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Chapter 279 Two Bosom Friends (Please Subscribe, Good Brothers!!!)

Sudden.

When Zhao Rong lifted the scroll in his hand again, it fell again in Zhu Yourong's bewilderment.

boom--!
Some dull sounds came from the thick scroll, which was in close contact with her bright and clean forehead exposed by the high temples.

Was attacked again.

The woman in Confucian shirt narrowed her eyes, and the next moment, she grabbed the scroll from Zhao Rong's hand.

Zhao Rong, who was facing her sideways, raised the corner of his mouth, and asked her to take the book without using any force.

Zhu Yourong grabbed the scroll and shook it one foot above Zhao Rong's forehead like a demonstration.

The latter did not dodge.

But in the end, the scroll was still not knocked down to take revenge.

Because he is writing.

Zhu Yourong put down the scroll, propped his chin, looked at him quietly like a cat.

Realizing that the woman next to him had no more text, Zhao Rong raised his head with a slightly surprised expression, glanced at her, and said softly:
"There is no problem with your brushwork. Both the gesture and the stroke are above the standard, but the problem of bad writing still exists. This is likely to be a systemic problem..."

After hearing that her handwriting and pen skills that she had been quite proud of in the past were rated as a passing line by Zhao Rong, it roughly meant that she was so-so.

Zhu Yourong was slightly stunned, and blinked at Zhao Rong, as if there were flowers on his face.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows together, "What's wrong?"

Zhu Yourong shook her head hastily, but her eyes, as if suddenly lit up by someone, stared at Zhao Rong brightly.

The Confucian woman was not frustrated by Zhao Rong's moderate evaluation, which made her fall from the cloud of feeling good about herself.

On the contrary, Zhu Yourong was very happy.

the reason is simple.

She is not afraid of going too far, or even going astray.

Zhu Yourong was afraid that there would be no way ahead, it would be a dead end, so he could only stand still and look at the sky from the bottom of the well.

The man in front of her, who was supposed to be her student, told her bluntly, and his existence also showed this point - the scenery in the distance is unique.

That's enough, interesting people and interesting scenes are what Zhu Yourong is looking for.

At this moment, she suddenly frowned, with some puzzled look in her eyes, "Well, Ziyu, what is...systematic?"

Sometimes some words that Zhao Rong popped out of his mouth made her a little puzzled, and it sounded like a dialect of a certain place.

Is it because I read too little?

Zhao Rong thought for a while, "It's the overall meaning. The phenomenon that you can't write well, it should be that something went wrong in a certain link. It's the same type. After I find it, I will give you specific exercises and try to solve it at once. "

He paused, and then said persuasively, "It's like teaching a man to fish rather than giving him a fish."

Zhu Yourong nodded thoughtfully, and said sternly, "You have been taught, Ziyu."

Immediately, she smiled sweetly, holding the scroll in one bare hand and pressing it on her chest, and resting her chin in the other, her sleeves slipped down, revealing her slender wrists, and the woman in Confucian shirt stretched out an index finger, tapping the dimple on her cheek place.

She narrowed her eyes and stared at Zhao Rong intently, with a bright light in her eyes, "Ziyu, you know so much, where did you read it?"

Zhao Rong, who bowed his head, said casually, "I had a dream at the beginning of the year, and there was everything in the dream. I learned it there."

Zhu Yourong pursed her lips and smiled, she was quiet for a while, her jade lips parted lightly: "Then Ziyu go back and tell me about this dream in detail?"

Zhao Rong paused for a moment, then smiled like a spring breeze, "Of course, but, I have a story, do you have water?"

Zhu Yourong was taken aback for a moment, then came back, shook his head, and wrote some small complaints on his pretty face, "Today there is only enough for a cup of hot tea, this kind of water...you don't know how hard I worked."

Zhao Rong opened his mouth when he heard the words, but he still swallowed what he wanted to ask, "Then... Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Zhu, fetch it for me."

The corners of Zhu Yourong's lips curled up, "It's not hard, by the way, just call me Zhu Yourong, the teacher is too natural, Ziyu tell me about that dream."

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched lightly, you also know the birthmark, why didn't you see you being so close when you hit me?

He glanced at her and changed the subject.

"Wait a little longer, I'll think about the words you asked before, why I broke them up for you, and explain them in a simple and simple way."

"Ah."

Zhu Yourong uttered a nice light muffled nasal voice, seeing this, she didn't ask any more questions.

After that, she glanced at the scroll that Zhao Rong brought in her hand.

He picked it up casually, put his finger between the pages, flipped it lightly, and pinched it with two fingers, and pulled out a not-thin paper manuscript from the book.

The place where Zhu Yourong is familiar with is the densely packed clear and elegant lower script.

