Chapter two hundred and seventy-eighth confidant two good brothers
Sudden.
The scroll in Zhao Rong's hand was lifted again, but Zhu Yourong was stunned and fell again.
boom!
Some dull sounds came from the thick book, which was in close contact with her bright forehead exposed with her hair tied high.
Got attacked again.
The woman in Confucian robes narrowed her eyes, and in the next moment, she snatched the scroll from Zhao Rong's hand.
Zhao Rong, who was facing her from the side, raised the corner of his mouth and asked her to take the book without using any force.
Zhu Yourong grabbed the scroll and shook it one foot above Zhao Rong's forehead as if to demonstrate.
The latter did not dodge.
But in the end, the scroll was still not knocked down for revenge.
Because he is writing.
Zhu Yourong put down the book, propped up his chin, and looked at him quietly like a cat.
Realizing that the woman beside him was silent, Zhao Rong raised his head with a slightly surprised expression, glanced at her, and said softly:
"There is nothing wrong with your writing skills. The gestures and strokes are above the standard. However, the problem of poor calligraphy still exists. This is probably a systemic problem..."
After hearing that she had been quite proud of her writing skills in the past, Zhao Rong rated her writing skills as above average, which roughly means that she was careless and careless.
Zhu Yourong was slightly startled and stared at Zhao Rong with blinking eyes, as if there were flowers on his face.
When Zhao Rong saw this, his eyebrows gathered together, "What's wrong?"
Zhu Yourong shook her head quickly, but her eyes seemed to be suddenly lit up by someone, and she stared at Zhao Rong brightly.
This woman in a Confucian shirt was not frustrated by Zhao Rong's mediocre evaluation, which made her fall from the cloud of feeling good about herself.
On the contrary, Zhu Yourong was very happy.
the reason is simple.
She is not afraid of a long journey, or even taking the wrong path.
Zhu Yourong was afraid that there was no road ahead, it was a dead end, so he could only stand still and look at the sky from the bottom of the well.
The man in front of her now, who was nominally her student, told her straightforwardly. At the same time, his presence also showed that the scenery in the distance was unique.
That's enough. Interesting people and interesting scenes are what Zhu Yourong is looking for.
At this moment, she suddenly frowned, with a look of confusion in her eyes, "Well, Tzuyu, what is...systematic?"
Sometimes some of the words that came out of Zhao Rong's mouth made her a little confused, and they sounded like the dialect of a certain place.
Is it because I haven’t read enough?
Zhao Rong thought for a while, "That's what the overall meaning is. Your problem with writing different characters is probably because there is something wrong in a certain link. It's the same type. After I find it, I will give you specific exercises and try to solve it in one go.
"
He paused for a moment, then continued: "It's like teaching someone how to fish rather than teaching someone how to fish."
Zhu Yourong nodded thoughtfully and said seriously: "I've learned a lesson, Tzuyu."
Immediately, she smiled sweetly, holding the book in her chest with one bare hand, and supporting her chin with the other hand. Her sleeves slipped down, revealing her slender wrists. The woman in Confucian robes stretched out an index finger and tapped the dimples on her cheeks.
at.
She narrowed her eyes lightly and stared at Zhao Rong intently, with a bright light in her eyes, "Tzuyu, you know so much, where did you get it from?"
Zhao Rong lowered his head and said casually, "I had a dream at the beginning of the year. There was everything in the dream. I learned it there."
Zhu Yourong pursed her lips and smiled. After being quiet for a while, her jade lips opened slightly: "Then Ziyu will turn around and tell me about this dream in detail?"
Zhao Rong paused for a moment, then smiled like a spring breeze, "Of course, but I have a story, do you have water?"
Zhu Yourong was startled, then came back to his senses and shook his head, with some small complaints written on his face, "Today I only have enough water for a cup of hot tea, and this well water... you don't know how hard it is for me."
Hearing this, Zhao Rong opened his mouth, but still swallowed what he wanted to ask, "Then...thank you for your hard work, Teacher Zhu."
The corners of Zhu Yourong's lips curled up, "It's not hard. By the way, just call me Zhu Yourong. The teacher is too boring. Tzuyu tell me about that dream."
Zhao Rong twitched the corner of his mouth, "You know how to deal with life. Why didn't you look so familiar when you hit me?"
He glanced at her and changed the subject.
"Wait a moment. I'll think about the words you asked before and break them up for you. I'll explain them carefully and in simple terms."
"Um."
