i have a sword fairy

Chapter 264 Mr. Zhao?
In the flowerbed sprinkled by the morning sun.

Zhu Yourong looked at the disciple who was still silent on the opposite side, lightly lifted the hand that put down the teacup, but put it down again, she couldn't help but want to rub Yu Huaijin's head with the man's hair tied at the temples, but she knew that the disciple would definitely angry.

Zhu Yourong was slightly dazed, then turned around and smiled dumbly.

She remembered that when she was brought to that unknown place by those people for the first time, when she saw "Xiaoyu Xuanji" for the first time, she felt very kind.

Kindness with origin.

At a young age, with a short stature, wearing those elaborate and complicated costumes with cumbersome accessories, he can't even see most of his face, almost covering his eyes, but his waist is straight, Revealing that seriousness was written in his pupils, he stared at Zhu Yourong's eyes seriously, and saluted her sternly.

The first time Zhu Yourong saw her, she decided to take her out, even though Zhu Yourong had no right to choose in this matter, but was chosen.

But that's what she thinks, it's not pity and sympathy for this little girl who doesn't say a word and obeys the ancient etiquette to the point of being boring, but kindness and liking, and wants to take her out to see the outside world, but Not all the time in a place where the dust of history accumulated on just one roof tile is heavy and breathless.

When the adults left for the two of them to be alone for a while, Zhu Yourong still remembered that this person was clearly not the first heir of the unknowable land, but was regarded by everyone there as the apple of the eye, even more important than the first heir. Like an 'outsider' old-fashioned little girl, she had been silent before, but after the adults all retreated, when everything was silent, she suddenly spoke out, and Zhu Yourong thought it should be her voice, because there could be no one around. two people.

Xiaoyu Xuanji's voice has some crisp voices unique to little girls, but it is also a little hoarse and empty, mixed with some muffled feeling of gauze covering the lips and teeth when speaking, it is very contradictory and complicated, it is completely different from now, the reason why I remember so much, It is because the memory of the first meeting is still fresh.

"Can a sir be a sir?" she asked.

At that time, Zhu Yourong remembered that when she heard this somewhat ear-wrenching sentence, she pursed her lips and nodded with a smile. She couldn't help it, and suddenly reached out to rub Xiaoyu Xuanji's temples.

It is estimated that such a rebellious approach also shocked this old-fashioned little girl. I remember that she blushed at the time, she first nana a few times, and then said solemnly, "Sir, please respect yourself."

Righteous words.

Zhu You couldn't help laughing.

Then there was the silent silence after the tea cooled down, and then the adults came back.

Afterwards, she became Xiaoyu Xuanji's teacher, a teacher who preached and taught.

Behind the two, Confucian Temple and those people are very satisfied with the incense.

Unsurprisingly, Zhu Yourong got a more powerful and brighter future. If she hadn't chosen a narrow path to destroy her future, and even so, Yu Xuanji hadn't left, and Zhu Yourong was still not listed in the list of first-class Confucian scholars by the Confucian Temple delisted.

It's just that Zhu Yourong didn't care about these things, but happily finally took her outside as she wished, and saw Xuanhuang Jiuzhou, whose name they all thought was a bit rustic, along the way.

They walked the road that Gu Kunpeng walked.

Warriors and Ice Fields in North Kunpengzhou.

The sword energy and monster energy of Kundu, West Fuyao Continent.

The sons and offices of Tu Nanzhou.

The female cultivator of Yunmengzhou and Daze.

The swordsman and chivalry of South Xiaoyaozhou.

Finally, they arrived at this little Wangque Island.

If you want to talk about the characteristics of the most remote one of the three small continents, follow the practice of their masters and apprentices, one sentence per person.

Xuanji said that Lidu has sword energy.

In Zhu Yourong's eyes, it was a very slow life.

So, because of certain things and certain people, the two finally stopped and stayed here, and now they are sitting in this secluded corner of the world, outside the city of monks, Lan Lan in a secluded courtyard in a Confucian academy. in the flowerbed.

Zhu Yourong picked up the teacup, shook it slightly, sipped it lightly, lowered her eyes, and finally did not reach out to rub the disciple's head.

Except for some intimate actions that cannot be done often, in fact, she doesn't think there is anything wrong with a disciple who is more rigid and serious.

Zhu Yourong has never thought of changing Yu Xuanji, she has been like this since the first time she was respectfully and seriously called Mr. To teach Yu Xuanji any principles of life and womanhood, don't make her lively, humorous, laughable, or even rebellious.

None of these.

Even if Zhu Yourong knew that this disciple listened to the elders and master the most, even it might be wrong.

