Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty Eighth Chapter Xuemu Yuanying and the Confucian Gentleman
In Mochi Academy, there are six schools located along the corridor.
At this time, outside the school, autumn leaves were flying in the sky, and the open space below was crowded with students from each class.
However, the entire crowd was silent at this moment, and even their breathing could not help but be deliberately suppressed...
They opened their eyes wide and silently looked at the original woman in the scholar's shirt who still stayed in the distance.
Just a few breaths ago, a woman with a unique look in scholar's clothes walked out of her body, with a pair of snow-white eyes, and she was already riding the wind southward.
Meng Zhengjun frowned tightly and stared at the direction in which the being who seemed to be Nascent Soul but was not Nascent Soul was leaving.
Logically speaking, it is forbidden to fly in the academy, and the prohibition rules are very strict. Even she, Mr. Xuezheng, who is in charge of etiquette, and um, even the deputy mountain chiefs can't break it.
but.
That snow-eyed Zhu Yourong just left in a swaggering manner as if nothing happened.
The ancient magic circle restrictions that shrouded the academy did not stop it at all.
Because...she has a "happy wind".
Seeing it is like seeing a gentleman.
Therefore, the woman in Confucian robes who was gracefully saluting in front of Meng Zhengjun a few breaths ago burst into anger as if a gunpowder bottle had been lit, and Meng Zhengjun was unable to pursue her immediately.
Not only because of the academy's prohibition rules, but also... She, who is also a half-step Nascent Soul, is not as "generous" as a certain eldest lady.
It can condense the Nascent Soul and be thousands of miles away from the body.
Simply... outrageous.
Meng Zhengjun's eyelids twitched, he looked away, and suddenly turned back.
"Zhu Weirui, calm down! What on earth is going on? This is an academy. It's a nonsense. It's useless for anyone to come here today. Please give me an explanation!"
As Meng Zhengjun drank softly, his figure flashed and appeared in front of Zhu Yourong, whose physical body was still there.
The woman in a scholar's shirt with three thousand black hair hanging down like a waterfall was lowering her head and staring blankly at her clenched right fist. It seemed that there was something hidden in this small fist that she did not dare to face.
"You want...an explanation?"
The woman in Confucian robes was shaking, she murmured softly, and suddenly raised her head:
"Meng Zhengjun, I want you to give me an explanation! As Mochi Xuezheng, he led the team down the mountain and was responsible for guarding the students, but he was arrogant and neglected his duties!!"
Zhu Yourong gritted his teeth, waved his jade hand, and pushed away the stunned Meng Zhengjun in front of him.
The woman had black hair like a waterfall and reddish eyes. She grabbed the hem of the snow-white shirt that was in the way of mopping the floor. She hurried along the straight corridor towards a certain place in the Mochi Academy...
The previous image of a handsome and beautiful gentleman with elegant temperament and intellectual temperament has disappeared without a trace at this moment.
This is very rare and disrespectful in an academy where everything is rigid.
"You...you said..."
Meng Zhengjun was stunned on the spot, and slowly retracted his outstretched hand, his head full of doubts.
"Arrogance and dereliction of duty..."
This prim and serious female gentleman suddenly turned around and glanced at the crowd of returning people who were missing one person. The next moment, she seemed to think of something. When she woke up, she quickly took out something from her sleeve that had no warning.
.
"Isn't it... bad!"
Meng Zhengjun frowned, turned around in an instant, and immediately followed the figure of a woman in a scholar's shirt who was running recklessly.
The golden sunset covers both sides of the Mochi Corridor.
After the two female college teachers left in a hurry, the atmosphere among the students was quiet for a while.
After a while, they withdrew their gazes that were either curious, puzzled or complicated.
The crowd of students who watched the whole process had countless eyes intersecting with each other, and the noisy discussion could not be suppressed.
"This is really the elegant and casual Orchid who gave us calligraphy lessons in the past...Mr. Zhu?"
There were students who had long admired and paid attention to Mr. Lanhua and could not help but murmur.
"Nonsense, this can be fake." A student interjected.
"But...what happened? Mr. Zhu and Mr. Meng got into a quarrel, and Mr. Zhu...was so anxious."
Everyone murmured, and the atmosphere in the crowd was confused.
However, there are also some students who are born with extraordinary knowledge and experience and cannot help but wonder about other things.
"That was... the Kuai Zai Wind just now? Isn't Mr. Zhu just the first-class Confucian scholar? Without a gentleman, isn't this noble and rare Kuai Zai Wind only given by us Confucian gentlemen? It's the same as the Taoist Purple Qi.
"
"Hey, there is such a saying. I have never heard it before. Brother Chen, please explain it carefully."
After the students in the crowd heard this, some students curiously asked the person who had just spoken.
The latter waved his hand and said that he didn't know much, that's all.
In front of the crowd, seniors from three schools, including Yu Huaijin, Gu Yiwu, and Han Wenfu, frowned and glanced at the discussion among the students behind them, without saying anything.
Everyone made wild guesses and talked about it with great interest.
Among the crowd of students in front of Suixing Hall, Xiao Hongyu said in confusion:
"Isn't Mr. Zhu a half-step Nascent Soul? He can also condense a specific Nascent Soul and leave the body at will?"
She is interested in spiritual practice and therefore knows a lot about it.
Everyone was also awakened after hearing this.
"Yes, Mr. Zhu, this is... is it the Nascent Soul or the outer body of the Yang God trained in special secret techniques?"
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PS: Brothers, please refresh at three o'clock in the morning...