Chapter 387: Chapter 281 Whose Sword (Thanks to ‘暔昼’, a good brother for the Q reading alliance reward!)_2 Chapter 387: Chapter 281 Whose Sword (Thanks to ‘暔昼’, a good brother for the Q reading alliance reward!)_2 At this mont, faced with Li Xueyou’s dimples.
Sima Duyi didn’t speak, but his eyes, half-closed as if not fully awake, stared intently at her smiling face, montarily captivated.
To Sima Duyi’s staring at her face, Li Xueyou was accustod, yet she still sighed softly in her heart.
The dimpled girl quietly hid away her dimples.
Sima Duyi ca back to his senses, his smile seemingly deeper as he shook his head, “No need to thank , this is an early birthday gift for you, it’s only a few days away.”
“Oh, Duyi brother, you actually rembered.”
“How could I forget?”
Li Xueyou’s eyes curved, but suddenly, tilting her head back, she slowly bowed it down, whispering sorrowfully:
“My dad forgot, last ti I went back, no matter how I hinted, he couldn’t catch on, he doesn’t rember.”
Upon hearing this, Sima Duyi lifted his eyelids.
He wanted to speak but chose not to point out the obvious reason.
After all, from any aspect of Sima Duyi’s identity, he did not wish to offend a certain smiling elder within Du You City.
Yes, he did not want to, absolutely did not want to, appeasing him was already too late.
He even had to drink wine that he was coerced into drinking by him…
At that mont, he stayed quiet for a while, then said: “Uncle, he… has he been well lately?”
Li Xueyou, hearing this, bead with joy, “He is very well, yes, except for occasionally not sleeping on ti.”
Sima Duyi gently nodded, his eyes half-closed, he looked around Li Xueyou, nodding at the enthusiastic students from Shuaixing Hall approaching her.
Seeing this, they responded warmly, affectionately calling him ‘senior brother,’ and the crowd started to get lively.
Whether exchanging pleasantries or posing so questions.
This lively scene, in contrast with the quietness when soone lectured, where few responded when he spoke, was starkly different.
Zhao Rong slightly curled his lips, wanting to tell them that they were currently in class, and the teacher was right here.
This was like a scene of eting an idol, he watched calmly.
Reading Seed…
The young Confucian Scholar nodded slightly.
At this mont, Sima Duyi, in front of these students of Li Xueyou, no longer appeared as distant as before.
To everyone’s questions, he answered thodically, sparing no detail.
The students from Shuaixing Hall beca even more enthusiastic, Wu Peiliang, who had always been ‘rising in revolt’ during Zhao Rong’s classes due to unrestained righteousness, kept calling him ‘Duyi senior brother’, combined with a sowhat soft tone, which made Zhao Rong start to doubt…
Before long, Sima Duyi finished the pleasantries, turned his head, facing Li Xueyou.
“Little Xueyou, you are still in class, let’s call it a day for now, I’ll co to find you later, we can go visit uncle together in the city.”
“Mm.”
Li Xueyou nodded.
Sima Duyi didn’t leave.
He stood quietly in his spot, eyes slightly narrowed, staring at the envelope in his hand that bore no address almost reverently.
Li Xueyou tilted her head to look at the envelope, curiosity in her expression, “Duyi brother, this?”
Sima Duyi, the curve at the corners of his lips relaxing, wordlessly handed it over.
Li Xueyou slightly opened her mouth, then paused, her eyes questioning.
Sima Duyi gently nodded.
Li Xueyou couldn’t hide her dimples any longer, she happily accepted, sweetly calling out, “Thank you, Duyi brother.”
Sima Duyi shook his head and did not speak, his eyes still lingering on the envelope which had left his hand.
Li Xueyou made to put away the envelope, but seemingly noticing his gaze, the movent of her hand holding the envelope paused.
The next mont, her palm flipped, and she opened the seemingly ordinary, thin envelope right then and there, instantly! A dazzling ‘purple line’ slid straight out from between the thin sheets of paper, not falling to the ground vertically, but shooting upwards into the sky like a startled swan escaping.
All of this happened in a flash, and the people around only caught a glimpse before they could react.
Zhao Rong was the sa; he ca back to his senses and looked.
He saw that the straight ‘purple line’, dazzlingly bright, after freeing itself from what seed like a mundane envelope’s cage, did not actually escape.
Instead, at three ters above Li Xueyou’s head, revolving quickly around her as the center, it kept moving ceaselessly.
What’s more, the radius of its rotation was increasing rapidly, reaching tens of ters in a blink, circulating overhead amidst the crowd.
This phenonon imdiately caught the attention of everyone outside the library.
Zhao Rong furrowed his brows, focusing his sight, but still could not make out what this ‘purple line’ truly was – its light was brilliant but did not scatter, highly concentrated, and for the mont, no breath of it leaked.
He looked up sharply, because during his mont of distraction, the ‘purple line’ had already crossed over his head.
He looked up, at the sa ti hesitating whether or not to wake Gui; he should know…
Just then!
Clang——————!
A sound like that of a gigantic bell crashing vibrated through the air, the powerful magnitude of the blast, and the resulting shockwave, nearly toppled several Confucian scholars without cultivation to the ground.
The straight “purple line” had collided with the protective enchantnt of the library.
It dared to smash into one of the most conspicuous buildings inside Linlu Academy!
Just because the library was blocking its exuberant path.
Zhao Rong’s feet rooted to the ground, unshaken, but the grandiose sound of the bell still rang in his ears.
But at this mont, he no longer paid attention to these sounds, instead, his gaze was fixed.
This nine-storied library indeed contained mysteries unseen to the naked eye, showing strands of bizarre and shining scriptures densely erging on the structure, appearing both illusory and tangible.
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