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The two-story path was covered with a thin layer of white snow.

Lu Jing stepped on the white snow, making a rustling sound.

Looking from a distance, the towering mountains outside Taixuanjing look lonely and dark.

In such early snow weather, the sun is hidden behind the clouds and mist. Even if it can emit light, it does not appear warm.

The unitary hour had arrived, and Lu Jing walked along the path to Mr. Jiu's academy.

The library is huge, which is also due to the vastness of Taixuanjing.

The first floor is already very wide, and there are many fewer scholars on the second floor than on the first floor. However, this place in the library, which can be considered noble, does not appear to be narrow.

Because of this, there are many academies on the second floor.

Mr. Jiu's academy is called "Hanmo", and there are seven or eight teachers in the Hanmo Academy. These teachers have their own specialties, and they either teach a collection of classics and history, or teach essay writing.

There are also teachers who teach music, chess, calligraphy, painting, riding, and archery. But for such courses, students from the entire second floor can come and listen.

Being able to enter Mr. Jiu's Hanmo Academy is a commendable thing for a scholar on the second floor.

When Lu Jing entered Hanmo Academy, he felt that the academy was very elegant. The buildings were all made of green bricks and tiles, but the walls were pure white. There were also many pines and locust trees planted. Even in this bleak early winter, it did not feel monotonous.

Most of these buildings are where teaching is conducted.

When Lu Jing walked into Hanmo Academy, he could see many scholars coming and going.

Some of these scholars are young, some are old, some are well-dressed, and some are simply dressed.

This is probably the benefit of a library, as all kinds of people study under one roof.

They also saw Lu Jing arriving and saluted Lu Jing from a distance, some of the scholars still had surprise in their eyes.

Probably because he felt that it was very rare for a young scholar like Lu Jing to be admitted to Hanmo Academy.

Lu Jing looked around and happened to see a scholar in his thirties walking out of another bookstore.

This scholar was dressed in a green shirt and had an ordinary appearance, except that his two earlobes were very large and looked a bit strange when they hung down.

He may have seen him looking around here, but without thinking too much, he took two steps forward and asked, "Sir, which gentleman are you here to see?"

Lu Jing turned his head slightly, a strange feeling flashed in his heart, but he quickly suppressed it and said to the scholar in green shirt: "Brother Lao, I'm here to see Mr. Jiu."

The reason why he also has a strange color is because when he saw this green-shirted scholar, the fate of the cave demon was already in motion.

There was no change in his eyes, but he could see that there was a demonic aura permeating the green-shirted scholar.

The young man in front of me is a monster.

There are actually quite a few monsters in the library, especially on the second floor.

Lu Jing always sees something when he goes to the dining hall of the library, but this is the first time Lu Jing interacts with monsters and scholars, so he is inevitably a little surprised.

Hearing this, the scholar in green shirt was a little confused and said: "Mr. Jiu has not been teaching these days. Only gentlemen from the academy can see him on weekdays. You are..."

"I have an appointment with Mr. Jiu." Lu Jing said with a smile, "This is my first time at Hanmo Academy. I don't know which room belongs to Mr. Jiu."

The scholar in green shirt pointed to a green-tiled hut in the distance: "If you really have an appointment with Mr. Jiu, you can go directly to Mr. Jiu's house."

Lu Jing smiled at the scholar and said, "In that case, thank you very much, brother."

The scholar in green shirt shook his head casually, and saw that Lu Jing was carrying a bag with him, and asked: "Looking at this bag, you probably came to study at Hanmo Academy?"

Lu Jing did not hesitate and said: "I'm not here to study. Mr. Jiu asked me to open a course in Hanmo Academy and teach the students on the second floor..."

Before Lu Jing could finish speaking, the scholar in green shirt had already opened his eyes wide and couldn't even close his mouth.

His eyes fell on Lu Jing's face, and he looked at Lu Jing carefully and said, "So... you are Mr. Library?"

Just as Lu Jing was about to speak, the door of the blue-tiled hut that the green-shirted scholar pointed to had slowly opened.

Mr. Jiu's gentle voice came again: "Come in."

Lu Jing nodded slightly towards the scholar in green shirt, thanked him again, and then walked towards the hut.

The scholar in green shirt looked at Lu Jing's back, thought of something, and said quickly: "Sir, the student's name is Yuan Zhushan, I don't know his name?"

"Lu Jing." Lu Jing turned his head and waved gently to Yuan Zhushan as he walked forward.

Yuan Zhushan looked at the young man Lu Jing's face and saw the door opened by Mr. Jiu. He stood there and thought for a while, then hurried back to the bookstore just now, probably to send a message.

