i have a sword fairy

Chapter 248 The Girl Xueyou Dreams of Listening to Qin Jinge and Falling into Dreams ([-] words, two in one chapter)

In the open space where the students of the willful class attend classes, behind them is a splendid red maple forest, and in front of them is the endless Lidu, filled with misty river mist.

Zhao Rong was sitting behind the table in the right corner of the open space. The reason why he chose this place was nothing but familiarity.

According to his experience of occupying seats in the classroom countless times in his previous life, this place is close to the woods on the right, which is a natural barrier, and no one will come, such as Mr. Si who comes down to inspect on a whim.

On the table on the left side in front of the seat, a tall male student was sitting, and Fan Yushu was sandwiching him on the right side. He was in a blind spot where Mr. Si couldn't see in front of him.

This is very safe, both psychologically and physically.

However, before Zhao Rong nodded his head, he suddenly realized a problem.

Mr. Si is a blind man, and he is still a mortal. Let alone whether he will come down and walk in the middle of the class, after all, sitting for a long time will cause back pain and back pain, which is not good for the legs, so you have to come down and move around, right?Even if Mr. Si came down to move his legs and feet, how could he see what Zhao Rong was doing...

Zhao Rong rubbed his face, so it is safe to sit anywhere in Mr. Si's piano class?
Hey, this is damn skilled.

However, he looked left and right again, and felt that this seat with a strong desire to survive and a must for fishing in class was not in vain, because there was also Yu Huaijin who took care of everything, although it seemed that he was currently in a closed position. She listened to Tao, but the ruler was still in her hand, not more than one foot away.

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched.

It's a little strange why I happened to meet such an excellent old senior.

Yu Huaijin is not only the No. [-] in seven arts among the students in the willful class, but also the teaching assistant of several art classes. Not only can she assist in teaching, sometimes if the husband is busy, she will teach instead of the teacher. Not limited to whimsy...

Mr. Si's class is the same as before, first listening to the waves in silence, and then playing the piano with feeling, and the sound of the piano is harmonious.

However, if it is the previous "listen to the waves silently", Zhao Rong thinks there is nothing difficult, pricking up his ears, his expression is like relief after changing clothes, pretending to be in a state of epiphany when he is intoxicated and heard the beautiful sound of heaven and earth.

But the feeling behind played the piano and the sound of the piano harmonized... At this time, Zhao Rong felt that it was outrageous.

His hand playing the piano was lifted and released, released and lifted, a little hesitant.

Zhao Rong looked up at the field, and saw Mr. Si at the front, facing the crowd, his fair fingers, which were slenderer than women's, were dancing lightly on the Guqin that seemed to have been broken once.

From time to time, he would play a short piece of piano music with ups and downs and slow downs, and then he would stop suddenly, raise his head and look at the students, without saying a word.

After the students were quiet for a while, someone would suddenly play the piano and pick it up, as if they had felt it, and the piano sounded harmoniously.

This picture has a sense of bosom friend of high mountains and flowing water.

But Zhao Rong, who was in it, felt very speechless. He looked at Yu Huaijin in the front row, and saw that she was the first to pick up Mr. Si's piano sound almost every time, very excellent and positive.

Zhao Rong blinked, looked down at the guqin on his lap, and then looked up at the students who looked serious on the front, back, left, and right sides.

Are we in the same class here?

What did you realize, sir, you just don’t talk the whole time in class... It feels like you can’t get in at all, outsider?

He shook his head, but finally put down his hesitant hand and didn't touch the strings, because Zhao Rong was afraid that when he played the piano, he would become the focus of attention like the excellent Yu Huaijin, but the reason was the opposite.

The river wind on the bank is a bit strong, especially in the morning, and with the autumn cold, the river wind blows head-on like a knife.

Zhao Rong covered his mouth and coughed a few times, but tried his best to suppress the sound with his hands, so as not to disturb the students who were immersed in the sound of Mr. Si's piano, um, and he was listening in his dream with his eyes closed. Zhao Rong gave him Fan Yushu who was following the wind.

Zhao Rong tilted his head, glanced down, and glanced at the sleeping Zhengxiang, no, it was a friend who was fascinated by listening.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the seat on Fan Yushu's left, where a student with a delicate figure in a blue skirt seemed to be looking slightly sideways.

