i have a sword fairy

Soon.

Zhao Rong sighed slightly, turned and left.

Chapter 2

Taiqing Sifu, southwest corner.

There is a maple forest, and there is an elegant house hidden in the forest.

In Yashe courtyard, in front of a stone table, a man and a woman are cooking tea.

The man was an old man, dressed in a blue robe, with an old face, but a head of black hair, combed meticulously.

He picked up the boiling kettle and filled a teacup to [-]% full, not a drop more, not a cent less, the tea in the cup was just right.

Yan Jidao gently pushed the teacup with the rising tea smoke in front of the guests, and looked up at the woman across the table. Her arrival surprised him.

Yan Jidao went straight to the point and said, "Come here, what are you talking about?"

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the woman in Confucian shirt with men's hair accessories on the opposite side of the table.

There is a burst of elegant and pleasant orchid fragrance in the air, dark and faint.

Yan Jidao knew about this, although he had little contact with her, he had heard about it for a long time. This female gentleman who just came to the academy and had a special status loved orchids and calligraphy very much.

Seeing Zhu Weirui's expression of hesitation, he frowned and asked:

"But what happened in the academy, or do you have any teaching questions that you want to ask the old man, I heard that you are giving lectures for the new class of students, as an art teacher, although the old man has not brought new students in the past few years , but there are some experiences of Mr. Arts that I can tell you about.”

Zhu Weirui, who was staring at the teacup, shook her head when she heard the words, then glanced at the teacup handed over by Yan Jidao on the table, she raised her head and apologized, "I'm sorry, Senior Yan, please wait a moment."

After saying that, Zhu Weirui flicked a jade pendant on her waist, and took out a white porcelain teacup from the sumerous object, and put it on the table.

She smiled embarrassedly at Yanji, waved her sleeves, drew a stream of clear water from the spring beside her, washed the teacup it took out, and then reached out to pick up the teapot again and poured a cup of clear tea.

Zhu Weirui gracefully picked up her teacup, took a sip, then put down the cup of tea and didn't drink any more.

The host's tea is good tea, but she doesn't like the guest's tea.

Seeing this, Yan Jidao relaxed his brows, his expression was natural, and he didn't express anything, just thinking that when he entertained this lady next time, he shouldn't have to prepare the utensils for her.

Zhu Weirui sat in front of the table with her back straight, and said with clear eyes, "Come here today, I don't take the liberty to bother you, and I hope Senior Yan will forgive you."

Yan Jidao shook his head, "It's okay, it's a great honor to get to know Mr. You Lan, who has been hotly discussed in our academy recently."

"Senior Yan, don't make fun of me anymore." Hearing this nickname, Zhu Weirui smiled lightly and didn't pay attention to it. She immediately said seriously: "Weirui came here this time, and I want to take the liberty to ask. Senior Yan brought his disciples here. The one-month period for giving lectures in the Taiqing Mansion has come, why don’t you change shifts and go back to the manor?”

Yan Jidao was slightly taken aback, and said truthfully:

"Brother Cheng, who is replacing the old man, has something to do. He took the students out to study and didn't return, so I will stay for a few more days. According to his letter, I can return to the academy in three days, and then I can replace the old man."

"Three days..." Zhu Weirui breathed a sigh of relief, "I see, thank you, Senior Yan."

Yan Jidao frowned slightly. After observing Zhu Weirui's expression for a while, he hesitated for a moment before speaking in a puzzled tone, "Why are you asking about this?"

Zhu Weirui lowered her head slightly, stared at the misty teacup for a while, her lips parted slightly, and asked, "Did Senior Yan accept a new student named...Zhao Ziyu?"

"Zhao Ziyu..." Yan Jidao opened his mouth to read, and then remembered that this was the scholar recommended to him by his brother who was in Dachu not long ago. He looked at it casually before, but he didn't see any major problems, so he asked Li Jinshu to take him to do it After the admission procedure, he lost his attention after that.

However, Yan Jidao had a little impression, as if he followed him to give lectures in the Four Mansions of Taiqing, he had seen it before in class...

Yan Jidao fixed his eyes, and said calmly: "There are a lot of disciples under the sect, please allow me to think about it... By the way, why did you seek this Zhao Ziyu? But... What did he do to you disrespectfully?"

As he said that, Yan Jidao suddenly remembered what his big apprentice Li Jinshu had said to him not long ago: the little junior had some disputes with Mr. Zhu's little book boy, Jingzi, and Jingzi said that the little junior was an apprentice, but after listening to the little junior's explanation, It should be a misunderstanding.

Yan Jidao's brows were furrowed. Just in case, he had repeatedly told Li Jinshu to take good care of these juniors, and told them not to cause trouble in the Taiqing Fourth Mansion and lose face to the Academy.

It turned out to be good now, there was no embarrassing accident outside, but there was a big trouble inside Lin Lu Academy.

