i have a sword fairy

Chapter 252

Well water from Zhengguan Well!

Zhu Weirui's simple words caused an uproar among the willful students.

The students turned their heads to look.

Yu Huaijin's expression moved slightly, and he couldn't help but look sideways.

Wu Peiliang opened his eyes and raised his head sharply.

Li Xueyou's mouth was slightly opened, and Xiao Hongyu's waist was straight.

Fan Yushu's eyes widened, staring at him without blinking.

The eyes of all the students were locked on the top of the long lacquered red table, on the small emerald green bamboo tube.

The ordinary bamboo tube is the focus of the audience.

However, one person seems to be an exception.

Zhao Rong was originally reading a new scripture intensively with his head down. He raised his eyebrows when he heard Zhu Weirui say that this class exercise was very exciting.

But after seeing her, he took out a small bamboo tube and said what kind of well water it was, Zhao Rong immediately lowered his head and continued to study the Confucian classics.

Fan Yushu clenched his fist and beat his palm.

"Ziyu Ziyu, it turned out to be the well water of Zhengguan Well. This is the water that can only be drunk if you become an academy teacher or a seed of reading! I asked why my left eyelid kept twitching when I woke up this morning. I thought it was because I could see You look like you have a deficiency of kidneys, you deserved what you deserved for not talking about loyalty yesterday, but you didn’t expect that you would have the opportunity to drink at Mr. Zhu’s place!"

Zhao Rong curled his lips, ignored what Fan Yushu said behind him, but casually said without raising his head:

"Isn't that still water? When I passed by that well before, I heard you said that the water in this well is better for making tea. Could it be that there are other magical things?"

His last tone was filled with anticipation.

Fan Yushu was stunned, "Ah, I haven't heard of the miraculous thing, and I don't know if there is any, but I just heard that the water in Zhengguan Well is cold and has a strong fragrance, and I drink it by myself. fetish."

"Oh." Zhao Rong responded.

Fan Yushu straightened his waist and looked at the small bamboo tube in the distance that everyone was paying attention to, "Ziyu, it's not the key whether it's supernatural or not. Symbolism!"

"Hey, how can I tell you..." He looked at the thing with burning eyes and sighed.

"In the whole academy, only the old master Shanzhang can draw the water from Zhengguan Well, and the new gentleman who just entered the academy can get a small amount of well water. We students and scholars want to get this well water, except for Except for a small reward for the great contribution made by the academy, it can only be rated as the reading seed of the academy. The reading seed, I haven't met the rumored senior brothers and sisters yet, and their names are all unknown. I know a few, I heard that there is a surname Sima..."

Zhao Rong, who was reading with his head down, raised his index finger and turned the pages of the book. He read, "The seeds of reading..."

Fan Yushu nodded.

"This is the highest honor among the students and scholars in our academy. It can even sit on an equal footing with the gentlemen of the academy. In some respects, they have equal status. They are all the key training objects of our Linlu Academy, and the resources and connections they have obtained are incomparable. Imagine, and it is equivalent to the candidate for the mountain chief, the future new mountain chief will be born among them, but the difficulty of obtaining this title..."

"Sometimes there won't be one student for several consecutive years, but this year we have Yu Huaijin, and I don't know if she can get it."

Zhao Rong nodded slightly, thoughtfully.

Fan Yushu also nodded along with him, and patted Zhao Rong's shoulder by the way.

"Okay, Ziyu, I have already told you how powerful the identity of the seed of reading is. You can use it to have a good dream. As for the conditions for obtaining it, I won't tell you. Actually, I don't know, but this It's not important, what's important is that you don't know it, it will affect your sense of bringing into the dream, the loss outweighs the gain, but I only hope that you can take me with you in your dream, and we will become the reading seeds of Linlu Academy together."

Hearing this, Zhao Rong folded a corner of the page, and immediately closed the book, he turned to look at Fan Yushu, nodded and clasped his fists, "Thank you, brother Yushu, but if you dreamed that you became a reading seed like me in the dream, would you The title that affects my little brother’s dream suddenly becomes meaningless."

