i have a sword fairy

Chapter 251 The Lucky Draw in the Calligraphy Class

Outside the maple forest at Lanzhoudu, there was a man and a woman, standing ten steps apart, looking at each other quietly.

A few breaths ago, the two were still walking side by side, talking and laughing happily.

But at this time, the atmosphere between them was a little weird.

Zhao Rong's smile disappeared, his face expressionless.

Zhu Weirui stands with her hands behind her back, her lips are turned up, her teeth are white and her eyes are bright, like a blooming orchid.

Neither of them spoke.

After a moment of silence, Zhao Rong nodded slightly, then put his hands into his sleeves, turned around and walked towards Zhu Weirui.

Zhu Weirui was looking at him intently with a smile on her face, and when she saw Zhao Rong approaching, the corners of her mouth curved even more.

The woman in a Confucian shirt with tied hair slightly parted her red lips, ready to speak again, but immediately, Zhao Rong passed by her side without stopping, without saying a word.

Zhu Weirui turned her head and saw the straight back of the man in front of her, walking directly in the direction of Lan Zhoudu.

She blinked, her voice was clear, "Master Zhao, wait for the little girl."

Zhao Rong stopped, thought for a while, turned around, clasped his fists in salute, and lowered his eyes, "Mr. Zhu, please respect yourself. You are a teacher, and I am a student. I can't bear the burden of your son."

After saying that, he turned around, left directly, and stepped into the maple forest.

Zhu Weirui put down her hands behind her back, lowered her head and patted her sleeves, and then continued to walk towards Lan Zhoudu.

at this time.

Zhao Rong walked in the maple forest, his steps hurried.

"Hahahahaha-!"

His heart was filled with the laughter of a certain sword spirit.

Zhao Rong had a calm expression, "Have you laughed enough?"

"Hahaha..." Gui was a little out of breath, "Wait, wait, let me laugh for a while, hahahaha..."

"Please lower your voice, it's weird."

Gui smiled and said: "Zhao Rong, so angry, so angry, are you so angry? I thought Zhu Weirui was a nymphomaniac, but it turned out that Mr. Zhao himself is an idiot. Hahaha, don't hold back, just speak out when you are angry. .”

"Angry?" Zhao Rong stopped talking, "That's it? I'm not angry, I guessed it, but it's okay, it's a bad impression anyway, just don't think of me as a great man, I can't bear it .”

Gui nodded, "That's fine, then I'll laugh a little longer, hahaha..."

Zhao Rong's lips twitched.

He raised his hand and rubbed his face.

……

At Lanzhou Ferry, dozens of tables were neatly arranged on the open space.

The students in the Willful Hall are waiting quietly, almost all the seats are filled, but there is a seat on the right back that is empty, and the students around are doing their own things, no one pays attention.

At the front of the open space, there is also a long lacquered red table, on which are neatly placed the Four Treasures of the Study, elegant objects and curiosities, the most of which are stacks of clean white paper, ranging from ordinary calligraphy rice paper to exotic flowers popular among scholars on the mountain Curtain paper, because there is everything, neatly stacked in the easy-to-reach place on the upper right of the table, all kinds of paper are not less than one knife.

At this time, there was no one behind the well-prepared lacquered long table.

Before Mr. Zhu arrived, the students in the open space were quietly busy with their own affairs, either brushing up their pens to practice calligraphy or flipping through copybooks, and even Zhao Rong had the impression that he always fished in class and only divided into serious fishing and non-students. Fan Yushu, who was serious about fishing, seemed to have put his head down and wrote with all his energy.

The students in the willful hall are all gearing up, and there is an atmosphere of eagerness.

In the front row, Yu Huaijin, who was closest to the lacquered long table, looked around the back, turned around, and nodded slightly.

In Zhu Weirui's calligraphy class, all the students in the candid classroom took it very seriously.

In addition to the fact that she is a rare and outstanding female gentleman in an academy where men gather together, she is elegant, Confucian, and approachable, and the book art she teaches is a novelty, Zhu Weirui also likes to set some small assessments in the book art class Interacting with others, adding some small headlines, and calligraphy is not like the other arts, there is a daunting Yu Huaijin, in this new art, all students have a chance.

Therefore, Zhu Weirui's calligraphy class is very popular with the new students in the Mochi Academy, and it is not as controversial as it is between the masters of the academy and the scholars of the higher grades.

