i have a sword fairy

Chapter 209 A Brief Separation
"Teacher, why don't I just choose classics, righteousness, Confucianism and Taoism? I think it's good to learn from you, teacher. Don't think about it anymore..."

Zhao Rong glanced at Mr. Yan's expression and hesitated slightly.

Yan Jidao frowned, "No, haven't you listened to what I just told you?"

Zhao Rong said in a helpless tone, "The students listened to it. It's just that the students know a little about other arts. They feel that choosing the way of classics and righteousness is quite suitable for them. They should have no regrets in the future."

In fact, the six arts of Confucianism, Jing Yi Yi, Poetry and Fu, etiquette, music, chess, painting... Well, let’s add a illusory calligraphy art, Zhao Rong thinks Jing Yi Yi is the most suitable for him.

Jingyi, or economics, is the study of Confucian classics, which requires down-to-earth learning.

It and poetry are called the two major arts of Confucian scholars, but they are actually more important than the latter. Among the Confucians in the world, there are the most people who follow this path, whether they are scholars or gentlemen and sages.

Because the classics and righteousness are the most fundamental Dao of Confucianism, the easy-to-understand saying is "continuing the learning for the sake of the saints".

And Zhao Rong carefully weighed the knowledge about Confucianism he had learned in his previous life, and still felt that Confucianism and Taoism were the most suitable for him.

He has also thought about poetry and fu, but he still feels that if he has to choose one of the two, it is the classic meaning.

As for other arts, Confucianism and Taoism, either they are too small, or they have never been involved.

Yan Jidao was silent for a moment, then shook his head, "No, you have to take all art classes this year, and the specific decision will be made after a year."

"teacher……"

"Stop mentioning it again."

Zhao Rong paused, looked at Mr. Yan's serious expression, and pursed his lips.

He lowered his eyes and said, "Understood, teacher."

Yan Jidao still frowned, with a look of worry on his face, and said in a deep voice: "Ziyu, you should not be careless about other arts, the college has set up so many arts for new students, not just for screening, but also for some more There are deep intentions inside."

He stared at Zhao Rong who was silent, and said in a serious tone: "After returning to the academy, the old man will pay attention to your seven arts assessment results on weekdays, and ask your art gentlemen, Ziyu, you must qualified."

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows slightly. Seeing this, he had no choice but to raise his eyes and nodded, and saluted Yan Jidao, "Student understands."

However, even though he said so, he still had some thoughts in his heart...

After hearing the words, Yan Jidao stroked his beard and nodded, "That's very good."

Under the maple tree, the atmosphere between the two became a little serious for a while.

Zhao Rong coughed lightly, spoke again, changed the subject, and asked Yan Ji some intellectual questions.

Soon.

Zhao Rong was almost done watching and studying, so he stepped forward to help and cut the maple tree with Yan Jidao.

The autumn is warm and the morning breeze is cool. Under the mangrove tree, the two chatted while picking leaves.

Talk about reading, gardening, and the Book of Songs.

Even Zhao Rong listened with relish to Yan Jidao talking about the depth of sowing winter wheat in ordinary farms down the mountain.

Gradually, the two talked about everything.

Perhaps because Yan Jidao had been a teacher for many years, the chatting could not help but inadvertently took on a pedagogical tone.

But Zhao Rong didn't feel bored, and listened attentively.

The morning passed unknowingly, the autumn sun quietly climbed up, and the trees were gradually covered with maple leaves.

Outside the gate of Fenglin Courtyard.

Li Jinshu, who had been standing still on duty, couldn't help but look back at the door for a moment.

Looking from a distance, a pair of teachers and students are picking red leaves under a lush and towering maple tree, laughing and talking from time to time...

"Teacher, is the student's cultivation base too low? And...the cultivation qualifications are not very good."

The air was quiet for a while.

"Who said, Ziyu, you are already very good now. The level of cultivation is not that important to an aspiring man. Not long ago, the new city lord who was sent by Zhongzhou to Duyou City was also a lack of cultivation. Ordinary people, such a huge Youlan Mansion, manages millions of monks and mortals in Duyou City, and can even dispatch Sword Immortals from the seventh realm of the Jiange, with such authority, it can still be firmly controlled by a mortal."

"But teacher..."

"Ziyu, you must not underestimate yourself. You have already surpassed many of your peers in the academy during the stage of ascending to the sky. You don't have to compare with those students who are born with good cultivation aptitude. You also have your..."

"Ahem, no, teacher, I just want to ask, do you have any panacea that can quickly cultivate and improve the realm, give me one for the students." Zhao Rong scratched his head, his tone was a little embarrassed, "Really No, the elixir that can make me break through to the heaven realm faster will also work."

Yan Ji said: "..."

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In the end, Zhao Rong still didn't get any "panacea" that could make his realm soar.

At that time, Mr. Yan had a straight face, his facial muscles twitched, he pursed his lips and forced out a "no", and told Zhao Rong to leave soon after.

Zhao Rong said goodbye to the elder brother and left Fenglin Courtyard.

He looked up at the sun, it was almost noon, he stepped forward, originally wanted to go to Xiaoyao Mansion to pick up Qingjun, but he stopped suddenly after walking a few steps, said secretly, turned around and changed his way, and returned to the courtyard where he lived .

Zhao Rong entered the room, put the note in a miscellaneous book that he didn't like to read, and turned around to change it. A clean shirt.

He lowered his head, sniffed left and right, nodded in satisfaction, and went to find Qingjun in a sunny mood.

In the next two days, although Zhao Rong and Concubine Zhao Ling were already married, they were like lovers who had just fallen in love.

During the day, Concubine Zhao Ling accompanied Zhao Rong to Mr. Yan's class.

After class, the two went hand in hand to visit the mountains and rivers in the four mansions of Taiqing, looking for seclusion and enjoying the maple leaves.

I don't know how many strange eyes I got from others along the way, but they didn't pay attention to it.

The two seem to have regained their childhood fun, but they have rekindled a novel interest in flowers, plants, trees, rocks and stones.

Zhao Rong took Concubine Zhao Ling up and down the mountain and ran without knowing the boredom.

Sometimes even if you don't speak, just leaning against each other to bask in the sun is another kind of fun-feeling the real existence of the other party beside you, and leaning against each other to guess the other's mind, you feel that it is already The first pleasure in the world.

How can it be boring.

And in the past two days, there seemed to be a tacit understanding between the two.

Neither of them asked anything about the other's practice.

Concubine Zhao Ling didn't seem to know that Zhao Rong was in the Heavenly Realm.

Nothing was mentioned.

Zhao Rong also pretended to be stupid with his wife, but he was thinking about the broken sword heart she had never revealed to him.

Zhao Rong felt a little distressed.

And so on until the evening of the third day.

Zhao Rong and Concubine Zhao Ling held hands and walked on the way back to Nanci Abode.

The setting sun lengthened the shadows of the two of them.

Their steps are very slow.

Because we both know that we will be separated temporarily tomorrow.

Zhao Rong will return to Lin Lu Academy with Mr. Yan tomorrow morning with his seniors.

Although Linlu Academy is not too far away from the Fourth Mansion of Taiqing, after all, it is no longer as convenient as it is now...

　To start trying to evolve...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)