The course schedule in Mochi Academy is relatively relaxed.
There are one to two art classes per day, but one class usually lasts for one morning or one afternoon.
I heard from Jia Tengying that sometimes gentlemen would give lectures at night on a whim.
On the second day, Zhao Rong and Jia Tengying went to Shuxing Hall for class, and met Yu Huaijin outside the door of Suixing Hall.
Just like when Zhao Rong saw her yesterday, Yu Huaijin had a straight face and an unchanging expression. She put her hands in her sleeves and stood quietly in the lobby, looking at the students who entered Suixing Hall and correcting them.
appearance.
Yu Huaijin's thin figure was in sharp contrast with the spacious doorway, but no one among the students who entered Shuxing Hall dared to ignore her and looked down upon her. They all bowed and saluted three steps away from Yu Huaijin.
And she took the trouble to return the favor.
Zhao Rong glanced sideways at this dull and polite woman, and prepared to salute with the active Jia Tengying.
"Good morning, Senior Yu," the two said.
Yu Huaijin temporarily looked away from Zhao Rong, and she saluted Jia Tengying alone: "Brother Jia, you go in first."
After saying this, Yu Huaijin turned his head and stared at Zhao Rong and the regular clothes he was wearing with calm eyes. Although this thick autumn clothes did not have asymmetrical sleeves, the overall style was not very regular.
But it looks like the workmanship is very fine, because it was carefully ironed bit by bit by the weaver, and it looks like an uncut dance dress, with no trace of stitching, and it is completely natural.
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows. Faced with this derivative that most of the students in Sui Xing Hall were a little afraid of, he did not flinch, but looked at her.
Jia Tengying's eyes on the side were darting back and forth between Zhao Rong and Yu Huaijin, with a somewhat anxious look on his dark face. When he went out in the morning, he said he had warned Zhao Rong, but the latter just smiled and said nothing.
Jia Tengying gritted his teeth, and instead of obeying the old-fashioned woman in front of him and leaving as usual, he bit the bullet and said to her:
"Senior Yu, when I got up this morning, Brother Ziyu helped me tidy up the vegetable garden, which wasted time. We went out in a hurry, and he forgot to wear his school uniform. Senior, Brother Ziyu tomorrow..."
"I won't wear it tomorrow." Zhao Rong interrupted without looking back. He kept smiling and looked at the slightly frowning Yu Huaijin.
"Brother Ziyu, hey you." Jia Tengying looked at Zhao Rong anxiously.
Yu Huaijin finally spoke. She looked seriously into Zhao Rong's eyes and said word by word: "Students of Shuixing Hall must wear student uniforms in the academy and be neatly dressed."
Zhao Rong nodded and said: "I can abide by the latter one, but not the first one."
His tone was affirmative.
Yu Huaijin's eyes were slightly oppressive, and he uttered two words from his pursed mouth.
"reason."
Yu Huaijin's gaze, which frightened even Jia Tengying who was watching on the side, had no effect on Zhao Rong. He stopped smiling and looked down at the warm autumn clothes on his body, and her bright smile appeared in his mind again.
Zhao Rong said in a sincere tone: "Autumn means wearing autumn clothes."
Even if you are already half a mountain man.
There is no reason, because this is what Qingjun said.
Yu Huaijin squinted her eyes slightly and looked at Zhao Rong's firm brows, "You can wear your autumn clothes under it."
Zhao Rong shook his head and refused, "That's not the truth. It's just the rigid rules you imposed on Suixingtang. I have no obligation or affection to have to force myself to accommodate you."
The two people's eyes were frozen in the air for a while.
The atmosphere outside Suixing Hall is somewhat solidified, like spring water that is gradually freezing, no longer as fresh and cool as the morning air... Anyway, this is what Jia Tengying feels.
It's just that the two people who were "stalemate" didn't feel that way.
At least Zhao Rong didn't feel too depressed. After all, he was a scholar in the academy, and he still had to convince people with reason. No matter how hard he glared, he wouldn't roll up his sleeves and start a fight, right?
Zhao Rong blinked and looked up and down at Yu Huaijin's calm expression. There was no wave in her eyes. He was so quiet. He didn't speak, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Many students of Sui Xing Hall may think that Yu Huaijin's gesture of being unable to see through his emotions is unfathomable, but Zhao Rong doesn't think so.
