Nanxuan Academy is located at the foot of a green mountain, with a row of various buildings, quietly hidden in the darkness.
The new light of the autumn moon has fallen, and the misty light spreads across the quiet courtyard.
Looking from the sky to the human world, there are occasionally a few orange candles in the school building.
The warm candlelight and the cold moonlight were mixed together, and the interface between the two was vaguely blurred, as if they were about to melt into the night.
And somewhere in the courtyard called Dongli Xiaozhudi.
There is also a student house, which is one of them.
The north room was the same as usual every night, with the lights still on in the windows.
Inside the half-covered paper window that shines with orange light, stacks of manuscripts are piled up, in front of tables and desks with mountains of books.
A young Confucian scholar with black hair tied up casually was leaning on the table with one elbow, curling the fingers on the back of his hand, supporting his head, and quietly closing his eyes.
The body swayed slightly from time to time.
Next to the other hand spread out on the table, there are a few bright yellow apricot leaves, which seem to have some words written on them, lying quietly on the table.
A candle on the table cast the shadows of the man and the objects on the desk on the wall.
Suddenly, the shadows swayed one after another, and it was the orange fire that was dancing.
As if disturbed by a gust of autumn wind blowing outside the window.
Light and shadow intersect in the house.
Zhao Rong opened his eyes, put down his hands, and leaned back.
He stared blankly at the messy desk, his eyes swept over the maple leaves, and then turned to look at the window where the cool breeze was letting in.
Zhao Rong's eyes were as bright as stars, seeming to light up the dim orange light in the room.
It's just that there was still some lazy sleepiness in his eyes, and he was in a trance.
Zhao Rong shook his head and stood up, closed the window, returned to the table and sat down again, rubbing his face vigorously with both hands.
He almost fell asleep again just now.
I don’t know if I have been working too hard these past few days, but late at night when people are quiet, I always feel a little sleepy.
Yesterday afternoon, after assigning homework to the students of Shuixing Hall and announcing the make-up lessons that had been planned for a long time, Zhao Rong returned leisurely.
At night, he hit the eight extraordinary meridians again.
Five strange meridians have been successfully broken before, but now there are three left, namely the Yang-dimensional meridians, the Yin-dimensional meridians, and the Chong meridians.
With the stamina of the fifth cup of Zhengguanjing water he drank from Zhu Yourong a few days ago, he has been hitting the 'Chongmai' these days.
The progress was good tonight. Even if the little red snake has not yet succeeded in transforming into a dragon, the effect is not as powerful as before.
That great pass within the 'Chongmai' is about to be broken through.
However, Zhao Rong also learned from the previous experience and did not rush in. Instead, he carried out the process in stages and spent several nights working steadily.
Therefore, after completing the day's progress, he stopped when enough was enough.
The lesson learned from being too hasty last time is still fresh in my mind.
According to the current progress, Zhao Rong is sure to be promoted to Fuyao before the Mid-Autumn Festival...
Inside the house at this moment.
Zhao Rong looked at the swaying orange fire and frowned slightly.
The signs that he was about to fall asleep again made him secretly vigilant.
According to Zhao Rong's experience since he started practicing mountaineering, it is normal for mountain people at this level not to feel sleepy for most of the day. Meditating means resting, and they will be full of energy the next day.
I haven't practiced too hard recently, and I don't feel a little tired.
I just wondered why I was so sleepy just now. I seemed to be dreaming about something. It seemed like some pictures full of pen and ink lines... But I woke up before I could see clearly.
Zhao Rong rubbed his face, muttered a few words, and shook his head.
You need to be more careful when doing pulse pulse these days.
However, today is the holiday again.
Not knowing what he thought of, he smiled and then stretched out his hand.
There was a pile of paper manuscripts like a hill on the table, with different handwritings. Zhao Rong continued to take one, looked at it carefully under the orange light, and picked up the ink pen to make corrections.
These are the homework assignments for the students of Zhengyi Hall and Suixing Hall.
In the candlelight, Zhao Rong lowered his head, writing on his hand, his face focused.
