Chapter 896: Chapter 528_2
By principle, flying is prohibited within the Academy, and the restrictions are very strict. Even I, the chief ceremonial teacher, and um, even the Deputy Mountain Masters cannot bypass them.
However.
Zhu Yourong, with her snowy eyes, just left with great impunity as if nothing happened.
The ancient Array clamping the Academy didn’t obstruct her in the slightest.
Because… she possesses a ‘Quick Wind’.
To see it is to see a gentleman.
Therefore, the Confucian-robed lady who was gracefully saluting before Meng Zhengjun a few breaths ago, seemed to have been ignited like a firecracker and burst forth in anger, leaving Meng Zhengjun unable to catch up immediately.
Not only due to the Academy’s restricting rule but also… she, half a step to Nascent Soul like the lady, didn’t have such ‘magnificent’ means to act.
She can condense a Nascent Soul and let it leave her body a thousand miles away.
Simply… incredible.
Meng Zhengjun’s eyelid twitched heavily, taking back his gaze, and suddenly turned around.
“Zhu Weirui, calm down! What on earth is happening? This is the Academy; enough of this nonsense. No matter who comes today, it’ll be useless. Give me an explanation!”
Meng Zhengjun’s voice tightened as he lightly drank, his figure flashed, and he appeared in front of Zhu Yourong whose physical body had stayed.
The Confucian-robed woman’s three thousand black strands cascaded like a waterfall, her head lowered, gazing blankly at her tightly clenched right fist, as if within the small fist lies something she dared not face.
“You want… an explanation?”
The Confucian-robed woman seemed about to fall, whispered briefly, then suddenly raised her head:
“Meng Zhengjun, I want you to give me an explanation! As a Mochi Academy teacher, leading down the mountain, bearing the duty of guarding the students, yet arrogant, negligent!!”
Zhu Yourong gritted her teeth, waved her Jade Hand, pushing away the stunned Meng Zhengjun before her.
The woman’s black hair cascaded like a waterfall, her eyes slightly red. Grabbing the obstruction of the trailing white orchid gown hem, she urgently ran along the straight corridor towards some place within the Mochi Academy…
The formerly elegant and insightful image of the graceful female teacher had vanished without a trace.
This is extremely rare and rude within the strictly conventional Academy.
“You… you say…”
Meng Zhengjun stood there stunned, his outstretched hand slowly retracting, full of doubts.
“Arrogant, negligent…”
The rigid and austere female teacher unexpectedly turned back, her eyes swept over the returning crowd missing one person, and in the next instant, she seemed to remember something, suddenly enlightened, then quickly took out something from her sleeve that had reacted without any warning.
“Could it be… not good!”
Meng Zhengjun knitted his brow, instantly turned his body, and immediately followed the relentless pursuit of some Confucian-robed woman’s back.
On both sides of the Mochi corridor, covered by the golden sunset.
After the two Academy female teachers hurriedly departed, the atmosphere among the students was momentarily silent.
Shortly, they retracted their or curious or confused or complex gazes.
The students who witnessed the entire process began whispering discussions that couldn’t be suppressed.
“Is this truly the same orchid… Teacher Zhu who taught us calligraphy with elegance and ease?”
Some students who had long admired and focused on the orchid teacher couldn’t help but whisper.
“Rubbish, there’s no doubt about it.” some students interjected.
“But… what exactly happened for Teacher Zhu and Teacher Meng to argue, and also, why Teacher Zhu… is so urgent.”
The crowd muttered on, the atmosphere within them puzzled and confused.
However, some students from exceptional backgrounds and extraordinary insights couldn’t help but wonder at other matters.
“Was that just now… Quick Wind? Isn’t Teacher Zhu merely a first-ranked Confucian scholar and has not yet become a gentleman? Isn’t this noble and rare Quick Wind only granted by the Confucian Temple to us Confucian gentlemen, just like the Daoist Purple Energy?”
“Wow, I haven’t heard of that before, Brother Chen, please elaborate.”
The students in the crowd hearing this, turned curiously to the one who had just spoken.
The latter waved his hand, saying he didn’t know much more, just that bit he just mentioned.
In the front of the crowd, Yu Huaijin, Gu Yiwu, Han Wenfu, and other students from the three academies looked back at the students’ discussion without saying anything.
The crowd buzzed with wild speculations, relishing it.
In the crowd in front of Shuaixing Hall, Xiao Hongyu curiously voiced:
“Can a Nascent Soul leave the body?”
Her background gave her considerable understanding of cultivation. Within Mochi Academy, six classrooms were situated along the corridor.
