After Cultivating With the Enemy

In the early morning, the distant mountains were shrouded in clouds and mist, and the sound of reading aloud in the morning came from the forest.

The schedule of Hongmeng Academy is extremely strict. Morning reading begins at [-]:[-] every day, and morning, afternoon, and evening classes finish at the end of morning reading.It is not until Haishi that the whole day's homework can be completed and return to the disciples' courtyard.

The academy takes a rest every ten days, and the immortals usually choose a rest day to hold a big class to answer questions and lectures. There is no threshold, and disciples can participate freely.

In short, compared with mortal cultivation sects, the schoolwork is even worse.

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

The morning class of the yellow character class is taught by Tianquan Xianjun.Taoist scripture textbooks are boring and boring, coupled with Tianquan Xianjun's rigidity and strictness, he read the scriptures slowly, shaking his head and shaking his head, which prolongs the torture endlessly.

Among the newly enrolled students this year, 23 were assigned to the yellow class. Including the original ones, there are now no fewer than forty disciples in the yellow class.In less than half an hour, the classroom was already lying down.

Among the corpses strewn all over the field, only Ji Chaoyun was still sitting upright.

"It's only now that I understand what it means that there are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky."

Finally, when class was over, the disciples walked out of the classroom one after another. Ye Chenxing lay on the long table and said weakly: "I used to think that there would never be a place in this world more terrifying than my mortal teacher, who would have thought... ..."

Beside him, Beiran also looked like a soul wandering Taixu: "Brother Ye, I tried my best, and you can find someone else. Half an hour is the limit, if I continue, I will doubt why I came here ..."

"It doesn't matter, I understand." Ye Chenxing said vicissitudes, "I was already doubting this matter when the incense burned."

After the two finished speaking, they both looked at Ji Chaoyun's back in front of him. The latter was still sitting in front of the desk, bowing his head and writing something.

Beiran sighed: "As expected of Brother Ji, I have listened to it for two full hours."

"Nonsense, can people be like us?" Ye Chenxing said, calling out to Ji Chaoyun, "Chaoyun, you are the most reliable, remember to lend me a look when you turn back in the notebook... Zhaoyun?"

Ji Zhaoyun didn't answer.

The two looked at each other, vaguely aware of something.

Ye Chenxing tentatively reached out and patted Ji Zhaoyun's shoulder.

Ji Zhaoyun raised his head from the scroll, a gleam of light flashed between his ears, and he removed the muting technique: "You were talking to me just now?"

Ye Chenxing: "..."

Beiran: "..."

Ji Zhaoyun blinked blankly, and closed the classic book he was copying in his hand.From the perspective of the two of them, they couldn't tell what kind of book it was, but the slightly old book cover showed that it was definitely not the "Shangqing Daojing: Two Poles" that Immortal Tianquan taught for three hours in the morning class.

Ye Chenxing slowly gave him a thumbs up.

After the morning class, the disciples at the Huangzi level were going to Yanjianping to practice swordsmanship. When the three of them stepped out of the classroom, Ji Chaoyun said, "You guys go first, I have something else to do."

Ye Chenxing didn't ask any more questions, but just said: "Then hurry up and don't be late."

Ji Zhaoyun nodded, turned his head and walked on another road.

The classroom building is located in a pine forest to the west of the main peak. Only the outline of white walls and blue tiles can be vaguely seen in the shade of green pines.Ji Zhaoyun walked through the bluestone-paved path behind the classroom building, and walked along the mountain path, and at the end of the road was another classroom building.

There is a wooden sign outside the classroom, with the word "Xuan" written on it.

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

Ji Chaoyun turned around and nodded at the other party: "Senior Brother Xiao."

Xiao Jue is not tall, and his delicate face is full of embarrassment.Seeing that there was no one around, he whispered: "You've come, give me the things quickly."

Ji Zhaoyun took out a few volumes from his sleeve and handed them to Xiao Jue.

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

Ji Zhaoyun lowered his eyes: "That book... I haven't finished reading it yet."

Xiao Jue was silent for a while, not embarrassing him: "Forget it, return it to me after reading it quickly, so as not to have long nights and dreams."

"But..." Ji Zhaoyun looked a little hesitant, and asked, "Is there really no way to ask senior brother earlier?"

"Chaoyun, it's not that senior brother doesn't want to help you, it's that guy—"

Suddenly, a voice sounded behind the two: "Xiao Jue, what are you doing here?"

Ji Zhaoyun was no stranger to this voice, he frowned slightly, and looking back, it was really Xu Zixing, the deacon disciple who assigned him to Wenqu Peak on the day he entered school.

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

Xiao Jue's expression froze, he didn't know how to answer, so he just heard Ji Chaoyun say: "Thank you, Senior Brother Xiao, for informing this student about the assessment, so I will take my leave."

Ji Chaoyun was about to leave, but was stopped by Xu Zixing: "Assessment matters...you came to ask so early?"

"So what?"

