Chapter 7 Pianpian Zhu Sheng, like the sun in the east
Chapter 7 The graceful Zhu Sheng, like the sun in the east
Author: Wandering Toad
Chapter 7 The graceful Zhu Sheng, like the sun in the east
Master Song's face remained calm and he said: "It's acceptable." He made Wang Chong sit down and started teaching again.
The children in the same class had insufficient academic ability, and all of them looked sad as they listened to Song Gonglian continue to talk about the Collection of Six Kingdoms.
The T-shaped class only has one class a day. After finishing it in the morning, there will be nothing to do in the afternoon.
Song Gonglian stopped giving lectures and asked the students to go on their own, and hurried to find the dean.
Xun Fa, the dean of Bailu Academy, was a great Confucian of the time and his disciples were all over the world. When he saw Gong Lian of the Song Dynasty arriving happily, he chuckled and said, "Why is Gong Lian so happy?"
Song Gonglian replied: "It is not a pleasure to have smart children and teach them!"
Xun Fa was slightly stunned and asked: "Where are the smart children from the D-shaped class?"
Song Gonglian smiled and said: "Doesn't the director know that there is a prodigy coming to our hospital?"
Although Xun Fa was the dean of Bailu Academy, he did not manage secular affairs. Wang Chong, a young boy, came to study, so it would not alarm this great scholar of the time. Hearing this, he smiled and said: "Are there any talents among the recent students?
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Song Gonglian hurriedly told Wang Chong about reciting the Six Kingdoms Collection in the hall, and shouted: "This kind of prodigy should enter the C-character class."
Xun Fa was very surprised and said: "Let the child come to my place tomorrow and I will personally assess his homework. If he is really academically capable, he should be admitted to the C class."
Song Gonglian recommended Wang Chong, but he hesitated for a while and couldn't help but ask: "What are the origins of those black clouds during the day and Master Xiao?"
Xun Fa sighed and said, "You are so powerful and so powerful."
As expected, Song Gonglian didn't say much anymore, raised his hands slightly, and walked away casually.
Bailu Academy only has breakfast and dinner, and no lunch. After class, Xiaochong was about to go back to the warehouse and dormitory to endorse books, when suddenly a flash of light came to his mind, and an inscription shone brightly.
This inscription is completely different from the one that manipulates the ancient bronze ring. It is deep, lingering, and vast. It has the meaning of being invincible. It generates a force that wants to pull the young man outside the academy, but the strength is not enough.
Not big, but still manageable.
Xiaochong hesitated slightly, but in the end, the boy's nature and curiosity prevailed. Following the power generated by this inscription, he walked slowly and leisurely out of the academy.
Bailu City is built on the mountain. Bailu Academy is at the foot of Bailu Mountain. After leaving the academy, Bailu Mountain is not far away.
The little insect walked for less than half an hour, and it was surrounded by barren mountains and ridges, with no human beings left.
Although the little insect is bold and not afraid, he is not a reckless child. When he sees the desolation around him, he hesitates slightly and then wants to turn around.
His mind was determined, and just as he raised his feet, the deep, deep, lingering, vast, and invincible inscription in his mind shook slightly, flew out of his mind, and landed among the trees.
A ball of black air responded like this, slowly rising into the air and spinning around above the trees.
Xiao Chong was a little dumbfounded and thought to himself: "This mass of black energy looks like the shape of the old demon Luo, but it is much smaller. Could it be the broken corners of the black cloud chopped off by Mr. Xiao and the old demon Luo during the fight?"
He had the experience of manipulating the copper ring, and after silently thinking about the inscription for a while, he made a move with his hand, and the black energy was indeed summoned into his hand.
This ball of black air is soft and soft to the touch, as if it is nothing. It breaks into pieces when pinched. It is like water when it passes through the hand, and it breaks up and closes at any time.
The little insect played with it for a while and thought to himself: "I wonder if there are any others nearby?"
With this thought in his mind, the inscription suddenly drew him straight to the south like a dragon waking up.