Zhao Rong turned his head to look and raised his eyebrows.

It was discovered that it was a female student named Li Xueyou who had been belatedly here with Xiao Hongyu before.

I saw her wearing a loose high ponytail, her black hair and white scarf fluttering in the river wind. At this time, she was opening her mouth slightly, looking sideways slightly, her gaze stopped and she could close her eyes even when she was sitting. On the sleeping Fan Yushu, the delicate eyes blinked, as if they were curious.

Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing, Brother Yushu's appearance of sitting upright and dozing off with his eyes closed really made people confused whether he was in class or fishing. If his body wasn't swaying slightly back and forth in the wind, Zhao Rong would also be caught by Fan. Yushu confused the past.

As expected of you, Brother Yushu.

At this moment, as if she had sensed Zhao Rong's gaze, Li Xueyou turned her head quickly, like a lark, but in the next second, after seeing the corner of Zhao Rong's raised mouth, in an instant, she turned into A little rabbit turned its head back, leaned forward violently, and played the piano with its head down. The side face facing Zhao Rong was full of seriousness and concentration.

Nothing happened, you... saw nothing.

Zhao Rong smiled dumbly and looked away.

On weekdays, he rarely saw this Li Xueyou talking, and the two of them had little interaction. In Zhao Rong's impression, this girl was gentle and quiet, and she often followed Xiao Hongyu, who had a big mouth and a big smile. How to attract attention, like a little transparent.

But after all, they are the only two female students in the candid hall... Well, the only third, that Yu Huaijin and Zhao Rong didn't regard her as a girl at all.

Because she is one of the only three female students with a delicate and elegant face, she can be regarded as a candid beauty. I heard from Fan Yushu that her performance in the seven arts is also among the top few, and the students at the door treated her differently. Consolation, Zhao Rong can guess with his feet that this girl should be quite popular among the male students in the candid hall, and there are many people who secretly pay attention.

Not knowing what to think of, he shook his head.

Another gust of river wind blows.

Zhao Rong tightened his autumn clothes.

He frowned slightly, without looking, Zhao Rong knew that his complexion must be bad at this time, and he temporarily lost the little red snake running through his meridians to maintain his physique. Apart from his toughness, his current body was at most stronger than ordinary people. He still bears the dark wound left by the backlash of his innate vitality last night, and is very weak.

Zhao Rong took a deep breath, rubbed his eyes, opened his eyelids with difficulty, and looked at Mr. Si, who was playing the piano peacefully in the wind of the Red Maple River. , I also went to listen to the piano in my dream.

The last remnant of Zhao Rong's consciousness in this class is...

Mr. Si's class is indeed a good place to catch up on sleep in the morning, but... it's just a bit windy.

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Li Xueyou opened her eyes wide, staring at Qin lying flat on her knees, her small face tensed, and her eyes were full of concentration.

After responding to Mr. Wansi's piano sound again, she quietly glanced to the right, opened her eyes slightly, and found that the person who had been staring at her just now seemed to be asleep too.

Li Xueyou first looked at Mr. Si who was playing the piano with his head bowed and concentrating on teaching, then she turned her head to look again.

Zhao Rong closed his eyes, tilted his head, supported his head with one hand, and lightly tapped the strings with the other. In the autumn wind, his face was as pale as frost, his breathing was a little short, his body swayed from time to time, and he was more than sitting. Fan Yushu, who was straight, was still wide, as if he was about to fall down at any moment.

Li Xueyou frowned slightly, and stretched out her hand to grab her own swaying ponytail, gathered it up and combed it on her left shoulder, to make it calmer, and immediately, she looked at Fan Yushu and Zhao Rong who were in the wind of the river. , bit his lip and remained silent.

Not long after, Li Xueyou's silver teeth let go of her lower lip, she lowered her head and fished out from her sleeve, took out a delicate purse, and opened it.

I saw that there were a lot of pocket things in the small purse, but I couldn't see what it was, probably only Li Xueyou, who lowered her head and squinted, stretched out a thin little finger to pick it lightly inside. Know.

She searched for a while, and pinched out two small pieces of cloth.

As soon as the two small pieces of cloth left the mouth of the purse, they suddenly expanded in size and became two velvet blankets, neatly folded.