Fan Yushu: "..."

He blinked and looked at Zhao Rong's sincere expression, feeling a little itchy.

Fan Yushu said unhappily:
"Stop talking, I was led off topic by you again... Ziyu, you just need to know that the water from Zhengguan Well is of great significance in our academy. If you can drink a mouthful of water from this well today, the next day... …It doesn’t need to be the next day, just in the afternoon, it will spread throughout the entire Mochi Academy, and even the scholars and brothers outside can hear your name, and they are very envious of you.”

Zhao Rong said seriously: "Isn't that still a mouthful of water, it's just a false name."

He paused and thought for a while, "I don't even have to drink it when it's brought to my mouth. After all, drinking cold water in this weather makes my teeth a little stuffy."

After the words fell, many students around looked sideways.

Fan Yushu sighed: "Ziyu is really high-spirited, we are vulgar, ashamed."

Zhao Rong blinked, and gave him a salute with cupped fists.

Fan Yushu tentatively said: "Then Ziyu, why don't you and I write the same handwriting, I usually see that your handwriting is very neat, maybe Mr. Zhu just likes it, and it's a bit of a match, let's go together Pengpeng, if I don't win, but Ziyu wins, according to your high-spirited temperament, let me drink it, let me be vulgar for a while?"

Zhao Rong nodded thoughtfully, and immediately said decisively: "No."

Fan Yushu choked up, glared at him, then hurriedly lowered his head and began to write seriously, the time for a stick of incense was not too long.

With a smile on Zhao Rong's face, he glanced at Fan Yushu who was concentrating on it. It was the first time he saw this guy with such a correct attitude.

Zhao Rong raised his eyes slightly, glanced at the woman in Confucian shirt with a smile on the corner of her mouth in front of her eyes, then bowed her head and continued to read.

Zhu Weirui was standing behind the long painted red table with her hands behind her back, her chin raised slightly, and she looked at the students in the audience with a smile on their faces after they were aroused to be serious and busy. I saw Zhao Rong who was sitting still and reading a book by himself.

"Ok?"

Zhu Weirui's nasal voice was very soft. She stared at Zhao Rong who was buried in his studies for a while. He was out of tune with the students in the bustling open space and had no intention of writing.

The woman in the Confucian shirt frowned slightly.

The time for a stick of incense quickly passed.

During the period, no students handed in the papers in advance. After all, they chose the best handwriting to submit. Try to write as many as possible and pick the best one to hand in. There will be no difference.

The students got up one after another to hand in the papers.

Fan Yushu frowned, let out a breath, put down the pen, carefully picked up a piece of flower curtain paper with wet ink, and blew on it.

He turned his head to look, and found that Zhao Rong hadn't moved a word, and was flipping through the book with his head bowed.

Fan Yushu didn't read any more, picked up the sheet of words he was most satisfied with, and walked forward to hand in the paper with great interest.

Confucianism attaches great importance to respecting teachers and respecting morality. When the gentlemen of the academies teach any chores in class, almost all students do it for them.

Right now, the papers handed in by the students in Lanzhoudu are like this.

When the time for a stick of incense was up, Yu Huaijin, who had already finished writing in advance, took her rice paper and walked directly to the Qihong table, and put away the students' rice paper.

The students lined up in an orderly manner, silently, and handed in the rice paper.

Wu Peiliang was the first to get up to hand in the papers.

He has been practicing calligraphy hard for some time, and whenever he has free time, he copies the famous post from the mountain collected at home.

Wu Peiliang's grades in seven subjects of arts were among the best in the school, and he was ranked fourth in the last mid-month exam, but he felt that it was difficult for the first few to surpass, and calligraphy was one of the last mid-month exams. In the assessment, everyone's results were not much different.

This made Wu Peiliang see an opportunity, an opportunity to surpass, so calligraphy is a subject he must strive for, and Wu Peiliang has also worked hard for this.

Right now, the only person he regards as his opponent in the art of calligraphy in the willful hall is Yu Huaijin.

