i have a sword fairy

"Then have more Brother Zhao, Mr. Zhao."

"I said you don't need to see outsiders."

Zhao Rong shook his head with a smile, then got up, looked at the students of Justice Hall, squinted slightly, "Everyone, please follow me."

After a moment of silence, the students of Justice Hall followed Zhao Rong excitedly.

Zhao Rong led Gu Yiwu and the students of Justice Hall.

Passing through the apricot forest, out of the valley, jumping over the orchid stream, climbing the rocks, passing the Zibei Pavilion, and reaching the foot of Linlu Mountain, watching the scene of bearers picking up books, scholars giving way, dangerous high-rise buildings, standing on the top of the mountain, and the clear sky and clouds. Cirrus cloud Shu meaning.

"I know that everyone wants to listen to me teach the secret method of writing and writing, but there is no shortcut at this time, except hard practice and careful observation of nature, there is no shortcut to the trick."

Along the way, Zhao Rong stopped and stopped, with one hand behind his back and the other waving his sleeve, as if splashing ink, understatement, and then slammed Fang Qiu:

"I saw apricot leaves flying and Lin Tao rolling, and I knew the surging strokes."

"I saw the clear spring of Lanjian rushing down, and the rapids were rushing and agitating, hitting the valley with the continuous sound of congcong, and I got the charm of writing."

"I saw the scholar and the bearer fighting for the road, so I observed the meaning of the brushwork."

"I see……"

Zhao Rong's voice was clear and clear, from Peng Cong Valley to the Zibei Pavilion, and then to the foot of Linlu Mountain, in front of the climbing corridor, it echoed clearly in the ears of the students in the Hall of Justice.

It even attracted the attention of academicians.

It caused the passing gentleman to stop and listen.

Attracting foreign Confucian scholars gradually silently staring.

Zhao Rong didn't pay attention to these, he was talking to the climax, his black eyes were bright and penetrating, he subconsciously rolled up the sleeve of his right hand, exposing his slender forearm, stuck out his index finger, and used his finger as a substitute for a pen, outlining in the air without paper or ink.

"I see that the nine-storey dangerous building towers into the clouds, like a sea of ​​clouds, and the ancient pavilion of inferiority, which is low to the mud, is full of dust. The height and the height are as wonderful as the pen and ink on paper. Law."

"Horizontally, when you brush, you should pay attention to it, go against the trend, and have the meaning of tightening and tightening, so that the painting is flat from top to bottom and arched, just like the ancient pavilion of inferiority."

"Verbically, you need to seek straightness in the curved posture, and strive for the law. Use bending and twisting, like lifting the weight of a nine-story dangerous building..."

Gradually, the surroundings became quiet, except for the voice of one person, which still echoed.

Gu Yiwu stared blankly, staring at the very contagious figure on the field in a daze, at a certain moment, his head nodded slowly.

Slowly, among the students of Zhengyi Hall, many people began to look thoughtful, and some students even looked around suddenly, looking around, as if seeing the sun through the clouds. See and get to know the scenery that has been neglected.

But no matter what, the eyes of all the students looking at the figure in the center gradually took on a certain brilliance. This is... real respect, not the aura brought by their status. They have never let them cast such a look from the bottom of their hearts.

The two are similar, but they are worlds apart.

Not long after, Zhao Rong was gradually surrounded by the students of Zhengyi Hall and the crowd who were either passing by or waiting in line to go up the mountain, and this scene continued to attract some curious new passers-by from afar.

Hearing the impassioned words of that 'young gentleman', the academician You Shu breathed out a long breath and said 'good' softly.

A thousand miles away, a pair of foreign Confucian scholars who came to the academy to give away books couldn't help but look at each other in amazement.

There are also academy masters who come to the library to "steal books", and when they hear Dangfu's great whiteness, they smile knowingly, turn around and leave without dragging their feet, and return in good spirits.

And all of this is happening silently...

After an unknown amount of time, at the foot of Linlu Mountain, a large area in front of the entrance to the right of the promenade was very quiet, except for one person.

So from a distance, outsiders would see a strange scene here.

A young Confucian scholar rolled up his sleeves and waved his hands in the air, with the corners of his mouth raised, speaking enthusiastically. Everyone around him stood still and listened, as if... he had cast a holding spell on him with a wave of his fingers.

There is a special magic.

As a result, outsiders approached curiously, or left after a few glances from a distance.

The waves caused by the strange scenery in this corner gradually spread, but they did not cause any more commotion.

