Yan Jidao's eyes scanned the paper roll carefully.

After a moment, he nodded.

This font, which he had never seen before, was indeed beautifully written, majestic, masculine and powerful. Just looking at it was refreshing and refreshing.

only.

Yan Jidao looked at it carefully again, but still could not see any mysterious meaning in this character.

The characters were beautiful, and he thought they were the best calligraphy he had seen in recent years. However, in Yan Jidao's view, they were just like all other calligraphy, flashy and superficial.

I think this is probably the common dilemma facing calligraphy today. It is not like the poetry created by Confucian predecessors, whose quality can be determined by the laws of nature. So how can we judge its value?

Zhu Weirui, how do you get out of this predicament?

Yan Jidao shook his head and looked for a while, but still couldn't see any clues to enter Taoism as Zhu Weirui mentioned. He put down Zhao Rong's paper scroll and called the disciples outside the door.

A scholar from the academy stepped forward, bowed and asked, "Teacher, what can I do for you?"

"Go and call your senior brother."

The scholar from the academy coughed lightly, "Teacher, the eldest brother is not here. He was invited to attend a gathering organized by the students of Xiaoyao Prefecture at Nuanxi Bamboo Garden. How about... I go and call him back?"

Yan Jidao raised his eyebrows and waved his hand, "Wait, Jinshu went to attend the elegant gathering? This is a rare thing. Well, there is no need to call him. Please help me go and call your junior brother Zhao Ziyu."

The scholar from the academy couldn't help but cough again and cupped his hands, "Junior Brother Zhao Ziyu also went to the Nuanxi Yaji with Senior Brother this morning."

Yan Jidao pondered for a while, "When Jinshu comes back, ask him to come over immediately."

…

The sun gradually sets, the sunset is as red as blood, it is already dusk.

In the Maple Forest Courtyard.

Yan Jidao was standing with his hands behind his back under a lush maple tree. Behind him, Li Jinshu was reporting something with his hands down.

Yan Jidao stroked his beard and looked at the maple leaves on the tree that were only half dyed red, while listening to the words of his eldest disciple behind him.

At a certain moment, his hand stroking his beard suddenly stopped. After listening to a few more words, Yan Jidao turned around, stared at Li Jinshu and asked in surprise: "Did he really win a purple aura from Tao Yuanran?"

He couldn't help but ask again, "In the debate between Confucianism and Taoism, did you win against a Taoist gentleman?"

Li Jinshu paused. He looked at the teacher's rare expression of surprise, carefully recalled the situation at that time, and nodded seriously.

"Of course it is. The purple air from the east that Junior Brother gave to Junior Brother and Sister-in-law couldn't be fake. Fairy Liu from Taiyi Mansion who was present at the time recognized it. She had seen an identical one at Mr. Tao's place. Moreover, Mr. Tao was at the mansion. We can find out the truth by asking him."

Yan Jidao nodded slowly, stroked his long beard again, turned around and looked at the maple tree.

His face was calm, his brows furrowed, and he pondered for a while, then said to himself: "The poem of the state of falling flowers without self, the debate won over the Taoist gentleman, Senior Brother, this young man you sent here is really..."

As he was speaking, Yan Jidao suddenly raised his hand, plucked a half-red maple leaf, pinched the leaf stalk, lowered his head and looked at it carefully. After a moment, he looked at the maple leaf in his hand and shook his head, his eyes filled with regret.

Yan Jidao said softly, "Jinshu, call your junior brother tomorrow morning."

After saying this, he withdrew his gaze from the maple leaf, waved his sleeve, took out an ordinary Confucian scripture, gently flipped it, and sandwiched this autumn's maple leaf between them.

Behind Yan Jidao, Li Jinshu stood respectfully and quietly, with a slightly worried look on his face, "Teacher, the events at the gathering are now spreading all over Taiqing. I'm afraid that my junior brother..."

As he was talking, he stopped, because Li Jinshu saw the teacher in front of him with his back turned and nodded slightly.

A cool breeze blew at this time.

The maple trees with lush leaves swayed and made a rustling sound.

The pages of the Confucian classics in the old man's hand under the tree fluttered in the wind. Between the pages, there were maple leaf bookmarks. The further he turned, the redder the maple leaves became.

When the first maple leaf was sandwiched in, it was as red as blood compared to the newly added half-red maple leaf.

…

Zhao Rong's clothes were filled with moonlight as he returned to the courtyard where he lived.

When he passed by Fan Yushu's house, he saw that there was no light inside.

Zhao Rong remembered something, stopped and knocked on the door, waited for a while, but no one answered.

"You haven't come back yet?"

