i have a sword fairy

Chapter 573 She got up [5700, add more updates for "Book Friends 2017..." Brother Bai Meng]

Zhu Yourong, aren't you bragging?

Zhao Rong frowned.

What kind of uncleanliness.

When he was at Yi Lanxuan in the academy, Zhu Yourong drank the teacup, he picked it up and drank it, and she didn't say anything, why is she so concerned about cleanliness now, besides...

Isn't drinking this cup of tea just a formality, so that it is convenient to cut into the topic and chat?
If you don't want to drink, you should at least take the cup first, just don't drink.

At this moment, being "politely declined" by Zhu Yourong, Zhao Rong accepted it with a smile.

He glanced at the orchid lady in front of him.

Her expression was somewhat unpredictable, her pair of snow-white but still beautiful willow eyes seemed to be looking at Zhao Rong without blinking.

He was a little uncertain for a moment, whether she was giving him reading comprehension questions again...

"Row."

Zhao Rong nodded, and his face became colder, no longer enthusiastic.

He turned slightly, also facing Zhu Youran sideways, raised his head directly, and drank the hot tea in one gulp.

There are a few pieces of tea leaves in the teacup missing.

Zhao Rong turned around and wanted to leave, he would not drink if he didn't drink, and he would not serve Mr. Zhu anymore.

"and many more."

Zhu Youran spoke suddenly and called Zhao Rong to stop.

"what?"

He didn't look back.

"use this."

Zhao Rong frowned slightly, and when he looked back, Zhu Yourong reached out for a brand new and elegant wood-inlaid jade tea set.

Her Nascent Soul brought Sumeru.

Zhu Yourong also has a hobby of collecting tea sets. Every dynasty or small country she has visited, she will buy a set of tea sets that are pleasing to the eye, and she does not lack them.

"Mr. Zhu, what are you using this for?"

Zhao Rong asked 'curiously'.

Zhu Yourong turned the new teacup in his hand, and said softly to him: "Pour me a cup of tea."

"Isn't the tea kettle on the table? Please ask Mr. Zhu to pour it himself. I'm afraid that such a clean and beautiful tea set will be dirty."

"What did you call me?"

Zhao Rong: "Zhu..."

The woman suddenly threw the teacup into the air beside her, supported by the blissful wind, she stretched out her free hand and reached towards Zhao Rong's face.

As if to touch his face.

Zhao Rong was frightened immediately, and he leaned back, almost dodging his waist, but fortunately he avoided her hand.

In fact, it can also be said that it was Zhu Yourong who slowed down the speed of reaching out halfway, giving Zhao Rong time to react and then dodge.

"What are you doing?"

Zhao Rong's eyes widened, and at the same time, he subconsciously covered his collar with one hand, and he didn't know what he was worried about for a while...

Zhu Yourong looked away from the hand of a cowardly guy covering his collar.

Twist the corners of the lips.

In the air, the hand that looked like white snow piled up with frost pointed at the corner of Zhao Rong's mouth.

"tea."

As he spoke, he raised his hand again, as if to help him remove the 'very annoying' tea leaf at the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Rong was taken aback for a moment, then his brows relaxed, and he quickly wiped the tea leaves from the corner of his mouth.

He nodded quickly and took another half step back, "OK, thank you Mr. Zhu, I'll come."

Zhu Yourong confiscated it, and said leisurely: "What did you call me?"

Zhao Rong was speechless, feeling that if she acted foolishly, he really couldn't stop her.

After holding back for a while, he had no choice but to say: "Yourong... Fellow Daoist Yourong."

Zhu Yourong nodded, retracted her hand, and gently pushed the wood-inlaid jade teacup floating in the air forward with a slender index finger.

At the same time, the wind blows from the side of the women's Confucian shirt, and the teapot on the table of the Eight Immortals not far away is lifted by the wind and flies towards it.

The teapot and teacups flew to Zhao Rong obediently.

Zhu Yourong stood still with his hands behind his back, and said, "Pour me a cup of tea."

Zhao Rong: "..."

