After Cultivating With the Enemy

Early in the morning, the distant mountains were enveloped by clouds, and the sound of morning reading came from the forest.

The work and rest of Hongmeng Academy are extremely strict. Morning reading starts at 9:00 every day, and morning reading ends with morning, noon, and evening classes.It was not until Haishi that he could finish a whole day of homework and return to the disciple courtyard.

The academy takes a round of rest every ten days. The fairy monarchs usually choose to take a rest day to answer questions and give lectures. There is no threshold, and students are free to participate.

In short, the schoolwork is better than the mortal cultivation school.

At the end of the hour, the morning bell rang slowly, and the sound of morning reading gradually stopped.

The morning class of the yellow character is taught by Tianquan Xianjun.Taoism textbooks are boring and boring. In addition, Tianquan Xianjun is rigid and rigid. He slowly reads the scriptures, shaking his head and shaking his head, which lengthens the endless torture.

Twenty-three of the newly enrolled disciples this year have been assigned to the yellow character level. With the addition of the original ones, there are now no fewer than forty students in the yellow character level.In less than half an hour, the classroom was already lying down.

The corpses were all over the field, but Ji Chaoyun was still sitting in a jerk.

"I only now understand what it means to have someone outside of a person, there is a heaven outside of the sky."

Finally when the class was over, the disciples walked out of the classroom one after another. Ye Chenxing lay on the long case weakly and said: "I used to think that there will be no more terrifying place in this world than my mortal teacher. Who would have thought... …"

Beside him, Beiran also looked like a soul wandering too empty: "Brother Ye, I have tried my best. Please note that you can find someone else. Half an hour is the limit. If I continue, I will wonder why I came here. ..."

"It's okay, I understand." Ye Chenxing said vicissitudes of life, "I was already suspicious of this when I made a stick of incense."

After speaking, the two of them looked at the back of Ji Chaoyun in front of him. The latter was still sitting in front of the case, bowing his head and writing something.

Bei Ran sighed: "As expected of Brother Ji, he heard two hours full."

"Nonsense, can others be like us?" Ye Chenxing said, and called to Ji Chaoyun, "Chaoyun, or you are the most reliable, remember to borrow me to take a look...Chaoyun?"

Ji Chaoyun did not answer.

The two looked at each other and realized something vaguely.

Ye Chenxing tentatively patted Ji Chaoyun on the shoulder.

Ji Chaoyun raised his head from the scroll, a faint light flashed between the auricles, and removed the masking technique: "Are you talking to me just now?"

Ye Chenxing: "..."

Beiran: "..."

Ji Chaoyun blinked blankly and closed the book he was copying.From the perspective of the two of them, it is not clear what book it is, but the slightly outdated book cover shows that it must not be the "Shangqing Daojing · Liangji Pian" that Tianquan Xianjun taught three hours in his morning class.

Ye Chenxing slowly gave him a thumbs up.

After the morning class is over, the yellow disciples will go to Yanjianping to practice swordsmanship. The three of them walk out of the classroom, and Ji Chaoyun said, "You go first, I have something else."

Ye Chenxing didn't ask much, just said: "Then you as soon as possible, don't be late."

Ji Chaoyun nodded, turned his head and walked on the other road.

The classroom is located in a pine forest to the west of the main peak. Only the outline of the white wall and blue tiles can be seen in the shelter of the green pine.Ji Chaoyun crossed the path paved with bluestone behind the classroom and walked along the mountain road. At the end of the road was another classroom.

A wooden sign stood outside the classroom, with the word "Xuan" written.

Tianji Xianjun, who teaches at the Xuanzi level, is notoriously procrastinating, so when Ji Chaoyun arrived, the disciples in the classroom had just left the class and left.He retreated to the dark and waited for a moment, and soon there was the sound of footsteps behind him.

Ji Chaoyun turned around and nodded to the other side: "Brother Xiao."

Xiao Jue is not tall, and her delicate face is full of cramps.Seeing no one was around, he whispered: "You can count it, give me things quickly."

Ji Chaoyun took out a few scrolls from his sleeves and handed them to Xiao Jue.

Xiao Jue counted it up and asked, "Why is one missing?"

