i have a sword fairy

On the other side, Xuebai Moxia quietly walked to an empty scabbard, bent down to pick it up, and looked down at the inscription on the black bird of destiny, which had been stained dark red by someone's blood at this moment.

Xuebai Moxia turned around and looked around at the messy hall, where there were still some traces of meticulous and meticulous design and novelty and bold traps.

Xuebai Moxia nodded lightly, as if the corners of his mouth were twitching.

now.

It is difficult for Zhu Yourong to describe her own mood.

She hurriedly approached the dragon coffin, but when she saw a pile of wreckage lying under the coffin, yes, it was a pile, and the body of the person on top was only slightly better than the headshot corpse below.

But seeing these from a distance, she couldn't help but slow down a bit.

On the way, the Confucian woman stopped slowly, her expression blurred.

After a while, the stopped footsteps continued to lift.

It was him, she just knew it.

The woman in Confucian shirt silently walked to the dragon coffin, and slowly squatted down with her legs bent. A pair of outstretched hands were suspended above his remnant body, moving back and forth through the air.

No way to start.

It's like a doctor who has just stepped onto the operating table and doesn't know where to start when faced with the soldiers being lifted from the fierce trenches.

For... why is this happening?

Zhu Yourong squatted down and knelt forward, her knee hit the ground, and knelt beside him.

Her jade hand scratched the place where Zhao Rong's severed right hand had been, and gently licked her mouth.

This hand has written countless ingenious characters, and it has also grabbed a book in private and leaned out to tap her forehead. At that time, she always avoided it sensitively, thinking that his hand was too slow in the blink of an eye, and then practiced calligraphy for a while. fun slapstick.

The woman also quietly took this hand, it was under the desk, Jingzi Yu Huaijin was there at that time, but they didn't notice it when they were on guard.

She grabbed his hand, and lightly engraved a word on the palm that she hoped would never be used, then she scalded her face slightly and turned her head, wondering if he misunderstood...

At this moment, Zhu Yourong stretched out his hand at the broken arm, as if he wanted to grab something, but he just caught a ball of empty air.

The woman took a deep breath, and immediately she seemed to come back to her senses. When she woke up, she quickly bent down, hugged Zhao Rong's burned and ugly upper body, and pressed her two fingers against his burned dry mouth. chest, feeling his pulse nervously, checking the situation...

Chapter 537 She just cares about the students...

The underground palace hall, in front of the dragon coffin.

Mr. Lin Lu Lanhua, who was originally elegant, intellectual and obsessed with cleanliness, seems to have forgotten the filth and horror of the surrounding environment. He didn't see the bloody brains. .

It's like a mother feeding a baby.

This scene silently fell into the eyes of the tall and thin old man.

Even the snow-white ink man who was looking around calmly couldn't help but look sideways and took a few extra glances.

Zhu Yourong turned his back to the two, hugged him on his knees, bowed his head and remained silent.

After carefully examining Zhao Rong, she breathed a sigh of relief.

He is still alive.

The woman in the Confucian shirt quickly touched her bosom, only to realize that she was in a phantom state, and she didn't bring any things or belongings with her.

Immediately, Zhu Yourong made a formula and cast a spell, put two fingers together, and lightly tapped on Zhao Rong's body, sealing the corresponding meridians and blood vessels.

Zhao Rong lost an arm and lost a lot of blood. He didn't know what kind of fierce battle he had just experienced. His physical strength and physique were seriously overdrawn, and he had even reached the point where he was exhausted. For, even if the treatment is late, there may be hidden wounds left behind.

But when Zhu Yourong breathed a sigh of relief, Zhao Rong's breath was still there, and it lasted a long time, thanks to his martial physique, which was exceptionally stronger than those in the same situation. He could survive, as long as he stopped the bleeding and treated him in time.

"It's good to be alive..."

The woman lowered her head, looked at the black face in her arms that was already unrecognizable, and whispered something.

Zhao Rong rested his head on the female gentleman's soft breasts, but he was not blessed to enjoy it, as if he had fallen asleep peacefully.

