The course schedule at Mochi Academy is relatively relaxed.

There are one to two art classes per day, but a class usually lasts for a morning or an afternoon.

I heard from Jia Tengying that sometimes the teachers worked so hard that they gave lectures at night.

On the second day, Zhao Rong and Jia Tengying went to Ruexing Hall for class together, and met Yu Huaijin outside the hall.

Just like when Zhao Rong saw her yesterday, Yu Huaijin had a stern face and an unchanging expression. She stood quietly at the entrance lobby with her hands in her sleeves, examining the students entering Ruexing Hall and correcting their appearance.

Yu Huaijin's thin figure formed a sharp contrast with the spacious entrance, but no student who entered Ruexing Hall dared to ignore or underestimate her. They all bowed and saluted three steps away from Yu Huaijin.

And she never tires of returning the gift.

Zhao Rong turned his head to glance at this boring, conservative and polite woman, and prepared to perform the ceremony and enter the door with the active Jia Tengying.

"Good morning, Senior Yu." they said.

Yu Huaijin temporarily shifted her gaze away from Zhao Rong. She saluted Jia Tengying and said, "Brother Jia, you go in first."

After saying that, Yu Huaijin turned his head and stared at Zhao Rong and the casual clothes he was wearing with calm eyes. Although the sleeves of this thick autumn coat were not asymmetrical, the overall style was not very regular.

But it appears to be made with great care, because it was carefully ironed bit by bit by the weaver. It looks like a piece of clothing that has never been cut, with no traces of needlework or sewing, and it looks completely natural.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows. Facing Yu Huaijin's eyes, which made most of the students in Ruxingtang feel a little scared, he did not retreat, but looked at her.

Jia Tengying, who was standing aside, looked back and forth between Zhao Rong and Yu Huaijin, with a hint of anxiety on his dark face. He said that he had reminded Zhao Rong when he went out in the morning, but the latter just smiled and said nothing.

Jia Tengying gritted his teeth and did not follow the orders of the old-fashioned woman in front of him and leave as he did in the past. Instead, he gritted his teeth and said to her:

"Senior Yu, this morning, Brother Ziyu helped me tidy up the vegetable garden, which delayed us. We hurried out and he forgot to wear his school uniform. Senior, Brother Ziyu will…"

"I won't wear it tomorrow either." Zhao Rong interrupted without turning his head. He maintained a smile and looked at Yu Huaijin who was frowning slightly.

"Brother Ziyu, hey, you you." Jia Tengying looked at Zhao Rong anxiously.

Yu Huaijin finally spoke. She looked Zhao Rong in the eye and said word by word, "Students of Ruxing Hall must wear student uniforms and dress neatly in the academy."

Zhao Rong nodded and said, "I can abide by the latter one, but not the former one."

His tone was affirmative.

There was a hint of oppression in Yu Huaijin's eyes, and he uttered two words from his pursed lips.

"reason."

Yu Huaijin's gaze, which frightened Jia Tengying who was watching from the side, had no effect on Zhao Rong. His smile faded, and he looked down at his warm autumn clothes. Her charming smile appeared in his mind again.

Zhao Rong said sincerely: "In autumn, you have to wear autumn clothes."

Even if you are already half a mountain man.

There is no reason, because, this is what Qingjun said.

Yu Huaijin narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Zhao Rong's determined expression, "You can wear your autumn clothes inside."

Zhao Rong shook his head and refused. "That's not the reason. It's the rigid rules you imposed on Ruxingtang. I have no obligation or affection to compromise myself to accommodate you."

The two of them stared at each other in the air for a moment.

The atmosphere outside Shuexing Hall was somewhat frozen, like a gradually freezing spring, no longer as fresh and cool as the morning air... At least that's what Jia Tengying felt.

But the two people in the "stalemate" did not feel that way.

At least Zhao Rong didn't feel too depressed. After all, they were all scholars in the academy, and they still had to convince others with reason. No matter how much they glared at others, they would not roll up their sleeves and start a fight, right?

Zhao Rong blinked and looked up and down at Yu Huaijin's calm expression. Her eyes were calm as she just looked at him quietly, not saying a word, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Many students of Ruxingtang might think that Yu Huaijin's thoughts and emotions were unfathomable, but Zhao Rong didn't think so.

She looked like a yellow-haired girl of only sixteen or seventeen years old. Even if she had a deep personality, how deep could she be? Now, it was hard to tell whether she was just pretending to be an adult.

Zhao Rong is not afraid of Yu Huaijin.

However, if by some chance Yu Huaijin got irritated by him and couldn't help but attack him, Zhao Rong would not be afraid. Although he never hit a woman, he couldn't be bullied by someone who didn't fight back, right?

