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I saw that in the west window not far away, Zhu Yourong, who had avoided his sight before, had turned around and was facing Zhao Rong, staring at him with complicated eyes.

Zhao Rong coughed, and was about to turn around and look no evil, but the next second, the Confucian woman in the western window suddenly said: "I will write the words later, Ziyu come in first."

Zhao Rong was startled, and glanced at her expression.

Zhu Yourong's expression had returned to calm, and he met his gaze as usual.

Zhao Rong said vaguely: "It's okay, I can wait a little longer, just in time to enjoy the orchids and cultivate my sentiments."

Zhu Yourong didn't speak, but at this moment, her eyes were open, her waist and shoulders were straight, slim, and the scenery happened to be in a magnificent place, which was exposed to the early morning sun without any shyness, and reflected in Zhao Rong's eyes. In the bright eyes.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and nodded.

Afterwards, Zhu Yourong went to the door to open it, and led Zhao Rong into the study with a calm expression.

During this period, Zhao Rong has been looking at this woman who is not twitching with admiration, but when he followed her into the room, Zhu Yourong's white neck and ears infected by the morning glow still let him know the woman in front of him It may not be as generous and indifferent as it seems on the surface now.

The two came to the desk.

Zhao Rong said directly, "Zhu Yourong, it was half a decade ago that I took the liberty to visit the door today. According to our agreement that day, I can come to you for a cup of hot tea in the middle of the day. Now the time is up...how are you preparing?"

Under his hopeful gaze, Zhu Yourong was silent for a moment, then nodded lightly.

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth curled up, and he was about to speak. The woman in front of him who made it difficult for him to look away raised her hand, "I've already got the well water, but...Ziyu don't worry."

Zhu Yourong squinted and smiled, turned around slowly, walked to the desk, raised her head and winked at him, with a teasing tone:

"Mr. Zhao helped You Rong lead two schools, but it was hard work, but, did you miss a student?"

Zhao Rong looked puzzled, "Who is it? Every class, Yu Huaijin and Gu Yiwu said that everyone was present, and I also counted every class, and no one was absent..."

However, under Zhu Yourong's playful gaze, Zhao Rong's voice gradually became low.

He glanced at the demure and elegant woman in front of the table speechlessly, cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Zhu is joking, I dare not take it. Also, just call me Tzuyu, the word 'Mr.' can't bear it."

Zhu Yourong shook her head, she didn't look down at Zhao Rong, but stared at the wet ink on the table.

"Ziyu, don't be humble. We have known each other for a long time. If you add the days of friendship, we are already very familiar. Ziyu should not be as polite as outsiders. You know, look around, calligraphy together It is already in decline, there is no one before, no one to come after, and there are very few people of the same way, but it is very happy to meet Ziyu... You Rong... in this academy at the end of the world, so don't be too polite and evasive gone."

Zhu Yourong lowered her eyes, she must be focusing heavily on the crescent's head.

Zhao Rong also lowered his eyelids, staring at the words on the table, without making a sound.

Zhu Yourong raised her head and smiled sweetly, breaking the silence that might be coming again, "Ziyu, come and help me see if the word '正' is written with your charm."

Zhao Rong thought for a while, and walked to the table, but he stopped being coy and rigid, and leaned in front of the sticker. The two of them got very close, and looked at the words on the paper together.

Zhu Yourong's meaning in the words just now is very simple, that is to define the relationship between the two of them as just people of the same path, and when they get along, they can just be treated as 'dao friends'.

A daughter is easy to get, but a confidant is hard to find.

Now in private, she is a woman, a respected and noble lady from the academy, a first-class scholar of Confucianism, and if she is right, she is still a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator, and she no longer guards those outsiders. Instead of the etiquette in front of him, he treated Zhao Rong as a fellow friend and treated each other frankly.

If Zhao Rong, a big man, is still embarrassed about this or that, thinking that the other party has that kind of mind, it would be too petty and narcissistic. Besides, Zhao Rong himself has no idea of ​​​​developing in that direction, so It is also a clear conscience to teach her calligraphy and brushwork with sincerity.

At this time, Zhao Rong carefully studied Zhu Yourong's writing for a while, nodded slightly, and couldn't help but said: "Shan, you... How long have you been writing this?"

He raised his eyes to look at the other side of the table, reached out his hand and turned over the piles of handwriting practice flower curtain paper neatly piled up like a hill on the side of the table, and saw that there were no less than a thousand sheets of writing on just one "Zheng" character that he learned from him.

Each sheet is covered with dense ink-colored lowercase letters, which can make the scalp numb for those who are afraid of densely packed calligraphy. However, the unique beauty and elegance of Zhu Yourong's female calligraphy can slightly relieve the monotony. Anyway, in Zhao Rong's eyes, it is pleasing to the eye , although they are all orthographic, a bit weird...

Zhao Rong looked at Zhu Yourong's side face, she was concentrating on the words, biting her lip, wondering what she was thinking, and said in a nonchalant tone:

"I didn't count, I just kept writing and writing until I was satisfied... By the way, Ziyu, please help me read this word, I always feel that it is not handled well, especially its pointing method, I I feel that it is too delicate, which destroys the style of the whole sentence. And this character, its long cursive..."

