Chapter Five Hundred and Twelfth Songs Ending and Dispersing, Qingjun's Family Letter
(PS: It’s a bit short, there’s still half of it, brothers, I’ll refresh at 8:30 tomorrow morning…)
At this time, on the way down from Jiyue Mountain.
Realizing that Zhao Rong seemed to be starting to 'say a few words' again, he said 'hmm' twice, trying to deal with it.
Zhao Rong didn't seem to care. He was quiet for a moment, stared ahead, and said seriously:
"I can help him out of favor."
There was a pause.
"But it can only be the icing on the cake, and cannot be a waste of time. This is a fundamental problem."
"So, I was thinking that if I organize this ceremony seriously and complete the two rituals to connect heaven and earth, I can make the spiritual heavens look here and take a serious look at this human boy who is less than ten years old.
The king, give even a so-so auspicious response..."
The young Confucian scholar nodded, "As for this stove, I can understand it clearly and throw it into the lake without hesitation."
Gui thought for a while, "Oh? What if the Heavenly Dao looks down upon that silly little emperor and feels that he has no future prospects and his reaction is unremarkable? How should you deal with it? Don't you throw the Tingni Purple Gold Furnace into it for tempering? Even if it's just
Just a little effort, just by the way?"
Zhao Rong looked at the mountain road ahead with a normal expression, and nodded calmly, "Of course it means that he has no fate, and I, the gentleman, can't help him."
He said goodbye, thought again, shook his head, "I don't understand, and I think it's very hypocritical, but I respect your principles."
It changed its words again, "But the situation at the Zen ceremony just now seems to be different from what you thought. Zhao Rong, what do you think?"
The young Confucian scholar smiled and looked up at the first bright moon, with a smile on his face.
"Of course I am happy."
His smile became brighter and brighter:
"I didn't expect such great auspiciousness to come directly this time. It's almost like the legendary god descended from the ground."
"It must be that Heavenly Dao saw this interesting young man and saw some future that we don't know... In addition, ahem, Heavenly Dao is quite generous to me, Mr. Zhao, and the moon directly helped me shock Meng Zhengjun and the whole audience.
of leaving people."
Speaking of which, Zhao Rong looked at the top of the mountain and put it down, shook his head and sighed:
"But this time I was so happy that I felt helpless. I didn't consider this possibility beforehand. I had too many thoughts at the end of the Zen ceremony. I forgot to stop Wangque for a moment, and made the mistake of letting him throw the Tingni Purple Gold Furnace away.
Go down."
"The auspiciousness of the first bright moon has already made this grand ceremony of enshrining a monk a complete success...throwing the stove in again will trouble me, Mr. Zhao, who likes to add icing on the cake and troubles a lot of things first, to fish it out..."
He smiled self-deprecatingly, paused in thought for a moment, and shook his head:
"It's okay. Let's stay one more day at Jiyue Mountain. When there are fewer people, we can find a way to fish out the stove and sword pills...and also finish up the other little things...I'll find a reason to give it to Brother Yiwu in the afternoon.
They will follow Meng Zhengjun back first."
The young Confucian scholar started arranging his itinerary as if talking to himself.
Gui Anjing listened for a moment and suddenly chuckled: "Oh, you really are there, Zhao Rong. Most people in the world try their best to provide help to others when they need it. But it turns out that it's better for you, thinking of how to provide that little one.
The emperor goes to add icing on the cake."
Sword Spirit's tone contained a playful smile, but he didn't know what his attitude was.
Zhao Rong didn't answer, looking calm and composed.
After a while, Zhao Rong passed the pass at the foot of the mountain without any obstruction and was about to enter the wilderness camp.
Gui Hu said: "Not long ago, when the Feng Chan was over, the one you could see on the top of the mountain... well, a lot of pale golden dragon energy suddenly poured out of the strange cauldron and landed on Li Wangque.
Being absorbed by him?"
Zhao Rong pursed his lips, his expression remained unchanged, and he hummed softly.
I didn't ask Gui how it knew this.
Sword Spirit was a little unhappy, actually hiding it from an outsider:
"Why didn't you say anything at that time? Such a good opportunity, a rare and rare opportunity from the mountain, and those gifts of luck and dragon energy, why didn't you take a bite? You still need me to teach you about such a good thing? How much can you absorb!
"
Zhao Rong chuckled and shook his head.
"If I'm not mistaken, this is the feedback from Heaven to the little emperor. Why should I steal his dragon energy? Besides... I don't really lack it, right..."
After he finished speaking, he stopped chatting and returned to the camp.
So, a certain sword spirit sighed as if he was being unkind to someone he met.
…
In the afternoon, on the wasteland at the foot of Jiyue Mountain.
The grand celebration was held as scheduled.
It's just that this time the people in charge are no longer students such as Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu.
It was hosted by the Dugu family and started under the arrangements of the Crescent Moon Divas.
Thousands of people came to Jiyue Mountain to observe the Zen ceremony, and the whole world celebrated together.
Meng Zhengjun, Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and other people from Linlu Academy declined Dugu Chanyi's warm invitation and prepared to return to the academy.
Zhao Rong found a decent excuse and did not go back with Meng Zhengjun's large army.
If this was put before the ceremony of enshrining Zen, if Meng Zhengjun and Zhao Rong had a harmonious relationship between teachers and students, Zhao Rong would most likely be directly labeled as undisciplined by Meng Zhengjun, frowning and scolding.
But at this time, after Zhao Rong chuckled and asked for him to stay for a while and return tomorrow, Meng Zhengjun looked at him quietly for a moment, then looked away and said softly, "Go back to the academy early so as not to delay the big exam." Then, in Gu
When Yi Wu and other students couldn't help but look at her strangely, the old-fashioned female gentleman turned around and left.
Gu Yiwu and other students blinked and watched Meng Zhengjun walk away.
They turned around and couldn't help but give Zhao Rong a thumbs up.
Zhao Rong smiled helplessly and said nothing.
Since the Zen Ceremony at noon not long ago, this academic scholar who used to dislike him and liked to use rules to suppress him seemed to have experienced some kind of 180-degree change, and towards Zhao Rong
His attitude started to become strange...
Zhao Rong withdrew his eyes from the retreating female gentleman's back, shook his head and said nothing.
At least for now, it seems that her change of attitude will do no harm to him, but he doesn't know how to get along with each other in the academy in the future...
Gu Yiwu and the students of Zhengyi Hall also wanted to stay with Zhao Rong and accompany him back later.
They only said that if they came down the mountain together, they should also go back to the mountain together.
Zhao Rong felt warm in his heart.
After everyone has experienced this journey of great separation and the test of becoming a Zen master, their relationship has already grown closer without even realizing it.
Zhao Rong even felt that he was more familiar with the students of Zhengyi Hall than most of his classmates in Suixing Hall.
The students of Zhengyi Hall treated him in the same way, and they were very familiar with him.