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Chapter 208 Jiang Shui Hongfeng and Mr. Admonishment

Yan Jidao stared at Zhao Rong and was silent for a while.

He patted his sleeves, then pointed to the stack of paper manuscripts that he had handed to Zhao Rong earlier.

"These homework articles were corrected by the old man for you. Some of the other books are isolated copies of the Confucian classics annotations that the old man has collected over the years, and some are some of the experiences and experiences that I wrote on a daily basis. You should study them carefully after you go back. .”

Yan Jidao paused slightly, looked up at Zhao Rong who was listening with lowered eyes, and said again: "After you return to the academy, you have to seriously attend the classes of the masters of art. They are all masters of six...seven arts, Ziyu, don't worry. Don't be arrogant and complacent because of your talent, and ask for advice with an open mind, if there is anything you don't understand in Jingyi art, you can always ask the old man."

Zhao Rong's originally calm expression suddenly changed.

The meaning of Yan Jidao's words conflicted with some things that Zhao Rong had been predicting before.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't help but speak in the end, with a puzzled tone, "Sir, won't you let me stay?"

According to Zhao Rong's idea just now on the way to Fenglin Courtyard, after Mr. Yan learned of what he did, shouldn't he immediately appoint him as a disciple under his sect, and he would often take him with him after returning to the academy, giving careful guidance and training emotion.

After the one-year student period is over, will he be directly accepted as an inner disciple at the acceptance ceremony of Linlu Academy? Where will he give other gentlemen a chance to get involved.

Although these thoughts are slightly narcissistic, Zhao Rong thinks this is human nature, and this selfishness is nothing.

After all, he was recommended by Mr. Yan to enter the academy, and he has a relationship with the Great Chu State Teacher—Zhao Rong knew that he didn’t know any Great Chu State Teacher, but Mr. Yan definitely didn’t think so, no— ——Actually, in this Linlu Academy, the teacher Zhao Rong is most naturally close to should be him.

Besides, except for the case of special students, this kind of appointment of new students in advance has happened in all the new students of the academy, and it is even something that many students of the academy can't wait for. After all, it is at least a house-breaking Disciple... Zhao Rong thinks that he is actually similar to Baoyan, the top student in the university in his previous life.

It's just that now, what Yan Jidao said doesn't seem to want to bring Zhao Rong by his side to cultivate him well and prescribe his meaning.

It's more like a mellow elder's indoctrination to the younger generation with high expectations before parting...

Yan Jidao heard the words, but did not answer immediately.

He walked under the maple tree with his hands behind his back, stretched out a hand, stroked the tree lightly, and suddenly said:

"Ziyu, have you seen the scene of Jiang Feng?"

Zhao Rong shook his head.

Yan Jidao raised his head to look at Feng, his originally cloudy eyes were now filled with maple red, he murmured.

"The hometown of the old man is in Yunmengzhou, a farmhouse by the river. When he was young, he was studying. When he looked up, he could see the maple leaves on the river...

The river and the sky are vast, and the maple forest on the bank is endless. With the cool wind, the maple leaves are flying, the river grass is falling, and the sand is like a song, which is reflected in the surging river water. Half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red. .

When the setting sun shines at sunset, fishermen sing at night, the setting sun, sunset glow, autumn maple leaves, river water, and fishing lanterns are all dyed layer upon layer, blending into one piece..."

Yan Jidao sighed softly, "No matter how much you rub your eyes, you can't tell whose red color they are stained with."

He turned his head to Zhao Rong and said: "At that time, I left home when I was young, with straw sandals and bookcases, and I walked north along the river, going against the current all the way, and went to Yunmengzhou Xiyin Academy to study. Only then did I realize that not all riverside They are all planted with red maples like in my hometown, so I thought, when I return from my studies, I will ask those emperors under the mountain to be me, the farmer's son, and plant Jiangfeng on the way home, respectfully calling Mr. "

Yan Jidao stopped talking, looked up and down at Zhao Rong's young face, let out a heavy breath and said:
"Later, I studied in Xiyin Academy for several years... Ziyu, do you know which path I most wanted to take?"

Zhao Rong pursed his lips for a moment, then said softly, "It's not the six arts of Confucianism and Taoism."

Yan Jidao's eyes flashed with admiration, and then turned serious.

"Yunmengzhou is very close to Tunanzhou, and the style of a hundred schools of thought has had a wide influence. That year, Xu Zi, a farmer, came to the academy to discuss the Tao with the head of the mountain. The theory is deafening." Yan Jidao's cloudy eyes lit up.

