Linlu Academy is located hundreds of miles east of Duyu City. It covers a very large area, but it is hidden in a lush forest.

Inside the academy, in addition to the neatly arranged buildings and unique pavilions, there are lush mountains and forests and clear streams.

It was early morning, and the sky was suddenly brightening above the dark outlines of the distant hills, and the morning sun was rising slowly.

The forest is moist, clear dewdrops are condensed on the tips of the leaves, and the early autumn wind brings a hint of chill.

Zhao Rong tightened the Qingjin he was wearing. It was a white gown with a green cross-collar. He had received it yesterday. It was the uniform for students in the academy.

He was standing in a pavilion beside the lake, not far away was Mr. Yan's bamboo courtyard. After agreeing yesterday to accompany Mr. Yan to Taiqing Mansion for lectures, Li Jinshu asked Zhao Rong to wait here today. All the senior brothers and sisters would gather here.

Zhao Rong checked out of the inn last night and stayed in the academy's dormitory for one night. He got up early this morning and came here.

He only knew a little about some matters and buildings of the academy. He didn't even have time to meet his classmates who were assigned to study together before he had to go out again. However, Zhao Rong didn't care much. With such a good opportunity, he decided to go to Taiqing Mansion for a month and come back first.

Ding ding——

At this moment, the sound of bells from a bell tower hidden among the trees on the hillside of Linlu Mountain rang out.

It is already the first quarter of the morning.

"Learn extensively. Inquire carefully. Think carefully. Discern clearly. Practice diligently..."

Zhao Rong put one hand behind his back and held a copy of "Linlu Academy Disclosure" in the other hand, reciting it silently as he walked.

These are the academic rules of the academy that we received yesterday. Actually, it is enough to know that such empty and pretentious things exist. Who would be bored enough to read them?

However, based on his experience of reading literary works in his previous life, Zhao Rong thought about it and decided to memorize it all.

Who knows if a big boss from the academy will pop up and ask the new students with a smile and in a friendly manner whether they remember what the academy rules say. At that time, they will be able to calmly pretend to be cool again.

If you want to be better than others at critical moments, you have to be more careful at ordinary times...

After Zhao Rong took a few steps forward, he turned around and subconsciously glanced at the other young man in the pavilion.

He arrived a little later than Zhao Rong, but it was still very early. After all, the bell had just rung, which was the normal time for students in the academy to get up in the morning.

The young man was dressed in the same scholar's uniform as Zhao Rong, but his outfit was much more gorgeous than Zhao Rong's.

The young man wore a turban made of fine double silk, which was draped casually. His handsome face seemed to have been powdered and specially groomed, making him look fair and delicate.

Hanging around his waist was a delicate and small white jade hollow gourd, which looked to be of great value.

At this moment, he was sitting upright on a railing chair on the waterside of the pavilion, holding a book with an invisible cover in one hand and a closed jade-handled folding fan in the other, tapping gently on the railing while reading with a focused look.

As if he noticed Zhao Rong's gaze, he turned his head slowly, his eyes unable to leave the book in his hand, but he still looked at Zhao Rong, smiled politely, and continued to read seriously.

Zhao Rong responded with a smile, and in his heart he felt that this was worthy of being Linlu Academy, as one could easily run into a distinguished and talented person, and like him, he came so early to study seriously.

Zhao Rong turned his head and glanced at Mr. Yan's courtyard not far away, and found that the gate was still closed, but some senior brothers were already waiting.

He put away the "Linlu Academy Revelation" that he had memorized, took out a book of scriptures, and sat on a stone bench to read.

However, before he could calm down and read for a while, Zhao Rong kept raising his hand to turn the pages of the book, and was a little distracted.

Maybe I can meet Qingjun again today.

Although they had met not long ago and even hugged her, the situation was special at the time and I didn't have time to think about it and just rushed forward.

Thinking about it afterwards, he was too hasty in his words and actions. He could have done better. If he had been well prepared, he might have been able to coax his wife at that time, and now he could be tying her hair in Qingjun's boudoir, or maybe...

The more he thought about Zhao Rong, the more he sighed.

And after he confessed to her, he shouldn't have given her time to calm down. He should have just bent down and kissed her. He really doesn't have enough experience.

There is another shortcoming. At that time, apart from the jade token, I didn't even prepare anything else, even a love poem would be fine...

Suddenly, thinking of this, Zhao Rong had an idea.

According to his memory, Qingjun was not the kind of woman who only knew how to practice. Perhaps because of him, she had a good impression of Confucianism since she was a child. She might not be proficient in poetry or something. After all, she was busy practicing after the age of ten, and she never went to a private school later. However, she preferred some beautiful poems and essays.

