i have a sword fairy

Yisu stopped in the air, moved and wanted to turn around, but was stared back by the slender woman in front of him with no cultivation.

However, the little guy still trembled uncomfortably, as if he was too childish to understand what an apology was.

Go rubbing against the white-browed old man too?

Yisu quickly shook the tip of his sword, rejecting this scene that would make 'Jiansheng' ashamed...

Li Xueyou patted her forehead.

She lowered her head and was holding the purse in her hands. At this moment, she opened her hands and said in a slightly complaining tone, "Come in."

Facing the dark hole of the purse, a drop of corn is wilting.

Hesitatingly and reluctantly, under the supervision of Li Xueyou, it flew to the top of the purse, paused, and suddenly turned around, drawing a nice hollow purple circle in the air. the meaning of……

Then Yisu rushed before the little master changed his face, the blade of the sword crooked and fell into the woman's purse as if she had lost her spirituality.

Everyone: "..."

Li Xueyou blushed.

She lowered her head, tightened the elastic band of the purse, wrapped the purse in a small handkerchief, and then hurriedly stuffed it into the sleeve, as if it was not safe, she put one hand on the sleeve.

At this moment, the little girl was ashamed and had only one thought, never to let out this good-for-nothing little guy who looked arrogant and domineering, but turned out to like to draw circles...

At this time, Li Xueyou came to his senses, raised his head to look in the direction of the courtyard gate, and bowed in apologetic salute.

"Old man, I'm sorry, I didn't expect it to be sent in the letter. I'm sorry to trouble you, old man, did Xiao Su crash the library, I..."

After Li Xueyou's cold face was gone, Sima Duyi came back to his senses and kept looking at the southern sky.

Hearing the words at this moment, he turned around and followed her towards the person behind the threshold of the courtyard gate. He would never take half a step out of the library until he had finished reading all the books in the building, and it was predictable that it should be forever. The Confucian gentleman who couldn't leave the library, saluted respectfully.

The white-browed old man waved his hands at the two of them, but did not speak.

He frowned and looked at Sima Duyi, then turned around with his hands behind his back, and raised his eyes to look at the mountain in Duyou City, which was higher than Linlu Mountain.

I saw that mountain of flowers, which was dressed in purple today.

The old man smiled cheerfully, he likes to wear purple...it seems that he has a bad temper.

Immediately turned around, went back to the building to flip through the book.

Sima Du stood up straight, he glanced at Li Xueyou who was hesitant to speak, and shook his head.

Li Xueyou glanced at the empty envelope in her hand, and didn't ask any more questions.

Sima Du looked down, and suddenly a thin thread-bound book with a purple cover appeared in front of him. He flipped through a few pages and flicked his fingers.

Intermittently, some poems, sentences, and article paragraphs floated out of the pages of the book, flew to the library, and fell into the prohibition of the sea of ​​words.

Most of the headstrong students around him looked envious.

Confucian scholars can really read "poems and books in their chests" when they read books, and they are righteous.

The Xianjia method of the Confucian and Taoist high-level monks in front of me is somewhat similar to Mr. Yan's method of writing Maple Leaf that Zhao Rong saw in the Fenglin Courtyard of the Taiqing Mansion before.

Zhao Rong took a few glances at the words that Sima Duo sent to the library.

There is a sentence that he thinks is ordinary, "there is no intention to come out of Xiuyuan, and there are traces of cloud Cong".

There are also eye-catching poems that say, "People today don't see the moon in ancient times, but this month once illuminated the ancients."

There are so many different things.

Zhao Rong listened to Gui and mentioned that Confucian scholars only picked words from the book and put them into the heart lake, and there was not much strict distinction of rank.

I just want someone to express their feelings and have a tacit understanding.

Sometimes the sentences in Luohuapin's poems are not necessarily better than the poetic eyes in Dengloupin's poems, it depends on whether you can understand the Tao.

Not long after, Sima Duyi put away the natal object, turned his head to give Li Xueyou a few words of advice, said his farewell, and left amidst the salutes of the students in the Huaxing Hall.

He delivered two birthday presents for both of them.

……

A quarter of an hour later, the steward of the library registered all the students in the willful class.

Completed the check-in procedure.

Zhao Rong returned with a group of students down the mountain.

In the calligraphy class in the afternoon, I watched a lively class.

"Who is that old gentleman? Our mountain chief?"

Zhao Rong looked at Yu Huaijin beside him.

"It's not the head of the mountain." The latter shook his head.

"We all call him Mr. Qi. No one knows the exact surname. When we new students arrived, he had already flipped through the books in the library. Asked the previous seniors, they were just like us."

Yu Huaijin looked back at the study building that was gradually going away.

"I didn't expect him to be a gentleman, but I heard that he has never been out of the building, and he can often be seen on the first few floors. If you look for books in the library in the future, you can ask him for advice. The old man can almost help you find them."

Zhao Rong nodded.

On the way back to Mochi Academy, he turned his head suddenly, and glanced at the slender figure in the crowd behind Xiao Hongyu who was following Xiao Hongyu step by step.

He also remembered that natal flying sword that was unruly and domineering as soon as it appeared, and wanted everything to give way to it.