Ji Chaoyun lowered his eyes: "That...I haven't finished reading yet."

Xiao Yue was silent for a moment, and it was not difficult for him: "No matter, you pay me back soon after reading, so as to save nights and dreams."

"But..." Ji Chaoyun looked hesitantly, and asked, "Is there really no way to ask the brother before?"

"Chaoyun, it's not that brother is unwilling to help you, it's really that guy—"

Suddenly, a voice rang behind them: "Xiao Jue, what are you doing here?"

Ji Chaoyun is no stranger to this voice. His eyebrows are slightly frowned, and when he looks back, he is indeed the deacon disciple who assigned him to Wen Qufeng on the day of enrollment, Xu Zixing.

Most of the deacon disciples in Hongmeng Academy are selected from the Xuanzi level and the Dizi level, so it is not surprising to encounter them here.

Xiao Ju's expression froze, and she didn't know how to answer. He just listened to Ji Chaoyun: "Thank you, Brother Xiao, for informing the disciples about the assessment, and we are leaving."

Ji Chaoyun tried to walk, but was stopped by Xu Zixing: "Assessment matters...I came to ask so early?"

"So what?"

Xu Zixing looked at him up and down and said sarcastically: "I almost forgot that our junior brother Ji is a rare inferior spirit root in the academy in a century. If the quarter exam after March fails, he will be dropped out. It is indeed necessary to prepare in advance."

Ji Chaoyun didn't eat his suit, and asked nonchalantly, "Is there anything else?"

"What do you think?" Xu Zixing couldn't keep on pretending, gritted his teeth and whispered, "What kind of magic did you do to me before that made Lao Tzu lie down on the bed--"

He didn't finish speaking, and turned away his eyes unnaturally, his expression extremely ugly.

Ji Chaoyun saw the change in his expression in his eyes, and suddenly smiled slightly.The corner of his mouth raised a mocking arc, but there was no smile in his eyes, but a strange coldness was revealed.

Xu Zixing's back was chilled by his appearance, and he stalked his neck and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"That's not a demon method." Ji Chaoyun leaned forward slightly, pressed it to Xu Zixing's ear, and whispered, "It's just a few gadgets I raised. They haven't seen strangers for a long time. They are very curious. Brother Xu is best. Don't get too close to me, lest... they sneak out again."

Xu Zixing's face changed drastically, and he instinctively took a few steps back.But he quickly recovered, forced himself to stop, and angrily said: "You are so bold! The Hongmeng Academy explicitly prohibits the use of sorcery, you are not afraid of me—"

"Do you have evidence?"

Xu Zixing's voice stopped abruptly.

He has no evidence.

Not only that, he still doesn't even know what harmed him.There were no traces of spells, no wounds, and even the medical immortal could not see any problems.

But the three full days he was tortured by that itching was not fake.

Ji Chaoyun said calmly: "There is no evidence, and I hope my brother will not arbitrarily frame others. As far as I know, this is also against the rules."

After he finished speaking, he nodded and saluted Xu Zi: "If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

Xu Zixing dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak. Seeing Ji Chaoyun's back disappear at the end of the path, he gritted his teeth and said: "You wait for me!"

He turned around, but saw that Xiao Jue was bowing his head and wanted to go outside.

"You stop." Xu Zixing's eyes moved slightly, "What are you holding in your hand?"

Xiao Yue hurriedly hid the scroll in his arms: "No, nothing..."

Xu Zixing vaguely understood something. He stepped forward, raised his hand to hold Xiao Ju's shoulder, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "I'll give you another chance. He really came to you to ask about the quarter exam?"

"...That's how things are. The evidence that Xiao Yue and Ji Chaoyun stolen the collection of Dengyun Tower is conclusive, and I hope His Highness will deal with it impartially." Xu Zixingfu, standing in the house with his hands in Dengyun Tower, said calmly towards the person sitting at the table.

Xiao Ju stood beside him without saying a word or daring to raise her head.

Feng Qi's gaze swept over him and his voice was calm: "I see, you go back first."

