Chapter 656 How terrible is the self-disciplined sword master!
Sword Spirit was very unhappy at this time and refused to give up: "Memorizing is one thing, understanding is another. Who can't memorize by rote? There must be someone in the academy who has a better photographic memory than you..."
Zhao Rong became more interested, "Who? Why don't you name it, and I'll go and meet you if I have a chance."
"Get out of here, don't make excuses. I'm saying that learning chess should be the same as practicing cultivation. It's useless just to memorize it. You have to understand it and practice it."
Zhao Rong smiled, my sword spirit is still so stubborn.
"I didn't expect you to say such wise words. It seems that Gui Da Sword Spirit's chess skills are not easy." Zhao Rong nodded and said with interest: "How about we play a game and ask senior for advice?"
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Gui heard his confident laughter and was speechless.
The last time it played chess was the last time, and the next time it plays chess, there should be no next time.
Seeing that Sword Spirit remained silent, Zhao Rong smiled, did not mention it again, and continued to memorize chess scores.
The chess game content of "Xuanxuan Lu" is almost twice as much as that of "Wangyou Qingle". However, this time, Zhao Rong, who already had a certain understanding of chess, only took half an hour to memorize everything, and he was able to memorize them all.
After understanding it, I wrote the score again.
Zhao Rong took another leisurely sip of tea and started the next book.
The sword spirit watched speechlessly and couldn't help but mutter.
It really wanted to know if this 'chicken blood' was too powerful, or if he was too stupid before.
In the middle of the night, at the fourth quarter of Yin hour, Zhao Rong read through all the chess records and finished typing them.
In two hours, the amount of learning originally expected in ten days was achieved, and the effect was even better.
Zhao Rong tapped the thick stack of chess records on the table with two fingers and sighed softly.
Not tired, but...
"Not enough."
At the table, Zhao Rong muttered, sorted out the chess records and put them all away.
He stood up with his hands on the table and looked around the room. His eyes were bright, not tired at all. Instead, he was full of energy and had difficulty venting. Anyone who looked at him now would have to shrink their necks and couldn't help it.
The criminal muttered, "You are so energetic after not sleeping in the middle of the night. Why do you want to be a thief?"
Zhao Rong suddenly left his desk, ran out, took out a broom and other tools, and cleaned the house. He couldn't help but tidy up the desk and bookshelves, making them clean.
Although he was gentle enough, the slightest noise still woke up the sleeping little Qian'er.
On the bed, Xiao Qian'er stood up in a daze under the quilt, half-expanded her head out of the bed curtain, and looked at the scene in the room sleepily...
"Hmm... Brother Rong'er is sweeping the floor and wiping the table and doing... housework?" She rubbed her eyes again and nodded confusedly, "No, it's a dream... I must be in a dream... Hmm~"
The girl turned over and fell asleep again.
On the other side, Gui was as puzzled as Xiao Qian'er.
It couldn't help but ask: "Zhao Rong, are you so free? You don't want to review?"
Zhao Rong wiped his hands and said, "Obsessive-compulsive disorder, I really can't stand the dust, so I'd better clean the house. Qian'er and the others may come here to stay often in the future. This yard shouldn't be abandoned in the short term. It will always have to be tidied up.
By the way, I have to sweep the yard outside later. Haha, life lies in movement."
Gui's lips twitched, he was really not used to the sword master being so self-disciplined and not procrastinating. Although he was quite self-disciplined, it was definitely not so outrageous as sweeping the yard in the middle of the night.
It wondered and asked: "Have you finished reviewing the chess game? Just review it once?"
Zhao Rong smiled confidently, "What else?"
"Oh, then you are really good. After studying for two hours, you are already a national chess player, right?"
Gusi
Zhao Rong shook his head: "I only need to learn these chess records once. It does not mean that I understand all the secrets and can stand shoulder to shoulder with the seniors who wrote the chess records, but this time I have learned almost as much as I can achieve in a short period of time. If you study again and again, you will gain even a few centimeters, but it will be useless to open the book."
