i have a sword fairy

Chapter 282 Who's Sword

Zhao Rong felt something.

He couldn't help but look at Yu Huaijin's serious expression more.

Uh, it should be 'serious', Zhao Rong guessed.

According to his experience in getting along with this headstrong senior these days.

She will be stern when she is angry, she will be stern when she is happy, she will be stern when she is serious, she will be stern when she is serious, and she will be stern when nothing happens.

Anyway, it's just a small face and it's over. At most, add a frown to let you know that she is very angry or has her eyes on you.

"Thank you, Xiao Yuer." Zhao Rong also said seriously to Yu Huaijin.

The more he read it, the more he felt that the name was like...a piece of biscuit, and he didn't know if this kind of dry food existed in this world.

So he couldn't help whispering, muttering, "Little Yuer? Little Yuer..."

Beside Zhao Rong, this woman who used to be rigid, touched her sleeves with her small hands, as if she was looking for something' handy', but she gave up in the end.

She took two deep breaths, turned around and went back to the long table, and continued to go through the formalities for the students in the hall.

I'm too lazy to talk to this unscrupulous teacher.

Zhao Rong glanced at Yu Huaijin's small back, then put his hands in his sleeves and squinted at the movement not far away.

At this moment, the open space where the students of the Willful School were located became quiet.

All the attention on the court was on Sima Duyi and Li Xueyou for a moment.

"Oh."

After hearing the answer, the girl like Xiaojiabiyu responded softly.

She raised her head and said in a friendly tone, "Brother Duyi, I didn't see you a few days ago... Did you go to Nanxiaoyao again?"

Sima Duyi originally raised his eyelids, his cold eyes seemed to have not woken up.

Hearing this at this moment, his eyelids suddenly lifted, and then he turned his eyes slightly away, not looking directly at Li Xueyou, and nodded, "Well, I just came back the day before yesterday."

As soon as the hoarse voice fell, he didn't wait for Li Xueyou to ask again, he reached out from the jade bib hanging on his waist, and 'twisted' out an ancient book and an envelope with no words on the cover.

Sima Duyi first handed over the ancient book, with a smile on his lips.

"I've heard you talk about this book of games. When I came back, I got off the boat in Lihuo Country. I happened to see it in the market. I don't know if it's the one you mentioned."

Li Xueyou opened his eyes, took his hands together, turned them over for a closer look, and his eyes gradually brightened.

With a small face of surprise, she hugged the ancient book in her arms.

"This is the book, brother Duyi, you are so lucky! Thank you brother Duyi, I will give you how much you spent."

Li Xuexiao took out the small purse with Qian Kun inside, and wanted to withdraw the money.

Sima Duyi raised his hand to stop it, "No need, Xueyou, it didn't cost much money, and... I forgot too."

Li Xueyou said sweetly: "Oh, well then, thank you Brother Duyi."

She carefully flipped through the rare book of chess in her hand, a little bit fond of it.

"I first heard about this "Wangyou Qingyue Collection" from Teacher Qi... Later, I searched all over Duyou City and the academy library, but I couldn't find it. It was left by a nine-dan chess player from a certain dynasty at the foot of the mountain. It was kept in the royal secret treasury of that country, and later the situation changed..."

Li Xueyou's voice gradually sank, but then she held Yi Pu again, and said in an uplifting tone:

"Although it is not considered a rare copy that only exists in the world, it is also considered a rare copy. Teacher Qi said that no more than ten handwritten copies have survived in the world. Brother Duyi, your luck is really very good."

This little girl who tied the man's temples with a goose yellow ribbon looked very energetic.

When she smiled, two small dimples appeared on both sides of her cheeks, and her bright smile brightened the air around her a bit.

The onlookers around seemed to be in the same mood, infected by Li Xueyou, and instantly brightened up.

The two are nearby.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Hongyu had weird eyes, but she wasn't too surprised. She just suppressed a smile and glanced at the happy friend beside her.

She opened her mouth wide, the corners of her red lips raised,

Not far away, Zhao Rong's eyes were also attracted by those two small dimples, and he couldn't help taking a few glances. The two of them had a brief interaction before, and most of the smiles he saw on Li Xueyou were polite pursed lips. Toothy.

Today may be because the cold-eyed young man was really close, his smile brightened.

There are even two cute little dimples.

Zhao Rong smiled.

He understood what she said just now.
This shy and introverted girl seems to like playing chess quite a bit. She seemed to be more active in chess class than other art classes.

And the Teacher Qi she was talking about was a straightforward chess master named Qi Wei.

In the Confucian school, the title of 'Mr.' is relatively more polite and respectful, and 'Teacher' is the title used when teachers and students get close, just like yesterday when Zhu Yourong knocked on Zhao Rong's forehead with a board and asked him to shout.

After Zhao Rong returned to the academy, in the impression of a short time.

Mr. Qi from the chess class is quite interesting.

Apart from liking to take them to play chess in the sea of ​​clouds, and they don't see their cultivation level, their speaking language and dealing style are quite unique.

