i have a sword fairy

Chapter 286 So Many Days Every Month
In the middle of the night, the moon and stars are scarce.

Nanxuan Academy is located under the green hill, a row of various continuous buildings, quietly hidden in the darkness.

The new brilliance of the autumn moon falls, and the misty light spreads in the quiet courtyards everywhere.

Looking from the sky to the world, there are occasionally a few orange candles in the school.

The warm candlelight and the deserted moonlight are mixed together, and the junction between the two is vaguely blurred, as if it is about to melt into the night.

And somewhere, in the yard that was renamed Dongli Xiaozhu not long ago.

There is also a student house, which is one of them.

The north room is the same as usual every night, the lights in the windows are still on.

Inside the half-covered paper window with orange light, there are stacks of paper manuscripts and mountains of books piled up in front of the table.

A young Confucian scholar with black hair tied up casually was resting on the table with one elbow, pointing at the back of his hand, resting his head on his head, and quietly closed his eyes.

The body shakes slightly from time to time.

Beside the other hand spread out on the table, there are a few yellow apricot leaves, on which some words and sentences seem to be written, lying quietly on the table.

A candle on the table cast the shadows of the man and the objects on the desk onto the wall.

Suddenly, the shadows swayed one after another, and it was the orange fire dancing.

Disturbed by a gust of autumn wind blowing outside the window.

The lights and shadows in the room intertwine.

In an instant, Zhao Rong opened his eyes, put down his hands, and leaned back.

He stared blankly at the cluttered desk, his eyes swept over the maple leaves, and then turned his head to look at the casement that slipped into the cool breeze.

Zhao Rong's eyes were as bright as stars, as if lighting up the dim orange room.

It's just that there was still some lazy sleepiness in his eyes, and he was in a trance.

Zhao Rong shook his head and got up, closed the window, returned to the table and sat down again, rubbing his face vigorously with both hands.

He almost fell asleep again just now.

I don't know if it's because I've worked too hard these few days. When the people are quiet late at night, I always feel a little sleepy.

Yesterday afternoon, after assigning homework to the students in the willful class and announcing the remedial lessons that had been planned long ago, Zhao Rong returned leisurely.

At night, he attacked the eight extraordinary meridians again.

Five strange veins have been successfully broken before, and now there are three remaining, namely the Yang Wei Meridian, the Yin Wei Meridian, and the Chong Meridian.

With the stamina of the fifth cup of Zhengguan well water he drank from Zhu Yourong in the past few days, he has been hitting the 'pulse' in the past few days, and the results have been remarkable.

The progress tonight is also good. Even if the little red snake has not succeeded in transforming into a dragon, the power of the effect is not comparable to before.

A breakthrough is imminent at the grand pass in the 'Chongmai'.

However, Zhao Rong also learned from the previous experience, and did not come in a hurry, but proceeded in stages, and spent a few nights working steadily.

Therefore, after completing the progress of the day, he stopped in moderation.

The lesson of being too hasty last time is still vivid in my mind, if something goes wrong again, who knows if I can still hear that strange sound of the piano in my dream, otherwise it will be a big loss.

According to the current progress, keep going like this, and drink a few cups of Zhengguan well water halfway, Zhao Rong is sure to be promoted to Fuyao before the Mid-Autumn Festival...

In the house at this time.

Zhao Rong looked at the shaking orange fire and frowned slightly.

The sign that he was about to fall asleep just now made him secretly vigilant.

According to Zhao Rong's experience since he practiced mountaineering, it is normal for people on the mountain at this level to not be sleepy for most of the ten days. Meditation means rest, and they are full of energy the next day.

I haven't practiced too much recently, and I don't feel tired during the day.

It's just what happened to the sleepiness just now, it seems that I have dreamed something vaguely, it seems to be some pictures full of ink lines, black and white intertwined... But I haven't seen more, and I have figured it out, and I was caught by the cool wind. woke up.

