If it is said that the people in the entire Luocang Academy who think about Xu Qingyun's death the most, except for Zhao Sanxing, who came from the Yingdu of Chu State, although he was afraid of Su Ke's background power, he also disdained to pay too much attention to a seven or eight-year-old boy because of his cultivation status. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Obviously, the only person who can curse Xu Qingyun here is Du Wei, who likes to occupy a seat in the East Courtyard all day long.

He was dressed in a long gray robe, which looked a little old, and he was no longer as vigorous as he used to be. The circles under his eyes were dark, and his expression was indescribably haggard. But when he looked at Xu Qingyun, his eyes were full of anger, full of resentment and hatred.

"Xu Qingyun, you're not dead yet!"

This voice is low and hoarse, even in the noisy bluestone alleys, it is particularly abrupt, making people a little caught off guard and difficult to accept.

Luocang Academy has a long history, as early as the Spring and Autumn Period, it has begun to teach in Nanshan and Chenliu counties to solve doubts, until the establishment of the Western Chu State, a hundred wastes to be rebuilt, Zhu Jiahao spent a lot of money, the establishment of the largest academy in the two counties.

Not only to cultivate and become enlightened, but of course, to enter the world, to learn the strengths of a hundred schools, poetry and etiquette are indispensable.

Many of them are children of the family of the two counties, although they are usually a little arrogant, but the etiquette of the family represents their own face, usually they pretend to be a humble gentleman, when did they say such resentful words in front of such a public, which makes people laugh?

There was some inexplicable silence in the alleys and streets, not only those academy students, but also Xiao Er, the owner of the shop who sold goods, couldn't help but turn their heads and point fingers.

Unconsciously, they made way for Du Wei to stand there and look particularly high-profile.

Xu Qingyun naturally knows Du Wei, although many days have passed since what happened that day, but when I think of it at this time, I still remember it vividly.

But knowing does not mean that he has to speak, he can also refuse.

Xu Qingyun ignored him, continued to eat the leeks in the bowl, and at the same time did not forget to take a few plates of papaya, handed them to Zhu Feng, and instructed: "Sister, you have to eat more papaya, this is a big supplement for you." ”

Zhu Feng was annoyed and wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, he still took the papaya and took two bites hard.

The two of them were eating their favorite foods, Xu Qingyun gobbled up, and the appearance of feasting was very hearty. In such a comparison, Zhu Feng, who was born in a family, looks very elegant, picking up a leg of mutton, raising the knife in his hand, and the thin meat on the leg of mutton is cut into shredded meat, the action is clean and neat, and it is done in one go.

The blade is pointed on the shredded meat, and it is sent into the small mouth of the red lips, Zhu Feng purses the thin corners of his lips, and the appearance when he chews and swallows slowly is very elegant and attractive, and the temperament of the children of the family is vividly displayed.

"You guys, you ......!"

The surrounding crowd was dumbfounded, they really couldn't imagine that what should have been tense was so vulnerable in front of two real foodies.

Du Wei's face was already haggard, he hadn't gone to school for a long time, and the things in the realm, because he didn't have the guidance of a teacher, he didn't dare to cultivate rashly, and he had always been stagnant.

In addition to copying scriptures in Tibet all day, he is still copying scriptures. If it weren't for the collection of books today, he would not have come to this bluestone alley to improve his recent poor food.

But when he saw Xu Qingyun, the feeling that all the new hatred and old hatred were intertwined made Du Wei's face pale, and even his fingers trembled a little.

He pointed to Xu Qingyun in front of him and said, "I remember that you went to Siguo Cliff, why didn't you die inside?"

Xu Qingyun was still eating by himself, only Zhu Feng's eyes were slightly raised, and he seemed to glance at him unexpectedly.

But the students of the academy who came and went around really couldn't calm down, and they began to talk about it.

"Thinking about the cliff, ah, I remember!"

"Hmm, this boy, I don't seem to have some impressions!"

"Oh, this is Du Wei, this is the Du Wei in the East Courtyard, let Senior Sister Su punish Du Wei who copied the scriptures!"

"So, this is the boy who has been thinking about the cliff for three months?"

"He's not dead!"

......

This sentence is very inexplicable, Du Wei had said such things before, and at that time everyone just thought he was mentally retarded.

But at this time, I have to say that this sentence is very 'accurate'!

Why didn't this boy die?

As long as people who have been there, there is no return in a general sense, otherwise it is impossible for everyone to say that they have died over the cliff.

Of course, there are also people who come back, and it is said that it is ridiculous that they can't find their way to cross the cliff.

"You didn't find your way to the cliff?"

Du Wei's face was ugly and terrifying, maybe there was only this explanation, his eyes were a little red, his eyes were staring at Xu Qingyun, as if he was enduring great pain, and shouted loudly: "You must not have found the way to cross the cliff!"

"Senior sister is really unfair, let me go to Tibet to endure the pain of copying scriptures, it is just a nominal punishment for you, but I can't find Siguo Cliff, so I obediently rolled back, how can this convince the public?

He spoke in a loud voice, his eyes wide with rage, almost like a roar.

The surrounding crowd was silent, because this matter had already involved Senior Sister Su Ke, they didn't dare to say more, but when they looked at Du Wei, they couldn't help but have a little sympathy in their eyes.

Xu Qingyun frowned slightly, he didn't know if Du Wei was stupid? Knowing that the senior sister couldn't be messed with, why was he always so entangled? If he really wanted to care about the gains and losses, and thought about what happened in the cliff, how could he compare it with him copying scriptures in Tibet?

Don't talk about anything else, just talk about the 'Mingli' of the Sword Sea Ancient Road, which almost killed him.

He couldn't help but raise his head, opened his black and white pupils, looked at Du Wei with burning eyes, and asked, "Senior brother, what do you mean by this? Do you have to die on the cliff to be happy?"

Du Wei was a little stunned, he didn't know how he should answer, but at this time, he was already angry in his heart, and roared: "I wish you died without a place to be buried!"

The voice was very loud, full of anger and resentment, even strangers could feel it, and the hatred for Xu Qingyun in Du Wei's heart was really three!

"You hate me so much?" Xu Qingyun was a little surprised, it turned out that he had hit him so hard at the beginning.

"You made it impossible for me to learn the Dao, and I copied scriptures in Tibet all day long, and my realm cultivation stagnated. Du Wei said in the end, but he was also an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, his mood was not very mature, and he was already a competitive age, but what happened that day became his nightmare, and he felt that the whole world was laughing at him.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, his eyes were full of anger, and before he knew it, he came to Xu Qingyun's side and said resentfully: "Can you understand that I, who have already cultivated to the realm of enlightenment, am facing the strange gaze of my master? Can you imagine the feeling of making a child who has not cultivated a loud slap? Can you imagine how sharp and stinging the sword qi left on the sunset leaves of Senior Sister is?"

"You won't understand these things!"

Du Wei was furious, and in front of everyone's eyes, the left hand, which had always been held in the wide sleeves, suddenly picked up a knife light, and roared hoarsely: "You give me death!"