i have a sword fairy

Chapter 271 From an early age, I can see that this kid is promising (Thank you brothers for the monthly tickets and rewards!)

In Chengcong Valley, on both sides of a certain winding spring, there are many resting Mochi students.

On a bluestone slab near Xinglin, there were two students, sitting and standing, the atmosphere between them was a bit silent.

Zhao Rong waited for a while, feeling that the atmosphere was a bit serious, he raised his thick eyebrows, and jumped off the bluestone covered with autumn yellow apricot leaves in the next second.

Zhao Rong patted the robe, shook some leaves off, then squatted down on the ground with a whoosh, tilted his head to look at Gu Yiwu who had a slightly dazed expression, and hooked his hands.

Gu Yiwu looked around, and saw that most of the students around were looking at this side, with a hesitant expression on their faces.

Zhao Rong rested his toes lightly and put his elbows on his knees. He felt that this posture was much more comfortable. If he served a bowl of rice...

"Cough cough."

He coughed twice, but his hands were not idle, he broke off a piece of foxtail with full grains, pulled out the green and tender rhizome, bit it between his white teeth, and held it in his mouth.

While the standing Gu Yiwu was still hesitating, he was squatting without any gentleman in his mouth, Zhao Rong suddenly flashed some childhood images in his mind, when he was holding foxtails in his mouth like this, Qingjun and Qian'er were holding their skirts He followed closely behind, biting the foxtail that Zhao Rong picked for them between his lips and teeth. It was in the farm of the Duke's Mansion outside Qianjing City, and the fields were full of rice straws taller than them.

Zhao Rong likes to pick these full-grained dogtail grass, remove the roots, and stuff them quietly into Qing Jun and Qian'er's purses. After they reach in to grab things, they will immediately retract their small hands, their faces are pale, and they call out coquettishly. What kind of caterpillar, every time this is the time when he laughs the happiest.

But then, of course, it was unavoidable to be chased by two short-legged little lolita to 'feed' the powder hammer to eat...

I remember that at that time, he was too naughty, and the fabric at the knees of his trousers would often be worn out unconsciously. After a while, he was "beaten" by his mother again, so at that time, remember to bring Qingjun When going out to play, she said the most words behind her buttocks, which is also familiar to Zhao Rong so far:

"Rong...Brother Ronger...slow down, huhu, be gentle...gentle, brother Ronger, be gentle...or it will be worn out again."

Xiao Qingjun's immature childish voice still echoed in his ears.

Zhao Rongmi looked down at his knees again, startled for a while, he reached out and touched the knees of his underwear, and found that the fabric at these two knees was much thicker than the rest.

The autumn clothes all over the body were woven by Qing Jun. Could it be that the lady was afraid that he would be worn out from the fun of crawling on the ground again?It's just that now that there is no mother, she is the one to worry about these things...

The corners of Zhao Rong's eyes twitched, he bit the dog's tail grass, and sucked in his breath.

Just when he was thinking about whether he should let her experience the pain of her knees when he saw Qingjun next time, Gu Yiwu gritted his teeth, lifted his robe, and squatted down.

So, an agent of the calligraphy class, and the head of a school, the two men squatted together, turned their backs to everyone, and seemed to be whispering in their ears. Suddenly, this scene attracted the attention of all the students of the Justice Hall. The sight, gradually, the eyes looking at the two of them also became a little weird.

Could it be... Boss Gu is having an affair with Mr. Zhao Xiao?
"Here." Beside the blue stone, Zhao Rong handed over a piece of foxtail.

Gu Yiwu took it, hesitated for a moment, and bit it in his mouth.

Zhao Rong glanced at him.

Gu Yiwu felt that although the posture of squatting down and chatting was a bit shameful at first, but after letting go, it felt surprisingly good, the atmosphere was much more relaxed, as if the distance was closer.

He thought for a while and replied in a low voice: "Actually, I didn't think too much about it. Although I haven't met Brother Zhao before, as a student of the candid hall, the person who knows you best should be the people in this hall, and you have always paid attention to candidness. Senior Yu, who was studying in the classroom, didn't object..."

Gu Yiwu paused, and glanced at Zhao Rong, who nodded slightly with a calm expression.

Gu Yiwu suddenly said, "Besides, although I am a rough person, I have always been very accurate in judging people. When we met for the first time, I could tell at a glance that Brother Zhao was not an ordinary person."

