At the entrance of Dongli Xiaozhuyuan, Zhao Rong reached out and pushed open the wooden door. He glanced around and found that Yu Huaijin, Fan Yushu, and Jia Tengying were all there.
Jia Tengying was cooking in the small kitchen in the west of the courtyard. His busy figure could be seen through the window. Green smoke was rising from the roof of the western kitchen. Zhao Rong had just seen it from a distance.
In Linlu Academy, there are many monks among the Confucian students, but ordinary people and "half-mountain people" who have not reached the Haoran realm and have spiritual cultivation still make up the majority. Therefore, within the academy, every small building has a
There is a kitchen.
It's just that many of the students like Zhao Rong in each class have good backgrounds, either as scholars from powerful families at the foot of the mountain; or as descendants of the rich and powerful families on the mountain; or their parents are monks on the mountain.
, grew up in fine clothes and fine food, and was a slave before and after a maid.
Therefore, the kitchen in the small building is rarely used. Not to mention the grain-proofing spiritual creatures, if you really want to satisfy your appetite, you can go to eat outside the academy. In addition to bookstores and antique stores, the most popular restaurants near the academy are
Restaurants.
Moreover, the academy also allows scholars and students to bring a small number of accompanying students to the hospital. If they want anything, they can send them to get it done. Zhao Rong just saw a lot of accompanying students at the door of Nanxuan Academy.
Went in and out with food and wine.
All those who say that people like Brother Teng Ying grow their own vegetables and cook their own food, and the green smoke that rises from the small building are very rare in this Nanxuan school building.
Then our Dongli Xiaozhu is quite recognizable in the school building...
Zhao Rong didn't know what he thought of, so he nodded slightly, then turned around and closed the courtyard door, turned around and walked into the courtyard, walking towards the two people beside the stone table.
I saw Fan Yushu just like when he left in the morning, immersed in books and working hard.
Yu Huaijin, on the other hand, had her back to Zhao Rong, holding a brush in her hand, and was writing something. However, she was short and standing in front of the stone table while writing, so she didn't need to bow down. She just had to lower her head slightly as she was now.
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Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and walked to the stone table.
Neither Yu Huaijin nor Fan Yushu raised their heads to look at him.
Zhao Rong glanced at Fan Yushu. He had a serious look on his face. He was flipping through a large book with his left hand and writing rapidly with his right hand. He looked like he was addicted to studying.
Zhao Rong's brows gathered together, his expression was serious, he stared at his friend, let out a long sigh, and said with emotion, "I am a role model of my generation, I am so ashamed, so ashamed."
Yuluo, with a look of regret on his face, wanted to move the guqin over, ready to make up for his shameful avoidance of study.
Boom——
Fan Yushu, who was fighting hard with his head down and looking serious, couldn't bear it any longer. He slapped his pen on the table, turned his head and glared angrily.
Zhao Rong's pretended frown suddenly relaxed. He winked at Fan Yushu and coughed softly: "Brother Yushu, please don't be influenced by me, a lazy guy. Cough, stop reading. Read the book quickly. Don't read."
Me."
At this moment, Yu Huaijin, who had been writing with his head down, coughed in a serious tone without raising his head.
Fan Yushu, who was about to get up and fight with the unfaithful "good brother" who got an advantage and acted like a good boy, lowered his head with resentment, grabbed the pen on the table, and continued to write furiously, but the force with which he put down the pen was so intense that it was so hard to write.
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Seeing his friend studying all morning and still continuing to fight with so much energy, Zhao Rong sighed and looked even more ashamed. He sighed again, walked aside, moved the piano table, and took paper and pen to draw the word "正".
However, when he passed by Yu Huaijin on the other side of the stone table, he cast a slightly curious glance at the rice paper she was writing on.
The next second, Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows. Is this boring guy... practicing calligraphy? But before he could take a closer look, the rice paper was folded in half to cover it...
Yu Huaijin's face was straightened, and she was writing with an extremely focused expression. She carefully recalled in her mind all the brushstrokes and movements that the teacher taught her that morning, as well as the teacher's postures and movements that she could observe.
Yu Huaijin obeyed and imitated meticulously, and every time she wrote, she was meticulous and precise. However, at this moment, she seemed to feel someone's peeking eyes. She frowned, her white little hand suddenly turned over, and
The words are covered.
