There is a bend in the water of the lake in the Guozi prison, which is as flat as a silver mirror.

Because it resembles an inkstone, it is named Moyan Lake.

There is an ancient pavilion on the lakeside, the plaque is said to wash the ink, I heard that it is the pen and ink of the current national teacher.

This lake and this pavilion are a lively place for the students of Guozijian to chant poetry in their leisure time.

It's just that at this moment, it is Guozijian's teaching time.

There are few tourists by the lake.

But there are two people playing chess in the ink washing pavilion.

The bearer of the sunspot is a middle-aged Confucian scholar with a thin face and a bright eye, pinching a sunspot in his hand and gently turning it on his fingertips.

The person holding the white child is an old man in gorgeous clothes, quite rich, with a focused expression, overlooking the chessboard at the moment, undecided.

The middle-aged Confucian suddenly glanced out of the pavilion, only to see a figure striding in his direction not far away.

The person who came was dressed in a green shirt, holding an oil-paper umbrella, hanging ink jade from his waist, with good facial features, not very old, but his expression was indifferent, and his temperament was quite dusty.

The corners of the middle-aged Confucian monk's mouth rose, and he turned his gaze back to the chessboard. The overall situation has been decided, and Bai Zi is powerless to return to the sky.

The old man in the Chinese costume also seemed to see something, but he did not immediately admit defeat, and continued to drop the chessboard, looking more focused.

......

Zhao Rong didn't find Mr. Fang in the sixth hall of Taixue, so he guessed that he was probably playing chess in the Ink Washing Pavilion again.

In his memory, Mr. loved three things in his life: fishing, Go, and sage books.

At this time, seeing that Mr. Fang was really playing against someone in the ink washing pavilion, Zhao Rong smiled knowingly.

Mr. Fang has a few chess friends who often play chess, and this old man in Chinese clothes is one of them, but Zhao Rong has never spoken to him, and even with Mr. Fang, he rarely speaks.

Zhao Rong leaned his umbrella on the beam and stepped into the pavilion.

There were people next to him, but the two people in the pavilion didn't turn their heads to pay attention to it, and they still played against each other.

Zhao Rong didn't care, obviously he was used to it.

He stood behind Mr. Fang and glanced at the chessboard.

Mr. Fang fell very quickly, but the old man in the Chinese costume had to man for a while every time before he fell.

Soon he lost interest and turned his head to admire the view of the lake outside the pavilion.

He is not interested in Go, only knows a little, and is a stinky chess basket.

In his memory, Mr. Fang really wanted to teach himself Go, but his former original body was the same as himself, and he was indifferent to this thing, so he only learned a little bit about it.

Waiting for boredom, Zhao Rong tried to call a few times in his heart.

It hasn't spoken to him since the last time it it off.

After reciting it silently a few times, seeing that it did not respond, Zhao Rong had no choice but to give up.

I don't know if I'm asleep or ignoring him.

How to be the same as a child. Zhao Rong complained.

Not long after, on the chessboard in the pavilion, with Mr. Fang falling the last son of the coffin, the outcome was decided.

The old man in the Chinese costume threw the white piece back into the chess jar in his hand, his face was as usual.

"Brother Gongming, I agreed. ”

Mr. Fang said with a smile. After speaking, he turned his head to look at Zhao Rong beside him and took a closer look.

"Yes, I have matured a lot after getting married. Mr. Fang chuckled.

The gentleman laughed. Zhao Rong hurriedly replied, trying to bring in the role of the student in his memory.

"Ziyu, you came just in time today, and you have a good thing to tell you as a teacher. ”

As he spoke, he took out a letter from his bosom.

"A few days ago, the national teacher asked the sacrificial wine to help him send a letter to his senior brother in Linlu Academy, because the teacher knew that you have always longed for the seventy-two academy, so he asked the sacrificial wine for this errand. ”

"Lin Lu Academy?"

Hearing the word Lin Lu, Zhao Rong's eyes lit up.

He knew that there were two Confucian academies in Wangque Continent, Lin Lu and Siqi, which were well-known on one continent, and they were the dream places for scholars under the mountain, but he didn't know where they were.

