My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 279 - 222 You Can’t Leave Either_2

Chapter 279: Chapter 222 You Can’t Leave Either_2

However, if the situation "if you can’t beat them, call for help" really occurred...

Zhao Rong, with his hands behind his back, twisted his mouth slightly and glanced sideway at Yu Huaijin, who had been silently watching him all the while.

Zhao Rong felt that as someone who held Saintly Books and exhibited the graceful ease of a scholar, it would be necessary to explain to this young lady what martial virtue meant when the time came.

Ultimately, whether Yu Huaijin might be a prodigiously talented woman whose cultivation was several realms higher than Zhao Rong’s, capable of subduing him with just a finger.

Zhao Rong scoffed. Was that likely? If there were such demonic talents, aged sixteen or seventeen and beyond the Vast Realm, wouldn’t it be better to go directly to Taiching Four Mansions for cultivation, just like Qing Jun?

As a woman, why bother struggling with the thankless task of learning Confucianism?

If not for these considerations, and she was merely at the Ascending Realm or even just the Fu Yao Realm in cultivation, Zhao Rong felt that with his current robust physique as a pure martial artist, anyone close to him would have no choice but to surrender... It would be better not to struggle. Who knows, you might even get a pretty bow tied when you’re bound.

As they faced each other, Zhao Rong mused distractedly.

The standoff between him and Yu Huaijin outside Shuaixing Hall, as time passed, also drew the attention of students inside the hall, with growing noise reaching their ears from inside.

At that moment, Yu Huaijin, who had been staring at Zhao Rong with a calm face, suddenly turned around, strode into Shuaixing Hall with a stern face without saying a word, as if she had tacitly dismissed and ignored Zhao Rong, who was clueless in his non-student attire.

Watching her receding figure, Zhao Rong slightly raised an eyebrow and thought, "As expected," but he had no intention of gloating.

Yu Huaijin’s reasoning indeed made sense, but so did Zhao Rong’s, and he wasn’t going to compromise.

Afterward, Zhao Rong smiled at Jia Tengying, who sighed in relief and wiped the cold sweat from his brow, although he couldn’t help but steal a glance at Yu Huaijin inside the hall, sighing softly to himself.

The two entered the hall and began their art class for the day...

Time hurried by.

The confrontation one morning outside Shuaixing Hall seemed to have passed.

Over the next two days, Zhao Rong’s studies proceeded calmly.

By day, he attended classes, and by night, he studied the Confucian Classics "Er Ya" under the light; when the time came and his Innate Primordial Qi had recovered a bit, he would undertake another infusion through his meridians; in the morning, he casually picked a cucumber and went for a lakeside stroll and morning reading; on return, he would sometimes help Jia Teng Ying in the vegetable garden...

Zhao Rong attended several different teachers’ art classes, and though he hadn’t yet attended all six disciplines, he had met several art teachers.

All had distinct styles.

For instance, the Painting Skill teacher, who left a deep impression on Zhao Rong, was a massive man, tall and burly, but he wore a refined Confucian robe and held a paintbrush, enjoying taking them into different paintings to learn in class.

The Chess Skill teacher was more regular, carefree and casual in spirit, liking to sit in front of the chessboard, gently pinching a chess piece, smiling at the corners of his mouth, and teasingly saying to the students, "Stop looking down, look at the chessboard."

Because his chessboard was set in the clouds.

Both of these art teachers were Confucian Great Cultivators of no small realm, unlike Mr. Le Yisi, a mortal teacher who could take the Shuaixing Hall students into small painting worlds, or sweep them away on cloud-sea excursions with a flourish of his sleeves.

As for the Poetry, Classics, and Ritual Skill teachers, and Mr. Zhu of Calligraphy, whom Zhao Rong was somewhat wary and reluctant to meet, he hadn’t yet encountered them.

Because, as rest days arrived, Zhao Rong finally managed to find time for a trip to wander around Du You City.

......

On a rest day, early before dawn.

The sky was still dim, pitch-black.

Inside Nanxuan Academy, all was silent.

Just renamed as East Fence Small House, a dark figure scaled the wall and entered.

Thud.

The sound was gentle.

The figure moved agilely into the yard, landing carefully, and then stealthily crept towards the north room where a light still burned.

This shadow sneaked up to the illuminated window and quietly stretched out a hand.

Creak—!

The door of the north room suddenly swung open, and Zhao Rong’s resigned voice came out.

"Fan Yushu, what are you doing?"