Did this Zhao Ziyu write some messy letters to Zhu Weirui, just like the book boy Jingzi said?

In just a moment, Yan Jidao had a thousand miles of thought.

He raised his eyes and saw that Zhu Weirui was staring at the teacup, his eyes seemed to flicker with hesitation.

Yan Jidao pursed his lips.

Simply presumptuous!

Leaving aside his cultivation level, this Mr. Zhu is a first-class scholar of Confucianism, and he is also your teacher!

You write her something erotic?

It's all right now, I'm just waiting for us to go back to the academy, I guess we're going to sue the head of the mountain, how do you want me to help senior brother protect you?

Thinking of this, the old man's eyes were as sharp as a sharp edge.

It's no wonder that Yan Jidao thought in this way, a student from the mountain who had just entered the academy, but came in through the back door, was suddenly approached by a female academy teacher with a special status, and asked by name when he would return to the academy.

Just like Zhao Rong's previous life, a country scumbag who just entered the university through the back door, was personally named by the young and beautiful returnee female professor in the school.

In this situation... Could it be that I hope you go back and ask you to learn?

Seeing that Zhu Weirui hesitated to speak, Yan Jidao put down the teacup in his hand, and was going to ask in detail to see if there was any room for maneuver.

However, at this moment, Zhu Weirui suddenly raised her head and spoke.

"No, Zhao Ziyu... Mr. Zhao is not rude."

That day, after learning that those words were written by Zhao Ziyu, Zhu Weirui wanted to go directly to the Fourth Mansion of Taiqing to find him, but after careful consideration, she still didn't go immediately, not just because of the woman's reserve.

She just came to Lin Lu Academy not long ago, and now she is serving as the teacher of calligraphy for new students. There are many classes these days, and Zhu Weirui thought, Zhao Ziyu is also a new student, and she will always come back to her calligraphy class in a month, just in time Taking advantage of these days, she studied his strange and majestic regular script carefully, and asked him for advice when she came back.

However, Zhu Weirui had been looking forward to it eagerly, but she didn't see Zhao Ziyu coming back with Yan Jidao within the specified time.

So she gradually became impatient, and began to worry that something happened to him, so she took a day off and couldn't bear to come to Taiqing Mansion to inquire in person.

At this moment, Zhu Weirui saw that Yan Jidao's complexion was a little bit wrong, and remembered that what he said just now seemed to be a bit of a misunderstanding, so he quickly opened his mouth to argue.

She continued: "And on the contrary, we were rude to Mr. Zhao, Jingzi was stubborn, and I was incapable of discipline, so it was so hard for Mr. Zhao to be admitted to the hospital that day... I am also to blame. If I had noticed it earlier, I would not have let him go Then these things happened.”

Zhu Weirui frowned, and self-blame appeared in his eyes.

Yan Jidao was slightly startled, and after digesting these unexpected words for a while, his mind was the same, and then he asked in an inquiring tone: "So, you want us to go back earlier, and you want to apologize to Zhao Ziyu?"

Before Zhu Weirui could answer, he shook his head and smiled again, and continued, "There's no need to bother, I'll call Ziyu here now, you don't have to blame yourself so much, just tell him clearly."

After speaking, he was ready to call for someone to pass on the words.

Zhu Weirui raised his hand to stop him, "Wait a minute, senior Yan, please don't bother Mr. Zhao because of this matter, you will come back in a few days, I will formally apologize to him with Jing Zi at that time, it is a little inconvenient today , forget it, but, um, there is one more thing."

Yan Jidao was a little curious, "What's the matter?"

Zhu Weirui reached out, took out a piece of paper that was placed close to her body from her chest, and handed it to Yan Jidao.

"Senior Yan, please give this piece of paper to Mr. Zhao."

Yan Jidao nodded and took it.

Zhu Weirui's eyes were still fixed on the paper in his hand, and she thought of Zhao Rong's calligraphy that she copied herself, and sighed softly, her tone was sincere.

"His handwriting is really good. There is no one in the world who can write this kind of handwriting... I feel more and more that the path I chose is right, and I can really go through it..."

Yan Jidao, who originally thought the matter was so simple, opened his eyes when he heard this, and stared up at Zhu Weirui, shocked.

No wonder she always felt that she was so abnormal, it turned out to be related to words... Some previous doubts in his heart were immediately resolved.

"Writing? What happened to Tzuyu's writing?"

Yan Jidao asked in a deep voice.

Zhu Weirui's eyes were bright and piercing, as if there was light, and his expression was serious, "Mr. Zhao's handwriting is absolutely extraordinary, better than Wei Rui's. Wei Rui privately thinks that there is a chance to enter the Tao."

Yan Jidao's heart shuddered, and he blurted out, "Mr. Zhu, calligraphy, can you really enter Taoism?"