He whispered and turned back to the house.

Originally, Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu had agreed to go for a stroll in Duyou City today. With Fan Yushu, the local tyrant, leading the way, Zhao Rong could also easily get familiar with things in the city.

But later, Zhao Rong was dragged to Nuanxi Yaji by his senior brother.

Fan Yushu said that he had been staying in Taiqing Prefecture for too long, so he decided to go out into the city to play alone.

When the two of them separated in the morning, Fan Yushu specially grabbed Zhao Rong's hand and asked her affectionately to take good care of Ye Lanzhi for him at the gathering, and to help her if she had any trouble.

However, at the elegant gathering in the afternoon, Zhao Rong found that he didn't need to help at all, as there was already a man from the Fu school who was only slightly less handsome than Brother Yushu and was helping Brother Yushu.

Therefore, Zhao Rong thought about reporting his work to Brother Yushu and told him not to worry, because Miss Ye seemed to be talking and laughing and living well... But there was no one in the room now, and he didn't know where Fan Yushu had gone. He would talk to him about it another day.

The next morning.

When the first ray of sunlight shines into the house.

Zhao Rong, who was breathing with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the empty room, was silent for a while, and sighed softly.

At that time, Zhao Rong broke through from the Qingxu Stage to the Zhenyi Stage, opened up the Ren and Du meridians, and completed the small circulation in the body.

Now, if he wants to advance from the Zhenyi Stage to the Fuyao Stage, he needs to open up all the eight extraordinary meridians except the Ren and Du meridians, so that he can complete the Great Circulation in his body. This is the sign of officially entering the Fuyao Stage.

These days, Zhao Rong has been guiding the "little red snake" in his body's meridians to impact the eight extraordinary meridians.

However, his meridians were naturally blocked and his innate vital energy was relatively weak, so every time he attacked his meridians, he had a hard time.

In fact, the innate vitality of most cultivators in the Zhenyi period is similar to that of Zhao Rong. After all, this thing is affected by physical constitution. Except for a small number of people with very different innate physical constitutions, most people are like this.

But their meridians are not blocked like Zhao Rong's, so their weak innate vitality is enough.

Before this, Zhao Rong used the help of agarwood to impact his meridians, ignite the blood in his body, strengthen the "little red snake", and help his cultivation, and his progress was rapid.

Now that the auxiliary materials have been used up, we are stuck in the dilemma of dripping water hitting a stone.

Zhao Rong sat quietly in the room, thinking for a while.

I will go to the market in Duyou City on my next day off. Fan Yushu said that it is the largest fairy market on Wangquezhou Mountain, with many shops and fairy stores.

Kung Fu, elixirs, magic weapons, rare items, ancient treasures... almost everything needed for cultivation is available, and there are countless strange things or things whose uses are unknown.

As long as you have money, you can buy it.

However, according to Fan Yushu's words, another monetary system is in use in Duyou City, and the spiritual stones that have been in use since ancient times are more like the gold standard in the previous life, and are rarely traded directly...

As for where the money comes from?

Zhao Rong squinted at the sunlight that came into the house. He didn't have many spirit stones on him at the moment. When they went to Xiaoxiao to say goodbye not long ago, he forced most of them on her.

but……

Zhao Rong was thinking about something in his mind.

Time passes by every second.

At a certain moment, he came to his senses and let out a breath.

Suddenly, as if thinking of someone, the corners of Zhao Rong's mouth curled up slightly, and some heavy fog in his heart was swept away.

He jumped up, stretched, went to wash up with great anticipation, and returned to his desk to practice calligraphy for a while.

Qingjun said that she had something to do in Xiaoyao Mansion in the morning. Zhao Rong had no classes in the morning, but had classes with Mr. Yan in the afternoon. Therefore, when they separated last night, they agreed to attend classes together in the afternoon.

When Zhao Rong heard from his senior brother that they would return to Linlu Academy the day after tomorrow, he decided to spend some more time with Qingjun for the next few days.

After returning to the academy, it was not as convenient as it is now to come to the four prefectures of Taiqing to find Qingjun.

The most important thing is that Zhao Rong has always been thinking about one thing.

He hasn't found the black jade yet, let alone got it. Qingjun said the jade is on her... It's difficult.

Zhao Rong felt a little itchy.

He put down his brush, picked up a book, and walked out.

The sunshine in the autumn morning is just right.

Having nothing to do in the morning, Zhao Rong planned to find a quiet place in the mansion to read.

However, just a few steps out of the hospital gate, I bumped into the eldest senior brother.

"Junior brother, the teacher is looking for you."

Zhao Rong's hand shook subconsciously and the book almost fell to the ground.