I should be able to subdue her with my backhand, but I have to be careful with my movements. I can't have any accidental physical contact. If she tries to scam me, it's a good idea to tie her hands behind her back. She's so short, and I can grab her wrists with one hand and pull them up, just like pulling a carrot. I'll see if she can still keep a straight face...

Thinking of this, Zhao Rong looked at the thin body of the woman in front of him again, and felt that he had a sure win.

But he was also a little worried, fearing that "after the younger one is beaten, the older one will come." After all, Zhao Rong was still deeply impressed by the fact that Yu Huaijin casually took out the "ordinary guqin" from his sleeve yesterday.

Other students of Ruxingtang did not know the mystery of that ordinary guqin, but Zhao Rong had the guidance of the sword spirit. Although this sword spirit was a bit sharp-tongued and arrogant, his experience and knowledge were still convincing.

However, if the situation of "if you can't beat them, call for help" really happens...

Zhao Rong stood with his hands behind his back, his mouth slightly crooked, and glanced at Yu Huaijin who had been looking at him silently.

Zhao Rong just felt that as a scholar who was elegant and easy-going with the books of sages in his hands, it would be necessary for him to explain to her, a young girl, what martial virtue was.

Finally, as to whether this Yu Huaijin could be a female genius whose cultivation is several levels higher than Zhao Rong, the kind who can subdue him with just one finger.

Zhao Rong curled his lips. Is it possible? If there is such a monstrous talent who is above the Haoran realm at the age of sixteen or seventeen, wouldn't it be better to go directly to the Taiqing Four Palaces to practice? Just like Qingjun.

As a woman, why should I bother studying Confucianism and Taoism, which is a thankless task?

And if it weren't for these, and he was just at the Ascension Realm, or even at the Fuyao Realm, Zhao Rong felt that if a pure warrior like him with a steady physique got close to him, he would have no choice but to surrender... It's best not to struggle, maybe I can tie a nice bow on you when I tie you up.

As the two looked at each other, Zhao Rong was daydreaming.

As time went on, the confrontation between him and Yu Huaijin outside the Ruexing Hall also attracted the attention of the students inside the hall, and some gradually increasing noise was heard outside the door.

At this moment, Yu Huaijin, who had been staring at Zhao Rong with a calm expression, suddenly turned around, walked into Ruxing Hall with a stern face and without saying a word, as if he was helpless with Zhao Rong who was not wearing a student uniform, so he just acquiesced and ignored him.

Looking at the woman's back, Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows slightly and thought to himself, "As expected," but he did not intend to show off.

Yu Huaijin's logic does make sense, but Zhao Rong also has his reasons, so he won't give in.

Afterwards, Zhao Rong smiled at Jia Tengying, who breathed a sigh of relief and wiped away his cold sweat. However, he still couldn't help but glance at Yu Huaijin in the hall and sighed slightly in his heart.

The two entered the hall and started today's art class...

Time flies.

The confrontation between a man and a woman outside the gate of Suixing Hall that morning seemed to have passed.

During the next two days, Zhao Rong's studies went on peacefully.

During the day, he would go to class, and at night, he would study the Confucian classics "Er Ya" by lamplight. When the day came and his innate vitality had recovered a little, he would perform a shock to the meridians in his body. In the morning, he would pick a cucumber and go for a walk by the lake to read in the morning. After returning, he would help Jia Tengying and tidy up the vegetable garden...

Zhao Rong took several art classes taught by different teachers. Although he had not yet completed all six art courses, he had met several art teachers.

All of them have different styles.

For example, what impressed Zhao Rong deeply was that the painting teacher was a burly man with a broad back and strong arms, nine feet tall, but he wore a gentle Confucian robe and held a paintbrush in his hand. During class, he liked to take them into the paintings to learn how to paint.

Mr. Chess is relatively normal, with a free and easy temperament. He likes to sit in front of the chessboard, gently holding a chess piece, with a smile on his face, staring at the students, and jokingly saying "Don't look down, look at the chessboard."

Because his chessboard is set in the cloud.

These two art masters are both great Confucian monks of a high level. Unlike Mr. Le Yisi who is a mortal, they can take the students of Shuexingtang to the small world of scrolls, or roll up their sleeves and take everyone to travel above the boundless sea of ​​clouds.

As for Mr. Poetry, Mr. Classics, Mr. Etiquette and Mr. Zhu, the calligraphy master that Zhao Rong was a little worried about meeting, he has not seen them yet.

Because the holiday has arrived, Zhao Rong finally made time to visit Duyou City.

…

Day off, early morning.

The sky was still hazy and pitch black.

It was quiet and silent in Nanxuan Academy.

