Zhao Rong took a closer look at Li Xueyou, who was a little different, and then looked at the strange flying sword that seemed to have a habit of spinning in circles, but had calmed down.

This...is not even allowed to shake the legs?

Miss Li's cold face and arrogant look are indeed quite imposing, but when she purses her lips, the slight dimples on her cheeks are a bit dramatic, and she is not so serious...

Zhao Rong, who was eating melon in class, thought happily.

Inside the courtyard gate, the white-browed old man lowered his eyebrows, reinserted the jade bookmark into the old book, patted his sleeves, and stuffed it back.

Sima Yiyi, who had been watching silently, now had his eyes wide open as if he were still awake as before, and he was staring at Li Xueyou's cold face with a look of arrogance that he was very familiar with...

Li Xueyou, who was at the center of everyone's attention, still raised her chin and said nothing, but what no one knew was that this little girl, who had never been cruel to anyone except her father, felt relieved.

At this time, Li Li, who was standing in front of her, trembled a few times in grievance, seeming to be telling something.

Li Xueyao listened for a while.

She straightened her chin, but still kept a straight face, and spoke clearly:

"You're trying to hurt someone else when they're blocking you? What, the first time I was careless, I didn't expect that I wouldn't be able to get through, and ended up bumping into me? You hit me first, so that's reasonable!"

Li Xueyou stretched out her index finger and tapped a droplet that looked like a purple line angrily, and the latter quickly touched the pad of her finger like a dog.

"And you can't stop spinning? You're so stupid. If you are naughty again, I will write a letter and..."

Clear——

Before Li Xueyou could finish her words, Yi Su suddenly let out a weak sword cry and quickly moved over to kiss her to please her.

It is extremely fast, jumping around like a restless little girl.

Sometimes he would tap Li Xueyou's little hand, and sometimes he would squeeze her face with the edgeless blade of the sword.

He was in a hurry and looked clumsy.

Li Xueyou's cold face seemed to be a bit unbearable.

Her eyes seemed to glance at the people around her who were looking over, then she quickly looked back and said, "Hurry up and apologize to the old man."

A drop stopped in the air, moved and tried to spin around, but was stared back by the frail and uncultivated woman in front of him.

However, the little guy still trembled uneasily a few times, as if a child was too smart to understand what an apology meant.

Are you going to fuck the white-browed old man too?

Yisu quickly shook the tip of his sword, rejecting this scene that would bring shame to the 'swordsman'...

Li Xueyou patted her forehead.

She lowered her head and kept holding her purse in her hand. At this time, she opened her hands and said in a slightly complaining tone, "Come in."

Facing the dark hole in the purse, a drop of water languished.

Hesitantly and reluctantly, under Li Xueyou's supervision, it flew above the purse, paused, and suddenly turned in a circle, drawing a beautiful hollow purple circle in the air. Some people want to have fun first before being punished.

the meaning of……

Then Yisu rushed before the little master changed his face, the sword tilted and fell into the woman's purse as if it had lost its spirituality.

Everyone: “…………”

Li Xueyou's pretty face turned red.

She buried her head, tightened the elastic strap of her purse, wrapped the purse in a small handkerchief, and then quickly stuffed it into her sleeve, as if it was not safe, she covered her sleeve with one hand.

At this moment, the little girl was so embarrassed that she had only one thought: Never let out this hopeless little guy who looked so arrogant and domineering, but actually liked to draw circles...

At this time, Li Xueyou came to his senses, raised his head and looked in the direction of the courtyard door, and bowed apologetically.

"Old sir, I'm sorry, I didn't expect it to be sent in the letter. I'm sorry to trouble you, old sir, did Xiaosu crash the library? I..."

Sima Duyi had come back to his senses after Li Xueyou's cold expression, and kept looking at the southern horizon.

Hearing this, he turned around and followed her towards the person behind the threshold of the courtyard door. He would never take a step out of the library until he had read all the books in the building, and it was foreseeable that he would never leave the library.

The Confucian gentleman who couldn't live without the library bowed respectfully.

The old man with white eyebrows waved his hands towards the two of them but said nothing.