Anyway, in Zhao Rong's memory, every time when he was a child, he recited some poems that he thought were well-written or beautiful quatrains by ancient people, she would prop up her chin with her hand, listen with a faint smile.

Qingjun and Qian'er also liked to sneak into his study, flipping through some of the unfinished manuscripts of poems that he was too embarrassed to take out, and reading them with a sly smile.

The reason I know this is because I once caught him in the act.

At that time, he reached out of the window and grabbed the ponytails of two little girls who were lying on the desk and laughing together. He was so angry that he ignored them for a month. But later, Qingjun brought him her favorite snacks every day. As she held his sleeve pitifully and stared at him with her big watery eyes blinking, Zhao Rong finally forgave them...

Zhao Rong came back to his senses and thought about the idea that had just come to his mind and felt that it was feasible.

By the way, this should be able to appease her...why not give it a try?

Zhao Rong put down the book he couldn't continue reading and was about to take out paper and pen, when he suddenly saw the brother next to him who was studying seriously also taking out paper and pen.

The young man took out a piece of white paper that looked very exquisite, spread it out, and then held the book in one hand and the emerald-tube brush in the other. With a solemn expression, he glanced at the book, held his breath and concentrated, and began to write, occasionally looking up at the pages.

Seeing this scene of concentrating on reading and taking notes, and studying seriously, Zhao Rong suddenly felt guilty. He looked around and saw that many scholars and students were already doing their morning reading by the lake.

Speaking of which, it's early in the morning, everyone is studying hard, but I'm the only one slacking off and writing a love letter. Is that not good?

But who is Zhao Rong? He soon figured it out.

Can the work of a scholar be called idleness? Is writing love letters also a way to cultivate one's sentiments?

This is an elegant thing.

Zhao Rong nodded, took out paper and pen without any expression. His expression and movements were the same as the brother in the water pavilion who sometimes frowned and sometimes relaxed while writing seriously. He stood up straight and with a serious face, he began to write the first love letter to his wife.

Not long.

The early sun rose completely from behind the mountain, and its light penetrated the sea of ​​clouds, illuminating the vast mountain forest.

Not far away, the gate that everyone was looking forward to was opened, and Mr. Yan came out, ready to leave.

When Zhao Rong saw Mr. Yan go out, everyone gathered around him, so he stood up, packed up his things, and prepared to leave the pavilion.

Just as he turned around and was about to step out, he found that the young man who had studied with him all morning had also packed up his things and was ready to leave.

The two of them stopped at the door in tacit understanding and looked at each other for a moment.

Zhao Rong chuckled and said, "Brother, are you also planning to go out and give lectures with Mr. Yan?"

The young man cleared his throat, his voice a little shrill, and replied seriously: "That's right, my name is Fan Yushu, may I know what to call you, classmate?"

"My name is Zhao Ziyu. I just came to the academy yesterday."

Fan Yushu nodded without saying anything else, and the two of them left the pavilion together to meet Mr. Yan.

At about 1:00 p.m., all the disciples of Yan Jidao gathered and set out together for Taiqing Prefecture, a hundred miles away. There were about a dozen people on this trip.

On the way, Li Jinshu came to Zhao Rong again and introduced him to the people around him.

Including the young student named Fan Yushu.

It turned out that this person, like Zhao Rong, was recommended by Mr. Yan and joined the academy as a special student, but he arrived much earlier than Zhao Rong.

Fan Yushu seemed to be very familiar with Li Jinshu as well. When he saw him coming, he called him "Big Brother" affectionately.

There was another student with the same special talents as them, who looked ordinary, but seemed to have a rather dull personality. After Li Jinshu's introduction, he just twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, nodded to Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu, and then looked away again.

Afterwards, Li Jinshu smiled and said a few more words, then returned to Mr. Yan's side.

He was Mr. Yan's disciple. Confucianism respects teachers and one must always follow and serve them before leaving.

Fan Yushu glanced at Li Jinshu's departing back, then turned around and looked at Zhao Rong carefully.

He waved his right hand lightly and opened the jade folding fan in a chic manner. The fan was light and clever in shape, with lines that were round on the outside and square on the inside. The four characters "Zhi Lan Yu Shu" were inscribed on the fan.

Fan Yushu fanned his eyes slightly, and the corners of his mouth curved up. "Brother Ziyu was recommended by Mr. Yan to join the hospital. I believe he must be well-versed in classics and talented. I was rude before, and I hope you will forgive me."

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, "Brother Yushu, you misunderstood. I am a dull boy, and it was only with the help of an elder that I was recommended by Mr. Yan to enter the hospital. But Brother Yushu, you are obviously a rare talent..."

