Zhao Rong felt something.

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

Well, it should be "serious", Zhao Rong guessed.

Based on his experience of getting along with this senior from Ruxingtang these days.

She has a stern face when she is angry, she has a stern face when she is happy, she has a stern face when she is serious, she has a stern face when she is earnest, and she also has a stern face when nothing happens.

Anyway, she just has a stern face, and at most a frown to let you know that she is very angry or is staring at you.

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

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

So he couldn't help but whisper to himself, "Little Fish? Little Fish..."

Beside Zhao Rong, the woman who used to behave in a rigid manner felt around in her sleeves, as if looking for something 'handy', but finally gave up.

She took two deep breaths, turned around and went back to the long table to continue processing procedures for the students in the hall.

I don't want to bother with this dishonest 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 Ruxing Hall were sitting became quiet.

For a moment, all the attention on the field was on Sima Duyi and Li Xueyu.

"oh."

After hearing the answer, the beautiful girl responded softly.

She looked up and spoke in an intimate tone, "Brother Duyi, I haven't seen you for a few days... Did you go to Nanxiaoyao again?"

Sima Duyi had his eyelids drooped, and his cold eyes looked as if he had not woken up yet.

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

As soon as he finished speaking in a low and hoarse voice, without waiting for Li Xueyu to ask any more questions, he reached out his hand from the jade disk hanging at his waist and took 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 face.

"I heard you talk about this chess book before. When I came back, I got off the ship in Lihuo Country and happened to see it at the market. I don't know if it is the one you mentioned."

Li Xueyu opened her eyes, took it with both hands, turned it over and looked at it carefully, her eyes gradually brightened.

Her little face was filled with surprise and she held the ancient book in her arms.

"This is the book. Brother Duyi, you are so lucky! Thank you, Brother Duyi. I will give you whatever you spent."

Li Xueyu took out the small purse that contained the secret and lowered her head to take out the money.

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

Li Xueyou said sweetly: "Oh, well, thank you very much, brother."

She carefully flipped through the rare chess manual in her hand, unable to let it go.

"I first heard about this book, "A Collection of Forgetful Joys", from Teacher Qi... Later, I searched all over Duyou City and the library in the academy but couldn't find it. This was left by a nine-dan chess player from a certain dynasty down the mountain. It was originally treasured in the royal secret library of that country, but later, as time passed..."

Li Xueyou's voice gradually became quiet, but she immediately held the chessboard again and said excitedly:

"Although it is not the only copy left in the world, it is still a rare copy. Teacher Qi said that no more than ten handwritten copies remain in the world. Brother Duyi, you are so lucky."

The little girl who tied the man's hair with a goose yellow ribbon looked full of energy.

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

The people watching around seemed to be in the same mood. They were infected by Li Xueyou and their mood brightened instantly.

Near the two.

When Xiao Hongyu saw this scene, her eyes looked a little strange, but she was not too surprised. She just held back her smile and glanced at her friend who was standing next to her with a happy face.

She opened her mouth, and the corners of her red lips rose.

Not far away, Zhao Rong's eyes were also attracted by the two small dimples and he couldn't help but look at them a few times. The two had interacted briefly before, and most of the smiles he saw from Li Xueyu were polite, with her lips pursed and her teeth not showing.

Today, perhaps because the young man with cold eyes was indeed closer to her, her smile became brighter.

There are actually two cute dimples.

Zhao Rong smiled.

He understood what she had just said.

This girl, who is usually shy and introverted, seems to like playing chess very much. She seemed to be more active in chess classes than in other art classes.

The Teacher Qi she mentioned is the chess teacher of Shuexingtang, whose name is Qi Wei.

In Confucianism, the title of "Mr." is relatively more polite and respectful, while "Teacher" is a name used when teachers and students are close, just like what Zhu Yourong asked Zhao Rong to call him yesterday when he raised a board and hit his forehead.

This is the impression of the short period of time after Zhao Rong returned to the academy.

Mr. Qi, who teaches the chess class, is quite interesting.

Apart from liking to take them to play chess in the sea of ​​clouds, and his level of skill was hard to tell, his language and style of dealing with people were also quite unique.

And according to Fan Yushu, this gentleman often comes in and out of Youlan Mansion...

However, Zhao Rong was not familiar with him and was relatively low-key during chess classes.

Except for calligraphy class which had to be high-profile and music class which could not be low-profile, Zhao Rong took other art classes very quietly and properly, and did not attract attention.