Li Xueyou lowered her head and carefully put away her purse.

She doesn't have any aura cultivation, not even reaching the heavenly realm. This rare medusa that can be used by mortals was given to her by a close relative after searching for a long time.

At this moment, Li Xueyou felt someone tug at the corner of her clothes.

"Young Snow."

Behind him, Xiao Hongyu's throaty voice came.

Li Xueyou was taken aback for a moment, then looked back, and not only saw Xiao Hongyu winking at her from the seat next to her, but also saw... the eyes of the audience.

I saw that the sound of the piano had stopped at some point, and Li Xueyou had just gone to fetch something, so she didn't pay attention.

At this time, Mr. Si, who was originally teaching at the front, was walking towards her. However, the direction in which he turned his head, and the eyes of the audience over her shoulder seemed to converge on... Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu there.

Xiao Hongyu patted Li Xueyou's hand, gave her a look of reassurance that you were okay, then curled up her mouth, and cast her gaze behind Li Xueyou.

Zhao Rong was dozing off with his head propped up, while Fan Yushu was still "listening to the class with his eyes closed", immersed in the unwarranted sound of the piano.

At this time, there was only the sound of howling wind and leaves on the open space beside the river, other than that, there was silence.

Si Wuxie walked towards them with light steps.

When Si Wuxie suddenly got up and walked down, Yu Huaijin left her seat. At this moment, she followed behind Si Wuxie with her hands raised, her lips pursed, and she looked at the thin back of the blind man in front of her from time to time, and then looked at him again. Look at Zhao Rong who are dozing off together.

All eyes were on Zhao Rong.

The students were very surprised when Si Wuxie got up and came to the banquet, because in my impression, this gentleman rarely stepped down to manage the classroom during class.

And this time...

Their eyes fell on Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu, their eyes were different, most of them were watching the excitement.

Wu Peiliang snorted softly, looked at Zhao Rong who was still dreaming in the distance, especially unconsciously, with anticipation in his eyes.

Mr. Si has a very good temper, which is recognized by the entire Mochi Academy, but according to his experience, the better the temper, the more serious it is when he gets angry.

And this Zhao Ziyu, who came to the hall with Fan Yushu and pulled the tail of the crane, heh, it’s okay for the two of them to fall asleep in Mr. Si’s class, but he was discovered by him. Well, maybe it’s because he made an indecent noise while sleeping .

You know, Mr. Si is a blind musician who has lost his eyesight. He has a keen sense of hearing and is very good at distinguishing notes. You must have made extremely vulgar snoring sounds, tarnishing the elegant and refined piano sound. Is really angry.

Maybe I will tell you two to stop coming to class and go back to the dormitory to sleep...

The corner of Wu Peiliang's mouth twitched, and then he sighed again and shook his head, but his eyes were still focused on Mr. Si who was about to walk to the sleepy two's table in the distance without blinking.

Seeing that Mr. Si was about to come, Li Xueyou turned her head to look at Zhao Rong and the two of them. She pursed her lips, and stuck her feet out under the table where everyone could not see.

Xiao Hongyu glanced down and saw that his friend was full of love, so he didn't say anything.

Li Xueyou was the closest to Fan Yushu and kicked his calf.

Fan Yushu moved his feet, smacked his lips, and kept his eyes closed, which seemed to have no effect, but in the next second, he opened his eyes violently with a strong desire to survive, and immediately saw the silence on the field at the moment.

In an instant, Fan Yushu's expression changed, pretending to be nonchalant, with a serious expression, frowning tightly, staring straight at Guqin, with a serious look.

Soon, Fan Yushu glanced at the expressionless Mr. Si...passed by his desk without a pause, and Yu Huaijin was with him, but the latter frowned at him.

Fan Yushu didn't care, and heaved a sigh of relief, but before the breath was over, he was startled suddenly, didn't he catch me?
Fan Yushu turned his head suddenly.

Si Wuxie kept walking along the way, and ignored Fan Yushu, who was pretending to be serious. He came to Zhao Rong's desk with a calm expression, and then stopped slowly.

Si Wuxie's eyes were still empty and lifeless, but she lowered her head slightly, facing Zhao Rong, as if she was staring at him, with no expression of joy or anger, and said nothing.

