Yan Jidao stared at Zhao Rong and was silent for a while.
He patted his sleeves, and then pointed at the pile of paper manuscripts he had handed to Zhao Rong.
"I have corrected these homework articles for you. The other books include some of the original commentaries on Confucian classics that I have collected over the years, and some are some experiences and experiences that I wrote based on my daily thoughts. You should study them carefully after you go back.
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Yan Jidao paused slightly, raised his eyes and glanced at Zhao Rong, who was listening with his hands lowered, and then said: "After returning to the academy, you must take the classes of the art teachers seriously. They are all masters in the sixth and seventh arts. Ziyu, you must
Don't be arrogant and complacent based on your talent, but be open-minded and ask for advice. If you don't understand anything about classics, meanings and arts, you can always ask me."
Zhao Rong's originally calm expression suddenly changed.
The meaning of Yan Jidao's words conflicted with some things that Zhao Rong had expected before.
He opened his mouth, but finally couldn't help but speak in a confused tone, "Sir, won't you let me stay?"
According to what Zhao Rong had just imagined on the way to Fenglin Academy, after learning what he had done, Mr. Yan should not have immediately designated him as his disciple. After returning to the academy, he would often take him with him to tutor and train him carefully.
emotion.
After the one-year student period, should I be directly accepted as a disciple at the apprenticeship ceremony of Linlu Academy? There will be no chance for other gentlemen 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 a relationship with the Great Chu State Master - Zhao Rong himself knew that he did not actually know the Great Chu State Master, but Mr. Yan definitely did not think so -
-In fact, in Linlu Academy, the teacher Zhao Rong is most naturally close to is probably him.
And except for the case of students with special talents, this kind of appointment of new students in advance has happened to all new students of the academy. It is even something that many academy students dream of. After all, being able to be appointed by the academy gentleman in advance is at least a sign of admission.
Disciple... Zhao Rong felt that he was actually similar to Baoyan, the top student in the university in his previous life.
It's just that now, Yan Jidao's words don't seem like he wants to take Zhao Rong by his side to cultivate him well and decide his intentions implicitly.
I would rather like a kind-hearted elder to teach the younger generation who has high expectations before leaving...
Yan Jidao heard this but did not answer immediately.
He walked to the maple tree with his hands behind his back, stretched out a hand, gently touched the tree, and suddenly said:
"Tzuyu, have you seen the scene of Jiang Feng?"
Zhao Rong shook his head.
Yan Jidao looked up at Feng, his originally cloudy eyes were filled with maple red, and he murmured.
"The old man's hometown is Yunmengzhou, a farmhouse by the river. When I was studying when I was young, I looked up and saw the maple leaves on the river...
The river sky is vast, and the maple trees on the shore stretch endlessly. The cool breeze blows, the maple leaves are flying, the river grass is falling, the sand sounds like a song, and it is reflected in the surging river water. Half of the river is rustling, and half of the river is red. The sunny day is like clouds, and the rainy day is like blood.
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If the setting sun shines and the fishermen sing late, the setting sun, sunset glow, autumn maples, river water, and fishing lanterns are all dyed layer by layer, blending into one..."
Yan Jidao sighed softly, "No matter how I rub my eyes, I can't tell whose color each one is stained with red."
He turned to Zhao Rong and said: "At that time, I left home when I was young. I was high-spirited and walked north along the river bank with my straw sandals and bookcase. All the way against the current, I went to Yunmengzhou Xiyin Academy to study. Only then did I realize that not all riverside
, are all covered with red maples like in my hometown, so I thought that when I return from my studies, I will call those emperors from the mountains. As a farmer’s son, I will plant maples all over the river on my way home, and respectfully call my husband back...
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Yan Jidao stopped talking, looked up and down at Zhao Rong's young face, exhaled heavily and said:
"Later I studied at Xiyin Academy for several years... Ziyu, do you know which avenue I wanted to take most at that time?"
Zhao Rong pursed his lips for a moment and said softly: "It's not the Six Arts and Confucianism."
Yan Jidao's eyes flashed with admiration, and then he became serious.
"Yunmengzhou is very close to Tunanzhou, and the style of hundreds of schools of thought has a wide influence. That year, Xu Zi, a farmer, came to the academy to discuss Taoism with the mountain chief. Xu Zi's coarse cloth straw sandals, but his style was stunning, and Dao Dao
The theory is mind-blowing." Yan Jidao's cloudy eyes shone with light.
