Linlu Academy is located hundreds of miles east of Duyou City. It occupies a large area, but has a hidden virtue and aura, hidden in a lush forest.
Within the academy, in addition to the well-organized buildings and unique pavilions, there are beautiful mountains and forests and clear streams.
It was early in the morning, and the sky was starting to light up on the distant mountain tops, and the morning sun was rising slowly.
The mountain forest is humid, clear dew condenses on the leaf tips, and the early autumn wind brings a slight chill.
Zhao Rong tightened the Qingjin he was wearing. This was a dark coat with a white overall and a cyan collar. It was the uniform clothing of the academy students brought in yesterday.
He was standing in a pavilion beside a lake. Not far away was Mr. Yan’s bamboo forest courtyard. After agreeing yesterday to accompany Mr. Yan to give lectures in Taiqing Mansion, Li Jinshu asked Zhao Rong to come here today and wait. All the senior brothers and sisters would be there.
Come and gather here.
Zhao Rong checked out of the inn outside last night and stayed one night in the academy's dormitory. He got up early this morning and came here.
He only knew a little bit about some matters of the academy, buildings and other general conditions. He didn't even have time to meet the classmates who were assigned to study together, so he had to go out again. However, Zhao Rong didn't care much. Such a good opportunity.
Let’s go to Taiqing Mansion for a month and then come back.
Dangdang
At this moment, a bell tower hidden among the trees on the hillside of Linlu Mountain rang bells.
It's already midnight.
"Be knowledgeable, interrogate, think carefully, discern clearly, practice diligently..."
Zhao Rong put one hand behind his back and held a copy of "Linlu Academy Revealed" in the other hand, memorizing it silently.
These are the academic rules of the academy that we received together yesterday. In fact, as long as you know that such fake and empty things exist, who would be bored to read them.
However, Zhao Rong thought about it based on his experience in reading literary works in his previous life, and decided to memorize it.
Who knows if a college boss will pop up later and ask the new students with a friendly smile if they remember what the college regulations say. Then, he will be able to calmly pretend to be awesome again.
If you want to be better than others at critical moments, you have to be careful...
After Zhao Rong took a few steps forward, when he turned around, he subconsciously glanced at another young man in the water pavilion.
He arrived a little later than Zhao Rong, but it was still very early. After all, the bell had just been rung, which was when normal academy students got up in the morning.
The young man, like Zhao Rong, was dressed in a scholar's uniform, but his dress was much more gorgeous than Zhao Rong's.
The young man wore a double-silk turban, which was draped down casually. His upright face seemed to have been powdered, and his appearance had been specially modified to make him appear fair and delicate.
Hanging from the waist is an exquisite and small hollow jade gourd with white jade threads, which looks very valuable.
At this time, he was sitting on the railing on the side of the waterside pavilion, holding a book with an invisible cover in one hand, and a folded emerald-handled folding fan in the other hand, tapping the railing gently, and reading with concentration.
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Seemingly aware of Zhao Rong's gaze, he turned his head slowly, unable to leave the page in his hand, but still looked at Zhao Rong, smiled politely, and continued to read seriously.
Zhao Rong responded with a smile, feeling in his heart that it was Linlu Academy, where you could easily meet a man who looked good, and who, like me, came to study seriously so early.
Zhao Rong turned his head and glanced at Mr. Yan's courtyard not far away, and found that the courtyard door was still closed, but some senior brothers were already waiting for him.
He put away the "Revelation of Linlu Academy" that he had memorized silently, took out a book of scriptures, and sat on the stone bench to read.
But before he could calm down and read for a while, Zhao Rong would raise his hand to turn the pages of the book from time to time, feeling a little distracted.
Maybe I can meet Qingjun again today.
Although I had met her not long ago and even hugged her, the situation was special at that time and I didn't have time to think too much and rushed forward.
Thinking about it afterwards, his words and deeds were still too hasty. He could have done better. If he had been well prepared, he might have been able to coax the lady well, and now he can tie her hair in Qingjun's boudoir.
maybe……
The more I thought about Zhao Rong, the more I sighed.
And after confessing at that time, shouldn't I have given her time to calm down and just lowered my head and kissed her? I still don't have much experience.
There is another shortcoming. Apart from the jade plaque, I didn’t even prepare anything else, not even a love poem...
Suddenly, thinking of this, Zhao Rong had an idea.
According to his memory, Qingjun was not the kind of woman who only immersed herself in cultivation. It might be because of him that she had a fondness for Confucianism since she was a child. She might not be proficient in poetry or anything like that. After all, she had been busy practicing since she was ten years old.
She has never been to a private school, but she prefers some beautiful poems and poems.
