i have a sword fairy

However, Zhao Rong knew that if the atmosphere between men was not right in private, they would most likely be talking about women.

Gu Yiwu nodded and shook his head, his eyes were meaningful, "Brother Ziyu is not entirely right, it should be said that he is... a beauty."

Zhao Rong paused slightly, couldn't help but look at his thick eyebrows and big eyes, and subconsciously moved his footsteps, moving a little further away from him.

Gu Yiwu: "..."

The burly man said angrily: "What are you thinking, I'm not interested in men."

He turned to talk eloquently: "However, there are indeed quite a few monks who are good at this place on the mountain... If you want to mention this great distance, you have to mention beauties."

"Liren is rich in beauties, and they are generally handsome men and beautiful women, slender and handsome. First, let me talk about this Li girl. Apart from her long and slim body, she is most famous for her thin waist both on and off the mountain."

"I remember that there was a suave gentleman in the academy who liked to comment on beauties. He once had such extremes as 'a girl with a slender waist and a slender hand. Ran weak is light in the palm, and her waist is thin and long hanging. It is like a flower expressing words, like a jade fragrance'. good review."

Gu Yiwu smiled and said: "If a woman has a slender waist, that's a taste... Cough, brother Zhao, have you experienced it?"

"No."

Zhao Rong said decisively.

However, he couldn't help but see Qing Jun's grace in his heart.

Speaking of which, the lady is tall and her waist seems to be slender.

As for why it is "like", because Zhao Rong didn't pay much attention to it, as for the taste...

He usually doesn't touch Qingjun's waist.

She also often avoids Zhao Rong from touching there.

because……

ticklish.

To use Zhao Rong, Qingjun, and Qian'er's childlike words in private.

Qing Jun's itchy flesh was there, and when he touched her, he shrank like a frightened bunny.

In addition, on weekdays, whether Qing Jun is wearing a chest-length skirt or a purple dress.

She likes to wear clothes that cover her waist, and she rarely wears clothes that show her waist.

Well, it's just this little silly fox demon. On the contrary, she is dressed in men's clothes and has a graceful figure, for fear that others won't be able to see it...

However, it is not surprising that Qingjun practiced sword practice, and his waist is slender and flexible.

I just don't know how it compares to this Li Nu.

As for Xiaoxiao, she seems to be petite everywhere, the kind that can be curled into Zhao Rong's arms.

However, he knew that this stupid girl looked like a small one, but she was also chubby, and she didn't have "short weight and two taels"...

Just these, Zhao Rong thought about it when he was bored, how could he tell Gu Yiwu.

At this time, Gu Yiwu heard the words, and said seriously: "Then Ziyu will graduate from the academy and leave the academy. You can try to become a national scholar in Dali. This is a good place to go."

Zhao Rong knew it was a joke and shook his head with a smile.

Gu Yiwu said with a straight face: "As for the beautiful man from Dali, he is well-known in some circles of the immortal family on the mountain, and he is very popular with nobles from wealthy families and old guys in the immortal family sect... "

Zhao Rong had no choice but to stop the broom, "Brother Yiwu, stop talking, sweep the floor quickly."

Gu Yiwu nodded, "OK."

Just when Zhao Rong thought he would stop.

This burly man with thick eyebrows and big eyes joked: "Today the tiger has fallen into Pingyang, but I am lucky to have this sword in my hand!"

He danced the broom, and said with a thud, "Ziyu, let me eat my old Gu Yijian."

Zhao Rong: "..."

Soon.

Zhao Rong managed to persuade Gu Yiwu, who became more familiar with him and felt that something was wrong, and told him that a real swordsman is not easy to draw a sword, and usually pretends to be an ordinary person, such as sweeping the street or something.

Only then did he finally persuade Gu Yiwu to become a 'sweeper' with peace of mind.

It's just that they were not happy about being remembered by Meng Zhengjun before.

