Yan Jidao's gaze carefully swept over the paper roll.

After a moment, he couldn't help but nod.

This kind of font that he has never seen is really good-looking, majestic, masculine and atmospheric, just looking at it has a refreshing feeling.

It's just that.

Yan Jidao took a closer look, but still didn't see any subtleties in this word.

The characters are beautiful, and he thinks it should be the best calligraphy he has seen over the years, but in Yan Jidao's opinion, this is also the same as all other calligraphy, flashy.

Come to think of it, this is probably also the common dilemma faced by calligraphy today, and it is not like the poetry of the Confucian predecessors, which can be determined by heaven and how to judge its value.

Zhu Weirui, how do you get out of this predicament?

Yan Jidao shook his head, looked at it for a while, and still didn't see the slightest clue to enter the Dao as Zhu Weirui said, he put down Zhao Rong's paper scroll and called the disciples outside the door out loud.

A scholar stepped forward and saluted, "Teacher, what do you command?"

"Go and call your senior brother. ”

The scholar coughed lightly, "Teacher, the senior brother is not here, he was invited today to participate in an elegant gathering organized by the students of the Xiaoyao Mansion, in the Nuanxi Bamboo Garden, or ...... Shall I call him back?"

Yan raised his eyebrows a few times, raised his hand and waved, "Wait, Jinshu went to participate in the Yaji?" This is a rare thing, well, you don't need to call him, you can help me run, go and call your little junior brother Zhao Ziyu." ”

The scholar couldn't help but cough again and arched his hand, "Senior Brother Zhao Ziyu also went to Nuanxi Yaji with Senior Brother in the morning. ”

Yan Dao pondered for a while, "After Jinshu comes back, tell him to come over immediately." ”

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The sun was setting, the sun was setting like blood, and it was already dusk.

Inside the Maple Grove Grounds.

Yan Jidao was standing under a lush maple tree with his hands behind his back, and behind him, Li Jinshu was reporting something with his hands down.

Yan Jidao touched his beard and looked at the half-red maple leaves on the tree, while listening to the words of the eldest disciple behind him.

At a certain moment, his hand stroking his beard suddenly stopped, and after listening to a few more words, Yan turned around a few times, stared at Li Jinshu and said in surprise: "He really won a purple qi from Tao Yuanran?"

He couldn't help but ask again, "Confucianism and Taoism, won the debate against a Taoist gentleman?"

Li Jinshu's words paused, he stared at the teacher's rare surprised expression, carefully recalled the situation at the time, and nodded seriously.

"It should be yes, the purple gas from the east that the little junior brother gave to the junior brother and sister can't be faked, the Taiyi Mansion Liu Fairy who was present at the time recognized it, she had seen exactly the same thing in Mr. Tao, and Mr. Tao was in the house, and she would know this matter as soon as she asked. ”

Yan nodded slowly, stroked his long beard again, and turned to look at the maple tree.

His face was calm, his brows were condensed, he pondered for a while, and said to himself: "Poetry in the realm of falling flowers without self, winning the Taoist gentleman, senior brother, this young man you sent is really ......"

As he was talking, Yan Jidao suddenly raised his hand, picked a half-red maple leaf, pinched the petioles, looked down carefully, and after a while, he looked at the maple leaf in his hand and shook his head, with some regret in his eyes.

Yan said softly: "Jinshu, tomorrow morning, call your little junior brother." ”

After that, he withdrew his gaze from the maple leaf, waved his sleeve and took out an ordinary Confucian scripture, and gently flipped it through, sandwiching this autumn's maple leaf into it.

Behind Yan Jidao, Li Jinshu, who was standing respectfully and quietly, said with a slightly worried expression: "Teacher, the matter on the Yaji is now spreading everywhere in Taiqing Si, I'm afraid that the little junior brother will ...... him."

As he spoke, he stopped, because Li Jinshu saw that the teacher in front of him had nodded lightly.

At this time, a cool breeze is blowing.

Leafy maple trees sway.

The pages of the Confucian scriptures in the hands of the old man under the tree turned with the wind, turning forward, only to see that between the pages, there were maple leaf bookmarks, and the more you turned forward, the redder the maple leaves.

As for the first sandwiched maple leaf, it was as red as blood compared to the new half-red maple leaf that was now added.

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Zhao Rong's clothes were covered with moonlight and returned to the small courtyard where he lived.

When he passed by Fan Yushu's house, he saw that there was no light in it.

Zhao Rong remembered something, stopped and knocked on the door, and waited for a while, but no one answered.

"Haven't you come back yet? ”

He whispered and turned back to the house.