No, actually there is one art course which is an exception because I didn’t take it at all.

The principal of the Mochi Academy, who is in charge of discipline and atmosphere, and also a part-time teacher of etiquette and arts at the Ruxing Hall, took a leave of absence for more than half a month after the last mid-month exam. He left the academy and went out for something...

At this moment, facing Li Xueyu's dimples.

Sima Duyi didn't say anything, but his eyes, which looked like he hadn't woken up yet, were slightly open. He stared at her smiling face intently, a little dazed.

Li Xueyu was used to Sima Duyi's dazed look at her face, but she still sighed softly in her heart.

The woman with dimples secretly hides her dimples.

Sima Duyi came back to his senses, the smile on his face seemed to grow even wider, and he shook his head, "No need to thank me, this is a birthday gift for you in advance, it will be a few days later."

"Hey, Brother Duyi, you actually remembered it."

"How could I forget?"

Li Xueyou's eyes curved, but suddenly, she lowered her head slowly and complained softly:

"My father forgot. Last time I went back, no matter how I hinted at him, he was confused and couldn't answer to the point. He didn't remember it."

Sima Duyi raised his eyelids when he heard this.

He hesitated to speak, but still did not point out the obvious reason.

After all, no matter what Sima Duyi's identity was, he didn'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 try to please you.

Even Sima was forced to drink wine by him...

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

Li Xueyu smiled happily when she heard this, "He is fine, except that he occasionally doesn't go to bed on time."

Sima Duyi nodded slightly, lowered his eyes, looked around Li Xueyu, and nodded to the students of Ruxingtang who surrounded her enthusiastically.

Upon seeing this, the latter responded verbally, calling him "Senior Brother" in a friendly tone, and the crowd became noisy.

Either exchanging pleasantries or asking some questions.

This enthusiastic scene is in stark contrast to the deserted scene when someone is in class and few people respond to what they say.

Zhao Rong curled his lips slightly, and he really wanted to tell them that class was in progress and the teacher was right next to them.

It was like meeting his idol, and he looked at it calmly.

Reading seeds...

The young scholar nodded slightly.

Sima Yi now, facing Li Xuexiao's classmates, is no longer as distant as before.

He answered everyone's questions slowly and without hesitation.

The students of Ruxing Hall were even more enthusiastic. Wu Peiliang, who had been "raising the banner" in Zhao Rong's class and could not hold back his righteousness, kept calling him "senior brother" with a somewhat feminine tone, which made Zhao Rong a little suspicious...

Soon, Sima Yuyi ended the greetings, turned around and faced Li Xueyou.

"Xiaoxueyou, you are still in class. Forget about it today. I will come to find you later and go to the city to visit uncle together."

"Um."

Li Xueyu nodded.

Sima Duyi did not leave.

His slender figure stood still, his eyes slightly lowered, looking at the unwritten envelope in his hand.

Li Xueyu tilted her head to look at the envelope with a curious expression, "Brother Duyi, this?"

Sima Duyi then lowered the curve of his lips and handed it over without saying a word.

Li Xueyu opened her mouth slightly, then paused, looking inquiringly.

Sima Duyi nodded slightly.

Li Xueyou's dimples could no longer be hidden. She happily took it and said sweetly, "Thank you, brother Du Yi."

Sima Duyi shook his head and said nothing, his eyes still on the envelope that had left his hand.

Li Xueyu pretended to put the envelope away, but seemed to have noticed his gaze, and her little hand holding the envelope paused.

The next moment, she flipped her palm and opened the seemingly thin ordinary envelope on the spot. In an instant, a dazzling 'purple line' slid straight out from between the thin pieces of paper. It did not fall vertically to the ground, but soared into the sky and fled away like a startled wild goose.

All this happened in a flash, and everyone on the field only caught a glimpse of it before they had time to react.

The same thing happened to Zhao Rong. After he came to his senses, he took a look.

On the field, the straight "purple line" was shining brightly. After escaping from the ordinary envelope that was like a cage, it did not really escape.

Instead, it was swirling rapidly around Li Xueyu, with her as the center, at a height of three feet above her head.

Moreover, the radius of rotation was getting larger and larger, and in a blink of an eye it had reached a radius of dozens of meters, cruising over everyone's heads.

This strange phenomenon immediately attracted the attention of everyone outside the library.

