i have a sword fairy

Chapter 205 The teacher is looking for you
Yan Jidao's eyes scanned the scroll carefully.

After a while, he couldn't help but nodded.

This kind of font that he has never seen before is really beautiful, majestic and majestic, just looking at it is refreshing and refreshing.

just.

Yan Jidao looked carefully again, but he still didn't see any mystery in this word.

The calligraphy is beautiful, he thinks it should be the best calligraphy he has seen in these years, but in Yan Jidao's opinion, it is just like all other calligraphy, flashy and unreal.

Thinking about it, this is probably a common dilemma facing calligraphy today. It is not like the poems of Kai Zhe, a predecessor of Confucianism, which can be determined by the way of heaven and how to judge its value.

Zhu Weirui, how do you get out of this predicament?

Yan Jidao shook his head, looked at it for a while, but still didn't see the slightest clue to the Taoism that Zhu Weirui said, he put down Zhao Rong's paper scroll, and called the disciples outside the door.

A academy scholar stepped forward and saluted, "Teacher, what are your orders?"

"Go and call your big brother."

The academician coughed lightly, "Teacher, the elder brother is not here. He was invited today to participate in an elegant gathering organized by Xiaoyaofu students in the Nuanxi Bamboo Garden. How about...I call him back?"

Yan Ji raised his eyebrows, raised his hand and waved, "Wait, Jin Shu went to participate in the Gathering? This is a rare thing, um, don't call him, just run for me and call your little brother Zhao Ziyu Come."

The academy scholar couldn't help but coughed again, and cupped his hands, "Brother Zhao Ziyu also went to Nuanxi Yaji with senior brother in the morning."

Yan Jidao pondered for a while, "When Jin Shu comes back, tell him to come over immediately."

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The sun is gradually setting, the setting sun is like blood, it is dusk.

In Fenglin courtyard.

Yan Jidao was standing under a lush maple tree with his hands behind his back. Behind him, Li Jinshu was reporting something with his hands down.

Yan Jidao stroked his beard and looked at the half-red maple leaves on the tree, while listening to the words of the eldest disciple behind him.

At a certain moment, his hand stroking his beard stopped suddenly, and after listening to a few more words, Yan Jidao turned around, stared at Li Jinshu in surprise and said, "He really won a piece of Donglai Ziqi from Tao Yuanran?"

He couldn't help asking again, "In the debate between Confucianism and Taoism, did you win a Taoist gentleman?"

Li Jinshu's words paused, he watched the teacher's rare surprised expression, recalled the situation at that time carefully, and nodded seriously.

"It should be. The Donglai Ziqi that the younger brother gave to the younger brothers and sisters cannot be faked. The Liu Xianzi of the Taiyi Mansion who was present at the time recognized it. She had seen the exact same one at Mr. Tao, and Mr. Tao was there. Your Majesty, you will know this matter as soon as you ask."

Yan Jidao nodded slowly, stroked his long beard again, and turned to look at the maple tree.

His face was calm, his brows were frowned, he pondered for a while, and said to himself: "The poems in the realm of falling flowers and selflessness, the debate wins the Taoist gentleman, brother, this young man you sent is really..."

Just as he was talking, Yan Jidao suddenly raised his hand, and picked off a maple leaf that was half red and half red, pinched the leaf handle, and looked down carefully. After a while, he looked at the maple leaf in his hand and shook his head, with regret in his eyes .

Yan Jidao said softly: "Jin Shu, call your little junior brother over tomorrow morning."

After saying that, he looked away from the maple leaf, took out an ordinary Confucian classic with a wave of his sleeve, flipped it lightly, and sandwiched this autumn maple leaf in it.

Behind Yan Jidao, Li Jinshu stood respectfully and quietly, with a slightly worried expression on his face, he said: "Teacher, what happened at the Ya Ji is now spreading everywhere in Taiqing, I'm afraid that my junior brother..."

As he was talking, he stopped because Li Jinshu saw that the teacher who was behind him in front of him had already nodded slightly.

At this time, there is a cool wind blowing.

The leafy maple trees swayed and rustled.

The pages of the Confucian classics in the hands of the old man under the tree were flipping with the wind, and as he flipped forward, he saw maple leaf bookmarks sandwiched between the pages, and the further he turned, the redder the maple leaves.

As for the first maple leaf inserted, compared with the newly added half-red maple leaf, it is as red as blood.

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Zhao Rong's clothes were full of moonlight, and he returned to the small courtyard where he lived.

When he passed by Fan Yushu's house, he saw that there was no light in it.

Zhao Rong remembered something, stopped and knocked on the door, waited for a while, but no one answered.

"Haven't you come back yet?"