Why act like a thief?

Zhao Rong was speechless.

The sneaky shadow suddenly trembled, no, it was Fan Yushu, who quickly turned around, tip-toeing as he hastened forward to push Zhao Rong into the house.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Rong turned his head.

"Shh, don’t make a noise, Ziyu, keep your voice down, keep it down!"

Both of them entered the house, and Fan Yushu then turned around to gently close the door, trying not to make a sound.

Watching Fan Yushu’s figure, bent over and sticking out his bottom as he carefully closed the door, Zhao Rong’s mouth twitched.

Today was the bi-monthly rest day, and yesterday Zhao Rong had once again asked Fan Yushu to lead him around Du You City. Zhao Rong had not made it last time, but this time he shouldn’t have any other affairs to delay him.

As for Zhao Rong’s request, Fan Yushu obviously agreed effusively and even repeatedly instructed Zhao Rong to wait inside the house for him and not to go out at random.

Zhao Rong did not understand why, but he agreed nonetheless.

However, what Zhao Rong had not expected was that Fan Yushu would come so early.

And sneaking around like a thief, if he had not been familiar with the shadow and known it was Fan Yushu, he might have mistaken him for a real thief and taken action.

"Why have you come so early? Could it be that there is some bustling event in Du You City at dawn?"

Zhao Rong looked curiously at his classmate and good friend.

At that moment, only the two of them were in the house.

Fan Yushu said irritably, "It’s all because of you. Originally, the matter of the homework, Yu Huaijin had already stopped pursuing it, but then you turned around and sold me out. Today on the rest day, that old girl is definitely going to come and tutor me, make me study. If she catches me, today’s plan to have fun is off."

He patted Zhao Rong on the shoulder, exhaling, "To lead the way for Brother Ziyu, I really have sacrificed too much and taken such a big risk. Ziyu, if I accidentally get caught later, you must speak up for me. Don’t let Yu Huaijin butcher me alive."

Zhao Rong casually slapped the hand that Fan Yushu had laid on his shoulder. Are you sure it isn’t just you who wants to go out and have fun?

"Yushu, don’t you trust me?"

While shaking his head, Zhao Rong walked over to the desk and closed the "Er Ya," which he had been studying under the lamp until the early hours before he had heard Fan Yushu’s faint movements and came out.

Fan Yushu softly nodded, sat at the table, and poured a cup of tea.

After collecting some things, Zhao Rong clapped his hands, turned around and said,

"I’m ready; if you’re fine, let’s go."

Fan Yushu picked up his tea cup, tilted his head back, and drained the cup in one gulp. Although he was merely drinking a cup of tea, he made it seem as passionate and tragic as the phrase "When the wind blows cold and the water runs chilled," as if he were heading to the gallows.

Fan Yushu wiped his mouth, "Let’s go!"

His spirit was bold and lofty.

The two pushed open the door and walked out — Fan Yushu still rushing to open and close the door, keeping the noise very low.

Zhao Rong waited until Fan Yushu had closed the door; he looked around the pitch-dark courtyard,

and the two headed for the gate.

"Let’s keep our voices down and move quietly. Once we leave the academy and mount the carriage I’ve arranged, we can make our escape. Ha ha, I wonder what reaction Yu Huaijin, that old girl, will have when she comes looking for me during the day and finds out I’m gone!"

Zhao Rong shook his head, not engaging with Fan Yushu’s boasting.

Just then, he suddenly noticed something "wriggling" in the darkness at the courtyard gate, about to break through the dark, metamorphosing from cocoon to butterfly.

"Don’t go anywhere; we have a lesson to make up for today."

The voice of Yu Huaijin rang out.

She came from the darkness, her figure revealed, hands out in front, slowly walking to the front of the gate, standing still, blocking Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu’s path.

The moment Yu Huaijin’s voice rang out, Fan Yushu’s body immediately became stiff.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong coughed lightly, glanced at Fan Yushu whose eyes were gradually widening, and suddenly said, "Senior Yu, Yushu is truly out of line, planning to sneak out and have fun again, no matter how I tried to dissuade him, he wouldn’t listen, even saying he’d sever ties with me if I kept it up. Phew, Senior Yu, it’s good that you showed up in time, we definitely can’t let him run away."

As he spoke, he chuckled and walked forward, planning to bypass Yu Huaijin and push the door to leave.

Yu Huai scolded suddenly, "You’re not allowed to leave either."

Zhao Rong halted in his tracks.