Anyway, in Zhao Rong's memory, when he was a child, every time he recited some poems that he thought were well written or beautiful quatrains from the ancients, she would put her hands on her chin and listen with a smile.
Qingjun and Qian'er also liked to sneak into his study, flip through some scraps of poems that he was too embarrassed to take out, and read them with a smile.
The reason why I know this is because I was caught red-handed once.
At that time, he was reaching out of the window, one hand in each hand, grabbing the ponytails on the heads of two little girls who were lying on the table and laughing together in front of the desk in the window. He was so angry that he ignored them for a month.
However, after Qingjun brought him her favorite snacks every day, Zhao Rong still forgave them...
Zhao Rong came back to his senses, thought about the idea he had just had, and thought it was feasible.
By the way, this should be able to coax her... give it a try?
Zhao Rong put down the book that he couldn't stand and was about to take out paper and pen. Suddenly he saw the serious reading brother next to him was also taking out paper and pen.
The young man took out a piece of white paper that looked very beautiful and laid it out. He held the book on one side and the jade-tube brush on the other. With a solemn expression, he glanced at the book, concentrated on it, started writing, and looked up at the book from time to time.
Page.
Looking at this scene of focusing on reading and excerpting, and studying seriously, Zhao Rong suddenly felt guilty. He looked around and saw that there were already many scholars by the lakeside, and students were reading in the morning.
By the way, it’s early in the morning and everyone is studying hard. I’m just paddling and writing a love letter. Wouldn’t it be nice for me to write a love letter...
But who is Zhao Rong? We soon understood.
Can the work of a scholar be called paddling? Writing love letters is also a kind of exercise that cultivates one's sentiments, isn't it?
This is an elegant thing.
Zhao Rong nodded, took out the pen and paper calmly, and acted like the brother in the waterside pavilion who sometimes frowned and sometimes relaxed while writing seriously. He straightened his waist and wrote his first love letter to his wife with a serious expression.
Not long after.
The early sun rises completely from behind the mountains, its light breaks through the sea of clouds, and reflects the vast mountains and forests.
Not far away, the courtyard door that everyone had been waiting for was opened, and Mr. Yan came out, ready to set off.
Zhao Rong saw that everyone gathered around Mr. Yan after he went out, so he got up to pack his things and prepare to leave the waterside pavilion.
Just as he turned around to take a step forward, he discovered that the young man who had been reading with him all morning had also packed up his things and was about to leave.
The two stopped silently at the door and looked at each other for a moment.
Zhao Rong chuckled and said, "Brother, are you also planning to go out with Mr. Yan to give lectures?"
The young man cleared his throat, his voice a little high-pitched, and he replied seriously: "Exactly, I am Fan Yushu, what do you call my classmates?"
"Xiaosheng Zhao Ziyu just came to the academy yesterday."
Fan Yushu nodded without saying anything, and the two of them left Shuixie together and went to meet Mr. Yan.
At about a quarter of a hour, the disciples of Yan Jidao's sect gathered together and set off together to go to Taiqing Mansion, a hundred miles away. There were about a dozen people on this trip.
On the way, Li Jinshu came to Zhao Rong again and introduced the people around him to him.
Including the young student named Fan Yushu.
It turns out that this person, like Zhao Rong, was recommended by Mr. Yan and joined the academy in the name of an outstanding student, but he arrived much earlier than Zhao Rong.
Fan Yushu seemed to be very familiar with Li Jinshu. When he saw his arrival, he cordially called him "elder brother."
There is another student with the same specialty as them, a student who looks ordinary, but seems to have a dull temper. After Li Jinshu introduced him, he just twitched the corner of his mouth, nodded to Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu, and then
He looked away again.
After that, Li Jinshu smiled and said a few words before returning to Mr. Yan in front of him.
He is Mr. Yan's disciple. Confucianism respects teachers and respects Taoism. Before leaving, he must always follow and serve him.
Fan Yushu glanced at Li Jinshu's leaving figure, then turned back and looked at Zhao Rong.
With a flick of his right hand, he opened the emerald folding fan that was light and dexterous in shape, with lines outside the garden and inside. The four characters "Zhilan Yushu" were written on the fan.
Fan Yushu flapped slightly and curled up the corners of his mouth, "Brother Ziyu was recommended to the hospital by Mr. Yan. I think he must be full of knowledge and talented. I was rude before I went down. I hope you will forgive me."
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, "Brother Yushu misunderstood. Xiaosheng is stupid in nature. Thanks to the care of an elder, he was lucky enough to be recommended by Mr. Yan to be admitted to the hospital. But Brother Yushu, at first glance, is the best among people..."