In the heart lake, the sword spirit arched the fire and said: "Zhao Rong Zhao Rong, you forgot the bamboo forest courtyard before, what did you say after you were teleported a hundred miles away by her secretly?"

It cleared its throat, imitating someone's tone and said: "Zhu Yourong, you big breasted lady, teach me how to do things?"

Zhao Rong: "..."

Gui urged: "Hurry up, hurry up, reprimand this big-breasted female gentleman, so that she will know who is the master of this place."

Zhao Rong pretended not to hear.

He took the teapot and teacup, shamefully succumbed to the coercion of a certain busty female gentleman, and poured tea.

"Cough, really, it's just you who pay more attention."

While handing out the hot tea, he muttered to himself: "...and...yourong fellow Taoist, don't teach me how to do things in the future, hmph, or I..."

Paused.

Zhao Rong didn't say any more about trying to find a place later, because he had already brought the hot tea to Zhu Yourong's hand.

It stands to reason that she should not say anything now, just took the cup and let him go downhill. Neither of them had a tacit understanding of what happened just now, and then started to talk about business after drinking tea.

However, Zhu Yourong looked at the stubborn man who carefully held her teacup in both hands, and asked curiously, "Otherwise, what would you do?"

Zhao Rong: "...???"

I……

No chat today!

Zhao Rong was about to throw the cup and leave.

Zhu Yourong suddenly took the teacup in his hand, and glanced at the slightly embarrassed handsome man.

She lowered her head and pouted slightly.

Blowing on the steaming cup noodles.

The woman exhales like orchids, and the orchid fragrance seems to be more fragrant than the hot tea.

"Tzuyu."

she says.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Rong turned his head to leave, and said angrily, "Do you still want me to serve you?"

In the next second, a cup of hot tea was carefully held by two flamboyant hands, and presented to...

In front of Zhao Rong.

"Please drink tea." Zhu Yourong held the hot tea blown by her pouting lips in both hands, and handed it to him, looking at him with slightly upturned eyes, "Today, you have worked hard."

Zhao Rong was startled, turned around, couldn't help but carefully looked up and down at Zhu Yourong, who seemed to have made a 180-degree turn.

Is it wrong to take it... Did you take the right medicine?
Or finally feel the domineering aura of this young master?

Zhao Rong couldn't see the look in her snow-white eyes.

But he felt the seriousness of the woman holding tea to him.

He blinked, and was getting up, couldn't help muttering:
"Why did you drink it back for me, isn't it the tea you asked for..."

Zhu Yourong bent her lips, and her voice at this time was soft and clear: "I must drink the tea I asked for from you? Can't you invite Ziyu to drink it?"

"All right, Fellow Daoist You Rong is the best at arranging things and making decisions. She is always hard to guess. She is the most beautiful and beautiful girl in the world..."

Zhao Rong laughed and shook his head, praising helplessly.

"Ziyu, drink tea, hurry up." Zhu Yourong didn't seem to hear his sycophant teasing, and blew on the hot air in the teacup, this time handing it to Zhao Rong's mouth.

As if to feed him, Zhao Rong hurriedly took the teacup by himself.

"I'll come, thank you."

He thanked him, took a sip of his tea, this time it was no longer the cow drink like before, he even ate two pieces of tea leaves.

Instead, he savored it carefully, and looked up from time to time to see Mr. Ru Lan who was quietly serving tea in front of him.

Zhao Rong felt a little better.

Cough cough, this is right, the way the two of them treated each other like guests and like a spring breeze when they were writing in the early morning in Yi Lanxuan was restored.

After he reunited with Qingjun Qian'er before, Zhu Yourong stood aside without saying a word, his polite and calm attitude made Zhao Rong a little uncomfortable.

But at this moment, Zhao Rong seemed to have forgotten that the cup of tea in his hand was actually poured by himself, and Zhu Yourong's commanding tone and provocative words before were also a bit rude.

Right now, she just took the hot tea from Zhao Rong's hand, and returned the teacup to him simply and casually.

