Mochi Academy is located on the corridor next to the ink washing pool.

Meng Zhengjun walked in front.

Gu Yiwu and the students of Justice Hall followed behind with their heads down.

The group had just returned to the academy and were now heading to the academy's ceremonial hall to register relevant matters to conclude their journey down the mountain.

The originally leisurely and peaceful Mo Chi Academy was suddenly ignited by their return.

There were schools and pavilions beside the corridor, and students who were reciting lessons or taking a rest came out to watch.

"Hey~"

Returning to the front of the students, a burly Confucian scholar following behind Meng Zhengjun was sighing, with his head and waist bent, and a bitter look on his face.

Behind him, a group of students from the Hall of Justice secretly took a look at their senior's acting skills and couldn't help but sigh.

The old man is really good at acting. When he came back, he first showed weakness to the enemy and pretended to have failed the exam. Then he put on a good show and gave a slap in the face to those guys in the Sixth Hall who were used to spreading rumors.

The students of Justice Hall thought of this and secretly gave their senior a thumbs up. The elder is really good at having fun. Well, from what he just said, this seems to be the suggestion made by Mr. Zhao Xiao during a chat a few days ago...

On the corridor where Mo Chi and the others were watching.

"Ah." A burly student looked gloomy, shook his head and sighed.

"Ah~" The students of Justice Hall either walked weakly, or beat their chests and stamped their feet, sighing to the sky...

The words "failed the exam" were almost written on his face.

A serious female teacher who was walking in the front couldn't help it. She paused slightly, turned around, and silently glanced at Gu Yiwu and other students who returned as if they were attending a funeral.

The latter blinked at her when they saw this, but then restrained themselves a bit.

Meng Zhengjun shook his head slightly, thinking that these little guys were becoming more and more like a young Confucian scholar after spending so much time with him.

As for whether the closer you are to vermilion, the more you become red, or the closer you are to ink, the more you become black...

Thinking of the guy who volunteered to stay in Dali to finish the job, the prim and serious female teacher pursed her lips, turned her gaze away from the funny Gu Yiwu and others, and said nothing.

"Hey, Brother Gu, are you returning triumphantly?"

Just as the returning group was passing by the entrance of the monastery, Han Wenfu, a senior from the monastery, walked out from the crowd.

After he bowed to Meng Zhengjun, he glanced at the expressions of Gu Yiwu and others and asked calmly.

Han Wenfu, how can you tell that this person has returned triumphantly?

Gu Yiwu complained in his heart, but his face was full of vicissitudes and sighs: "Brother Han, don't joke, this is not a triumphant return. Ziyu and I think that you failed the exam... We have been busy in Dali for so long..."

He waved his hand and changed the subject: "By the way, how did Brother Han and the students of your hall do in the exam? The sacrifice ceremony at the Confucian Temple this time? It should be a perfect ending. Alas, it seems that the first place in this competition has fallen into Brother Han's pocket."

Han Wenfu really wanted to smile and nod, but of course it was just a thought. Mr. Meng was there, and even if he did well in the exam, he had to be humble in front of these teachers.

He controlled his expression of modesty and shook his head.

"Brother Gu, please stop joking with me. This time, the exam... Hey, it looks like Huai Jin and Ruxing Hall will take the top spot again."

After Han Wenfu finished speaking, he first looked at the students who were watching the excitement around him, and then he said softly to Gu Yiwu:

"Brother Gu, don't be too sad. It's just a big test."

I don't know what you, an old fox, are thinking. In Tzuyu's words, we are all thousand-year-old foxes, why are we singing Liao Zhai?

In response to Han Wenfu's concern, Gu Yiwu smiled and nodded, but he pouted in his heart.

He glanced at this senior from the monastic hall with a gentle smile and always felt that he disliked him. He was obviously a man with a gentle and elegant smile like Tzuyu, but Gu Yiwu felt that Tzuyu was more real and approachable, while Han Wenfu in front of him was a little scheming and smiled like a fox.

Han Wenfu also responded with a smile. He glanced at Gu Yiwu, not knowing what he was thinking, and turned to look at the group of students behind Meng Zhengjun.

Han Wenfu quickly scanned the crowd twice, as if he was looking for a figure among them.

He turned around and opened his mouth to ask someone, but at this moment, someone spoke first.

"Hello, Mr. Meng."

Not far away, a certain old-fashioned girl bowed respectfully, and a clear voice was heard.