Zhao Rong rubbed his face, muttered a few words, and shook his head.

In the past few days, I have to be more careful about the pulse.

However, today is the rest day again.

He didn't know what to think of, he smiled, and then stretched out his hand.

There were piles of paper manuscripts on the table with different handwritings. Zhao Rong continued to take a copy, read it carefully under the orange light, and picked up the ink pen to make corrections.

These are the homework of the students of Justice Hall and Willful Hall.

In the candlelight, Zhao Rong lowered his head, stopped writing in his hands, and focused his profile.

Just write and write.

He frowns and loosens from time to time.

From time to time, he nodded slightly and made a stroke with his wrist.

From time to time, the eyebrows are raised, the corners of the mouth are raised, and the movements of writing are lighter.

However, sometimes, Zhao Rong couldn't help but spread out a piece of rice paper with both hands, stare at it carefully, frown and inhale, and then make a gesture to tear off the words that look like dirty eyes.

However, after resisting the urge, I felt bad for a while.

He would get up and walk around the house a few times, bowing his head and thinking about something.

Then I went back to the table, picked up the words "I want his old life" again, read it again from the beginning to the end, picked up the pen, and wrote it with concentration, asking the owner of the words how to improve the comments.

These are the things that Zhao Rong has done every night since he became a teaching assistant in the calligraphy class of two schools, but these days are more frequent because the big exam is coming soon.

Although the book art class during the day is "happy education", I take the students from two classes to play around.

But just like what he said frankly with Gu Yiwu before, the essence of calligraphy lies in 'comprehension' and 'engineering'.

Both are indispensable.

On weekdays, the class is for them to "comprehend", and the homework assigned to the students after class is "engineering", so that they practice hard.

Moreover, although Zhao Rong seldom talks about the mysteries of brushwork in class.

However, Zhao Rong carefully annotated every homework handed in by the students with a Chinese ink pen.

Moreover, according to the different situations of each student, he pointed out the maze in the comments of each homework, circled the deficiencies,

Sometimes I even took the trouble to write thousands of words of improvement suggestions.

It can also be regarded as teaching students in accordance with their aptitude.

And the work behind these classes has already taken up most of Zhao Rong's after-class time.

This is also one of the reasons why the impact on the "impulse" has to be completed in stages for several days.

As for the effect of his all-night 'work'.

Zhao Rong sighed lightly.

The effect at the Hall of Justice is quite good, but here at the Hall of Willfulness...

It's not that there are more words that caught his eye in the former school than in the latter school.

It means that the progress of the students in the Justice Hall is faster than that of the students in the Sex Hall.

From the current point of view, the overall calligraphy of Zhixingtang is better.

Among them, Zhao Rong also found that there were quite a few classmates who really wrote well.

For example, Li Xueyou.

Zhao Rong admired the delicate and elegant calligraphy.

And some of the instructions in the comments, she should have read them carefully after she got them, and made progress every time.

Zhao Rong only felt that the writing was like a person, elegant and delicate...

For example, Yu Huaijin.

Although the calligrapher is too strong, but the foundation is really excellent, and he has learned a lot of Zhu Yourong's calligraphy.

There is no less hard training, but there are not too many problems in engineering.

If you can add some spirituality, that is, 'understanding', that would be even better.

It is no less than the finishing touch, but this is the most difficult part.

Zhao Rong felt that his words were like a person.

It's very 'Yu Huaijin' to be rigid and persistent...

Another example...Fan Yushu.

When Zhao Rong first met him, he discovered that this seemingly unreliable friend could also write handsome cursive script.

Fan Yushu's handwriting is quite chic and elegant, but also somewhat regular.

The pen is exquisite, but it is free and unrestrained within the law, which has the meaning of "cursive".

I don't know how this guy who doesn't even bother to copy his homework on weekdays got it.

Could it be that brother Yushu still has an unknown history of struggle?

