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Chapter 8 The Four Houses of Taiqing
There is a curved lake in the Guozijian, as flat as a silver mirror.

Because of its shape like an inkstone platform, it is named Moyan Lake.

There is an ancient pavilion by the lake, and the plaque is called Washing Ink. It is said that it is the pen and ink of today's national teacher.

This lake and this pavilion is a lively place for the students of Guozijian to recite poems and write poems in their spare time.

It's just that now is the teaching time of Guozijian.

There are few tourists by the lake.

But there were two people playing chess in the Ximo Pavilion.

The person holding the sunspot is a middle-aged scholar with a thin face and bright eyes. He squeezes a sunspot in his hand and flips it gently at his fingertips.

The person in charge of the white child is an old man in Chinese clothes, quite rich and focused. He is looking down at the chessboard at the moment, undecided.

The middle-aged scholar suddenly glanced outside the pavilion, and saw a figure striding in his direction not far away.

The visitor was dressed in a green shirt, carried an oil-paper umbrella, and hung black jade on his waist.

The corners of the middle-aged scholar's mouth rose, and he turned his attention back to the chessboard.The overall situation has been set, and Bai Zi is powerless to return to the sky.

The old man in Chinese clothes also seemed to have seen something, but he did not immediately throw the stones and admit defeat, and continued to play the stones on the chessboard, his expression more focused.

Zhao Rong did not find Mr. Fang in the Sixth Hall of the Taixue, so he guessed that he was probably playing chess at the Ximo Pavilion again.

In his memory, Mr. only loved three things in his life: fishing, Go, and sage books.

At this time, seeing that Mr. Fang was really playing a game at the Moxie Pavilion, Zhao Rong smiled knowingly.

Mr. Fang has several chess friends who often play chess, this old man in Chinese clothes is one of them, but Zhao Rong has never spoken to him, and even with Mr. Fang, he rarely speaks.

Zhao Rong leaned his umbrella against the beams and pillars and stepped into the pavilion.

There were people next to them, but the two in the pavilion didn't turn their heads to pay attention, and still played the game.

Zhao Rong didn't take it seriously, obviously he was used to it.

Standing behind Mr. Fang, he glanced at the chessboard.

Mr. Fang's move was very fast, but the old man in Chinese clothing had to ponder for a while before he made his move.

Soon he lost interest and turned his head to admire the lake view outside the pavilion.

He is not interested in Go, he only knows a little bit, and he is a stinky chess basket.

In memory, Mr. Fang really wanted to teach himself Go, but he was the same as himself, and he had no idea about the game, so he only learned a little about it.

Waiting for boredom, Zhao Rong tried to call home a few times in his heart.

It hasn't spoken to him since the last time he made it angry.

After a few silent recitations, Zhao Rong had no choice but to give up when he saw that it did not respond.

I don't know if he is sleeping or ignoring him.

How to be like a child.Zhao Rong complained.

Not long after, on the chessboard in the pavilion, as Mr. Fang dropped the last piece of the coffin, the outcome was decided.

The old man in Chinese clothes threw the white stone in his hand back to the chess jar, his expression as usual.

"Brother Gongming, let it go."

Mr. Fang smiled.After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Zhao Rong beside him, and took a closer look.

"Yes, after getting married, I really matured a lot." Mr. Fang chuckled.

"Sir, you're joking." Zhao Rong replied hurriedly, trying to bring in the role of a student in his memory.

"Ziyu, you came just in time today. I have something good to tell you, Master."

As he spoke, he took out a letter from his pocket.

"A few days ago, the national teacher asked Jijiu to help him send a letter to his younger brother in Linlu Academy. As the teacher knew that you had always been looking forward to 72 Academy, so he asked Jijiu for this job."

"Linlu Academy?"

Hearing the word "Lin Lu", Zhao Rong's eyes lit up.

He knows that there are two Confucian academies in Wangquezhou, Linlu and Siqi, which are well-known in one continent, and are the dream places of scholars at the foot of the mountain, but they do not know where.

