i have a sword fairy

Chapter 280 Hey Zhu Yourong, You Overwhelmed Me (Thank you brothers for your tickets!!!)

"Hi, Zhu Yourong."

Someone's voice suddenly broke the silence.

"Well, what's the matter?"

In front of the window, the woman turned her head.

"Ah, actually, I think...you shouldn't have left so early." Zhao Rong sighed and shook his head, "Wait until the Confucian Temple sends out the jade ring, together with the title of gentleman, you get it, then shake your sleeves and leave, no okay?"

Zhu Yourong was taken aback for a moment, since she was a good student since she was a child, how could she have thought of such a cunning idea at that time.

She thought for a while, "This, this is not good."

Zhao Rong waved his hand and continued to pass on the experience of 'If you have an advantage, don't take advantage of the bastard'.

"What's so embarrassing about it, you look big... Keke, you look very small, the little girl is too thin-skinned, if it's me, I'll be a good student for a few more days , when you get the title of Jade Jue and the world-renowned gentleman, you can do whatever you want..."

He spoke a little fast, and he missed the first few sentences, but before a woman in Confucian clothes glared at him, he abducted back as if nothing had happened, and then he taught the once good girl in every sense in front of him in a serious manner. Don't learn well'.

Zhu Yourong frowned in a contemplative manner, thought for a while, then shook her head lightly, "Ziyu, I... don't want to owe them too much."

"Hey."

Zhao Rong sighed softly, put down the brush, stretched out his hand, and grabbed Zhu Yourong's reading experience that he had written all night last night.

Rolled into a column, knocked on her small forehead.

"It's so stupid...Stupid, let me tell you, it's really possible that you showed your cards too early, and the timing is not right, Zhu Yourong, think about it..."

He paused slightly, then said seriously:

"When you take over the jade ring, the name of a gentleman will be widely announced, and the name will be passed down to the mountains. At that time, you will throw up your sleeves and leave everything in the Confucian school, and go to travel and write. You said that the gang of old men in the Confucian Temple What is their reaction, um, of course, it must be indispensable to feel as uncomfortable as eating a fly, but you can only pinch your nose to admit it, could it be possible that they will rush forward, bearded and staring to catch you back?"

Zhao Rong raised his hand again, and tapped the head of the prodigal girl in front of him, shaking his head speechlessly.

"You didn't betray the Confucianism, you just took a small way, and you didn't steal, rob, or cheat, but... suddenly you didn't want to do it, and they couldn't do anything about you. At most, they scolded you in private. You can't teach. "

"Moreover, maybe because of the established fact that you are already a gentleman, you are also a rare female gentleman. You are a typical example, which shows that there are no distinctions in our Confucianism, and women can learn Confucianism, etc. Therefore, in order to To avoid some kind of embarrassment of inconsistency..."

Zhu Yourong has been listening quietly, at this moment, she glanced at Zhao Rong.

Under his gaze, he nodded slightly.

Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, and he said speechlessly:
"Maybe I will just acquiesce, or even help you stand on the other side. What is the same as the most holy teacher, even though tens of thousands of people will go there, when the time comes, you will be a typical model again, and you can do whatever you want... the result It's fine now."

He glanced left and right at the quiet study room, and said sincerely: "Zhu Yourong, you are so stupid."

Zhao Rong couldn't hold back his own hand, if his own Qing Jun and Xiao Xiao dared to do such a stupid thing, he would not just hit his head with a paper...

Zhu Yourong didn't dodge Zhao Rong's approaching hand, and took two slaps on her clean forehead.

At this time, her bright eyes slightly narrowed, she raised her head slightly, and looked at Zhao Rong.

Regarding his somewhat long-winded words, there was no sign of trouble on his demure and elegant face.

Zhu Yourong listened quietly, looked at him quietly, saw that he was speechless, and opened his mouth quietly.

"Well, it seems to be a pity."

But having said that, she looked calm.

This scene fell into Zhao Rong's eyes, and he was immediately out of breath.

He opened his mouth to speak, but was suddenly interrupted by the woman in Confucianism shirt in front of him.

"...I wish I could meet Tzuyu sooner."

The tone of Zhu Yourong's voice seemed to rise a bit, Liu looked at Zhao Rong unblinkingly, this look seemed to be a little... a little flattery?

Zhao Rong glanced at her and swallowed the words on his lips.