Zhao Rong blinked.
Yu Huaijin did not raise her eyes to look at Zhao Rong. She stared at the folded rice paper on the table with her eyes slightly lowered, and said softly: "Don't take any more leisure time, go and practice the piano."
Zhao Rong nodded and passed by her to get something, but then he looked back at Yu Huaijin. She was opening the rice paper again with a very solemn posture. After thinking for a while, she continued to write, focusing on practicing calligraphy.
Zhao Rong turned around and curled his lips slightly, "Yu Huaijin, you are the one who writes words so rigidly. It would be weird if you could write this word "lively" like this.
He didn't have the meddlesomeness to be a teacher, so he brought the piano practice objects and began to painstakingly draw the character "正"...
In the sky above the small building in Dongli, the autumn sun in the middle of the sky gradually sets in the west.
At the gate of Nanxuan Academy, the students gradually returned after a day of relaxation, and the night slowly fell.
The hours passed by like a white horse, until the moon climbed up from the branches to the sky, and the night was deep.
The fingers of Zhao Rong's right hand were trembling slightly. He changed his hand and handed the paper with the word "正" written all over it to the old-fashioned woman in front of him expressionlessly.
Yu Huaijin frowned slightly and took over the homework completed by Fan Yushu and the fifty "positive" words. Then she pursed her lips and looked at Zhao Rong, and said nothing after thinking for a while.
Yu Huaijin turned around and put away the new ceremony array arranged in the courtyard. This new ceremony array, which only had sound insulation capabilities, was set up by Zhao Rong when she was practicing the piano in the afternoon. If it weren't for this ceremony array, Zhao Rong's rise and fall would have been great.
"The melodious music of the piano" was stopped, it is estimated that students from other Xiaozhu will line up to visit Dongli Xiaozhu enthusiastically.
What makes Yu Huaijin feel most helpless is that with fifty words of "zheng" and the same music, "Yilan Cao" played two hundred and fifty times, Zhao Rong can actually play a completely different tune every time.
It is said that there are two hundred and fifty different styles, well, there is just no style. This is completely...
In the serious words of Fan Yushu in the afternoon, Brother Ziyu's fingering skills are very good. Brother Teng Ying and I are far behind. Such superb skills may require hanging rice grains on the seven strings and putting a very energetic chicken on them.
It can be done.
In front of the courtyard gate, Yu Huaijin held up his hands and prepared to leave. He just paused and looked back at Zhao Rong, but hesitated to speak.
She was silent for a moment, then looked into his eyes seriously and said:
"Brother Zhao, don't be discouraged. The last time you just did it... has made a lot of progress. As long as you take it seriously and persevere, you will always make progress. Brother Zhao, don't give up easily."
Fan Yushu nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes, Ziyu, don't be impatient, practice slowly, we still have plenty of time, after all, according to the current situation, there is no chicken that can surpass you..."
Yu Huaijin frowned, and Fan Yushu didn't even turn his back, but closed his mouth with a strong desire to survive.
Zhao Rong had a calm expression. He glanced at Yu Huaijin's face, which seemed to be permanently stern and unable to smile, and nodded gently, "Okay, thank you for your hard work, senior Yu."
Yu Huaijin shook his head and remained silent.
She took a step back, clapped her sleeves and saluted, "There are many interruptions today. Brother Zhao, Brother Fan, and Brother Teng Ying, please take your leave."
The four of them saluted outside the door and then dispersed.
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Zhao Rong went back to the north room, but did not open the door immediately.
He stopped and stood quietly in front of the door with his hands folded. The sound of the door closing in the south room was heard behind him, but Zhao Rong still did not move.
The night was quiet, and in the yard, unknown insects chirped from the vegetable fields.
Zhao Rong suddenly raised his hand and looked at his trembling fingers. He frowned slightly and felt the innate vitality in his body that had been moving since the morning.
Zhao Rong closed his eyes.
Between the meridians in the body, the "docile" little red snake that used to be quiet became a little "irritable" today, and it became more and more violent, as if it was about to turn into a dragon walking across the river.
Come to think of it, it has been four days since the last impact on the meridians. Logically speaking, the innate vitality that weakened after each impact has indeed recovered. But why is today so special? It is like taking medicine. It is better than before.
