Yan stared at Zhao Rong and was silent for a while.

He patted his sleeve, and then stretched out his hand to point to the stack of paper manuscripts that he had handed to Zhao Rong before.

"These homework articles, Lao Yu helped you correct them, and a few other books, some of which are the only books of some Confucian commentaries that Lao Yu has collected over the years, and some of which are some of the experiences that you have written on weekdays, and you should study them carefully after you go back. ”

Yan paused slightly, raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Rong, who was listening with his hands down, and said, "After returning to the academy, you have to take the classes of the gentlemen of art seriously, they are all six...... Everyone in the seven arts, Ziyu, you must not be proud and complacent with your talent, you must humbly ask for advice, if there is anything you don't understand about Jingyi Art, you can come and ask the old man at any time. ”

Zhao Rong's expression was originally calm, but his expression suddenly moved.

The meaning of Yan Jidao's words conflicted with some things that Zhao Rong had been expecting before.

He opened his mouth, but finally couldn't help but speak, and his tone was puzzled, "Sir, won't you keep me down?"

According to Zhao Rong's assumption on the way to Fenglin Xiaoyuan just now, after Mr. Yan learned about the things he had done, he should not immediately designate him as a disciple, and after returning to the academy, he often took him with him, carefully tutored, and cultivated feelings.

After the one-year student period, will you be directly accepted as a disciple in the Linlu Academy's apprenticeship ceremony, where will you give other gentlemen a chance to get involved.

Although these thoughts are slightly narcissistic, Zhao Rong feels that this is human nature, and this selfishness is nothing.

After all, he was recommended by Mr. Yan to enter the academy, and he has the relationship between the Great Chu National Teacher - Zhao Rong himself knows that he doesn't actually know any Great Chu National Teacher, but Mr. Yan definitely doesn't think so - in fact, in this Linlu Academy, Zhao Rong's closest gentleman should be him.

And in addition to the situation of special students, this kind of thing of making new students in advance has happened in all new students of the academy, and it is even something that many college students can't ask for, after all, if you can be determined in advance by Mr. Academy, then you are at least a disciple...... Zhao Rong felt that it was actually similar to the academic tyrant Baoyan in the university in his previous life.

It's just that now, Yan Jidao's words don't seem to mean to take Zhao Rong with him to cultivate and define him.

I want to be a mellow elder before separation, and the earnest teachings of the younger generation who have high expectations......

Yan heard the words a few times and did not answer immediately.

He walked under the maple tree with his back hand, stretched out a hand, gently stroked the tree, and suddenly said:

"Ziyu, have you seen Jiang Feng's scene?"

Zhao Rong shook his head.

Yan Jidao looked up at Feng, his originally somewhat cloudy eyes were now full of maple red, and he muttered.

"The old hometown is in Yunmengzhou, a farmer by the river, reading when I was young, and when I look up, I see the maple leaves of the river......

The river sky is vast, the maple forest on the shore stretches endlessly, the cool breeze together, the maple leaves fly, the river grass lodging, the sand sounds like a song, and is reflected in the surging river water, half of the river is sorrowful and half of the river is red, the sunny day is like the sun, and the rainy day is like blood.

If the sunset is shining, the fishing song is singing late, the sunset, the sunset, the autumn maple, the river, the fishing lantern, layer by layer, melt into a ......"

Yan Jidao sighed lightly, "No matter how you rub your eyes, you can't tell whose red they are dyed in." ”

He turned his head to Zhao Rong and said: "At that time, I left home at a young age, straw shoes and bookcases, and I was in high spirits, walking north along the riverside, all the way against the current, and went to Yunmengzhou Xiyin Academy to study, and then I found that not all the riversides were planted with red maples like my hometown, so I thought that when I returned from my studies in the future, I would definitely call those emperors under the mountain to be the sons of farmers, and on the way home, I would plant Jiangfeng and call Mr. to return......

Yan stopped a few words, looked up and down at Zhao Rong's young face, and exhaled heavily:

Later, he studied at Xiyin Academy and spent several years...... Ziyu, do you know which avenue I wanted to take the most at that time?"

Zhao Rong pursed his lips for a moment and said softly: "It's not the Six Arts Confucianism. ”

Yan Ji's eyes flashed with admiration, and then he was positive.