Zhu Weirui sat upright, with a serious expression, raised her hand and made a fist, holding it in front of her abdomen.

"The road is obstructed and long, but the journey is coming."

Zhao Rong's words made Zhu Weirui faintly see a possibility that made her heart tremble.

It is about the possibility of Tao.

Why did she give up the Confucianism, Confucianism and Taoism with a bright future that she had studied all the way?

Isn't it just to create the seventh art of Confucian scholars!

Open up a path for her infatuated calligraphy, even if it is a narrow path, at least it rises to the height of "Tao", so that future generations can see the possibility of going through it.

Make it a new avenue that all monks of the Hundred Schools can walk.

In the Jixia Academy, there are hundreds of scholars, gentlemen and sages, and thousands of monks.

Don’t you all believe that writing itself can enter Taoism? You all say that even the sages who created characters in ancient times could not do it. Calligraphy can only be used as a foil for the words of ancient and modern sages entering Taoism.

Such a little girl is not talented, but she dares to serve the world first, so she has to find a way out!

Chapter 2 Six Arts of Confucian Scholars and First Class Scholars

In the Fenglin courtyard, in front of the stone table.

When a woman like Lan uttered the words "the road is obstructed and long", the air became quiet.

Inside the teacup on the table, the curling white smoke gradually thinned out.

At the gate of the courtyard, two academicians who were waiting in front of the teacher looked inside the door, and then looked at each other curiously.

Beside the stone table, the two academy gentlemen were speechless.

Yan Jidao stared at the bright-eyed Confucian woman in front of him.

He knew that the trend of their conversation at the moment meant asking questions, and the next step was likely to be a serious discussion about their own Confucianism and Taoism, questioning and demonstrating each other, so that both sides would sharpen their way.

Even if they talked for three days and three nights, Yan Jidao didn't find it strange.

However, he wasn't prepared to agree.

Yan Jidao picked up the teacup, but only touched the rim of the cup with his lips, and then put it down. He looked up at Zhu Weirui, nodded, and shook his head again.

Zhu Weirui's bright eyes gradually dimmed, she also nodded, and smiled slightly, "Today, if you bother me, senior will return to the academy some other day, and Weirui will come to the door to apologize with a gift. If there is nothing wrong, I will take my leave first."

"Mr. Zhu is polite, this old man will send this note to Zhao Ziyu, please go slowly."

Zhu Weirui put away her own teacup, got up and saluted, then turned and left.

While stroking his beard, Yan Jidao watched Zhu Weirui's back as he left.

He didn't ask Zhu Weirui, because he was very unfamiliar with calligraphy and didn't know much about it, but also because Yan Jidao didn't like Zhu Weirui's "leftist way" and didn't think calligraphy could give birth to a new way of calligraphy.

In his view, isn't calligraphy the carrier of words for poems, songs, and scriptures?

Official script, cursive script, regular script, as long as the writing is correct, clear and not ugly, as for how beautiful these characters are, it is not necessary. Excessive pursuit is just putting the cart before the horse and wasting energy.

Can you still write flowers?

Where are the Daoist essays written by the various schools of thought created by the various schools of thought at Jixia Academy?As long as you can be very subtle, knowledgeable articles have insight into the way of heaven, even if you write ghosts and symbols, God will have to pinch your nose to recognize it.

Besides, let’s not mention the special characters of the primordial ten thousand races, just say that the ancestors of the human race created characters with the original intention and intention, just as a way and tool to record the language and make it pass on for a long time.

Today, over tens of thousands of years, the calligraphy that has been developed to pay attention to writing is nothing but the idle and boring interest of the ordinary scholars of the Yamashita Dynasty.

The monks of the hundred schools on the mountain put their main energy on the heaven and earth, and they have never heard of any mortal who can enter the Tao by studying calligraphy. How can the monks of the hundred schools care about such a small technique under their noses.

These are not just Yan Jidao's understanding, this is actually the default common sense in the entire Xuanhuang cultivation world.

Calligraphy is not like painting Dao and Le Dao. The latter two can embody the "Da Dao" and are recognized monks' roads. As for calligraphy, apart from the meaning that a single character thinks given to it, how can it go away? Self-expression, to contain the Dao like a whole article?

In history, there were people who didn't believe in evil and wanted to try. They also wanted to use the Dharma to enter Taoism. However, in the end, whoever didn't hit the south wall had a bloody head, and the most recent famous "example" was in Lin Lu Academy.

In front of Yan Jidao.

Yan Jidao watched Zhu Weirui's back disappear from sight, and sighed softly.

This woman must be very lonely, living in a Confucian academy, surrounded by fellow students of the same school, but she couldn't find a "commoner"...

He slowly looked back.

Confucianism in the Xuanhuang Realm has six arts, which have been explored by Confucian sages for tens of thousands of years.

Jing Yi Yi.

Poetry and art.

Etiquette.