Chapter 342 Waking up from a nightmare
The atmosphere in the academy becomes more and more weird as you go. The reason for this is not Zhou Ji and Yu Lian who are walking together, but a strange man standing on the meadow in the courtyard exuding a sword intent.
When the students gathered around saw Zhou Ji and Yu Lian coming, they hurriedly dispersed to the left and right. Cao Zhifeng, who was confronting the strange man, saw the two of them, crossed his hands, and saluted respectfully.
"Meet the two gentlemen."
Yu Lian has been writing regular script in the old book building for twenty years in order to cultivate himself and get rid of common affairs. Although he has the name of teaching, he has never interfered with the affairs of the academy, let alone Zhou Ji. He has always been a non-staff member of the academy. To put it bluntly, the duty of the cleaner is a cleaner, but because the master personally hires it, the teachers in the front yard are all referred to as gentlemen.
Zhou Ji nodded slightly, glanced at the sharp young man next to him, walked up to Cao Zhifeng, and asked what happened, Cao Zhifeng said respectfully, "This is Liu Yiqing, the younger brother of the sword sage Liu Bai, who came here specially from Jiange of the Southern Jin Dynasty Challenge Mister Thirteen."
"Heh~ Another experience package?" Zhou Ji looked at Liu Yiqing and smiled, "I'm sorry, Mr. Shisan has been punished by the master to go to the back mountain to face the wall and think about his mistakes. Why don't you go back first."
"I don't know how long it will take for Mr. Thirteen to leave the seclusion? If you can't fight Mr. Thirteen, you will retreat. After returning to the Southern Jin Dynasty, I really don't know how to reply to my brother. Since Mr. Thirteen is in retreat, I will wait here for him. .”
Liu Yiqing frowned slightly, and the sharpness around her became sharper, as if she wanted to see through the handsome man in front of her, but she was met with an elegant and easy-going smile, unable to see through the depth of the other party.
"Maybe half a year, maybe ten years, maybe ten years, decades." Zhou Ji shrugged and said with a smile, "He is in prison, if you want to sit with him, then feel free~ "
Liu Yiqing's eyes were fixed, and he said in a deep voice, "Which gentleman is the gentleman on the second floor?"
Zhou Ji couldn't help laughing, feeling the fluctuating sword intent in the air like needles, and said strangely, "I'm not a teacher in the academy, nor a disciple of the master, but I have been a sweeper in the academy for a few years, you won't even A cleaning person wants to challenge, right?"
Turning his eyes to look at the students around him, everyone retreated unwillingly. Just as he and Yu Lian were about to leave, a black light flew from Liu Yiqing's hand from the corner of his eyes. The air wave like the sword light drawing water waves in the air, but it seems to have hit a dam, the sword light is scattered, and the letter hangs in front of him.
"This is a battle post, I hope you will pass it on to Mr. Thirteen."
After Liu Yiqing finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, the light and shadow in front of him suddenly flickered, and Mr. Sweeper, who was more than ten steps away, appeared in front of him without warning, pointed at him as a sword, and slowly pointed at the center of his eyebrows in front of him.
Besides facing his elder brother, Liu Yiqing had never felt such overwhelming pressure. The space around him seemed to be frozen, and he could only watch helplessly as the sword finger got closer and closer in sight, and finally stopped between three inches between his eyebrows.
"Since it's a battle post, of course it has to be submitted in person. This is in line with basic etiquette, isn't it?"
Liu Yiqing's eyes flickered again, a familiar letter appeared between his closed sword fingers, the air around him began to flow again, he subconsciously stepped back half a step covered in cold sweat, and looked at Zhou Jidi with half horror and half horror in his eyes incoming letterhead.
Resisting the urge to draw his sword on the spot, Liu Yiqing slowly stretched out his hand to take the letter, the person in front of him suddenly disappeared, and when he turned around, he only saw Zhou Ji bowing his head and chatting and leaving with Yu Lian, as if everything was an illusion just now , only the back soaked in cold sweat and the battle post pinched in the hands can make people feel real.
"You really don't suffer at all."
Yu Lian's eyes were calm, but the corner of her mouth raised a faint smile.
Walking beside her, Zhou Ji felt the horrified gaze coming from behind her, and said as if ignoring him, "He wants to play tricks on Ning Que, and I don't owe him anything. Let him pretend in front of me and leave. Do you want to save face?"
Yu Lian pretended to be surprised, and there was a smile in her calm eyes, "Are you still concerned about face?"
"Usually you don't care, but now it's different." Zhou Ji muttered something in a low voice, but Yu Lian heard him clearly. He paused in his footsteps, turned his eyes to look at Zhou Ji, and the smile on the corner of his mouth grew a little more, "Obviously I have known you for ten years. Yu Nian, but when I look at you sometimes, I still look like a child who can't grow up."