Zhu Yourong stared at him, with serious eyes, and said: "Actually, I don't want to stay under those gazes at all. Now it's pretty good, and I also met Ziyu."

"Moreover, it's something you don't like, but you have to do it patiently for some benefit."

She shook her head, "I don't want to."

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows. If he said that, then he understood the feelings of the woman in front of him.

Because of the sense of substitution, from the 'fear' of being dominated by the book art class...

"If that's the case, then I understand you very well."

Zhao Rong nodded vigorously.

Zhu Yourong blinked at him
The two looked at each other.

Not in words.

Not long after, Zhao Rong and Zhu Yourong returned to the table and started the 'calligraphy class' again.

"Zhu Yourong, come closer, I will talk to you, and you will pay attention to my brushwork later."

Zhao Rong finished his preparations and said to Zhu Yourong.

The latter nodded slightly and stepped forward.

The two chatted just now, and the relationship seemed to be getting closer, so Zhu Yourong didn't feel too restrained.

Zhao Rong didn't shy away too much, and got together with her, concentrating on writing and paper.

It's just that the breath is the breath of the other party.

Zhao Rong explained the words that Zhu Yourong asked just now, carefully disassembled them, crushed them and explained them in detail.

The latter nodded from time to time, and if there was any doubt between his eyebrows, he would point out.

Finally, the previous question is explained.

The two became quiet, Zhao Rong did not lift his eyelids, and suddenly said:
"Zhu Yourong, I know you are very interested in another font I wrote, but since you have been writing regular script before, I'll teach you how to write regular script first."

"Ah."

"Just look at this word."

Zhao Rong suddenly put pen to paper, sketching freely and flowingly on the paper, the last stroke, with his wrist facing to the right, he took it away with a free and easy stroke like clouds rolling and clouds relaxing.

A total of five paintings form a word on the Hualian paper.

Zhu Yourong tilted her head, looking curiously.

"This is...Yong?"

Zhao Rong put down the brush and wiped his hands with a silk towel. Hearing this, he didn't speak, but tilted his head and looked at her.

Zhu Yourong looked at the words on the paper, his eyebrows gathered slightly, and he became quiet.

Zhao Rong remained silent.

Sudden.

"what."

She stared at the word 'Yong', surprised, and looked up at Zhao Rong.

The latter nodded slightly.

Zhu Yourong smiled brightly.

Stretch out your plain hand, and place an index finger on the wet ink of the word 'Yong', gently flicking it carefully.

The corners of her eyes were bent, and the bottom of her eyes was full of joy and interest.

Muttering softly, "Horizontal and vertical hooks, dots and strokes... The strokes of regular script and the tricks of forming characters are all on this little 'Yong' character..."

Zhu Yourong raised her head suddenly, "Ziyu, what a good stroke!"

Zhao Rong's expression was calm, he looked down at the paper, did not answer her words, just took it one by one, raised his chin, motioned to the paper and said:
"I learned it in that dream. The eight rules of regular script are all in this character. You can write it when you have nothing to do. As long as you work hard to write it well, it should be able to solve the systemic problems I mentioned before. Practice hard. "

No matter how good the calligraphy is, it is only a method. The most important thing in calligraphy is to practice hard, which is the foundation of everything.

"Ok!"

Zhu Yourong nodded vigorously, her starry eyes stared lightly at Zhao Rong, with admiration flowing in her eyes,

Zhao Rong didn't pay attention either, but looked at the characters and thought for a while, then leaned over the table and asked her to take a closer look, and showed Zhu Yourong that he wrote the character 'Yong'.

The days seem to be passing slowly in the autumn morning, in the secluded Yi Lan Xuan.

Lanxuan's study room was quiet. In front of the table, a man and a woman stood very close to each other, half of their bodies were stacked on top of each other. The early sun that broke in from the west window slanted over them, adding a touch of warmth to the deserted room.

The two of them, with four eyes, are all looking at the brush in the man's hand, and the trace of the writing.

Zhao Rong bent over, grasped the wrist of the pen holder, and kept his posture steady. Seeing that Zhu Yourong was silent, he demonstrated the 'Yongzi Bafa' over and over again.

Outside the window, another autumn wind blows into the house, caressing the oval face of the serious-looking Confucian woman.

Also brushed up a few strands of black silk.

Zhu Yourong was facing Zhao Rong sideways, she raised her jade hand and brushed her mischievous black hair behind her ears.

a moment.