A simple action, plus a few words, immediately dissipated someone's previous dissatisfaction, and even made him feel warm and refreshed.

A beautiful woman with a noble status and a strong cultivation base offered tea as a compliment, and most men would probably be generous and tolerant.

The sword spirit in a certain heart lake saw the scenes happening outside, and was amazed.

"Isn't this just giving a big stick first, and then gently handing over a sweet date? One tightening and one loosening makes a man want to stop."

Gui curled his lips, the onlookers could see clearly, but he could see it clearly.

It's just that it didn't expect that Zhao Rong, a guy with a bit of masculinity, would actually like women.

But Zhu Yourong used it as if nothing had happened, and the lethality is indeed very strong.

Zhao Rong seemed to be submissive.

The purple-clothed sword spirit looked at the demure and elegant big-breasted female gentleman outside again, and felt that she seemed to be a little different from before.

In the past, when Zhu Yourong got along with Zhao Rong, he was unrestrained, elegant and easy-going.

Although sometimes in front of people, she would put on a straight face and act like a serious gentleman, but in private, when Zhu Yourong and Zhao Rong get along, most of the time they are like an intellectual, intelligent, gentle and generous big sister.

It is the natural atmosphere of a confidante.

But right now, Gui felt that Zhu Yourong seemed to have changed a little silently, as if he had figured out something recently, or realized something, and the relationship with Zhao Rong began to be quietly guided, trying to control in a certain way.

It was similar to the Senior Sister Ning that Zhao Rong met outside the Taiqing Mansion a few days ago.

It's just that the purpose of the white Chi woman who walks the way of sword cultivation is a bit confusing to the sword spirit.

So all in all, all in all.

It's the elegant, gentle, big-breasted female gentleman who doesn't want to compete with the world, and she's starting to feel a little...pretentious.

As for why it changed...

"That's right, You Rong."

At this time, Zhao Rong put down his teacup and looked at the Confucian shirt woman who seemed to be in a different state.

He said:

"I forgot to ask before, why does your body make me feel a little weird, especially your eyes..."

Zhu Yourong looked at Zhao Rong who finally asked about her condition.

Just now in the imperial mausoleum and on the way back, his attention was always on Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Qian'er, and now...the eyes finally grew?
Her expression was as usual: "This is my Nascent Soul, the main body is still on its way."

"Yuanying?" Zhao Rong nodded.

He has been on the mountain for a long time, but he has heard a little about some methods of the immortal family.

Zhao Rong was puzzled, "Didn't you say that you are still in the half-step Nascent Soul Realm, the Dao Nascent Soul has not been completely 'broken' and born, how can you now... the Nascent Soul has left the body, and can travel so far. "

Zhu Yourong looked down, reached out to take the empty teacup in Zhao Rong's hand, and said casually:
"This is... the Nascent Soul from before.

"In addition, I have a Confucian gentleman, which is a brisk wind, and can travel far away with Yuanying."

The former Nascent Soul?
Zhao Rong was slightly taken aback.

At this time, Gui suddenly said: "She has fallen, but it is not an ordinary monk's fall... Look at her snow-white eyes of this Nascent Soul, which is always missing a 'finishing touch', this is not a complete Nascent Soul."

Zhao Rong was silent.

He suddenly remembered that he had heard Zhu Yourong say before that she used to walk the Confucian way of classics and righteousness, and even became the first-class Confucian scholar recorded in Zhongzhou Confucian Temple, and she was the youngest female Confucian scholar among them.

It's just that later, she deviated from the scriptures, abandoned the scriptures, and went to write...

Zhao Rong vaguely understood.

He immediately apologized, and said: "Fellow Daoist Yourong, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought up those things, and besides... you use this Nascent Soul to travel far away this time, even if you have a gentleman, it will consume a lot of vitality, right? Next..."

"It's okay, Ziyu." Zhu Yourong interrupted easily and indifferently, and said seriously: "I am the teacher of the academy, and a student of the academy died outside. It is my responsibility to send out the Yuan Ying to rescue the academy as soon as possible. It is all for the academy."