Returning to the old book building again, Zhou Ji felt unprecedented relaxation. He found the most comfortable position to occupy the table and chair next to the stairs, picked up a book and flipped through it casually. Yu Lian looked at Zhou Ji helplessly, tidied up He picked up some pens, inks, papers and inkstones, moved them to the desk by the window sill, and calmed down to trace the regular script.
Until the afterglow of the setting sun fell on the table from the window crack, and the thin rice paper revealed a warm orange light under the setting sun. Yu Lian paused, and suddenly felt a familiar figure beside him. With a light swing, he met those warm and approving eyes.
"I haven't seen you for a few days, and your Zanhua Xiaokai has improved again."
Yu Lian's eyelashes trembled slightly, she pretended to look away naturally, and lowered her head to look at the small script written just now, for some reason, she suddenly asked, "How does it compare to Master Mo Shan?"
Zhou Ji blurted out, "Compared to lower script, she is better at running script. You have been writing regular script in the old book building for 20 years. In terms of this small script with hairpin flowers, it is on par with the sage of calligraphy."
As soon as the voice fell, the atmosphere suddenly became a little weird.
Zhou Ji glanced at Yu Lian who lowered his head and continued to draw in regular script, as if he had never heard what Zhou Ji just said.
Uh. The third senior sister Ning Que, the female teacher of the academy, seems to be angry.
No, it doesn’t seem like it’s really angry.
From Yu Lian's pen, Zhou Ji felt that she was not not hearing, but rather unhappy.
Ming Mingming praised her hairpin lowercase script as not inferior to calligraphy, but there was a hint of sharpness faintly outlined in Yu Lian's strokes between the lines.
Zhou Ji didn't know what to do, so it was impossible to foolishly ask her if she was angry, and why she was angry. She lowered her head and looked up from the table. The handsome face with drooping hair was calm as usual, without any emotion throughout the day.
Speaking of which, after ten years of acquaintance, Zhou Ji is still not so close. Looking at this female teacher so carefully, when he was lying on the opposite side of the desk and tilting his head to look at her, those clear and quiet eyes moved slightly, and their eyes met. , four eyes blended together, the ink-stained brush was gently raised, and pointed towards the tip of his nose.
"What's wrong with your nose? Is it uncomfortable?"
Ye Hongyu paused for a moment while picking up vegetables, and looked at Zhou Ji curiously.
Zhou Ji touched his nose, looked away from the dark night scene outside the house, touched his nose again, and said in a light voice, "It's nothing, maybe you want to sneeze?"
"Third Senior Sister, what happened to your nose?"
At the back of the academy, Chen Pipi finished her work in front of the stove, and looked at Yu Lian who kept touching her nose and said curiously.
Yu Lian subconsciously covered the tip of her nose with the back of her hand, turned to look at the water tank next to the stove, as if she wanted to check something through the swaying reflection on the water surface.
The seventh senior sister who was embroidering beside her couldn't help laughing, "Pippi, you don't know that, the third senior sister was so absorbed in sketching in regular script today that the tip of her nose was accidentally stained with ink~"
The reflection on the water surface kept shaking, and it was impossible to see whether there was ink marks on the tip of the nose. Yu Lian suddenly saw a bronze mirror protruding from the side, and the shaking heart finally calmed down on the mirror, "Thank you, Seventh Junior Sister."
Yu Lian glanced left and right before she felt relieved.
After dinner, the night gradually darkened.
Last night, I only came to talk about the cultivation system of the Immortal Sword World, but did not teach the mind method. Tonight, Zhou Ji began to guide Ye Hongyu to formally practice the Qionghua Immortal Method.
But this time he didn't intend to teach all night long. He estimated that just after the second watch, he stopped and sent Ye Hongyu back to sleep.
Ye Hongyu was still unwilling, and wanted to continue to meditate after returning home, but was threatened by Zhou Ji that if she didn't sleep, she wouldn't continue to teach her the rest of the mind.
"Obviously I can rest for a while while practicing, why do you insist on forcing me to sleep?" Ye Hongyu felt bitter but helpless. For her, sleeping was not only a waste of training time, but also the most resisting and disturbing thing.
Zhou Ji looked at her fragile appearance that was the same as yesterday, sighed softly, reached out to touch the top of Ye Hongyu's head, and said helplessly, "Didn't I say that yesterday? If you are tense for too long, you will have problems. Although the pain and hatred in your heart can force you to grow stronger, it will also slowly swallow you up, and you will eventually fall into darkness and fall into the abyss."
