My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 387 - 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 moment, 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, momentarily captivated.

To Sima Duyi’s staring at her face, Li Xueyou was accustomed, yet she still sighed softly in her heart.

The dimpled girl quietly hid away her dimples.

Sima Duyi came back to his senses, his smile seemingly deeper as he shook his head, "No need to thank me, this is an early birthday gift for you, it’s only a few days away."

"Oh, Duyi brother, you actually remembered."

"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 time I went back, no matter how I hinted, he couldn’t catch on, he doesn’t remember."

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 moment, he stayed quiet for a while, then said: "Uncle, he... has he been well lately?"

Li Xueyou, hearing this, beamed with joy, "He is very well, yes, except for occasionally not sleeping on time."

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 some questions.

This lively scene, in contrast with the quietness when someone 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 meeting an idol, he watched calmly.

Reading Seed...

The young Confucian Scholar nodded slightly.

At this moment, Sima Duyi, in front of these students of Li Xueyou, no longer appeared as distant as before.

To everyone’s questions, he answered methodically, sparing no detail.

The students from Shuaixing Hall became 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 somewhat 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 come 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 movement of her hand holding the envelope paused.

The next moment, 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 same; he came back to his senses and looked.

He saw that the straight ’purple line’, dazzlingly bright, after freeing itself from what seemed like a mundane envelope’s cage, did not actually escape.

Instead, at three meters 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 meters in a blink, circulating overhead amidst the crowd.

This phenomenon immediately 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 moment, no breath of it leaked.

He looked up sharply, because during his moment of distraction, the ’purple line’ had already crossed over his head.

He looked up, at the same time 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 enchantment 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 moment, 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 emerging on the structure, appearing both illusory and tangible.