In the early morning, the distant mountains were shrouded in clouds and mist, and the sound of reading in the bright morning came from the forest.
The schedule of Hongmeng Academy is extremely strict. Morning reading starts at 90 o'clock every day, and morning reading ends with morning, afternoon, and evening classes. It was not until Hai Shi that he could finish his whole day's homework and return to the disciple's courtyard.
The academy has a rest every ten days, and the immortals usually choose the rest day to hold a large class to answer questions and lecture on the scriptures. There is no threshold, and the disciples can participate freely.
In short, the schoolwork is better than the mortal cultivation sect.
When the hour came, the morning bell rang slowly, and the sound of morning reading gradually stopped.
The morning class at the yellow level is taught by Tianquan Xianjun. Daojing textbooks are boring and boring. In addition, Tianquan Xianjun is rigid and strict, reading the scriptures slowly and shaking his head, which makes the torture endless.
Twenty-three of the newly admitted disciples this year were assigned to the Yellow Rank, and with the original ones, there are now no less than forty disciples at the Yellow Rank. In less than half an hour, the classroom was already lying down.
There were corpses all over the field, only Ji Chaoyun was still sitting upright.
"I only understand now that there are people outside people, and there are days outside the sky."
Finally, when the class was over, the disciples walked out of the classroom one after another. Ye Chenxing lay on the long case and said feebly, "I once thought that there would never be a more terrifying place in this world than my mortal teacher, who would have thought... "
Beside him, Bei Ran also looked like he was wandering too much: "Brother Ye, I tried my best, take notes and find someone else. Half an hour is the limit, if I hold on, I will doubt why I came here. …”
"It's okay, I understand." Ye Chenxing said in a vicissitudes of life, "I was already doubting this matter when I had a stick of incense."
After the two finished speaking, they invariably looked at Ji Chaoyun's back, who was still sitting in front of the desk, writing something with his head down.
Bei Ran sighed: "As expected of Big Brother Ji, he actually listened to it for two hours."
"Nonsense, can others be the same as us?" Ye Chenxing said, calling out to Ji Chaoyun, "Chaoyun, you are the most reliable, please remember to borrow me to take a look... Chaoyun?"
Ji Chaoyun did not answer.
The two looked at each other, vaguely realizing something.
Ye Chenxing tentatively reached out and patted Ji Chaoyun's shoulder.
Ji Chaoyun raised his head from the scroll, a faint light flashed across his auricles, and the sound shielding technique was withdrawn: "Are you talking to me just now?"
Ye Chenxing: "..."
Kitano: "..."
Ji Chaoyun blinked blankly and closed the book he was copying. From the perspective of the two of them, it is not clear what book it is, but the slightly outdated book cover shows that it must not be the "Shangqing Daojing Bipolar Chapter" that Tianquan Xianjun taught for three hours in the morning.
Ye Chenxing slowly gave him a thumbs up.
After the morning class, the yellow-character disciples were going to Yanjianping to practice swordsmanship. The three of them walked out of the classroom, and Ji Chaoyun said, "You guys go first, I have something else to do."
Ye Chenxing didn't ask more, just said: "Then you should hurry up, don't be late."
Ji Chaoyun nodded, turned his head and walked towards another road.
The classroom is located in a pine forest to the west of the main peak, and only the outlines of white walls and blue tiles can be vaguely seen in the shade of green pine trees. Ji Chaoyun walked through the bluestone-paved path behind the classroom, and walked inward along the mountain road. At the end of the road was another classroom.
Outside the classroom stood a wooden sign with the character "Xuan" written on it.
Tianji Xianjun, who teaches at the Xuanzi level, is notorious for procrastination, so when Ji Chaoyun arrived, the disciples in the classroom had just left the class. He retreated to the dark and waited for a moment, and the sound of footsteps soon came from behind him.
Ji Chaoyun turned around and nodded towards the other party: "Senior Brother Xiao."
Xiao Jue was not tall, and her delicate face was full of embarrassment. When he saw that there was no one around, he whispered: "You're here, give me the things quickly."
Ji Chaoyun took out a few scrolls from his sleeves and handed them over to Xiao Jue.
Xiao Jue took stock and asked, "Why is there one book missing?"
