Xu Zhuchen stepped forward and knocked gently on the door of the house.
At this time, the drizzle had gradually stopped, and the raindrops hanging on the eaves fell from time to time, landing on her half-lengthened hair. Xu Zhuchen knocked on the door but got no answer, so he stood back and looked at the building in front of him.
The house is a separate building with two floors and a small attic on the top. The house has blue bricks and white walls, a flat roof with tile eaves, and a boxwood plaque hanging on it: "Huayu Academy". It looks very simple and elegant, but it doesn't look like a house in Zhiyang.
Zhiyang has rainy and humid weather all year round and the climate is humid, so most of the houses have bracket roofs. At least one of the designers or owners of Huayu Academy is not a local.
But the academy is so well preserved, it seems that the owner cherishes it very much.
Xu Zhuchen waited for a long time, but no one answered the door, so he took a few steps forward and knocked a little harder.
As soon as she took her hand back, the heavy black-painted wooden door creaked and opened a crack. The slightly cold spring breeze swept the dust on the ground and rushed out the door.
Xu Zhuchen pushed gently, and the two doors opened to both sides, revealing the front hall of the academy.
The front hall is separated by a stone screen. In front of the screen is a smooth wooden floor. There are desks and chairs in the fences on both sides. They are not very clean and dusty. It seems that no one has used it for a long time.
After bypassing the screen, the back room was very empty, with two small yellow-painted wooden doors on both sides, tied with iron chains, and the structure inside the door could not be seen clearly. Behind is an elegant wooden door, leading to the backyard.
Xu Zhuchen searched around and found the stairs leading to the second floor behind a small wooden door.
She gently broke the iron chain, pushed open the wooden door, and walked up the creaking wooden stairs.
The stairwell is closed on all sides, except for a small square window at a high point. Xu Zhuchen walked up the dark stairs one step after another, thinking about the gains and losses of the past few days as he walked.
Luo Zhi has already gone to Meichuan. If he can meet Han Ling, he might be able to learn a few tricks. If not, just tell her name Xu Zhuchen and someone will send her home;
The Jiang family siblings were separated by her and assigned their respective tasks. Although Xu Zhuchen was used to analyzing situations and assigning tasks, he couldn't help but feel a little sad when he saw the two young sisters reluctant to leave when they were separated.
The person pretending to be Han Ling kept provoking him, but in her eyes he was just like a sick dog barking. But thinking about the tragedy of the Jiang family and the fact that Fenglong was very afraid of that group of people, Xu Zhuchen's sense of justice suddenly rose in his heart, and he vowed to eradicate this local snake.
I don’t know who is telling her the news about Azadirachta. She didn't know what that person's purpose was. But this person can be considered as helping her along the way and is temporarily listed as a friend.
Xu Zhuchen thought all the way, and the wooden stairs had reached the top step. Because the wooden board creaked, she used some light skills intentionally or unintentionally.
So she climbed up to the second floor, seemingly unnoticed.
Xu Zhuchen went up to the second floor, and the scene in front of her was beyond her expectation.
Different from the dusty wooden floor on the first floor, the floor on the second floor is all smooth and smooth marble. The patterns on the snow-white marble are like thin rivers. The floor was very clean, as if it had been given a smooth layer of wax, the walls were white, and every dark door was shiny.
What puzzled Xu Zhuchen was that as soon as she stepped onto the second floor, she heard some vague voices. From some doors, the sound of reading could be heard loudly.
Xu Zhuchen felt a little puzzled - the first floor of this academy had been gathering dust for a long time. It seemed that few people came here. Xu Zhuchen went upstairs and never heard any sound. Why did so many people suddenly appear?
Before she reached the corridor, she saw several girls in white clothes and black hair holding books and walking through the corridor talking and laughing.
Xu Zhuchen hurriedly hid himself - not for any other reason, at least not to scare them with his white hair and red eyes.
It wasn't until the two girls' voices disappeared at the end of the corridor that Xu Zhuchen landed lightly on the corridor.
She was curious in her heart, but also thought that she could not leave Li Tian alone, so she used her inner strength to explore the situation in each room.
The common way to detect internal force is to turn the internal force into tiny feathers and land them on the place to be explored without leaving any trace. Xu Zhuchen's internal power was quite domineering. She turned her internal power into a huge "membrane" with no gaps. This membrane fell down and covered the entire second floor.
She looked at each room - students studying, teachers teaching, doctors of literature writing textbooks, scholars studying ancient books... In the last room, there was a woman copying books.
Xu Zhuchen concentrated on describing her appearance in more detail:
Exactly: Fengshen is handsome and dashing. She has a pair of black long sword-shaped eyebrows that are not painted on her, and her eyes smile before she says anything. She is as tall and straight as a green pine in the mountain forest, and as graceful as a bamboo cultivated in the wind. She has broad shoulders, a strong body, and strong legs. She is truly a strange woman in the world.
Xu Zhuchen used his inner strength to touch her bit by bit, as if stroking her cheek with his fingers. She walked towards the last door with a smile on her face to meet her Xiao Mei.
Xu Zhuchen's snow-white fingers touched the door handle. Before he opened the door, he heard a question from behind him: "Who are you?"
In an instant, the scenery in front of him disappeared, the snow-white marble turned into a brown wooden floor, and the smooth painted walls became mottled and uneven, as if they were eaten by insects. What Xu Zhuchen grabbed in his hand was not a door handle, but a wooden ladder leading to the attic from the second floor.
If he hadn't been stopped by someone, Xu Zhuchen would have torn up the wooden ladder at this moment.