However, what made the Mochi students quite entangled was that Mr. Zhu, who seemed kind and pleasant when getting along in class, was not soft at all once he corrected homework or examination papers.

What makes the students even more helpless is that there is no fixed judging standard for calligraphy, and it seems that the papers are all revised based on Mr. Zhu's subjective opinion.

For them, after the answer papers are sent out, the words with good grades that others have been corrected, what is good, and the words with poor grades, what is bad and what is wrong, can not be taken for granted.

The correct characters you carefully write one stroke at a time may not be as good as others' random strokes.

However, these did not dampen the enthusiasm of the students in the willful class. After all, looking around, everyone around seems to be laymen with similar levels, poor appreciation, and handing in papers to try their luck, so write as much as you can, Maybe he won the lottery in a daze.

It's not that there are no such things, but many.

Like winning the lottery, there is a sense of anticipation.

The hours ticked by. Not long ago, a bell was heard from a distant mountain forest, and it was almost the quarter of the hour for class.

Yu Huaijin looked at the long table that was temporarily empty in front of her, and looked back at the entrance.

And looking forward to it with her, there are many male students including Wu Peiliang.

Looking forward to that elegant Youlan figure.

crackling-

At this moment, at the entrance of Fenglin into the open space, there was suddenly a slight trampling sound of dead leaves.

Most of the students in the candid hall put down their work and looked back.

I saw the entrance, and then a figure appeared, it was...Zhao Ziyu?

Everyone, including Yu Huaijin, was taken aback.

He watched Zhao Rong copy his sleeves, cross the rows of seats behind him with a calm expression, and walk back to the vacant seat after he left. Along the way, he turned his head and smiled at Li Xueyou, who was looking sideways. Provoked the latter to escape quickly.

Why are you back?
At this time, before everyone had time to think about it, there was another slight sound coming from the entrance of the maple forest, and immediately, there was an elegant figure in a Confucian shirt.

Zhu Weirui walked out of Fenglin, looked around the open space, her clear eyes stopped slightly in Zhao Rong's direction, and then smiled at the students of the Willful Hall.

"Sorry, I'm late, on the way... I was delayed for a while."

She raised the corner of her mouth lightly, met the eyes of the students, walked across the seats in the middle of the banquet, and walked behind the long painted red table.

Many students looked at each other in blank dismay, and then they suddenly realized that they met Mr. Zhu halfway, and their excuse of asking for leave was untenable, and she refused to stop them back?
Wu Peiliang let out a sigh.

At this time, after seeing Zhu Weirui taking the seat, Yu Huaijin got up, followed by the students of the Willful Hall, got up and saluted, and shouted loudly.

"Mr. Zhu, good morning."

"Everyone, please sit down. Xuanji, are you all here?"

Yu Huaijin glanced back, glanced at Zhao Rong who was expressionless, and turned around, "Everyone is here, the teacher can teach."

Zhu Weirui nodded slightly.

Suddenly a strong wind from the river blew, and people in the open space were wearing their clothes. Some students on the desks forgot to press down the rice paper, and it flew all over the sky, but fortunately, the students behind the desk held it down in time.

The wind in the river is noisy.

Zhu Weirui rolled up her sleeves, reached out with her jade hand, grabbed a brush at random, and wrote quickly on a piece of rice paper for a while.

She put down the pen, picked up a corner of the paper with two thin fingers, and shook her wrist in the wind, only to see that ten ink characters were shaken off, and the river wind came again, blowing the ink characters into the wind.

When everyone looked at it, there was a sentence of five words floating in the air: In autumn, the blue boat crosses, and there is no wind and waves to turn itself over.

The five-character poem suddenly disappeared.

In an instant, the students on the Lanzhoudu open space only felt that the sound of wind between heaven and earth stopped suddenly, and the sound of noisy waves and maple leaves also disappeared.

Heaven and earth are silent.

Just looking at the river and mountains, the waves and Lin Tao are still rolling.

At this time, Zhu Weirui's clear voice came clearly.

"Everyone, is this wave and Lin Tao good-looking?"

All the students looked away, thinking that the female gentleman was admonishing them, but they were familiar with each other's personalities, so they were not afraid, and all laughed and teased.

"Mr. Zhu, it's very nice."

"It's beautiful, it's very eye-catching."

"I think it looks as good-looking as my husband."

"Coincidentally, I think so too."

Everyone responded and it was quite lively.