Just write and write.
He frowned and relaxed from time to time.
Sometimes he nodded slightly and made a stroke with his wrist.
Sometimes he raised his brows, raised the corners of his mouth, and moved his hand to write more briskly.
But sometimes, Zhao Rong couldn't help but spread out the rice paper with both hands and look at it carefully, frowning and taking a breath, and then pretended to tear up the words that looked like dirty eyes.
However, after resisting the impulse and feeling miserable for a while.
He would get up and walk around the house several times, thinking about something.
Then he returned to the table and picked up the words "Kill him old" again. After reading them from beginning to end, he picked up his pen and concentrated on writing improvement comments.
These are things that Zhao Rong has done every night since he became a teaching assistant in calligraphy classes in two schools.
Although the calligraphy class during the day was "Happy Education", taking two classes of students to play around.
But as he confessed to Gu Yiwu before, the essence of calligraphy lies in 'comprehension' and 'engineering'.
Both are indispensable.
In daily classes, we let them understand that the homework assigned to the students after class is "work study" and let them practice hard.
Moreover, although Zhao Rong rarely talks about the secrets of calligraphy in class.
However, Zhao Rong carefully marked every homework they handed in.
Moreover, according to the different situations of each student, he gave guidance and circled the deficiencies in the comments on each assignment.
Sometimes I even took the trouble to write thousands of words of improvement suggestions.
It can also be regarded as teaching students in accordance with their aptitude.
And these behind-the-scenes tasks have taken up most of Zhao Rong’s time after class.
This is one of the reasons why the impact of the 'Chongmai' has to be completed in stages over several days.
As for the effect of his all-night 'work'.
Zhao Rong sighed softly.
The effect at Zhengyi Hall is quite good, but here at Suixing Hall...
It's not that there were more words that caught his eye in the former school than in the latter school.
Rather, the students of Zhengyi Hall are progressing faster than the students of Xing Hall.
From the current point of view, the overall situation of Suixingtang is better.
Among them, Zhao Rong found that many of his classmates were really good at handwriting.
For example, Li Xueyou.
Zhao Rong admired his delicate and elegant calligraphy.
Moreover, she should have read some of the instructions in the comments carefully after receiving them, and she was making progress every time.
Zhao Rong only felt that the words were just like the person, elegant and delicate...
For example, Yu Huaijin.
Although his calligraphy skills are too strong, his foundation is indeed excellent and he has learned a lot from Zhu Yourong's calligraphy.
After practicing hard, there weren't many problems in engineering.
It would be even better if we could add some spirituality, that is, ‘comprehension’.
It's no less than the finishing touch, but this is the most difficult thing.
Zhao Rong felt that his words were just like his words.
Being strict and rigid, this is very 'Yu Huaijin'...
Another example...Fan Yushu.
When Zhao Rong first met him, he discovered that this seemingly unreliable friend was actually good at cursive calligraphy.
Fan Yushu's handwriting is quite free and elegant, but also somewhat regular.
The writing is exquisite, but within the rules, it is free and unrestrained, which seems to be a bit "cursive".
I don’t know how this guy who doesn’t even bother to copy his homework on weekdays can practice.
Is it possible that Brother Yushu also has a history of struggle that is unknown to everyone?
He is still a treasure boy.
As for whether it is the same as writing a love letter, it was practiced for that Miss Ye.
Zhao Rong thinks this possibility is quite low.
Because calligraphy, especially cursive handwriting, is different from regular regular script. It requires daily practice.
This was also the reason why he was a little confused and surprised.
However, Zhao Rong remembered that Fan Yushu once mentioned when he was drinking that his family's thatched cottage shop on Wangquezhou Mountain had a very large business, so... family tradition?
Zhao Rong shook his head slightly, thinking that he would ask Fan Yushu if he had the opportunity another day.
As for the words of other students in Shuxingtang.
Brother Teng Ying and another introverted student in the hall who I heard was doing well in academics, both of them can write very well. They must study hard and practice hard after class.
Well, also, Wu Peiliang’s calligraphy is quite good...