He glanced at Sima Duyi with a frown, then turned around with his hands behind his back, and looked up at the peak in Duyou City that was higher than Linlu Mountain.

I saw that mountain of flowers, now dressed in purple.

The old man smiled happily and liked to wear purple... He seemed to have a bad temper.

He immediately turned around and went back to the building to read a book.

Sima Du straightened up, looked at Li Xueyou who was hesitant to speak, and shook his head.

Li Xueyou glanced at the empty envelope in her hand and didn't ask any more questions.

Sima Duyi lowered his eyes, and a thin thread-bound book with a purple cover suddenly appeared in front of him. He opened a few pages and flicked his fingers.

Intermittently, some poems, sentences, and article paragraphs floated off the page, flew to the library, and were submerged in the forbidden sea of ​​words.

Most of the Suixingtang students around him looked envious.

When Confucian scholars study, they can really read "poems and books in their chests" and be full of righteousness.

The immortal method of a high-level Confucian and Taoist monk in front of me is somewhat similar to Mr. Yan's method of writing maple leaves that Zhao Rong saw before in the Fenglin courtyard of Taiqing Mansion.

Zhao Rong took a few glances and saw the words that were sent to the library by Sima Duyi.

There is a sentence that he thinks is ordinary, "There is no intention in going out, and there are traces in the clouds."

There are also poems that are eye-catching: "Today's people cannot see the moon of ancient times, but today's moon once illuminated the ancients."

To name a few.

Zhao Rong listened to Gui Gui's suggestion, and the Confucian scholar simply picked out the words from the book and put them into his heart. There were not many strict distinctions in terms of character.

I just want someone to express my feelings and have a clear understanding of my heart.

Sometimes the sentences in Luo Hua Pin's poems are not necessarily better than the poems in Deng Lou Pin's poems, but it still depends on whether they can understand the truth.

Not long after, Sima Duyi put away this natal object, turned to give Li Xueyou a few words of instruction, said goodbye, and left amidst the salutes of the Suixing Hall students.

He delivered two birthday gifts for two people.

…

A quarter of an hour later, the manager of the library registered all the students of Suixing Hall.

Completed the entry procedures.

Zhao Rong led a group of students back down the mountain.

In the calligraphy class in the afternoon, I saw a lively class.

"Who is that old gentleman? Our mountain chief?"

Zhao Rong looked at Yu Huaijin beside him.

"It's not the mountain chief." The latter shook his head.

"We all call him Mr. Lao. No one knows his exact surname. When we new students arrived, he was already flipping through books in the library. When I asked the seniors from the previous generation, they were the same as us."

Yu Huaijin looked back at the library that was gradually going away.

"I didn't expect him to be a gentleman, but I heard that he has never left the building and can often be seen on the first few floors. If you are looking for books in the library in the future, you can ask him for help. The old gentleman can almost always help you find them."

Zhao Rong nodded.

On the way back to Mochi Academy, he suddenly turned around and glanced at the slender figure following Xiao Hongyu in the crowd behind him.

I remembered that flying sword that was born to be unruly and unruly as soon as it appeared. It was so domineering that it wanted everyone to give way to it.

Judging from the situation on the field just now, this flying sword that looks extremely impressive does not seem to belong to the scholar named ‘Sima Duyi’.

Not only is the temperament wrong, but it can also be seen from other clues.

However, it is obviously very wild and should belong to a swordsman who has a pure swordsmanship and is unstoppable.

At this moment, he is sitting peacefully in Li Xue's young pocket.

So whose sword is this?

The arrogant look on Miss Li's face not long ago flashed through my mind again...

Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze, rolled up the newly borrowed book in his hand, put his hands behind his back, and strode forward.

I still remember that one day, he suddenly asked about his return.

Is there something, or someone, that would make it unable to hand out the sword, and would make it lower its sword?

In his memory, the sword spirit who used to always arrogantly mutter in front of him that it was a pity that he had no chance to hand over the sword to the Taoist Patriarch, the Holy Master, was silent for a long time.

It responded softly, yes.

It's just that he waited quietly for a long time, and his voice didn't sound again in his heart.
Chapter completed!