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A group of Mochi students neatly dressed in green skirts are walking quietly in the valley, and the leader is the only young student who is not wearing a student uniform. He is walking in front with his sleeves folded, his waist straight, and from time to time. Looking around, his eyes are clear, reflecting the golden ginkgo forest in the valley.

But the group of students behind this young student were quite far away from him, but they didn't deviate from him. They were far behind, like a kite on a string, which might be blown away by the wind at any time.

But there are two exceptions.

One is a student with a white jade gourd tied around his waist. He is very close to the leading young student, following step by step, looking up at the latter's back, his powdered handsome face hesitates to speak. look.

One is a short, straight-faced female student wearing a school uniform, standing between the leading young student and a large group of well-dressed students behind her, she frowns and glances at the "Mr. New" in front of her from time to time , and then looked back at the students with different expressions behind them.

This strange combination has attracted the attention of many passers-by along the way.

Can it be regarded as a... unique landscape?

The young students who took the lead didn't seem to feel anything wrong. They walked leisurely with their hands clasped together, admiring the scenery along the way. The students behind them... or the students, following quietly, was fine, but the latter had already Many people have puzzled, unhappy, and dissatisfied expressions on their faces...

The apricot in the valley becomes cloudy, and the hanging stream washes the stones.

The afternoon sun is just right.

Under the sun, the tall and golden ginkgo trees are shining in the swaying light and gentle autumn colors, paving a long golden tree-lined path.

Zhao Rong stepped forward, and this picture scroll of Jin Zhanzhan unfolded in front of his eyes, with warm colors everywhere.

The autumn wind is warm at noon.

Among the apricot groves, beside the springs, and on the bluestones, from time to time, you can see the brothers and sisters of scholars sitting quietly and studying in secluded places.

Therefore, everyone's footsteps are also spontaneously light.

It's just that there are still some strange sounds reverberating in the valley.

Ping Cong -!

The sound from nowhere reverberated in the valley, but it was not noisy. It might as well for the scholars to read, and there is still some charm of meditation when listening carefully.

Zhao Rong looked at the environment in the valley for a while, and he understood the origin of the name of the valley, and the corner of his mouth curled up, feeling that he found a good place to sit quietly and read books.

It is a kind of surprise and desire to try when you suddenly discover something new.

However, the warm autumn colors that filled the valley also made him feel a little dazed.

Zhao Rong remembers that when he set off at Longquandu in Dachu at the beginning of the year, it was the spring thunder and the rain beating the plantains. Now, in a blink of an eye, the autumn colors are thick and the autumn clothes are thick. Soon it will be the Moon Festival.

He has also grown from an unarmed scholar at the foot of the mountain when he just regained his memory, to a Confucian academy student who is about to turn into a dragon, um, most of them are from the mountain, and now he is still half a calligraphy teacher , with a group of unconvinced Mochi students.

Thinking of this, Zhao Rong looked back at the students following behind him and smiled brightly.

The latter were slightly startled, and looked at each other, a little puzzled, but some students looked a little uneasy, after all, if it weren't for broad daylight, then...the smiles were quite creepy, and they came so suddenly.

Zhao Rong put his hands behind his back and turned his head with a smile on his face.

What does my master want your hearts to do, just obey your body.

I promised Zhu Yourong that I should do my best and teach without hiding my secrets—this is probably why Yu Huaijin acquiesced in his wayward teaching—but it's up to you whether you listen or not.

It is not the arrogance of loving to learn but not learning, but the respect of mutual understanding.

Because Zhao Rong is also an 'old student', he understands the feelings of some classmates behind him, such as Le Yi. In fact, I was thinking in my heart: What should I have for dinner, you wait for me for 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, hey, I will finally finish playing... and so on.

How difficult it is to get a 'heart', besides, he is not interested in a man's heart.

Thinking of this, Zhao Rong shook his head.

At the same time, he seemed to be reminded by the autumn colors of the harvest, and he looked back.

In the past half a year, along the way, I picked up a stupid little fox lady for nothing, met a close friend of a rich man's son, won a Taoist gentleman in a debate, designed to blow up a Jindan Confucian scholar, and buried him under the green mountain. I met an old friend who was both a teacher and a friend, and promised him to meet another "Qingshan" in the future... Finally, Zhao Rong fulfilled the purpose of setting off and returned the jade to Qingmei. He grabbed her hand and pulled her back into his arms.

So, the past half a year was actually quite compact and fulfilling?

Zhao Rong was dumbfounded, and shook his head with a broken smile.

But for some reason, he suddenly thought of Mr. Fang who stayed at the foot of the mountain in the Great Chu Dynasty. Mr. He should still be teaching at the Qianjing Guozijian...

At this moment, Zhao Rong stopped walking, turned around suddenly, deviated from the path paved with apricot leaves, stopped in front of a ginkgo tree beside the road, stretched out his hand to pick a ginkgo leaf, and put it carefully into his sleeve.