After all, the most important thing in this huge academy is extraordinary people. There are people who debate economics every day, and there are masters who have learned about ancient and modern times giving wonderful speeches in the open air. .

Besides, there are not many people who are interested in calligraphy or are willing to listen to it, and the audience is very small, and most of them are only slightly curious, and most of this curiosity is still in that new female gentleman who is rumored to be both a calligraphy idiot and a blue idiot. body.

However, people who are in this landscape at this time also have other feelings.

Gu Yiwu gradually came back to his senses, he exhaled lightly, his thick black eyebrows were condensed, he looked at Zhao Rong's figure, and then looked around at the classmates and outsiders who were listening in the same ecstasy as he was just now, A strange thought suddenly flashed in my heart.

In front of me, is it possible for this figure today to stand in front of thousands of Confucian scholars in the academy tomorrow? At that time, like Gu Yiwu and others today, there will be thousands of scholars surrounding and staring at him, It's the gentlemen of the whole courtyard, the chief and deputy chiefs who rarely appear, and this figure is just like the current appearance, wantonly swaying his appeal...

In the next second, Gu Yiwu shook his head, and looked at the Confucian scholar in front of him with the corner of his mouth raised.

The burly man rubbed his face with his hand and grinned

Dispelled an unrealistic thought.

……

Chapter 271 Still Bumped into a Strange Landscape

The next day.

The sky is turning white.

Nanxuan School, Dongli Xiaozhu, North House.

Zhao Rong blew out the lamp that had been lit overnight, stretched out his hand and yawned.

Yesterday afternoon, I had two calligraphy classes, and the last class in the Justice Hall ended with a uniform sound of "taught by Mr. Teach".

After he gave the students in Zhengyi Hall the same homework of writing reading experience as that of Qixing Hall, he returned from the foot of Linlu Mountain. He wanted to rest at night, but he thought of the unofficial history that he brought back, so he couldn't help flipping through it. A night of books.

What makes Zhao Rong feel quite coincidental is that this barnyard official and unofficial history happened to come from the Shanxia Dynasty where the Fangjin Confucian scholar lived. The country name is Nankang. It is a private history book compiled by Zhao. .

However, Zhao Rong kept reading all night with undiminished interest, and what he glimpsed from the Nankang style and the process of dynasty change is quite tortuous and complicated.

Therefore, this should happen to be one of the batch of books sent by the Fangjin Confucian scholars.

At the desk by the window in the north room, Zhao Rong closed the book with the last page open, let out a long breath, and glanced at the white belly in the sky.

This kind of family story written by the folk barnyard officials at the foot of the mountain is hard to put down. Most of the unofficial history is anecdotal and anecdotal stories that the editors have heard or heard. Much more interesting.

Moreover, according to his experience of studying ancient literature in his previous life, the details in the unofficial history are not available in the official history, which is as concise as gold, and has its own great value.

Zhao Rong shook his head with a smile, pondered for a moment, rolled up his sleeves, and at the end of a roll of paper filled with dense and elegant lower script on the table, he added another sentence through the back of the paper:

"Official history may not be all reliable, and unofficial history may not be unsubstantiated. In Gao Jian's choice... I think that this unofficial history is beneficial to the history compilation of Nankang. For reference——Student of Mochi, Zhao Ziyu who is straightforward. '

Cover conclusion.

Close the pen.

He moved his five fingers and nodded, looking satisfied.

"Tsk, if you have this spare time, you might as well practice more and waste some energy on these boring things all day long."

In the heart lake, there is no good air way.

Zhao Rong raised his eyelids.

Last night, Gui seemed to be bored again, so he took the initiative to chat with him, but at that time, Zhao Rong was reading the history and came to the point, so he casually said a few words, and ignored it.

Since returning to the academy, these days have been like this, one after another, he lights up the lamp to read at night.

There is no way, there are too many things to learn, the thirteen classics of Confucianism need to be read carefully, some arts that I didn’t pay attention to before need to be supplemented, and occasionally I can’t help but flip through a few favorite idle books and novels, sometimes thinking about Qingjun When I was young, I would still sit in front of the west window and write poems by the candlelight and the bright moon.

But this kind of life, Zhao Rong thinks it's pretty good.

Chatting and the like, in the previous life, I have been wandering in the news all day long, and I feel that I have finished chatting in the two lifetimes. This feeling of quieting down in the academy and doing his own things is like Hanri nestling in the room, taking a sip Warm wine warms the body.

