i have a sword fairy

Chapter 224 Have I hit her?

In the early morning, before Mao time.

In Nanxuan Academy and Dongli Xiaozhu, the atmosphere fell into a quagmire of silence for a short time.

The north room was pitch black, and the south room, which was originally dark, was suddenly lit by someone. The dim light penetrated through the screen paper, vaguely illuminating the three willful students standing silently in front of the courtyard door.

One woman, two men.

The female student's frail and small body blocked the way of the two slender male students.

At this moment, Zhao Rong's smile remained the same, but he stopped in his footsteps, and at the same time his head did not move, his eyes turned slightly to the right, looking at Yu Huaijin in front of him on the right.

I saw that the behavior of this old-fashioned woman at this moment was very strange.

She was holding a small white porcelain bowl in her left hand, placed across her abdomen, and a three-layer lacquer box in her right hand, and she came out of the shadow in front of the door.

The small white porcelain bowl seems to contain a clear liquid, and there is a dim moon at the bottom of the bowl.

The lacquer box is so dark that the specific color cannot be seen clearly.

For the time being, Zhao Rong didn't look at Yu Huaijin's dazzling white hands like jade, but noticed the moon without a trace of waves at the bottom of the white porcelain bowl.

Turning his vigilant peripheral vision, he found that it was indeed just the Nine Heavens Cold Palace slowly setting in the night, reflected in the bowl, not any other weird things
It's just that you came to the men's school in the middle of the night with this appearance, what are you doing?

The seniors in the school make supper for the students to keep them warm?
Zhao Rong squinted and couldn't help but look at Yu Huaijin's expression.

The faint light from the paper window in the south room just illuminated her expressionless face, which was still the same as in the daytime, and she didn't look at him at this time, but stared ahead.

It was the same with her just now, without turning her head, she yelled at him who wanted to slip away.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Rong straightened his eyes, continued to lift his feet, and walked forward with his smile unchanged.

One step, two steps, three steps.

The woman behind him remained motionless.

He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and then he suddenly realized that he strode forward, as if he didn't hear Yu Huaijin's words just now.

creak————

Zhao Rong came to the door and pushed open the courtyard door.

Yu Huaijin still didn't move.

Zhao Rong left.

In the courtyard of Dongli Xiaozhu.

Fan Yushu's gloating expression had already subsided under Yu Huaijin's direct gaze. At this moment, he was just like a dying eggplant, with his shoulders slumped and his eyelids shrugged.

He raised his eyes slightly and saw Zhao Rong's closed courtyard door, the corner of his mouth curled slightly.

At this moment, Yu Huaijin finally moved.

She didn't turn around to chase someone, but walked forward slowly with a bowl in one hand and a suitcase in the other.

Yu Huaijin came to the door of the north house where Zhao Rong lived, and put the bowl of clear water in her hand that she scooped up from the ink pond on the way when she came, and gently placed it on the steps in front of the house in the north of the most respected courtyard.

Immediately turned around, opened the three-layer lacquer box, took out the white porcelain bowl containing other liquids, and continued to take a stroll in the yard.

Yu Huaijin placed a bowl of sweet liquor and a bowl of white turbid fermented wine in the courtyard near the gate.

Then he put the clearer light red wine in the center of the courtyard where he will salute later.

Finally, she placed the clearest clear wine on the east side of the yard, in front of the fence that Zhao Rong had just planted not long ago.

A rough Confucian sacrificial ceremony, ready.

Yu Huaijin walked to the center of the yard and stood in front of the white porcelain bowl filled with light red wine. She glanced expressionlessly at Fan Yushu who was expressionless. After receiving the look, the latter hurriedly cut rice nod.

The old-fashioned woman turned her head and reached out to take out a small ordinary-looking guqin from her wide sleeve.

With a slight toss, Guqin returned to its normal size and floated in the air in front of her.

Yu Huaijin faced the north and whispered a certain word.