Don't talk nonsense to teach some great principles, maybe this is also the reason why the "adults" in the disciple's family tacitly allowed Yu Xuanji to follow her.

It's just that Zhu Yourong's original intention was not because of this reason.

The Confucian shirt woman knew that Yu Xuanji had been watching her silently.

Seeing her with her hair wrapped around her chest, Confucianism is superior to thousands of men of the same generation in Confucianism, and she dares to ask a certain young gentleman to bow her head; watching her when she is in the limelight, she does not know the heights of the sky, changes her course, and hits the south wall, rebellious Even being unfilial, she fell to the bottom of the valley; watching her obsessed with writing, but her head was broken and bloody, she had nothing to give up, but she was at ease, and went all the way south to live in the ends of the world, writing, teaching, and growing flowers.

Zhu Yourong knew that there were many things in this disciple's mind that he hadn't asked, and only occasionally would he pop up a sentence, like asking her if she was tired not long ago.

She answered with a smile.

Zhu Yourong felt that this was enough.

Old-fashioned, stubborn, polite, boring, and occasionally some strange but interesting words come out, who said that her little mystery is not the number one strange woman in the world?
Beside the flower garden table, Zhu Yourong smiled sweetly, put down the teacup, stretched out his hand...to rub it.

Yu Huaijin's body froze, and she bowed her head slightly under the claws of a certain 'Teacher's Love Like a Mountain'.

She lowered her gaze, stared at the table, and said in a serious tone, "Sir, please respect yourself."

Zhu Yourong smiled happily, and withdrew her hand from rubbing her head.

A strand of blue silk slipped down to the right cheek of the rigid woman.

Yu Huaijin pursed her lips, raised her hand with a stern face, and pulled the blue hair behind her right ear.

Zhu Yourong narrowed her eyes and nodded with a smile.

Yu Huaijin looked up.

Zhu Yourong quickly put away her expression, and the corners of her mouth returned to the original state. She looked away, looked around, and suddenly seemed to have discovered something. She pointed at Yu Huaijin's cucumber and Moxin Zhuguo, which were placed together on the table, curiously. road:
"What is this?"

Yu Huaijin followed her gaze...

Zhao Rong wandered around in Yilanxuan for a while, not because he didn't know the way to the flower garden, but because he had been following Yu Huaijin before, seeing her hurried footsteps, he was probably still angry, after thinking about it, he didn't Follow right away.

So I looked around at the flowers and plants, and found that there were unexpectedly many varieties of orchids here, and there were quite a few orchids. He, who has traveled all over the continent on foot and thought he had a lot of knowledge, couldn't name them.

Zhao Rong admired the orchids curiously for a while, then looked at the sun, reckoning that some boring guy should have chewed enough even if he chewed his tongue, so he carried a remaining cucumber and walked towards the flower garden... …

Not long after, in the flower garden.

"Here." Zhao Rong held the cucumber with both hands, and placed it solemnly on the table, "A little heart, brother Yourong, please accept it, don't shirk it."

After Yu Luo, he sat on an empty seat in front of the table familiarly, pinched a small teacup with two fingers, and looked at Zhu Yourong with the corners of his mouth upturned...and the teapot in her hand with bright eyes.

Ignoring Yu Huaijin's expressionless gaze from the seat next to him.

Zhu Yourong smiled and nodded, and left a cup of orchid tea for Zhao Rong, "Ziyu is polite."

According to the previous agreement between the two, they can be called peers in private, which is also in line with Zhu Yourong's desire to conveniently ask Zhao Rong for calligraphy.

It's just that a certain old-fashioned woman stared at the two of them, and reminded them all the time that it's okay to address them, but it's not okay to exceed the rules.

However, both Zhao Rong and Zhu Yourong have a tacit understanding.

Zhao Rong looked down at the cup of orchid tea in his hand, thinking about another cup of orchid tea that was not finished by someone.

He stared at the tea noodles, and suddenly said: "Brother Yourong, actually I have always been a little curious, how did you recognize me when I met you at the intersection that day, or is it because of my words on the way that revealed the truth."

Zhu Yourong raised her lips, suppressed a smile, covered her mouth with a fist and coughed, "Ziyu, we met a long time ago, have you forgotten?"

Zhao Rong was taken aback, put down his teacup, and said tentatively, "You mean... when I was brought into the academy by Senior Brother Li Jinshu, I passed you by?"

Zhu Yourong nodded, as if seeing Zhao Rong's doubts, then explained with a chuckle.

"Although I didn't turn my head to look at Ziyu at the time, but... you know, my cultivation level is so-so, and some movements around me can still be seen by my spiritual sense. At that time, although I didn't think that...the young man with a good temperament is you, Ziyu, That’s the person I’m looking for to add words.”