Moreover, Zhao Rong has always felt that good brothers should stick together all day long. They live their own lives most of the time, and when they miss each other occasionally, they go to each other and talk about some inhumane thoughts.

Therefore, like Gui, who likes to chat with him every night, Zhao Rong feels that something is wrong, so he has to get on board.

Before the desk, Zhao Rong thought for a while and said:

"Gui, the matter of scholars... I really have nothing to talk to you about."

Sword Spirit: "..."

After being quiet for a while, it suddenly smiled and said sincerely:

"Don't, don't, even if there is something to talk about, Mr. Zhao, please don't talk to me. Talk to your book. If you have any questions in the future, ask it."

Zhao Rong reached out and rubbed the center of his brows.

Why is there a feeling that something is getting more and more wrong, and I can still compete with the book...

"That..." He began to speak.

Gui interrupted: "Okay, I won't bother you anymore, take a nap these few days, don't bother me... However, if you are about to be beaten to death, please tell me and let me come out." Let's see which hero is doing what this seat has always wanted to do."

Zhao Rong hesitated, "This... this is not good, it's better not to sleep."

Gui Leng Zhan, "What? I can't bear it, yo, weren't you just a scholar who was obsessed with studying?"

"No." Zhao Rong shook his head, with a worried expression on his face, and said, "The thing you said about the age-old cultivation technique..."

"..."

Gui Mei said in a good mood: "Don't be in a hurry, come and ask me for it when you get to Fuyao."

Zhao Rong was relieved and smiled happily, "Okay."

"You, hum."

Gui took a deep breath and snorted coldly.

Zhao Rong waited for a while, then called it, but there was no more sound, probably asleep.

He shook his head, then tidied up the table, and randomly stuffed the summary of his reading experience and details into the unofficial history book.

Zhao Rong looked at the sky outside and was about to go out. There was no class this morning, and he happened to have an appointment with a certain Rulan-like woman.

He is going to Yilanxuan to drink a cup of hot orchid tea in the morning, a special orchid tea. If there is no accident, he will pulse again in the next two days. After so many days of cultivation, he should recover It's almost there, plus the addition of the fifth cup of Zhengguan Well Water...

Zhao Rong got up, paused for a while, thought for a while, rolled up the finished unofficial history, held it in his hand, and took it away with him.

Anyway, I have finished reading it, and I happened to be on the way when I went to Yilanxuan, so I returned it to the library first, and returned with another book by the way.

In the early morning, Zhao Rong was in a good mood and felt that everything was going well, except that he was able to drink a glass of well water and pulse his pulse after being busy for so many days, which was one step closer to the state of "suppressing" the lady.

There is another reason.

That is, the holiday every ten days is coming again.

Zhao Rong went out briskly, took advantage of brother Teng Ying not getting up early, and 'stolen' some fresh fruits and vegetables, mixed with morning dew and morning light, tasted carefully, all the way to Yilanxuan...

The days in autumn are a bit short, and the sky was just getting brighter before Zhao Rong went out. Now when he arrived outside Yilan Xuan, the sun had already climbed to the middle of the sky, lighting up the world.

Zhao Rong glanced at the familiar couplets neatly pasted on the courtyard door, and fell silent for a while.

Not knowing what to think of, he shook his head with a light smile.

He raised his hand.

dong dong dong-

Knocking on the door broke the morning tranquility of the secluded courtyard where the orchids are most famous.

Then it was quiet.

Then, the sound of footsteps gradually increased from far to near, from slow to urgent, and finally, the sound of footsteps seemed to stop suddenly at a very close distance.

squeak-

"Who is it?"

Along with the sound of the door opening, there was the familiar crisp sound of a girl.

Zhao Rong hid his hands in his sleeves and looked down.

I saw that the courtyard door had been opened inwards, revealing a small head wearing a blue book cap, but at this moment, the girl in blue had a strange shape, the cap which was wider than the small head was tilted to one side. He was holding the doorknob on the right with one hand, and a small shovel with wet black dirt on it in the other.

If there is another ferocious expression to match this look, then it is likely to be a green forest hero who is about to be robbed...

"……ah……"

At this moment, she seemed to see clearly his early morning visitor, her small mouth was kept slightly open, her movements stopped, and the words that came out of her lips gradually became weaker.

"You, who are you looking for?"

Jing Zi opened her eyes slightly, and subconsciously took a step on her hind legs. She followed Zhao Rong's gaze to look at the flower shovel she was holding, and with a whoosh, quickly hid the shovel behind her back and blinked at him.

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched slightly.