Meng Zhengjun, who had been walking forward indifferently with his hands held high, finally stopped and turned his head. After seeing the girl, a smile finally appeared on the corner of his calm mouth and he nodded.

"Huai Jin."

Han Wenfu's eyes lit up slightly, he swallowed the question on his lips, showed a warm and decent smile, and greeted him.

Yu Huaijin quickly came with the students of Ruxingtang. She nodded politely to Han Wenfu, without looking at him again, and walked straight past him and came to Meng Zhengjun.

Yu Huaijin glanced behind Ms. Meng, then bowed again and spoke directly to her: "Teacher Meng, is there someone missing? Where is Brother Zhao Rong from our school?"

The old-fashioned girl asked the question on Han Wenfu's behalf.

However, the latter restrained his smile at this time, and glanced at Yu Huaijin's expression, as if he wanted to see something.

Yu Huaijin stared at Mr. Meng.

"Oh, Brother Huaijin is asking about Ziyu."

Gu Yiwu scratched his head and said on behalf of Meng Zhengjun: "After the Fengshan ceremony in Dali was over, he said that he had some things to do and had to stay to finish them, so he asked us and Mr. Meng to return first. Ziyu should be able to return... tomorrow."

Meng Zhengjun and the students of Justice Hall all nodded.

The former held up his hands and looked at Yu Huaijin's expression.

"Hey, Huaijin treats every classmate in the school with great care, which really makes us seniors ashamed."

Han Wenfu then took a step forward, suddenly smiled, turned around and laughed at the students from the monastery who were following him.

"It is a great fortune for the brothers in Ruxing Hall to meet Huai Jin. No wonder Ruxing Hall's grades are always ahead of ours. I heard that most of the students in Ruxing Hall are vying to work hard to give Huai Jin a try... I hope that this new brother Zhao can also understand Huai Jin's painstaking efforts. After this big exam, don't let him down again."

Many students responded in agreement.

However, Gu Yiwu and the students of Justice Hall felt unhappy about what they heard and looked at Han Wenfu, who seemed to be speaking with good intentions.

You're talking in circles, aren't you just trying to fool Yu Huaijin...

However, thinking about the results of the etiquette exam that would be announced in the next few days, they temporarily suppressed their patience and chuckled.

After hearing Gu Yiwu's explanation, Yu Huaijin frowned slightly, but ignored Han Wenfu's exaggeration.

"Are you coming back tomorrow? I saw your expressions from a distance just now and thought...something unexpected happened."

She whispered, her brows relaxed, and she nodded slightly.

In fact, Yu Huaijin asked not only because of her concern for her status as a senior at Ruxing Hall, but she was also asking on behalf of a woman in Confucian clothes.

The prim and prudish girl tilted her head and glanced away.

really.

A graceful figure in Confucian robes was wandering at the back of the crowd, holding a stack of manuscripts in her hands. She hesitated for a moment, but now she stopped her steps.

"Don't worry, Brother Yu, Ziyu is fine. We are safe in Dali... cough cough."

Gu Yiwu didn't notice all the twists and turns on the field, and just smiled and said:

"We are here on behalf of the academy. Dali is right under the academy's nose. Even the great immortals in Duyou City dare not send anyone to intervene openly after learning that our academy is helping Dali. Who dares to mess with our Fengshan students? Besides, with Mister Meng here, she will make all the arrangements. She left with her influence, so who would dare to touch Ziyu?"

The burly student patted his chest and swore something solemnly, and he also cleverly flattered Meng Zhengjun.

Meng Zhengjun glanced at him and didn't say anything else. There was no point in worrying about these unnecessary things. She nodded slightly at Yu Huaijin who was looking at her inquiringly, and then suddenly turned her head in a certain direction.

"Well, what strong wind blew our elegant and noble Miss Zhu to the academy? It's rare to see her. Is Miss not locked in the yard to leisurely write and cultivate her sentiments?"

She spoke calmly to a woman in scholarly attire who was about to turn around and leave at the back of the crowd.

Miss Zhu.

A strange name.

Except for Yu Huaijin, all the students looked at each other in bewilderment.

However, the feud between these two female teachers in the academy has a long history, and no one can figure it out.

Zhu Yourong paused, turned around, and did not look at Meng Zhengjun immediately.

She rolled up the stack of manuscripts in her hand, put her hands behind her back, and then smiled gently at the curious eyes coming from all directions.

"Mr. Zhu."

All the students saluted.

Zhu Yourong raised a jade hand from behind her back and waved it.

