"Teacher, or I'd better choose the scriptures and Confucianism directly, I think it's good to follow the teacher and you learn this, don't think about it anymore......"

Zhao Rong glanced at Mr. Yan's expression and hesitated slightly.

Yan frowned, "No, haven't you listened to what I just told you?"

Zhao Rong's tone was helpless, "The students listened to it, but they all knew about other arts, and they felt that it was quite suitable for them to choose the way of scripture and righteousness, and they should have no regrets in the future." ”

In fact, the six arts of Confucianism, the art of scripture and righteousness, the art of poetry, the art of etiquette, the art of music, the art of chess, and the art of painting...... Well, let's add an ethereal calligraphy, Zhao Rong thinks that the most suitable for him is Jingyiyi.

Jingyi, or Jingye, is the study of Confucian scriptures, which requires down-to-earth learning.

It is known as the two major arts of Confucianism and poetry, but it is actually more important than the latter, and among the Confucians in the world, there are the most people who take this road, whether it is a scholar or a gentleman and a sage.

Because Jingyi is the most fundamental road of Confucianism, the easy-to-understand saying is "to continue learning for the sake of the saints".

And Zhao Rong carefully weighed the knowledge about Confucianism that he had learned in his previous life, and still felt that Jingyi Confucianism and Taoism were the most suitable for him.

He also thought about Shifu, but he still felt that if he had to choose one of the two, it would be Jingyi.

As for the other arts, Confucianism and Taoism, they are either too small or have never been involved.

Yan Jidao was silent for a moment and shook his head, "No, you have to go to all the art classes this year, and the specific decision will be made in a year." ”

"Teacher ......"

"Hugh will mention it again. ”

Zhao Rong paused, looked at Mr. Yan's serious expression, and pursed his lips.

His eyes narrowed and he said, "Got it, teacher." ”

Yan Jidao's brows were still not relaxed, with a look of worry, and he said in a deep voice: "Ziyu, you can't be careless in other arts, the academy has set up so many arts for new students, not only the meaning of screening, but also some deeper meanings." ”

He stared at Zhao Rong, who was speechless, and said in a serious tone: "After returning to the academy, the old man will pay attention to the assessment results of your seven arts on weekdays, and ask your gentlemen of art, Ziyu, you must be qualified." ”

Zhao Rong's eyebrows raised slightly, and when he saw this, he had to raise his eyes and nod, and saluted Yan Jidao, "The student understands." ”

It's just that although he talks about it, he still has some thoughts of his own in his heart......

Yan touched his beard and nodded, "That's very good." ”

Under the maple tree, the atmosphere between the two was a little serious for a while.

Zhao Rong coughed lightly, spoke again, deviated from the topic, and asked Yan a few questions about learning.

Not much.

Zhao Rong was almost done watching and learning on the side, so he stepped forward to help and cut the maple tree with Yan Jidao.

The autumn day is warm, the morning breeze is cool, and under the mangrove trees, the two are chatting while picking leaves.

Talk about reading, gardening, and poetry.

Even Zhao Rong listened to Yan with relish and talked about the importance of the sowing depth of winter wheat in ordinary farmers under the mountain.

Gradually, the two talked about everything.

Yan Jidao may be because he has been a teacher for many years, and the chat inevitably inadvertently brings a didactic tone.

But Zhao Rong didn't get bored and listened attentively.

As the morning passed imperceptibly, the autumn sun crept up, and the trees were gradually covered with maple leaves.

Outside the gate of the small courtyard of the maple forest.

Li Jinshu, who had been standing quietly on duty, couldn't help but look back at the door at a certain moment.

From a distance, a pair of teachers and students are picking red leaves under a lush and towering maple tree, smiling from time to time......

"Teacher, is the student's cultivation too low? and...... The cultivation qualifications are not very good. ”

The air was quiet for a moment.

"Who said that, Ziyu, you are very good now, the level of cultivation is not so important for aspiring men, not long ago, the new city lord who was sent to Duyou City by Zhongzhou is not also an ordinary man who has no cultivation, a huge Youlan Mansion, managing millions of monks and mortals up and down Duyou City, and even dispatching the Sword Pavilion Seventh Realm Sword Immortal, such authority, can't he still be firmly controlled by him as a mortal. ”

"But the teacher ......"

"Ziyu, you must not be presumptuous, the Ascending Heaven Realm Zhenyi Period, you have already surpassed many peers in the academy, you are content and happy, you don't have to compare with those students who are born with good cultivation qualifications, you also have your ......"

"Ahem, no, teacher, I just want to ask, do you have any panacea that can quickly practice and improve the realm, give me one to the student. Zhao Rong scratched his head, his tone was a little embarrassed, "I really don't have it, the elixir that can make me break through the Heavenly Realm faster is fine." ”

Yan Jidao: "............"

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In the end, Zhao Rong still didn't get any "panacea" that could make the realm swish.

At that time, Mr. Yan had a straight face, his facial muscles twitched one by one, he pursed his mouth and squeezed out a "no", and soon asked Zhao Rong to get out.

Zhao Rong said goodbye to the senior brother and left the Fenglin courtyard.

Looking up at the sun, it was almost noon, he stepped forward, he wanted to go to Xiaoyao Mansion to pick up Qingjun, but as soon as he took a few steps, he suddenly stopped, and secretly said that it was dangerous, so he turned around and changed his way, and returned to the courtyard where he lived.

Zhao Rong entered the house, sandwiched the letter that I don't know if it had been smoked by incense or had been kept somewhere by Mr. Zhu for a long time, so that it was fragrant and refreshing, in a miscellaneous book that he didn't like to read, and turned around to change into clean clothes.

He lowered his head and sniffed left and right, nodded with satisfaction, and then Xun Qingjun, who was in a sunny mood, went.

In the next two days, although Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei had already married, they were like lovers who had just fallen in love, they were tired of being together all the time, and they must be clasped with their fingers when they walked, and sometimes there was no one, and Zhao Lingfei would gently hug Zhao Rong's arm.

During the day, Concubine Zhao Ling accompanied Zhao Rong to Mr. Yan's class.

After class, the two of them joined hands in the four mansions of Taiqing to enjoy the mountains and rivers, looking for seclusion and enjoying the maple.

I don't know how many strange eyes I received along the way, but they didn't pay attention to it.

The two seem to have regained their childhood childlike interest, but they have rekindled their interest in flowers, plants, trees, stones, and stones.

Zhao Rong took Concubine Zhao Ling up and down the mountain and ran down, not knowing the boredom.

Sometimes even if you don't speak, just leaning together to bask in the sun feels like it's another kind of fun - feeling the real existence of the other person next to you, and guessing each other's thoughts with your back, you feel that it is the first pleasure in the world.

How can it be boring.

And in the past two days, there seems to be a faint tacit understanding between the two.

None of them asked anything about each other's practice.

Concubine Zhao Ling didn't know that Zhao Rong was in the Heavenly Realm.

Not a word.

Zhao Rong also pretended to be stupid with the lady, but he was a little thinking about the broken sword heart that she had never revealed to him.

Zhao Rong was a little distressed.

And so on and so forth, until the evening of the third day.

Zhao Rong and Concubine Zhao Ling held hands and walked on the way back to Nanci Jingshe.

The slanting sun dragged the shadows of the two of them long.

Their pace is very slow, very slow.

Because they both know that tomorrow they will be separated temporarily.

Zhao Rong will return to Linlu Academy with Mr. Yan early tomorrow morning with his senior brothers.

Although Lin Lu Academy is not too far away from the Taiqing Four Mansions, it is no longer as convenient as it is now......