Zhu Yourong tightened him tightly in his arms, and then seemed to be afraid that he would not sleep well, loosened his arms, adjusted his posture a few times, and then.

She picked up Zhao Rong's Xumiwu on the ground next to him, gently broke the Xumiwu's restriction with a drop of his blood, took out some healing pills carefully, and fed him.

The woman sat on her knees, lowered her head and focused seriously, her hands were busy.

Occasionally, he whispered something to Zhao Rong in his arms, only his lips moved slightly, but others couldn't hear clearly.

In the hall, it was quiet for a while.

The tall and thin old man looked away from the dragon coffin, remained silent for a moment, then turned his head, and finally looked at the snow-white Mo Xia behind him.

The old man nodded towards him.

Xuebai Moxia also nodded in response.

The two knew each other, and could even be said to be colleagues who worked together to some extent.

Just when Xuebai Moxia was about to turn around and check for clues in the hall again.

The tall and thin old man suddenly said: "She is a new student at the Mochi Academy. This is the first time to teach, and she has a kind personality and protects her shortcomings... In a moment of impatience, she showed some care for the students, which made your Excellency laugh."

The old man explained a sentence and saluted.

The extremely long snow-white ink man at the end of the belt couldn't help but look at the dignified old man who didn't have much impression on weekdays, and nodded, showing no expression, but he didn't look there any more.

At this time, the woman in Confucian shirt who lowered her head to take care of Zhao Rong suddenly said:

"Who is he?"

The hall was quiet for a while.

The tall and thin old man had just conversed with Zhu Yourong about the identity of Xuebai Moxia.

So she wasn't asking about this snow white ink man.

It was the strange corpse on the ground, the owner of the golden core in the corner... the one who caused Zhao Rong to lose his arm and almost died.

The tall and thin old man didn't answer, turned around and walked a few steps, without looking back:

"The academy has been notified that someone will be sent to Jiyue Mountain to deal with this incident immediately. You should stabilize his injury first. This scholar's jade bi is about to fail. We will go back later, and the old man will leave this place later. Let me tell you about the location. Your Nascent Soul is out of the body, although you have the Kuaizai wind protection, you must be careful..."

Zhu Yourong: "Who did it. He, or them."

She lowered her head and asked calmly.

The tall and thin old man looked back at the figure of the woman in Confucian shirt in front of the dragon coffin, but didn't speak immediately.

Zhu Yourong raised his hand suddenly, and wiped Zhao Rong's unrecognizable cheek with a handkerchief, there was a bloody tear on it.

……

She had forgotten when she gave this white handkerchief that smelled of orchid fragrance to Zhao Rong, and he folded it neatly and put it alone in a specially vacated place in Xumiwu.

Now, the white handkerchief gets 'wetter' with rubbing.

It became a red handkerchief.

A certain jade hand suddenly clenched the red handkerchief, and blood spilled out of the gap between the fists.

dropping.

"Isn't it, you know him?"

Zhu Yourong asked softly, "Is he a scholar of Lin Lu?"

Seeing her thinking more and more irrationally and suspiciously, the tall and thin old man frowned slightly, and said directly:

"The aura cultivation of this Jindan old Confucian is in line with Confucianism, and there is the shadow of Siqi, which has nothing to do with Lin Lu. He was disfigured before his death, and the time has not been short, so long, the old man can't 'return to one' To his true face, back to his true identity."

The tall and thin old man lowered his eyes, glanced at Qin Jianfu's body, and said calmly:

"A Confucian cultivator in the Golden Core Realm who was born in Siqi will not be an unknown person in Wangquezhou. The academy has nothing to do."

"Once the Confucian students of the Academy graduate and go down the mountain, as long as they don't work in the Confucian School, they have nothing to do with the Academy except for their love for incense.

"Furthermore, this matter may also be a personal grievance between this Jindan old scholar and Zhao Ziyu. Right now, it is an act of seeking revenge..."

