Chapter 342 Brother Rong, I want beauty too! Good brothers)
(A typo in the previous chapter, not ‘five’, but ‘six’)
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Look at the simple Chinese characters engraved on the piece of jade that the elegant young man twisted.
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows.
"six?"
It seems to be a very powerful number. Is this the order in which Yang Wuwei becomes the seed for studying in Linlu Academy, or...
At this moment, Yang Wuwei was twisting the jade piece between his fingers and looking at the pretty little girl waiting by the ginkgo tree downstairs, he smiled and said nothing.
Zhao Rong was silent.
I soon had the answer in my mind.
Just now Yang Wuwei said that "Zhi Sheng Tian Zhi", as far as he knows so far, apart from the few "anti-path magical medicines" mentioned in Gui Shui's mouth, only Nanshan products can have such heaven-defying effects.
Poetry.
The former, as I said before, knows a few formulas, but they are of no use at all, because the main materials of these 'anti-pathological magic medicines' have become extinct in this era.
So the most likely possibility is the latter.
And Nanshan's poems, that is, poems... This is combined with Zhao Rong's current location and the identity of the seed of the elegant young academy in front of him.
six?
The answer is already obvious.
Zhao Rong nodded and said, "Is this a token to go to the floor below?"
The place they are at now is the seventh floor, and the next one will be the sixth floor.
And what's on the sixth floor...
Zhao Rong remembered that Fan Yushu mentioned it to him before.
On the sixth floor of the library, there are all the poems collected by Linlu Academy over the past thousand years.
Everywhere you look, you can see dazzling poems about the poems. You can see climbing up the stairs, falling flowers, and even the legendary Nanshan poems.
As long as one is literate and can resonate with even a small part of the poems, then even a person with perfect cultivation in the Fuyao realm will only be able to break through the mirror and reach the early stage of the Tianzhi realm in just a few breaths.
It's just that except for the poems of Luohua Pin and Nanshan Pin, which are about the state of selflessness, they can be slowly restored after being used by others.
Other graded poems are all one-offs.
Therefore, the entry conditions for the sixth floor of Linlu Academy's library are very strict. Even among the Confucian students in the academy, only very few can enter, and most of them have made considerable contributions to the academy or obtained admission tokens.
As for outsiders, those who can enter are very rare.
Therefore, the sixth floor of the Linlu Mountain Library that reaches Tianzhi can be said to be the most coveted place for all monks below the Tianzhi realm on Wangquezhou Mountain.
Zhao Rong suddenly remembered that Fan Yushu mentioned casually before that a senior fellow in the academy had made considerable contributions in the past few years and was awarded an admission qualification by the academy...
Zhao Rong couldn't help but look at the elegant young man in front of him a few more times.
At this moment, when Yang Wuwei heard the words, Feng Qingyun said calmly: "Well, no matter who it is, you can go downstairs once with it. It was given to me by the academy a few years ago, so I couldn't use it, so I kept it aside. Today is just the time
Remember."
He lowered his eyes to look at the piece of jade that could cause looting on the mountain, then looked up at Zhao Rong, smiling like a spring breeze, "I can give it to my junior brother."
Zhao Rong lowered his eyes and stared at the lively little Qian'er downstairs, "Senior brother, what do you want me to do?"
"I don't dare accept the commission." Yang Wuwei shook his head and finally said straight to the point: "Junior brother, your annotation on the unofficial history of Nankang made me suddenly enlightened. I have a gracious request... Can you go up to the seventh floor and help me?
Compilation of history?”
"This jade token that goes to the sixth floor should be regarded as my early reward to my junior brother. If the history revision goes well in the future, senior brother will have a generous reward."
"As for your status, junior brother, there is no need to worry. I can ask the Youlan Mansion History Museum for you to find a historian position of high rank. From then on, you can be regarded as an official of Youlan Mansion and receive a generous salary...
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Yang Wuwei handed the jade piece to Zhao Rong with a calm expression. He slowly talked about his arrangement and analyzed the pros and cons for Zhao Rong.
Zhao Rong listened quietly for a while. According to this senior brother, going up to the seventh floor to study history is not only more difficult, but also has many benefits.
He lowered his head and glanced at the jade piece in front of him that seemed to be within easy reach.
Zhao Rong knew that Yang Wuwei had said so many words since he came in, and they were actually all foreshadowing this 'unkind invitation'.
Being a Seventh Floor Historian and compiling history will bring you success, fame, fortune and salary. Senior Brother Yang has made it very clear.
Even when Yang Wuwei went to Mochi Academy to find him in person to support him, just now the library manager took him to the seventh floor, which aroused the envy of everyone.
These are all the honors that Senior Brother Yang showed Zhao Rong intentionally or unintentionally about the history of the Seventh Floor.
Now, all he needs to do is reach out and take it to get it.
But, is there really such a good thing?
Zhao Rong suddenly remembered the sweet words and promises he made last night when he coaxed Qingjun to practice sword skills.
Even the concept of 'beauty' was thrown out, and he transformed into the authority of a top student, fooling the scumbag lady into a daze, and tried to swallow a small sip...
We are all foxes of thousands of years, what kind of fairy tales are we singing? You think I am stupid Xiaoxiao...