"From then on, I began to think about abandoning Confucianism and changing the way, but... I was afraid that my teacher would be disappointed and dissuade me in the same year, or I was afraid of the name of deviant, and in the end, I still stayed on the classics, Confucianism and Taoism."

Yan Jidao's eyes dimmed and regained their original turbidity, and he fell silent.

Zhao Rong, who was listening on the side, stood still for a while, and he said hesitantly, "Sir..."

Yan Jidao raised his head and said, "If we choose again, I will still choose Jingyi."

His expression is calm.

Zhao Rong retracted his words, looked at each other for a few breaths, and nodded.

Yan Jidao turned his back.

"Ziyu, don't be in a hurry to choose which Confucianism or Taoism to take. After returning to the academy, you should go to the classes of the masters of art honestly, guard against arrogance and impetuosity. What happened at the Nuanxi Gathering yesterday , the old man will go and tell your senior brothers, let them stop talking nonsense, you can study at ease, and come back to give me the answer after a year."

Zhao Rong thought for a while, and really wanted to say, can there be more of the six Confucian arts, but he reckoned that if he really said that, Mr. Yan would probably give him a serious education, so he took it back. .

Zhao Rong knew that Mr. Yan actually regarded him as a close junior and supported him wholeheartedly.

Among them, there are both the reason why Zhao Rong was recommended by his senior brother, and there is also the joy of seeing Zhao Rong after discovering that Zhao Rong is a rare seed for reading.

Zhao Rong turned to smile and said, "Teacher, if I choose Mr. Zhu's calligraphy in the end, will you discourage me?"

Yan Jidao was slightly startled, with a hesitant expression, and finally nodded, "I will persuade you, but if you insist on leaving, I will not stop you."

He immediately said solemnly: "But you must know that this road has never been passed by anyone so far, and now it looks like a dead end. I believe that you will not mess around with her."

Zhao Rong nodded slightly and said nothing.

At this moment.

Yan Jidao, who was standing under the tree, suddenly raised his hand, and picked off a dazzling red maple leaf among the many half-red and half-red maple leaves.

He looked down at the red leaf in his palm, and said with a smile:
"Ziyu, our Linlu Academy is facing the river, and there is a maple forest beside the river. It is a scene of our Linlu. I will take you to see it sometime."

Zhao Rong smiled, "The red maple is facing the water, and it must be extremely beautiful according to the water. You have to take a good look."

Yan Jidao laughed heartily.

He waved his sleeves.

Under the tree, the maple leaves that fell to the ground suddenly swept up, like a swimming snake.

In the next second, this maple leaf "snake" burrowed into the maple leaf on Yan Jidao's right hand one by one.

This maple leaf, which was already extremely red, was as bright red as blood at this moment, and it was so delicate and beautiful.

Yan Jidao shook his sleeves again, and suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed it forward, taking out a natal object from his alchemy chamber.

Suspended in the air.

Zhao Rong took a closer look and found that it was an ordinary Confucian classic with no words on the cover.

Yan Jidao raised his fingertips, and the Confucian classics opened without wind.

The first few pages of the Confucian classics had very few words, but all of them were golden and bright, and as they turned through, the number of words increased, but the colors were not as dazzling as the previous ones.

now.

Yan Jidao, who was turning the pages of the book, stopped, and the Confucian classics also stopped at the front page.

He reached out and grabbed it.

A line of brilliant sentences that have been nourished for a long time on the page breaks away from the page and floats into the air.

Immediately, Yan Jidao turned his fingers and pointed to the maple leaf on his right hand.

In an instant, the "sentence" disappeared into the maple leaves.

The maple leaf's light gradually faded and returned to normal.

Yan Jidao handed the maple leaf to Zhao Rong.

Just one sentence, "Wear it close to your body."

Zhao Rong took it, looked down, his eyes were fixed, the maple leaf was nothing special, and there were words on the leaf, he read it lightly.

"The Zhanzhan River is full of water, and there are maples on it."

Zhao Rong looked up at Yan Jidao's expression, and understood something slightly.

He had heard Brother Yushu mention before that in order to protect the reading seeds of the academy, the master who protects them will give them some special items as a means of life-saving at critical moments.

Zhao Rong carefully put away the maple leaves.

"Thank you, teacher."

Yan Jidao stroked his beard and nodded.

(End of this chapter)