My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 438 - 306

Chapter 438: 306

Zhao Rong this time did not see that old-fashioned little girl with her hair in bunches in his dream.

However.

He still dreamed of that landscape ink painting dream.

It seemed that the special effects of the Ink Heart Red Fruit were still present; all it took was falling asleep.

This time in the dream.

What came into Zhao Rong’s view was still the Peach Blossom Spring.

Within it, villagers were full of contentment.

In the center of the village, the square and strictly styled doorless academy still stood.

Only when Zhao Rong hurried to the academy and tiptoed to look through the only small window there.

There was no sign of Yu Huaijin.

But the classes of the academy were still in session.

An elderly Teacher, tall and skinny, with twenty well-behaved and earnest young children.

While Zhao Rong was slightly puzzled.

Everything inside the doorless academy froze again, and these people turned into statues.

Zhao Rong turned around alertly and looked towards the villagers, only to find they were the same.

Just like the previous night.

Then.

Ink droplets began to fall again.

One drop, two drops, three drops.

Initially, these ink droplets began falling on the statue-like people, like sweat.

Then, Zhao Rong felt as if ink was dripping all over the world.

Like an unexpected rainfall.

It grew increasingly intense.

The dream melted away, and he found his feet stepping into emptiness...

Only this time, Zhao Rong was mentally prepared.

He experienced the feeling of falling into endless darkness with clear and calm awareness.

In the bed of the North Room of East Fence Small House.

Zhao Rong calmly got up.

He rubbed his face and murmured softly,

"Why run... As soon as I come, you run away, doesn’t that prove even more that you also saw me, that we share the same dream..."

"Could it be that some things in the dream are secrets you find inconvenient to show others?"

Zhao Rong glanced out the window at the night, thoughtful.

"Peach Blossom Spring, hmm, it could be summarized like this... That’s easy to understand; who doesn’t have a Peach Blossom Spring in their heart."

He chuckled to himself.

"But who is that skinny old Teacher... and that doorless academy..."

Zhao Rong exhaled lightly, got out of bed, and stood up.

The night was not yet deep, there was still time.

He put the matter aside and continued to study and practice cultivation...

Over the next few days.

Zhao Rong still tried to enter the landscape ink painting dream.

Only, if it wasn’t that he was the only person in the dream, seeing familiar scenes.

It would still be Peach Blossom Spring and the doorless academy, Yu Huaijin’s dream; but just as Zhao Rong was about to approach, as soon as he appeared in front of the academy’s window, she would disappear once more.

Then the dream would turn into a heavy rain, silently falling.

After several attempts by Zhao Rong, the novelty of the dream had worn off, and Yu Huaijin continued to play a boring game of hide-and-seek with him.

So he temporarily stopped trying, thinking of taking a few days’ rest before trying a different method to investigate it later.

After that, Zhao Rong returned to the same kind of life he had at night before.

Studying, cultivating, and correcting homework.

The mid-month examination was approaching, and he had been somewhat busy recently.

But not busy as a student of Shuaixing Hall.

But rather, as Teacher Zhao of the calligraphy classes for two academies.

Well, to use a term from his previous life, that would be... You students are really giving me a headache.

...

The early morning at Mochi Academy was shrouded in a hazy mist.

On the cool, long corridor, the number of people started to increase.

Students from the Six Halls came one after another for their classes.

The academy also began to bustle with activity.

Recently, inside Mochi Academy, there had been an interesting piece of gossip bubbling up in private conversations.

Actually, there had been rumors circulating among the students earlier, but now almost all students were aware of it.

Even those students who usually cared little for the affairs outside their studies could piece together the jesting matter that everyone talked about from the fragmented words they overheard in their classmates’ conversations.

A new student named Zhao Ziyu, well, a talented student who joined Shuaixing Hall mid-way.

Perhaps because of his notable calligraphy skills or something of that sort, he caught Teacher Zhu’s eye and was appointed as a calligraphy assistant teacher.

He was specially tasked with leading the calligraphy classes for both Shuaixing Hall and Justice Hall.

And unlike the assistant teachers that the students of Mochi Academy were accustomed to, who only occasionally substituted for teachers,

This Zhao Ziyu was fully in charge of the calligraphy classes for both academies.

This certainly intrigued the crowd.

And not long afterward, bits of gossip about this new ’Teacher Zhao,’ who seemed like a joke, began to circulate in private within the academy.

Something about him never leading classes inside a fixed academy, instead wandering aimlessly outside with students from both halls, under the pretext of ’observing scenery to comprehend characters.’

Something about how, after strong opposition from the students in the halls, presumably feeling guilty, he finally returned to teach in the academy.

But when he did teach, he never brought textbooks, not even the books compiled by Teacher Zhu, teaching with empty hands instead.

Something about how he assigned much more homework than any other teacher of the six art studies.

And even on rest days, he wouldn’t spare the students, staying to catch up on lessons.

And so on and so forth, the list was extensive.

Students from other academies, upon hearing this, mocked and laughed behind the scenes, while also pitying their fellows in these two halls.

They had encountered some kind of extraordinary person.

It was said that students from both Shuaixing Hall and Justice Hall were nearly worn out by this individual, well, not exactly all of them, reportedly the students from Justice Hall listened quite well to this ’Teacher Zhao,’ the troublemaker.

The onlookers of Mochi Academy actually understood very well.

What else could be done if Justice Hall was disobedient?

As the dark horse among the Six Halls recently, having placed third in the last mid-month examination.

This time, for the mid-month examination, they surely had their sights on surpassing the first two academies.