Zhao Rong looked back at Li Jinshu behind him, he was stopping at the door, waving to Zhao Rong with a warm smile.

Zhao Rong gave Li Jinshu a helpless smile back, then turned his head, sorted out his crown hat and student Qingjin, and walked towards Mr. Yan under the tree in the courtyard in the distance.

"Disciple Zhao Ziyu, meet Mr. ”

Zhao Rong bowed.

Yan Jidao was looking at this maple tree with lush branches but not red with red leaves behind his back, and immediately turned around when he heard the words, his expression was serious, he carefully looked at Zhao Rong several times from top to bottom, nodded and said, "Ziyu, don't be polite." ”

Zhao Rong raised his head and looked at Yan Jidao.

The two were silent.

There was silence for a few breaths.

Yan nodded lightly for some reason, he suddenly turned around, and spoke while walking to the stone table under the tree with his back hand.

"Ziyu, don't be too restrained. I've heard a little about yesterday's incident, but about Tao Yuanran, the debate between Confucianism and Taoism, you can tell me about it carefully. ”

After that, Yan Jidao came to the stone table, hesitated slightly, picked up an item on the table, and walked towards the maple tree.

Zhao Rong fixed his eyes and saw an iron knife in Mr. Yan's hand used to cut the blades of slow grass.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows slightly, and immediately told in more detail about the Confucianism and Taoism debate in the southern kingdom, in some places involving his or the Lanxi Lin clan's privacy secrets, except for the hearth of the Thunder Ni Zijin Furnace, the night of Taibai Mountain on the night of the victory, etc., Zhao Rong skipped and changed.

Under the tree, Yan Daodao, dressed in gray clothes, lowered his head and carefully rolled up the sleeves of his two hands to prevent them from falling, and he looked up at the maple tree with more and more lush branches and leaves.

This elegant maple forest courtyard Yan Jidao has lived many times, every autumn when he comes to Taiqing Mansion to give lectures, he is arranged by Taiqing Mansion to live here with this red maple.

Yan Jidao also thought about it very early, this gorgeous red maple, he watched it from young to mature, and the bright red of the maple leaf gradually faded.

It's like forgetting it's autumn.

Yan Jidao held the sword, looked at the maple tree, the deep magic pattern of his face gradually disappeared, he exhaled lightly, his face became relaxed, and then, while listening to Zhao Rong's words, he started to cut the red maple carefully.

Zhao Rong continued to recount the debate between Confucianism and Taoism.

Yan Jidao cut in an orderly manner, and asked Zhao Rong about a certain detail from time to time, without delay.

And when Zhao Rong put forward the "Body and One Source Theory" for the first time in this world, Yan Jidao stopped what he was doing, listened attentively, and asked a lot of questions, but when Zhao Rong finished answering them one by one in an orderly manner, he exhaled heavily and nodded.

The two exchanged words like this for about a quarter of an hour.

"The debate between Confucianism and Taoism is basically like this, Tao Yuanran left with that strange old man, and before leaving, the strange old man sent me purple qi from the east...... Mr. Yan, do you have anything else to ask?"

Zhao Rong said, he looked at the old man in front of him who was busy beside the maple tree, obviously a Confucian Jindan monk who could stabilize with a wave of his sleeves, but at this time, he was like an old farmer who personally cut branches and cultivated trees.

Yan shook his head when he heard this, and sighed: "Okay, it's a good ...... to do nothing."

He suddenly turned around, clapped his hands, and walked to Zhao Rong's side, his old face full of smiles.

Yan raised his hand and patted Zhao Rong's shoulder heavily, "Ziyu, this 'body with one source said' is excellent, you, better." ”

Zhao Rong shook his head, "Mr. Yan praised it, the kid can't afford it." ”

In the distance, outside the courtyard gate, Li Jinshu turned around, just to see this scene inside the door, his expression was stunned, Li Jinshu tilted his head slightly, and looked at the eyes of his little junior brother Zhao Rong, with envy.

It's been a long time since he's seen a meticulous teacher smile, and last time, Secretary Li Jin had to be the talented senior brother he used to be, disobeyed the teacher's arrangement, gave up inheriting the teacher's mantle, and left the teacher to go to Tu Nanzhou alone.