Zhu Yourong made a nice soft nasal sound, and when he saw this, he didn't ask any more questions.
Then, she glanced at the scroll that Zhao Rong brought in her hand.
He picked it up casually, pointed his finger between the pages, flipped through it gently, pinched it with two fingers, and pulled out a thick paper manuscript from the book.
The place you enter is the densely packed Qingyi small regular script that Zhu Yourong is familiar with.
"This is... a book sent from Yamashita to be put into the library?" She opened it with a curious tone.
"Yes." Zhao Rong responded casually, and would return it to the library later.
Zhu Yourong lowered his eyes at this manuscript, which should be based on his reading experience and suggestions from the author. He felt that just touching these small regular letters with his eyes was a different kind of enjoyment.
Pleasing to the eyes.
"Tzuyu's writing is clear, vigorous and plump, and her structure is even, steady and precise..."
She nodded and smiled, and recited a few words with emotion. Then her voice gradually became softer, and she read the content silently.
Just, after half a stick of incense.
The relaxed look on her face gradually faded, and she opened her eyes slightly and stared at the paper, with some contemplation in her eyes.
"Official history may not all be reliable, and unofficial history may not be unfounded..."
Zhu Yourong murmured on her lips. She slowly put down the manuscript she had read carefully and couldn't help but raise her eyes to look at Zhao Rong.
In fact, it is not recommended to be so meticulous when writing these foreign books.
It's not that you just deal with it casually, but the library's request is just to write down the general situation of the book in detail, fill in some entries, so that the recipients of the library can see it at a glance, and ensure that there is no prohibited content.
For example, anti-Confucianism or evil speech can be sufficient.
Some other contents, even if they are fallacies and counter-mainstream remarks that defy the general public opinion, can be viewed critically and stored in the library for future generations to read.
Therefore, most of this can be done simply, just read through and flip through.
Zhu Yourong had written it several times before in his spare time, mainly for the purpose of qualifying to enter the building, because teachers, students, and scholars were all treated equally.
It's just that Zhu Yourong has never seen anyone like Zhao Rong before, reviewing and approving word for word and writing a long article.
Moreover, at the end, it also puts forward a novel statement that "unofficial history can also be used as evidence collection materials for historical revision".
It was just a small matter, put into his hands, and he took it so seriously...
Zhu Yourong supported his chin with one hand and held up the ten-page manuscript that Zhao Rong had written eloquently with the other hand. His eyes turned back and forth between the manuscript in his hand and the profile of Zhao Rong, who was concentrating on writing.
She was quiet for a while, then tightened her hands on the manuscripts that she couldn't put down, tilted her head and said:
"Tzuyu likes to read Shanxia's history books?"
Zhao Rong came back to his senses slightly, "Ah, what."
Zhu Yourong repeated it clearly again, his tone still curious.
Zhao Rong smiled and said, "It's not bad, I'll take a look at it when I have free time."
He paused and added, "Actually, it's very interesting. If you are tired of writing, you can also read books like this. Reading history will make you wise, and learn from the past..."
The young Confucian scholar shook his head and said no more.
Zhu Yourong asked curiously:
"Can this unofficial history also be included in the official books? A few days ago, Youlan Mansion asked our academy to help compile the historical materials on the changes of hundreds of dynasties in the continent over the past three thousand years. I was almost arrested, but I still declined.
After taking it off, several other gentlemen and Shushuzi took charge of this matter and connected with the history museum in Youlan Mansion."
She looked thoughtful, "However, when I see them compiling history, most of them only read official histories from various places, focusing only on factual records. Tzuyu..."
Zhao Rong did not explain, but suddenly asked: "What does the new city lord of Youlan Mansion want to do to compile history? It is said that new officials have three fires after taking office. Is he going to burn it here?"
"Who knows." Zhu Yourong didn't hesitate anymore. Hearing the words, he said casually, "Duyou is the largest monk city in Wangquezhou, and it is located at the end of the Xuanhuang Cape. This is a place of great significance, so the Lord of Duyou
This seat…”
She finished speaking and paused.
"If in several other continents, there were Taizong of the human race and the electorate, this lady would just be an angry little daughter-in-law, but in the current Wangque Continent...
When I walked along the way before, I rarely interfered with the affairs of the mountain at the Tianya Jiange. The north side of Wangquezhou was better. The Jiange was located in Beihai, and there were two large sects to help maintain some order. However, the south side of Wangquezhou did not.
A big power with the right to speak, and many dynasties under the mountain, the chaos is quite obvious."