The students from the Willful School who followed behind looked at each other in blank dismay.

His expression remained the same, without looking at the crowd, he returned to the right path and strode forward.

I still remember that when he first decided to leave Ganjing, Mr. Fang gave him a farewell sentence, "Next year the spring will come, don't forget to return."

Now it seems that when the spring comes next year, Zhao Rong probably won't be able to go back, but he is not considered a "returner", because Mr. Fang also hopes that he will find Qingjun, and my hometown is my peace of mind. , Zhao Rong felt that wherever Qingjun and Xiaoxiao were, home was there.

As for Mr. Fang... I passed an apricot leaf back and sent some words. The words were as good as the face, and I visited Mr. Fang, but I don't know if I can send it now, and it will come with the spring of next year.

The thoughts of the young Confucian scholar were flying like the fallen leaves beside him.

In fact, Zhao Rong feels that nowadays, when studying and practicing leisurely in the academy, next to him is the Taiqing Mansion where Qingjun practiced quietly. Although the two of them are busy with their own careers, as long as they miss each other, they can walk a few steps away. We can meet each other, such a day...seems pretty good, and I can have a baby in the future, white and fat...

Cough cough, it seems that I have thought too far.

Then come closer and look behind.

At present, it is a book art class with two students in the area. There will be a mid-month exam soon, and then there will be the Moon Festival, which is the Mid-Autumn Festival when people at the foot of the mountain are reunited. It must be spent with the lady. Zhao Rong still I want to prepare some surprises for Qing Jun, but the most urgent thing is to enter the Fuyao Realm first, and practice as hard as I can. If I practice, I will be stronger than Qing Jun. When the time comes, I will grab her by both wrists, two After the plain hand was cut back, the lady failed to resist, so... just obeyed him?

When the time comes, will the nephrite jade hidden in his son's cafeteria be left to him casually, openly, and frankly?

I feel like I have a lot to do.

A certain student surnamed Zhao was thinking beautifully, doing some things that can only be done during the day.

Behind him, Fan Yushu, who had been following closely, felt that something was wrong with his friend.

Fan Yushu glanced at the strange smile on Zhao Rong's face, quietly stretched out his hand to pull him, and whispered, "Hey, Ziyu."

Zhao Rong was taken aback for a moment, then came back to his senses, "Ahem, what's the matter... wait, what did you call me?"

He straightened his face, put his hands behind his back, and glanced at Fan Yushu.

Fan Yushu punched Zhao Rong, "Come on, Ziyu, stop pretending, I don't know who we are with whom."

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and looked at the students behind him. He saw that they were all watching the two of them whispering, as if they were listening with their ears up. The valley was quiet, so it was hard to hide what the two of them were talking about. live.

He turned his head, frowned and said, "What are you doing?"

Fan Yushu glanced at his friend's face and hesitated for a moment, "Ziyu, this is happy education? Isn't this just for fun? Take us out for a walk all the time."

Zhao Rong frowned, took a deep breath, looked Fan Yushu up and down, his eyes were shocked: "Sure enough, with your intelligence, I still can't hide it from you!"

Fan Yushu: "..."

Zhao Rong patted him on the shoulder, then glanced at the students of the Willful School not far away, shook his head, and said with emotion, "How can I teach you guys!"

Yu Huaijin and the students: "..."

Fan Yushu was expressionless.

You are a member of the Demon Cult!

Chapter 267 Are you teaching me how to do things?

It has been a few days since Zhao Rong took his first calligraphy class, and this is the third class.

And the students in the willful class feel that, if there is no accident, including this class, in the three calligraphy classes, except for Zhao Rong who was asked by a few students at the beginning, Zhao Rong gave a few simple pointers, the rest of the time , took them to 'hang out' in Lin Lu Academy.

It is called happy education.

Come with how you are happy, right?

Many students are not angry, breed concern.

Moreover, after Zhao Rong led everyone to hang out for a class, he would also assign a lot of homework before get out of class, nothing more than copying some copybooks he chose, and the scale of the homework...

To be honest, it's a bit harsh.

As expected of being an 'old student', he knows how to squeeze out every drop of everyone's spare time, but, Mr. Zhao, he is from the same root, so why bother?

The atmosphere of the Mochi Academy is loose on the outside and tight on the inside. In some art classes, there is no homework at all. The main thing is to make full use of the time in the lecture room and conduct heuristic teaching.

As for after-class, it all depends on the students to study and study spontaneously.

Although it is loose, it also has a lot of freedom. Most of those who can pass the assessment and enter Linlu Academy have good self-control, and they work hard after class. After all, there are two things of "senior" and "mid-month exam" to promote progress.

However, if someone like Zhao Rong suddenly appeared at this time, he would take you for a walk during get out of class, without talking about anything, and after class, he would desperately arrange homework, most of which would require students to copy the copybooks over and over again, and even force them to hand them in for inspection. Are you angry?