Zhao Rong's expression was stunned, and he couldn't help but look at the lady in front of him who raised her chin slightly.

No, why are you being polite again?Can't communicate normally?
Zhao Rong nodded and looked at her, "Oh, is that so, then Mr. Zhu arrived really fast, and the other academy teachers are still behind..."

Zhu Yourong remained calm and composed, "I have the wind of being fast, of course it's fast enough. Didn't Ziyu say it before, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, so I am it."

Saying that, the female gentleman who had hurriedly sailed southward looked calm, lifted the teapot calmly, and filled the empty teacup in her hand with [-]% hot tea.

She pursed her lips and took a sip, then, as if remembering something, she raised her head and nodded to the man whose mouth twitched slightly:
"Well, it's the same with the cup of tea just now, it was given to Ziyu to drink instead of the head of the academy.

"This time, it was the academy's negligence. The teacher who accompanied him down the mountain did not complete the task of bringing all the students back to the academy. Ziyu was ambushed by thieves. It was absolutely wrong. I will offer this cup of tea to Ziyu on behalf of the academy."

Zhao Rong...

It's already numb.

He didn't know how many times he was choked and speechless tonight.

It feels like getting along with Zhu Yourong tonight is like being caught in a series of tricks, one set after another, always getting rejected.

He stared at Zhu Yourong who was drinking tea relaxedly, tilted his head slightly, and said instead:

"Oh, didn't you say that you are a bit of a clean freak, and you can't get used to drinking cups that others have used, so why do you drink tea directly from the cups I used to drink now?"

Zhu Yourong didn't even raise her eyelids, "Oh, I forgot. It's okay, this is not my real body, but a Nascent Soul avatar, as clear and spotless as Taoist glass, and strictly speaking, I can't taste any peculiar smell."

Zhao Rong: "..."

That's not what you said just now.

He thought about it, but held back.

Zhao Rong had a premonition that if he dared to continue asking these questions, Zhu Yourong would still have 'tricks' waiting for him.

Thinking of this, Zhao Rong sighed, and couldn't help rubbing his handsome face.

Zhu Yourong, who was drinking tea with his head down, glanced sideways at his face.

Zhao Rong calmed down and waited until the woman in Confucian shirt in front of him finished tasting the tea lightly, then he asked and started the conversation:

"Yourong, then when you come here, you shouldn't just pass tea and check the cleanliness of my tea, do you have something important to say?"

Zhu Yourong nodded.

The two came to the table and sat down.

Zhu Yourong sat upright:
"Ziyu, the head of the mountain is also paying attention to what happened to you this time. The situation given by the academy is of a serious level. The whole academy attaches great importance to this."

She paused and explained:

"Our Confucian academy has always been strict with the young students, but the scholars behind and even the seeds of the academy are not so valued.

"The grievances and grievances of scholars abroad, as long as the impact of the situation is not serious or life-threatening, the academy will not even ask a word, and let their respective teachers take care of it."

Seeing Zhao Rong nodded, Zhu Yourong continued to speak, her eyes narrowed slightly:
"The one who killed you this time was a monk at the Golden Core Realm! Three realms higher than you! This is no longer just touching the bottom line of the Academy's protection of young learners.

"Even on a continent with the most chaotic order on the mountain, between two mortal enemy immortal sects, they abide by the rule of not sending monks whose cultivation level exceeds one level to kill the opponent's low-level monks."

Zhu Yourong stopped, stared at the teacup on the table, fell silent, and said by name one by one:
"The Dali Dynasty involved in Zhang Huizhi who hooked up with the thief; the Great Wei Qin Clan to which the thief named Qin Jianfu belongs; and the Siqi Academy involving these two Confucian scholars...etc."

"All the forces involved in this matter, our Linlu Academy will go to investigate and negotiate carefully one by one. It may take a lot of time, but we must do our best. Come forward, go and talk about the 'reason'... Find out those ghosts and monsters hiding behind, and give Tzuyu an explanation."

