i have a sword fairy

Chapter 272 Still encounter a strange scenery
The next day.

The sky is turning white.

Nanxuan School, Dongli Xiaozhu, North House.

Zhao Rong blew out the lamp that had been lit overnight, stretched out his hand and yawned.

Yesterday afternoon, I had two calligraphy classes, and the last class in the Justice Hall ended with a uniform sound of "taught by Mr. Teach".

After he gave the students in Zhengyi Hall the same homework of writing reading experience as that of Qixing Hall, he returned from the foot of Linlu Mountain. He wanted to rest at night, but he thought of the unofficial history that he brought back, so he couldn't help flipping through it. A night of books.

What makes Zhao Rong feel quite coincidental is that this barnyard official and unofficial history happened to come from the Shanxia Dynasty where the Fangjin Confucian scholar lived. The country name is Nankang. It is a private history book compiled by Zhao. .

However, Zhao Rong kept reading all night with undiminished interest, and what he glimpsed from the Nankang style and the process of dynasty change is quite tortuous and complicated.

Therefore, this should happen to be one of the batch of books sent by the Fangjin Confucian scholars.

At the desk by the window in the north room, Zhao Rong closed the book with the last page open, let out a long breath, and glanced at the white belly in the sky.

This kind of family story written by the folk barnyard officials at the foot of the mountain is hard to put down. Most of the unofficial history is anecdotal and anecdotal stories that the editors have heard or heard. Much more interesting.

Moreover, according to his experience of studying ancient literature in his previous life, the details in the unofficial history are not available in the official history, which is as concise as gold, and has its own great value.

Zhao Rong shook his head with a smile, pondered for a moment, rolled up his sleeves, and at the end of a roll of paper filled with dense and elegant lower script on the table, he added another sentence through the back of the paper:

"Official history may not be all reliable, and unofficial history may not be unsubstantiated. In Gao Jian's choice... I think that this unofficial history is beneficial to the history compilation of Nankang. For reference——Student of Mochi, Zhao Ziyu who is straightforward. '

Cover conclusion.

Close the pen.

He moved his five fingers and nodded, looking satisfied.

"Tsk, if you have this spare time, you might as well practice more and waste some energy on these boring things all day long."

In the heart lake, there is no good air way.

Zhao Rong raised his eyelids.

Last night, Gui seemed to be bored again, so he took the initiative to chat with him, but at that time, Zhao Rong was reading the history and came to the point, so he casually said a few words, and ignored it.

Since returning to the academy, these days have been like this, one after another, he lights up the lamp to read at night.

There is no way, there are too many things to learn, the thirteen classics of Confucianism need to be read carefully, some arts that I didn’t pay attention to before need to be supplemented, and occasionally I can’t help but flip through a few favorite idle books and novels, sometimes thinking about Qingjun When I was young, I would still sit in front of the west window and write poems by the candlelight and the bright moon.

But this kind of life, Zhao Rong thinks it's pretty good.

Chatting and the like, in the previous life, I have been wandering in the news all day long, and I feel that I have finished chatting in the two lifetimes. This feeling of quieting down in the academy and doing his own things is like Hanri nestling in the room, taking a sip Warm wine warms the body.

Moreover, Zhao Rong has always felt that good brothers should stick together all day long. They live their own lives most of the time, and when they miss each other occasionally, they go to each other and talk about some inhumane thoughts.

Therefore, like Gui, who likes to chat with him every night, Zhao Rong feels that something is wrong, so he has to get on board.

Before the desk, Zhao Rong thought for a while and said:

"Gui, the matter of scholars... I really have nothing to talk to you about."

Sword Spirit: "..."

After being quiet for a while, it suddenly smiled and said sincerely:
"Don't, don't, even if there is something to talk about, Mr. Zhao, please don't talk to me. Talk to your book. If you have any questions in the future, ask it."

Zhao Rong reached out and rubbed the center of his brows.

Why is there a feeling that something is getting more and more wrong, and I can still compete with the book...

"That..." He began to speak.