Judging from the situation on the field just now, it seems that this flying sword, which looks extremely good, does not belong to that "Sima Duyi" reading seed.

Not only is the temperament wrong, but it can also be seen from other clues.

However, it is obviously full of wildness, and should belong to the sword of an indomitable and pure swordsman.

At this moment, she is sitting peacefully in Li Xue's small purse.

So whose sword is this?

Not long ago, Miss Li's arrogant expression flashed in her mind again...

Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze, rolled up the newly borrowed book in his hand, and strode forward with his hands behind his back.

I still remember that one day, he suddenly asked and returned.

Is there any kind of thing, or some kind of person, that will make it unable to hand out the sword no matter what, or make it hang down the sword in its hand.

In my impression, the sword spirit who used to be proud and arrogant in front of him, saying that it was a pity that he had no chance to hand over the sword to Daozu and the most holy teacher, was silent for a long time at that time.

He responded softly, yes.

It's just that he waited quietly for a long time, and its voice did not resound in the heart lake.

……

Chapter 284 If you don't become a dragon, is that still called a dragon-slaying boy?

The afternoon will soon pass.

Zhao Rong led a group of willful students, left the library, and returned to Mochi Academy.

Along with the distant mountains and forests, the dull sound of the ancient clock came.

It also means that this afternoon's calligraphy class is over.

On the way, the students of the Willful School were quite lively, with the sound of talking, playing, and joking intertwined.

Zhao Rong, who was walking ahead, looked back.

Everyone seemed to be in a good mood, talking and laughing.

Although it seems that I didn't learn anything in this calligraphy class and went to watch the excitement, isn't this the reason for my good mood?

Although Zhixingtang is the top school among the six schools in Mochi, most of the students in the hall are good students in a certain sense.

But it's good to be able to relax like a stroll in a certain art class. Is this happiness education?

Some students looked at someone's back and felt a little pleasing to the eye.

Even if someone's original intention is not to take them to play...

In addition, there is another reason for the lively atmosphere at this time.

That is the holiday is coming again.

Just tomorrow.

Therefore, anyone with a little academic experience knows that the afternoon before the holiday is, in a sense, a more comfortable time than the holiday itself.

Especially after school, like now.

Because you can plan whatever you want.

And if the last class happened to be similar to the "physical education class" that was useless in Zhao Rong's previous life...

Well, double the happiness, you know everything.

Everyone who has experienced it is good.

At this moment, when Zhao Rong, who was walking in front of the crowd with his hands behind his back, thought of this, he felt that he had a deep understanding of the feelings of the students behind him.

After all, he is an old student.

Zhao Rong raised his mouth.

He couldn't help but look back at the happy smiles of his classmates, feeling emotional.

I will protect this smile.

Zhao Rong said with a smile:

"Everyone be quiet, tomorrow is a holiday. I don't think the other gentlemen have assigned homework. Your vacation may be too monotonous. How about it, I will arrange it according to the situation. Everyone is idle anyway. , just write by hand."

Originally, the students in the whimsical hall were looking left and right, chatting and laughing in small groups.

Or discuss holiday private meetings, or meet to climb high in autumn, or make an appointment to steal a half-day leisure together in Fusheng, or form a team to experience the interesting "cuju" that just came down the mountain.

But it fell with someone's smiling words.

The noisy crowd continued to make noise for three breaths, but then gradually quieted down.

All the students looked sideways and looked at the smiling face of a guy who wanted to brighten up their boring vacation.

The words just now made them feel extremely uncomfortable.

Many students froze their smiles.

Among them, Wu Peiliang couldn't help being the first to speak: "Zhao...Mr. Zhao, what do you mean by 'depending on the situation'?"

Zhao Rong glanced admiringly at 'Pei Niang' who is always the most positive, and nodded:

"Good question, not many, go back and write a word, and hand it in in the next class."

The willful students looked at each other in blank dismay.

Wu Peiliang felt more uneasy consciously, he had to go back on the holidays, so there was so much time wasted on the homework assigned by Mr. Cheap.

Besides... Wu Peiliang doesn't even believe a single punctuation mark in someone's words.

He glanced at Zhao Rong's expression, and his tone was alert.

"Is it really just a word? Mr. Zhao, you say this 'one word' first, does it mean number or category? If it is category, what kind of word is it, and how many times do you have to write it?"

Wu Peiliang tactfully grasped the loopholes in someone's words, smashed them and asked carefully.

As we all know, teachers sometimes have to be prepared to re-interpret what they say in addition to only trusting three points.

"Ok?"

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help but take a closer look at the student in front of him who looked a bit feminine but seemed to be moving his head very quickly.

He gave Wu Peiliang a look of "children can be taught", and nodded again.

"I'm about to say, a very simple word... Yong, fresh and meaningful Yong, just five strokes. As for the number of times, it doesn't need to be too much, just set a small goal first, write it a thousand, and hand it over in the next class." .”

After hearing "small goals", the eyelids of many willful students twitched.

a thousand?This is paper grinding. When writing on calligraphy rice paper, you know it's not a little bit.

Some students sighed.

However, many were slightly relieved.