Chapter two hundred and ninety-ninth riverside chat
"Tzuyu, don't leave yet, come here and talk."
After the bass banquet was over, the disciples bid farewell to Yan Jidao and left.
Yan Jidao suddenly called out to Zhao Rong who was about to leave with his wife.
Zhao Rong stopped, took Qingjun and Qian'er, and walked towards Mr. Yan amidst the kind laughter of his senior brothers.
The senior brother patted the junior brother on the shoulder and went to deal with the banquet chores.
The three of them, Zhao Rong and Mr. Yan, were left sitting on the bank of the river chatting.
At this time, the weather was pleasant and the water flow on the riverside was gentle. Yan Jidao was fishing with a fishing rod.
Zhao Rong also took out a fishing rod and sat next to Mr. Yan to fish.
Yan Ji stroked his beard and turned around, looking at Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qianer who were waiting quietly behind Zhao Rong.
Just now during the dinner, he was going to give the two girls a meeting gift, but Zhao Rong declined.
At this time, Zhao Rong seemed to have noticed Yan Jidao's gaze and said with a smile:
"Teacher, the high-quality poems you gave me are too valuable. I heard from senior brother that they are all your favorite collections over the years."
He smiled helplessly and shook his head.
"Zhuo Jing and I don't have the nerve to take it. Moreover, we came here in a hurry today. We only brought a few dishes and a jar of wine. The teacher's seabass has already given us a feast. How can Zhuo Jing and I have the shame to accept it again?
Such a valuable thing.”
Yan Jidao actually saw that Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qian'er were both in the Haoran state, and Zhao Lingfei was stuck at a bottleneck, so he prepared to send out those high-quality poems.
This is exactly what they need.
Although from the Haoran Realm to the Tianzhi Realm, if you want to break through in one fell swoop, you need a precious Nanshan poem, and at the same time, the person who breaks through the realm must be sensitive to the poetry.
With the help of this mysterious induction, the surging spiritual energy provided by Nanshan Pin's poems broke the mirror in one fell swoop.
But in addition to the Falling Flowers and Tower Climbing items, although they cannot be achieved in one fell swoop, at least after generating the induction and absorbing the spiritual energy, you can be one step closer to breaking through.
This is why Yan Jidao prepared to send poems.
However, this young disciple declined.
Yan Jidao looked at Zhao Rong's expression carefully and nodded lightly, knowing that he always had his own ideas and should have his own sense of proportion, so he didn't force anything.
Zhao Rong looked back at Qingjun and Qian'er.
He has a vast memory of past lives and is proficient in poetry rhythm. The most important thing he does not lack is the quality of poetry, even if it is Nanshan Pin, which he deliberately keeps a low profile and does not write.
But the current situation is not suitable for Zhao Rong to take it out.
It's not that he is stingy, he is probably more anxious about Qingjun's cultivation than she is.
This prodigal woman had the first-class inner lake vision on the mountain, but she destroyed it at the drop of a hat.
Zhao Rong's heart ached when he thought about it, and he wanted to do something to this stupid lady.
It's just that the emotional dispute between the two of them was a bit complicated before. If you look into it carefully, under Qing Jun's aggrieved and sad eyes, most of this family law will probably fall on him...
No matter what, it is his unshirkable responsibility as a husband to help Qingjun mend his heart as much as possible.
It’s also something that’s on my mind right now.
Although Qingjun's bottleneck can be solved with a suitable Nanshan song, the main reason why she has this bottleneck is the wound of the sword's heart mentioned by Gui.
The direct consequence was that half of the inner lake vision was destroyed, and a first-class flying sword was reduced to an ordinary thing.
This is the fundamental problem.
If you want to solve the problem, you have to start here.
Although on the last holiday, in the woods, the two of them were in love with each other.
It can be said that Qingjun's inner lake is showing signs of slowly recovering, like a dead tree blooming with spring.
But it's still far from being completely healed and Feijian being promoted to a higher grade.
Therefore, even if he temporarily borrows Nanshan Pin's poems to break the mirror and enter the Tianzhi Realm, he will compete with the genius of Taiyi Prefecture who is competing with his wife, and he will win and become the youngest Tianzhi Realm swordsman in the four Taiqing Prefectures.
The first person in the young generation.
so what?
It shows that it is bright but strong on the outside but dry on the inside.
The problem still exists.
Moreover, it is concluded that the next time Qingjun casts a golden elixir from the Heavenly Will Realm, there will still be shackles, the foundation is unstable, and the hidden dangers may be even greater.
Therefore, it is better to stay in the Haoran realm for a while and accumulate.