Gui interrupted: "Okay, I won't bother you anymore, take a nap these few days, don't bother me... However, if you are about to be beaten to death, please tell me and let me come out." Let's see which hero is doing what this seat has always wanted to do."

Zhao Rong hesitated, "This... this is not good, it's better not to sleep."

Gui Leng Zhan, "What? I can't bear it, yo, weren't you just a scholar who was obsessed with studying?"

"No." Zhao Rong shook his head, with a worried expression on his face, and said, "The thing you said about the age-old cultivation technique..."

"........."

Gui Mei said in a good mood: "Don't be in a hurry, come and ask me for it when you get to Fuyao."

Zhao Rong was relieved and smiled happily, "Okay."

"You, hum."

Gui took a deep breath and snorted coldly.

Zhao Rong waited for a while, then called it, but there was no more sound, probably asleep.

He shook his head, then tidied up the table, and randomly stuffed the summary of his reading experience and details into the unofficial history book.

Zhao Rong looked at the sky outside and was about to go out. There was no class this morning, and he happened to have an appointment with a certain Rulan-like woman.

He is going to Yilanxuan to drink a cup of hot orchid tea in the morning, a special orchid tea. If there is no accident, he will pulse again in the next two days. After so many days of cultivation, he should recover It's almost there, plus the addition of the fifth cup of Zhengguan Well Water...

Zhao Rong got up, paused for a while, thought for a while, rolled up the finished unofficial history, held it in his hand, and took it away with him.

Anyway, I have finished reading it, and I happened to be on the way when I went to Yilanxuan, so I returned it to the library first, and returned with another book by the way.

In the early morning, Zhao Rong was in a good mood and felt that everything was going well, except that he was able to drink a glass of well water and pulse his pulse after being busy for so many days, which was one step closer to the state of "suppressing" the lady.

There is another reason.

That is, the holiday every ten days is coming again.

Zhao Rong went out briskly, took advantage of brother Teng Ying not getting up early, and 'stolen' some fresh fruits and vegetables, mixed with morning dew and morning light, tasted carefully, all the way to Yilanxuan...

The days in autumn are a bit short, and the sky was just getting brighter before Zhao Rong went out. Now when he arrived outside Yilan Xuan, the sun had already climbed to the middle of the sky, lighting up the world.

Zhao Rong glanced at the familiar couplets neatly pasted on the courtyard door, and fell silent for a while.

Not knowing what to think of, he shook his head with a light smile.

He raised his hand.

dong dong dong ——

Knocking on the door broke the morning tranquility of the secluded courtyard where the orchids are most famous.

Then it was quiet.

Then, the sound of footsteps gradually increased from far to near, from slow to urgent, and finally, the sound of footsteps seemed to stop suddenly at a very close distance.

squeak-

"Who is it?"

Along with the sound of the door opening, there was the familiar crisp sound of a girl.

Zhao Rong hid his hands in his sleeves and looked down.

I saw that the courtyard door had been opened inwards, revealing a small head wearing a blue book cap, but at this moment, the girl in blue had a strange shape, the cap which was wider than the small head was tilted to one side. He was holding the doorknob on the right with one hand, and a small shovel with wet black dirt on it in the other.

If there is another ferocious expression to match this look, then it is likely to be a green forest hero who is about to be robbed...

"……ah……"

At this moment, she seemed to see clearly his early morning visitor, her small mouth was kept slightly open, her movements stopped, and the words that came out of her lips gradually became weaker.

"You, who are you looking for?"

Jing Zi opened her eyes slightly, and subconsciously took a step on her hind legs. She followed Zhao Rong's gaze to look at the flower shovel she was holding, and with a whoosh, quickly hid the shovel behind her back and blinked at him.

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched slightly.

Who to look for?

It must be your husband, maybe he is looking for you, a fluffy girl.

He said softly, "Morning girl, is Mr. Zhu there? I made an appointment with her a few days ago, and I will come to visit today."

"Oh, yes." Jing Zi's expression changed, and she nodded as if smashing garlic, "Your...Young master, please follow me."