The little insect knew that there was no danger, so he left happily. After a while, he found the second ball of black gas. The two balls of black gas turned into one ball when they touched lightly, but they became much stronger and more solid.
After all, Xiaochong is a twelve-year-old boy, and his sense of fun is not diminished by reading too much.
He followed the guidance of the inscription in his mind that was deep, lingering, vast, like a dragon waking up, and meant that no one could control it. By the time it got dark, he had already found the 19th regiment.
The black clouds merged into one, the size of half an acre, and there were faint sounds of wind and thunder gestating in it, moving back and forth.
Xiaochong was determined to search again, but the inscription in his mind was no longer moving. Seeing that it was getting late, he calmed down and walked back to the academy.
He walked a long distance in one afternoon and didn't know the path. He didn't see the wall of Bailu Academy until midnight.
Seeing that the academy door was closed, Xiaochong was too embarrassed to knock on the door. He found a low courtyard wall, climbed over it, and hurried back to the attic of the warehouse.
Zhu Ying was lying in her clothes when she suddenly heard something moving. She quickly reached out and grabbed a dagger and shouted, "Who is it?"
Zhu Ying didn't see Wang Chong all afternoon, thinking that he had temporarily left the academy for something and would not be coming back tonight. Hearing this, he chuckled and said, "Why are you coming back in the middle of the night?"
He lit the oil lamp and saw that there was a lot of dust on the little insect's body and a tired look on his face. He couldn't help but be slightly surprised and asked: "Where did you go to make yourself in such a mess?"
Xiaochong replied: "It's embarrassing to say that I was wandering in the back mountain and accidentally lost my way. I just found it this night."
He was about to take off his clothes and lie down when he saw Zhu Ying with her hair disheveled, but not slovenly. She had a beautiful face and elegant face. He couldn't help but say: "Brother Zhu is really beautiful. I think he was born in the ancient Song Dynasty."
Yu Pan'an and Wei Jiezi are nothing more than this."
Zhu Ying's face turned slightly red, but there was no hint of embarrassment. She retorted with a smile: "You are not an ancient person. Do you know what Song Yu, Pan An, and Wei Jiezi look like?"
Xiaochong said casually: "Although I don't know, I can't compare to Brother Zhu."
Zhu Ying couldn't help but said: "What do I look like?"
Xiaochong casually recited: "You are as graceful as the sun in the east, you are ten and four years old, and your carriage is following the wind. You have a kind face, a good smile, a good talk, a gentleman, and you are as gentle as jade. You have a graceful appearance, and you are convinced.
It's also fresh, looking forward to the flying gods, and the peaches and plums are coming soon."
Zhu Ying's face turned pink, she seemed angry, and she said: "What nonsense this is."
"I am angry."
Xiao Chong was stunned for a moment and said to himself: "What's wrong with my father's poetry? Why is Brother Zhu angry?"
A few years ago, his father sent a member of his family to send back a collection with a letter saying: "Only for Wang Chong to see, and no other person is allowed to read it." Wang Chong's mother was not surprised either, and gave the collection to Wang Chong.
He gave birth to his son and had no further questions.
Wang Chong's father sent the collection back to his old house, containing more than a hundred poems and dozens of articles. He wrote an instruction on the title page, asking his son to recite it proficiently.
Xiaochong flipped through it briefly at that time, and felt that all the poems and articles in it were unparalleled, and all the articles were amazing. He guessed that it was written by his father. He was worried that his son's literary talent was not enough, so he was prepared to use it to fight for some in case of emergency in the future.
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He admired his father's literary talent endlessly, but he was very disapproving of this matter. He was determined not to use it and not to be greedy for it.
At this time, he and Zhu Ying were joking privately and casually recited a poem praising young male lust, but unexpectedly Zhu Ying didn't like it.
Xiao Chong was afraid of offending his friend and apologized hastily, but Zhu Ying chuckled and said, "Unless you compose another poem, I will forgive you only if I am satisfied."