"After you know your fate, if you want to break through the sixth realm, you need to have a perfect state of mind, and the way is natural." After a pause, Zhou Ji saw the fleeting uneasiness in Ye Hongyu's eyes, and said softly, "How about it, if you still If you feel uneasy, then I will stay with you and wait for you to fall asleep before leaving, is that okay?"
Ye Hongyu felt the sense of security brought by Zhou Ji's palm. Everything in the world, she thought that only holding a sword in her hand could feel at ease, but she felt another kind of peace of mind and trust from the warmth in her palm.
Ye Hongyu's room was quite simple, so simple that it was exactly the same as when she checked in before. Zhou Ji felt from the arrangement of tables and chairs and the fluctuation of dust particles that after Ye Hongyu moved in, she didn't even unfold the bedding. It's just a futon. From the futon to the door, there are two points and one line. Only the tea on the table has been replaced.
Walking to the bed, Ye Hongyu was suddenly at a loss. In the past ten years, it seemed that he had only been injured and passed out a few times lying on the bed. The rest of the time he only practiced sitting cross-legged, never daring to sleep with his eyes closed.
Reaching out to open the waist belt, the slender red ribbon was stretched a little bit, but a thick palm suddenly stretched out and held the back of the hand, "What are you doing?"
"Take off your clothes?" Ye Hongyu looked at Zhou Ji as it should.
Zhou Ji quickly let go, coughed lightly and stepped back a few steps, "Then what, I'll go out first, let me know when it's done."
The rustling sound in the room slipped into Zhou Ji's ears. Zhou Ji, who had been suppressed for more than ten years, used his mana to temporarily adjust his hearing sensitivity. He didn't recover his perception until he heard Ye Hongyu's words in the room.
Pushing open the door and entering, the red dress with a sash was folded beside the bed. There was no spring scene on the bed. Since ten years ago, Ye Hongyu was used to wrapping herself up tightly. Under the fiery red, there was plain white. Lined with a gown, only at this moment can one see the jade neck and wrists protected by multiple layers of clothing.
Fair and flawless, as thin as cream.
Although it still looks tightly wrapped, it is already the limit that Ye Hongyu can accept.
Zhou Ji's gaze was swept away, but Ye Hongyu was the most sensitive to other people's gaze. Every time others looked at him like this, Ye Hongyu would feel disgusted and repelled, as if he had been contaminated with something dirty. People are unwell.
But from Zhou Ji's eyes, she didn't see the uncomfortable filth and filth. Even though she was still a little uncomfortable, she didn't have the killing intent that needed to be suppressed like in the past.
Ye Hongyu glanced at Zhou Ji who was sitting at the table at the front entrance, closed her eyes slightly, tried to let go of her defenses, and let her mind go blank. She fell into a drowsy state, as if she had forgotten her cultivation and her realm.
A pair of Yinxie eyes appeared before her eyes again, the light and shadow shrank, and even her whole body shrank back to her childhood appearance.
Every time she fell asleep, she would have the same dream, a nightmare of pain and torment that she could not resist without Zhu Xian Jianguang.
The pain in the dream was extremely real. This kind of despair and helplessness woke her up from the dream every time. When she woke up, there seemed to be pain left all over her body.
But this time she was no longer as desperate and helpless as usual, the candlestick with a bent and deformed needle tip was knocked down by the man in black again, and the moment her heart fell violently with the candlestick, a warm light dispelled her. The entire darkness enveloped her in it.
The light was so bright that she could only look hard, to see the familiar figure in front of her, the familiar sword.
The static time loop was finally broken, and the dream that had tormented Ye Hongyu for ten years began to cross the loop.
As if everything had been corrected, the sword light passed by, and the bright red blood brought a different color to this bright and warm world.
The evil eyes hidden under the black curtain turned into panic and anger. After the scream of pain, the man in black fled. Blood chases all the way in the warm and bright world.
Looking up, although he could only see the back of the person in front of him, Ye Hongyu already knew his name.
"Zhou Ji."
Zhou Ji lowered her head to look at Ye Hongyu who was curled up in a ball under the quilt, tightly clenched by the corner of the quilt as if she was grasping the only hope, until her frowning eyebrows gradually relaxed, and the pain on her face gradually faded away. Then he sighed softly, tucked up the quilt for her, and quietly left the room.
(The psychological activity of "like a child" is not good to be inserted in the chapter. It is like a boy acting deliberately in front of a girl to protect his face and vanity. Forgive the author for his lack of skill and don't know how to express it. Fighting with people in front of friends is for this reason, sometimes the reason for fighting is very outrageous, it can be understood as superior, dddd.)
(end of this chapter)