The Heart Lake Lotus Pond can recover naturally as much as possible.
Moreover, for a genius like Qingjun who is used to being able to overcome obstacles with overwhelming force and have no obstacles in his way, this is actually a rare experience.
After waiting, the cost of time is not proportional to the benefits of waiting, and then we can find ways to break through the mirror of Tianzhi, such as Nanshan poetry.
Therefore, Zhao Rong also quietly told Zhao Lingfei not long ago, telling her not to be anxious and to calm down and practice step by step.
There is a faint hint inside and outside the words that the husband has his own plans.
But when Zhao Lingfei heard it, she just smiled gently and calmly changed the subject.
Just like when the two of them got along before, they didn't say much about spiritual practice.
When she thought about it, the "own arrangements" that Zhao Rong mentioned should be things like the Luohuapin poems he had sent before.
As for Nanshan poetry, well, it’s not that Zhao Lingfei didn’t believe that her husband couldn’t get it.
After all, we are in a Confucian academy.
Zhao Rong asked Mr. Yan and other teachers to spend some huge favors, but there is some possibility that they can be borrowed.
It's just that even if you go through all the trouble to get one or two songs, it's very likely that you won't use them.
Because this requires her to resonate with the poems in order to absorb the breaking point, just like the love letters her husband wrote to her.
It's just that these Nanshanpin poems that I asked for have their own creative backgrounds.
Zhao Lingfei did not study poetry much, and she lacked the empathy of those talented women and fairies who loved poetry.
It is very likely that I have no interest in these Nanshanpin poems that I asked for, and then my efforts will be in vain.
Therefore, Concubine Zhao Ling never mentioned the matter of cultivation in front of Zhao Rong.
Zhao Rong actually vaguely guessed some of the lady's thoughts at that time.
But I didn't waste any more time explaining to her.
Some things are more powerful when done than said.
Besides, he was a little unsure about these things.
The Liji Sword Pill that had been left at the bottom of the Ting Ni Purple Gold Furnace was still missing a small corner and needed to be tempered by a thunder from the mouth.
It's just that Zhao Rong hasn't stopped inquiring recently, but he still doesn't have many clues.
However, Zhao Rong still did not give up at all.
He was quite looking forward to seeing what Qingjun's expression would look like when he took the 'bright moon' out of the furnace and handed it to his wife with ease.
Ahem, I agreed to let him ‘do whatever he wants’...
In addition, Zhao Rong is also concerned about Qian'er's practice.
But no matter what, he would not accept Mr. Yan's meeting gift shamelessly.
At this moment.
Concubine Zhao Ling, who was standing behind Zhao Rong, saw her husband looking back.
She smiled lightly at Zhao Rong.
The latter came back to his senses and smiled the same way.
"Qingjun, I'll talk to the teacher for a while. If you and Qian'er are bored, you can go somewhere else to play first. I'll find you later before I leave."
Zhao Lingfei and Qian'er looked at each other and nodded lightly.
After a while, they left together and went for a walk in the maple leaf forest not far away.
Zhao Rong looked at the beautiful figures of the two lovely people and said softly:
"Mr. Yan, do you have anything to tell me?"
Yan Jidao touched his beard and shook his head gently.
"I don't have anything to give you, I just want to chat with you. How have you been at school recently?"
Zhao Rong turned around and let out a long breath.
He raised the fishing rod in his hand and said, "It's not bad. I get along well with my classmates. It's just that the mid-month exam is coming soon, so I'm a little busy."
Yan Jidao nodded and smiled: "Are you sure you will get the first place in this big exam?"
Zhao Rong immediately shook his head and said bluntly, "No."
Yan Jidao: "..."
The old man coughed lightly and said, "You are very humble."
Zhao Rong rolled up his sleeves, and with his eyes under his thick eyebrows, he stared at the water where the fishhook was submerged, speaking casually.
"It's not about being modest, it's about telling the truth. That Yu Huaijin in our school is very powerful."
He paused, then nodded and repeated, "It's very impressive, well, except that the calligraphy is a bit rigid."
"Is it because you are not good at music? I heard something from Jin Shu. Did Mr. Si not teach you seriously?"
"No, Mr. Si is a very nice person and teaches very well. Well, he should teach very well. My classmates seem to be very engaged in class."
"Then why don't you study seriously?"
Zhao Rong thought for a while, "It's okay, the mid-month exam, with or without it..."
Yan Jidao frowned, "Huh?"
Zhao Rong blinked and coughed a few times, "Ahem...it's a huge difference without it, so disciple, I must study it seriously."