Ji Chaoyun lowered his eyes: "That book... I haven't finished reading it yet."
Xiao Jue was silent for a while, and it was not difficult for him: "Forget it, you can finish reading it and return it to me, so as to save the night of long dreams."
"But..." Ji Chaoyun looked a little hesitant and asked, "Is there really no way to ask senior brother earlier?"
"Chaoyun, it's not that Senior Brother doesn't want to help you, it's really that guy—"
Suddenly, a voice sounded behind the two of them: "Xiao Jue, what are you doing here?"
Ji Chaoyun was no stranger to this voice, he frowned a little, and when he looked back, it was indeed Xu Zixing, the deacon disciple who assigned him to Wenqufeng on the day he entered school.
Most of the deacon disciples of Hongmeng Academy were selected from Xuanzi and Earth characters, so it is not surprising to meet them here.
Xiao Jue's expression froze, and he didn't know how to answer when he heard Ji Chaoyun say, "Thank you Senior Brother Xiao for telling the disciples about the assessment, and I will leave now."
Ji Chaoyun was about to leave, but was stopped by Xu Zixing: "Assessment matters... Did you come to ask so early?"
"So what?"
Xu Zixing looked him up and down, and said sarcastically, "I almost forgot that our junior brother Ji is a once-in-a-hundred-year-old inferior spiritual root in the academy. If you fail the quarterly exam in March, you will be expelled from the school. You should prepare in advance."
Ji Chaoyun didn't eat his set, and asked coldly, "Is there anything else?"
"What do you think?" Xu Zi couldn't help himself, so he gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "What kind of magic trick did you cast on me before that made Lao Tzu lie down on the bed—"
Before he finished speaking, he turned his eyes away unnaturally, his expression extremely ugly.
Ji Chaoyun saw the change in his expression, and suddenly smiled lightly. The corners of his mouth raised a mocking arc, but there was no smile in his eyes, instead there was a hint of monstrous coldness.
Xu Zixing's back was chilled by his appearance, and he asked, "Why are you laughing?"
"That's not a magic trick." Ji Chaoyun leaned forward slightly, leaned against Xu Zixing's ear, and said softly, "It's just a few gadgets I raised, they haven't seen strangers for a long time, they're very curious. Senior brother Xu is the best Don't get too close to me lest...they sneak out again."
Xu Zixing's face changed drastically, and instinctively took a few steps back. But he quickly regained his senses, forced himself to stop, and scolded: "You are so bold! Hongmeng Academy has banned the use of sorcery, so you are not afraid of me—"
"Do you have any evidence?"
Xu Zixing's voice stopped abruptly.
He has no evidence.
Not only that, he still doesn't even know what's hurting him. There are no traces of spells, no wounds, and even the Immortal Doctor can't see any problems.
But the three days he was tortured by the pain was not fake.
Ji Chaoyun calmly said: "There is no evidence, and I hope that senior brother will not frame others. As far as I know, this also violates the rules."
After he finished speaking, he nodded and saluted Xu Zi: "If there is nothing else, I will leave first."
Xu Zixing dared not to speak, but when he saw Ji Chaoyun's back disappearing at the end of the path, he gritted his teeth and said, "Wait for me!"
He turned around, but saw Xiao Jue bowing his head and wanting to go out.
"Stop." Xu Zixing's eyes moved slightly, "What are you holding in your hand?"
Xiao Jue hurriedly hid the scroll in his arms: "No, nothing..."
Xu Zixing vaguely understood something, he stepped forward, put his hand on Xiao Jue's shoulder, and grinned: "I'll give you another chance, is he really here to ask you about the quarterly exam?"
"...That's the way it is. There is solid evidence that Xiao Jue and Ji Chaoyun stole the books in Dengyun Tower, and I hope His Highness will handle it fairly." Dengyun Tower, Xu Zixing stood in the house with his hands over his head, and said calmly to the person sitting in front of the table.
Xiao Jue stood beside him, not saying a word, not daring to raise his head.
Feng Qi's eyes swept over the two of them, and his voice was calm: "I see, you go back first."
"Second Highness, Dengyun Tower's collection of books will never be borrowed, and you have to cover up if you don't—"
"Your name is... Xu Zixing, right?" Feng Qi tapped his knuckles on the table lightly, and said in a low voice, "I remember that you were with Jiang Cheng a long time ago, so maybe you misunderstood me."