Lu Jing walked into the house and saw that the house was not big. In addition to a bamboo couch, there was also a huge table.

There are several classics on the table, as well as pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

A young man in a Confucian shirt with a mask on his face is lowering his head and holding a pen in his left hand, carefully and crookedly copying a painting.

The mask on the young man's face is also pure white, covering all the features under his eyes.

When the young man raised his head, his eyes collided with Lu Jing's.

Seeing the eyes that were as calm as a pool of water, Lu Jing felt from the bottom of his heart that the masked young man in front of him must be Mr. Jiu.

So he bowed respectfully and said, "Mr. Jiu, student Lu Jing is late."

When Mr. Jiu saw Lu Jing coming, he put down the pen in his hand and rolled up the painting on the table: "Are you here? Come and sit down."

It was different from his calm eyes, and also different from his tone when he transmitted the message to the inner court of Jingyin Mansion earlier today.

At this time, Mr. Jiu spoke warmly and enthusiastically, and extended his left hand to signal Lu Jing to sit down, with a smile in his tone.

Lu Jing sat opposite Mr. Jiu, and then he saw why Mr. Jiu was writing with his left hand.

Because there is no right hand in his broad-sleeved robe.

For unknown reasons, Mr. Jiu lost an arm.

"It's good that you're here. I saw the classics you copied in the Self-cultivation Tower before. The small regular script is beautiful, but the cursive script already has the posture of dragon bones and phoenix feathers. It's so beautiful.

It just so happens that in the past two or three years, I have become worse and worse at both painting and calligraphy. None of the gentlemen in our academy is proficient in cursive calligraphy, so I asked Mr. Guanqi for you. If you are free, I would like to ask you.

Please give me some advice."

While Mr. Jiu was talking, he used his one arm to pour tea for Lu Jing.

Lu Jing was not surprised by Mr. Jiu's words.

When three of us travel together, we must be my teacher.

There is no genius in the world who is proficient in everything, and there is a specialization in the art. There is a reason why the Zhang Xu cursive script he copied can be famous throughout the ages.

He had copied and practiced calligraphy every day in his previous life, and he had already acquired the shape of Zhang Xu. In addition, he was now successful in casting bones, and his control of every bit of strength even when writing was considered outstanding.

In the final analysis, he still stands on the shoulders of the sages. Mr. Jiu thinks that his calligraphy is good, and that is actually what he should be.

On the contrary, it was Mr. Jiu's character that surprised Lu Jing.

Originally, when I heard Mr. Jiu's gentle voice in the Jingyin Mansion today, I thought Mr. Jiu was a gentle man who didn't talk much.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Jiu would be so enthusiastic as soon as Lu Jing sat down.

"Lu Jing came to Hanmo Academy for the first time. He didn't know the rules of his classes, so he asked Mr. Jiu for advice." Lu Jing raised his hand and saluted Mr. Jiu.

Mr. Jiu said: "You teach pen and ink. Just find a time to start your classes every morning or afternoon. After my small house, there is an empty room. You can use the back room for daily rest, and the hall can be used for teaching."

Pen and ink lessons.

You can arrange it in your free time."

When Mr. Jiu said this, he probably saw that Lu Jing was young, and warned him: "You have the most free time, but you must also know that you should be diligent in your work and play in idleness. No matter whether you are studying or practicing, you must not fall behind."

"Practice is naturally to protect yourself in this world and for your future path. Studying is not just for scientific examinations. Tomorrow everything will be done and all gifts will be given. In the future, even if you sit in a narrow attic, you can know the world.

All sorts of truths.”

Pause slightly.

Mr. Jiu's eyes became serious: "In addition to practicing and studying, I also need to go for a walk outside the library.

Take a look at the prosperous Taixuanjing, and also take a look at the dilapidation beneath the prosperity."

Mr. Ninth had something to say, and Lu Jing respectfully responded.

The two continued to chat for a while, and Lu Jing saw two paintings hanging on the east wall behind Mr. Jiu.

In these two paintings, one depicts green mountains, and the other depicts flowing water. Both of them are full of ink, and the luan and the phoenix are floating in the sky. Especially the way of using the brush can be said to be superb.

There are also inscriptions in the lower right corner.

“There is no place without green hills when spring comes.”

"The sound of water flowing out is murmuring."

Both sentences can be said to be penetrating and penetrating. The text has a silkworm head and a swallow tail, with twists and turns, and the font is also quite rare. It was written in Qin Li.

Whether it is this painting or these two sentences of pen and ink, they are definitely works by famous artists.

Lu Jing looked at these two paintings with emotion and admiration in his heart.

"These two paintings are truly wonderful paintings. I wonder which famous artist they are?"

He was curious and couldn't help asking.
To be continued...