He paused, and said calmly with his hands behind his back: "But no matter what, my Confucian student at Linlu Academy was killed when he went down to the mountain for official work. The academy must firmly stand by his side and seek justice for him. The Confucian students of our academy were not bullied in vain. reason."

A tall and thin old man who is very defensive, his words are indifferent and majestic.

He stared at Zhu Yourong, and said word by word, "But, until you find out the truth, you are not allowed to act recklessly."

Zhu Yourong didn't nod or shake his head, he lowered his head and continued to wipe Zhao Rong's terrifying face with gentle and careful movements.

The tall and thin old man who was not angry and arrogant frowned more and more.

If it weren't for the presence of outsiders right now, he wouldn't have patiently dissuaded so much nonsense.

According to the usual practice, the two would directly quarrel over a disagreement.

The atmosphere was quiet again for a while.

The tall and thin old man suddenly remembered the laughing suggestion of the old guy who played chess with him not long ago.

He frowned a little, walked up to Zhu Yourong, squatted down, and silently tied the scholar's jade in his hand back to Zhao Rong's waist.

Zhu Yourong lowered his head and didn't look at the tall and thin old man.

The old man patted his sleeves, nodded and said proactively: "Use Fuyao to kill Jindan, and still survive...Zhao Ziyu, I remember his name."

However, Zhu Yourong said coldly: "He broke his arm and ruined his appearance just to let you remember his name? After you go back, write it down in that old notebook with mercy?"

The tall and thin old man held his back with one hand and held the gentleman Yu Jue at his waist with the other, and said lightly:

"Seven feet boy, so what if one arm is broken and one face is disfigured?"

Zhu Yourong raised his head suddenly, looked at the very familiar face of the old man, and said word by word: "He broke his arm and ruined his appearance."

The tall and thin old man nodded: "I know."

Nodding again, "So, you can't survive this?"

Zhu Yourong pursed her lips hard.

The eyes stared straight at the old man.

The two were one up and the other down, their eyes collided in the air, and neither would let the other.

Not far away, a snow-white black man couldn't help but turn his head and take an extra look at them.

Well, are you sure this is just an ordinary teacher caring about the students?

Chapter 538 Mr. Bai and the mysterious bird of destiny

In the main hall of the underground palace, a small battle of ideas is going on.

Is it worth it to exchange a broken arm, disfigurement and fall in exchange for an amazing feat of turning back and killing Jindan?

The tall and thin old man meant what he said, and he thought that a seven-foot man should be considered a hero.

As for the woman in Confucian shirt, even if it is the feat of beheading a hundred golden elixir or even a Nascent Soul cultivator, the price is an arm and a perfect face of Ziyu in her arms.

Then she wouldn't change it even if she was killed.

What feats of jumping over the border to fight back, what kind of morality, what kind of heroes...

None...a single finger of her student matters.

Men and women have different gender identities, and sometimes the concept is so different.

And if there is a relationship between relatives... that is often called a generation gap.

The unknown Mo Xia, whose body was made up of snow-white sword energy, looked away, unable to see clearly what his expression was at this time.

Xuebai Moxia lightly supported the thin sword at his waist with one hand, and Zhao Rong's blood-stained scabbard with the other, walked to the southeast corner, and looked down at the bloody golden pill under his feet.

Both the tall and thin old man and Zhu Yourong seem to have realized that there are outsiders present and it is not suitable for them to quarrel.

At this time, the radiance emitted by the jade pendant on Zhao Rong's waist became weaker and weaker, and the phantoms of Zhu Yourong and the tall and thin old man became more and more sparse and thin.

Zhu Yourong fed Zhao Rong another pill, and patted him on the back lightly.

After his breathing stabilized, she tidied up quickly, and when she was done, she supported Zhao Rong to lie on the wall of the dragon coffin.

He also put objects such as Xumi objects and handkerchiefs by his hand to prevent him from waking up early before her Nascent Soul arrived.

After doing this, the woman in the Confucian shirt got up and looked down at the seriously injured man below.

Her Xuemu Nascent Soul is still on the way, and will arrive here soon.