Still a treasure boy.

As for whether it is the same as writing a love letter, it was practiced for that Miss Ye.

Zhao Rong felt that this possibility was quite low.

Because calligraphy, especially this good cursive script, is different from the well-behaved regular script, it needs to be practiced every day, and it is difficult to achieve it quickly
And as far as he knew, brother Yushu and that Miss Ye seemed to have a good relationship in the past.

Similar to him and Qingjun before, the kind of childhood sweetheart.

The gradual estrangement between the two seems to have only happened in recent years.

That's why he was a little surprised.

However, Zhao Rong remembered that Fan Yushu seemed to mention that when he was drinking, his family's thatched shop had a big business on Wangquezhou Mountain, so...family style?
Zhao Rong shook his head lightly, thinking that he would ask Fan Yushu another day if he had a chance.

As for the words of the other students in the willful hall.

Brother Teng Ying and another introverted student in the hall who was said to be doing well academically, both of them can write well, and hard work after class must be indispensable.

Well, also, the handwriting written by Wu Peiliang's book boy is also quite good...

It should be a book boy, Zhao Rong thought.

Especially after he corrected the comments again and again and sent them down, until recently, the handed-in words are getting better and better...

This made Zhao Rong want to meet the book boy of Wu Peiliang's family...

In front of the desk, Zhao Rong laughed.

After a while, he continued to bury his head on the table, focusing on correcting the homework of the students in the Justice Hall.

Therefore, Zhao Rong felt that on the whole, the calligraphy of the students of the Willful Hall was better than that of the Zhengyi Hall.

But except for the few people who flashed through his mind just now, they are making rapid progress.

The progress of the candid hall as a whole is not as fast as that of the righteous hall.

And decide these.

It is attitude.

Night, quietly flowing.

All sounds are silent.

In Dongli Xiaozhu North House, the young Confucian scholar in front of the desk bowed his head and wrote quickly.

The height of the pile of desk paper and manuscripts gradually decreased, and the mountain of books was 'moved' to another place one by one.

A hand with ink stains on the back of the lamp held the scissors and cut off the candle wick again and again.

The young Confucian scholar immersed himself in writing, but occasionally he would fetch a certain apricot leaf after correcting a copy.

Quiet for a moment, and gently wrote on it some words to some old friends from far away.

Sometimes, he would slowly stop the pen in his hand and go to the window.

He raised his hand to support the window and raised his head slightly.

Quietly watching the bright moon gradually slanting to the west.

I don't know who I am thinking about.

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Today seems to be a little different from the past.

In the past, the quiet morning was filled with some holiday-specific vitality today.

Lin Lu Academy became lively early in the morning.

On the main road, beside the trees, and in front of the mansion, the flow of people gradually increased.

It's just that the Mochi Academy in the southeast corner, the Willful Academy, is not like this.

In the early morning, the students of the Willful School gathered together.

Different from the hustle and bustle of other places on the holiday, the hall was full of students, and there was no sound.

Zhao Rong, who had arrived early and was waiting, stood on the podium.

With a calm expression, he tapped on the table with two fingers rhythmically, quietly looking at the students below.

Yu Huaijin was collecting the homework assigned yesterday during the banquet.

Except for Jia Tengying and other students who are usually honest and hardworking, most of the other students in the reckless hall are sullen.

It's just that among the students, there are not many who look tired.

These tired-looking students included Li Xueyou. She raised her sore wrist and while rubbing it, she handed Senior Yu the 'a little homework' that someone had in her mouth.

A 'yong' word, a thousand times.

Completed overnight, a little rushed.

Especially for serious writers.

It is easier to fool people who write casually.

Of course, there are also some students with cultivation bases who can write a thousand words seriously and still look as usual, but they are only a minority.

Zhao Rong had a calm expression, but he was quietly paying attention to the expressions of everyone in the audience.

Many things, he has already understood before he saw the homework handed in.