Fan Yushu sighed after hearing this and interrupted Zhao Rong, "Brother Ziyu, don't let me down. In that case, I am the same as you. If the elders in the family don't know Mr. Yan and have a good relationship, otherwise I will have little talent and little knowledge.
How can I enter Linlu Academy, but..."
He looked serious and said seriously: "It is precisely because we are students with special talents that after entering the academy, we must study hard, know our shame and be brave, and work ten times harder than other students, so that we can live up to the expectations of Mr. Yan and the elders."
Eager expectations.”
These sincere words were spoken in a moderate voice, but the many Confucian scholars present, except for some who were not naturally qualified, most of them had to cultivate themselves, so they all listened in general and looked approvingly.
In front of him, Mr. Yan, who was teaching something with the disciple who was very close to him, heard the words behind him and nodded slightly.
The silent student next to Fan Yushu was looking straight ahead with firm eyes.
Zhao Rong blinked when he heard this. What else could he say at this time? He just nodded.
This Linlu Academy indeed has a brilliant academic style and a pure Confucianism. I don’t know who among the new students of the same class who have not yet been masked are amazing... No, I have to work harder in the future.
The autumn sun is rising gradually, reaching the sky.
In the afternoon, Yan Jidao arrived at the Fourth Palace of Taiqing with a group of disciples.
Taiqing Mansion gathered the talents and leaders of Wangquezhou.
The entry standard must be at the late Fuyao stage before the age of sixteen.
Students who have just entered the Fuyao Realm will be in Fuyao Mansion at first, until they break through the first major barrier of the monks on the mountain.
If you follow the path of a martial artist, you will enter Kunpeng Mansion to practice.
If the natal flying sword appears in the heart lake, you can choose to take the path of sword cultivation and enter Xiaoyao Mansion to practice.
And if you are unable to manifest your natal flying sword, or if your natal flying sword is of extremely low grade, you will enter the Taiyi Mansion.
Even if you enter these three palaces, the competition is still extremely fierce. Although all the resources provided by the four palaces of Taiqing are free without obligation and are provided by all human races in Wangque Continent, the allocation of resources must rely on individual talent and cultivation.
Fight for, sweat.
Even so, there are no more than one number of students who can graduate from each class in Taiqing Mansion.
Some years there isn't even one.
The twenty-eight-year-old Golden Core Realm is simply unimaginable in other places on Wangque Mountain.
Some of the leaders of the middle-level forces on the mountain are only at this level, so they can be called great monks.
Not to mention before the age of twenty-eight.
If you exceed this age, you must leave your home and become an abandoned person.
The four palaces of Taiqing and Linlu Academy are very close to each other, and the exchanges between them are extremely close.
The Confucian teachers in Taiqing Mansion are held by turns among the gentlemen from Linlu Academy all year round.
And Confucianism is considered an extremely important course in the government.
Because the Confucian Way is closest to the origin of the Haoran Realm, the Haoran Realm exercises provided to students by the four prefectures of the Taiqing Dynasty were created by Confucian saints.
As for the most numerous people in the Fuyao Realm who want to break through the realm, apart from those monsters who break the mirror as easily as eating and drinking, the most convenient way is to study Confucianism and Taoism and read a few excerpts of famous poems, even if
It doesn't have the same effect as Luo Hua Pin's poems, but if you read more, you might encounter a poem that fits your needs, and you will be able to express your feelings and find opportunities to break the mirror.
And Mr. Yan, who is now bringing his disciples to Taiqing Mansion, is to succeed the previous academy gentleman and serve as one of the Confucian teachers of Xiaoyao Mansion.
The four palaces of Taiqing have special locations, with half of them located within Duyoudong City and the other half located outside the city.
It is said that it is the only place where you can enter and exit the East City besides the East City Gate.
Zhao Rong followed Mr. Yan and others to the south gate of Taiqing Mansion outside the city.
He stood behind the team and looked up. On both sides of the south gate were rocks as high as a hundred feet.
The outside side of the rock is as smooth as a mirror, without a single vine, and is pure white rock color.
It is covered with rows of words engraved with stylus pens and silver hooks. From a distance, they appear to be densely packed.
This is... the record of Taiqing Tianjiao.
Zhao Rong suddenly realized that he had heard Gui mention it a long time ago.
The names of every graduate of Wangque Taiqing Mansion are engraved on it.
He glanced around quickly and saw a few familiar names at the very end.
Cheng Lugui, twenty-eight years old, a Taoist cultivator, fifth-grade golden elixir.
Lu Yao'er, twenty-seven years old, swordsman, fourth grade golden elixir.
Ning Ying, four hundred and twenty-one years old, a strange swordsman...