Saying this, Xu Zhuchen couldn't help but feel frightened just now. She turned around slowly with a bright smile: "Sorry, I was a little lost in thought and walked in here unintentionally."
The man behind her looked extremely frightened and did not listen to her words at all: "Who are you? Are you here to beg for her life?"
Xu Zhuchen frowned: "For whom? What are you talking about?"
The man cautiously stretched out a hand and pointed at the stairs beside Xu Zhuchen. Only then did Xu Zhuchen see that there was originally a small door here, but now it was boarded up.
"She... I didn't mean to let her stay here! I just wanted her to finish copying the book in her hand... I really didn't mean it. When I removed the stone bricks, where I knew there was going to be a fire here!!!”
Xu Zhuchen heard the meaning of his painting and couldn't help but hold on to his collar: "You left a woman here and she was burned to death...? Who is she? What kind of person is she!"
The man's moustache was shaken by her, and he could no longer speak coherent words. He could only say "not on purpose" and "it has nothing to do with me" over and over again.
Xu Zhuchen was so angry that he dropped the man in his hand. Before she could say anything, the man in front of her ran behind her and rushed over with a scream.
Xu Zhuchen couldn't help clenching his fists, but he saw that what he was holding was not a fragment of silk from a man's body, but a piece of linen cloth from a fashionable women's clothing.
There was a blazing heat behind her, making her mouth go dry. Xu Zhuchen turned around hastily——
The small building in front of me has been engulfed in flames, and thick smoke is billowing out from the wooden walls and pillars, making people breathless. Everything you could see was flames, and sparks were jumping and fluttering everywhere, showing off their power towards Xu Zhuchen. Xu Zhuchen took a few steps back. Just as he was about to leave, he heard a sharp voice.
The sound was distorted by the heat wave, but the sadness in it could still be heard.
It was a woman's voice, a voice filled with grief and heart-wrenching grief.
A tear rolled down Xu Zhuchen's face, but she didn't notice it at all. Her feet and sword acted earlier than she realized. By the time Xu Zhuchen realized it, she was already in the middle of a fire.
Xu Zhuchen stood there, looking at the collapsed pillars and beams, looking at the bookcases, tables and chairs that burst in the flames, looking at the air distorted by the heat wave in front of him, but he could not see a single figure.
She couldn't see a soul!
Xu Zhuchen tore off his cuffs and wetted them, covered his mouth and nose with a wet cloth, lowered his head and walked through the fire scene.
How she wanted, how much she wanted——
How she wanted to scream——
Call out a name——
Xu Zhuchen froze on the spot.
She saw it.
The wet cloth in her hand fell to the ground, but she didn't care so much.
A figure appeared in front of him, a figure rushing into the fire regardless, a figure of a crying woman.
Xu Zhuchen had no time to discern what she was shouting, no time to think, no time to catch her.
She could only shout "Azadirachta!" in vain and watched as she was engulfed in flames without hesitation.
Xu Zhuchen fell to the ground due to the smoke, coughed several times, stood up, and fell back involuntarily.
She subconsciously raised her sword, and the cold touch of the scabbard stunned her for a moment.
Xu Zhuchen bit his lip and made a decision.
She took a few steps towards the place where Xiao Mei disappeared. The tongue of fire was about to lick her face, but Xu Zhuchen had no intention of flinching.
She raised her sword, regardless of the danger of using her inner strength in a fire, regardless of the possibility of overstretching herself, and desperately pressed her fingers on the sword's edge.
The sharp sword cut her finger. Xu Zhuchen wiped the blood between his eyebrows and closed his eyes tightly.
The next moment, the sword came out like a dragon, and the cold sword energy gathered around Xu Zhuchen. Following her movements, the internal energy turned into countless tiny water droplets. The edge of the sword was cold, and the water dropped all over Xu Zhuchen's body, slowly gathering into a transparent film.
Xu Zhuchen opened her eyes suddenly, and everything in front of her suddenly turned into a layer of faint white. Then, blizzards burst out from around her. Countless snowflakes were like birds of prey struggling to get out of the cage, flying out endlessly, one after another flying into the fierce flames. .
Suddenly, there was only cold white snow left between the sky and the earth.
Xu Zhuchen's "Snow Flying" style was really sinister. It created ice and snow out of thin air, almost draining her internal energy. But she didn't have time to rest. She just hurriedly adjusted herself for a moment, and then ran towards Xiao Mei without stopping.
"Azadirachta!" Xu Zhuchen shouted, leaning on his sword, "Azadirachta!"
Countless snowflakes covered the flames, the floor was scorched black, and Xu Zhuchen had no time to use Qing Gong. She yelled again: "Azadirachta, where are you!"
If Xu Zhuchen could see her current appearance, she would find that her snow-white hair had been scorched black by smoke, and her blue and white shorts had also been burned with several holes. But she had no strength left. She took a few steps forward and tried to refine an internal force to hold on and not fall down.
She couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. Before the blood hit the ground, it turned into scarlet ice cubes.
Xu Zhuchen felt funny in his heart and burst into laughter. She rubbed her eyes and walked a few more steps until she saw a suit of white clothes.
What a beautiful white dress, unstained by dust. Her black hair was flying, and her white clothes were blowing in the wind, just like the swaying coriander in the Li River.
The jianjia is luxuriant, and the white dew is still shining. The so-called beauty is on the water's edge...
The jianjia is collected, and the white dew has not stopped. The so-called beauty is in the water...
Xu Zhuchen took a few steps forward, smiled and hugged the man's waist.
"Azadirachta." She said.
