My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 329 - 247: Xueyou, the Girl, Listening to the Lute in Her Dream, Golden Spears Invade the Dream (6000 words, 2-in-1 large - )_4

Chapter 329: Chapter 247: Xueyou, the Girl, Listening to the Lute in Her Dream, Golden Spears Invade the Dream (6000 words, 2-in-1 large Chapter)_4

Zhao Rong’s brow furrowed as he glanced at the blanket in his hand, opening his mouth only to pause the next moment.

At last, he sensed what was different.

Zhao Rong’s eyes snapped open, looking inward at his meridians, where the once dissipated Innate Primordial Qi, now flowed ceaselessly within, circulating the Minor Circulation on its own.

His mind shifted, as he operated the "Ant Ascending Heaven Technique," and the Innate Primordial Qi surged rapidly within his body. In the meridians like river channels, a red snake manifested again, and at this moment, his essence, energy, and spirit were the same as before he had attempted to breach the "Girdle Meridian," only no longer violent, and had recovered to their initial state.

Now, within his body, four out of the Eight Extraordinary Meridians were penetrated. Among the remaining four meridians, the Girdle Meridian remained blocked due to the backlash of Spiritual Energy, but not as severely as at the beginning.

Zhao Rong was surprised to find his state and physique had peculiarly returned to their original condition.

He frowned slightly. Was it because of the bizarre dream mingled with the sound of the qin just now?

Fan Yushu put away the ancient qin, took out writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone, and set them on the table. Then he turned his head and saw his close friend clenching the blanket with a frown, lost in thought. He nudged his mouth towards the side and said, "Here, this is Brother Xueyou’s blanket."

Zhao Rong came to his senses, exhaling deeply. He nodded, first dusting the blanket, then folding it neatly before rising and approaching Li Xueyou.

"Thank you, Brother Li, for I unwarily fell asleep during the class and made a fool of myself."

"Mm-hmm." Li Xueyou was also spreading out rice paper on the desk and arranging the inkstone, her head bowed, not looking at Zhao Rong immediately. She took the blanket from him, and hearing his thanks, she hurriedly nodded in response. However, she quickly shook her head, "Not at all, it’s perfectly normal to sleep when tired..."

Li Xueyou paused, then raised her head to look at Zhao Rong, her lips slightly curving as she seriously said, "However, Brother Zhao, be mindful next time to manage your time so as not to doze off during Teacher Si’s lectures."

Zhao Rong smiled and nodded, "Naturally."

Seeing his sincere smile, Li Xueyou averted her gaze, continuing with what she was doing.

Zhao Rong, seeing this, didn’t immediately leave but took another look at Li Xueyou’s folded blanket, and hesitated to speak.

At that moment, Li Xueyou said without turning her head, her gentle voice carrying, "Teacher Si covered you with it."

Zhao Rong was taken aback, his brows unfurrowing as he turned to look.

On the small path of Fenglin behind the clearing, the figure of Teacher Si, carrying a qin, was faintly discernible, slowly fading away.

Zhao Rong watched for a while, pensive.

"Hey, you’re called Zhao Ziyu, right?"

A careless voice came from behind him.

Zhao Rong snapped back to reality, one eyebrow raised, as he turned and said, "Yes, Brother Xiao, my name is Zhao Rong, styled Ziyu."

Xiao Hongyu was casually flipping through a book of calligraphy. Piled up in a small mountain in front of her on the desk were dozens of folios, all written by the top calligraphers from her homeland’s dynasty, which her father had sent from a thousand miles away after she mentioned them in a letter home.

Xiao Hongyu looked down at the folio of calligraphy without raising her head and casually remarked, "Li Xueyou brought you a blanket to keep out the cold, and you’re just going to thank her, huh?"

Zhao Rong picked up on her implication, turning to see Li Xueyou seriously arranging her brush stand, getting ready to write.

Li Xueyou quickly waved her hands, "No need, no need, Hongyu is just joking, Zhao Rong, do not take it seriously."

Xiao Hongyu kept flipping pages without explaining.

After thinking for a moment, Zhao Rong earnestly said to Li Xueyou, "Brother Li, I have also studied calligraphy a bit before. How about I humbly offer some criticism? You write some characters, and I’ll take a look. If you disagree with my unskilled opinions, feel free to ignore them. It’s alright, just take the essence and discard the dross."

Xiao Hongyu listened to Zhao Rong’s words while flipping through the so-called peerless folio of calligraphy treasures and sneered, seemingly at the folio or perhaps the person.

She tossed the folio, valuable enough to be priceless at the mountain base, carelessly onto the desk, where it landed atop the pile of books. Raising her head, she was about to nod when Li Xueyou pulled her back.

"Hongyu, stop messing around."

Seeing this, Xiao Hongyu shrugged, "Fine, as long as you’re happy."

She gave Zhao Rong a fist and palm salute but didn’t bow, "Brother Zhao, my apologies for being presumptuous."

Zhao Rong was unfazed, returning the gesture with a bow, "Brother Xiao, you are too polite."

Seeing the two of them seemingly making amends, Li Xueyou gave Zhao Rong a smile.

Zhao Rong then gave her a fist and palm salute, his smile radiant.

After that, he no longer lingered and turned to look for Yu Huaijin.

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