Then she turned towards Meng Zhengjun, smiled faintly, and then... suddenly bowed.

The woman in Confucian robes, who had relaxed again, suddenly turned around, put her hands behind her back, and walked away with light steps.

Meng Zhengjun was slightly stunned, somewhat unprepared for Zhu Yourong's reaction.

She was actually ready to take on the sharp remark from this "Miss Zhu".

The old-fashioned woman subconsciously took a few more glances at the graceful back of the woman in Confucian clothes who was walking away.

Is this a change of character? Or is it a confession? Or is it just... a good mood?

Yu Huaijin, who could roughly guess the ins and outs of his teacher's mood, lowered his head and said nothing, but still let out a faint sigh.

Meng Zhengjun shook his head and prepared to leave along the corridor with Gu Yiwu and other students from the Hall of Justice.

Yu Huaijin and Han Wenfu also turned around and returned to the school with their students who had come to watch the fun.

The crowd gradually dispersed.

In another direction, Zhu Yourong, dressed in Confucian men's clothing, walked further and further away with her hands behind her back.

Many students watched from behind as she shook the scroll of manuscript paper by her wrist, with a blue scarf tied around her black hair, from which hung two blue ribbons of varying lengths, fluttering in the wind.

The woman in Confucian robes walked leisurely.

Right at this moment.

An autumn wind suddenly blew from south to north.

The autumn trees in the forest were shaken, and the flowing skirt of the lady in scholar's robes was blown...

Zhu Yourong's back suddenly stopped.

Her black hair fell down unceremoniously like a waterfall - the blue ribbon that tied her hair had broken at some point.

The blue ribbon fluttered away in the bone-chilling autumn wind.

"Meng! Zheng! Jun!"

A rare female roar resounded throughout the Mochi Academy, and spread rapidly throughout the entire academy, with the academy as the center...

The geese in the sky were startled and scattered their formation, taking detours.

Students such as Meng Zhengjun and Gu Yiwu who were about to leave stopped immediately.

Yu Huaijin, Han Wenfu and other Mo Chi students who were about to leave looked back in shock.

The old-fashioned lady frowned tightly when her name was shouted angrily and looked back.

In the distance, a woman in scholarly clothes, whose body was frozen, looked down at the palm of her right hand in a daze, and a few slender fingers trembled uncontrollably.

She turned back suddenly, her eyes wide open, and questioned the old-fashioned woman who led the team back from a distance of a thousand meters: "Where is he?!"

Meng Zhengjun was puzzled for a moment, "Zhu Yourong, what is he?"

The woman in the Confucian robe was facing south, as if she was about to fall. She tilted her head slightly and made some noises, as if she was silently saying something to the far south...

The next moment.

The woman in Confucian robes froze.

The cascading hair that was falling in front of people was also fixed.

The woman was like a character in an ink painting, frozen in silence.

The cold autumn wind couldn't even blow her hair away...

Yu Huaijin wanted to speak.

Meng Zhengjun frowned, "Zhu Yourong, you..."

However, at this moment, within the sight of these people in the distance.

The woman in Confucian robes who was staring towards the south was spreading out her trembling five fingers, and suddenly clenched them. Then, from her body which was fixed in place like a statue... another woman in Confucian robes walked out.

In the distance, two Zhu Yourong appeared.

This scene in everyone's eyes was just like the legendary soul leaving the body.

The second woman in Confucian robes stepped out of the place where the original body was like a phantom. Her appearance was almost exactly the same as the original body. The only eye-catching thing was her pair of snow-white eyes.

His eyes were pure white without a trace of darkness, as if the eyes were completely occupied by the whites.

Zhu Yourong, with cold snow-white eyes, took a step forward without saying a word, and his figure appeared in the air as if teleported.

With her phoenix eyes glaring, she couldn't help but exude the terrifying power of her Nascent Soul, shocking the entire Mo Chi Academy.

Meng Zhengjun frowned and took a step forward to remind him: "Zhu Weirui..."

"roll."

The second 'Zhu Yourong' in the air waved his snow-white long sleeves.

A "thousand-mile-long breeze" that was extremely noble and pure for a Confucian monk "flowed" out from his sleeves.

The wind rises.

In the entire Mo Chi Academy, all the autumn leaves are hanging in the air.

Bookcases, bookshelves, desks, stone benches, students' hands... every Confucian sage book is silently turned...

Today in Linlu, a female gentleman rode the wind southward.