Zhu Yourong shook her head and looked at Zhao Rong who was listening with great interest. She lowered her head and continued to turn over the manuscript in her hand, but she continued to speak, but her tone was slightly casual.
"Although this is only one of the Three Small Continents and is the most remote part of the Central Continent in terms of transportation, it is written word for word in the Supreme Code "Xuan Emperor Law" that it belongs to the Xuanhuang Human Race and is an indivisible territory. No matter how remote it is,
Even if it's beyond our reach, we still have to take care of it, otherwise Zhongzhou won't be able to justify it.
Therefore, the position of the city lord of Youlan Mansion in Duyou City is quite interesting. It is not high but definitely not low. When Tianya Jiange is bound by the laws of the human race, it is the highest official position of the human race on Wangquezhou Mountain.
.”
The woman in Confucian robes chuckled lightly, raised her head and looked at Zhao Rong, and said leisurely:
"So the big shots in Central Continent, if the new city lord appointed by them is not a frustrated person who was defeated in a struggle and exiled, nor is he a son of an aristocratic family who came here for gilding or retirement, then there is a 80% chance that he is..."
It’s time to do something, but... compile and organize the history books of the Yamashita Dynasty for three thousand years? Before, I thought the last one was the most likely, but now it seems that it may be the first two."
Zhu Yourong has a family background, and he has traveled to various continents early, and has gained a lot of knowledge. He has met countless gentlemen and sages. In the past, he was writing and raising orchids in Yilanxuan, and ignored most of the outside things. After all,
No matter how big the deal was, it would never affect her, a 'stubborn' little girl who had given up everything early.
But now, seeing the man in front of her looking curious and wanting to hear, she told him everything she knew, and patiently told him without getting tired of it.
At this time, as soon as Zhu Yourong finished speaking, he saw Zhao Rong closing her eyes and saying nothing. The corners of her lips slightly curled up, and she seemed to be smiling, but she didn't say anything else.
Zhao Rong raised his eyes to look at her, nodded slightly, continued to roll up his wide sleeves and lowered his head to write.
The two of them have a tacit understanding. Some words don't need to be said in full, and everything is left unsaid.
Zhao Rong raised his eyelids slightly.
The new city lord's character should be roughly the same, and I heard he is an ordinary mortal whose lifespan does not exceed 20 years.
Therefore, it is very likely that he was just like Zhao Rong when he was in music art class... just messing around.
But you can't just do nothing. Zhao Rong, who is good at calligraphy, can hold a piece of piano in his hand and play it casually, although he probably won't listen to it.
I heard that the new city lord named Li sent people to compile history, and he was playing the piano randomly, so his nature should be similar.
Therefore, the big figures from the human race above cannot say that City Lord Li did nothing in the future. He also took care of some things.
What's more, in name, the name given to many dynasties under the mountain to unify their history is also quite nice. It can be used to make friends with hundreds of forces such as Linlu Academy, and it can be used for Duyou City and even the entire Wangquezhou Mountain.
Local forces such as the clan, the Yamashita Dynasty royal family, etc., sent out some friendly signals.
The newly sent Lord of Duyou City from above was originally being watched by the entire continent, but in the end, he only made a lot of noise and made little effort to revise history, and only took care of the people at the foot of the mountain... Then it would be fine, everyone knows what to do.
What? You dare to say that compiling history in Youlan Mansion is too idle? Fuck you.
This is obviously a major event of "the merit lies in the present and the benefit lies in the future"! There is really no awareness at all... Therefore, everyone will cooperate with Li Chengzhong.
At the table, Zhao Rong pouted slightly, no longer acting like a curious child.
Zhu Yourong also put the matter behind her. She lowered her head and stared at the small regular script written by Zhao Rong seriously, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.
At this moment, someone suddenly spoke:
"Next time, next time I will write a special copy for you. This time, I will hand this manuscript to the library and get a pass to study on the first three floors."
Zhu Yourong's face looked a little painful, but he still nodded obediently.
At this time, someone suddenly cleared his throat and said, "Well, um, Teacher Zhu, tell me, my handwriting is so good. Will one day, after I finish writing a word, I will become a saint immediately and fly to heaven in the daytime?"
?”
Zhu Yourong's expression was stunned, and he looked at Zhao Rong, who sounded a bit arrogant.
She tilted her head and said with a sweet smile:
"Of course, of course. I hope that when the time comes, Tzuyu will take the little girl to fly together. Let me see how big your blow is. You can blow us all away without using any magic."