He frowned, glanced at Zhao Rong who was looking sideways, and said seriously, "Brother Zhao's bones are light and strange, and his appearance is light and cloudy. He must have a poetic spirit in his belly. As for temperament, no matter what Believe it or not, brother Zhao, I have my own set of standards for judging people, brother Zhao's temperament..."

Gu Yiwu looked serious, stared at Zhao Rong, nodded slowly, gave him a look without saying much.

All without saying a word.

Zhao Rong tilted the foxtail in his mouth, stared blankly at the honest man in front of him for a while, pursed his lips and choked a few times, reached out to pick the foxtail, and licked his lips.

Zhao Rong, who was squatting on the ground, moved back and looked away for a while, then he picked up the foxtail again and looked up at Gu Yiwu with emotion in his eyes.

From an early age, I could see that this child would grow up to be promising, as expected.

The two looked at each other for a while.

Seeing that Zhao Rong didn't respond, Gu Yiwu continued to speak, "Now it seems that my judgment is correct. Brother Zhao is indeed extraordinary. The method of teaching characters is somewhat...somewhat unexpected, but..."

He looked at the scenery in Ping Cong Valley on the left and right, nodded and said: "As Brother Zhao said, in addition to 'engineering', it is 'comprehension', which connects the Tao of calligraphy with everything in the world, and see more through it. Thinking about it, I have never heard of this idea before, I think Brother Zhao's decree is wonderful."

Zhao Rong stared at him, then nodded, waiting for a certain turning point, this is his experience.

Sure enough, the next moment, Gu Yiwu suddenly scratched his head and said with a foolish smile:

"However, heck, it must be that Brother Zhao's thinking is too far ahead. We students are dumber than the students in other schools, especially Senior Yu's willful teaching, so why don't Brother Zhao enlighten us a few more words, If you lead us in, don't come with the same high standards as the Temperament Hall, what does Brother Zhao think?"

Zhao Rong looked at him with dark eyes and remained silent.

Gu Yiwu was a little hairy from being stared at. He touched the back of his head and felt that Zhao Rong should disagree. Gu Yiwu sighed slightly, opened his mouth and was about to go back in the circle, and just let it go, and didn't talk about this small matter anymore. .

"Haha, Brother Zhao, I'm just giving some suggestions..."

"It's okay, Brother Gu." Zhao Rong said suddenly.

He picked up the teacup and held it in his hands, feeling the continuous warmth coming from the cup wall, he smiled and said to the stunned Gu Yiwu:

"I can talk about my experience. Before, I was just afraid that my subjective feelings would affect your comprehension, so I kept silent. Now after listening to you, I will let you explore by yourself without saying anything. Although it is free, it is too harsh. , I’d like to say a few words, but it’s not because the justice hall is worse than the sex hall. The students of the willful hall may not understand as much as you. Brother Gu, don’t belittle yourself. I will tell it to the candid hall."

The squatting burly man sincerely cupped his hands.

"Then have more Brother Zhao, Mr. Zhao."

"I said you don't need to see outsiders."

Zhao Rong shook his head with a smile, then got up, looked at the students of Justice Hall, squinted slightly, "Everyone, please follow me."

After a moment of silence, the students of Justice Hall followed Zhao Rong excitedly.

Zhao Rong led Gu Yiwu and the students of Justice Hall.

Passing through the apricot forest, out of the valley, jumping over the orchid stream, climbing the rocks, passing the Zibei Pavilion, and reaching the foot of Linlu Mountain, watching the scene of bearers picking up books, scholars giving way, dangerous high-rise buildings, standing on the top of the mountain, and the clear sky and clouds. Cirrus cloud Shu meaning.

"I know that everyone wants to listen to me teach the secret method of writing and writing, but there is no shortcut at this time, except hard practice and careful observation of nature, there is no shortcut to the trick."

Along the way, Zhao Rong stopped and stopped, with one hand behind his back and the other waving his sleeve, as if splashing ink, understatement, and then slammed Fang Qiu:
"I saw apricot leaves flying and Lin Tao rolling, and I knew the surging strokes."

"I saw the clear spring of Lanjian rushing down, and the rapids were rushing and agitating, hitting the valley with the continuous sound of congcong, and I got the charm of writing."

"I saw the scholar and the bearer fighting for the road, so I observed the meaning of the brushwork."

