Zhu Yourong's warming and forgiving words eased the atmosphere in the hall a little.

But at this moment, in the sight of Zhao Lingfei, Zhu Yourong and Zhao Qian'er, the man who always had a good temper and laughed at everything, now had an extremely calm expression.

Emotions are hard to understand.

But as you can imagine, it's not very good.

So Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Qian'er either stood or knelt, looking at him.

One woman was in a daze, and the other had red eyes.

Zhu Yourong stretched out his hand and wanted to help Xiao Qianer up.

However, the girl, who had the same Confucian wife's hair as the young lady, did not dare to stand up. She still hugged her husband's legs and shook her head at Zhu Yourong.

Zhao Rong frowned and looked away.

So Xiao Qian'er immediately let go and jumped up, with some tear marks on her face, and looked at Brother Rong'er eagerly.

Zhao Rong turned his head and pursed his lips.

Still didn’t look at her and Qingjun.

Zhu Yourong looked at the man who was standing with his hands behind his back and remained silent, and sighed inwardly.

Are you still angry... Why are you acting like a child... These men... Both the young and the old are like this.

The woman in Confucian robes shook her head slightly, thinking of a relative who was just as stubborn and insistent when she lost her temper.

Just then, there was some noise at the door.

Everyone turned their heads in surprise.

Zhu Yourong turned around and walked towards the door.

At the same time, the man guarding the door had already opened the curtain, revealing a group of people outside.

At the door, Li Bai held a sword, his body slightly blocking the four Linlu Confucian scholars in the night ahead.

Zhao Rong turned around and saw a familiar figure.

They are Meng Zhengjun, Mr. Yan, Sima Duyi, and... another 'Zhu Yourong'.

However, this 'Zhu Yourong' no longer had snow-white eyes, but the original pair of beautiful willow-like eyes, clear and crystal.

At the same time, her rude long hair, which had originally cascaded down like a waterfall, had long been tied up into a Confucian cap, making her look dignified and formal.

This is the true body.

At this moment, the roller shutter opens.

In the hall, a woman with snowy eyes and long black hair wearing Confucian clothes walked straight out of the door and "met" the dignified woman wearing Confucian clothes with a crown tied on her head.

A true 'face-to-face' meeting.

The Yuanying with snowy eyes calmly walked into the body of the dignified woman in Confucian clothes.

Then, the two-in-one Zhu Yourong raised her head. Under the gazes of Meng Zhengjun, Mr. Yan, Sima Duyi and others beside her, she looked serious and dignified as she glanced at Zhao Rong in the hall.

In front of others, the two of them still have a tacit understanding.

Zhao Rong nodded and saluted to his teacher and senior brothers outside the door.

Zhu Yourong thanked Li Bai, then turned around, said a few words, and took the initiative to take Meng Zhengjun, Mr. Yan, and Sima Duyi to wait in the distance.

Because the door of the tent was narrow, the people behind had their vision blocked by Zhu Yourong and Li Bai's bodies. In addition, there were other people's families inside, so they didn't want to look. Therefore, the people from the academy didn't notice the tense atmosphere in the tent.

It was thought that Zhao Rong, who had escaped from danger, was reuniting with his wife. Just now, when Meng Zhengjun, Mr. Yan, Sima Duyi and others were on their way to Dali, Zhu Yourong still reported some situations to them.

At this moment, seeing their figures temporarily disappear, Zhao Rong lowered his head, straightened his clothes, and took out a Confucian robe to put on.

At this time, there were only him, Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qianer in the silent hall.

The three people who were close to each other in the past were now in silence.

Zhao Rong moved silently. After getting dressed, he prepared to go out to entertain the teachers and senior brothers in the academy.

Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly stepped forward and grabbed the corner of Zhao Rong's clothes with both hands.

The man stopped and didn't look back.

The woman suddenly smiled brightly, raised her head and asked, "My dear, can I make you your favorite preserved eggs?"

Zhao Rong paused slightly.

Seeing her husband seemed to be hesitant, Concubine Zhao Ling's tone was extremely gentle, and her voice trembled with expectation: "It just so happens that Mr. Yan is here too. Like my husband, he also likes to eat. I will prepare a few more jars of wine. After my husband finishes talking about things, he can bring the teachers and leaders to have a midnight snack."

After she finished speaking, Concubine Zhao Ling held her breath and waited.

She remembered that whenever her husband was a little upset, she would just hold her hand like this and cook her favorite dishes, and he would calm down.

Zhao Rong paused for a moment.

Then.

Bow your head.

Shake your head gently.

"No need to wait for me."

After a pause, he added, "You eat first."

Gone.

The hearts of Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qianer were suddenly excited, and then slowly relaxed.

Although Rong Erge still refused, he at least talked to them, right? He still said a few words and asked them to eat first...

And he didn't just walk away indifferently. That kind of cold violence made the woman feel even more uncomfortable.