After discussing it together, the two decided to find the only person in the lower school who had the right to suppress Meng Zhengjun.

After a stick of incense, they finished cleaning the fallen leaves on the back mountain, and ran to find a smiling sacrificial wine.

Chapter 313 Does your family have any genetic diseases of the heart?

In this Mochi Academy, who else can suppress Meng Zhengjun.

Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu felt that the old Jijiu was probably the only one.

Although on weekdays, everyone sees that Dajijiu is approachable and approachable, and they are all relatively close.

The students often joked that the Dajijiu is a master grandfather who hides his secrets.

There is no small opportunity hidden.

But jokes are jokes.

This old man who was sent down from the upper level of the academy to serve as the high priest of the academy is definitely not as simple as it seems.

This point, Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu, including most of the students, are well aware of it.

So for now, face 'oppression'.

Zhao Rong and Zhao Rong decided to go to 'beating drums to complain'.

At this moment, Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu were waiting quietly outside a water pavilion by the lakeside of the Mochi Academy.

Just now they reported to the steward boy in the water pavilion, begging to see the old Mr. Jijiu.

But I heard from the boy that the old man Jijiu went fishing in the middle of the lake by boat again.

So they asked Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu to wait for a while, and they went to send someone to inform the old man Jijiu.

The two of them bathed in the autumn sun in the morning, and stood outside the water pavilion to wait.

"Brother Yiwu, do you think the old Mr. Jijiu will take care of these things?"

Zhao Rong was suddenly worried.

Gu Yiwu raised his hand to shade the sun, looked in the direction of Mochi, and nodded.

Zhao Rong thought for a while, then said:

"It's been a while since that Meng Xuezheng changed the school rules. The old man Jijiu should know everything he should know, but I haven't seen any reaction from his old man."

He paused, and said with a broken smile: "The old man probably doesn't want to care about it, well, he probably thinks it's not as important as fishing."

Gu Yiwu withdrew his gaze and shook his head.

He held Zhizhu and said: "Brother Ziyu's words are wrong. But it's not your fault for worrying. Brother Ziyu entered the school a little late, and he doesn't know much about our sacrificial wine."

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, as if to listen attentively.

Gu Yiwu smiled slightly.

"Although Mr. Jijiu is relatively leisurely, he still remembers our Mochi students. When the museum was just opened, he disagreed with Meng Xuezheng on many things. Many rights and interests now are fought for us by the old man. Otherwise, the school rules will be more stringent."

"Mr. Jijiu hasn't heard anything about this incident. As Ziyu said, he shouldn't be ignorant of the fact that we, the pillars of the academy, were destroyed by Meng Xuezheng..."

Gu Yiwu nodded slowly, his big eyes were piercing, looking in the direction of Mochi.

"According to my understanding of Mr. Jijiu, if I guess correctly, the old gentleman is waiting for Meng Xuezheng's new school rules to cause a strong backlash, and for us students who have been tossed and miserable to come forward to complain. Only then will the old man put down his fishing rod and make a move."

"He complied with the public opinion of the Mochi students and used our lawsuit as a reason to deal a fatal blow to Meng Xuezheng, withdraw these new school rules, and hold him accountable again. Maybe with good luck, he can once and for all let that woman I can't turn the wind and waves anymore!"

Zhao Rong was thoughtful, and opened his mouth to ask again.

Gu Yiwu waved his hand and said in a concentrated voice:

"I know what Brother Ziyu is going to ask. The reason why Mr. Jijiu didn't prevent Meng Xuezheng from changing the school rules and governing the Mochi Academy in the first place is because of his difficulties."

"Tzuyu, think about it. Although the old man is one level older than that female official, if she is too talkative and she finds an opportunity to go to the academy to complain, saying that the old man can't tolerate female Confucian scholars or younger generations to do things, what kind of gossip will be made then? It’s all out, it’s not good for the old man.”

