Linlu Academy is located on the east bank of Lidu outside Duyou East City, adjacent to the river.

However, Zhao Rong had been in the academy for nearly ten days, but he had never heard any sound of the surging river coming from the river bank not far away, which was still visible to the naked eye.

How strange!

Early in the morning, on a road west of Linlu Academy.

Zhao Rong, Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying, each carrying a guqin on their backs, walked together towards the river bank west of the academy.

Zhao Rong rolled up his sleeves and walked between his two classmates. His eyelids drooped, and he yawned from time to time with his head down and his hands covering his mouth.

Because of the backlash of his innate energy last night, not only did all the innate energy in his body dissipate, he was also at his weakest since he had the sense of energy.

As a result, his body lost the support of his innate vitality, and he had back pain and no energy last night. As a result, when he got up in the morning, he felt very weak and had no energy. This was the first time Zhao Rong had experienced this since he started practicing mountaineering.

Zhao Rong raised his eyes slightly.

At the end of the field of vision, a vast maple forest is like a fiery red ribbon, spread out and placed horizontally on the river bank, while the Li Du River water is hidden in the hazy morning mist, as if covered with a pale white curtain.

There are two art classes in Shuexing Hall this morning, one for music and one for calligraphy.

The calligraphy class was taught by a female teacher named Zhu Weirui, whom Zhao Rong had just passed by when he was brought into the academy by his senior brother. This was also his first time attending her class.

Thinking of this, Zhao Rong's mind flashed again the poem sent by Zhu Weirui and the similar calligraphy that she must have copied carefully.

He pursed his pale lips.

The first class was Mr. Si's music and arts class, which was held at 4:15 in the morning. Yu Huaijin had told them yesterday that Mr. Si would be giving the class in the red maple forest on the west bank of the river.

Therefore, the three of them now rushed to the riverside. This was the first time that Zhao Rong went to the red maple forest by the river since he entered the academy. He had heard Mr. Yan mention it occasionally before.

Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze and turned around to ask, "Yushu, the river is so close, why can't I hear any sound of the river? Is it blocked by the magic of our academy?"

Fan Yushu raised his eyebrows.

"I thought Ziyu knew it a long time ago. It's similar to what you said, but according to rumors, this is a certain academy teacher whose title is higher than that of a gentleman in the history of the academy. When he first came to the academy, he was giving lectures in the lecture pavilion in front of us. He disliked the nagging sound of the surging river, so he shouted "Silence" towards the river bank. From then on, the sound of the river on our side of the academy could no longer pass through the lecture pavilion."

He pointed to the ancient pavilion that the three were about to pass by.

"Look, Ziyu, this is the pavilion. It's called Lecture Hall. The several teachers of Confucianism in our Mochi Academy sometimes like to bring us here to give lectures. In addition, other teachers in the academy also often give lectures here. You can often see those scholars and brothers gathering and sitting here."

Zhao Rong nodded slightly, raised his hand and yawned, "I see."

At this time, the three of them were approaching the ancient pavilion.

"Zi Yu, wait a moment, don't leave yet. There is an ancient well in the lecture pavilion. The scholars in the academy call it the Zhengguan Well. Usually, when people pass by, they will go to the well and use the clear water like a bronze mirror to look at their clothes and put on their hats."

Fan Yushu smiled and said:

"I heard from my senior brother before that according to rumors, if you drink this well water, people with bad intentions will vomit and have diarrhea, headaches, and will repent and change. But a gentleman will feel no difference after drinking it, and can even taste the cold and strong fragrance. It is a magical thing that can be used to make tea for yourself."

Jia Tengying, who had been silent at the side, took over Fan Yushu's words and said to Zhao Rong, who was listening attentively:

"You can use the water from the Zhengguan Well to adjust your clothes, but the academy has expressly prohibited you from drinking from it. Whether you are a student, scholar, or teacher, I guess only the dean can draw water from this well."