He whispered a word, turned and went back to the house.

Originally, Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu had made an appointment to go to Duyou City today. With Fan Yushu, a local snake, leading the way, Zhao Rong could also easily get acquainted with the things in the lower city.

It was only later that Zhao Rong was dragged to Nuanxi Yaji by the elder brother.

Fan Yushu said that he had been in the Taiqing mansion for too long, so he decided to go to the city alone first.

When the two parted in the morning, Fan Yushu held Zhao Rong's hand specially, and asked Zhao Rong affectionately to watch over Ye Lanzhi at the Yaji for him, if she had any troubles, she would help.

However, at the Gathering in the afternoon, Zhao Rong found that he didn't need his help at all. There was already a Fusheng who was only a little less handsome than Brother Yushu and handsomer than him to help Brother Yushu.

So, Zhao Rong thought it was better to report to Brother Yushu about his work, so that he didn't have to worry. Miss Ye seemed to be talking and laughing, and had a good life... But now there is no one in the room, and I don't know where Fan Yushu is going. Well, let's talk to him another day.

next morning.

When the first rays of sunlight hit the house.

Zhao Rong, who was breathing with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the empty room, was quiet for a while, and sighed softly.

At the beginning, Zhao Rong broke through from the Qingxu stage to the Zhenyi stage, opened up the two channels of Ren and Du, and completed the small week in the body.

Now that he wants to go from the Zhenyi stage to the Fuyao state, he needs to open up all the other eight extraordinary meridians except the Ren and Du two meridians, so that he can complete the great cycle in his body, which is the sign of officially entering the Fuyao state.

These days, Zhao Rong has been guiding the "little red snake" in the meridians in his body to attack the eight extraordinary meridians.

But his meridians were naturally blocked, and his innate vitality was relatively weak, so it was difficult for him to hit the meridians every time.

In fact, the innate vitality of most monks in the Zhenyi period is similar to that of Zhao Rong. After all, this thing is affected by physique, except for a few people with very different innate physiques, most people are like this.

But their meridians are not as prevaricated as Zhao Rong's, so their weak innate vitality is enough.

Earlier, with the help of Qinan Chenxiang, Zhao Rong ignited the blood in his body when he hit the meridians, and strengthened the "red snake" to help him cultivate, making rapid progress.

Now that the auxiliary materials are used up, we are in the predicament of dripping water and hitting rocks again.

Zhao Rong sat in the room quietly and thought for a while.

On the next holiday, I will go to the market in Duyou City. According to Fan Yushu, it is the largest fairy market on Wangquezhou Mountain, and there are many shops and fairy shops.

Cultivation techniques, elixirs, magic treasures, strange objects, ancient treasures... almost everything needed for practice is available, and there are even a few strange or unknown things.

As long as you have money, you can buy it.

However, according to Fan Yushu's words, another currency system is used in Duyou City, and the spirit stones that have been used throughout the ages are more similar to the existence of the gold standard in the previous life, and they are rarely traded directly...

As for where does the money come from?

Zhao Rong squinted at the sunlight that broke into the house. He didn't have many spirit stones on him at the moment, and when he went to Xiaoxiao not long ago, he forced more than half of them to her.

but……

Zhao Rong was thinking about something.

Time passed by minute by minute.

At a certain moment, he came back to his senses and let out a foul breath.

Suddenly, as if thinking of someone, the corners of Zhao Rong's mouth slightly curled up, and the heavy fog in his heart was swept away.

He jumped up, stretched himself, went to wash up with anticipation, and went back to the desk to practice calligraphy for a while.

Qingjun said that she had something to do in Xiaoyao Mansion in the morning, Zhao Rong had no class in the morning, and Mr. Yan had a class in the afternoon, so when they parted last night, the two made an appointment to attend class together in the afternoon.

Zhao Rong heard from the elder brother that they would go back to Linlu Academy in the future, so he decided to spend some time with Qingjun in the next few days.

After returning to the academy, it is not as convenient as it is now to come to Taiqing Sifu to find Qingjun.

The most important thing is that Zhao Rong has been thinking about one thing.

He hasn't found that black jade yet, let alone got it. Qing Jun said that the jade is on her... It's difficult to deal with.

Zhao Rong's teeth itch.

He put down the brush, picked up a book, and pushed the door out.

The sunshine in the autumn morning is just right.

There is nothing to do in the morning, Zhao Rong is going to find a quiet place in the mansion to study.

However, just a few steps out of the hospital, he bumped into the elder brother.

"Little brother, the teacher is looking for you."

Zhao Rong subconsciously shook his hand, and the book almost fell to the ground.

　Brothers, good morning, let me tell you if the title of this chapter has caused your physical discomfort.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)