Chapter two hundred and eighty-two a grain and purple clothes
At this moment, outside the library, the flow of time seemed to be slowed down.
Time passes very slowly.
On a certain floor of the library, several windows were gently pushed open one after another.
Outside the building, the stopped scholars, students, and people in Suixing Hall all had the same expressions as before.
Zhao Rong's eyes reflected that sword, which went straight, indomitable and unruly.
Suddenly, he thought of a guy who was sleeping in.
I remember that Zhao Rong had just finished the dream of his previous life, and the two of them were about to get to know each other.
Gui Zizi said.
It used to be a sword that could kill people when blocked, and kill gods when blocked by gods. If God dared to block it, it would shatter the sky.
Return it and say it to him proudly.
This is the sword cultivator's sword heart as pure as glass, the courage to move forward, the great freedom of howling for nine days, and the great joy in the universe.
I have solved all the common things in the world with one sword.
However, no matter how good it sounds, Zhao Rong just feels... isn't this a chuunibyou.
Everyone has experienced it, and Zhao Rong has also experienced it before. At a certain stage, he felt that he could hammer the sky and the earth to hammer everything. Only later did he realize that the one who had been pushed to the ground and hammered was him.
However, it seems that the sword cultivator not only thinks about it like this, but also dares to actually do it.
If you encounter anything that is an eyesore, throw out a sword.
A sword.
A sword.
Another sword.
Until one day, the sword broke and the sword cultivator died.
But the 'Second Grade' swordsmanship that Gui said is still there, and the people who came after him are still succeeding...
So from that time on, although Zhao Rong was still the talkative one, he also had a rough mental picture of the past grace and temperament of this cheap sword spirit who liked to have a sharp tongue and was a bit arrogant.
That means being unruly, sharp-edged, and imposing.
A sword without a scabbard.
The shadows of the slender purple sword that Zhao Rong saw in front of him at this moment, which was as tiny as a millet but had an "overwhelming aura" and dared to move forward bravely and handed the sword to the nine-story building that was a hundred feet high, overlapped somewhat.
He was suddenly curious about what Gui's reaction would be if he saw this same unruly sword.
Fencing together?
Well, the friendship between sword cultivators should also be considered.
I don’t know, but I can ask Gui or Qingjun another day...
At this moment, the heartstrings of everyone on the field were all tied to the rebellious and slender purple sword that made the bullfight angry and attracted all the attention as soon as it appeared.
The same is true for Sima Duyi.
Even earlier, before Li Xueyao opened the ordinary envelope, his eyes were fixed on the envelope.
Sima Du stood quietly, his hands hanging by his side, and he turned his head to look at the flying sword that was flying wildly.
After this straight 'purple line' appeared, his eyes never moved away.
Even if it went to contradict the library, Sima Duyi had no special reaction, as if it was... natural.
However, after the old man in black clothes and white eyebrows appeared and scolded him as "nonsense".
His eyelids raised slightly.
Everything that just happened happened in an instant.
At this moment, seeing the purple sun rising and stretching into a straight line the next moment, everyone's hearts tightened. At the critical moment, this cold-eyed young man turned his head towards Li Xueyou and moved his lips slightly.
The place was still quiet, and there was no sound from him. It seemed that some kind of message was transmitted to the woman beside him.
The latter, who was originally stamping his feet in panic and staring blankly, suddenly woke up.
In front of the library, the unruly sword stood still as a thin line in the air, and would stretch away in the next second.
"Come back, come back!"
The woman's urgent voice echoed throughout the audience.
The straight 'purple line' did not move at all, but it did not extend any further and seemed to be temporarily stationary.
"Yisu, come back quickly."
Li Xueyou became anxious and shouted to it.
This straight 'purple line' moved, leaving its original exciting formation and drawing another circle in the air.
It's just that the tip of the sword no longer points forward, but downwards, and the flying sword stands in the air.
Everyone on the court sweated and immediately looked at Li Xueyou.
The old man in black clothes and white eyebrows was still staring at this impudent 'little guy'.
At this moment, it seemed that her words were still useful, and Li Xueyou breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, she hurriedly lowered her head, opened the purse containing the universe with both hands, and hesitated to speak towards the straight 'purple line' in the distance, but finally whispered:
"Xiaosu, come in quickly."
His voice was weak and his expression was weak, like coaxing a child softly.
The straight 'purple line' of restrained purple energy suddenly released and turned into a tiny, slender purple sword again. After being summoned by Li Xueyou, it turned around again, turned in the air, and flew towards her.
Li Xueyou's eyebrows melted and her expression was happy, but in an instant, her smile froze.
Whoosh——!
The slender purple sword, which was originally some distance away from the library, made another sharp turn, turned around, and headed straight towards the library.
In the air, a long purple line seemed to have been drawn straight by someone. A section of the 'purple line' has extended to the library building and shot into the sea of thousands of words!
This situation took a turn for the worse, before everyone on the field had time to react...the two collided.
But!
There was no sound of collision that frightened everyone.
The name of the sword seems to be "Yisu", and the flying sword seems to be submerged in the sea of words.
A drop in the ocean.
Not a trace of movement occurred, and the figure disappeared directly, like a mud cow entering the sea.
The dimples on Li Xue's young cheeks disappeared and she was stunned.
Everyone was stunned and looked surprised.
Zhao Rong frowned and immediately turned to look at the old man in black clothes and white hair. When everyone was stunned, the old man was looking at the other side of the library with a calm expression.
He looked around.
That was on the other side of the collision point between Yisu and the library. At this moment... there was a straight 'purple line' hovering silently.
The library is still intact.
And it actually passed directly through the library.
On the field at this moment, except for the old man with white eyebrows and Zhao Rong.
Sima Duyi, as well as some Confucian scholars among the bystanders, all turned their heads to look at the 'Yisu' who made a false shot.
Afterwards, everyone gradually came to their senses and looked away.
Li Xueyou looked stupid a moment ago, but now her shoulders slumped and she let out a long breath.
In the past, she was a gentle-faced and soft-spoken girl to everyone, but now her eyebrows were raised for the first time.
In the air outside the third floor of the library, a purple line like a droplet circled happily in the air for several times. Then it moved in the direction of the white-browed old man, waving the sword in a show of provocation, as if provoking.
Zhao Rong looked thoughtful at this time. The two had just collided, but this strange flying sword passed through intact.
The library also looked fine, and there was nothing strange about the lines of Confucian scriptures on the stairs.
Is this due to the formation in the library, or...is this Yisu's natal magical power?
Faced with the little guy's provocation, the white-browed old man didn't even raise his eyelids.
The old man knew this first-class flying sword that suddenly appeared. It didn't mean that he had seen it before. Although he had heard about it, it was the first time he saw it today. What really made the old man 'recognize' it at first sight was not even this.
The magical power of a sword like a sword, but it...
The domineering momentum, the arrogant attitude, the unruly wildness.
It was almost exactly the same as the one in the rumors, and the old man felt that it was even worse.
There are very few people on Wangquezhou Mountain who you know like Old Man Baimei, but if you have been to Nanxiaoyaozhou a few times, you will know him even if you don't know him.
In Nanxiaoyaozhou, this kind of "unruly" sword is often accompanied by a purple dress.