Zhao Rong frowned and focused his eyes, but he still couldn't see clearly what this 'purple line' was. It shone brightly but did not radiate. It was extremely condensed, and no trace of its aura leaked out for the time being.

He looked up suddenly, and while he was distracted, the "purple line" had already passed over Zhao Rong's head.

He looked up, wondering whether he should wake Gui up. It should know...

At this moment!

Bang——!

There was a sound like the collision of a huge bell, deafening. The powerful momentum and the subsequent air waves almost made many Confucian scholars who had no cultivation fall to the ground.

That straight "purple line" actually collided with the library's restriction.

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

It's because the library blocked its joyful and lively route.

Zhao Rong's feet were rooted to the ground, without any shaking, but the magnificent sound of the Hong Zhong Da Lu just now still lingered in his ears.

But at this moment he no longer paid attention to all this and just looked intently.

This nine-story library is indeed full of secrets and not as ordinary as it appears. At this moment, one can see bright and strange scriptures densely floating on the building, which seem both illusory and real.

Thousands and thousands of ant-like characters flow on it. Occasionally, a few lines of golden sentences appear, flashing by like a flying fish leaping out of the water and then submerged in the sea of ​​characters.

In particular, at the location where a certain "purple line" stopped, in front of a building on the third floor, an ancient Confucian scripture suddenly appeared at some point, as if blown by a breeze, and was flipping rapidly. Countless ink characters poured out like pouring sesame seeds, filling and consolidating the impact point.

The straight 'purple line' has now stopped in front of the spontaneously turning Confucian scripture.

Zhao Rong stared.

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

Looking again, I saw an extremely thin purple flying sword.

Or, in other words, a tiny needle would be more appropriate.

The flying sword is small, purple all over, and as thin as a needle and as sharp as a wheat awn.

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

However, just now it was this "weak little thing" that, like an ant trying to shake a tree, tried to hit the towering building without knowing its own strength.

But what is even more surprising is that the loud commotion just now and the sudden appearance of the flipping Confucian scripture all prove that... it was indeed shaken.

At this moment, the slender purple sword floating in the air shook as if it had telepathy, facing the Confucian scriptures with turned pages and the nine-story library blocking its way.

The slender purple sword let out a long cry, and a purple line-like sword body suddenly surged with purple energy.

The next moment, purple air exploded like the jet of a bull.

Zhao Rong clenched his fist in front of his abdomen and frowned slightly.

He felt the sword energy, or rather, the red snake in his body felt the sword energy and was churning endlessly.

However, Zhao Rong was quite sure that it was not because of the connection between this flying sword of unknown quality and the innate vitality in his body.

Because ever since he drank the strange water from the Zhengguan Well, the half-dragon, half-snake in his body seemed to be particularly sensitive to sword energy.

Just like this moment...

Yu Huaijin had been standing beside him since some point.

She held her hand, also frowning as she looked at the purple sword that was so powerful, and suddenly said, "It's too sharp."

I don't know whether it is directed at the sword or at the unknown owner of the sword.

She seemed to know something.

There was still some doubt between Zhao Rong's brows, which had not been resolved. He turned his head and was about to speak.

“Nonsense!”

Suddenly, a loud rebuke rang in the ears of the quiet crowd outside the library, breaking the silence.

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

The main entrance of the library, which was originally crowded with people, now had a vacant space. An old man in black clothes and white eyebrows, who looked to be in his 80s, stood in front of the door with his hands behind his back.

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

He turned around and looked at the 'little guy' who dared to bump into the building in broad daylight and disturb him from reading a book.

The slender purple sword seemed to be psychic, spinning in the air with an unruly attitude, staring at the Confucian scripture that was quietly speaking, eager to give it a try.

At this moment, it seemed to take the words of the white-browed old man as a provocation.

In a flash, purple air surged, sword energy soared into the sky, and first it suddenly turned sharply to gather momentum, drawing a circle in the air, and was about to crash into the library.

Then, outside the library, in everyone's sight, a purple halo appeared, its speed increasing but its momentum decreasing.

The purple circle grew larger and gradually became silent.

The sky is filled with purple smoke and the light is dazzling.

It was like a purple sun rising up below the ninth floor. Suddenly, the purple sun disappeared, and only a straight purple line remained in the air, as if the huge purple sun had been stretched into a strand of hair and had already... left the bow and pierced away.

Everyone on the field held their breath.