"This is... a book that was sent from the mountain, ready to enter the library?" She opened it with a curious tone.

"En." Zhao Rong responded casually, and will return it to the library later.

Zhu Yourong lowered her gaze to this paper, which should be a draft of her reading experience and suggestions for entering the building. She just felt that just touching these small letters with her eyes was a different kind of enjoyment.

Pleasant to the eye.

"Ziyu, the brushwork is clear and vigorous, and the structure is even and steady..."

She nodded and smiled, and said a few words with emotion, then her voice faded, and she read the content silently.

It's just that after half a stick of incense.

The relaxed look on her beautiful face gradually faded, and she opened her eyes slightly to stare at the paper, with some thoughts in her eyes.

"Official history may not all be credible, and unofficial history may not be unfounded..."

Zhu Yourong whispered to her lips, she slowly put down the manuscript she had finished intensively reading, and couldn't help but raise her eyes to look at Zhao Rong.

In fact, it is not recommended to write these foreign books in such a detailed way.

It's not that you can deal with it casually, but it's the library's request, and it's just enough to write down the general situation of the book in detail, fill in some entries, let the recipients at the library understand at a glance, and ensure that there is no prohibited content. For example, anti-Confucianism or heresy speeches will do.

Some other content, even fallacies and heresies, and anti-mainstream remarks that risk the world's disgrace, can be viewed critically and included in the library for future generations to read.

Therefore, most of this matter can be done simply, just read through and flip through.

Zhu Yourong also wrote several times in his spare time before, mainly for the qualifications to enter the building, because the master and the students and scholars are treated equally.

It's just that Zhu Yourong has never seen someone like Zhao Rong before, reviewing every word and writing a long speech.

Moreover, at the end, it also conclusively puts forward a novel statement that "unofficial history can also be used as evidence for history compilation".

It's just a small matter, when it's handed over to him, he treats it so seriously...

Zhu Yourong propped up her chin with one hand, and held up Zhao Rong's manuscript, which she wrote more than ten pages in a profuse manner, her gaze was circling back and forth between the manuscript in hand and Zhao Rong's side face, who was concentrating on writing.

She was quiet for a while, then tightened her hands on some papers she couldn't put it down, tilted her head and said:
"Ziyu likes to read the history books under the mountain?"

Zhao Rong regained his senses slightly, "Ah, what."

Zhu Yourong repeated it again crisply, her tone still curious.

Zhao Rong smiled, "It's okay, take a look at it in your spare time."

He paused and added, "Actually, it's very interesting. If you are tired of writing, you can also read such books. Reading history is wise, learning from the past..."

The young Confucian scholar shook his head and did not continue.

Zhu Yourong asked curiously:
"Can this unofficial history be included in the official volume? A few days ago, Youlan Mansion asked our academy to help compile the volume. I was almost arrested for the historical materials of hundreds of dynasties at the foot of the mountain in the past 3000 years in the continent, but I still In the end, several other gentlemen and the seeds of reading were in charge of this matter, and they connected with the history museum in Youlan Mansion."

She had a thoughtful look on her face, "However, I saw that when they compiled history, most of them only reviewed the official histories from various places, focusing only on the actual records, Ziyu..."

Zhao Rong didn't explain, but suddenly asked: "The new city lord of Youlan Mansion, what is he going to do to write history? It is said that the new official took office three fires, how did he burn it here?"

"Who knows." Zhu Yourong didn't get entangled any more. Hearing the words, he said casually, "Duyou is the largest city of monks in Wangquezhou, and it's in the mysterious and yellow sea corner. This seat..."

Her voice fell, and she paused.

"If in other continents, there is Taizong and the Elector, this lady is just a pissed off daughter-in-law, but in the current Wangque Continent...

I have been walking all the way before, watching Tianya Jiange, rarely intervening in the affairs of the mountain, the northern part of Wangquezhou is better, Jiange is located in Beihai, and there are two big sects to help maintain some order, and the southern part of Wangquezhou , but there is no big power with the right to speak, and there are many dynasties under the mountain, and the chaos is quite obvious. "

Zhu Yourong shook her head, then looked at Zhao Rong who was listening with gusto, she lowered her head and continued flipping through the paper in her hand, but she also continued to talk, but her tone was a little casual.