She looked at the yellow-haired girl who was only sixteen or seventeen years old. Even if she had a deep temper, how deep could she be? She couldn't tell if she was pretending to be an adult.
Zhao Rong is not afraid of Yu Huaijin.
However, if by chance he wins 10,000 yuan, this Yu Huaijin is annoyed by him and can't help but attack him. Zhao Rong is not afraid. Although he never hits women, he cannot be beaten without fighting back.
Bullying isn't it?
You should still be able to do a backhand uniform, and you have to pay attention to your hands and feet, but you can't have any accidental physical contact. She fell in love with it, so it's a good idea to cut your hands behind your back. She's so short...
Thinking of this, Zhao Rong looked at the thin body of the woman in front of him and felt that she was a sure winner.
But he was also a little worried, worried about whether he would "beat the young one to the old one". After all, Zhao Rong was deeply impressed by Yu Huaijin's random take out of the "ordinary guqin" from his sleeve yesterday.
The other students of Suixingtang didn't know the mysteries of the ordinary guqin, but Zhao Rong had the guidance of the sword spirit. Although the sword spirit was a bit arrogant and arrogant, his experience and knowledge were still convincing.
However, if a situation arises where "if you can't beat me, call someone else"...
Zhao Rong put his hands behind his back, slightly tilted his mouth, and squinted at Yu Huaijin, who had been looking at him silently.
Zhao Rong only felt that as an elegant and easy-going scholar holding books from saints and sages, it was necessary for him to tell a little girl like her what martial ethics was.
Finally, as for this Yu Huaijin, it is impossible for her to be a talented woman whose cultivation level is several levels higher than that of Zhao Rong, and who can subdue him with one finger.
Zhao Rong curled his lips, is it possible? If there is such an evil talent that is above the Haoran realm at the age of sixteen or seventeen, wouldn't it be better to go directly to the four palaces of Taiqing to practice? Just like Qingjun.
As a woman, why should I study Confucianism and Taoism in a thankless way?
And if it wasn't for these, and it was just the cultivation of the Ascension Realm or the Fuyao Realm, Zhao Rong felt that if he was approached by a pure martial artist who was currently steady and steady, he could only be captured... It would be best not to struggle, so to speak.
Maybe I can even tie it up with a nice bow.
As the two looked at each other, Zhao Rong was thinking in a daze.
As time went by, the confrontation between him and Yu Huaijinzi outside Suh Xing Hall also attracted the attention of the students in Sui Xing Hall, and some gradually louder noises spread outside.
At this moment, Yu Huaijin, who had been staring at Zhao Rong with a calm expression, suddenly turned around and walked into the Sui Xing Hall with a straight face and without saying a word, as if Zhao Rong was helpless about whether to wear the student uniform, so he defaulted to ignoring him.
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Looking at the woman's back, Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows slightly and said in his heart that it was true, but he didn't mean to be arrogant.
Yu Huaijin's reasoning is indeed sufficient, but Zhao Rong also has his own reasons and will not give in.
Afterwards, Zhao Rong smiled at Jia Tengying, who was relieved and wiped his sweat. He couldn't help but glance at Yu Huaijin who entered the hall and sighed slightly.
The two of them entered the hall and started today's art class.
Time passed by in a hurry, and the confrontation between a man and a woman outside Suixing Hall that morning seemed to have passed.
Zhao Rong spent the next two days in peace.
I go to class during the day, stay up late at night and study the Confucian classics "Erya". When the day comes, I do a meridian pulse. In the morning, I pick a cucumber and go for a walk by the lakeside to read in the morning. When I come back, I help Jia Tengying to tidy up the vegetable garden...
Zhao Rong took several more art classes from different teachers. Although he had not taken all six art classes, he also met several art teachers.
All have different styles.
For example, what impressed Zhao Rong deeply was that Mr. Painting Art was a tall and sturdy man, nine feet tall, but he wore a gentle Confucian shirt and held a paintbrush in his hand. During class, he liked to lead them into a painting.
Learn to paint among the scrolls.