"His Royal Highness hates someone pointing fingers in front of me and teaching me how to behave." Feng Qi raised his eyes, a hint of coldness appeared in his eyes, "Go away."
"You—" Xu Zixing didn't dare to provoke him, finally glanced at Xiao Jue beside him, and left with a cold snort.
Dengyun Tower was silent for a while, Feng Qi said: "Now the outsider is gone, talk about it, what's going on?"
Xiao Jue murmured, "Your Highness, I didn't mean to steal the books, I just..."
Feng Qi: "Just what? Did Ji Chaoyun force you with a sword, or did he tie up your whole family?"
"No..." Xiao Jue's eyes dodged, but Feng Qi always looked at him calmly, his expression was calm, but it was like a cold light on his back. The two were deadlocked for a moment, and Xiao Jue finally told the truth: "It is indeed me who took the initiative to help him."
"... Among the disciples who entered this year, one of them is my biological brother. My parents are both loose immortals, and the two of us cannot directly enter the school, we can only pass the loose immortal assessment."
"My younger brother and Ji Chaoyun went up the mountain in the same batch, and received a lot of help from him along the way. If it wasn't for him, my younger brother would not have been able to make it to Hongmeng Mountain. When they first arrived at Changqingyuan, I sneaked out to meet them and thought Give Ji Chaoyun something to repay, so... "
"So you took the books out of your collection while I was not in the academy a few days ago and borrowed flowers to offer to Buddha?"
Xiao Jue's legs softened, and he quickly begged for mercy: "I know I was wrong, Your Highness, you forgive me this time, don't tell Immortal Venerable!"
Feng Qi smiled but didn't answer, and flipped through the book in his hand: "He wants more than this one, what else does he want, let's hear it."
Xiao Jue: "In addition to these, there are two volumes of the Taishang Changqing Jing, the third volume of the Taishang Huajing, the fourth volume. At present, except for the fourth volume of the Taishang Huajing, everything else has been returned. But..."
"But what?"
"He wants a few other books, but... After His Highness returned to the academy, I told him that he could no longer get books from Dengyun Tower, so... "
"You are very good at assessing the situation." Feng Qi mocked and asked, "What else does he want?"
Xiao Jue hesitated for a moment, then took out a folded piece of letter paper from his sleeve and handed it over: "All he wants is here."
On the stationery, the names of several books were written in neat and handsome handwriting.
Feng Qi glanced at him casually, and his heart became clear: "The Chinese Classic of the Supreme Being is a practice book, and he should have completed the first three volumes by now. But the fourth volume is more obscure than the first few volumes, no wonder he wants these books. The scriptures serve as an aid."
Xiao Jue lowered her head like a quail, not daring to speak.
Feng Qi took a red pen, quickly drew a few strokes on the letter paper, crossed out a few unnecessary scriptures, and added two more. He opened his palm, and the letter automatically floated in front of Xiao Jue: "According to this to get the book, the effect is better than the ones he wants. Go ahead."
Xiao Jue raised her head in surprise and looked at Feng Qi with the eyes as if she had known him the first day: "This..."
Feng Qi casually threw the red pen on the table and asked with a smile, "Why, are you worried that I won't hurt him?"
"No, it's just..." Xiao Jue looked at the letter paper in his hand, and then at Feng Qi, suddenly had a flash of light, and suddenly realized, "I understand, I'll do it now!"
"No, wait." Now it was Feng Qi's turn to wonder, "What do you understand?"
Xiao Jue smiled at Feng Qi knowingly, and assured: "Don't worry, Your Highness, I will definitely tell Chaoyun about your intentions, and he will be very grateful to you when he finds out."
"?" Feng Qi was stunned, seeing Xiao Jue excitedly walking out, and hurriedly stopped him, "Come back!"
Feng Qi pressed the end of his throbbing eyebrows, took a deep breath, and tried his best to maintain a steady tone: "You misunderstood, I am not to him..."
"Your Highness doesn't want others to know about this?" Xiao Jue immediately understood, "I understand, Your Highness need not be shy, I will keep it a secret for Your Highness."
