Back when the villain boy [Rebirth]

Chapter 23

After the students lined up to enter the library, the two tidied up and walked out with their book baskets on their backs.

The master returned the jade plaque to them with a smile, and said, "Come here often when you are free."

Jiang Zhou complied obediently.

Time was running out, and they left the library, they rushed to the gate of the school without stopping, met Song Qingyun in a friendly manner, and went to the Salesian Workshop to help together.

Song Qingyun talked about her childhood. Ten years ago, she was only four or five years old. Many memories are blurred. She only remembers that incident that caused a sensation back then. Everyone in the East China Sea was in danger. Many people raised objections, fearing that these children would bring some kind of plague or bad luck to Spring City.In the end, the master came forward to appease people.

Jiang Zhou asked, "Have you met Master?"

This legendary person with the highest spiritual power in Dasheng has long since escaped from the world, and Jiang Zhou had never seen her in the Wuya Academy for several years in his previous life.Jiang Zhou suspected that she had already left Donghai, or was no longer in this world. Otherwise, why she didn't take action to stop the murder in Donghai.Or she is far from being as extraordinary as in the legend, and she is powerless to witness all this with her own eyes.

Song Qingyun nodded, his eyes filled with admiration, "I just saw it from a distance, Master is the most beautiful person I have ever seen!"

Jiang Zhou's eyes lit up, "Really?" She caught a glimpse of Shang Yi's expression, and immediately changed her words: "Why? Isn't the master at least over half a hundred years old?"

Even if a person with high spiritual power ages more slowly than ordinary people, how can the pale face and white hair of five or sixty years old be worth the green face of fifteen or sixteen years old.

Song Qingyun shook his head vigorously, "No, she is really special, I don't know how to say it, the first time I saw Master, I thought it was the statue of a saint who came back to life and walked down from Baiyutai."

Jiang Zhou muttered in a low voice: "Miss Sage looks very young."

Shang Yi: "You even know this? Did you see it with your own eyes?"

Jiang Zhou smiled and said, "I guess."

When the topic of several people changed, Jiang Zhou's smile gradually subsided, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.

She lied just now, she had seen the ghost of a saint.The sage was born very well, with radiant skin and delicate eyebrows. At that time, Jiang Zhou was amazed, why there were so many classics recording the words and deeds of the sage, but none of them praised her good looks?

Would this dilute the "god" smell?

The beauty that is close at hand will only make people jealous and blasphemy, and only the distant and unattainable beauty can become faith.

When Jiang Zhou turned his head, the jade statue stood in the morning light, holding a scroll in his hand, with a smile in his eyes, looking gentle and humble, full of wisdom.

But the wandering soul trapped in it is lost, helpless and lonely.

No one knows what kind of emotions and desires the saint in the legend had, and what kind of painful struggles he had.

Later, Jiang Zhou met Shang Yi at the Yaochi Banquet, and he couldn't help but think of the wandering soul in the academy. They had similar auras.

Thousands of people praise it, and tens of thousands of people spread it, but in it, they feel lonely.

Jiang Zhou didn't want Shang Yi to become that kind of person, so she approached her and handed her a plum blossom.

Song Qingyun also stopped, looked up at the jade statue of the saint, and said with emotion: "After thousands of years, who will know me?"

What she thought in her heart was completely opposite to that of Jiang Zhou. She only hoped that once she ascended to the Tianzi Hall, her ambition would be rewarded with blood, and her name would be left in history and sung by thousands of people.

Most of every Wuya student thinks like Song Qingyun.They are like immature birds, looking up at the blue sky, eager to try to fly to the sky.

It's a pity that the sudden change in the East China Sea buried all her passion, youth, and dreams.

He said kindly, "Are you so ambitious?"

Song Qingyun blushed, "No, it's just that my father always said, let me study hard and go to Kunwu to serve the country in the future."

He said kindly: "My old man is always nagging me to study hard so that I can become a cultured profiteer in the future."

Song Qingyun: "Sage, how can you say such a thing?" She turned to look at Jiang Zhou and the two, "Why are you studying?"

Jiang Zhou: "I don't know, I don't have a father."

Song Qingyun quickly apologized, Jiang Zhou waved her hand, not paying much attention, she didn't have any lofty ambitions, or in other words, she has no ambitions now.

Shang Yi said: "When my father was alive, he wanted me to live a peaceful and stable life."

This was something she slowly realized after a long time in her previous life.Ever since the rebellious Marquis left and never came back, there was no one around her. Relying on the secret guard left by her father, she was able to win a glimmer of life out of that chaotic world.Later, she often recalled the past, thinking about Zhou Zhou, the parents she had never met, and the relatives and love she had missed in her life.

Scholars always want to go straight to the sky, but once they reach the Hall of the Son of Heaven, they don't know that the seat of the Son of Heaven is resplendent and resplendent in front of them, but there is no one behind them.

Accompanied, only thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are picturesque.

Fortunately, I met Jiang Zhou in my life, and gave her a touch of brilliance in the gloomy memories, which is bitter but sweet.

Song Qingyun warned again: "You must not tell my father, he knows that I will kill me if I come here."

Jiang Zhou smiled and said, "Uncle Song, is he willing to beat you?"

Song Qingyun stuck out her tongue, "What if!" She frowned, and said bitterly: "Don't think my father is easy to talk, I used to play with people from the Salesian, he talked about me for three or four years, and he still wants to talk to me." Neighbors are optimistic, and I am not allowed to go there again."

Jiang Zhou: "It's also for your own good."

The only daughter, Uncle Song regarded her as the jewel in his palm, holding it in his palm for fear of losing it, and holding it in his mouth for fear of melting, so naturally he refused to let her go to the Salesian where she was suspected of being infected with the strange plague disease.

The Salesian Workshop is in the suburbs of Dongcheng.

The autumn light is just right, and several golden osmanthus plants are planted beside the suburban road, and the sweet fragrance of flowers blows in the wind.

Still walking, I suddenly heard a clatter of horseshoes and clear singing.

Several people turned their heads to look, and saw a group of students drinking and singing, horseshoes treading flowers, galloping away from the avenue, their sleeves were full of wind, and their white school uniforms rolled like waves.

He Qi said: "That's a freshman from the Martial Arts Institute, and we are organizing an outing today."

Jiang Zhou knew that every weekend, students from the Martial Arts Academy would invite them to travel together.Their reasons for applying for funding are also very good. Spring is said to be the spring breeze, which is a good time to practice swords; summer is said to be summer flowers are gorgeous, and it is a good time to bend bows; , it's cold, it's so comfortable to eat hot pot around the school.

As for playing?

Can the matter of the Martial Arts Institute be called a play?

They watched the boy gallop away, and they all made envious voices.

Song Qingyun: "Why is the Martial Arts Academy so indulgent? The academy even allocates money to them."

He smiled kindly and said, "You can count the number of sweet-scented osmanthus flowers on the golden platform, and you will know why."

Turn from the main road to a small road, walk along the gurgling stream for a short distance, and you will see a house with white walls and black tiles.

The two doors were ajar, and it was surprisingly quiet inside.

Song Qingyun stretched out his hand to push the door, and asked in surprise, "Why is it so quiet? They used to be noisy."

Jiang Zhou stopped her and walked in the front. The moment he opened the door, a bucket of cold water poured on her head.