Xu Zixing looked him up and down, and said sarcastically: "I almost forgot, our junior brother Ji is a rare inferior spiritual root in the academy. If you fail the quarterly exam after March, you will be expelled from school. You really should prepare in advance."

Ji Chaoyun didn't like his set, and asked coldly, "Is there anything else?"

"What do you think?" Xu Zixing couldn't pretend anymore, he gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "What kind of enchantment did you cast on me before, so that I was lying on the bed—"

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

Seeing the change in his expression, Ji Zhaoyun suddenly smiled slightly.The corner of his mouth raised a mocking arc, but there was no smile in his eyes, instead there was a strange coldness.

Seeing him like this, Xu Zixing felt chills down his spine, and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

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

Xu Zixing's expression changed drastically, and he instinctively took a few steps back.But he quickly came back to his senses, forced himself to stop, and angrily said: "You are so bold! Hongmeng Academy expressly prohibits the use of magic, so you are not afraid of me—"

"Do you have proof?"

Xu Zixing's voice stopped abruptly.

He has no evidence.

Not only that, he still doesn't even know what hurt him.There were no traces of magic spells, no wounds left, and even the Immortal Doctor couldn't see any problems.

But it was not fake that he was tormented by the itching for three full days.

Ji Zhaoyun said calmly: "Without evidence, I hope senior brother will not frame others casually. As far as I know, this is also against the rules of the school."

After he finished speaking, he bowed his head to Xu Zixing and saluted: "If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

Xu Zixing dared not speak out, seeing Ji Chaoyun's back disappearing at the end of the path, he gritted his teeth and said, "You wait for me!"

When he turned his head, he saw Xiao Jue lowered his head and wanted to go out.

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

Xiao Jue hurriedly hid the scroll in his bosom: "No, it's nothing..."

Xu Zixing vaguely understood something, he stepped forward, put his hand on Xiao Jue's shoulder, and grinned at the corner of his mouth: "I'll give you another chance, is he really here to ask you about the quarterly exam?"

"...That's the way it is. The evidence that Xiao Jue and Ji Chaoyun stole the Dengyun Tower's collection is conclusive, and I hope His Highness will deal with it fairly." Dengyun Tower, Xu Zixing stood in the room with his hands folded, and said calmly to the person sitting in front of the table.

Xiao Jue stood beside him, not saying a word, not daring to lift his head.

Feng Qi's eyes swept over the two of them, and his voice was calm: "I see, you go back first."

"Second Highness, Dengyunlou's collection of books is never borrowed, and you don't know how to cover it up—"

"Your name is...Xu Zixing, right?" Feng Qi tapped his knuckles on the table and said softly, "I remember you followed Jiang Cheng a long time ago, so you may have misunderstood me."

"His Royal Highness hates people pointing fingers in front of me and teaching me how to behave." Feng Qi raised his eyes, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes, "Get lost."

"You—" Xu Zixing didn't dare to provoke him, finally glanced at Xiao Jue who was beside him, snorted coldly and walked away with a flick of his sleeves.

There was a moment of silence in the Dengyun Building, Feng Qi said: "Now that the outsider has left, let's talk about it, what's going on?"

Xiao Jue murmured: "Your Highness, I didn't mean to steal the books, I just..."

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

"No..." Xiao Jue's eyes dodged, but Feng Qi always looked at him calmly, with a calm expression, but as if a cold light was on his back.After a moment of stalemate between the two, Xiao Jue finally told the truth: "It is true that I took the initiative to help him."

"...Among the students enrolled this year, one of them is my own younger brother. My parents are both Sanxian, and the two of us cannot directly enroll, we can only pass the Sanxian assessment."

"My younger brother went up the mountain with Ji Chaoyun, and received a lot of help from him along the way. If it wasn't for him, my younger brother would not have been able to make it to Hongmeng Mountain. When they first arrived at Changqingyuan, I sneaked out to meet them. Give Ji Chaoyun some repayment, so..."

"So you took advantage of me not being in the academy a few days ago, and stole the books out to borrow flowers to offer Buddha?"

Xiao Jue's legs softened, and he hurriedly begged for mercy: "I know I was wrong, Your Highness, please forgive this time, don't tell the immortal!"

Feng Qi smiled and didn't answer, flipping through the book at hand: "He doesn't want more than this one, what else does he want, let's hear it."

Xiao Jue: "In addition to these, there are two volumes of the Taishang Changqing Jing, the third volume and the fourth volume of the Taishang Huajing. At present, except for the fourth volume of the Taishang Huajing, all others have been returned. But..."

"But what?"

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

"You are very good at judging the situation." Feng Qi mocked and asked, "What else does he want?"

Xiao Jue hesitated for a moment, then took out a folded letter paper from his sleeve and handed it over: "Everything he wants is here."

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

Feng Qi glanced at it casually, and understood: "The Supreme Hua Jing is a book for practice, he should have finished the first three volumes by now. But the fourth volume is more obscure than the first few volumes, no wonder he wants these few books The scriptures are used as an aid."