Fan Yushu sighed upon hearing this and interrupted Zhao Rong, "Brother Ziyu, please don't embarrass me. So, I am the same as you. If it weren't for the elders in my family who knew Mr. Yan and had a good relationship with him, I would not have been able to enter this Linlu Academy with my limited knowledge. However..."

He said seriously, "It is precisely because we are gifted students that we must study harder after entering the academy, and we must work ten times harder than other students to live up to the high expectations of Mr. Yan and the elders."

These heartfelt words were spoken in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, but most of the Confucian scholars present had some cultivation experience, except for some who were not born with good aptitude, so they all heard what was said, and most of them looked approving.

In front, Mr. Yan, who was whispering something to several disciples who were serving him closely, heard the words behind him and nodded slightly.

The silent student next to Fan Yushu and the other man stared straight ahead with a determined look in his eyes.

Zhao Rong blinked when he heard this. What else could he say at this moment? He just nodded.

This Linlu Academy is indeed a place with a flourishing learning atmosphere and a strong Confucian spirit. I wonder who will be the amazing ones among the new students of the same class who I have not met yet... No, I have to work harder in the future.

The autumn sun rises and reaches the sky.

In the afternoon, Yan Jidao and a group of his disciples arrived at the Four Palaces of Taiqing.

Taiqing Prefecture gathers the talents and outstanding people from Wangque Continent.

The entry standard is to be in the late stage of Fuyao realm before the age of sixteen.

There are four prefectures inside.

Fuyao Palace, Taiyi Palace, Kunpeng Palace, Xiaoyao Palace.

The newly arrived Fuyao realm monks will first stay in Fuyao Mansion until they break through the first major hurdle of the monks on the mountain.

If one chooses to be a martial artist, he will enter Kunpeng Mansion to practice.

If your natal flying sword appears in your heart lake, you can choose to follow the path of sword cultivation and enter Xiaoyao Mansion to practice.

If one is unable to materialize his natal flying sword, or if his natal flying sword is of extremely low quality, he will enter Taiyi Palace.

Even if you enter these three prefectures, the competition is still extremely fierce. Although all resources provided by the four prefectures of Taiqing are free and without obligation, and are provided by all human beings in Wangque Continent, the distribution of resources must be achieved through personal talent, cultivation, and sweat.

Even so, the number of students who can graduate from Taiqing Prefecture in each session does not exceed a handful.

Some years there isn't even one.

To be in the Golden Core stage at the age of 28 was simply unthinkable in other places on Wangque Mountain.

Some leaders of medium-sized forces in the mountains are just at this level, and can be called great monks.

What’s more, it has to be before the age of 28.

If you exceed this age, you must leave home and become an abandoned life.

The Four Taiqing Prefectures are very close to Linlu Academy, and the exchanges between the two are extremely close.

The Confucian teachers in Taiqing Prefecture are usually rotated by the gentlemen in Linlu Academy all year round.

Moreover, Confucianism is an extremely important course in the palace.

Because the Confucian way is closest to the origin of the Haoran state, the Haoran state skills provided by the Four Palaces of Taiqing to the residents were created by Confucian saints.

As for the people in Fuyao Realm who have the largest number of people and want to break through the realm, except for those monsters who can break the mirror as easily as eating and drinking, the most convenient way is to study Confucianism and Taoism well, read more collections of poetry excerpts, even if there is no effect like Luohua poetry, but reading more, maybe you will come across a poem that fits the mood, and then you will be inspired and find the opportunity to break the mirror.

And now Mr. Yan, who has come to Taiqing Mansion with his disciples, is to replace the previous academy teacher and serve as one of the Confucian teachers in Xiaoyao Mansion.

The four Taiqing prefectures have special locations, half of which are located inside the Duyou East City and the other half are outside the city.

This means that it is the only place to enter and exit East City except for the East City Gate.

Zhao Rong followed Mr. Yan and his group to the south gate of Taiqing Prefecture, which was located outside the city.

He stood at the back of the team and looked up. On both sides of the south gate were rocks hundreds of feet high.

The outer side of the rock is as smooth as a mirror, without a single vine, and is pure white in color.

It is engraved with rows of words written in iron pen and silver hook, and it looks densely packed from a distance.

This is... Taiqing Tianjiaolu.

Zhao Rong suddenly realized that he had heard Gui mention it a long time ago.

The name of every graduate of Wangque Taiqing Prefecture is engraved on it.

He took a quick look and saw a few familiar names at the very end.

Cheng Lugui, 28 years old, Taoist, fifth-grade golden elixir.

Lu Yaoer, 27 years old, sword cultivator, fourth level golden elixir.

Ning Ying, 421 years old, an alien swordsman...