"Although this is only one of the three small continents, it is still the most remote place in Central Continent in terms of transportation, but after all, it is written word by word in the Supreme Code "Xuandi Law", and it belongs to the inseparable territory of the Xuanhuang human race. It's beyond the reach of the whip, and it must be taken care of, otherwise Zhongzhou will not be able to justify it.
Therefore, the seat of the city lord of Youlan Mansion in Duyou City is very interesting. It is not high but definitely not low. When Tianya Jiange is bound by the laws of the human race, it is the official seat of the human race on and below Wangquezhou Mountain. Take the highest seat. "

The woman in the Confucian shirt chuckled, looked up at Zhao Rong, and said leisurely:
"So the big shots in Central Continent, if the new city lord appointed is not a frustrated person who was defeated in a struggle, exiled, or a family member who came to gild or provide for the elderly, then it is likely to be" Do something, but... compiling the history books of the Yamashita Dynasty within 3000 years? Before, I thought the last possibility was the most likely, but now it seems that it may be the first two."

Zhu Yourong has a strong family background, and traveled to various continents early, with good knowledge, and I don't know how many gentlemen and sages he has met. In the past, he wrote and raised orchids here in Yilanxuan, mostly ignoring external affairs, after all. No matter how big the matter was, it would not affect her, a "stubborn" little girl who had abandoned everything early on.

But now, when she saw the man in front of her curiously wanting to hear, she knew everything and patiently told him everything.

Zhao Rong's vision is not low, but after all, he has never left Wangque Island, so he knows little about the outside world, and this happens to be understood by Zhu Yourong.

Seeing his patient listening and interested expression, she brows and eyes are cheerful.

At this time, as soon as Zhu Yourong finished speaking, seeing Zhao Rong's eyes closed, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, and she seemed to be smiling but didn't say anything later.

Zhao Rong looked up at her, nodded slightly, then continued to write with his wide sleeves rolled up.

The two have a tacit understanding, some things don't need to be said all, everything is kept silent.

Zhao Rong raised his eyelids slightly.

What is the composition of the new city lord? It should be fine, and it is said that he is an ordinary mortal with a lifespan of no more than two Jiazi.

Therefore, it is likely to be the same as when Zhao Rong was in the music class... a mess.

But you can't do nothing, Zhao Rong will take a piece of Zhangqin in his hand and play casually in calligraphy class, although Niu probably doesn't want to listen.

And this new city lord, who was said to be surnamed Li, sent someone to study history, and he played a piano with him, and the nature was estimated to be similar.

Therefore, the big figures of the human race above can't say that this City Lord Li didn't do anything in the future, he also did something.

What's more, in name, it is quite nice to give many dynasties under the mountain the name of unified history revision, which can make good friends with hundreds of organizations such as Linlu Academy, Mohist Academy, etc., and give Duyou City and even the entire Wangque Continent Local powers such as the nobles of the immortal family on the mountain and the royal family of the dynasty at the foot of the mountain sent out some friendly signals.

The newly sent Duyou city lord from above was originally watched by the whole continent, but it turned out that he was only a history editor with a lot of thunder and rain, and he was only in charge of the affairs of the dynasties below the mountain... Then it will be fine, and everyone knows what to do.

What?Do you dare to say that the compilation of history in Youlan Mansion is idle?Fart your mother.

This is obviously a major event of 'Gong is in the present, benefit in the future', I really don't have any awareness... Therefore, everyone will cooperate with Li Chengzhu.

At the table, Zhao Rong pursed his lips lightly, not being a curious baby anymore.

Zhu Yourong also put this matter behind her, she lowered her head and stared at Zhao Rong's serious lowercase writing, her crescent eyebrows slightly frowned.

At this moment, someone suddenly said:
"Next time, next time I will write a special copy for you. This time, I will hand over this manuscript to the library and get a pass to study on the fourth floor."

Zhu Yourong's face was a bit pained, but she still nodded obediently.

At this time, someone suddenly cleared his throat, "Well, that, Mr. Zhu, tell me, my handwriting is so good, will one day, after getting up and writing a word, swish, I will be sanctified immediately?" , soaring in the daytime?"

Zhu Yourong's expression froze for a moment, and he looked at Zhao Rong, who had a somewhat proud and stinking tone.

She tilted her head and said with a sweet smile:

"Of course, of course. When the time comes, Ziyu and the little girl will fly up together. Let me see how big your breath is. You can blow us away without magic."

Zhao Rong showed a look of embarrassment, and his tone was hesitant, "Mr. Zhu's tiger body, if you want to blow it up, it's not easy to visually detect it."

"........."

Zhu Yourong gritted her teeth, "You want to be beaten!"

The two laughed and teased a few words, then fell silent again.

However, not long after, Zhu Yourong glanced at Zhao Rong again, and said softly:

"Except for the unique poems, it is almost impossible to be directly recognized by the laws of heaven and earth in those few places where you can prove the Tao... Ziyu, please give me the best words you have written later, and we will Prepare one copy each, put them together,
I will fight for it, and I will hand it over to fellow students from the academy who regularly go to Jixia Academy to send articles and academic theories, and take them all to Jixia for a try, to see if they can... be proved by the induction of heaven and earth. "

The woman in the Confucian shirt looked sideways, staring at the sky, her eyes showing hope.

