My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 443 - 307 Ziyu, be a bit more careful_3

Chapter 443: Chapter 307 Ziyu, be a bit more careful_3

There, stood an old man wearing a simple white Confucian robe, his hair and beard also grizzled, smiling and waiting for him.

Zhao Rong stopped three steps in front of him, greeted him with a bow, and then called out softly.

"Sacrificial Officer, good morning."

The old Sacrificial Officer of Mochi Academy scanned Zhao Rong up and down, nodding in satisfaction.

"Ziyu, you look spirited today, truly a pillar of talent for our Academy, our Academy’s pride and joy," said the old man, his eyes bright as he observed the calm young man before him.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong raised his eyelids slightly.

"Hmm, you too, Sacrificial Officer, look quite robust. Surely, you will continue to serve our Confucian Temple and Academy with distinction, cultivating many pupils," he replied.

He turned his head to glance at a small window that was opened in the back door.

Yes, these small windows on the doors were a common feature in every classroom.

As far as Zhao Rong knew,

It was likely the favored spot of the elder Sacrificial Officer for his habitual ’supervision’ of the classrooms, where he would peek in now and then.

Therefore, even though the small window in the back door was drafty, no one bothered to close it.

Although the old Sacrificial Officer often refrained from meddling in Academy affairs, his interest lay in ’sailing’ and fishing on the nearby Ping Lake called Mochi.

But from time to time, when the fishing grew tiresome, the elder would still enjoy wandering around the various classrooms of the Academy and sometimes gift a few fish to those that performed well. Yes, then these fish would be returned to Mochi Lake, lively and leaping, awaiting their next encounter...

Consequently, students and teachers in the classroom would often be startled by a sudden appearance of a head through the small window in the back door.

This was exactly Zhao Rong’s experience during his first lesson in Justice Hall.

Then, under the introduction of Gu Yiwu, he met the old, cheerful-faced Sacrificial Officer.

If you asked him why he roamed around and popped up at the small window,

The old Sacrificial Officer would stroke his white beard, look up to the sky, and sigh,

"I am simply observing the future pillars of our Confucian Temple."

Now, standing near the back door of Shuaixing Hall, Zhao Rong thought for a moment and explained,

"Sacrificial Officer, there was a small issue in the classroom just now..."

The old Sacrificial Officer waved his hand, interrupting him.

"It’s alright, no problem. I have the utmost trust in you, Ziyu. You handle it completely; don’t worry about this old fellow," he said with a beaming smile.

He reached out to pat the ’pillar of the Academy’ on the shoulder, nodding earnestly.

Zhao Rong looked at the warm and trusting hand on his shoulder,

his mouth twitching slightly.

You seem to say the same to every teacher, to every student.

Zhao Rong grumbled internally. At first, when he met the Sacrificial Officer and was treated with such endearing importance, he felt quite modest and bashful. But it didn’t take long to realize... that the old Sacrificial Officer doted on ’pillars of talent’ everywhere.

Zhao Rong nodded, "Thank you for your trust, Sacrificial Officer."

Any book or story always tells.

Elderly gentlemen who often smile tenderly are usually experienced experts hiding their true prowess.

Either they were formidable in the past, are formidable now, or have been formidable in the past, now, and will be in the future.

And, according to Zhao Rong’s observations, these elders are bound to bring significant enlightenment and inspiration to the fated children in their cultivation or life journeys.

Moreover, they possess penetrating insight, spotting the protagonist at a single glance; who seems ordinary at the moment but is undoubtedly the destined savior of the Xuanhuang Cultivation World.

Then, they would treat them with favor and nurture them with care.

When necessary, the elder would even sacrifice themselves, enlightening the protagonist...

Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu thought so, and for a while, they would visit the old Sacrificial Officer without any particular reason, attempting to get close.

But then they discovered... the competition was too fierce.

It turned out that nearly half of the students in Mochi Academy were on familiar terms with the old Sacrificial Officer, all trying to get closer...

I guess Mochi Academy has quite a number of these fated children.

At that moment,

the old Sacrificial Officer inspected Zhao Rong, his white eyebrows suddenly lifting.

"Oh right, a little situation—recently, the Teacher of Studies has returned to the Academy. Hmm, Ziyu, you might want to be cautious," he said.

And before his words had fully dropped, he turned and walked away with his hands clasped behind his back.

His steps seemed a bit hurried.

Why bring that up all of a sudden? Also, Teacher Yan said... does it mean our Ritual Skill class in Shuaixing Hall is about to start?

Both told me to be cautious?

Zhao Rong stood there, watching the departing figure of the old Sacrificial Officer with a hint of confusion in his eyes, mingled with curiosity.

He felt that he had been well-behaved during classes, not the sort to cause trouble. So low-key and still, he might draw the ire of that Teacher of Studies?

Zhao Rong thought hard for a moment, then shook his head.

And walked back to Shuaixing Hall.

Just as he was about to set foot inside, he lifted his eyes and saw in the main hall, at Yu Huaijin’s desk, stood an unfamiliar woman.

The classroom was utterly quiet, all students seated with perfect posture, their faces serious as they looked at this unexpected visitor.

The strange woman’s manner was similar to Yu Huaijin’s, both with hands folded.

She stood tall and straight, like a deity in the Confucian Temple, meticulous in every aspect.

At that moment, this unfamiliar woman looked down gravely at Yu Huaijin, who was diligently copying the character ’正,’ and then she spoke out.

"Xuanji, why are you copying this character? Who is punishing you?"

Outside the door, Zhao Rong couldn’t help but stop in his tracks, an uneasy premonition suddenly dawning on him.

Sure enough, the next second, all the students in Shuaixing Hall turned their heads, eyes fixed straight on him.

Zhao Rong: "..."