This kind of font that he has never seen before is indeed beautiful, majestic and masculine. Just looking at it makes you feel refreshed and refreshing.
only.
Yan Jidao looked at it carefully again, but still didn't see any mystery in this word.
The calligraphy is beautiful, and he thinks it should be the best calligraphy he has seen in these years, but in Yan Jidao's opinion, it is just like all other calligraphy, flashy.
Come to think of it, this is probably a common dilemma faced by calligraphy today. It is not like the poems of Kai Zhe, a Confucian predecessor, whose value can be judged by heaven.
Zhu Weirui, how do you get out of this dilemma?
Yan Jidao shook his head and looked for a while, but he still didn't see any clues about how Zhu Weirui had entered the Tao. He put down Zhao Rong's scroll and called the disciples outside the door.
An academician came forward and saluted: "Teacher, what are your orders?"
"Go and call your senior brother."
The academy scholar coughed lightly and said, "Teacher, senior brother is not here. He was invited today to attend an elegant gathering organized by Xiaoyao Fu students at Nuanxi Bamboo Garden. How about... I go call him back?"
Yan Jidao raised his eyebrows, raised his hand and waved, "Wait a minute, Jin Shu went to attend the elegant gathering? This is a rare thing. Well, there is no need to call him. You can help me to call your junior brother Zhao Ziyu.
Come."
The academy scholar couldn't help coughing again and cupped his hands, "Junior brother Zhao Ziyu also went to Nuanxi Gathering with senior brother this morning."
Yan Jidao pondered for a while, "When Jin Shu comes back, ask him to come over immediately."
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The sun is setting, the setting sun is like blood, it is already dusk.
Inside Fenglin Courtyard.
Yan Jidao was standing under a lush maple tree with his hands behind his back. Behind him, Li Jinshu was reporting something with his hands lowered.
Yan Jidao stroked his beard and looked at the half-red maple leaves on the tree, while listening to the words of the eldest disciple behind him.
At a certain moment, his hand stroking his beard suddenly stopped. After listening to a few more sentences, Yan Jidao turned around, stared at Li Jinshu and asked in surprise: "Did he really win a purple energy from the east from Tao Yuanran?"
He couldn't help but ask again, "In the debate between Confucianism and Taoism, did you win against a Taoist gentleman?"
Li Jinshu paused in his words. He looked at the teacher's rare expression of surprise, carefully recalled the situation at that time, and nodded seriously.
"It should be so. The purple energy from the east that the junior brother gave to the junior brothers and sisters cannot be fake. Fairy Liu of Taiyi Mansion who was present at the time recognized it. She had seen exactly the same one in Mr. Tao, and Mr. Tao was there.
I will know this matter as soon as I ask."
Yan Jidao nodded slowly, stroked his long beard again, turned around and looked at the maple tree.
His face was calm, his brows were furrowed, he pondered for a while, and said to himself: "The poem about the state of selflessness of falling flowers, defeating the Taoist gentleman in debate, senior brother, this young man you sent is really..."
Just as he was talking, Yan Jidao suddenly raised his hand and picked off a half-red maple leaf. He pinched the leaf stalk and lowered his head to look at it carefully. After a while, he looked at the maple leaf in his hand and shook his head, with a look of regret in his eyes.
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Yan Jidao said softly: "Jinshu, I will call your junior brother here tomorrow morning."
After saying this, he withdrew his gaze from the maple leaf, waved his sleeves and took out an ordinary Confucian classic, flipped it through gently, and sandwiched this autumn maple leaf into it.
Behind Yan Jidao, Li Jinshu stood respectfully and quietly, with a slightly worried expression: "Teacher, what happened at the gathering is now spreading everywhere in Taiqing. I'm afraid that my junior brother..."
As he spoke, he stopped because Li Jinshu saw the teacher with his back turned in front of him nodding slightly.
At this time, a cool breeze was blowing.
The leafy maple trees swayed and rustled.
Under the tree, the pages of the Confucian classics in the hands of the old man were turning with the wind, and as they were turned forward, there were maple leaf bookmarks sandwiched between the pages. The more the pages were turned forward, the redder the maple leaves became.
When the first maple leaf was inserted, it was as red as blood compared with the newly added half-red maple leaf.
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Zhao Rong's clothes were filled with moonlight and he returned to the small courtyard where he lived.
When he passed by Fan Yushu's house, he saw that there were no lights inside.
Zhao Rong remembered something, stopped and knocked on the door. After waiting for a while, no one answered.
"Aren't you back yet?"
He whispered and turned back to the house.