"Yunmengzhou is very close to Tu Nanzhou, the wind of the sons of a hundred families, the influence is very wide, that year, the farmer Xu Zi, came to the academy to discuss with the mountain chief, Xu Zi coarse cloth and straw shoes, but the style is overwhelming, and the doctrine of the avenue is deafening. Yan's cloudy eyes lit up.

Since then, I began to think about abandoning Confucianism and changing my path, but I just ...... Afraid of the disappointment of the teacher, dissuaded in the same year, or afraid of the name of the deviant, in the end, he stayed in the Jingyi Confucianism. ”

Yan Jidao's eyes dimmed, and he regained his original turbidity, and he fell silent.

Zhao Rong, who was listening on the side, stood still for a while, and he said with some hesitation, "Sir......"

Yan Jidao raised his head and said: "If you choose again, the old man will still choose Jingyi." ”

His expression was calm.

Zhao Rong retracted his words, looked at him for a few breaths, and nodded.

Yan Dao turned his back.

"Ziyu, don't be in a hurry to choose which Confucianism to take, after returning to the academy, you first go to the class of the gentlemen of art honestly, guard against arrogance and rashness, what happened in the Nuanxi Yaji yesterday, the old man will go and tell your senior brothers, let them not talk nonsense, you can study with peace of mind, and after a year, come back to me with the answer." ”

Zhao Rong thought about it and wanted to say, can you take a few more of the six arts of Confucianism, but he estimated that if he really said so, Mr. Yan would have to educate him seriously, so he also took it back.

Zhao Rong knew that Mr. Yan really regarded him as a close junior and carefully promoted him.

Among them, there are not only the reasons why Zhao Rong was recommended by his senior brother, but also the joy of seeing Zhao Rong after discovering that Zhao Rong is a rare reading seed.

Zhao Rong turned to smile and said, "Teacher, if I finally choose Mr. Zhu's calligraphy, will you dissuade me?"

Yan was slightly stunned, his expression was a little hesitant, and finally nodded, "Persuasion will be persuaded, but if you insist on leaving, the old man will not stop you." ”

He immediately said solemnly: "But you must know that this road has never been passed by so far, and now it is a dead end, and I believe that you will not mess around with her." ”

Zhao Rong nodded lightly and didn't say anything.

At this time.

Yan Jidao, who was standing under the tree, suddenly raised his hand and picked a red dazzling maple leaf among the many half-red maple leaves.

He looked down at the red leaves in his palms and said with a smile:

"Ziyu, our Linlu Academy is near the river, and there is also a maple forest on the riverside, which is a scene of our Linlu, and I will take you to see it another day. ”

Zhao Rong smiled, "The red maple is near the water, and the water is in pairs, it must be extremely beautiful, you have to take a good look." ”

Yan laughed heartily.

He waved his sleeves.

Under the tree, the maple leaves that fell to the ground suddenly swept up, like a swimming snake.

In the next second, this maple leaf "swimming snake" drilled into the maple leaf on Yan Jidao's right hand in turn.

This maple leaf, which is already extremely red, is as red as blood at the moment, and it is delicate.

Yan Jidao shook his sleeves again, suddenly reached forward and grabbed it, and took out a natal object from his Dan room.

Suspended in the air.

Zhao Rong looked at it, and it was a mediocre Confucian scripture with no words on the cover.

Yan raised a few fingertips, and the Confucian Sutra opened without wind.

The first few pages of the Confucian classics have very few words, but each one is golden, and the later you turn to, the more words you have, but the colors are not as dazzling as the previous ones.

Now.

Yan Jidao, who was flipping through the book, stopped moving, and the Confucian scriptures that he opened also stopped at the front page.

He reached out and grabbed it.

A line of bright sentences on the page that had been nurtured for a long time detached from the page and floated into the air.

Immediately, Yan turned a few fingers and pointed to the maple leaf on his right hand.

In an instant, the "sentence" disappeared into the maple leaf.

The light of the maple leaves gradually converged and returned to normal.

Yan Jidao handed the maple leaf to Zhao Rong.

"Wear it closely. ”

Zhao Rong took it, looked down, his eyes were fixed, there were words on the leaves, and he read lightly.

"The Zhanzhan River is full of water, and there is a maple on it. ”

He glanced at Yan Jidao's expression and slightly understood something.

I have heard Brother Yushu mention before that in order to protect the reading seeds of the academy, some gentlemen who are optimistic about them will give some special gadgets as a means of saving their lives at critical moments.

Zhao Rong put away the maple leaf.

"Thank you, teacher. ”

Yan stroked his beard a few times and nodded silently.