Outside the courtyard that had just been renamed Dongli Cottage, a dark shadow climbed over the wall and entered.

Bang.

The voice is soft.

The black shadow flipped into the yard lightly, landed carefully, and then sneaked towards the north room where You Ran had the light on.

The dark shadow sneaked up to the lighted window and quietly stretched out a hand.

Squeak——!

The door to the north room was suddenly opened, and Zhao Rong's helpless voice was heard.

"Fan Yushu, what are you doing?"

How is it like being a thief?

Zhao Rong was speechless.

The sneaky black shadow trembled suddenly, and the black shadow, no, Fan Yushu, turned around quickly. He walked on tiptoe and quickly went forward to push Zhao Rong into the house.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Rong turned his head.

“Shh, don’t make any noise, Tzuyu, keep your voice down, keep your voice down!”

The two entered the house, and Fan Yushu then turned around and closed the door gently, trying not to make any sound.

Looking at Fan Yushu's back as he bent over and raised his buttocks to carefully close the door, Zhao Rong's mouth twitched.

Today is the ten-day holiday. Yesterday he asked Fan Yushu to lead the way for him in Duyou City. Zhao Rong failed to go last time, so there should be no other things delaying him this time.

Of course, Fan Yushu agreed to Zhao Rong's request, and repeatedly told Zhao Rong to wait for him in the house and not to go out casually.

Zhao Rong didn't understand why, but he agreed anyway.

However, what Zhao Rong did not expect was that Fan Yushu came so early.

He was sneaking around like a thief. If he wasn't familiar with the black shadow and knew that it was Fan Yushu, he would probably have treated him as a thief.

"What are you doing here so early? Is there something exciting happening in Duyou City in the early morning?"

Zhao Rong looked at his classmates curiously.

At this time, there were only two of them in the room.

Fan Yushu said angrily, "It's all because of you. Yu Huaijin had already given up on the homework issue, but you sold me out. Today is a day off, and this old girl will definitely come to give me extra lessons and supervise my studies. If she catches me, I won't be able to play today."

He patted Zhao Rong on the shoulder and exhaled, "In order to lead the way for Brother Ziyu, I have really sacrificed too much and taken such a big risk. Ziyu, if I get caught by accident, you must speak up for me and don't let Yu Huaijin kill me alive."

Zhao Rong casually patted Fan Yushu's hand on his shoulder and asked, "Are you sure you don't want to go out and play?"

"Yushu, you still don't trust me?"

Zhao Rong shook his head and walked to the desk, closing "Er Ya". He had been reading under the lamp in the first half of the early morning, and he came out just in time to hear Fan Yushu's slight movement.

Fan Yushu nodded slightly, sat at the table and poured a cup of tea.

Zhao Rong packed up some more things, clapped his hands, turned around and said:

"I'm ready. If you're okay, let's go."

Fan Yushu picked up the teacup, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp. He was clearly just drinking a cup of tea, but he managed to drink it with a heroic and tragic sound of “the wind is whistling and the Yishui River is cold”, as if he was heading to the execution ground.

Fan Yushu wiped his mouth and said, "Let's go!"

Full of heroic spirit.

The two of them pushed open the door and walked out. Fan Yushu was still the one who rushed to open and close the door, keeping the noise very low.

Zhao Rong waited for Fan Yushu to close the door. He looked around the yard. It was pitch black.

The two walked towards the gate.

"Let's keep our voices down and walk quietly. Once we leave the academy and get on the carriage I arranged a long time ago, we can get away with it. Haha, I don't know what the old girl Yu Huaijin's reaction will be when she comes to see me during the day and finds out that I'm gone!"

Zhao Rong shook his head and did not respond to Fan Yushu's boastful words.

At this moment, he suddenly discovered that in the darkness of the courtyard gate, something was "crawl" and was about to break through the darkness and transform from a cocoon into a butterfly.

"You are not allowed to leave. You have to make up lessons today."

Yu Huaijin’s voice sounded.

She came out of the darkness, her figure appeared, she raised her hands, slowly walked to the gate of the courtyard, stood still, and blocked the way of Zhao Rong and the other man.

The moment Yu Huaijin's voice rang out, Fan Yushu's whole body froze.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong coughed lightly, glanced at Fan Yushu whose eyes were gradually widening, and suddenly said, "Senior Yu, Brother Yushu is too unreasonable. He wants to sneak out to play again. No matter how I persuade him, he won't listen. He even said that he will break up with me if I stop him again. Phew, Senior Yu, it's a good thing you showed up in time. Don't let him run away."

As he spoke, he smiled and walked forward, preparing to bypass Yu Huaijin and push the door open to leave.

Yu Huaijin suddenly said, "You are not allowed to leave either."

Zhao Rong paused.