However, he remembered the purpose of today's visit, so he asked, "Where is the academy located?"

"Lin Lu Academy is in the Great Departure Dynasty. Mr. Fang paused and added, "Dali is in the northernmost part of a continent. ”

Zhao Rong looked disappointed and arched his hand.

"I'm afraid the students won't be able to go. ”

"Why is that?"

"Because the students came to say goodbye to Mr. ”

"Where are you going?"

"The students are going south in a few days to visit their hometowns, but they will not be able to come back in a short time. ”

Mr. Fang pondered for a while and put away the letter.

The old man in Chinese costumes, who had been sitting on the side before, bowed his head to review the chess game, looked up at Zhao Rong, then withdrew his gaze and continued to focus on the chess game.

"Are you alone?"

"It's just a student. ”

"When are you leaving?"

"It's been a few days, and I'm done with some chores. ”

"What about your lady. ”

“...... She has her place to go, and she doesn't need to worry about it. ”

Mr. Fang nodded and didn't ask any more.

He stood up, took out a jade seal that had been prepared for a long time, and handed it to Zhao Rong.

"This is a private seal I carved, and I wanted to give it to you after you have passed the crown, but now it seems that I may not be able to wait for that time. ”

Zhao Rong took the seal, the jade seal is well-made, the chapter is rigorous, the gesture is tactful, the rough look at the strokes are square and upright, but there is no stagnation at all, and the seal is engraved with a Yu word.

Zhao Rong solemnly accepted it and bowed deeply.

In the years of Guozijian, although the original body likes Confucianism, but he lacks talent, his talent is dull, and although his studies are solid, he has no brilliance among everyone, but Mr. Fang may be the reason why he has watched him grow up, and has always treated him as his closest disciple.

He was very strict with Zhao Rong academically, but he was extremely kind in private, and the two had a close relationship.

The gentleman smiled and patted the student's shoulder and said, "Next year's spring is coming, don't be a person who has not returned." ”

Zhao Rong nodded, said goodbye and left.

After walking far away, he suddenly turned back.

I saw that the gentleman was still standing in place and watching the students.

"You asked me to write a letter just to help your student...... Chasing women?"

Mr. Fang smiled and sat down again, without answering the question of the Great Chu National Master beside him.

He set his hands on the chessboard.

"Seventeen years, what are you waiting for?" the old man in Chinese clothes asked again.

The middle-aged Confucian threw the last sunspot on the chessboard into the chess jar and said slowly.

"Wait for an 'old man'. ”

......

Zhao Rong got out of the Guozijian and was about to go home, but thinking that it was still early, he walked around the Confucius Temple.

The Confucius Temple was first built around the Guozijian and became lively, and the most sold in addition to food, naturally it was paper, ink, pen, inkstone and calligraphy.

Zhao Rong saw that there was a rather large bookstore in front of him, and the business was good, so he walked over there.

He wanted to buy a few pairs of calligraphy and go back to practice.

"Are you really leaving?"

Suddenly, the voice of return sounded in my head

"Hey, the dumb man finally spoke?"

"Get out!"

Zhao Rong smiled, dispelling some of the melancholy when he had just said goodbye to the teacher.

I don't know why, every time he chats with Gui, he feels very relaxed.

Maybe it's because it's in solidarity with itself, and it can speak freely and freely in front of it, right?

"Gui, do you know that the Taiqing Four Mansions?

That's a question he wanted to ask yesterday.

"The Taiqing Four Mansions are not immortal sects. ”

Gui sneered and said slowly.

"The Taiqing Four Mansions are the highest cultivation institutions in the Xuanhuang Realm, and they were written by Jiang Taiqing into the supreme law of the human race, the Xuandi Law. ”

"There are all on all continents, and only the top group of geniuses in the continent to which they belong are recruited. At the age of sixteen, Fuyao is perfect, which is one of the minimum standards. Not to mention the criteria for graduation from it. Almost every year, a large number of government students could not successfully complete their studies and could only be reduced to 'abandoned students'. ”

"You can think of it as an institution established by gathering the resources of the human race from all continents, and it does not belong to a group or force. ”

"It only belongs to the entire Xuanhuang Clan!"