"Alas." Fan Yushu sighed, stamped his feet and hammered his hands, shook his head and said, "Ziyu, Brother Jia, it's a pity that I will never have the chance to taste this exquisite thing for making tea."

Zhao Rong and Jia Tengying couldn't help but look at him sideways. Are you sure you're not the one who's vomiting and having diarrhea, and who's being taught to be a new person?

Fan Yushu ignored the strange looks from the two and turned to run towards the lecture pavilion, "Zi Yu, Brother Jia, I'm going to straighten my clothes, do you want to come with me?"

Jia Tengying thought about it, then followed suit, imitating the habit of the scholars in the academy and straightening his clothes by looking at the well water.

Zhao Rong stood still, basking in the autumn morning sunshine, stretched out his hand and yawned, but did not move, mainly because he felt a little depressed and was too lazy to run.

But he had nothing to do, so he just sat there with his hands folded, looking at the ancient pavilion not far away.

Looking from the outside, the ancient pavilion is in a regular octagonal shape. There is an enclosed ancient glazed well in the pavilion. It looks very old and is hidden in a clump of green shade. It seems a bit lonely and quiet in the early morning.

At this time, Jia Tengying and Fan Yushu were standing beside the well, looking down at the water, and there was a hint of human life in the well.

Zhao Rong looked around again and raised his eyelids. The location of the pavilion and the well was quite rare. There were two green mountains on the left and right, very close to each other, and the pavilion and the well were built in the valley, on the shady side.

The three of them passed through here because this valley was a shortcut from the academy to the west bank of the river. Otherwise, they would have to go around the green mountains, which was quite troublesome.

Zhao Rong took a close look at the ancient pavilion and well located in the shade of trees in the valley, where the sun never shines, and didn't look at them any further.

Not long after, the sound of bells was heard from the distant mountains and forests. It was already late, so Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying returned together and the three of them set off again.

And just after leaving the lecture pavilion and crossing the valley.

The sound of the surging river waves, mixed with the rustling of the forest leaves, came towards Zhao Rong with the Li Du river breeze.

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When Zhao Rong and the other two arrived at the open space outside the red maple forest by the river, most of the students from Suixing Hall had already arrived. The blind Mr. Si was standing on the river bank with his back to the crowd, holding a zither, his clothes fluttering in the wind. It was unknown how long he had been there.

At this time, desks were neatly arranged horizontally and vertically on the open space. Most of the students had already sat down, enjoying the river breeze, listening to the rustling of leaves, and waiting quietly for class.

At the intersection behind them, a thin, short woman with a stern face was standing with her hands crossed, looking at Zhao Rong and the other two who were late.

"Senior Yu."

Zhao Rong bowed together with Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying.

Yu Huaijin looked at them carefully, his eyes lingering on Zhao Rong for a moment, and he also bowed in return, saying in a serious tone, "Brother Zhao, Brother Fan, Brother Teng Ying, please stand up."

The noise at the door attracted the attention of many students from Suixingxing Hall. They all looked over, and when they saw the person coming, many of them curled their lips.

Among them happened to be Wu Peiliang, who had previously argued with Fan Yushu.

He was originally listening to the waves with his eyes closed, shaking his head slightly. On his hair crown was a fashionable scarf among celebrities, which fluttered freely in the river breeze, looking very elegant.

At this time, he heard the voices of several people at the door. Wu Peiliang put down his hands playing the piano, turned his head and looked. After seeing that there were three people coming, he pouted and shook his head.

Yu Huaijin ignored the noise behind her. She said seriously, "You came a little late. Try to come earlier next time so that we can let Mr. teach earlier. After all, Mr. is not in good health and came very early."

Before Zhao Rong and the other two had time to nod, a "murmur" was suddenly heard.

"That's right. I don't know what you did last night. You couldn't even get out of bed. Haha, the mid-month exam dragged down our Ruxing Hall, but now you even drag your feet on weekday classes. Didn't you see that Mr. Si has been waiting for so long? It's really a waste of everyone's time..."

The tone was impatient and very dissatisfied.