Her mood was the same as her expression, she was a little cramped, she didn't think much, she just turned sideways to get out of the way, and after Zhao Rong stepped through the door, she closed the door again, with a small flower shovel hidden in her back, and trotted in front of Zhao Rong, lead the way.

The two walked all the way to the depths of the courtyard.

The stronger the fragrance of the flowers.

It was just the short girl in blue clothes and the slender young Confucian scholar walking in tandem, and there was silence between the two of them for a while.

So the atmosphere is a little awkward.

But yes, if it wasn't for the conflict outside the academy, the two of them would have nothing to talk about, and probably wouldn't be able to get along with each other, so they don't know each other?

After all, the handsomeness of a human man, how can she, a weird little girl, appreciate it...

When Zhao Rong was thinking wildly, he followed Jing Zi and passed the flower garden where Zhu Weirui was writing when Zhao Rong saw her last time.

The two turned to a flower path.

Zhao Rong looked around curiously, the flower path was secluded, the spring water was tinkling, and a few exquisite buildings with carved beams and painted buildings in the distance showed a corner among the forest leaves.

It may be that he noticed his doubts, or it may be that the atmosphere is a bit awkward.

Jing Zi tilted her head and looked at the orchids on both sides of the flower path, and whispered casually: "Mr. is writing in the study, which is not far in front."

Zhao Rong responded with a smile, "I see."

Not long after, the two reached the end of the flower path, Jing Zi twitched her eyebrows, stopped immediately, left the flower path, and walked to a small clump of orchids beside the road.

Zhao Rong also stopped and turned to look.

The girl in blue walked up to a few orchids, squatting down, holding the shovel in her hand, carefully submerging into the soil, stirring lightly, loosening the soil, staring at the soil under the orchids, biting her lip Silent.

After a while, Jingzi breathed out lightly, put away the flower shovel, got up and returned to the flower path, she didn't look at Zhao Rong, she lowered her head slightly, and continued to walk forward, "Sorry for the long wait, the young master will follow me. "

Zhao Rong glanced at her, then looked at a few orchids, "It's all right."

The two continued to move forward. However, after passing by several flower bushes with shrunken petals and flowers, Jingzi's footsteps would slow down slightly, but she still didn't go any further. Instead, she sped up her pace and concentrated on leading Zhao Rong. The little girl kept frowning slightly, looking around, not knowing what she was thinking.

Zhao Rong has been watching this scene from behind. When he passed a certain orchid bush that was not growing well, he thought for a while, and suddenly opened his mouth to the small body leading the way.

"These orchids are aerial roots... Well, that is, the roots that need to be ventilated, more than the air."

Jing Zi paused slightly, but she didn't turn around. She nodded and waved the flower shovel with her hands behind her back.

Zhao Rong looked around, "I don't think it's a problem to work so hard to loosen the soil one by one. The problem still needs to start from the root."

Jing Zi was quiet for a while, looking back, her big black eyes looked at Zhao Rong's expression, she tilted her head slightly.

Zhao Rong smiled, "It's just my humble opinion. The soil in your Yilanxuan is high-quality and full of fertility. It is more than enough to grow some spiritual flowers and plants on the mountain, but the air permeability is not good. It can be grown in other seasons. , it’s okay, it’s just that this dry autumn, this soil... is too stuffy.”

Jingzi looked down at the wet black soil on the shovel, stretched out her hand and scratched her forehead.

"I know, Xiao Lan needs to breathe more... I know the feeling of being stuck in the soil, it's very uncomfortable, um, but now the yard is full of the best soil we can find."

Zhao Rong nodded slightly, then shook his head slightly.

With doubts written on Jing Zi's face, she bit her lip and hesitated for a while, then turned around and saluted

"No need to be too polite." Zhao Rong waved his hand and said directly:
"It's too much to go too far. This Youyoulan herb is a gentleman of flowers that can grow even in empty valleys and dangerous places. Wherever such a good fertilizer is needed, almost any soil will do. Of course, this similar soil is also particular...Why don't you try bamboo roots? What about the mud? The soil is loose and breathable, and can drain water. Although the fertilizer is not high, it is very suitable for this orchid to live in."

