The main hall of the underground palace, in front of the dragon coffin.

Mr. Lin Lu Lanhua, who was originally elegant, intellectual and had a strong obsession with cleanliness, seemed to have forgotten the filthiness of the surrounding environment at this moment. He did not notice the blood and brain matter, and without caring about his image, he picked up the one-armed scholar with his delicate body, moving very carefully.

Just like a mother feeding her baby.

This scene fell silently into the eyes of the tall and thin old man.

Even the Snow-White Ink Knight, who was calmly looking around, couldn't help but glance sideways and take a few more glances.

Zhu Yourong turned her back to the two of them, knelt down and hugged him, lowered her head and remained silent.

After carefully examining Zhao Rong, she breathed a sigh of relief.

He was still breathing.

The woman in Confucian robes quickly felt her arms, and realized that she was in a phantom state, without the Sumeru object and personal belongings.

Zhu Yourong immediately made hand gestures and cast a spell. She put two fingers together and tapped Zhao Rong's body lightly like a dragonfly touching the water, sealing the corresponding meridians and blood vessels.

Zhao Rong had one arm broken off and had lost too much blood. He didn't know what kind of brutal battle he had just been through, so his physical strength and constitution were severely overdrawn, even to the point of being exhausted. Even if he recovered, his cultivation level would inevitably decline. If he was not treated enough, he might even be left with hidden injuries.

But what made Zhu Yourong breathe a sigh of relief was that Zhao Rong was still breathing a long breath, thanks to his unusually strong physique compared to people of the same level. The condition was not too bad and he could survive as long as he stopped the bleeding and received treatment in time.

"It's good to be alive..."

The woman lowered her head, stared at the unrecognizable black face in her arms, and whispered something.

Zhao Rong rested his head on the lady's soft breasts, but he could not enjoy it. He seemed to have fallen asleep peacefully.

Zhu Yourong hugged him tightly, then seemed to be afraid that he might not sleep comfortably, so she loosened her arms, adjusted her posture a few times, and then.

She picked up Zhao Rong's Sumeru object on the ground next to her, and with the help of a drop of his blood, she gently broke the restriction of the Sumeru object, carefully took out some healing pills, and fed them to him.

The woman sat on her knees, her head lowered, concentrating seriously, her hands busy.

Occasionally, she would whisper something to Zhao Rong in her arms, but only her lips moved slightly, so others could not hear clearly.

The hall fell silent for a moment.

The tall and thin old man turned his gaze away from the dragon coffin, was silent for a moment, turned his head, and finally looked at the snow-white figure of Mo Xia behind him.

The old man nodded at him.

Snow White Ink Knight also nodded in response.

The two knew each other and could even be considered colleagues to some extent.

Just when Xuebai Moxia was about to turn around and check for clues in the hall.

The tall and thin old man suddenly spoke up: "She is a new teacher at Mochi Academy. This is her first class. She is kind and protective... In a moment of urgency, she showed some caring behavior to her students. I'm sorry to make you laugh."

The old man explained and bowed.

The snow-white ink knight with a very long belt could not help but glance at the old man, who he rarely interacted with and always had a solemn and serious impression of. He nodded, his expression unreadable, but he did not look at that place any more.

At this time, the woman in Confucian robes who was looking after Zhao Rong suddenly spoke:

"who is he?"

There was silence in the hall for a while.

The tall and thin old man had just discussed the identity of Snow White Ink Knight with Zhu Yourong.

So she wasn't asking about this Snow White Ink Knight.

It was the strange corpse on the ground, the owner of the golden elixir in the corner… the person who caused Zhao Rong to lose his arm and nearly die.

The tall and thin old man did not answer, but turned around and walked a few steps, saying without looking back:

"I have already notified the academy. They will send someone to Jiyue Mountain to deal with this incident. You should stabilize his injuries first. This scholar's jade disk is about to collapse. We will go back first. I will tell you the location of this place later. Your Nascent Soul is out of your body. Although you have Kuaizaifeng to protect you, you must be careful..."

Zhu Yourong: "Who did it? Him, or them."

She lowered her head and asked in a calm tone.

