Squeak————

At the gate of the small courtyard in the east fence, Zhao Rong stretched out his hand to push open the wooden door, swept his eyes, and found that Yu Huaijin, Fan Yushu, and Jia Tengying were all there.

Jia Tengying was cooking on the fire in the small kitchen in the west of the courtyard, and his busy figure could be seen through the window, and the roof of the western kitchen was billowing with green smoke, and Zhao Rong had just seen it from afar.

In Linlu Academy, among the Confucian students, there are many monks, but the ordinary people and "half of the mountain people" who have not reached the Haoran Realm still account for the majority, so the college is in the school building, and there is a kitchen in each small building.

It's just that many of the students like Zhao Rong are from good backgrounds, or they are scholars from powerful families under the mountain, or they are descendants of the wealthy families on the mountain, or their parents are monks on the mountain, who have been clothed and fed since childhood, and are slaves and maids.

Therefore, the kitchen in the small building is also used very little, not to mention those Bigu spiritual objects, if you really want to satisfy some tongue desires, you can go to the academy to eat, in addition to the bookstore and the entertainment store near the academy, the most is the restaurant restaurant.

Moreover, the academy also allows scholars and students to bring a small number of accompanying students into the hospital, if they want anything, they can be sent to do it, Zhao Rong just saw a lot of accompanying students at the door of the Nanxuan Academy, carrying food boxes and wine, in and out.

All those who say that they grow their own vegetables and cook like Brother Tengying, and the zigzag green smoke comes out of the small building, which is also very rare in this Nanxuan Academy.

Then our small building is quite recognizable in the school building......

Zhao Rong didn't know what he thought, nodded slightly, then turned around and closed the courtyard door, turned his head and walked into the courtyard, and walked towards the two people at the stone table.

I saw that Fan Yushu was the same as when he left in the morning, burying his head in the sea of books and struggling hard.

And Yu Huaijin is facing away from Zhao Rong, holding a brush in her hand, and she is writing something, but she is short, standing in front of the stone table and writing, she doesn't have to bow down, just bow her head slightly as she is now.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and walked to the stone table.

Neither Yu Huaijin nor Fan Yushu looked up at him.

Zhao Rong glanced at Fan Yushu, he was looking serious, flipping through a tome from time to time in his left hand, and writing hard in his right hand, looking like he was addicted to learning and couldn't extricate himself.

Zhao Rong frowned, his expression was serious, he stared at this friend, let out a long sigh, and said with emotion, "My generation is a role model, I am ashamed, ashamed." ”

When the words fell, he wanted to move the guqin with a look of remorse, and was ready to hurry up and make up for the shameful evasion of learning before.

Boom –

Fan Yushu, who was bowing his head and fighting hard, couldn't hold back any longer, he slapped the pen on the table, turned his head sharply, and glared angrily.

Zhao Rong pretended to frown, and suddenly relaxed, he winked at Fan Yushu, coughed lightly, and said: "Brother Yushu, don't be affected by my lazy ghost, cough cough, don't read it, you read the book, don't look at me." ”

At this moment, Yu Huaijin, who had been writing with his head down, coughed seriously without raising his head.

Fan Yushu, who was about to get up and fight with the "good brother" who was unrighteous and angry, and was cheap and well-behaved, bowed his head with hatred, grabbed the pen on the table fiercely, and continued to write hard, but the strength of the pen was almost three points.

Seeing that his friend had studied all morning, and still continued to fight with such spirit, Zhao Rong sighed, his expression was even more ashamed, he sighed again, and walked to the side, went to move the piano table, and took paper and pen to draw the word "positive".

However, when he passed by Yu Huaijin on the other side of the stone table, he squinted his eyes slightly curiously and glanced at the rice paper she was writing.

In the next second, Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, this old-fashioned and boring guy was ...... But before he could take a closer look, the rice paper was folded in half in an instant to cover it......

Yu Huaijin was writing with a small face, her expression was extremely focused, and she carefully recalled in her heart that the teacher taught her all the penmanship movements in the morning, as well as the posture and movements of the teacher who had observed.