Hearing this, Zhu Weirui shook her head with a broken smile, "Don't make trouble, everyone, I'm serious. Do you see anything about the waves and Lin Tao?"

No one answered, and many shook their heads.

Zhu Weirui turned his eyes to Zhao Rong's direction, only to see that he was propping his head up and staring at the table in a daze, ignoring her meaning.

Zhu Weirui bit her lip, but quickly looked away, and said with a smile: "Did Mr. Si take you to listen silently in the last class, then this class is just right, we don't listen to the sound, just watch the waves, this Lin Hai, Li Du Zhitao, sir, I saw the gesture."

She paused for everyone to digest, and then continued: "In today's class, I will talk about gestures first. Recently, sir, I have watched the copybooks, and I have some insights about gestures. The gestures are the principle of using a pen and the basis for concluding words." , refers to the mood and momentum of calligraphy..."

After speaking, Zhu Weirui borrowed the river and forest scenery to explain the basic strokes of calligraphy in a simple way, most of which were some experiences she summed up.

Everyone listened with gusto...

offstage.

Fan Yushu glanced at Zhao Rong, and said strangely: "Ziyu, didn't you ask for leave, why are you back again? Mr. Zhu knows you?"

Zhao Rong was slowly laying out the paper, ink, brush and inkstone. When he heard the words, especially the last sentence, he stopped, then turned his head and said sincerely:
"When I think of leaving Yushu here alone, my conscience hurts. When I walked halfway, the pain was unbearable, so I came back to accompany you."

Fan Yushu was taken aback when he heard the words, and then sighed, "I didn't expect Ziyu to have such a thing as a conscience. I was the one who wronged Ziyu before. I'm sorry."

Speaking of this, his expression changed, and he looked at Zhao Rong with piercing eyes, hoping: "Then Ziyu, next time the brothers and sisters come to you again on Xiu Mu Ri, can you take Wei brother and go out to hide for half a day?"

"No." Zhao Rong blinked and said simply.

Fan Yushu closed his expression, turned his head with a stern face, and stopped talking to his good brother who betrayed his teammates at this critical moment, and began to listen carefully to Zhu Weirui's lecture.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong glanced at him a few times, wondering, "Hey, you really listen to the lectures? It's not like you."

"Why is this not like me? Where is it not like me? What do I look like in your eyes? Brother Ziyu, don't disturb my study, I am different from you."

Fan Yushu said in a serious manner, as if he wanted to draw a line and change his ways from now on.

Zhao Rong sighed with emotion, and then felt bored. What the female gentleman said was interesting, but it was for beginners, but he really couldn't listen to it. Zhao Rong felt that this class Gotta do something meaningful.

He looked at Fan Yushu's profile, and said seriously: "Brother Yushu, let's have a chat, tell me about Duyou City."

Fan Yushu listened carefully to the class, ignored this bastard, and didn't want to do meaningful things with him.

Zhao Rong opened his mouth and was about to say more, but he saw that many students around him had already frowned, and when he closed his mouth, he also sensed something was wrong, smiled apologetically, and stopped speaking.

The students around shook their heads and stopped looking at him.

During the lecture, Zhu Weirui glanced in a certain direction from time to time, only to see someone who listened for a while, then seemed to be distracted again, and his mind was not on it.

However, she was not annoyed, instead, her eyes lit up slightly at a certain moment.

The morning sun gradually rose, and soon, Zhu Weirui's lecture came to an end. She looked at the audience and said suddenly:

"Let's talk about today's calligraphy first. Let's rest for a while. By the way, we will have a class assessment according to the old rules. It's very simple. After a stick of incense time, you hand in a pair of calligraphy that you are most satisfied with, correct it for me, and choose one. best written."

Many students raised their heads when they heard the words, their eyes lit up.

Zhu Weirui smiled, "I know you guys are greedy for this famous lottery again, but it's okay, I guarantee you will like this lottery."

After saying that, she took out a small emerald green bamboo tube from her sleeve and placed it lightly on the desk.

Zhu Weirui was quiet for a moment, looked around, and noticed the curious gazes from the students in the Willful Hall, including Zhao Rong who looked up.

She nodded inwardly, and smiled: "This bamboo tube is filled with well water from Zhengguan Well. Recently, I just got some water. How about doing this?"

Before Zhu Weirui finished speaking, there was a sound of astonishment in the open space.

(End of this chapter)