My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 685 - 422 Zhao Rong: Can we have dinner together tonight? (2)

Chapter 685: Chapter 422 Zhao Rong: Can we have dinner together tonight? (2)

"She has been sneaking glances at you."

"Just because she looks at me doesn’t mean she likes me. She could just as well be an enemy," Zhao Rong said with a laugh.

The woman in the Confucian robe at the table lowered her eyes, nodded, and softly intoned, "Even if she is an enemy, she would be the kind who will entangle you for a lifetime."

Zhao Rong, not knowing what had come to mind, sighed inwardly, troubled by the grace of the beauty.

"Besides, isn’t it obvious? The affairs between men and women have been the same throughout history, regardless of region or race, haven’t they?"

Yourong Zhu slowly retorted, raising her brush to continue enjoying calligraphy, tracing the characters Zhao Rong had just added, and then she continued,

"Such a young girl, inexperienced in matters, cannot hide her feelings, her eyes... they’re filled with nothing but you."

Zhao Rong subconsciously wanted to ask about those experienced and worldly women, but the next second he stopped himself before the words left his mouth.

Because it sounded somewhat like he was flirting with her.

Zhao Rong couldn’t help but glance at the Academy woman who seemed to have transformed into a caring big sister and relationship guru at the table; he was momentarily at a loss for words.

Yourong Zhu, seeming to feel his gaze, did not look at him but continued her calligraphy, as if waiting for him to break the silence.

The two unexpectedly lost their tacit understanding, unsure of what to say.

The atmosphere turned somewhat awkward.

This was quite rare in their usually comfortable, kindred interactions.

The air in the flower garden gradually grew somewhat deadly silent...

For Zhao Rong, despite the barrier of Yourong Zhu’s status as a teacher, their private interactions were surprisingly pleasant and relaxed. During his days at the Academy, visiting Yilan Pavilion every few days to sit and have a cup of "tea" had become one of his rare moments of relaxation.

Despite some of Yourong Zhu’s choices that Zhao Rong neither endorsed nor opposed, he respected and admired them.

Moreover, as a friend... nearly a confidante, he found Yourong Zhu to be very loyal...

At that moment, Zhao Rong glanced at the woman in the Confucian robe who appeared to be deeply focused on her calligraphy at the table.

Hence, as a man, he felt it was his duty to break the awkwardness and keep the conversation alive.

"What have you been busy with lately?"

Zhao Rong suddenly said with a smile.

The certain Confucian Academy woman teacher seemed to quietly exhale.

Yourong Zhu continued writing a few characters, then gently put down her brush, "Writing, cultivating orchids, daydreaming."

As she mentioned the last two words, she slightly averted her gaze, not looking at the young Confucian scholar in front of her.

Zhao Rong pretended to sigh, jokingly said, "Do all you half-step Nascent Soul Great Cultivators and Confucian Academy teachers live such plain and dull lives?"

Yourong Zhu, her eyes cast down on the characters, moved a strand of hair behind her right ear and lightly chuckled.

"Isn’t this just living life? How do you think a half-step Nascent Soul Great Cultivator should live? Constantly fighting, wandering around the Nine Provinces of the Cultivation World for adventures and treasures, fighting over resources leading to conflicts with friends and family? Or slithering through the grass like a snake for thousands of miles, using the world as a chessboard and all living beings as pawns?"

"That would be too tiring," Yourong Zhu shook her head, looked up at Zhao Rong, and said earnestly,

"If every mountaintop cultivator lived like that, no different from the law of the jungle, then who would teach the way?"

Zhao Rong thought for a moment and lightly nodded, "That’s a good point. Not everyone is the protagonist in a novel, living a life full of thrilling stories with allies and enemies arriving continuously."

The Confucian robed woman leaned against the desk, sharing in detail:

"Nascent Soul Taiyi and the mortals at the foot of the mountain also need to live honest lives, with days slowly passing by, dotted with splendid and memorable moments, just more events and scenery encountered compared to ordinary people, but with long lives, they endure much more tedium and even more boredom during secluded cultivation..."

Zhao Rong listened quietly, smiling from time to time.

The atmosphere between them seemed to become comfortable and fitting again.