"At the beginning of Sui ancient times, burnt millet and dolphin, drinking in dirty bottles, and earthen drums can still pay tribute to ghosts and gods"

At a certain moment, she followed the ancient system with a strict eye, and saluted.

Fan Yushu, who was already prepared by the side, quickly followed Yu Huaijin to salute.

The door of the South House not far behind the two had already been opened at some time, and Jia Tengying, who was standing outside the threshold, also bent down to salute.

Because, the person facing the north is the most holy teacher in the Zhongzhou Confucian Temple.

After the ceremony, the courtyard was still quiet and there was no change.

Yu Huaijin stood up, stretched out an index finger, and hooked a string of the guqin.

With a flick.

Zheng———!
In the white porcelain bowl in front of her, in the middle of the calm water, something seemed to have fallen into it, causing sudden waves.

A light red water ripple is circular, spreading from the center to all directions.

Inside the bowl, all the circular ripples reach the wall of the bowl at the same time, and in the next moment, ignore the wall and come out through the bowl.

This circular ripple continued to spread, getting bigger and bigger.

The corners of school uniforms, vegetables, fences, stone steps, courtyard walls
All the objects that come into contact during the diffusion process are like illusions, and are ignored by the circular ripples, or it is a virtual object.

The circular ripples did not stagnate at all, and left the hospital at an extremely fast speed.

Yu Huaijin lowered her eyes, looking at the surface of the water in the bowl where a wave had bloomed, as if she was sizing up something. Her index finger that hooked the piano just now did not retract, and her fingertip was still lightly touching the strings.

The crystal fingertips and the dragon tendon strings are completely motionless.

The old-fashioned woman waited quietly.

The courtyard was quiet and silent. Not long ago, the chirping of night insects had been repeated one after another, but I don't know when it started, but there was no sound at all.

Seeing this scene, Fan Yushu didn't show any surprise or doubt, but sighed, looked up at the sky, stared at the night sky where the stars and moon were dimmed with dull eyes, and looked hopeless.

He sighed again, hating himself for taking a chance to find brother Ziyu so early, and now he was going to start studying before dawn, and he was still in this soiled vegetable garden.

Jia Tengying in front of the south house looked at Yu Huaijin's thin figure standing quietly by the piano, thought for a while, walked to the vegetable garden, squatted down, and started tidying the vegetable field with his head down.

At this moment.

Zheng————

The strings struck a second time.

Yu Huaijin in the middle of the courtyard looked away from the white porcelain bowl, and at the same time, also withdrew the white index finger that was sticking out.

She folded her hands into her sleeves, turned her head to look at Fan Yushu who was acting flirtatiously, and spoke softly.

"Today, make up your homework before going to Taiqing Mansion. If you finish it early, you can go back to rest earlier."

Fan Yushu quickly put away his mournful expression looking at the sky obliquely, and stared at Yu Huaijin, he directly ignored the previous sentence "If it's finished early", he looked at her expectantly, "What if it can't be finished? How to do?"

Yu Huaijin thought for a while, nodded and said seriously: "Then at this time tomorrow."

Fan Yushu: "..."

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Zhao Rong closed the courtyard door and strode away.

He looked up at the sky, and there was a row of dark mountain barbarians in the distance. Where they intersected with the night, a ray of sky light was about to burst out of its shell.

The corners of Zhao Rong's mouth were slightly raised, thinking about the two women for a while, and thinking about the contact information with Lu Wan, the driver of Chen Ji's carriage, in the lake of mind for a while, he walked out of Nanxuan Academy with a lot of thoughts.

Just as Zhao Rong went to Jiquan Pavilion and was about to pass by, a cool breeze suddenly came from behind him.

Slightly cold.

Zhao Rong tightened his Confucian shirt, and suddenly felt something brushing against his ankle.

Above his head, the night before dawn seemed even darker.

Zhao Rong frowned slightly, and looked down. His trousers were slightly wet with the morning dew. He looked around, then shook his head, and continued on his way...