"I see……"

Zhao Rong's voice was clear and clear, from Peng Cong Valley to the Zibei Pavilion, and then to the foot of Linlu Mountain, in front of the climbing corridor, it echoed clearly in the ears of the students in the Hall of Justice.

It even attracted the attention of academicians.

It caused the passing gentleman to stop and listen.

Attracting foreign Confucian scholars gradually silently staring.

Zhao Rong didn't pay attention to these, he was talking to the climax, his black eyes were bright and penetrating, he subconsciously rolled up the sleeve of his right hand, exposing his slender forearm, stuck out his index finger, and used his finger as a substitute for a pen, outlining in the air without paper or ink.

"I see that the nine-storey dangerous building towers into the clouds, like a sea of ​​clouds, and the ancient pavilion of inferiority, which is low to the mud, is full of dust. The height and the height are as wonderful as the pen and ink on paper. Law."

"Horizontally, when you brush, you should pay attention to it, go against the trend, and have the meaning of tightening and tightening, so that the painting is flat from top to bottom and arched, just like the ancient pavilion of inferiority."

"Verbically, you need to seek straightness in the curved posture, and strive for the law. Use bending and twisting, like lifting the weight of a nine-story dangerous building..."

Gradually, the surroundings became quiet, except for the voice of one person, which still echoed.

Gu Yiwu stared blankly, staring at the very contagious figure on the field in a daze, at a certain moment, his head nodded slowly.

Slowly, among the students of Zhengyi Hall, many people began to look thoughtful, and some students even looked around suddenly, looking around, as if seeing the sun through the clouds. See and get to know the scenery that has been neglected.

But no matter what, the eyes of all the students looking at the figure in the center gradually took on a certain brilliance. This is... real respect, not the aura brought by their status. They have never let them cast such a look from the bottom of their hearts.

The two are similar, but they are worlds apart.

Not long after, Zhao Rong was gradually surrounded by the students of Zhengyi Hall and the crowd who were either passing by or waiting in line to go up the mountain, and this scene continued to attract some curious new passers-by from afar.

Hearing the impassioned words of that 'young gentleman', the academician You Shu breathed out a long breath and said 'good' softly.

A thousand miles away, a pair of foreign Confucian scholars who came to the academy to give away books couldn't help but look at each other in amazement.

There are also academy masters who come to the library to "steal books", and when they hear Dangfu's great whiteness, they smile knowingly, turn around and leave without dragging their feet, and return in good spirits.

And all of this is happening silently...

After an unknown amount of time, at the foot of Linlu Mountain, a large area in front of the entrance to the right of the promenade was very quiet, except for one person.

So from a distance, outsiders would see a strange scene here.

A young Confucian scholar rolled up his sleeves and waved his hands in the air, with the corners of his mouth raised, speaking enthusiastically. Everyone around him stood still and listened, as if... he had cast a holding spell on him with a wave of his fingers.

There is a special magic.

As a result, outsiders approached curiously, or left after a few glances from a distance.

The waves caused by the strange scenery in this corner gradually spread, but they did not cause any more commotion.

After all, the most important thing in this huge academy is extraordinary people. There are people who debate economics every day, and there are masters who have learned about ancient and modern times giving wonderful speeches in the open air. .

Besides, there are not many people who are interested in calligraphy or are willing to listen to it, and the audience is very small, and most of them are only slightly curious, and most of this curiosity is still in that new female gentleman who is rumored to be both a calligraphy idiot and a blue idiot. body.

However, people who are in this landscape at this time also have other feelings.

Gu Yiwu gradually came back to his senses, he exhaled lightly, his thick black eyebrows were condensed, he looked at Zhao Rong's figure, and then looked around at the classmates and outsiders who were listening in the same ecstasy as he was just now, A strange thought suddenly flashed in my heart.

In front of me, is it possible for this figure today to stand in front of thousands of Confucian scholars in the academy tomorrow? At that time, like Gu Yiwu and others today, there will be thousands of scholars surrounding and staring at him, It's the gentlemen of the whole courtyard, the chief and deputy chiefs who rarely appear, and this figure is just like the current one, swaying his appeal wantonly...

In the next second, Gu Yiwu shook his head, and looked at the Confucian scholar in front of him with the corner of his mouth raised.

The burly man rubbed his face with his hand and grinned

Dispelled an unrealistic thought.

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