"I’ve been in seclusion a few times, not for long, unlike the elders who blink an eye and sixty years have passed, just two years and seven months, back when I was breaking through to half-step Nascent Soul. Do you know what the first thing I wanted to do when I emerged was?"

Zhao Rong thought for a moment and said seriously, "Scratch an itch on your back?"

Yourong Zhu didn’t laugh, but winked at him, as if to say... Isn’t it chilly?

Zhao Rong coughed and covered his mouth, then seriously guessed, "Alright, the first thing was... to let out a long cry, soar into the sky, and let everyone within hundreds of miles know that you achieved Nascent Soul status in less than sixty years, attracting those with discerning eyes to swiftly come celebrate and bear gifts?"

Yourong Zhu shook her head, but this time, she was indeed amused.

"Then it’s... wanting to write, because half-step Nascent Soul isn’t worth mentioning?"

The Confucian robed woman picked up her brush again, slowly writing, yet shook her head again.

"What is it then?" Zhao Rong frowned.

He nodded, "I understand, the first thing you did was stretch lazily."

Yourong Zhu smiled faintly and directly said,

"It was to eat, then to take a nice bath, and after that, sleep soundly."

Zhao Rong’s face fell.

Yourong Zhu, seeing that he was about to complain, quickly added,

"Yes. I had already practiced fasting and wasn’t hungry, and my body was very clean and dust-free, but I just felt hungry and uncomfortable.

"These three meals a day, bathing, sleeping, from childhood until now, it feels like an inseparable part of my life. If these aspects were lacking after cultivation, then it wouldn’t feel like living anymore."

Hearing this, Zhao Rong felt slightly embarrassed.

His routine at the Academy was quite irregular; lately in Great Li, if it weren’t for Qian’er’s meticulous care, Zhao Rong guessed that he would still be eating once a day or not at all, staying up late into the night reading by lamplight...

Yourong Zhu turned her head and glanced at someone who was covering their mouth and coughing, then sedately said,

"When I first started cultivating, I was also thrilled by the transcendence of the mind and body that required no food, no drink, no sleep, but later I realized... being awake in the dead of night, silent and without purpose, was truly idle. This sunrise and sunset, the alternation of yin and yang, the waking and sleeping of living beings, are the laws of nature, why should cultivators defy them.

"So unless there is calligraphy I’m very interested in studying which might make me lose track of time, I always rest on time, moreover..." the woman in the Confucian robe paused, lowered her eyelids and said, "Sometimes, the odd dreams are quite interesting."

Zhao Rong didn’t think too much and smirked upon hearing that.

Speaking of dreams, he always had that strange landscape painting dream recently, which truly frightened him, especially that little girl with the sheep horn braids who was most likely Yu Huaijin. She was utterly dull, and Zhao Rong hardly wanted to sleep anymore.

So in his recent rare ventures into dreams, he didn’t go to that oddly square ancient school but practiced landscape painting outside using the dream’s ink painting characteristics to prepare for an upcoming painting skill assessment.

Zhao Rong was somewhat surprised to find the results rather satisfactory...

"Cough cough, I’ve learned my lesson, Teacher Zhu." Zhao Rong said with a smile as he clasped his hands together in a bow.

Zhu Yourong glared at him for messing around.

Then she asked with some concern about Zhao Rong’s matters in Great Li.

The latter picked some trivial things to discuss, avoiding going into depth.

At this point, Zhu Yourong observed Zhao Rong for a while, "Have you ascended?"

Zhao Rong, with his hands behind his back, strutted back and forth in a pretended manner and said earnestly, "Recently, I greatly advanced in my divine skill."

The woman in a Confucian robe became serious and bowed, "Congratulations, congratulations."

Zhao Rong waved his hand, looking sincere, "Modesty, modesty."

After he spoke, the two looked at each other and blinked; neither could hold back and suddenly burst into laughter.

"So cute." Laughter still lingering, Zhu Yourong suddenly said.

Zhao Rong was stunned, his old face blushed, but he quickly realized it wasn’t about him.

Zhao Rong glanced at a little Fox Demon in the distance, who seemed to be biting her lip with longing eyes because of his and Zhu Yourong’s cheerful chatting...