Zhao Rong nodded, narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, and said, "I can be satisfied if the academy pays so much attention to it. If the investigation is really difficult..."

"That also needs to be investigated!" Zhu Yourong interrupted: "Ziyu, this is actually not all about you alone, but about the face and authority of our Linlu Academy."

"If you can't even protect your own students, then who will come to Lin Lu to study all the way in the future? Just go to Siqi Academy."

"Furthermore, it has been many years since no one dared to use despicable and shameless means to intercept and kill the students of Lin Lu Academy, not to mention that the murderer was also a Confucian student from the Confucian Academy! This is a crime knowingly!"

Zhu Yourong raised her brows upside down.

"And this still involves another Siqi Academy, it is easy for others to think...whether our Confucianism in Wangquezhou is at odds.

"So this matter must be thoroughly investigated."

Speaking of this, her tone was a bit meaningful.

Zhao Rong calmly digested it.

Zhu Yourong turned to look at him and said:

"Right now, the people sent by the academy to deal with the matter have already set off and are on their way, and will arrive at Jiyue Mountain soon.

"Among the first group of people, there should be a lot of people you are familiar with. Meng Zhengjun, Mr. Yan, and a student who is a student, um, is a disciple of the deputy mountain chief..."

Zhao Rong nodded and exhaled.

For the first time, he felt that it was really good to have a responsible and powerful force as his backer, and he felt like an authentic son of a famous family.

Apart from other things, at least the attitude of Lin Lu Academy warmed Zhao Rong's heart.

However, it is unknown whether Zhu Yourong has any rights and interests that Zhu Yourong has fought so hard for him.

Zhu Yourong suddenly said: "By the way, Ziyu, there is one more thing, um, maybe speaking in my capacity, it might be a bit inappropriate..."

Zhao Rong was puzzled, "What's the matter? But it doesn't matter."

Zhu Yourong looked away, and her voice became softer, "Actually, you can still... find a proper academy... to ask for some comfort and compensation."

Zhao Rong blinked and understood in seconds.

The two then discussed for a while.

Not long after, the relevant topic ended, and there was a sudden silence between them.

It seems... I have nothing to say.

Zhao Rong looked at Zhu Yourong, but the latter didn't look at him, and his eyes were fixed on the door, as if... ready to leave?
Zhao Rong suddenly remembered something, and felt that it would be better to explain it clearly first.

He was first afraid of lifting the teapot and pouring tea to leave people behind, then he couldn't help but said: "That's right, wait a minute."

"What's the matter?" Zhu Yourong didn't take the tea.

Zhao Rong thought for a while, then said:

"Fellow Daoist You Rong, I was in the small courtyard in the bamboo forest before. Actually, I thought I would never see...everyone again, um, I won't see you either, so..."

Zhu Yourong looked down, "So what?"

Zhao Rong gritted his teeth secretly, and still brought it up, "So before parting with your clone, it sent you some messages."

Zhu Yourong asked softly: "What did you let it... pass?"

At this moment, she finally turned her head and stared at Zhao Rong's expression intently.Ask him to speak up.

Zhao Rong frowned slightly.

At that time, he asked Zhu Yourong's ink-colored clone to send Qian'er a thousand miles away, and he said some words to it that now seem quite hypocritical.

Zhu Yourong's reaction...was the words not sent back?
The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere became even more silent.

Zhao Rong said, just about to speak, when suddenly, the roller blind at the door was lifted.

Xiao Qian'er swished in.

She first glanced at the hall as if nothing had happened.

Especially the distance between Zhao Rong and Zhu Yourong.

The little girl breathed a sigh of relief, and then ran to the middle of Zhao Rong and Zhu Yourong.

At this time, she suddenly turned her head and said to a certain woman in surprise:

"Hey, Mr. Zhu, are you back? By the way, Brother Rong, I didn't disturb your discussion, did I?"

"........."

Zhao Rong looked at the innocent girl standing in front of him, and was speechless.

Did you bother to say it?
But he still shook his head, and then looked at Zhu Yourong...

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