In the last mid-month assessment, although her calligraphy was also number one in the outspoken school, the gap with the latecomers was extremely small. Unlike the other six arts, some of them were even given full marks by the gentlemen. It is hard for the students of the willful class to hold a candle to.

Wu Peiliang was very close to Yu Huaijin in calligraphy last time, and he always thought that Yu Huaijin just had an advantage in this new art.

After all, everyone was not familiar with calligraphy before, but Yu Huaijin followed Mr. Zhu to Linlu Academy. The intimate teacher-student relationship between the two is almost a well-known thing in Mochi Academy.

Wu Peiliang held the calligraphy and rice paper in his hand, deliberately took a quick step, and was the first to go forward to hand in the paper, walking in the forefront.

He came to Yu Huaijin, glanced down, and glanced at the first word that Yu Huaijin put on the table first.

Wu Peiliang handed over the writing in his hand, saluted with a smile and said, "Senior Lao Yu is here."

Yu Huaijin nodded slightly, put away his words, and folded them on top of her own, but during the whole process, Yu Huaijin didn't look down at Wu Peiliang's words.

Wu Peiliang turned to leave, and the upright and elegant words that just caught his eyes flashed in his mind.

He took a breath, thought about it, and compared it with his own words in his mind.

Not long after, Wu Peiliang nodded slightly, and walked away with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his steps brisk.

Should be able to win.

As for the words handed in by the students in the back, he didn't worry too much. According to the experience of the past few calligraphy class assessments, the other students won the lottery once at most. He and Yu Huaijin have won the leader several times, but Yu Huaijin has slightly more.

But this time Wu Peiliang made enough preparations after class...

The students in the Zhixingtang handed in the papers one after another, and Yu Huaijin collected them one by one, recording the order of the names so that Zhu Weirui could correct them later.

Xiao Hongyu and Li Xueyou were lining up.

Li Xueyou's hands were empty because Xiao Hongyu robbed her of it to watch.

Xiao Hongyu bit her lip and looked at her friend's delicate and peaceful lower case script, and then at her own handwriting.

Xiao Hongyu's shoulders slumped, and he handed back Li Xueyou's words, pretending to be sad and saying:

"Hey, Xueyou, have you practiced behind my back? Your writing is so good that you are almost catching up with Huaijin. Hmph, you two don't teach me, so I won't play with you anymore. Let's play together. But I was the last one."

Li Xueyou pursed her lips and smiled, knowing that her friend was joking, but she still held Xiao Hongyu's sleeve with both hands, shook it slightly, and showed her a bright smile.

Xiao Hongyu couldn't hold back any longer, she chuckled, and looked at Yu Huaijin in front of her, "Xueyou, who do you think will win the championship today and get the well water?"

Li Xueyou thought for a while, then shook her head.

Xiao Hongyu sighed, "I think it should be either Huai Jin or Brother Wu. The last few times, the two of them have taken turns to win, and there are fewer and fewer cases where luck can win first place."

She turned her head to look at Wu Peiliang's back, and sighed, "Brother Wu is amazing, he can catch up with Huaijin."

"Yeah." Li Xueyou followed her gaze and nodded.

Just as they were talking, when they were in line, the two of them saluted and handed in the papers, and then went back to their seats together.

After a while, the students queuing up to hand in papers had dispersed, and no one came forward.

Yu Huaijin lowered her head and counted the papers.

All the students in the audience looked at her and Zhu Weirui quietly.

Yu Huaijin frowned suddenly, staring at the wrong number of papers in her hand, she was silent for a while, she raised her head and looked directly in Zhao Rong's direction, only to see that the man was still immersed in his own business.

In the next second, she moved and walked towards Zhao Rong with her hands in her hands, her face expressionless.

"Xuanji, come back." Zhu Weirui said suddenly.

Yu Huaijin stopped, turned around and saluted, "Teacher, they haven't been collected yet."

"It's okay, I know."

Zhu Weirui pursed her lips, picked up the stack of papers on the table, passed Yu Huaijin, and walked to Zhao Rong's seat.

　Something happened today, Xiao Rong has been busy all day... I owe you that chapter yesterday

　　
　
(End of this chapter)