Anyway, the students in the willful class think that the uncle can be tolerated, but the aunt can't bear it, unless...no unless, the aunt can't bear it!

Happy education, right? I think you are happy teaching, taking the lead in paddling.

Some students showed dissatisfaction.

Ping Cong——

At this moment, in Teng Cong Valley, the autumn sun is just right, and the voice is still clear.

'Mr. Zhao' and a group of his students were staring wide-eyed, silent for a while, and no one spoke. The latter was probably choked by Zhao Rong's words not long ago.

Zhao Rong looked around at the students of the willful class, including Yu Huaijin and Fan Yushu, and his eyes stayed on the faces of some students for a moment, looking around.

He pouted slightly.

It feels like the first class a few days ago, the effect of taking Yu Huaijin, an old senior whom they all respect, was not enough.

In a few days, there will be signs of suspicion that a group of people will attack?

It's because Yu Huaijin, the headstrong student, is not as respected and feared by the students in the headstrong hall as Zhao Rong imagined. Liwei's effect is not good, or it is some kind of "prejudice" seed, which was in these his from the beginning. The people who are classmates and students are buried deep in their hearts and have taken root?

Zhao Rong didn't know.

I don't want to know either.

Take it orally and you're done.

At this time, in the silence of the audience, Zhao Rong suddenly nodded, lowered his eyes and patted the sleeves of his hands, and said without raising his eyes: "Old rules, everyone is free to move around, don't disturb those brothers and sisters who are studying." That's it."

When the words fell, he put his hands behind his back again and walked towards an apricot forest pavilion by the water.

Everyone was silent and there was no movement.

"Mr. Zhao."

At this moment, someone was the first to speak, as expected by a certain Mr. Zhao.

Zhao Rong ignored it and continued walking forward.

"Mr. Zhao, please stop, the students are not convinced!"

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, paused his steps, and looked sideways, when the figure of a soft-spoken student broke into his peripheral vision.

He nodded secretly.

As expected of you, Peiliang, you have never let me down in the matter of letting me down, and you are not even convinced.

"Students are dissatisfied."

Among the crowd at this moment, Wu Peiliang walked out slowly, with a serious tone. In the eyes of everyone, he pursed his lips and frowned, raised his chest and raised his head. , Loyalty according to history, I fell down, but there are thousands of resoluteness behind me.

Zhao Rong looked at Wu Peiliang appreciatively.

In terms of being in the limelight, you are the most active brother Peiliang when you stand out, and you always fight for it. Although in fact, [-]% of the time, no one will compete with you, but if you imagine one, you will be more decisive if you stand out in the limelight, right? Frustrated and courageous, not bad not bad.

He sighed slightly, and felt some emotion of "how can I teach him".

Wu Peiliang's expression was solemn and his voice was deep.

"Mr. Zhao, I don't mean to offend you. I'm just saying that I'm rectifying your mistakes. Although you are the biggest teacher in class, the old Mr. Jijiu in the school also said that a gentleman does not necessarily mean you are right. Those of us who make mistakes should correct them in a timely manner without fear of authority, and promote each other, not just obey what we say."

He paused.

Zhao Rong was speechless when he heard the words. He glanced at Wu Peiliang, who carried forward the fine traditions of the Mochi Academy, and nodded.

Seeing this, Wu Peiliang smiled inwardly. He lifted his chin slightly, glanced at Zhao Rong, looked around at the students around him, and continued to speak loudly:

"Of course, we are all scholars. We have to be reasonable. Let's talk about everything. Mr. Zhao takes us to hang out in every class. You should have your own reasons. You might as well talk about it and let everyone listen, instead of just saying it all the time. Come on everyone, let's follow it without thinking."

As soon as the words fell, the students of the willful class looked at me and I looked at you, and immediately many people responded in support from the crowd.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, and looked around, the voices in the crowd suddenly disappeared, but the expressions of those students could still see some dissatisfaction, he suddenly went to look at Yu Huaijin, only to see that she was still the same, looking up. Standing quietly with his hands down, Zhao Rong nodded slightly. Unless he did something that disregarded the rules of the academy and Chang Gang's etiquette, otherwise the fish senior should obey his words in class.

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes and didn't look at Wu Peiliang, but looked at those willful students, but finally spoke out.

"Before I took you out in the first class, I said the reason once, and now I will say it for the second time and the last time."

He said softly:

"Learning calligraphy requires 'engineering', that is, diligent study and hard work; secondly, 'comprehension', that is, receiving inspiration from the vicissitudes of nature. Let you go back and copy excellent copybooks, which is engineering. Now in class, sir, I will take you on a tour in person. Playing with mountains and rivers is to find a word of enlightenment after reading thousands of sails. All in all, calligraphy, the boring and hard practice of horizontal and vertical dots, and a little bit of consonance when looking back are indispensable. The former is bone and flesh, and the latter is Essence, energy and spirit, so that the characters can live, otherwise it will be useless if you lose any of them, this is the right way to practice calligraphy in my eyes, Mr.