However, he remembered the purpose of today's visit, and asked, "Where is the academy?"

"Linlu Academy is in the Dali Dynasty." Mr. Fang paused and added: "Dali is the northernmost of the continent."

Zhao Rong looked disappointed and cupped his hands.

"I'm afraid the students won't be able to go."

"Why is this?"

"Because the students are here to say goodbye to Mr.

"Where are you going?"

"The students are going to go south in a few days and go back to their hometown to visit relatives, but they won't be able to come back in a short time."

Mr. Fang pondered for a while and put away the letter.

The old man in Chinese clothing, who had been sitting on the side before and lowered his head to replay the chess game, looked up at Zhao Rong, then withdrew his gaze and continued to focus on the chess game.

"Are you alone?"

"Just one student."

"when are we leaving?"

"It's just a few days, wait for some chores to be done."

"Then what about your wife?"

"...She has her place and doesn't need students to worry about it."

Mr. Fang nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

He stood up, took out a jade seal that he had prepared for a long time, and handed it to Zhao Rong.

"This is a private seal carved by me. I wanted to give it to you after you got the crown, but now it seems that you may not be able to wait for that time."

Zhao Rong took over the seal. The jade seal was well-made, rigorous in composition, and gentle in gestures. At first glance, the strokes were square and straight, but there was no sign of rigidity.

Zhao Rong accepted it solemnly and bowed deeply.

In the past years in Guozijian, Yuanshen liked Confucianism, but he lacked talent and was slow in thinking. Although he was solid in his studies, he did not stand out among the crowd. But Mr. Fang may have watched him grow up and always regarded him as the reason. The closest disciple is treated.

He was very strict with Zhao Rong in his studies, but he was very kind in private, and the two had a close relationship.

The teacher patted the student on the shoulder with a smile, and said, "When spring comes next year, Mo Zuowei will return."

Zhao Rong nodded and left.

After he walked a long way, he suddenly turned around.

I saw that the teacher was still standing there watching the students.

"You asked me to write a letter just to help that student... chase women?"

Mr. Fang smiled and sat down again, without answering the question of the Great Chu National Teacher beside him.

He started tidying up the chessboard.

"It's been 17 years, what exactly are you waiting for?" the old man in Chinese clothes asked again.

The middle-aged scholar threw the last black piece on the chessboard into the chess pot and said slowly.

"Wait for an 'old friend'."

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Zhao Rong left the Guozijian and was about to go home, but thinking that it was still early, he went shopping in the Confucius Temple.

The Confucius Temple was first built around the Guozijian and became lively. Apart from food, the most popular items were paper, ink, inkstone and copybooks.

Zhao Rong saw a rather large bookstore in front of him, and the business was good, so he walked over there.

He wanted to buy a few copybooks and go back to practice.

"Are you really going?"

Suddenly, the voice of returning sounded in my mind

"Hey, the mute finally spoke?"

"roll!"

Zhao Rong smiled, dispelling some of the melancholy when he just said goodbye to the teacher.

For some reason, he felt very relaxed every time he chatted with Gui.

Maybe it's because it shares weal and woe with itself, and I can speak freely and freely in front of it?
"Gui, do you know the Four Houses of Taiqing? Is this Xianjia sect very powerful?"

He wanted to ask this question yesterday.

"The Four Houses of Taiqing are not Xianjia sects."

Gui sneered and said slowly.

"The Four Houses of Taiqing are the highest cultivation schools in the Xuanhuang realm, and Jiang Taiqing has written it into the supreme law of the human race, "The Law of Emperor Xuandi"."

"All continents have them, and only the group of geniuses with the highest cultivation aptitude in the continent they belong to is recruited. At the age of 16, the Fuyao Realm has been completed, which is one of the minimum standards. Not to mention the standard for graduation from it. There are almost a large number of geniuses in each class. Fusheng cannot graduate smoothly and can only be reduced to an 'abandoned student'."

"You can understand it as an organization established by gathering human resources from all continents, and it does not belong to a certain group or force."

"It only belongs to the entire Xuanhuang people!"

(End of this chapter)