"Your Majesty, the Dengyunlou collection of books never borrows, you won't have to cover it--"

"Your name is... Xu Zixing, right?" Feng Qi knuckles gently on the table and whispered, "I remember you were with Jiang Cheng a long time ago, so maybe you misunderstood me a bit."

"His Royal Highness hates someone pointing fingers and feet in front of me and teaching me how to act." Feng Qi raised his eyes, a chill came out in his eyes, "Go away."

"You--" Xu Zixing didn't dare to provoke him, finally glanced at Xiao Ju beside him, and left with a cold snort.

There was a moment of silence in Dengyun Building, and Feng Qi said, "Now that the outsider is gone, let's talk about it, what's the matter?"

Xiao Yue whispered: "His Royal Highness, I didn't mean to steal the library, I just..."

Feng Qi: "Just what? Did Ji Chaoyun force you with a sword, or did he tie up your family?"

"No..." Xiao Yue's eyes dodged, but Feng Qi always looked at him calmly, his expression calm, but like a cold light on his back.The two stood in a stalemate for a moment, and Xiao Yue finally told the truth: "It was indeed me who took the initiative to help him."

"...One of the disciples enrolled this year is my biological brother. Both my parents are Sanxian, and our two brothers cannot directly enroll in the school. We can only pass the Sanxian examination."

"My brother and Ji Chaoyun went up the mountain at the same time, and received a lot of help from him along the way. If it weren't for him, my brother wouldn't be able to make it to Hongmeng Mountain. When they first arrived at Changqingyuan, I sneaked out to meet them, thinking Give Ji Chaoyun something in return, so..."

"So you took advantage of my absence in the college a few days ago, stealing the books out to borrow flowers to offer Buddha?"

Xiao Yue's legs softened, and he quickly begged for mercy: "I know it was wrong, your highness, you forgive me this time, don't tell the fairy!"

Feng Qi smiled without answering, and flipped through the book at hand: "He wants more than this one, let's listen to what he wants."

Xiao Jue: "In addition to these, there are the upper and lower volumes of the Supreme Changqing Scriptures, the third volume of the Supreme Chinese Scriptures, the fourth volume. At present, except for the fourth volume of the Supreme Chinese Scriptures, everything else has been returned. But..."

"But what?"

"He also wanted a few other books, but... After His Highness returned to the academy, I told him that he could no longer take books from Dengyun Building, so..."

"You know how to judge the situation." Feng Qi sneered and asked, "What else does he want?"

Xiao Ju hesitated for a moment, took out a folded piece of letter paper from his sleeve and handed it over: "Here is everything he wants."

On the letter paper, the names of several books were written in neat and beautiful handwriting.

Feng Qi glanced at it casually, feeling clear: "The Supreme Chinese Scriptures are books for practice. He should have completed the first three volumes by now. But the fourth volume is more obscure than the previous ones. No wonder he wants these books. Scripture as an aid."

Xiao Ju lowered his head like a quail, and did not dare to speak.

Feng Qi took a Zhu pen, quickly drew a few strokes on the letter paper, crossed out a few unnecessary scriptures, and added two more.He opened his palm, and the letter paper automatically floated in front of Xiao Jue: "Fetching the book according to this is better than what he wants. Go."

Xiao Ju raised her head in surprise, and looked at Feng Qi with the look as if she had known him on the first day: "This..."

Feng Qi casually threw the Zhubi on the table, and asked with a smile: "Why, worry that I will harm him?"

"No, it's just..." Xiao Yue looked at the letter paper in her hand, then at Feng Qi, and suddenly there was a glimmer of inspiration, and she suddenly realized, "I understand, I will do it now!"

"No, wait." Feng Qi was puzzled now, "What do you understand?"

Xiao Yue smiled at Fengqi clearly and promised: "His Royal Highness, don't worry, I will definitely tell Chaoyun your intentions. He will be very grateful if he knows."

"?" Feng Qi was taken aback, saw Xiao Ju rushing out, and quickly stopped him, "Come back!"

Feng Qi held down the brows that bounced and took a deep breath, trying to maintain a steady tone: "You misunderstood, I am not to him..."

"His Royal Highness does not want others to know about this?" Xiao Ju immediately understood, "I understand, Your Highness does not have to be shy, I will keep it secret for His Highness."