Yu Huaijin meticulously abided and imitated, every time she put down the pen, she was neat and orderly, but at this time, she seemed to feel someone's peeking gaze, her brows furrowed, and her jade white little hand suddenly flipped over, covering the words.

Zhao Rong blinked.

Yu Huaijin didn't raise her eyes to look at Zhao Rong, she stared at the folded rice paper on the table with her eyes slightly down, and said softly: "Don't be idle anymore, go and practice." ”

Zhao Rong nodded, passed by her, and went to get something, but then he looked back at Yu Huaijin, she was opening the rice paper again, her posture was very solemn, brewing for a while, continuing to put down the pen, focusing on practicing words one by one.

Zhao Rong turned back to the right and pouted slightly, there is your Ah Yu Huaijin, writing a word is so rigid, if this word can be written by you like this, there will be a ghost.

He didn't have the nosy things of being a good teacher, so he moved the objects of practicing the piano and began to work hard to draw the word "zheng......

The sky above the east fence, the autumn sun in the middle sky is gradually setting in the west.

At the gate of Nanxuan Academy, the students who had been relaxing for a day gradually returned, and the night slowly fell.

The hours passed like a white horse, until the moon climbed from the branches to the middle of the sky, and the night was deep.

The fingers of Zhao Rong's right hand trembled slightly, he changed his hand, and handed the paper full of the word "Zheng" to the old-fashioned woman in front of him expressionlessly.

Yu Huaijin took the slightly frowning and put away the homework completed by Fan Yushu and the fifty "positive" words, and then she pursed her lips and glanced at Zhao Rong, thought about it and didn't say anything more.

Yu Huaijin turned around and put away the new ritual array arranged in the courtyard, this new new ritual array with only sound insulation was laid out by her in the afternoon when Zhao Rong practiced the piano, if it were not for this ritual array to stop Zhao Rong's ups and downs of the "melodious piano sound", it is estimated that the students of other small buildings would have lined up to come to Dongli Xiaozhu to visit the door.

And what makes Yu Huaijin feel the most helpless is that fifty "positive" words, the same piano song, two hundred and fifty times "Yilan Cao", Zhao Rong can play a completely different tune every time, it can also be said that there are two hundred and fifty different styles, well, there is no style, this is completely in ......

In the afternoon Fan Yushu serious words, Brother Ziyu's fingering is very good, I and Brother Tengying are far behind, such superb skills, it is estimated that you have to hang rice grains on the seven strings, and put a very energetic chicken on it to be able to do it.

In front of the courtyard gate, Yu Huaijin held his hand and was about to leave, but he just walked for a while, looked back at Zhao Rong again, and stopped talking.

She was silent for a moment, and then, staring into his eyes seriously, said:

"Brother Zhao don't need to be discouraged, the last one just now has been ...... has made a lot of progress, as long as you are serious and persevering, you will always improve, Brother Zhao should not give up easily. ”

Fan Yushu nodded in response, "Yes, yes, Ziyu, don't be in a hurry, practice slowly, we still have plenty of time, after all, according to the current situation, no chicken can surpass you......"

Yu Huaijin frowned, Fan Yushu didn't reply, so he closed his mouth with a strong desire to survive.

Zhao Rong's expression was calm, he glanced at Yu Huaijin's face, which seemed to be forever stiff and couldn't smile, and nodded lightly, "Okay, Senior Hardfish." ”

Yu Huaijin shook his head and didn't make a sound.

She took a step back, clapped her sleeves and saluted, "There are many disturbances today, Brother Zhao, Brother Fan, Brother Tengying, farewell." ”

The four of them saluted outside the door, and then dispersed.

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Zhao Rong went back to the north house, but did not open the door immediately.

He stopped, stood quietly in front of the door with his hands folded, and the sound of the south house closing the door came from behind him, but Zhao Rong still didn't move.

The night was quiet, and in the courtyard, unknown insect chirping came from the vegetable field.

Zhao Rong suddenly raised his hand and looked at the trembling fingers, his brows gathered slightly, feeling the innate vitality in his body that had been moving a little since the morning.

