white piece from the chess box, took a look at the vacancy on the chessboard that he was quite pleasing to the eye, and dropped it down with great momentum.

Continue to play chess friends.

After a while.

There are women in Confucian shirts with hair like waterfalls and old-fashioned women with serious faces, one after the other, rushing into this quiet pavilion and water pavilion, going straight to the second floor.

Another moment passed.

Meng Lao Jijiu walked down the water pavilion with Meng Zhengjun, who was frowning worriedly, and left Tingchao Pavilion, not meddling with other people's family affairs.

The second floor.

Only a Confucian woman in Confucian dress with reddish eyes and a stern old man who lowered his head to clean up the chessboard were left alone.

The former turned his face away, looking at the lake outside the pavilion, not the latter.

The woman rubbed her reddish willow eyes with the back of her hands, as if sand had gotten into them, she silently rubbed them vigorously.

not talking.

The stern old man, who made a certain girl in blue tremble at every meeting, packed up the chessboard, covered the black and white chess box, took out a newly bought chess book from his sleeve, and looked at it carefully with his head down.

Neither speak.

a while.

She still spoke first.

"save him."

The air on the second floor was quiet.

"Save someone."

"he."

The stern old man who had a relationship with Zhao Rong who came to Shuixie back then bowed his head and turned another page of chess records.

"Who is he?"

The woman fell silent.

After about ten breaths.

"My... students," she said.