And I heard from Fan Yushu that this gentleman often goes in and out of Youlan Mansion...

However, Zhao Rong was not familiar with him, so he kept a low profile during the chess class.

Except for the calligraphy class that had to be high-profile, and the music class that couldn't be low-key, Zhao Rong's other arts were taught quietly and well-behaved, unobtrusive.

No, in fact, there is an exception for art, because it was not taken at all.

Xuezheng, who is in charge of discipline at the Mochi Academy, is also a part-time teacher of etiquette and willfulness. He has taken half a month's leave since the last mid-month exam. He has left the academy and has something to do...

At this time, facing Li Xueyou's dimple of laughter.

Sima Duyi didn't speak, but his eyes were slightly open as if he hadn't woken up, and he looked at her smiling face intently, a little dazed.

Li Xueyou was used to Sima Duo staring blankly at her face, but he still sighed softly in his heart.

The woman with dimples hides her dimples quietly.

Sima Du came back to his senses, and the smile on his face seemed to grow wider, he shook his head, "You're welcome, this is an early birthday gift for you, and it's only a few days away."

"Hey, Brother Duyi, you actually remember."

"How could I forget?"

The corners of Li Xueyou's eyes curled up, but suddenly, her raised head slowly lowered, whining softly:
"My father just forgot. The last time I went back, no matter how I hinted at him, I was confused and couldn't answer the point. He doesn't remember."

When Sima Du heard this, he raised his eyelids.

He hesitated to speak, but he still didn't point out the obvious reason.

After all, no matter what Sima Duo's status is, he doesn't want to offend a smiling old man in Duyou City.

Yes, I don't want to, I absolutely don't want to, it's too late to please.

Even the wine, Sima Duyi was made an exception by him...

At this time, he was quiet for a while, and said, "Uncle, is he... all right?"

When Li Xueyou heard this, she smiled happily, "He's fine, um, except that he doesn't go to bed on time."

Sima Duyi nodded slightly, closed his eyes, looked around Li Xueyou, and nodded to the willful students who surrounded Li Xueyou enthusiastically.

When the latter saw this, they all responded verbally, shouting 'Brother' in a friendly tone, and the crowd became noisy.

Or greet, or ask some questions.

This enthusiastic scene was in stark contrast to the deserted scene when I was talking to someone in class and few people responded.

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched slightly, wanting to tell them that they are in class now, sir, I am right next to them.

It was like meeting an idol, he watched calmly.

reading seeds...

The young Confucian scholar nodded slightly.

Now Sima Duyi, facing these Li Xueyou's classmates, is no longer as alienated as before.

Regarding everyone's questions, he was slow and thoughtful, knowing everything.

The students in the headstrong class were more enthusiastic. Wu Peiliang, who had been "revealing the pole" in Zhao Rong's class before, couldn't bear his righteousness, and even said "the only senior brother" one by one. Coupled with the somewhat feminine tone, Zhao Rong became a little suspicious up...

Not long after, Sima Duyi ended these greetings, turned his head, and faced Li Xueyou.

"Xiao Xueyou, you are still in class, let's forget about today, I will come to you later, and we will go to the city to visit uncle."

"Ah."

Li Xueyou nodded.

Sima Duyi did not leave.

His slender figure stood still on the spot, his eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the envelope in his hand that had no writing on it.

Li Xueyou tilted her head to look at the envelope, with a curious expression on her face, "Brother Duyi, this one?"

Sima Duyi immediately lowered the arc of the corner of his mouth, and handed it out without saying a word.

Li Xueyou opened her mouth slightly, then paused, her eyes asking.

Sima Duyi nodded slightly.

Li Xueyou couldn't hide her dimples anymore, she happily took it, and then sweetly shouted, "Thank you Brother Duyi."

Sima Duyi shook his head, did not speak, his eyes were still on the envelope he left his hand.

Li Xueyou made a gesture to put away the envelope, but it seemed that she saw his gaze, and her little hand holding the envelope paused.

The next moment, she flipped the palm of her hand and opened the thin ordinary envelope on the spot, in an instant!A dazzling 'purple line' slid straight out from between the thin sheets of paper, and instead of landing vertically, it soared into the sky, escaping away like a frightened bird.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye, and everyone on the field only glimpsed it for a moment, and had no time to react in the future.

The same is true for Zhao Rong. After he regained his senses, he took a look.

On the field, the straight 'purple line' was shining brightly. After breaking away from the ordinary envelope like a cage, it didn't really escape.

Instead, it is at a height of three feet above Li Xueyou's head, and with her as the center, it circles rapidly and endlessly.

Moreover, the radius of rotation is getting bigger and bigger, and in an instant it has a radius of tens of meters, parading above everyone's heads.

Such visions immediately attracted the attention of everyone outside the library.

Zhao Rong frowned and concentrated his eyes, but he still couldn't see clearly what this 'purple line' was. Its light was bright but did not diverge, it was extremely concentrated, and there was no trace of breath leaking out for the time being.