"Protect you..." Feng Qi gritted his teeth to endure a secret curse, and was too lazy to explain more, but just said, "Anyway, don't tell him what I meant."

Xiao Ju showed a look that "I understand" and solemnly said, "Yes."

Xiao Ju turned around to leave, Feng Qi suddenly asked, "Which disciple's courtyard Ji Chaoyun lives in now?"

Xiao Yue turned around and hesitated: "He...not live in the disciple's courtyard."

Feng Qi frowned slightly.

Xiao Jue: "I heard that Junior Brother Ji stays in the classroom every night, saying that he wants to review his homework. The disciple of the night watch has met several times, but Yaoguang Xianjun closed one eye and said as long as he doesn't run around. , Let him go."

Stay in the classroom...

For no reason, Feng Qi's pale face appeared in his heart.The yellow-character classwork is the most onerous, so how can you eat so many days without rest?

"Isn't this a nonsense." Feng Qi frowned and asked, "Since Shaoguang is protecting him like this, why haven't he replaced the disciple yard?"

"Disciple Yard?" Xiao Yue looked confused, "I have never heard that Ji Chaoyun is going to change the Disciple Yard, and...no one has seen him return to Disciple Peak, and I don't know where he lives."

Feng Qi's eyes closed, and he waited for a while. He suddenly said, "You don't need to get the book. Go back to class."

Xiao Yue: "Huh?"

"Can I change my mind?" Feng Qi didn't want to talk to him more, and drove people neatly. "Let me discover this kind of thing next time, you don't want to enter the Dengyun Tower again and get out."

"……Yes."

The night was getting dark, and the disciples of the night patrol had just passed the last round of patrol. There was no one in the pine forest, and there were only a few insects and birds.The night wind passed through the forest, and the half-blown windows creaked.In the pine forest, there was only a dim light beating in the yellow-character classroom.

Hongmeng Academy does not change at four o'clock, only the alternation of day and night is the same as the mortal.

The immortal originally didn't need to go to the sun and rest like a mortal, but he couldn't afford the heavy schoolwork in the academy. The ordinary disciples were so tired that they would fight with their eyelids and waited to go back to the house and fall asleep.

A gleam of light rolled into the window with the night wind, and a figure appeared silently in the classroom.

Under the dim oil lamp, a teenager was resting at his desk.

Ji Chaoyun didn't sleep well, and the long case was low. He had to curl up his hands and feet, with his head resting on his arms, his eyebrows slightly wrinkled because of discomfort, and he looked thinner.

The dimly beating oil lamp made his face paler, and a shallow blood stain fell on the back of his hand, which should have been untreated. The wound was still a little red and swollen, and it looked particularly dazzling on the almost transparent white texture.

It is rare for Feng Qi to see Ji Chaoyun's undefended appearance. He squatted down in front of the table, and his gaze flicked across Ji Chaoyun's face inch by inch.

This person is indeed good-looking, even if Feng Qi is used to seeing beauties, he has to admit this.

He stared at the other side's smooth forehead, thinking of the pair of dragon horns that appeared that day, and suddenly felt his throat dry.He leaned down and was about to wake people up, but suddenly he swept over something.

In Ji Chaoyun's arms, the edge of a purse was vaguely exposed.

The texture of the purse is excellent, the fabric is embroidered with light golden patterns, which is not clear, but it gives Feng Qi a very familiar feeling.He must have watched for a long time, and the gods and ghosts reached out into Ji Chaoyun's arms, and was about to take it out to take a look.

But just as his fingers touched the edge of his purse, his back suddenly felt cold.

Feng Qi raised his head and met a pair of cold vertical pupils.

The oil lamp on the table hasn't been refilled for a long time, the light is already very dim, but Ji Chaoyun's vertical pupils are particularly clear and bright.

They looked at each other quietly through the beating lights, and after a short while, the faint light in Ji Chaoyun's eyes gradually faded and turned back to those black and white eyes.

He lowered his head, Feng Qi's hand still kept the position of leaning into his arms.

Feng Qi: "..."

Ji Chaoyun: "..."