My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 180 - 161 People Cant or at Least Shouldnt
Chapter 180: Chapter 161: People Can’t, or at Least Shouldn’t
Chapter 180: Chapter 161: People Can’t, or at Least Shouldn’t
Zhao Rong couldn’t help but be captivated by the woman in the Confucian robe approaching him.
In the solemn and dignified Academy, her sudden appearance was like a radiant landscape in motion.
The love of beauty is common to all, and Zhao Rong, of course, would not miss this stunning sight, so he openly scrutinized her.
Unlike the uniform attire of other Academy scholars, this woman wore a moon-white Confucian robe. Although the robe was loose and covered her figure, her stature must have been graceful and slender. Even dressed in the voluminous robe, she exuded an air of flowing elegance with her wide sleeves.
Such a woman seemed to look good in anything.
Zhao Rong’s eyes showed his appreciation.
As for the woman’s facial features, the first thing he noticed was simply how “beautiful” she was, yet he couldn’t specifically describe her beauty.
Zhao Rong had always felt that the elegant and beautiful descriptive words found in books were actually quite difficult to accurately capture all the beautiful women in the world.
Words were far from sufficient, but feelings from the heart could describe them.
For instance, among the many beauties he had seen before, the two who held the most special places in his heart were those two women.
For Qing Jun, on their wedding night, the first thing that captivated him when he lifted the red veil was her long, autumn-like eyes and a light brown teardrop mole.
To describe Qing Jun’s beauty, that was indeed the most unforgettable feature for Zhao Rong.
Her autumn-like eyes gave one a feeling of cool solitude, but the faint teardrop mole also conveyed a fragile and touching charm that evoked sympathy; this striking mix of qualities outlined the woman who slowly walked into his heart.
Qing Jun was like the bright moon in Zhao Rong’s heart, casting gentle moonlight, sometimes cold and clear, yet sometimes tenderly flowing.
And Su Xiaoxiao’s beauty that remained in Zhao Rong’s heart involved her narrow, charming “fox eyes,” her small sharp fangs, and ah, her slender Jade Hands which moved from clumsiness to proficiency, and the devoted and admiring gaze she cast toward him.
Su Xiaoxiao was like a small lively creature nestling joyously in Zhao Rong’s heart, adorably clingy, sometimes innocently sweet, and sometimes enticingly charming.
Therefore, Zhao Rong felt that to truly appreciate a woman, the most important aspects were her aura and her impact on one’s feelings.
And the woman in the Confucian robe about to pass him at this moment was a clear example of this.
Because, apart from beauty, her features left no other memorable impression on the discerning Zhao Rong.
But an aura was inherently present within her.
The woman in the Confucian robe was like a refined lady stepping out of a poem or painting, her demeanor exuding an unearthly and tranquil elegance, naturally imbued with a light and spirited air…
Zhao Rong suddenly thought of an orchid; indeed, this woman was like a solitary orchid in a secluded valley…
However, at this moment, she seemed slightly furrowed in her brows, her steps somewhat hurried, which made this delicate orchid appear a bit flustered, losing some of her ethereal quality.
Especially after he noticed that the item she used to tie back her hair was actually a thin, ink-soaked brush.
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Zhao Rong chuckled to himself amusingly.
Li Jinsu was leaning towards Zhao Rong, quietly discussing some matters about the Academy. When he realized someone was approaching, he turned back just in time to see Weirui pass by them, seemingly oblivious to their presence.
When Li Jinsu recognized the person, he slowly lowered the hand he had raised to greet her, watching her busy departure with a sense of curiosity, wondering why this usually dignified and polite Teacher appeared so hurried today, or whom or what could be the reason for her haste.
Li Jinsu shook his head gently and suddenly saw that the new junior brother beside him was still looking back at Teacher Weirui’s departing figure.
Li Jinsu sighed lightly, seemingly at a loss for words.
Zhao Rong had just caught a whiff of a subtle and pleasing fragrance from the unbending woman in the Confucian robe, and his expression flickered as he softly spoke.
“Elder Brother, is that woman… is she Teacher Weirui?”
“Yes.”
Li Jinsu responded and had thought Zhao Rong would ask more, but seeing only a calm nod from Zhao Rong, he no longer spoke and continued walking side by side with him.
After contemplating, Li Jinsu decided to speak up.
“Junior Brother.”
“What is it, Senior Brother?”
Li Jinsu spoke seriously.
“Teacher Weirui is elegantly unconventional and learned, truly a rare beauty of this era, but after all, she is our mentor… You should know, the Academy teaches without discrimination, even admitting women and allowing love and interactions within the bounds of propriety among fellow male and female students. However, no matter how liberal the customs, there are certain ethical standards between teachers and students that must not be crossed.”
There were even more straightforward words he hadn’t said because he feared hurting his young Junior Brother. Although in the dynasty below the mountain, it was common for people to marry at thirteen or fourteen, and boys were considered grown by seventeen or eighteen, on the mountain, given the long lifespan of cultivators, Zhao Rong was still too young.
Li Jinsu looked at Zhao Rong, whose face remained calm upon hearing this, with a worried expression. He feared his youthful nature could lead him to stubbornly ignore advice, believing himself exceptional enough to overcome all obstacles and recklessly attempt things beyond his reach without turning back until he hit a wall.
Little did he know, sometimes you don’t even qualify to hit that wall because some are born aloft, and you, trudging through the mire, simply cannot reach them. How could you collide?
Moreover, Teacher Weirui, polite to everyone, surely wasn’t merely an Academy teacher? Setting aside her family background, the teacher had said that even though she hadn’t reached her first sixty years, her cultivation had already surpassed his…
“Oh.”
Zhao Rong softly responded, glanced at Li Shida’s expression, and probably guessed something, slightly tilting his head, “Senior Brother misunderstands, Ziyu hasn’t spoken lightly of Teacher Weirui.”
“Then why did Jingzi call you a debauchee and block your entry to the Academy?”
Zhao Rong casually said, “Because I was speaking those words to her.”
Li Jinsu’s expression stiffened, slowly turning his head, and silentyly said after a while, “Junior Brother, Jingzi isn’t of the Human Clan; she’s a spirit enchantress, her true form is an orchid…”
Zhao Rong didn’t notice Li Jinsu’s expression for a moment.
He nodded slightly, guessing that the girl named Jingzi probably wasn’t a Human Clan girl, especially since her personality was too unpleasing.
High-handed, petty, and resentful—completely unlovable; indeed her essence was that of a flower sprite with some untamed wildness.
However, the dissonant name “Jingzi” did make sense, especially considering his observations when he just met Teacher Weirui, who indeed loved orchids.
Orchid’s serene elegance.
But where was the serene grace in that flat-chested girl?
It really was a case of lacking what you’re named for…
Zhao Rong shook his head, but he did gain some insight into Teacher Weirui’s character, considering how poorly she had taught that flower sprite girl; if it were up to him to discipline her…
He chuckled.
Seeing Zhao Rong laugh after what was said, Li Jinsu’s eyelid twitched, “Junior Brother… although Jingzi is a spirit enchantress with a lifespan longer than both of ours, by her people’s standards, she’s still a child, just like her current form of a little girl…”
Zhao Rong was stunned. Why mention this?
Li Jinsu bit his lip, “Junior Brother, one shouldn’t, at least shouldn’t… How about you wait until she’s grown up a bit more before trying?”
Zhao Rong: “???”
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PS: There’s one more chapter left to code, not sure if I can hold up.
By the way, Rong said he’ll soon meet Qing Jun; do brothers still believe that…