Seeing him look over, she pretended to be indifferent and turned her back, refusing to look at him.

Zhao Rong turned back and smiled, saying to Zhu Yourong:

"Thanks for the compliment. But don’t say that in front of this silly girl; she doesn’t like being called cute. She always says it’s like ’pity that nobody loves her.’"

A smile played at the corners of Zhu Yourong’s lips.

She turned her head, just in time to catch the secretly affectionate gaze of the little Fox Demon.

Zhu Yourong glanced at Su Xiaoxiao, who was hurriedly avoiding her gaze again, picked up her brush, and while drawing and writing, she said with a smile:

"What, you brought her over... is it because the little lady at home is jealous? Wanting to assert her authority?"

Zhao Rong spread his hands, looking helpless, "She’s just a little coward, wouldn’t dare at all, the kind that would cry and hit me for half a day if I make her get up early and not sleep in..."

His lips slightly curled up, his tone unconsciously carried a bit of indulgence.

Meanwhile, the woman in the Confucian robe writing nearby quietly paused her pen and cast a sidelong glance.

At this time, Zhao Rong didn’t notice this and shook his head, "I dragged her here. By the way, do you still remember the letter you asked Teacher Yan to send me when I was in Taiching Prefecture? This little girl found it..."

Zhao Rong roughly explained the sequence of events by the bookshelf that morning, paused, and then apologetically said:

"Zhu Yourong, help me explain to this silly girl later. Speaking of which, I don’t know how she dug it out from the corner; I had forgotten about that letter and just casually stuffed it in a book...

Zhu Yourong listened for a while, put down her pen, looked at him, and calmly nodded, "Oh, my letter, you just tucked it away, but today, it finally got discovered by the little lady at home."

She paused, then added lightly, "That’s how it is."

Zhao Rong’s self-awareness honed between Qing Jun and Su Xiaoxiao told him:

Danger?

"It’s not... um..." he instinctively tried to explain, "I’m used to stuffing my friends’ letters inside books..."

"Alright, I know. I’ll handle it," Zhu Yourong interrupted.

Zhao Rong opened his mouth in surprise, then awkwardly closed it, scratching his head, "Thanks." fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Zhu Yourong chuckled, "You say this little fox girl is a coward, but what about your legitimate wife riding high in Taiching Prefecture, she probably wouldn’t cower to this teacher from the academy. Didn’t the little lady go tell her to team up and come over?"

Zhu Yourong had known about Zhao Rong’s position as a son-in-law since they first met, and Zhao Rong had been open about it with her, and Zhu Yourong would often tease him about his wife.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Rong smiled but did not continue the conversation, not wanting to dwell further on the things Qing Jun and Xiaoxiao were unaware of each other.

However, Zhu Yourong’s smile gradually faded as she laughed.

The young Confucian Scholar’s smile remained.

But the woman in the Confucian robe was squinting slightly, her gaze somewhat scrutinizing...

The two, exceptionally in sync and as if telepathically connected, knew some things intuitively.

Especially Zhu Yourong, with her graceful and perceptive heart, was no ordinary woman.

Zhao Rong also realized this, somewhat helplessly wondering why everyone was so sharp?

He slightly shifted his gaze, about to speak.

Zhu Yourong looked at Zhao Rong half-smiling, suddenly glanced at one of his hands, and said, "Alright, let’s clarify things now."

Just as Zhao Rong was about to turn back and say thanks, in the next second, Zhu Yourong suddenly extended her hand, doing something that dumbfounded Zhao Rong...

In a distant pavilion, Su Xiaoxiao was still peeking, next to her, Qing Jun swearing confidently, "You, a little little Fox Demon, dare to like this guy, you’ll be bullied to death. But now it’s okay, stop worrying, my husband is not what you think, rest assured."

However, in the next second, both girls almost simultaneously saw in the flower garden, the woman in a Confucian robe suddenly reached out and took the young Confucian Scholar’s right hand.

Su Xiaoxiao remained frozen in place.

A certain blue-clothed young girl: w(ﾟДﾟ)w

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PS: There’s another Chapter, brothers, don’t wait up before morning, get some rest early...

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