Zhu Yourong put a few pieces of fragrant flower curtain paper in front of Zhao Rong, rolled up his sleeves, and pointed a few places.

When it comes to calligraphy, it is difficult for her to stop, and all other things and topics are left behind.

Zhao Rong looked around and found that among the characters she pointed out, there were simple but difficult characters for 'Zhi', complex characters for 'Qian', and so on.

Zhao Rong explained a bit, and he would take up a pen to demonstrate in the middle, but it's a bit cumbersome to go on word by word, and Zhu Yourong's question is too complicated.

His eyes are slightly condensed...

After two sticks of incense.

"Ziyu, what should I do with the several horizontal strokes of the character '静'? What kind of brushwork should I use? My idea is that it is dangerous in the ordinary, but neat and uniform. If you draw several horizontal strokes, it looks like a mighty and well-organized army formation." , the majestic and majestic momentum, I have learned your 'Zheng' character, and I have a little understanding, it's just..."

In front of the desk, Zhu Yourong's eyebrows were lightly gathered, and her slender fingers pressed a word on the paper. Because she was close to Zhao Rong at this time, she asked in a soft voice.

"It's just that I tried it all night, and I felt that it didn't make sense after I wrote it, let alone written it. There are countless scraps... I haven't seen you write this word before. My writing skills can't handle it, so I can only try to imitate you. I tried to explore slowly, but I still couldn’t get the true meaning of the sudden enlightenment.”

She tilted her head and looked at Zhao Rong beside her with a little expectation in her eyes. The previous generous and elegant demure changed.

It was like turning into a little girl who was looking forward to being taken outside by an adult to see new things, holding the adult's hand and running forward, her eyes were full of eagerness, and her eyes were like summer stars, shining brightly.

"Tzuyu teach me quickly."

Chapter 273 I just like it, that's all

Zhao Rong didn't expect Zhu Yourong to be so enthusiastic.

Even though he knew beforehand that she should be an idiot, but after real contact, he still couldn't help being burned by some kind of flame called enthusiasm emitted by the woman beside him.

Ge Yin asked himself, even if it seems that he can be Zhu Yourong's teacher in terms of calligraphy, but in some aspects, he is not as good as him.

At this moment, in Lan Xuan's study, in front of the table, facing Zhu Yourong's star-like eyes, Zhao Rong was silent.

He put down his pen suddenly, and didn't try to answer her question just now.

Seeing this, Zhu Yourong's eyes dimmed, but immediately her expression cheered up again, she pursed her red lips, and took a good look at Zhao Rong.

The next moment, the woman in Confucian shirt reached out, silently fetched an inkstone next to her, and poured some clear water. She lowered her eyes, her white hands, and her slender wrists, and began to gently grind the night-black ink for Zhao Rong.

Be quiet.

Neither of them spoke again.

after awhile.

Zhao Rong suddenly said: "Zhu Yourong, do you really think that calligraphy can enter Taoism?"

Finally, when the man next to him asked this sentence, but Zhu Yourong still kept moving, as if concentrating on grinding the ink, her jade lips parted lightly.

"Tzuyu wants to hear the truth or lies."

"Truth." Zhao Rong didn't hesitate.

Zhu Yourong looked up at him, pursed her lips and smiled, like an orchid blooming alone in an empty valley, she smiled for a while, and said softly: "I...don't know."

Zhao Rong frowned.

Zhu Yourong suddenly stretched out a round and slender onion finger, and lightly tapped Zhao Rong's gathered brows.

Zhao Rong froze for a moment, then frowned even more, and leaned back, trying to avoid it.

"Don't move."

Zhu Yourong scowled, her tone was unquestionable.

Zhao Rong's expression froze, and his movements stopped.

Between the brows and her index finger lightly touched.

Zhu Yourong's fingertips rubbed between the eyebrows of the man in front of him, moving slowly, smoothing out the wrinkles on it.

The Confucian shirt woman laughed at Yan Yan.

continued:

"Maybe, maybe you can enter the Tao, there is a glimmer of twilight, maybe you can't enter the Tao, it is an endless road."

She looked at Zhao Rong with a leisurely tone, not in a hurry, "But it doesn't matter...Ziyu, what about you, do you think you can enter the Tao?"

Zhao Rong felt the slight coolness coming from the pad of the index finger between the eyebrows. The pad was soft, with delicate texture, and an unspeakable tactile sensation.

Under Zhu Yourong's gentle kneading and slow twisting, his brows gradually relaxed.

It's just that at this moment, Zhao Rong didn't care about these, but looked a little hesitant, and said truthfully: "I... I am very pessimistic about this."

Zhu Yourong's complexion was as usual.

She withdrew her onion finger and thought for a while, "It's okay, it's normal."

Zhao Rong stared into the eyes of the woman in front of him.

"Then why did you give up Confucianism and Taoism and choose this path? I heard them say...you are the first-class scholar of Confucianism. I don't know what a powerful title it is, but I heard them say that you are almost an alternate gentleman. Yes, but after you choose this path..."

