"Teacher, why don't I just choose Classics, Yi, Confucianism and Taoism? I think it's good to learn this from you, teacher. I don't have to think about it anymore..."
Zhao Rong looked at Mr. Yan's expression and hesitated slightly.
Yan Jidao frowned, "No, haven't you listened to what I just told you?"
Zhao Rong said in a helpless tone, "The students have listened. It's just that the students have some understanding of other arts and feel that choosing the path of classics and righteousness is quite suitable for them. There should be no regrets in the future."
In fact, there are six Confucian arts, namely, the art of classics and poetry, the art of etiquette, music, chess, and painting... Well, let’s add the illusory art of calligraphy to the list. Zhao Rong thinks that the art of classics and justice is the most suitable for him.
Jingyi, or Jingye, is the study of Confucian classics, which requires down-to-earth learning.
Together with poetry and poetry, it is called the two major arts of Confucianism, but in fact it is more important than the latter. Among Confucians in the world, the most people follow this path, whether they are scholars or gentlemen and wise men.
Because the meaning of the classics is the most fundamental way of Confucianism, a simple and easy-to-understand term is "continuing the unique learning for the sake of the saints."
Zhao Rong carefully weighed the knowledge about Confucianism he had learned in his previous life, and still felt that Confucianism and Taoism were the most suitable for him.
He had also thought about poetry, but he still felt that if he had to choose one of the two, it would be the classics and meaning.
As for other arts, Confucianism and Taoism, they are either too small or have never been involved.
Yan Jidao was silent for a moment and shook his head, "No, you have to take all the art classes this year. The specific decision will be made after one year."
"teacher……"
"Don't mention it again."
Zhao Rong stopped talking, looked at Mr. Yan's serious expression, and pursed his lips.
He lowered his eyes and said, "I understand, teacher."
Yan Jidao's brows were still not loosened, with a look of worry on his face, and he said in a deep voice: "Ziyu, you can't be careless about other arts. The college has set up so many arts for new students. It's not just for screening, but there are also some more
There is a profound meaning in it.”
He stared at Zhao Rong, who was silent, and said in a serious tone: "After you return to the academy, I will pay close attention to your daily assessment results in the seven arts and ask your arts gentlemen, Ziyu, you must
qualified."
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows slightly, and when he saw this, he could only raise his eyes and nod, and saluted Yan Jidao, "Student understands."
However, despite what he said, he still had some thoughts of his own in his heart...
After Yan Jidao heard this, he stroked his beard and nodded, "That's very good."
Under the maple tree, the atmosphere between the two was a little serious for a while.
Zhao Rong coughed slightly and spoke again, changing the topic and asking Yan Jijing some academic questions.
Not long after.
Zhao Rong was watching and learning from the sidelines, so he stepped forward to help and cut the maple trees with Yan Jidao.
The autumn day was warm and the morning breeze was cool. Under the red tree, the two of them were picking leaves and chatting.
Talk about reading, gardening, and the Book of Songs.
Zhao Rong even listened with interest to Yan Jidao's conversation about the depth of winter wheat sowing in ordinary farmers down the mountain.
Gradually, the two of them talked about everything.
Perhaps because Yan Jidao had been a teacher for many years, his conversations could not help but take on an instructive tone.
But Zhao Rong didn't feel bored and listened attentively.
The morning passed unknowingly, the autumn sun crept up quietly, and the trees were gradually covered with maple leaves.
Outside the gate of Fenglin Courtyard.
Li Jinshu, who had been standing quietly on duty, couldn't help but look back at the door at a certain moment.
Looking from a distance, a pair of teachers and students were picking red leaves under a lush and towering maple tree, laughing and talking from time to time...
"Teacher, is the student's cultivation level too low? And... his cultivation qualifications are not very good either."
The air was quiet for a while.
"Who said that, Ziyu, you are already very good now. The level of cultivation is not that important to an aspiring man. Not long ago, the new city lord who was sent to Duyou City by Zhongzhou also had no cultivation.
Ordinary man? The huge Youlan Mansion manages millions of monks and mortals in Duyou City, and can even dispatch the seventh-level Sword Immortal of the Sword Pavilion. Such authority can still be firmly controlled by a mortal like him."
"But teacher..."
"Tzuyu, you must not belittle yourself. At the stage of reaching the Heaven Realm, you have already surpassed many of your peers in the academy. You can be content with what you have. You don't have to compare yourself with those students who are born with good cultivation aptitudes. You also have your own..."
"Ahem, no, teacher, I just want to ask if you have any panacea that can be used to quickly practice and improve your realm. Give me one for my students." Zhao Rong scratched his head and said in a somewhat embarrassed tone, "Really
No, just a pill that can help me reach the Heaven Realm faster."
Yan Jidao: "..."
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In the end, Zhao Rong still didn't get any "magic pill" that could make his realm soar.
At that time, Mr. Yan had a straight face, his facial muscles were twitching, he pursed his lips and forcefully said "no", and soon told Zhao Rong to get out.
Zhao Rong said goodbye to his senior brother and left Maple Forest Courtyard.
He raised his head and looked at the sun. It was almost noon and he stepped forward. He wanted to go to Xiaoyao Mansion to pick up Qingjun, but just after taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped. He secretly said that it was dangerous, turned around and changed the way, and returned to the courtyard where he lived.
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Zhao Rong entered the room and put the paper note, which he didn't know whether it had been scented with incense or kept somewhere close to Mr. Zhu's body for a long time, so that the fragrance refreshed his heart and lungs, in a miscellaneous book that he didn't like to read, and turned around to change it.
A clean shirt.
He lowered his head and sniffed around, nodded with satisfaction, and then went to look for Qingjun in a bright mood.
In the next two days, although Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei were already married, they were like lovers who had just fallen in love. They were always together, and they would always have their fingers clasped together when walking. Sometimes, when no one was around, Zhao Lingfei would lightly hug Zhao Rong's arm.
During the day, Zhao Lingfei accompanied Zhao Rong to Mr. Yan's class.
After class, the two of them joined hands to go sightseeing in the Four Prefectures of Taiqing, looking for secluded areas and admiring the maples.
I don't know how many strange looks I received from others along the way, but they didn't pay attention to them.
The two of them seemed to have regained their childhood innocence, and actually rekindled their novel interest in flowers, plants, trees and rocks.
Zhao Rong took Zhao Lingfei up and down the mountain, feeling bored.
Sometimes even if we don't talk, just leaning together to bask in the sun, it feels like a different kind of fun. Feeling the real presence of the other person beside you, leaning against each other and guessing each other's thoughts, you feel like you are in the world.
First class pleasure.
How can it be boring.
And in the past two days, there seemed to be a vague tacit understanding between the two.
Neither of them asked anything about the other's practice.
It was as if Concubine Zhao Ling didn't know that Zhao Rong was in the heavenly realm.
Not a word was mentioned.
Zhao Rong followed his wife and pretended to be stupid, but he was still thinking about the broken sword heart that she had never revealed to him.
Zhao Rong felt a little distressed.
And so on until dusk on the third day.
Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei held hands and walked on the way back to Nanci Jingshe.
The setting sun lengthened their shadows.
Their steps are very slow.
Because we both know that we will be separated temporarily tomorrow.
Zhao Rong will return to Linlu Academy with Mr. Yan tomorrow morning together with his senior brothers.
Although Linlu Academy is not too far from the four Taiqing mansions, it is no longer as convenient as it is now...