Jing Zi let out a light sigh, she tapped the minibus with her finger, her eyes gradually brightened, "You mean... the sandy soil under the bamboo? How did you know about this? You also raised orchids?"

"I read some in some miscellaneous books," Zhao Rong smiled, but he thought of a friend in his previous life who liked to toss flowers and plants. He still remembered that kid saying that the city was too boring, as if he was buried in this kind of soil full of fertilizer. I went to Dashan to support teaching by myself, and the last time I contacted, I heard that I even tossed a garden...

Zhao Rong returned to his senses and said again: "Just now I passed the Zunjing Pavilion and saw a bamboo forest on the right side."

"Master, you know everything, you're amazing," Jing Zi's eyes sparkled, and she looked a little eager to try. The next second, the little girl turned around and pointed to the most central room among several forest buildings not far ahead. Houses with plaques. "

"That's Lanxuan's study room. Mister is inside. You just need to knock on the door before you enter. But Mister may also be obsessed with writing. Just wait a moment. I...I'm going to collect mud, bamboo root mud, bamboo root mud, The rusty soil must be breathable, and there are bamboo leaves piled up to make fertilizer, which should be enough, hey, why didn't I think of it before, how stupid..."

After Jingzi gave an order, she muttered in her mouth.

Zhao Rong was slightly stunned and nodded.

The girl in blue ran away in a hurry, bounced and disappeared on the flower path when she came, and went to find a 'new home' for her sisters.

Zhao Rong looked back and smiled dumbly.

Afterwards, he turned around, walked along the flower path, and continued to walk in the direction Jing Zi had just pointed to.

Not long after, he arrived at the door of Lan Xuan's study. Zhao Rong straightened his clothes and raised his hand to knock on the door.

After a while, no one answered.

He glanced at the door, thought for a while, and in order to avoid the embarrassing scenes of getting out of the bath and changing clothes, he raised his hand and knocked on the door slightly harder.

dong dong dong ——

After a while, there was still no one.

Is this fascinated writing, immersed in it?
To be on the safe side, Zhao Rong turned a corner and went to the west window on the side of the study.

I saw that the west window is open, and there are desks next to the windows of ordinary study rooms, which is a common arrangement.

Zhao Rong didn't have much worries, and looked into the room directly through the propped up casement.

Sure enough, in front of a desk nearby, there was a woman in Confucianism shirt, facing Zhao Rong sideways, bent over to write, with her upper body pressed against the table, her face was full of concentration, and her eyes were staring straight at Zhao Rong. On the copybook on the table, the Qianxisu handwriting that was holding the writing brush went like a dragon.

But... this scene, when Zhao Rong took a few glances at it for the first time, he always felt that something was wrong, and the picture was a little uncoordinated.

Hey, what's wrong, what's not coordinated, what's wrong?
Zhao Rongning took a closer look... In the next second, he was enlightened, but he couldn't move his eyes away. His eyes were attracted by the place where Zhu Yourong's bent upper body and the desk were "sticking". 'Press'!The pressure of Mount Tai.

Mr. Zhu, why do you have more things?

I saw that magnificent scenery that Zhao Rong had never seen before, which existed only in speculation at most, appeared in front of his eyes without a trace of defense, just looking at it felt heavy on the desk.

It's true 'without an iota of defense, without a iota of apprehension, you just show up...'

Still encountered a strange scenery.

For a moment, Zhao Rong's eyes were blank, but his intuition told him that it would be better to sneak away as if nothing happened and saw nothing. Move, praying in my heart 'it won't happen, it won't be such a coincidence'.

But at this moment, God seemed to be against him, coming to whatever he was afraid of, in front of the desk, it seemed that he felt someone's gaze, or was attracted by someone's shadow blocking the light, Zhu Yourong frowned, Suddenly tilt your head.

In an instant, inside and outside the west window, the air between the two became quiet.

"..." Zhao Rong.

"!!!" Zhu Yourong.

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