He raised his head abruptly, because in a daze, the 'purple line' had passed over Zhao Rong's head.

He looked up, and at the same time he was hesitating whether to wake him up, it should know...

At this moment!

Bang——————!
A sound like the impact of Hong Zhong Da Lu came, deafening, powerful momentum, and the ensuing wave of air made many uncultivated Confucian scholars almost fall to the ground.

That straight "purple line" collided with the restriction of the library.

It dared to bump into one of the most eye-catching buildings in Linlu Academy!

It's just because the library blocks its jubilant activity route.

Zhao Rong stomped on the ground with his feet rooted, without any shaking, but the magnificent sound of Hong Zhong Da Lu just now still lingered in his ears.

But at this moment, he has ignored these, but looked intently.

This nine-storey study building really has a universe inside it, it is not as ordinary as it looks, at this moment, I can only see strange scriptures densely floating on the building body, both like illusion and like reality.

Thousands of ants-like characters flow on it, and occasionally a few lines of glittering golden sentences fall off and disappear in a flash, like flying fish jumping out of the water, submerged into the sea of ​​characters.

Especially where a certain "purple line" stays, in front of a certain building on the third floor, a book of ancient Confucianism suddenly appeared, as if blown by a breeze, it was flipping rapidly, with countless ink characters , pouring out like pouring sesame seeds, filling and consolidating the place of impact.

The straight 'purple line' has stopped suddenly at this moment, in front of the spontaneously turning Confucian classics.

Zhao Rong stared.

I saw...it was a purple flying sword.

Taking a closer look, there was a very thin purple flying sword.

In other words, a tiny needle is more suitable.

The flying sword is pocket-sized, bright purple all over, and as thin as a needle, like a grain of wheat.

This should be the smallest and thinnest flying sword that Zhao Rong has ever seen.

However, just now it was this 'weak little thing', like a mayfly shaking a tree, hitting a towering tall building beyond its capabilities.

But what is even more surprising is that the big movement just now, and the sudden appearance of this Confucian classic, all prove that...it really shook.

At this time, the slender purple sword floating in the air swayed like a consonance, facing the Confucian classics flipped over, and the nine-story library blocking its way.

The slender purple sword let out a long cry, and the body of the sword, like a purple thread, suddenly gushed out billowing purple energy.

The next moment, the purple air exploded like a bullfighting puff.

Zhao Rong clenched his fists in front of his abdomen, his thick eyebrows slightly frowned.

He felt the sword qi, or in other words, the Huajiao Red Snake in his body felt the sword qi, and it was churning endlessly.

However, Zhao Rong was quite sure, not because of the origin of the innate vitality in his body between this flying sword of unknown rank.

Because after drinking the strange Zhengguan well water, the half dragon and half snake in his body seemed to be particularly sensitive to the sword energy.

Just like this time...

Yu Huaijin did not know when she had already stood beside him.

Holding her hand in her hand, she also frowned at the purple sword that was so angry, and said suddenly: "It's too sharp."

I don't know if it is the opposite sword, or the unknown owner of the sword.

She seems to know something.

There was still doubt between Zhao Rong's brows, and he turned his head to speak before he resolved it.

"Bullshit!"

Suddenly, a healthy and loud yell sounded in the ears of the quiet people outside the study building, breaking the silence on the field.

Zhao Rong closed his mouth and turned his head together with Yu Huaijin to look.

The gate of the library used to be crowded with people, but now an open space has been vacated, and an old man in black and white eyebrows, who looks like eighty years old, stands in front of the gate with his hands behind his back at some point.

At this moment, the white-browed old man glanced at Li Xueyou who was in a hurry, and Sima Duyi who was silent with his eyes downcast.

He turned his head and looked at the 'little guy' who dared to hit the building in the daytime and disturb him to turn the pages of the book.

The slender purple sword seemed to be psychic, spinning around in the air, with a rebellious posture, staring at the Confucian classics that were quietly speaking, eager to try.

But at this moment, it seemed to regard the words of the white-browed old man as a provocation.

In an instant, the purple energy surged, and the sword energy soared to the sky. First, he suddenly turned sharply to gather momentum, and drew a circle in mid-air, intending to hit the library.

Then, outside the study building, in everyone's line of sight, there appeared a purple circle of light that was getting faster and faster, but the momentum was getting smaller and smaller.

The purple circle grew bigger and gradually became silent.

The purple smoke is dense, shining brightly.

Like a round of purple sun rising from the ninth floor, suddenly, the purple sun disappeared, and there was only a straight purple line in the air, like a huge purple sun being stretched into a strand of hair. go.

Everyone on the field was suffocated.

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PS: Well, brothers believe in Xiao Rong, and won't write that kind of plot...

Well, I know that if you just say that everyone doesn't believe it, then let's see Xiaorong's actions.

Xiaorong's goal now is to finish writing Jianniang seriously, without poisoning, to collect what should be collected, what should be watered... Bah bah, fill in the holes that should be filled as much as possible.

Huh, just thinking about it is very comfortable, rush!

(End of this chapter)