The atmosphere in the classroom became more peaceful because of the blind man's silence.

Yu Huaijin who followed carefully looked at Zhao Rong's complexion who was still asleep. She narrowed her eyes slightly, and said suddenly, "Sir, brother Zhao, he has never slept in the past. Today may be laborious last night..."

"I heard it." Si Wuxie finally spoke, interrupting Yu Huaijin's explanation, but the words were a little inexplicable.

He turned his head slightly and tilted his ears, as if he was listening to something, but in the open space at this time, apart from the whistling wind and leaves, there was only the slight breathing of the students.

The crowd did not hear any other sounds.

Si Wuxie remained expressionless and stood still for a moment, as if listening to something.

Suddenly, he turned around, walked up to Li Xueyou, took a velvet blanket from her hand, walked back to Zhao Rong's side, reached out with both hands, covered Zhao Rong's body with the blanket, and helped him hold the blanket. Pull to prevent falling.

Then Si Wuxie didn't stay any longer, turned around and returned to the lecture platform, and Yu Huaijin followed behind.

Zhao Rong lowered his head slightly, resting his fist on his forehead with one hand, still sleeping soundly, but...was warmer.

The whole place was silent.

Many students who were about to watch the excitement looked at each other in blank dismay.

Then he shook his head and looked back, and continued with the class.

Wu Peiliang's eyes widened, he looked at Zhao Rong who had pulled the blanket and turned to sleep more comfortably on his stomach, and then turned his head to look at Mr. Si's back.

He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and bowed his head, continuing to play the piano.

How can Mr. Si have a good temper?No temper at all!

Soon, the early morning piano class continued, and the episode just now seemed to have passed.

Mr. Si's piano continued to sound, and all the students echoed the chords.

It's just that in the ears of some students who are naturally sensitive to sound discrimination, Mr. Si's piano sound seems to be a little different, either high or low, and if you want to say how different it is from before, it's hard to say. It's hard to say why.

In the front row of the open space, Yu Huaijin raised her eyelids slightly as she listened to Si Wuxie's piano.

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Zhao Rong had a dream.

A strange dream, at first it was the sound of a piano coming from nowhere in the darkness.

Immediately, amidst the sound of the zither, the darkness dissipated, and he saw Jin Ge, the iron horse.

This is a world of great controversy, hundreds of dynasties stand on this land.

He looked down from the sky, and his weapons stood like a sea.

Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
The drums of war beat slowly.

The sound of horseshoes suddenly sounded.

A chaotic war among a hundred nations exploded on the ground like thunder.

Dead bodies covered the fields, blood flowed like rivers...

And the strange piano sound at the beginning was inaudible at the beginning, then deep and melodious later, and then generous and high-spirited at the end.

Zhao Rong's eyes widened!

The bent waist suddenly straightened up.

The blanket slipped from his shoulders, and Zhao Rong reached out to catch it.

He was short of breath, calmed down, looked around, and found that he was in the open space by the river, and the memories before going to bed gradually flooded in like a tide.

"Ziyu, are you okay?" Fan Yushu looked at Zhao Rong's face and asked with concern.

Zhao Rong shook his head, he suddenly reached out to touch his face, and felt his cheeks were extremely hot.

"Your face is blushing a lot now. When I saw you just this morning, it was as white as a ghost." Fan Yushu said casually, and then continued to do his own thing, packing up the guqin.

Zhao Rong breathed slowly, feeling a little strange in his body, but he was still a little dazed for a moment, he said casually, "What time is it now? How long have I been asleep?"

Fan Yushu glanced at him, "The music class ended not long ago, Mr. Si just left, oh, yes, just now Yu Huaijin said, let's stay here, don't bother to change places, Zhu Sir will come directly to class here."

Zhao Rong frowned, glanced at the blanket in his hand, and opened his mouth, but the next moment, he paused.

Finally feel that there is a difference.

Zhao Rong opened his eyes and looked inside the meridians, only to see that the innate vitality that had dissipated before was circulating endlessly in the meridians at this moment, rotating the small Zhoutian by itself.

He changed his mind and started to run the "Ants Ascend to Heaven Jue". His innate vitality was sudden, and the red snake reappeared in the meridians in his body like streams and rivers. It's just that it's no longer violent, but it's back to normal.