Mr. Chessman is quite normal, with a free and easy temperament. He likes to sit in front of the chessboard and pinch a piece, looking at the students with a smile on his face, and jokingly saying, "Don't look down, look at the chessboard."
Because his chessboard is in the cloud.
These two art teachers are both Confucian monks with a high level of attainment. Unlike Mr. Le Yisi, who is a mortal, he can take the students of Suixing Hall to the small world of picture scrolls, or take everyone to travel with a big sleeve.
Above the vast sea of clouds.
As for Mr. Shifu, Mr. Jingyi, Mr. Liyi, and the calligraphy Mr. Zhu who Zhao Rong was a little worried about seeing, they haven't seen them yet.
Because the holiday had come, Zhao Rong finally found time to go to Duyou City for a stroll.
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Holiday, early morning.
The sky was still hazy and pitch black.
Inside Nanxuan Academy, it was quiet and silent.
Outside the courtyard that had just been renamed Dongli Xiaozhu, a black shadow climbed over the wall and entered.
boom.
The voice is soft.
The shadow flipped gently into the courtyard, landed carefully, and then furtively moved toward You's lit north room.
This dark shadow sneaked up to the lighted window and quietly stretched out a hand.
Squeak——!
The door to the north room was suddenly opened, and Zhao Rong's helpless voice came.
"Brother Yushu, what are you doing?"
How is it the same as being a thief?
He was speechless.
The sneaky black shadow trembled suddenly, and the shadow, no, Fan Yushu, quickly stepped forward and pushed Zhao Rong through the door.
"Shh, don't make a sound, Tzuyu, lower your voice!"
The two entered the house, and Fan Yushu tried hard to close the door lightly without making any sound.
Zhao Rong twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at Fan Yushu's back, bending over and raising his buttocks as he carefully closed the door.
It's a day off today, and he asked Fan Yushu to guide him yesterday. He didn't make it last time, so it should be fine this time.
Of course, Fan Yushu promised with all his heart, and repeatedly asked Zhao Rong to wait for him in the house and not to go out at will.
Zhao Rong didn't know why, but he agreed.
However, what Zhao Rong didn't expect was that Fan Yushu came so early!
He was also as sneaky as a thief. If he hadn't been familiar with and knew that the black shadow was Fan Yushu, he would probably take action directly.
"What are you doing here so early? Is there something happening in Duyou City in the early hours of the morning?"
Zhao Rong looked at his friend and said.
At this time, there were only two of them in the house.
Fan Yushu said angrily: "It wasn't because of you that Yu Huaijin didn't pursue the matter of homework, but you bought me back. Now that I'm on holiday, this old girl will definitely come to make up for my lessons and supervise me."
I'm studying, and if she catches me, I won't be able to play today."
He patted Zhao Rong on the shoulder and exhaled, "In order to go out and lead Brother Ziyu, I sacrificed too much and took such a big risk. Ziyu, if I turn around I will be caught. You
You must speak for me and don't let Yu Huaijin kill me alive."
Zhao Rong put Fan Yushu on his shoulder and patted him casually. Are you sure you don't want to go out to play?
Zhao Rong walked to the desk and put down "Erya". He had been reading in the early morning and midnight before, and happened to hear what Fan Yushu heard.
Zhao Rong packed some more things, patted them and said:
"I'm ready, what about you? Let's go."
Fan Yushu picked up the tea he had just poured, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp. He was obviously drinking a cup of tea, but he was stunned to hear the heroic drink of "the wind is rustling and the water is cold", as if he was rushing to the execution ground.
Fan Yushu wiped his mouth and said, "Let's go!"
The two pushed open the door and walked out. Fan Yushu was still rushing to open and close the door with a very low voice.
Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu walked towards the yard.
"Let's keep our voices down and walk quietly. We leave the academy and board the carriage I have arranged a long time ago. Then we can escape. Haha, I don't know what the old girl Yu Huaijin's reaction was when she came during the day and found out we were gone.
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Zhao Rong shook his head and did not answer Fan Yushu's words.
At this moment, he suddenly noticed a dark figure in front of the courtyard gate.
Yu Huaijin's words came.
"You're not allowed to leave, you have to make up classes today."