Xiao Qian'er breathed a sigh of relief, quickly wiped the tears from her face, hurried to the door, stuck out her little head, and looked forward to watching Brother Rong'er's back as he walked away.

A pair of red peach blossom eyes looking forward to...

Concubine Zhao Ling stood there quietly, looking down at her hands, a dazed look on her pretty face.

"It turns out... he really didn't have that kind of thought. I... misunderstood him."

The woman whispered.

…

Zhao Rong left the tent in silence as he rushed to meet up with Zhu Yourong and the others.

This time, the academy sent Meng Zhengjun, Mr. Yan, and the scholar Sima Duyi to investigate the attack on the student and bring him back to the academy safely.

The people who came to the academy were all people Zhao Rong was familiar with.

Meng Zhengjun agreed to deal with the matter as soon as possible.

She was the leader of the team that led Zhao Rong and others down the mountain. She was almost the first person responsible for Zhao Rong's accident.

So he went down the mountain with a guilty conscience to atone for his sins.

Mr. Yan was the first one to apply to come here. Zhao Rong was a disciple he valued and recommended to the academy. Of course, the old man could not stand idly by when he saw Zhao Rong being murdered this time.

As for Sima Duyi, he was a talented student and also the direct disciple of a deputy headmaster. He was sent by the deputy headmaster to handle the matter on his behalf.

Because this deputy principal was exactly serving his term as principal, all affairs of the academy were under his charge. This time when Zhao Rong was attacked, the principal, who usually did not care about worldly affairs, personally spoke up and asked the deputy principal to pay attention to and handle the matter.

The headmaster had only one intention, which was to investigate the case thoroughly and support Zhao Rong in finding the murderer and bringing him to justice.

So the deputy headmaster sent his direct disciple to investigate the matter as soon as possible.

Apart from the three of them, Zhu Yourong's arrival was quite special.

Logically speaking, since Zhao Rong had an accident at the foot of the mountain, it was not Zhu Yourong's turn to worry about it. There were plenty of people to handle it.

The only connection she had with Zhao Rong was his calligraphy teacher.

But if we insist that this connection is reasonable, then there are five other art masters in Shuexing Hall where Zhao Rong is. Why don't they rush down the mountain to rescue Zhao Rong?

So...the few people who came to Dali together were very confused.

I wonder why Mr. Orchid, who likes to water flowers and write in the yard, came along to join in the fun.

Well, Meng Zhengjun was a slight exception. She knew a little about the reason. She witnessed Zhu Yourong's Nascent Soul leaving her body, and she directly broke the academy's no-fly restriction and went south to rescue people.

At this time, in a forest not far from the tent, Zhu Yourong, Meng Zhengjun, Yan Jidao, Sima Duyi and Zhao Rong met up.

After greeting each other, everyone comforted and showed concern for Zhao Rong.

Mr. Yan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Zhao Rong was safe and sound. After a few pleasantries, he took the initiative to introduce Sima Duyi to Zhao Rong.

He didn't know that the two had met before in the academy because of Li Xueyu.

However, Sima Duyi and Zhao Rong didn't say much, and it was as if they were meeting for the first time.

"Junior Brother Zhao."

"Brother Sima."

The two nodded politely and greeted each other.

Zhao Rong looked at this bookish senior brother who had naturally cold eyes.

"Zhao Ziyu..."

At this time, Meng Zhengjun took the initiative to speak.

She was actually concerned about Zhao Rong's health just like Mr. Yan, and... there was some guilt in her words.

This surprised Zhao Rong.

I didn't expect that the always rigid and stubborn Meng Xuezheng also had a soft side. Before, he was very strong in front of these students...

On the side, while Zhao Rong turned around to greet several other academy teachers, Sima Du looked at Zhao Rong.

Before, because of Li Xueyu and the instigation of some students from Ruxingtang, there was some minor unpleasantness between the two.

But it was only controlled within a very small scope. Right now, he was ordered by the deputy headmaster to come and investigate the attack on Zhao Rong. This was serious business and naturally there would not be any personal emotions involved. This was his principle of doing things.

Sima Du looked at Zhao Rong for a while and found that he didn’t know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that this Junior Brother Zhao had become... more handsome?

He shook his head and dismissed the strange thought.

Now, on the way to Dali, Sima Duyi has roughly figured out the ins and outs of the attack on the students.

And a lot of this information was told to them by a certain Mr. Orchid...

Sima Du's narrow and long eyes, like a woman's, turned and looked at Mr. Zhu.

She was standing at the edge farthest from Zhao Rong, silently watching Zhao Rong talking to others. She had no intention of stepping forward, as if she was just standing by and watching, leaving things to them.

Sima Duyi thought about it, but still didn't understand why Mr. Lanhua followed him.

This time when the students of Mo Chi were attacked, it seemed that there was really no need for her, the elegant and leisurely Mr. Lanhua, to take action.