"Protect you..." Feng Qi gritted his teeth and endured the next scolding, too lazy to explain more, just said, "Anyway, don't tell him what I mean."
Xiao Jue showed an "I understand" look, and said solemnly, "Yes."
Xiao Jue turned around and was about to leave, when Feng Qi suddenly asked, "Which disciple house does Ji Chaoyun live in now?"
Xiao Jue turned around and said hesitantly, "He... can't live in the disciple's courtyard."
Feng Qi frowned slightly.
Xiao Jue: "I heard that Junior Brother Ji stays in the classroom every night, saying that he wants to review his homework. The night patrol disciples have bumped into it several times, but Xianjun Yaoguang turned a blind eye and said that as long as he doesn't run around , just let him go."
stay in the classroom...
The pale and thin face of that man appeared in Feng Qi's heart for no reason. The yellow-letter class is the heaviest. How can you bear it without rest for so many days
"Isn't this nonsense?" Feng Qi frowned and asked, "Since Yaoguang is protecting him like this, why hasn't he replaced the disciple's courtyard?"
"Disciple's courtyard?" Xiao Jue looked confused, "I've never heard that Ji Chaoyun wants to change the disciple's courtyard, and... no one has seen him return to the disciple's peak. I don't know where he lives."
Feng Qi's eyes narrowed, and after a moment, he suddenly said, "You don't need to fetch the book, go back to class."
Xiao Jue: "Huh?"
"Can't I change my mind?" Feng Qi didn't want to talk to him, so he rushed people out neatly, "Next time let me find out about this kind of thing, you don't want to enter Dengyun Tower again in the future, get out."
"… Yes."
It was already dark, and the night patrol disciples had just completed the last round of patrols. There was no one in the pine forest, and there were only a few chirping insects and birds. The night wind blew through the forest, and the half-closed windows creaked. In the pine forest, there was only a dim light beating in the yellow class classroom.
Hongmeng Academy has no four-season changes, only the alternation of day and night is the same as the mortal world.
Originally, immortals didn’t need to wake up and sleep like mortals, but they couldn’t keep up with the heavy schoolwork in the academy. Ordinary disciples were so tired after a day that their eyelids were fighting, and they wanted to go back to the house and fall asleep.
A shimmer of light swept into the window with the night wind, and a figure quietly appeared in the classroom.
Under the dim yellow oil lamp, a young man was resting at his desk.
Ji Chaoyun didn't sleep very well, the long case was low, he had to curl up his hands and feet, resting his head on his arms, his brows were slightly wrinkled because of the discomfort, and he looked thinner.
The dimly beating oil lamp made his face paler and paler, and a light bloodstain fell on the back of his hand, which must have been untreated. The wound was still a little red and swollen, and it was particularly dazzling on the white, almost transparent texture.
It was rare for Feng Qi to see Ji Chaoyun's undefended appearance. He crouched down in front of the desk, and his gaze swiped across Ji Chaoyun's face inch by inch.
This person is indeed good-looking, even if Feng Qi is used to seeing beautiful women, he has to admit it.
His eyes were fixed on the other party's clean forehead, and when he remembered the pair of dragon horns that appeared here that day, he suddenly felt that his throat was dry. He leaned down, just as he was about to wake someone up, but out of the corner of his eye suddenly swept across something.
In Ji Chaoyun's arms, the edge of a purse was faintly exposed.
The purse was of excellent quality, and the fabric was embroidered with pale gold patterns, which could not be seen clearly, but it gave Feng Qi a very familiar feeling. He stared at it for a long time, and the divine messenger reached out his hand into Ji Chaoyun's arms, and was about to take it out to take a look.
But as soon as his fingers touched the edge of his purse, his back suddenly felt cold.
Feng Qi raised his head and met a pair of cold vertical pupils.
The oil lamp on the table hadn't been added for a long time, and the light was already very dim, but it reflected Ji Chaoyun's vertical pupils that were exceptionally clear and bright.
They stared at each other quietly through the beating lights, and after a while, the faint light in Ji Chaoyun's eyes gradually faded, returning to those black and white eyes.
He lowered his head, Feng Qi's hand still maintained the posture of reaching into his arms.
Feng Qi: "..."
Ji Chaoyun: "..."