Zhao Rong looked troubled and said hesitantly, "Teacher Zhu's tiger body, if he wants to blow up from below, it will be very difficult to visually inspect."
"…………"
Zhu Yourong bit her silver teeth and said, "You ask for a beating!"
The two laughed and joked a few words, then became quiet again.
However, not long after, Zhu Yourong looked at Zhao Rong again and said softly:
"Except for a poem that is gifted by nature, it is almost impossible to be directly recognized by the laws of heaven and earth and achieve enlightenment immediately...Tzuyu, please give me the best calligraphy later. Let's
Each of them prepares a copy and puts them together.
I will fight for it and let the fellow disciples from the academy who regularly go to Jixia Academy to send articles and theories together, take them to Jixia to try and see if... they can be enlightened by the induction of heaven and earth."
The woman in Confucian robes turned her head and looked westward, staring at the horizon with hope in her eyes.
Zhao Rong saw her in a daze and didn't bother her. He glanced at the returning geese on the horizon in the distance.
That is the holy place for hundreds of scholars in the world, Jixia Academy.
He thought for a moment, then remembered what Wenruo had said to him before, and it became somewhat clear.
Jixia Academy is the most famous place for enlightenment in the world. Therefore, scholars from all over the world and monks from hundreds of schools will try to bring their own articles, doctrines, and Taoist opinions to Jixia Academy, hoping to be accepted by that world.
admit.
If it resonates with that world.
Then not only will you become famous, but you will also receive gifts from the avenue.
Just like the "one source theory of body and function" proposed by Zhao Rong before in Zhongnan Kingdom's Confucianism and Taoism, according to Lin Wenruo and Mr. Yan, after writing it and sending it to Jixia Academy, it would be a good idea there.
A gift from Da Dao.
It's just that Gui doesn't suggest that he do this right away. Let's not talk about whether Zhao Rong's 'little bottle' can handle the surging spiritual energy. Even if he can hold on, he won't be able to handle much at the moment.
However, you can send the academic articles first.
Gui Gui said that when the time comes, above the sea of clouds in Jixia Academy, a brilliant red light will be born that has no owner but only recognizes one person in the world as its owner. It will travel for nine days, waiting for the first person to propose it.
Inductive reception...
There are big and small splendid rays of light, and throughout the ages, they have accumulated in the nine heavens of Jixia Academy, and there are not a few rays of light that no one recognizes.
Therefore, the sight of a white rainbow piercing the sun and colorful auspicious clouds is also a scene in Jixia Academy, especially the former. I don’t know who even abandoned this gift of the Great Law of Heaven with a white rainbow piercing the sun...
At the mention of Jixia Academy, the two people in Lanxuan's study became quiet, each with his own vision.
However, after a while, the silence was broken again.
Zhao Rong shook his head to get rid of these distracting thoughts.
There is no rush to send academic essays to Jixia Academy for the time being. Not only did he return, Mr. Yan also asked him to wait, so that he should not show off to the forest for the time being.
Zhao Rong glanced at Zhu Yourong's handsome profile, standing pretty and looking out the window to the west.
"Zhu Yourong, do you think my current calligraphy is good?"
The woman in Confucian robes narrowed her eyes and asked again: "Tzuyu, do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"
Zhao Rong thought for a moment and said, "Lies."
Zhu Yourong nodded, "It's time to enter the Tao."
Zhao Rong understood and sighed slightly.
It’s not about himself, because as I said before, Zhao Rong is pessimistic about the so-called entry into Taoism through calligraphy.
the reason is simple.
He didn't believe that in this world with tens of thousands of years of history, all the predecessors were incompetent.
Zhao Rong is good at the calligraphy of "Dream Past Life", but it does not mean that if he takes it out in this world, he will immediately become a saint.
It can only be said that whether it is calligraphy or poetry in previous lives, they are all based on the cultural differences between the two worlds. It is not certain which of the two worlds is better or worse.
Therefore, Zhao Rong didn't have much hope in this matter. This sigh was for the woman in front of him.
"Actually," Zhao Rong said suddenly, "I don't understand what you said before."
Zhu Yourong's eyes dimmed slightly.
She twitched the corners of her lips, trying to piece together a smile.
Zhao Rong paused, stared at her, and then said seriously: "But I support you."
Zhu Yourong was stunned.
"Um."
She lowered her head slightly.
In the Lanxuan study room, the wind blows from the west window and the sunshine is just right.