He stopped talking and didn't say any more.

After Zhu Yourong listened carefully, she nodded slightly, "They are right, they are indeed candidates for gentlemen, and before I left, someone told me that the masters in the Confucian Temple have already made a jade ring for me, listen It is said to be a new piece of jade picked from Kunlun."

"Well, it's really a pity."

she laughs.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips.

A gentleman of Taoism carries purple qi, and a gentleman of Confucianism matches jade.

Jue, pass 'decision'.

Confucianism grants the man who wears the ring, and the gentleman is also, and the matter comes and goes.

Zhao Rong opened his mouth, wanting to ask where the piece of jade is, but finally swallowed it back without opening his mouth.

Because the answer is obvious.

In the next second, his eyes turned to Zhu Yourong's waist. It was still just a pure white jade biscuit, although it looked good, but it was still... not a jade ring, without that small, narrow gap.

Confucian disciples all match jade, and Confucian students have no reason, and jade does not go away.

In addition to being used as a keepsake to distinguish between high and low status in Confucianism with strict hierarchy, it is more of a moral character, leaving aside the long-winded eleven virtues of jade.

It’s just that Confucian scholars wear jade pendants, there must be sounds when they move forward and backward, and only when they walk at a suitable pace, can jade pendants make pleasant and harmonious sounds.

Therefore, if you don't want to do something shameful or inappropriate, you must be inseparable from your body.

Zhao Rong is currently only a student of Mochi, and he doesn't pay much attention to the style of the beautiful jade he wears, but when he becomes a Confucian scholar, there will be many more rules, and he must always wear the jade wall in front of others.

As for the gentleman, he wears a more noble and exquisite jade ring with him. This is a status symbol, and it is the same as the purple air of the Taoist gentleman's Taoism. Every piece of the gentleman's jade ring has a good origin. Confucianism is carefully crafted in the Confucian Temple.

All of them are engraved with a unique Confucian motto.

However, Confucianism in the Xuanhuang Realm has a long history, and most gentlemen are awarded ancient ancient jades that have been passed down in an orderly manner, which have been carried by ancient gentlemen and passed down from generation to generation.

There are very few brand new jade rings.

However, a rare Confucian female gentleman is worthy of a piece of new jade and a new motto, which is of great significance.

It's just that compared with the ancient jade, this new jade has advantages and disadvantages.

The ancient jade has been passed down for thousands of years, and it has been nurtured by ancient gentlemen as their natal objects, and there are even many seventh-level Confucian scholars among them.

There are many forbidden runes added to it, and the ancient jade that has been warmed and cultivated is even more mysterious and unpredictable.

Although the new jade lacks this long heritage and the incense of the predecessors, there is no trace of the new casting, which means brand new possibilities and greater potential, and it will also reduce the memory of the previous generations of jade masters. The following causal implications.

Because the beautiful jade is psychic, people are raising jade, and jade is also raising people. The influence of ancient jade is even greater. Who knows what its previous owners have experienced, and the cause and effect of blessings and misfortunes have caused more contamination.

Most of these particulars about the Confucian gentleman's jade ring, Zhao Rong heard Gui said, after learning that the two purple qi of 'cleanness' and 'inaction' are symbols of a Taoist gentleman at the Nuanxi Yaji that day.

According to Gui, there are rumors that there are still a few pieces of gentleman's jade with strange blood coming out of the jade body. They are contaminated with strange karma, or they are very involved, or the reason is still unknown. If the former owner did not die suddenly , If it hadn't been for swallowing jade and committing suicide... Confucianism had to seal it inside the Confucian Temple and no longer use it.

Originally, after Zhao Rong heard this, he just took it as a way to relieve boredom, and felt that he was far away from him now, and he was always concerned about it now.

If it wasn't for how long it took to break through to the Fuyao Realm, if it wasn't for Qing Jun's physical strength in the Haoran Realm, whether he was afraid of the cold at night, or if it was closer, what would we have for dinner tonight? Yushu came to borrow my master's homework again, please don't copy a single word this time...

As a result, in the ordinary life, suddenly, a Confucian woman in Confucianism who once had the jade rings of those gentlemen at her fingertips, now stands quietly in front of Zhao Rong.

And when he heard those things mentioned by him, he seemed to think about it, and replied lightly, "Oh, it was really a pity that you said this thing at the time", but even though he said that, his face was still as usual, and his reaction was flat. There was no trace of regret on her face.

The woman in front of her, whose name is Zhu Yourong and whose name is Weiwei, doesn't seem to think that it is something worth showing off to give up opening a 'slit' of 'Wanbi'.

This kind of person, this kind of thing, according to Zhao Rong's memory plus the experience along the way.

If it wasn't because the hidden desire was bigger and more greedy, or to put it more pleasantly, because he had a high vision, didn't care about the petty gains in front of him, and wanted more and more, so he temporarily gave up the title of gentleman.

or else...

"Ambition, or the belief in seeking Tao?"

Zhao Rong suddenly asked.

There are some things that he wants to figure out, just like in Zhongnan Kingdom back then.