It's just that after Zhao Rong observed it, he was a little pessimistic.

In addition to estimating the effect of completing this homework.

He also found that most of these willful students in the audience looked unhappy,
You don't need to think about it, it should be because of today's make-up class.

Zhao Rong noticed some 'dangerous' sights.

Feeling a little embarrassed.

After all, even if the young dragon slayer becomes an evil dragon, he has to go through a process of adaptation, right?
For the first time, he gave the students make-up lessons on a holiday, and he also suffered a little bit of conscience.

Thinking about explaining something like 'I'm doing it for your own good'.

Or give some encouragement, give them some blood or something, and ease the atmosphere in the school.

By the way, Senior Yu, you lead the reckless hall to meet the mid-month exam, don't you have a slogan or something, or sir, I will give you the whole thing?
Zhao Rong couldn't help but glance at Yu Huaijin.

As usual, she still had a straight face, but she hadn't said a word since she entered the door just now.

I don't know this Senior Yu, because today is a special day - there are so many days in every month.

Well, it's a holiday.

Or because I wanted to make up lessons for him, but he made up the lessons...

However, when Zhao Rong thought of the 'attitude' problem he discovered when correcting his willful homework in the past few days.

He pursed his lips, and suddenly said:
"From today until the mid-month exam, we will take the book art class in a different way. I won't take you out for a trip anymore. Let's just stay in the school and practice calligraphy, and focus on engineering. I will accompany you and watch from the side..."

Straightforward students, you look at me, and I look at you.

Exchange glances.

Wu Peiliang pursed his lips and shook his head, it would have been better if you couldn't have taught me this way, wasting so much time.

As a result, the exam is about to take place now...it feels the same with you or without you.

However, although many students thought this way, they felt that Zhao Rong was hiding the secret technique of how to write good characters before, fearing that they would be learned, so he took them around.

However, when I think about the calligraphy class in the future, I can no longer go out and play like a wind.

Many students were still a little disappointed.

Zhao Rong glanced around, taking in everyone's expressions.

He shook his head slightly, but didn't say anything, turned around and smiled:

"Xuanji, is everyone here?"

Yu Huaijin nodded, and put the collected homework on the long table of the podium.

There was a muffled bang, and there was a thick stack of paper manuscripts.

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes and put it away, he was busy again...

Secretly let out a breath, raised the corners of his mouth, smiled gently, and said to the students:

"Let's go to class then."

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Ronggang wanted to make a move.

All of a sudden, the originally open and bright hall was darkened.

The light was blocked by something in front of the gate.

In the hall, Zhao Rong was startled.

From the corner of my eye, there seemed to be a slender figure there.

Together with the students in the audience, he turned his head to look.

Zhao Rong raised his brows.

It was the only Sima I met in front of the library yesterday, the seed of reading in Linlu Academy.

At the gate, Sima's only sleepy eyes searched the hall.

"Brother Sima!"

The willful student said in surprise.

Sima Duyi nodded slightly, and then, ignoring everyone, he went straight to the seat of Li Xueyou who was slightly stunned.

"Brother Duyi, why are you here?"

The dimpled girl raised her head to look at him, and made a sound of surprise.

"I'm going to visit my uncle today, and I'm here to find you. I just went to your school, and there was no one, so I came here."

Sima Du paused and looked around.

"Isn't it Xiumu today? Why are you still in class?"

Li Xueyou blinked, not knowing how to explain for a moment.

Sima Duyi took a closer look, and noticed the tired look with dimples on her small face, her rubbed wrists, and slightly trembling fingers.

The cold-eyed young man raised his eyelids, as if he had woken up, and said lightly:

"Xueyou, what's going on, who...did it?"

The students in the willful class around turned their heads to look in the direction of the podium.

On the podium, Zhao Rong was watching the back of this unexpected guest.

now.

Sima Duyi suddenly turned his head.

The eyes of the two collided...

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