"From that time on, I began to think deeply about abandoning Confucianism and changing to a new path. But... I was afraid of being disappointed by my teacher, who would dissuade me in the same year, or because I was afraid of the reputation of being a deviant. In the end, I still stayed on the classics, righteousness, and Confucianism."
Yan Jidao's eyes dimmed and returned to their original turbidity, and he fell silent.
Zhao Rong, who was listening on the side, stood quietly for a while, then he said hesitantly, "Sir..."
Yan Jidao raised his head and said: "If I had to choose again, I would still choose the meaning of the classics."
His expression was calm.
Zhao Rong retracted his words, looked at each other for a few seconds, and nodded.
Yan Jidao turned his back.
"Tzuyu, don't rush to choose which Confucianism path to follow. After returning to the academy, you first go to the art classes honestly and guard against arrogance and impetuosity. What happened at the Nuanxi Gathering yesterday?
, I will go and tell your senior brothers, tell them not to talk nonsense everywhere, you can study with peace of mind, and come back to me with the answer after a year."
Zhao Rong thought for a while and wanted to say if there were more ways to follow the six Confucian arts. However, he estimated that if he really said that, Mr. Yan would most likely have to educate him seriously, so he took it back.
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Zhao Rong knew that Mr. Yan actually regarded him as a close junior and supported him carefully.
Among them was the reason why Zhao Rong was recommended by his senior brother, and also the joy after discovering that Zhao Rong was a rare seed for reading.
Zhao Rong turned to smile and said: "Teacher, if I choose Mr. Zhu's calligraphy in the end, will you dissuade me?"
Yan Jidao was slightly startled, with a somewhat hesitant expression, but finally nodded, "I will persuade you, but if you insist on leaving, I won't stop you."
He immediately said solemnly: "But you must know that no one has ever passed this road so far. Now it seems that it is a dead end. I believe you will not fool around with her."
Zhao Rong nodded lightly and said nothing.
At this moment.
Yan Jidao, who was standing under the tree, suddenly raised his hand and picked off a dazzling red maple leaf among the many half-red but not red maple leaves.
He looked down at the red leaves in his palm and said with a smile:
"Tzuyu, our Linlu Academy is close to the river, and there is also a maple forest on the river bank. It is a scene in our Linlu. I will take you to see it another day."
Zhao Rong smiled and said, "The red maples are near the water and they form a pair in the water. It must be extremely beautiful. You should take a good look."
Yan Jidao laughed heartily.
He waved his sleeves.
Under the tree, the maple leaves that fell to the ground suddenly swept up, like a swimming snake.
The next second, this maple leaf "snake" burrowed into the maple leaf on Yan Jidao's right hand.
This maple leaf, which was already very red, is now as red as blood, so delicate and beautiful.
Yan Jidao shook his sleeves again, suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and took out a natal item from his alchemy chamber.
Suspended in the air.
Zhao Rong took a closer look and saw that it was an ordinary Confucian classic with no words on the cover.
Yan Jidao raised his fingertips, and the Confucian classics were opened without any wind.
The first few pages of the Confucian Classics have very few words, but each page is full of dazzling golden light. As you turn to the later pages, the number of words increases, 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 classics he opened also stopped at the front page.
He reached out and grabbed it.
A certain line of bright sentences on the page that had been cultivated for a long time broke away from the page and floated into the air.
Immediately, Yan Jidao turned his fingers and pointed at the maple leaf on his right hand.
In an instant, the "sentence" disappeared into the maple leaves.
The light of the maple leaves gradually faded and returned to normal.
Yan Jidao handed the maple leaf to Zhao Rong.
"Wear it close to your body."
Zhao Rong took it, looked down, his eyes focused, and there were words on the leaves, which he read lightly.
"The Zhan Zhan River is full of beautiful water and has maples on it."
He looked at Yan Jidao's expression and understood something.
I heard Brother Yushu mention before that in order to protect the learning seeds of the academy, some gentlemen who are optimistic about them will give some special gadgets as a means of saving lives at critical moments.
Zhao Rong collected the maple leaves.
"Thank you, teacher."
Yan Ji stroked his beard and nodded without saying a word.