Seeing her in a daze, Zhao Rong didn't bother her. Although Zhu Yourong said that he wrote for pure liking, who doesn't want the things he likes to be more meaningful...

He glanced at the distant sky, there were white clouds, and the returning swan geese.

It is the holy place for scholars from all over the world, Jixia Academy.

Zhao Rong pondered for a while, then remembered what Zeng Wenruo had said to him, and his expression was somewhat clear.

Jixia Academy is the most famous place in the world to prove the Tao, so scholars and monks from all over the world will try to bring their own articles, theories, and Daoist speeches to Jixia Academy, hoping to be accepted by that world. admit.

If it resonates with that side of the world.

Then not only is the reputation far and wide, but also a great gift.

Just like the "theory of body and function as one source" proposed by Zhao Rong in the debate on Confucianism and Taoism in Zhongnan Kingdom, according to Lin Wenruo and Mr. Yan, after writing it down, it can be sent to Jixia Academy. A great gift.

It's just that Gui doesn't suggest that he do this right away, not to mention whether Zhao Rong's 'little bottle' can hold the surging spiritual energy, even if he survives, he can't hold much at the moment, it's all a waste.

However, it is possible to send academic papers first.

Listen to what I said, when the articles that can get the response of the world are sent by Hongyan, above the sea of ​​clouds in Jixia Academy, there will be a group of brilliant Hongguang, who has no master but only recognizes one person in the world. Parade for nine days, waiting for the first proposer, and go to induction to receive...

There are big and small, different kinds of gorgeous Hongguang, but throughout the ages, there are not a few Hongguang that have been accumulated on the nine days of Jixia Academy, and no one has recognized them.

Therefore, the spectacle of the white rainbow penetrating the sun and the auspicious appearance of the colorful auspicious clouds are also a scene of Jixia Academy. Especially the former, I don’t know who even abandoned the gift of the great law of the white rainbow penetrating the sun, and did not take it. , so that future generations can look up and sigh with emotion...

As soon as Jixia Academy was mentioned, the two Confucianists in Lanxuan's study became quiet, each with their own aspirations.

Because just some rumors spread there, it became the number one romantic in the world in the hearts of scholars outside.

But, after a while, the silence was broken again.

Zhao Rong shook his head, shaking off these distracting thoughts.

There is no rush to send academic papers to Jixia Academy, not just return, even Mr. Yan told him to wait, don't be too handsome for the time being.

Zhao Rong glanced at Zhu Yourong, she was standing pretty by the window, looking westward with a beautifully curved face.

"Zhu Yourong, do you think my current handwriting is good?"

The woman in the Confucian shirt narrowed her eyes, and said again: "Does Ziyu want to listen to the truth, or lie?"

Zhao Rong thought for a while, "It's a lie."

Zhu Yourong nodded, "You can enter the Tao."

Zhao Rong understood and sighed slightly.

Not to himself, because Zhao Rong had clearly said before that he was pessimistic about this so-called calligraphy.

the reason is simple.

He didn't believe that in this world with a history of tens of thousands of years, the predecessors were all incompetent.

There is no way for them to walk, where is it so easy to walk.

Zhao Rong is good at the calligraphy of "previous life in dreams", but it doesn't mean that if you take it out in this world, you will immediately enter the Tao and become a holy existence.

It can only be said that whether it is calligraphy or poetry in the previous life, it is better than the cultural differences between the two worlds. It is not certain which of the two worlds is better.

So Zhao Rong didn't hold much hope in this matter, this sigh was for the woman in front of him.

"Actually," Zhao Rong said suddenly, "I don't understand...the things you did before you came to the academy."

Zhu Yourong's breathing was slightly suffocated, her eyebrows were lowered, she didn't dare to look at the man in front of her, her eyes dimmed slightly.

Immediately, in an instant, she twitched the corners of her lips, trying to put together a smile.

Zhao Rong paused, stared into her eyes, and said word by word with a serious expression: "But...Zhu Yourong, I support you."

"You, don't give up." He turned his eyes away and looked elsewhere, but his voice came out again, "If there is anything you need to help, you can tell me."

Zhu Yourong's expression was startled.

Looking at Zhao Rong.

Suddenly, she also turned her head, looked away, and cast her eyes on the scenery outside the window.

Suddenly a wind blew up, she combed her temples, and a few strands of her black hair were blown down.

The woman has a slender neck and lowered her head.

"Ah."

In Lanxuan's study room, the west window was blown by the wind, and the sun was just right.

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