But before, when Sima Duyi asked her why she came together, this Mr. Zhu said that her Nascent Soul was already in Dali Jiyue Mountain and could show them the way and provide them with some information.

Sima Du nodded without saying anything at the time, but he soon realized that this explanation was wrong:

Then how did your Nascent Soul, Mr. Zhu, arrive at Dali Jiyue Mountain so quickly?

It was much faster than the first batch of Confucian scholars from the academy who were sent here at a rapid speed.

The Nascent Soul is extremely important to cultivators, and generally they will not randomly leave their bodies unless it is extremely urgent. So it is impossible that your Nascent Soul is traveling far away, running out to relax, and just happened to run into the students being attacked...

Sima Duyi was speechless, but it was not convenient for him to ask any more questions. He just couldn't help but look at Zhu Yourong a few more times.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of Mr. Zhu's snow-eyed Nascent Soul who had just walked out of Zhao Rong's tent, and the two seemed to have a close relationship.

He frowned slightly, and thought about some things that the deputy headmaster had briefly mentioned about the new Mr. Lanhua.

Sima Du glanced at Zhao Rong.

Could it be that this Junior Brother Zhao...

Is he the disciple secretly trained by the headmaster?

His expression suddenly became more serious...

Meng Zhengjun's eyes were somewhat complicated at this time, although he had always had some grudges with Zhao Rong before.

But after experiencing the Fengshan ceremony that Zhao Rong had brought to life with his finishing touch, and the incident in which Zhao Rong was killed alone at the foot of the mountain due to her negligence, she herself couldn't quite describe her attitude towards Zhao Rong at this moment...

Meng Zhengjun felt unspeakable in her heart. If Zhao Rong really died this time, then she, who had always been conscientious and fair in her duties, would be tarnished with the stain of making a mistake that led to the death of a student for the rest of her life.

This was something she could never bear, and she would feel guilty and blame herself for the rest of her life.

Not long ago, after learning that Zhao Rong was ambushed by a Jindan realm cultivator, Meng Zhengjun had actually anticipated the outcome and was very pessimistic.

Because in her impression, Zhao Rong was only at the Fuyao realm. Besides being a gigolo and being proud of it, which made her dislike him, he was not outstanding among the students in the academy, and was not as good as Yu Huaijin from Ruexingtang, who was favored by Meng Zhengjun.

How can one resist an attack prepared in advance by a Jindan realm cultivator?

I guess even if Yu Huaijin encountered it, he wouldn't be able to last more than twenty breaths.

However, Zhao Rong, who was jumping around in front of him and seemed to have become more handsome and pleasing to the eye, completely refreshed Meng Zhengjun's preconceived notions.

Because not only did he survive, he also seemed to...kill a Jindan realm master on his own?

When Meng Zhengjun first learned about this, after ruling out the possibility that he was deaf and misheard, he began to have some doubts... Was Zhao Rong from some ancient family in the world of cultivation?

He is a descendant of a family who has been through a lot of trials and tribulations. He pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, but in fact he has a lot of protective items on him. He casually smashes the Jindan realm thief to death...

But these are not the focus at the moment.

What the truth is is still just speculation at the moment. She, Yan Jidao, Sima Duyi and others came here to investigate this.

The point at the moment is that Meng Zhengjun has silently confirmed something that she had previously been reluctant to admit and had been making excuses for.

That is, this Zhao Ziyu is really extraordinary and not an ordinary student.

She had misjudged the person.

Meng Zhengjun was silent for a while.

Before, people only thought that he was a useless transfer student like Fan Yushu in Shuexingtang, a son-in-law who came from the mountains, and he was also ignorant of the seriousness of the matter and went against Yu Huaijin.

This was also her initial bad impression of Zhao Rong. Several subsequent conflicts of ideas further worsened this impression, and it evolved into a strong desire to drive this kind of "cancer" out of Mo Chi Academy, which became the root cause of a series of conflicts later.

Meng Zhengjun lowered his eyes.

However, at this point, the facts have proved that... she was trapped in a vicious circle of being blinded by one thing, and... she had indeed hit a wall.

The things he experienced, such as the Fengshan Ceremony, the counter-killing of Jindan, etc., were not something that ordinary people could do. His courage and bravery in dealing with danger calmly was far beyond the students of the same age in the Mochi Academy in Meng Zhengjun's eyes.

at this time.

After Meng Zhengjun exchanged a few words with Zhao Rong, the former lowered his head and remained silent for a while.

Just when Zhao Rong thought she had nothing to say to him and was about to turn around.

"Well done... well done." The usually serious and old-fashioned female student couldn't help but say in a low voice.

"Um?"

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, then looked slightly stunned. He turned around and faced Meng Zhengjun.

The body and complexion are a little confused.

It seems like I didn’t hear it clearly.

Meng Zhengjun: “…”