At this time outside the classrooms, autumn leaves were swirling in the air, and below, on the open ground, the students from various halls were packed together.
Yet, all the crowd was silent at this moment, even deliberately suppressing their breaths…
They widened their eyes, silently watching the original form of a Confucian-robed woman standing in the distance.
Just a few breaths ago, an identical Confucian-robed woman had emerged from her body, with a pair of snow-white eyes, swiftly riding the wind southward.
Meng Zhengjun furrowed his brows tightly, his eyes fixed on the direction where the presence, seemingly Nascent Soul yet not, had departed.
According to the rules, flying within the Academy was prohibited, with strict restrictions; not even the teachers responsible for the ceremonial rites, nor even those few Deputy Mountain Masters could exceed them.
However.
Saka looked seriously, making trouble over there at Lhasa.
Meng Zhengjun’s eyelids twitched violently, he withdrew his gaze and suddenly turned around.
“Zhu Weirui, calm down! What on earth is happening? This is the Academy, this is simply nonsense, no one can help today, give me an explanation!”
As Meng Zhengjun rebuked steadily, his figure flashed, appearing in front of Zhu Yourong’s corporeal form.
The Confucian-robed woman’s three thousand strands of blue hair cascaded down like a waterfall, she was lowering her head, staring blankly at her tightly clenched right fist, as if something inside that small fist held a truth she dared not face.
“You want… an explanation?”
The Confucian-robed woman was on the verge of collapse, murmuring, then suddenly raised her head:
“Meng Zhengjun, I want you to give me an explanation! As the principal teacher of Mochi, leading the team down the mountain, bearing the duty of guarding the students, yet exhibiting arrogance and dereliction!!”
Zhu Yourong, gritting her teeth, waved her Jade Hand, pushing away the dazed Meng Zhengjun who was in front of her.
With her dark hair like a waterfall, and reddening eye corners, she lifted the snow-white flowing hem of her obstructive robe, and hurriedly ran along the straight corridor towards a certain place within Mochi Academy…
The previously elegant and composed image of the intellectual teacher had vanished without a trace now.
This was extremely rare and inappropriate in an Academy where every move conformed to strict norms.
“You… you say…”
Meng Zhengjun stood stunned, slowly retracting his extended hand, his mind filled with doubts.
“Arrogance, dereliction…”
This stern and serious female teacher suddenly turned back, her gaze scanning the returning crowd missing one person, and the next instant, as if realizing something, she awoke with a start, then swiftly pulled something from her sleeve without any reaction or warning.
“Could it be… not good!”
Meng Zhengjun furrowed his brow, immediately spun around, and followed the dashing figure of the Confucian-robed woman without hesitation.
On both sides of the Mochi corridor covered by the golden sunset.
The atmosphere among the students was silent for a moment after the two female teachers hurriedly left.
Soon, they withdrew their curious, puzzling, or complex gazes.
The crowd of students who witnessed the entire process exchanged their crisscrossing glances, and the noise of discussions bubbled up uncontrollably.
“Is that really the graceful and laid-back Confucian Mr. Zhu who taught us calligraphy classes?”
Some students who had long admired and paid attention to the Orchid Teacher couldn’t help but mutter.
“Nonsense, there’s no mistaking that.” Another student chimed in.
“However… what on earth happened, why did Mr. Zhu and Mr. Meng argue like that, and why was Mr. Zhu… in such a hurry?”
The crowd began to murmur in puzzlement.
Yet, some students from notable backgrounds and uncommon insight couldn’t help but be astounded and curious about other matters.
“Was that… the Kuaisu Wind? Isn’t Mr. Zhu only a first-class scholar of the Confucian, not a gentleman? Isn’t this noble and rare Kuaisu Wind only granted by the Confucian Temple to our Confucian gentlemen, just like the Daoist Purple Energy?”
“Huh, such a statement exists, I hadn’t heard of it before, Brother Chen, speak more about it.” The students in the crowd, upon hearing this, curiously asked the one who had just spoken.
The latter waved his hand, admitting he didn’t know much, just as he had said before.
In front of the crowd, Yu Huaijin, Gu Yiwu, Han Wenfu, and other senior students from three classrooms glanced at the students’ discussions behind them without saying anything.
The crowd was wildly guessing, reveling in the topic.
In the student crowd in front of Shuaixing Hall, Xiao Hongyu spoke out in confusion:
“Can a Nascent Soul also go out of the body?”
Her background gave her considerable understanding of cultivation.