The tall and thin old man looked back at the figure of the woman in Confucian robes in front of the dragon coffin, but did not speak immediately.

Zhu Yourong suddenly raised her hand and wiped Zhao Rong's unrecognizable cheek with a handkerchief. There was a tear on the cheek that was bleeding.

…

She had forgotten when she had given the white handkerchief with the orchid scent to Zhao Rong. He had folded it neatly and placed it in a specially reserved place in the Sumeru object.

Now, the white handkerchief becomes wetter and wetter as it rubs.

It became a red handkerchief.

A delicate hand suddenly grasped the red handkerchief, and blood flowed out from the gap of the fist.

dropping.

"You know him, don't you?"

Zhu Yourong asked softly, "Is he a scholar from Linlu?"

Seeing that she was becoming more and more irrational and suspicious and thinking of the worst, the tall and thin old man frowned slightly and said directly:

"This old Jindan scholar's spiritual cultivation and Confucianism have some traces of Siqi, and have nothing to do with Lin Lu. He was disfigured during his lifetime, and it was not a short time ago. It has been so long that I cannot 'restore' his true appearance and trace his true identity."

The tall and thin old man lowered his eyes, glanced at Qin Jianfu's body, and said calmly:

"A Jindan-level Confucian cultivator from Siqi would not be an unknown figure in Wangquezhou. I will go to the old fellow of Siqi Academy to find out the situation, but this matter is very likely to have nothing to do with Siqi Academy."

"Once a Confucian student graduates and leaves the academy, as long as he or she does not hold a position in the Confucian school, he or she will have no significant connection with the academy other than the relationship of worship. He or she will be responsible for his or her own actions, unless it is against the will of heaven and earth or violates the moral principles of the Confucian school."

"Moreover, this matter may also be a personal grudge between this Jindan old scholar and Zhao Ziyu, and this is an act of revenge..."

He paused, put his hands behind his back and said calmly: "But no matter what, a Confucian student from our Linlu Academy was killed while on official business. The academy must stand firmly on his side and seek justice for him. It is not right for the Confucian students in our academy to be bullied in vain."

The tall and thin old man, who was very protective of his own people, spoke in a cold and dignified manner.

He stared at Zhu Yourong and said word by word, "But before we find out the truth, you are not allowed to act recklessly."

Zhu Yourong neither nodded nor shook her head. She lowered her head and continued to wipe Zhao Rong's terrifying face with gentle and careful movements.

The tall and thin old man, who looked intimidating without even getting angry, frowned more and more the more he looked.

If there weren't outsiders present, he wouldn't have the patience to dissuade so much nonsense.

As usual, the two would start arguing as soon as they disagreed.

The atmosphere was quiet for a while.

The tall and thin old man suddenly remembered the smiling suggestion from the old man who played chess with him not long ago.

His brows relaxed a little. He walked to Zhu Yourong, squatted down, and silently tied the scholar's jade disk in his hand back to Zhao Rong's waist.

Zhu Yourong lowered her head and didn't look at the tall and thin old man.

The old man patted his sleeves, nodded and took the initiative to say: "Killing Jindan with Fuyao, and still surviving... Zhao Ziyu, I remember his name."

However, Zhu Yourong said coldly: "He lost an arm and his appearance was ruined, just to make you remember his name? He was merciful enough to write it down in that broken notebook when you go back?"

The tall and thin old man put one hand behind his back and held the gentleman's jade pendant at his waist with the other hand, and said calmly:

"A seven-foot-tall man, what does it matter if one arm is broken and one face is disfigured?"

Zhu Yourong suddenly raised her head, looked at the old man's very familiar face, and said word by word: "He has a broken arm and his appearance is ruined."

The tall and thin old man nodded: "I know."

He nodded again, "So, this means we can't survive?"

Zhu Yourong pursed her lips tightly.

His eyes were fixed on the old man.

The two men, one tall and one short, looked at each other in the air, neither of them giving in.

Not far away, a certain Snow White Ink Knight couldn't help but turn his head and take another look at them.

Well, are you sure this is just ordinary teacher concern for students?