Yan Jidao turned his head and looked at Zhao Rong, who had calmed down for a while, and nodded slowly.
"Yu Huaijin... this girl is quite famous. I heard her colleagues mention it more than once. Many gentlemen said that she has great potential to become the next Lin Lu to study. She may even be a student at Mochi School.
The student stage in the library has been reached.”
He smiled slightly and said, "Her name should already be on the mountain chief's roster, but I don't know where the assessment is now."
Zhao Rong turned around and said curiously:
"The mountain chief is still in the academy? I haven't seen him in some of the academy celebrations on weekdays. I heard that the deputy mountain chief is in charge of the affairs in the academy now, and I thought the mountain chief had gone out."
Yan Jidao glanced at him, but didn't say much. He just said concisely, "Still in the academy."
Zhao Rong nodded.
Yan Jidao suddenly said: "Reading seeds, has Ziyu ever thought about it?"
Zhao Rong stared at the calm water and was silent for a while.
He suddenly turned around, his eyes reflecting two slender figures in the maple forest not far away.
One of them is wearing dazzling purple clothes, and the other is wearing handsome men's clothes. They are standing on tiptoes, picking red maples. The two women seem to be laughing, and I don't know if they are mentioning some guy who didn't come to play with them.
Zhao Rong squinted his eyes for a while.
He turned around and said softly, "Just thinking is useless."
Yan Jidao listened carefully.
The old man smiled heartily and did not turn around, "Then take this mid-month exam seriously and compare with that Yu Huaijin."
Zhao Rong lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Later.
The two fished quietly for a while.
The atmosphere became somewhat silent.
Zhao Rong suddenly said, "Teacher, do you know Yang Wuwei? This senior came to Suixing Hall to find me this morning and invited me to talk to me on the seventh floor of the library."
Yan Jidao raised his eyebrows, "Yang Wuwei? That reading seed? Why did he come to you?"
Zhao Rong looked at his face, pondered for a while, and then spoke.
Yan Jidao nodded from time to time, when Zhao Rong finished describing the general situation.
He spoke slowly.
"Some days ago, the Youlan Mansion History Museum entrusted our academy to help organize and catalog the history books of many secular dynasties under Wangquezhou Mountain. The academy selected several gentlemen and reading seeds to take charge of this matter. They compiled the history in the East Pavilion on the seventh floor of the library.
.”
"Yang Wuwei is one of them. According to your statement, his coming to you should be related to the compilation of history."
Yan Jidao finished his words, turned his head and said seriously to this valued disciple:
"The new city lord, when implementing this matter, should do it as a political achievement. We Wangquezhou is the farthest away from the human race in Central Continent. Tianya Jiange will not do anything that does not cross the bottom line and harm the interests of the human race.
, let it go. In the past, almost no one cared about this end of the world.”
"The new city lord was sent to serve, and he must have taken back some authority. The history compilation issue that is now being promoted by our academy and other forces, currently seems to have no connection or impact on the immortal families on the mountain. It is just taken back.
Having some say over Yamashita has added some constraints to those dynasties and royal families."
His tone was somewhat serious.
"However, getting involved with Yamashita is a troublesome and thankless task after all. Ziyu, my senior brother recommends you to go up the mountain to the academy, just to study with peace of mind. Now you have to focus on your studies, so this is my suggestion for compiling history.
Just don’t mix it.”
Zhao Rong looked thoughtful.
Yan Jidao added: "But Senior Brother Yang of yours is very unusual. You can go upstairs to the meeting and get to know him. There is no harm in it. These are my suggestions. You can weigh the specifics yourself."
Zhao Rong nodded slightly, remained silent, and put down the fishing rod.
He sat upright and said to the old man in front of him: "Thank you, teacher, for your advice."
Yan Jidao stroked his beard and smiled.
After a while, the two chatted for a while, and Zhao Rong was ready to leave.
Yan Jidao suddenly seemed to have something in his mind and said, "I heard that you became Zhu Yourong's assistant?"
Zhao Rong was startled, and after looking at the old man's expression, he roughly knew that this might be the purpose of asking him to stay today.
He nodded.
Yan Jidao wanted to speak.
Zhao Rong has already spoken, "Teacher, I know what's appropriate."
Yan Jidao nodded, and suddenly said: "Did Mr. Meng, your etiquette class teacher, go down the mountain? Isn't he in the academy?"
Zhao Rong nodded.
Yan Jidao thought for a while and said slowly: "Mr. Meng, please be nice in class and don't offend her."
Zhao Rong was curious and asked the reason.
Yan Jidao smiled and said nothing.
Not long after, Zhao Rong left with Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qian'er.