The effect of Qinnan agarwood is even stronger.
Now, he is in the Zhenyi stage of the Climbing Heaven Realm. Among the eight extraordinary meridians in his body and the twelve main meridians, only the Ren and Du meridians have been opened. This is also a sign that Zhao Rong can move Xiao Zhoutian and enter the Zhenyi stage.
And if he wants to break through from the Climbing Heaven Realm to the Fuyao Realm now, he must successfully operate the Great Zhoutian.
The Great Zhoutian continues to expand certain meridians on the basis of the Small Zhoutian, and the scope is larger.
How does the Great Sunday work?
Zhao Ronggui once said that the eight meridians and main meridians required to be penetrated by different foundation-building techniques are different, and the meridians through which the innate vitality travels after opening up the Great Zhou Tianhou are also different.
According to the "Ant Climbs to Heaven" he practiced, it was necessary to open up all the eight extraordinary meridians.
Currently, he is still attacking the third meridian besides the Ren and Du meridian, but he is already stuck by this congenitally blocked meridian. He can only calm down and spend time slowly grinding it. However, now this little red snake
The boiling appearance is a good opportunity to break the pulse, but...
Zhao Rong squinted his eyes and felt quietly for a moment, observing the scene inside his body.
Is it Qingjun’s bowl of lotus seed glutinous rice porridge, or Yu Huaijin’s guqin that he has played nearly four hundred times today...
The next second, Zhao Rong pushed open the door and entered the house.
He did not start taking pulse immediately, but went to the desk, laid out paper and studied ink.
Zhao Rong took a deep breath, and as soon as he put down the pen, he began to write with great strength. After a while, his heart gradually calmed down.
An hour later, Zhao Rong slowly put down his pen
Apart from being violent, this little red snake transformed from innate vitality really has no other weirdness. It is a normal sign that it is about to break through the meridians, but I don’t know what external object caused it, or is it just natural?
He let out a breath, slowly closed the window, walked to the open space in the center of the room, and began to walk on a simple boxing pile.
This is the "Negative Mountain Swirl" that Zhao Rong has already mastered, and it is also the foundation of his martial arts physique.
Liu Sanbian once told him that unlike meditating when opening up the Small Zhoutian, when opening up the Great Zhoutian, it is suitable to practice with walking piles, which can achieve better results. This is Brother Sanbian's experience, and Zhao Rong keeps it in mind.
He closed his eyes and looked inside, concentrating on guiding the little red snake to move according to the great *** gate of "The Art of Ascending the Sky" to impact the meridians.
The eight extraordinary meridians are Jidu, Ren, Chong, Dai, Yinqiao, Yangqiao, Yinwei and Yangwei.
The vein he is attacking now is the "Yin Qiao pulse".
Inside the house, Zhao Rong was dressed in Tsing Yi and started walking with his fists.
Riding a dragon upside down, tying the sword and furnace, holding the elbow, taking a sudden step, lazily tying the clothes...
Time passed minute by minute.
In the body, from Zhao Rong's perspective, the "Yin Qiao Meridian" is like a dam, and those impurities that congenitally block the meridians are the rocks of this dam.
The little red-tongued snake turned into a monstrous dragon and hit the dam over and over again, but the dam remained motionless.
The little red snakes collided again and again, as if they had killed bloody wild beasts...
boom-----!
Impurities are the rocks of this dam.
The little red-tongued snake turned into a monstrous dragon, hitting the dam over and over again...
boom-----!
at some point.
Zhao Rong stopped moving his fist and his eyes suddenly opened.
The "Yin Qiao Vein" has been broken!
Zhao Rong raised his head and smiled silently. After a moment of silence, he looked down at the sweat on his body, then turned around to fetch water for a bath.
He noticed that the energy in his body wanted to exert another force, impacting other meridians, and then stood up.
After taking a bath, he casually put on a thin robe, thinking of using his strength again to hit several other meridians, and then stood up to start again.
He walked out of the shower screen, looked down at the thin clothes on his body, and suddenly remembered something.
Zhao Rong took out a small cloth bag from the Xumi things. It was exactly what Qingjun said in the morning that he had knitted autumn clothes for him.
Zhao Rong opened the cloth bag and took out the top piece at random.