This is his current terrifying learning efficiency.
"Hey, when you say that, I understand a little bit. Your situation is the same as when I first climbed the mountain. You only need to learn the Tao, Dharma, and Determination once. There is no point in learning more."
Zhao Rong:…………
You can't let me finish it all by myself, right?
Although he was a little unconvinced, Zhao Rong still nodded, cupped his hand that grabbed the broom, and said gracefully, "I didn't expect it to be you, Your Excellency. I have admired you for a long time."
"No matter what, Mr. Zhao is not a bad person either. It's disrespectful and disrespectful."
The two exchanged business blows.
Guiyou frowned slightly and asked: "You are so free... By the way, which subject are you going to take the test today?"
Zhao Rong said lightly, "Jingyi."
Guibian did not continue to ask. According to its observation, this should be one of the subjects that Zhao Rong is best at. In the past, he often stayed up late to read the Twelve Confucian Canons. He also often went to Mr. Yan for advice, which made the spectators It was quite familiar with the meaning of the scriptures, and later it went to sleep to prevent it from being 'contaminated' by this knowledge.
Sword Spirit thought for a while and asked curiously: "What about the other courses?"
Zhao Rong couldn't help but put down his work and asked: "Why do I feel that you are more anxious about the exam than me? Why don't you take the exam?"
Hearing his suggestion, Sword Spirit's face turned red and he snorted coldly: "Didn't you make a bet with that man named Wu Shiliang? The bet doesn't matter, but I just can't bear to see his smug face. If you dare to lose, I suggest you kill me with a piece of tofu, and stop being a sword master, which will embarrass me."
Hearing this, Zhao Rong felt warm in his heart. His sword spirit's words were unpleasant, but he still cared about him and his interests.
He had made a bet with Wu Peiliang before, betting on the overall score of the college entrance examination, and it was Zhao Rong who took the initiative to conclude the bet.
If he loses, he will give Wu Peiliang the position of assistant teacher in the calligraphy class where he can always get close to a certain Mr. Zhu, and he will also give Wu Peiliang the water from the Zhengguan Well.
And if Zhao Rong wins, Wu Peiliang will admit his mistake with all his heart, and copy the word "正" with his own hands, and then he will bring his own boy over to show Zhao Rong. This actually contains the nature of being insulted, because it is an admission. The calligraphy of Liao Shutong is indeed better than that of Wu Pei...
Regardless of mentioning this bet, Zhao Rong almost forgot about it. On the one hand, he was busy these days, but on the other hand, he really didn't take it to heart.
Zhao Rong apologized: "Well, I'm sorry to make you worry, but the bet with this Brother Wu, oh, can't you still trust me?"
He smiled and narrowed his eyes.
Sword Spirit nodded lightly, "Then it's best. I'll stomp on his face hard for you, and you won't be able to see the sissy!"
Zhao Rong nodded helplessly.
He said in a relaxed tone, "Two exams a day, morning and afternoon, three days in a row. Don't rush to review the other courses. I have to go to the school to study on my own tomorrow night, just in time to read a book. Hey, it's almost dawn at this time. The room is stuffy. I'm going to do some morning exercise, and I'm going to buy breakfast for Qian'er later. This little yummy guy will probably stay in bed..."
After cleaning up the house and yard, Zhao Rong was still full of energy, as if he couldn't rest for a moment, so he changed into training clothes that could absorb sweat, and ran out of the door in a hurry.
It seems that buying delicious food for my lovely second wife is more important than the upcoming six arts assessment.
Not long after.
The east is white and the sky is bright.
On the bed, a girl with peach blossom eyes woke up from a sweet dream. She closed her eyes and stretched out. She muttered "Brother Rong'er" and touched the empty bed next to her with her little hand.
"Where are you? Are you going to class?"
Then she opened her eyes and soon realized something was wrong...