He must be a book boy, Zhao Rong thought.
Especially after he corrected the comments again and again and sent them out, until recently, the words he submitted were getting better and better...
This made Zhao Rong want to meet Wu Peiliang's book boy...
In front of the desk, Zhao Rong laughed.
After a while, he continued to bury his head in his desk, focusing on correcting the homework of the students of Justice Hall.
Therefore, Zhao Rong feels that overall, the calligraphy of Suixingtang students is better than that of Zhengyitang students.
But except for the few people who just flashed in his mind, they have made rapid progress.
The overall progress of Suixing Hall is not as fast as that of Zhengyi Hall.
What determines this is attitude.
The night flows quietly.
Everything is silent.
In the north room of Dongli Xiaozhu, a young Confucian scholar is sitting at his desk, bowing his head and writing rapidly.
The height of the hill piled with manuscripts on the desk gradually decreased, and the mountain of books was 'moved' to another place one by one.
The lamp was held by a hand with ink spots on the back, holding scissors and cutting off the wick again and again.
The young Confucian scholar immersed himself in writing, but occasionally he would take out an apricot leaf after correcting a word.
After a moment of silence, I gently wrote words for some distant friends on it.
Sometimes, he would slowly stop the pen in his hand, go to the window, raise his hand to support the window, and gently raise his head.
Quietly looking at the bright moon gradually setting towards the west.
I don’t know who I’m thinking of.
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Today seems a little different from the past.
The quiet mornings in the past were filled with holiday-specific vitality.
Linlu Academy became lively early in the morning.
It's just that in Mochi Academy and Suixing Academy, it's not like this.
In the early morning, the students of Suixing Hall gathered together.
It's just that unlike the bustle in other places on holidays, there is silence in the lobby.
Zhao Rong, who had arrived early and was waiting, stood on the podium.
His expression was calm, he tapped the table with two fingers, and looked at the students below.
Yu Huaijin was collecting the homework assigned yesterday during the banquet.
Except for Jia Tengying and other students who are usually honest and hard-working, most of the other students in Suixing Hall have gloomy faces, and their expressions are mixed with fatigue.
Some students raised their sore wrists and handed the "little homework" from someone's mouth to Senior Yu.
The word "forever", a thousand times.
It was completed in one night, so it was a bit rushed.
However, what made the students of Suixing Hall even more unhappy was the make-up lesson this morning.
Zhao Rong noticed some 'dangerous' sights and felt a little embarrassed.
After all, even if the dragon-slaying boy turns into an evil dragon, he still has to go through a process of adaptation, right?"
It was the first time for Zhao Rong to give extra lessons to students on a holiday, which made Zhao Rong feel a little guilty.
I was wondering if I should explain or encourage someone to calm down the atmosphere.
However, when I think about the 'attitude' problem I discovered while correcting Su Xingtang's homework in the past few days.
He pursed his lips and suddenly said:
"From today until the mid-month exam, we will study the calligraphy class in a different way. We won't take you on a trip. You should just practice calligraphy in the school. I will watch from the side..."
Students of Suixing Hall, you look at me and I look at you, exchanging glances.
Wu Peiliang curled his lips and shook his head. Couldn't you have taught me this way earlier? It's a waste of so much time.
However, although many students thought so, they felt that Zhao Rong had hidden the secret skills of writing good calligraphy and led them around.
However, when I think about the calligraphy class in the future, I can no longer go out and have fun.
Everyone still felt a little disappointed in their hearts.
Zhao Rong glanced around and took in everyone's expressions.
He shook his head secretly in his heart, but he didn't say anything and said calmly:
"Everyone is here, let's go to class."
As soon as the words fell,
Suddenly, a slender figure appeared outside Suixing School.
Everyone turned around and saw that it was Sima Duyi.
He walked straight to Li Xueyou, saw the tiredness on her face and twisted her wrists, and frowned:
"Xiaoxueyou, what's going on? Is someone bullying you?"
Sima Duyi looked around.
The students of Suixing Hall turned their heads to look at Zhao Rong.