I remember that day, the teacher and the senior brother argued loudly, he and the junior brothers were silent, the teacher was full of anger, brushed his sleeves away, the senior brother knelt on the ground nine times, swaggered away, and then smiled at them, and left, never to return.

It was only later, when Li Jinshu went to give the teacher wine, he quietly looked back and saw that the teacher was actually laughing and drinking silently.

In the end, Li Jinshu became the elder brother of Mr. Yan's disciple, but he didn't like the new junior disciples to call him this title......

Under the maple tree, Yan Jidao restrained his smile and patted Zhao Rong on the shoulder again, "There are two more things today." ”

He took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it to Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong took it curiously, and immediately caught a wisp of faint fragrance on the tip of his nose, like an orchid and a long charm.

It's a little familiar, as if I've smelled it somewhere.

Zhao Rong's expression moved.

Yan Jidao said softly: "Mr. Zhu from the academy sent it yesterday, saying that when we returned to the academy, I want to apologize to you for some things before, well, she also said that she likes Ziyu and wants to have an in-depth exchange with you......"

Yan wanted to speak a few times and stopped, but he still didn't say anything, he looked at Zhao Rong with some meaning in his eyes.

Mr. Zhu?

Zhao Rong suddenly remembered that when the senior brother took him into the hospital that day, the woman in a Confucian shirt passed by, with orchid incense, the same fragrance as on this paper.

Hearing the words "in-depth communication", Zhao Rong's eyelids jumped, he pinched up the folded piece of paper, his expression was a little tangled, and after looking at Yan's expression, Zhao Rong thought about it and opened it directly.

Yan Daodao turned sideways slightly and looked away.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong coughed lightly, spread out the paper, swept his eyes unconsciously, and found that it was a pair, and read it out directly.

"Searching, looking for cold, desolate, miserable, miserable, and miserable. ”

"Warbler Yanyan ups and downs...... Twilight ...... Chaochao. ”

The more Zhao Rong looked at it, the more wrong his expression became, and after reading it in the end, he took a few closer glances at the paper, and like a plague god, he hurriedly folded the paper and stuffed it into his sleeve.

Zhao Rong's expression was helpless, and Yan glanced at each other.

What made him avoid it was not the content of this letter, this was the same as the pair, that Mr. Zhu was quite neat, after all, Zhao Rong himself didn't know what was the wonderful and appropriate lower link of this interception of a certain word, the reason why he gave this upper link to the cautious girl was to embarrass her, thinking that if she came out of the lower link, the initiative would be with him, and it would be impossible to say that it was okay.

It's just that now, the next link given by Zhu Weirui did not surprise Zhao Rong much, but ...... The word.

On the paper, these words are similar to the couplet left by Zhao Rong on the side door of the academy, which is already nine points and three points!

The corners of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched.

He was not afraid that his words would be learned by this female gentleman, but Zhao Rong was afraid of her enthusiasm.

Regarding Zhu Weirui's affairs, Zhao Rong often asked Fan Yushu, who came to the academy very early, these days, so he also knows a lot.

These new students originally had six art courses, which they needed to learn.

It's just that now there is another Mr. Calligraphy, and it is this Mr. Zhu, so there is also an art study.

And some of the academies caused by this, Zhao Rong is not very afraid of getting involved.

It's just that.

Zhao Rong is very, very afraid of getting into trouble.

Although Zhu Weirui is his teacher, it is almost impossible for the two of them, but what if?

Before, he took out the skills of regular script from his previous life at the gate of the academy to write couplets, in order to enter the hospital, he had to do it as a last resort.

And not anymore.

Zhao Rong knew that it was a bit narcissistic to think like this, but he had to guard against it.

Because small is the lesson of "blood".

Good men are afraid of women, especially.

Zhao Rong has a deep understanding of this.

On the way to find the lady, I couldn't help but make a lifelong relationship with Xiaoxiao.

Now it's a trouble to talk to Qingjun.

Last night, Qingjun also said that he would only give him one room, and that was Qian'er.

What should I do Xiaoxiao, Zhao Rong is dying of headaches now.

If you accidentally provoke a female gentleman in the academy again, then you still have it?

Qingjun probably had to eat him......

Thinking of this, Zhao Rong's body trembled.