Zhu Yourong's eyes suddenly flicked to the right, and from the corner of his vision, he saw that the man beside him seemed to be still concentrating on writing and didn't notice her.

The woman was distracted for a moment, and she couldn't help but look sideways again, secretly looking without turning her head, this time she didn't move away immediately.

in the field of vision.

Under the sun, the thin cheeks of the man next to him were full of concentration, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and the handsome words on the table were reflected in his bright eyes. His right hand holding the pen was slender, and the knuckles of his fingers turned white , the end is penetrating three points...

The distance is so close, Zhu Yourong, who has sensitive five senses, has already smelled the masculine breath on his body.

She cleverly wrinkled her nose and sniffed it quietly, feeling that it was the mixed fragrance of old scrolls, wooden pens and graphite, Zhu Yourong was familiar with these, in addition, there was also a little morning smell in it.

She didn't know exactly what it was, but she just thought it was the morning smell for no reason.

Just like this man whose surname is Zhao Ziyu, the gentle eyes that he often reveals are like the morning sun shining on them at this moment.

It's his taste.

It seems that Zhao Rong didn't notice it.

The woman in Confucian shirt was bolder again, and turned her head to look at the guy next to her. When she hit the head, she looked like a mature guy when her younger brother taught her to write.

Looking at Zhao Rong's profile, Zhu Yourong suddenly felt that when he was concentrating on writing, he was very close, but when he was talking and looking at her, he was a little far away.

Just the next second, his words that were 'very near' suddenly came from 'far away'.

"Hey Zhu Yourong, you've crushed me."

Zhu Yourong: "..."

At this time, because the two of them got too close unknowingly, or were distracted or focused, and didn't pay attention before, as a result... the left forearm of a certain person pressed on the paper, suffered heavy pressure that it shouldn't have, Mount Tai is overwhelmed, or two copies.

next moment.

There seems to be a tacit understanding.

The woman in the Confucian shirt coughed lightly, stood up, straightened her waist, and turned her face away.

The young Confucian scholar moved his left hand, rolled up the sleeve of his right hand again, and continued to write.

That's it.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

The movements of Zhao Rong's hands gradually stopped, he pondered for a while, then raised his head and opened his mouth.

dong dong ——

At this moment, the sound of knocking on the door echoed in the house.

The embarrassing atmosphere disappeared immediately, Zhao Rong and Zhu Yourong just looked at each other, but suddenly, with a creaking sound, the door of Lan Xuan's study was pushed open, and there was a figure outside the door.

It was less than two breaths before the knock on the door ended, and the man pushed the door open without waiting for a response.

The two people in the study were slightly startled, and turned their heads to look.

I saw an old-fashioned woman standing outside the door and saluting.

"Teacher, good morning, brother Zhao... good morning."

Yu Huaijin looked at the two people in the room with a serious expression.

Behind her, suddenly appeared a small head, wearing a crooked book hat, black eyes, like a little fox, looking into the room, eyes suspiciously turning around Zhao Rong and her husband .

Yu Huaijin stepped into the door with a blank expression on his face.

……

About a quarter of an hour later, Zhao Rong left Yi Lanxuan with a few wisps of orchid fragrance in his clothes.

Just after Yu Huaijin's sudden arrival, the atmosphere in the study became normal.

Also serious.

Zhao Rong showed Zhu Yourong a few more characters of 'Yong'.

His eyes hinted at something.

Then, under the watchful eyes of Yu Huaijin and Jingzi, Zhu Yourong made another cup of delicious hot orchid tea for Zhao Rong.

He gulped it down and completed the purpose of this trip, then looked at the side, Yu Huaijin who had been staring at him, quietly glanced at his quiet posture like a thief, shrugged slightly, and took the initiative to leave.

Outside Yi Lanxuan, on a quiet and elegant corridor, Zhao Rong was walking with a scroll in his hand. At a certain moment, he seemed to have thought of something, and he suddenly laughed and shook his head.

Zhao Rong went to Linlu Mountain and walked up the winding corridor. In front of the nine-story dangerous building on the top of the mountain, he handed the Nankang Unofficial History with a stack of manuscripts of his reading experience to a steward outside the building. man of.

When the person in charge who was flipping through the thick paper manuscript looked surprised, Zhao Rong took another idle book outside the building that hadn't entered the building yet.

Subsequently.

He rolled up his sleeves, and returned to Dongli Xiaozhu with the new book and the newly obtained token to enter the building.

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