About a quarter of an hour later, Zhao Rong came to Jiquan Pavilion for the fourth time.

With a heavy expression on his face, he turned his head and stared at the pavilion next to him.

At this time, the sky is already bright, the early sun is gradually rising, and the dew on the leaves is crumbling.

However, there was no sound of insects and birds singing around.

The morning in front of Zhao Rong was as dead as a quiet room.

At first he thought it was the tranquility of all things before dawn, but gradually, he no longer thought so.

During this quarter of an hour, Zhao Rong has been walking straight forward, but he has been walking back to Jiquan Pavilion like a ghost hitting a wall.

"You have entered the battle." Gui's voice sounded in Xinhu.

Zhao Rong frowned, "What formation, who set it up?"

Gui lazily said:
"What are you worried about? In Lin Lu Academy, what is there to be afraid of... What kind of formation, I can't see it in my current state, but it is here, so it is probably the formation arranged by your Confucian rituals and music. Now, as for who posted it, do you think you have offended anyone recently?"

Zhao Rong folded his hands, frowned for a while, his brows opened, and the scarlet maple leaf he was twisting in his sleeves was put away again.

Zhao Rong turned around and returned to Nanxuan Academy.

Not long after, Zhao Rong pushed open the gate of Dongli Xiaozhu's courtyard expressionlessly.

He swept his eyes away, ignored the three people in the courtyard, looked around the courtyard, and suddenly found the small white porcelain bowls placed in the southeast, northwest, etc., and the guqin in the center.

"It's a small priest among the Confucian Five Rites and Auspicious Rituals. The arrangement is simple, but very delicate. It's okay to trap you who don't have spiritual energy." Gui glanced at the brow chakra and said.

Afterwards, it seemed to have gained insight into Zhao Rong's thoughts, and it continued to speak: "On the surface, the formation eye looks like the white porcelain bowl in the middle of the courtyard, but this is just a blind eye, and it may be a dead end... The dark eye is floating. The empty Guqin, Confucian sacrifices, pay attention to the mutual integration of ritual and music, and use Confucian etiquette to form an array, the same is true."

Zhao Rong turned his head to look while listening to Gui's words.

Jia Tengying is holding a vegetable basket, bowing his head in front of the well in the northeast corner, fetching water to wash vegetables.

Fan Yushu was sitting at an open-air stone table in the courtyard, buried in a pile of books, just looking at it, his shoulders slumped from time to time, biting the pen holder, lying on the stone table, like a salted fish, just laying down. In a second, he straightened his upper body like a corpse, and continued to write vigorously, because a ruler was already shaking by his side.

Yu Huaijin stood in front of the stone table, holding a ruler, and looked down at Fan Yushu.

At this moment, she raised her head slightly and cast her gaze.

In the air, the eyes of the two collided.

The ruler in Yu Huaijin's hand stopped, her eyes were calm.

Zhao Rong frowned, and the corners of his mouth crooked.

At the same time, in the lake of his heart.

"A very serious question, Gui, can I beat her?"

Jian Ling thought for a while, and said sincerely, "I suggest you try it here."

Zhao Rong nodded secretly.

Immediately turned around and ran.

just.

After a stick of incense, in front of the stone table in the courtyard.

Under the ruler, there is one more person.

　New buddies. . .

　　Xiao Rong has a disabled hand and writes very slowly, but he is gradually speeding up. Before that, he used to write 2.3k words per chapter a day. Heck, now he has speeded up to about 4k. Let's see if he can break through to 6k.

　　Brothers who can't wait, you can raise the book. . .

　　Haha, the author seems to be desperate to persuade book friends to keep books. After all, many book friends who keep books either forget to read it again, or don’t want to read it, and very few can look back.

　　But this is better than the brothers can't wait, scolding Xiaorong...

　　Alas, Jianniang's follow-up data has been very poor, thanks to those brothers who have been following books! ! ! (I say that, you will definitely be moved and won't leave, right?)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)