Originally, Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu made an appointment to go to Duyou City today, and with Fan Yushu, the head snake, leading the way, Zhao Rong could also be familiar with the things in the city.

It's just that Zhao Rong was dragged to Nuanxi Yaji by the senior brother.

Fan Yushu said that he had stayed in Taiqing Mansion for too long, so he decided to go to the city to play alone first.

When the two parted in the morning, Fan Yushu specially grabbed Zhao Rong's hand, and asked Zhao Rong to take a good look at Ye Lanzhi on the Yaji for him with an affectionate face, if she had any trouble, she would help.

However, in the afternoon, at the Yaji, Zhao Rong found that he didn't need to help him at all, and there was already a Fusheng who was handsome and only a little worse than Brother Yushu to help Brother Yushu do it for him.

So, Zhao Rong thought about reporting to Brother Yushu and letting him not worry, Miss Ye seemed to be talking and laughing, and she was doing well...... It's just that there is no one in this house now, and I don't know where Fan Yushu went, so I'll talk to him another day.

The next morning.

When the first rays of sunlight shine into the house.

Zhao Rong, who was closing his eyes and breathing, slowly opened his eyes, he looked at the empty room, was quiet for a while, and sighed softly.

At the beginning, Zhao Rong broke through from the Qingxu period to the Zhenyi period, opened up the second pulse of Ren Du, and completed the small Zhou Tian in the body.

Now that he wants to go from the Zhenyi period to the Fuyao Realm, he needs to open up all the other Qi Sutra Eight Veins except for the second vein of Rendu, so that the body can complete the Great Zhou Tian, which is the sign of officially entering the Fuyao Realm.

These days, Zhao Rong has been guiding the "red little snake" in the meridians in his body to impact the eight veins of the Qi meridian.

However, his meridians were naturally blocked, and his innate vitality was relatively weak, and it was difficult to move forward every time he hit the meridians.

In fact, the innate vitality of most monks in the Zhenyi period is also similar to Zhao Rong, after all, this thing is influenced by the physique, except for a small number of people with different congenital physiques, most people are like this.

However, their meridians are not as prevaricating as Zhao Rong, so their weak innate vitality is enough.

Previously, Zhao Rong used the help of Qi Nan Agarwood, and when he hit the meridians, he ignited the qi and blood in his body, strengthened the "red little snake", and helped him cultivate, making rapid progress.

Now that the auxiliaries have run out, they have fallen into the dilemma of dripping water and hitting stones.

Zhao Rong sat quietly in the room and thought for a while.

Next time I want to go to the market of Duyou City on the rest of the day, I heard Fan Yushu say that it is the largest fairy market on Wangque Zhou Mountain, with many shops and fairy shops.

Exercises, elixirs, magic weapons, strange things, ancient treasures...... There are almost all the things you need for your practice, and even more so the things that are strange or don't know the purpose.

As long as you have money, you can buy it.

However, listening to Fan Yushu's words, what is common in Duyou City is another set of monetary systems, and the spirit stones that have been used throughout the ages are more similar to the existence of the gold standard in the previous life, and are rarely traded directly......

As for where the money comes from?

Zhao Rong squinted at the sunlight that broke into the house, he didn't have many spirit stones on his body at the moment, and when he went to Xiaoxiao not long ago, he forced more than half of them into her.

But......

Zhao Rong thought about something in his heart.

Minutes and seconds passed.

At one point, he came back to his senses and let out a cloudy breath.

Suddenly, as if thinking of someone, the corners of Zhao Rong's mouth curved slightly, and some heavy haze in his heart was swept away.

He jumped up, stretched, washed up in anticipation, and returned to his desk to practice writing for a while.

Qingjun said that she had something to do in Xiaoyao Mansion in the morning, Zhao Rong had no class in the morning, and Mr. Yan's class in the afternoon, so when they separated last night, the two made an appointment to go to class together in the afternoon.

Zhao Rong heard that the senior brother said that they were going back to Linlu Academy the day after tomorrow, and he decided to accompany Qingjun for a few more days.

After returning to the academy, it is not as convenient as it is now to come to the Taiqing Sifu to find Qingjun.

The most important thing is that Zhao Rong has been thinking about one thing.

He hasn't found that piece of ink jade yet, let alone got it, Qingjun said that the jade was on her...... It's hard.

Zhao Rong had some itchy teeth.

He put down the brush, picked up a book in his hand, and pushed the door open.

The sun is just right on an autumn morning.

There was nothing to do in the morning, and Zhao Rong was ready to find a quiet place to study in the mansion.

It's just that just a few steps after he was discharged from the hospital, he bumped into the senior brother.

"Little junior brother, the teacher is looking for you. ”