Gu Yiwu clenched his fist and sighed.

"So Mr. Jijiu, don't look at the fishing that has been deaf to the outside world so far. In fact, he has been sitting on the Diaoyutai, silently watching the overall situation of the academy, and we... then take the initiative to go up and be his knife! "

Zhao Rong's frown gradually relaxed, "Brother Yiwu is right."

Gu Yiwu turned to smile innocently, and squeezed his fist again with the hand in front of his abdomen, feeling a little itchy.

He looked left and right, but he didn't see any sticks and sticks on the ground, hard and long things.

I'm missing a handy weapon.

I kind of miss the handy broom that I returned not long ago.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong twitched his mouth.

He finally knew why those strategists and celebrities in his memory liked the fan in his hand.

After strategizing every time, he slapped the door with a profound smile.

Well, brother Yiwu has a unique taste here, because he likes to dance with sticks.

It's the same as tactical backwardness.

After analyzing the situation and general trend of Mochi Academy, Gu Yiwu looked satisfied.

He was good at talking and patted Zhao Rong on the shoulder.

He said earnestly, "Ziyu."

"Brother Yiwu, what's the matter?"

"This time you were targeted by Meng Xuezheng. Although you are really helpless and naturally aggressive, you still have to sum up some experience."

"Is there still a summary of experience?" Zhao Rongqi said, he thought for a while, "Can't you mess with serious women who like to keep a straight face? Like Yu Huaijin?"

Gu Yiwu nodded and shook his head again, with the tone of someone who came here, "In the future, you will meet Meng Xuezheng, a middle-aged girl in her 40s, who looks like she has never been married, and no one wants her. Don't mess with her."

Zhao Rong opened his mouth slightly.

Gu Yiwu patted him on the shoulder with a big hand.

"Well, I know that people on the mountain live a long time. Meng Xuezheng is estimated to be more than forty years old. Heh, she is an old girl anyway. That's what it means, Ziyu should understand."

Zhao Rong closed his mouth.

Turning his head to look at the ink pool, the boat of the old man Jijiu has not returned yet.

Gu Yiwu then smiled and said:

"So, in the future, when you meet this kind of older woman, especially one who is not easy to mess with at first glance, with a serious and boring face, avoid any intersection."

"Ziyu, think about it, this kind of woman is so old, she is still an old girl, and she is at an age with a bad temper. I don't know how much resentment she has. If she thinks about it, tsk tsk, at least she has to shed her skin. She makes things difficult for you all day long and spreads her grievances on you, but the key is that she still feels righteous."

The burly man shook his head, "Hey, let's not talk about it, our school is unlucky, and there happens to be one. Brother Ziyu, you have to pay attention to it in the future, you know?"

He looked at Zhao Rong sympathetically.

"Brother Yiwu." Zhao Rong said, "Your family doesn't have heart disease from generation to generation, right?"

"No." Gu Yiwu replied, his thick eyebrows frowned, "There is no heart disease, ancestors, only people have experienced some strange sorcery by evil cultivators, and died unexpectedly, what's the matter?"

"Why don't you turn around and take a look." Zhao Rong nodded.

"..."

Gu Yiwu's eyelids twitched, but he didn't look back, "Zi, Zi, Ziyu, don't make trouble!"

Zhao Rong didn't answer, but turned his head and looked in the direction of Mochi, looking for the boat returning from a smiling old man, um, still not there.

Gu Yiwu: "..."

He gritted his teeth, turned around, and saw an old-fashioned woman with nasolabial folds on her cheeks, looking at him quietly.

Gu Yiwu murmured: "Learn... Xuezheng sir. You, why are you basking in the sun here?"

Meng Zhengjun, an old girl in her 40s who has not yet married after menopause, has no expression on her face.

Gu Yiwu: "!!!"

Zhao Rong on the side blinked, and he turned his back with his sleeves folded. I couldn't bear to watch the next scene...