Originally, Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu made an appointment to go shopping in Duyou City today. With Fan Yushu, a local snake, leading the way, Zhao Rong could also get familiar with the things in the city.
But later Zhao Rong was dragged to Nuanxi Gathering by his elder brother.
Fan Yushu said that he had been holding back in Taiqing Mansion for too long, so he decided to go to the city alone first.
When the two of them separated in the morning, Fan Yushu held Zhao Rong's hand and asked Zhao Rong affectionately to keep an eye on Ye Lanzhi for him at the gathering and help her if she had any trouble.
However, at the gathering in the afternoon, Zhao Rong found that there was no need for his help at all. There was already a Fusheng who was only slightly less handsome than Brother Yushu and was helping Brother Yushu.
So, Zhao Rong thought that he should report his work to Brother Yushu, so that he wouldn't have to worry. Miss Ye seemed to be talking and laughing, and living a good life... But there was no one in the house now, and he didn't know where Fan Yushu had gone.
Okay, let’s talk to him another day.
The next morning.
When the first ray of sunlight shines into the house.
Zhao Rong, who was closing his eyes and breathing out, slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the empty room, was quiet for a while, and sighed softly.
When Zhao Rong broke through from the Qingxu stage to the Zhenyi stage, he opened up the Rendu and Du meridians and completed the Little Zhoutian in his body.
Now, if he wants to go from the Zhenyi stage to the Fuyao stage, he needs to open up all the other eight extraordinary meridians except the Ren and Du meridians. Only when his body can complete the Great Zhoutian will this be the sign of officially entering the Fuyao stage.
These days, Zhao Rong has been guiding the "little red snake" in the meridians in his body to attack the eight extraordinary meridians.
However, his meridians were naturally blocked, and his innate vitality was relatively weak, so he struggled every time he hit his meridians.
In fact, the innate vitality of most monks in the Zhenyi stage is similar to that of Zhao Rong. After all, this thing absorbs the influence of physical constitution. Except for a few people with very different innate physical constitutions, this is the case for most people.
However, their meridians are not as congested as Zhao Rong's, so their weak innate vitality is enough.
Previously, Zhao Rong had used the help of Qinan Agarwood to ignite the energy and blood in his body when it hit the meridians, and strengthened the "little red snake" to help him practice, and his progress was rapid.
Now that the auxiliary materials have been used up, we are once again stuck in the dilemma of dripping water hitting stone.
Zhao Rong sat quietly in the room and thought for a while.
Next time I go to the market in Duyou City for my holiday, I heard from Fan Yushu that it is the largest fairy market on Wangquezhou Mountain, with many shops and fairy shops.
Kung Fu, elixirs, magic weapons, rare objects, ancient treasures... there are almost everything you need for practice, and there are even more strange or unknown things.
As long as you have money, you can buy it.
However, listening to Fan Yushu’s words, there is another currency system prevailing in Duyou City, and the spirit stones that have been used throughout the ages are more similar to the gold standard in previous lives, and are rarely traded directly...
As for where the money comes from?
Zhao Rong squinted at the sunlight that broke into the room. He didn't have many spiritual stones on his body at the moment. When he went to say goodbye not long ago, he stuffed more than half of them for her.
but……
Zhao Rong was thinking about something in his mind.
Time passes minute by minute.
At a certain moment, he came back to his senses and let out a breath.
Suddenly, as if thinking of someone, the corners of Zhao Rong's mouth slightly curved, and some heavy haze in his heart was swept away.
He jumped up, stretched out, washed up in a rather expectant mood, and returned to his desk to practice calligraphy for a while.
Qing Jun said that she had something to do in Xiaoyao Mansion in the morning, and Zhao Rong had no classes in the morning, but Mr. Yan had classes in the afternoon, so when they separated last night, they made an appointment to have classes together in the afternoon.
Zhao Rong heard that his senior brother said that they would go back to Linlu Academy the day after tomorrow, and he decided to spend more time with Qingjun these days.
After returning to the academy, it is no longer as convenient to come to the Fourth Palace of Taiqing to find Qingjun.
The most important thing is that Zhao Rong has been thinking about one thing.
He hasn't found the piece of black jade yet, let alone got it. Qingjun said that the jade was on her body... it was difficult to deal with.
Zhao Rong had itchy teeth.
He put down his brush, picked up a book, and pushed out the door.
The autumn morning sunshine is just right.
There was nothing to do in the morning, so Zhao Rong was going to find a quiet place in the house to study.
However, just a few steps out of the hospital, I bumped into the senior brother.