At this moment, Zhao Rong nodded slightly, took a step back, saluted Yang Wuwei, who looked hopeful, and said sincerely:
"Thank you, Senior Brother Yang, for your kindness. I have thought carefully about it and found out that I really have no intention of studying history. Now I am focusing on my studies. It is at best a hobby in my spare time. I cannot devote my main energy to such an important position. I hope that I will forgive you, Senior Brother."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Rong didn't wait for the stunned Yang Wuwei to react, turned around and left the Nuan Pavilion, and went downstairs without squinting.
behind him.
Yang Wuwei frowned, clutched the jade piece in his hand, turned to look at Zhao Rong's back, shook his head and said nothing.
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Zhao Rong went downstairs, slightly lost in thought along the way, and came to the ginkgo tree where the little girl was.
Zhao Qian'er tilted her head, grabbed the corner of his clothes, and said with a suspicious face: "Quickly tell me, brother Rong'er, why did you come so late?"
Zhao Rong came back to his senses and thought for a while, "I just saw Yan Ruyu, so I wasted a little time."
Zhao Qian'er opened her eyes slightly after hearing this, and immediately looked at Brother Rong'er as if nothing had happened, grabbed his left hand, shook his left sleeve, then grabbed his right hand and checked the right sleeve.
The little girl said calmly: "Oh. I want to see where Yan Ruyu is."
Zhao Rong gently pinched her little nose with his right hand, bent down, and looked at the same level as Zhao Qian'er.
Staring at her clear and bright peach blossom eyes, he smiled and said, "Well, it's right here, do you see it?"
Zhao Qian'er's eyes widened and she saw her own shadow in Zhao Rong's eyes. She was stunned for a while before she realized what she was doing.
Her cheeks were slightly red, and because her nose was pinched, her tone was extremely charming, and she complained: "Well, where did you learn how to coax girls?"
Zhao Rong smiled and suddenly changed the subject.
"Qian'er, if, I mean if, there was an opportunity to go to the sixth floor of the library, Brother Rong'er could help you fight for it with Qingjun, but he gave up because of some concerns that may not exist at all. You
Will you blame Brother Rong'er?"
"The sixth floor of the library?" Zhao Qian'er blinked, turned her head, and pointed at the dangerous nine-story building behind her, "You mean the sixth floor of the library where many fine poems are stored?"
Zhao Rong nodded.
I saw Xiao Qian'er's expression changing faster than her face. She clutched Zhao Rong's sleeve, her little face was full of vigilance, and she said sharply:
"Brother Rong'er, you...you can't be a fool and promise to write a poem for me, just like the love letter you wrote to the lady when I was away. A few sentences are fine, but you can't do without it, let alone take the sixth floor
In exchange for the top-grade poems, I want what you wrote, even if I bring the top-grade poems from Nanshan on the sixth floor of the library!"
Zhao Rong looked slightly startled, looking at the little girl in front of him whose focus was so skewed, and who was bargaining with him in a serious manner, sticking to the bottom line.
Zhao Rong was a little dumbfounded, but then he felt slightly warmed.
Although this little girl is naughty, she is still quite cute, well, except when she 'I want it too' is a free prostitute...
Zhao Rong was filled with pride. He waved his hand and said, "Okay, I promise there will be no pigeons this time, and your poems are indispensable. Well, let's go have lunch first. We have been busy all morning, so let's reward our stomachs first."
Zhao Qianer's eyes lit up, "Okay, what shall we eat?"
Zhao Rong took her down the mountain. On the way, he said casually as usual: "Let's go for a walk. Let's go eat some beauty products at noon."
Zhao Qianer keenly caught a certain word and asked curiously: "Beauty?"
"Beauty..." The little girl chewed again. She tapped her pink lips with her index finger and squinted her eyes: "I know about beauty, but what does beauty mean?"
"Well, Brother Rong'er, what is beauty? I went to your room in the morning and you were still sleeping. The lady got up. When I was dressing her up, I seemed to hear her muttering once when she was applying rouge. She didn't
Explain to me, what is this? Does it mean it can become more beautiful?"
Zhao Qian'er warned again: "Could it be your secret code?"
Zhao Rong, who said something wrong, took a breath and wanted to slap himself. He buried his head and strode forward, "It's nothing, nothing. I'm just talking nonsense. Let's go eat."
Zhao Qian'er became even more suspicious when she saw this.
Seeing Rong'er brother being perfunctory, she immediately stopped and grabbed his sleeve.
Xiao Qian'er, who likes prostitution for free, shouted: "Brother Rong'er, I also want to beautify my body! Well, what can I eat to beautify my body? Don't just tell me, I want to eat it too!"
"…………"
Zhao Rong has black lines all over his head.
Not long after.
Zhao Rong found that he couldn't say anything about "high protein beauty" in broad daylight, which made him blush all the time.
So she found another way and finally convinced the little girl to realize that she was naturally beautiful and did not need to eat anything to beautify herself.
Later, Zhao Rong took Zhao Qian'er to have a sumptuous lunch outside and then saw her off.
In the afternoon, Zhao Rong returned to the library, but did not go to the seventh floor.
Instead, he wandered around the first four floors where Mochi students were allowed to pass, looking for some books related to the Zen Ceremony.
When the sun set over Xishan Mountain, Zhao Rong returned to Dongli Xiaozhu to rest.
In the early morning of the next day, Zhao Rong packed his luggage and set off for the Secretary Hall...