Xiao Jue lowered his head like a quail, not daring to speak.

Feng Qi took a vermilion brush, quickly drew a few strokes on the letter paper, crossed out a few unnecessary scriptures, and added two more.He opened his palms, and the letter automatically floated in front of Xiao Jue: "Following this way to pick up the books is better than what he wants. Go ahead."

Xiao Jue raised his head in surprise, and looked at Feng Qi with eyes as if he had known him for the first time: "This..."

Feng Qi casually threw the vermilion pen on the table, and asked with a smile: "Why, are you worried that I won't hurt him?"

"No, it's just..." Xiao Jue looked at the letter paper in his hand, then at Feng Qi, suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly realized, "I understand, I'll do it now!"

"No, wait." Now it was Feng Qi's turn to be puzzled, "What do you understand?"

Xiao Jue smiled at Feng Qi knowingly, and promised: "Your Highness, don't worry, I will definitely tell Chao Yun about your intentions, and he will be very grateful to you when he knows."

"?" Feng Qi was taken aback, seeing Xiao Jue walking out excitedly, he quickly stopped him, "Come back!"

Feng Qi pressed the twitching eyebrows, took a deep breath, and tried his best to maintain a steady tone: "You misunderstood, I didn't treat him..."

"Your Highness doesn't want others to know about this?" Xiao Jue immediately understood, "I understand, Your Highness don't need to be shy, I will keep it a secret for His Highness."

"Protect you..." Feng Qi gritted his teeth and endured a curse, he didn't bother to explain any more, he just said, "Anyway, don't tell him it's my intention."

Xiao Jue showed a look of "I understand", and said solemnly: "Yes."

Xiao Jue turned around to leave, Feng Qi suddenly asked: "Which disciple courtyard does Ji Chaoyun live in now?"

Xiao Jue turned around and said hesitantly, "He...doesn't live in the disciple's courtyard."

Feng Qi frowned slightly.

Xiao Jue: "I heard that Junior Brother Ji stays in the dormitory every night, saying that he needs to review his homework. The night patrol disciple ran into him several times, but Immortal Yaoguang turned a blind eye and said that as long as he doesn't run around , let him go."

stay in classroom...

That person's pale and thin face appeared in Feng Qi's mind for no reason.The yellow letter class is the most arduous. How can they bear it without rest for so many days?

"Isn't this nonsense." Feng Qi frowned and asked, "Since Yaoguang protects him so much, why hasn't he replaced the disciple courtyard?"

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

Feng Qi closed his eyes, and after a while, he suddenly said: "You don't need to pick up the books, go back to class."

Xiao Jue: "Huh?"

"I've changed my mind, okay?" Feng Qi didn't want to talk to him anymore, and simply chased him away, "Let me find out about this kind of thing next time, and you don't want to enter Dengyun Tower again, get out."

"……Yes."

The night was already dark, and the night patrol disciples had just passed the last round of patrolling, and there was no one in the pine forest, so quiet that there were only a few insects and birds chirping.The night wind passed through the forest, and the half-closed windows creaked.In the pine forest, there is only a beating dim light in the yellow class classroom.

There is no four seasons change in Hongmeng Academy, only the alternation of day and night is the same as in the mortal world.

Immortals don't need to sleep at sunrise and rest at sunset like ordinary people, but they can't cope with the heavy schoolwork in the academy. Ordinary disciples are so tired that their eyelids are clenched after a day, and they can't wait to go back to the house and fall asleep.

A ray of light swept into the window with the night wind, and a figure quietly appeared in the classroom.

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

Ji Chaoyun didn't sleep very well, his long case was low, he had to curl up his arms and legs, his head was resting on his arms, his brows were slightly wrinkled due to discomfort, and he looked even thinner.

The dimly beating oil lamp made his face paler, and a light bloodstain fell on the back of his hand, which should be due to untreated, but the wound was still a little red and swollen, which was particularly glaring on the almost transparent white skin.

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

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

His eyes were fixed on the other party's smooth forehead, and when he remembered the pair of dragon horns that appeared here that day, he suddenly felt dry in his throat.He leaned down, and was about to wake him up, when he caught sight of something out of the corner of his eye.

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

The purse was of excellent quality, the fabric was embroidered with pale golden patterns, which were not clearly visible, but gave Feng Qi a very familiar feeling.He stared at it for a long time, when the ghost sent his hand into Ji Chaoyun's arms, and was about to take it out to have a look.

But just as his fingers touched the edge of the purse, his spine felt a chill.

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

The oil lamp on the table hadn't been refilled for a long time, and the light was already very dim, but Ji Zhaoyun's vertical pupils were extraordinarily clear and bright.

They looked at each other quietly through the dancing lights, and after a while, the faint light in Ji Zhaoyun's eyes gradually faded, turning back into those black and white pupils.

He lowered his head, Feng Qi's hand was still in the posture of reaching into his arms.

Feng Qi: "..."

Ji Chaoyun: "..."