Now, of the eight extraordinary meridians in his body, four of the extraordinary meridians have penetrated through. Among the remaining four meridians, the belt channel is still blocked due to the backlash of spiritual energy, but it is not as serious as before.

Zhao Rong was surprised to find that his condition and physique had returned to the original state.

He frowned slightly, was it the dream that was mixed with the weird piano sound just now?
Fan Yushu put away the Guqin, took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone and placed them on the table. Then he turned his head and saw his friend beside him holding the blanket and frowning in a daze. He pouted to the side, "Here, it's Brother Xue's blanket."

Zhao Rong came back to his senses, exhaled heavily, nodded, first lowered his head and patted the ashes on the blanket, then folded it neatly, then got up, and walked to Li Xueyou's side.

"Thank you, Brother Li, I accidentally fell asleep in class next time, and made a fool of myself."

"Yeah." Li Xueyou was also spreading rice paper on the table and placing the inkstone. She lowered her head and didn't look at Zhao Rong for the first time. She reached out to take the blanket from Zhao Rong, and nodded quickly when she heard him thank you. He agreed, but quickly shook his head, "Not ugly, not ugly, sleep when you are sleepy, it's normal..."

Li Xueyou paused, looked up at Zhao Rong, and said with a serious tone, "However, brother Zhao should pay attention to scheduling next time, and don't fall asleep in Mr. Si's class again."

Zhao Rong smiled and nodded, "Naturally."

Seeing his sincere smile, Li Xueyou turned her eyes away and continued to do what she was doing.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong didn't leave immediately, but glanced at Li Xueyou's put away blanket again, hesitating to speak.

At this moment, Li Xueyou spoke without turning her head, and said in a soft voice, "This is covered by Mr. Si for you."

Zhao Rong was startled, his brows loosened suddenly, and he turned to look.

On the maple forest path behind the clearing, Mr. Si's back with the piano on his back is indistinct, faintly visible, and gradually disappears.

Zhao Rong looked at it for a while, thoughtful.

"Hello, is your name Zhao Ziyu?"

A carefree voice came from behind.

Zhao Rong regained his senses, raised his eyebrows, and said while turning his head, "Yes, brother Xiao, I'm Zhao Rong, named Ziyu."

Xiao Hongyu was flipping through a copybook. On the desk in front of her was a pile of dozens of copies. They were all authentic copybooks written by the top calligraphers of Xiao Hongyu's hometown dynasty. It was her father who saw her at home. After mentioning it in the book, people were sent all the way to the mountain not long ago.

Xiao Hongyu looked down at the copybook, and said casually without raising her head: "Xiao Xueyou sent you a blanket to avoid the cold, so you can just say thank you."

Zhao Rong understood what she meant, and turned to look at Li Xueyou who was seriously setting up the pen holder and preparing to write.

Li Xueyou quickly waved his hands, "No need, no need, Red Fish is joking, Zhao Rong must not take it seriously."

Xiao Hongyu lowered her head and turned the pages without explaining.

Zhao Rong thought for a while, and said sincerely to Li Xueyou: "Brother Li, I have also learned a little calligraphy before, why don't you let me show my shame? You write some words, and I will show you. If you don't agree with what I say You don’t have to listen to my humble opinion, it doesn’t matter, just take the essence and discard the dross.”

While listening to Zhao Rong's words, Xiao Hongyu flipped through the so-called rare and rare copybook in his hand, curled his lips, not knowing whether it was because of the copybook or the person.

She casually threw the priceless copybook in her hand on the table, and it just landed on the pile of books. She raised her head, and was about to nod when Li Xueyou pulled her away.

"Red Fish, don't make trouble."

Seeing this, Xiao Hongyu shrugged, "All right, as long as you are happy."

She cupped her fists at Zhao Rong, but didn't bend down, "Brother Zhao, it's the little girl who is taking the liberty."

Zhao Rong didn't care, and didn't say anything else when he saw this, he bent down and saluted, "Brother Xiao, that's too polite."

Seeing the scene where the two seemed to reconcile, Li Xueyou smiled at Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong clasped his fists at her instead, smiling brightly.

After that, he didn't stay any longer, and turned to look for Yu Huaijin.

　6k2 words, no chapters. (I'm not short~)

　　
　
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