"But after arriving at the side entrance of the academy, I learned from the naughty girl Jingzi and some scholars outside that Ziyu was taken away by Mr. Yan's big disciple Li Jinshu not long ago, and I realized that I had met Ziyu once. gone."

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched.

Zhu Yourong smiled again: "When we met at the intersection that day, when I saw Ziyu walking in the opposite direction of Lanzhoudu, I thought I was going the wrong way, so I asked, but...cough, I didn't expect Ziyu to be so funny, but , Skipping class is wrong, don’t allow it next time.”

Seeing the smile on her face and Yu Huaijin's curious and probing eyes, Zhao Rong hurriedly lowered his head to drink tea, feeling embarrassed, he changed the subject calmly:
"Well, Mr. Zhu, why did you call me here today?"

Zhu Yourong squinted at Zhao Rong for a few times, then the smile on his face subsided, after thinking about it, he softly talked about the business of inviting someone here today...

As he listened, Zhao Rong's expression gradually became dazed, but Yu Huaijin was the one who reacted more than him.

Her tone was serious: "Teacher, please think twice!"

Zhao Rong pointed at himself, "Zhu Yourong, you mean, you want me to help you teach calligraphy classes in three schools, and be your... teaching assistant?"

The woman in Confucian shirt nodded with a smile, turned her eyes to the frowning Yu Huaijin, raised her palm, and pressed it in the air.

Yu Huaijin hesitated to speak.

Zhao Rong was also a little surprised, he didn't expect that Zhu Yourong would give him such a job, the agent of the calligraphy class...Mr. Zhao?

But good guy, there are only six schools in total, and three of them are for him, which accounts for half of them, and according to her, is it still the one who is fully responsible?
Zhu Yourong said again: "Ziyu, it's not uncommon for a teaching assistant to teach a teacher, sometimes Xuanji also substitutes for some art masters, um, of course, it may be rare for a teaching assistant to handle the three schools for me , However, I believe that Tzuyu's ability is more than enough for the three schools."

The corners of Zhao Rong's eyes twitched, don't, don't, don't flatter me like that, why do you feel like you just want to be lazy in writing and trick me into being a coolie?

Yu Huaijin couldn't help but said: "Sir, this is so rare, there is none at all, let alone whether brother Zhao is qualified for this job, just teaching three schools will consume a lot of his time and energy, and he will soon The mid-month exam is coming, and he still has some weak subjects for me to tutor, so there is so much time to distract...you think so, Brother Zhao."

She turned her head and stared at Zhao Rong seriously.

Zhao Rong glanced at her, and didn't speak immediately. In fact, he also resisted in his heart. After all, it was a troublesome matter, but...Zhu Yourong would never ask him to do coolies for free, cough cough, what if she gave it...it's too much There are too many.

Zhao Rong glanced sideways at Zhu Yourong whose mouth was slightly curled up, and didn't give a positive answer for a while.

Seeing that he seemed to be messing around with him too, Yu Huaijin frowned even more, turned to look at the woman in the Confucian shirt, and said in a deep voice:
"teacher!"

Zhu Yourong became quiet, her smile restrained, and she spoke slowly:
"I really don't have enough time. I often forget to go to class while I'm writing. Mystery, after you and the other five seniors reacted to me when you came back, I thought about it carefully and felt that this method is very suitable. I Believe in Tzuyu's ability..."

She paused, "However, three schools are indeed a bit too much, so two schools can't be less, um, that's it, and as for the deadline, let's set it from today until the next time." The mid-month exam is over, let's try the results, Tzuyu, what do you think?"

Zhu Yourong's tone was unquestionable, Yu Huaijin's words were swallowed, she frowned, and didn't speak for a while.

The master and apprentice looked at Zhao Rong together.

Zhao Rong stared down at the teacup, feeling the tranquility in the air, coughed lightly, Shi Shiran picked up the teacup, and took another sip, "Mr. Zhu, this tea is good."

He looked at Zhu Yourong seriously.

Seeing this, the latter pursed his lips and smiled, "Ziyu, this tea is just so-so, and the tea made from Zhengguan well water is delicious. You tried it last time, and now, my... almost I leave it all to you, but to reward Tzuyu for his hard work in teaching, although this item is difficult to get, I also have some special methods to get some more, to make a cup of hot tea for Tzuyu to drive away the cold in autumn."

Zhao Rong tilted his head, looked at the flowers beside him, remained silent for a moment, and nodded slightly.

"good."

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

　Another chapter of water...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)