Zhao Rong closed his eyes.

Between the meridians in the body, the "docile" red snake that was quiet in the past is more "irritable" today, and it is becoming more and more intense, as if it is about to turn into a dragon walking the river.

Come to think of it, it has been four days since the last impact on the meridians, and it stands to reason that every time it is impacted, the innate vitality that has weakened has indeed reached the time of recovery, but why is it so special today, it is like taking medicine, and the effect of Qi Nan agarwood is even stronger than the original Qi Nan agarwood.

Now, he is located in the Zhenyi period of the Ascending Heaven Realm, among the eight veins and the twelve canons of the Qi Sutra in his body, only the two veins of Ren and Du have been opened, which is also a sign that Zhao Rong can run Xiao Zhoutian and enter the Zhenyi period.

And if he wants to break through from the Heavenly Ascending Realm to the Fuyao Realm now, he will have to successfully run the Great Zhou Tian.

The big Zhou Tian is to continue to expand a certain meridian on the basis of the small Zhou Tian, and the scope is larger.

How does Big Week work?

Zhao Rong has heard Gui say that the eight veins and canons required by different foundation building exercises are different, and after opening up the Great Zhou Tian, the meridians of the innate vitality are also different.

According to his cultivation of "Ants Ascending to the Heavens", it is necessary to open up all the eight veins of the Qi Sutra.

At present, he is still impacting the third vein in addition to Ren Du's second vein, but he is already choked by this congenitally blocked meridian block, so he can only calm down and spend time slowly grinding it, but now the boiling appearance of this red snake is a good opportunity to break the vein, but it is just ......

Zhao Rong squinted, and then quietly experienced for a moment, observing the scene in his body.

Is it Qingjun's bowl of lotus seed glutinous rice porridge, or Yu Huaijin's guqin that he has played nearly 400 times today......

In the next second, Zhao Rong pushed the door and entered the house.

He didn't immediately start pulsing, but walked to the desk and laid out the paper and ink.

Zhao Rong took a deep breath, and as soon as the pen he lifted fell, the pen walked and the dragon snake wrote with great strength, and after a while, his heart gradually calmed down.

An hour later, Zhao Rong slowly put down his pen,

This little red snake transformed by innate vitality is indeed nothing strange except for its rage, it is a normal sign that it is about to break through the mirror, but I don't know what external object caused it, or is it actually just natural?

He exhaled softly, slowly closed the window, and walked to the open space in the middle of the room, and began to walk the quaint fist pile.

This is Zhao Rong's already proficient "Negative Mountain", and it is also the foundation of his martial arts physique.

Liu Sanbian once told him that it is different from the meditation when he opened up the small Zhoutian, and when he opened the big Zhoutian, it was suitable to cooperate with the pile to cultivate, which could have a better effect, this was the experience of the three change brothers, and Zhao Rong kept it in mind.

He closed his eyes and looked inward, concentrating on guiding the red snake to run according to the big *** gate of "Ants Ascending to the Sky", impacting the meridians.

The eight veins of the Qi Jing are namely, Du, Ren, Chong, Belt, Yin Stilt, Yang Stilt, Yin Dimension, and Yang Dimension.

Now the vein he is impacting is the "Yin Seesaw Vein".

Inside the house, Zhao Rong wore a green coat and walked with a fist.

Riding the dragon upside down, piercing the sword furnace, squeezing the elbow, one step, lazy and tied......

Minutes and seconds passed.

In the body, in Zhao Rong's field of vision, the "Yin Seesaw Vein" is like a dam, and those impurities that congenitally block the meridians are the rocks of this dam.

The red-tongued little snake turned into a monstrous dragon, hitting the dam over and over again......

A certain moment.

Bang—————!

Zhao Rong stopped with his fist, and his eyes suddenly opened.

The "Yin Seesaw Vein" has been broken!

Zhao Rong smiled, looked at the sweat on his body, and turned around to bathe in the water.

After bathing, he thought about blowing up his breath again and impacting other meridians, so he got up and prepared to come again...