In this test in class, after Zhu Yourong finished explaining the word "正" with great enthusiasm, before he started to mark all the students' papers, Zhao Rong was already the undisputed champion in the field.

With just one word, he overwhelmed all the students.

This kind of thing that the students of Suixingtang could never have imagined before class actually happened.

Although the prize had been seized by Zhao Rong, Zhu Yourong was still very serious in marking the papers. He scored on the default "10-point system" of the Mo Chi Academy and wrote comments carefully, only occasionally asking Zhao Rong for his opinion on the words.

Following the principle of not offending people and not being too prominent, Zhao Rong only glanced at them symbolically in the face of everyone's gazes. Most of them then gave a few vague compliments without making any knowledgeable comments on the good or bad, or telling any big truths. However, when he caught a glimpse of a piece of calligraphy in beautiful and elegant small characters, he frowned and concentrated, then took a breath and nodded, and then praised it with an sighing tone, telling some "big truths" without blushing or beating his heart.

After Zhu Yourong glanced at Zhao Rong, she nodded with a slight smile on her face, and with a stroke of red pen, she gave the paper written by a woman a high score of "7", which was relative to the entire Ruxingtang except Zhao Rong.

Such a scene caused many students to turn their heads to look at a petite and pretty female student. Li Xueyu lowered her head shyly and hid behind Xiao Hongyu. After a while, she raised her head and glanced at Zhao Rong's calm profile, who was not looking at her.

Finally, in the entire classroom assessment, except for the word "正" drawn by Zhao Rong, which was not evaluated and did not need to be evaluated, only three students, Yu Huaijin, Li Xueyu and Wu Peiliang, received the high score of "七".

The calligraphy class at Lanzhoudu ended with the sound of tables and chairs colliding and students from Ruexingtang standing up and bowing to see them off.

At this time, the whistling river wind like a knife blew again. In the autumn wind with red maple leaves flying, Zhao Rong carefully put away the precious little bamboo tube in his hand. He raised his eyes and looked at his classmates who were packing up their things and preparing to leave, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

The test papers had just been graded and distributed. In the end, he was the only one in the entire Suixing Hall who got nothing, while everyone else had received their papers.

A serious and responsible lady in Confucian clothes just before get out of class ended swore to Zhao Rong that this paper with only one word on it would be a bit too much work to correct, so she would take it home to correct it carefully, so she would not give it to him for now. If Zhao Rong was in a hurry, he could go to Yilanxuan to find her, she would be there all day...

Zhao Rong turned his head to look at Zhu Yourong's gradually receding figure on the path in the woods. She was holding his rolled-up paper in both hands, with her hands behind her back. She seemed to be walking forward with her head held high. Her steps looked very light, and no one knew what expression she had on her face at this moment.

Zhao Rong laughed and shook his head. He then ignored the more or less concerned gazes of the students around him. He lowered his head to tidy up the things on the table, turned his head and said to Fan Yushu:

"Yushu, I have something urgent to do. I will leave first and will not go back to Nanxuan Academy with you. Please talk to Brother Tengying for me."

"Okay." Fan Yushu nodded, but looked at Zhao Rong with resentment again.

Just now in class, when Mr. Zhu was marking his test paper and asked Zhao Rong for his opinion, Fan Yushu was full of expectations, but he once again witnessed the integrity of this good brother. What made him speechless was that the next paper was Li Xueyu's. Wow, the speed of her expression change, the precision of her facial expression management and the perfect strength... He was worthy of being called 'Brother Ziyu who would stick by me at all times', and Fan Yushu was heartbroken.

Zhao Rong blinked, ignored his friend's sad look, turned around, and left in the gaze of everyone.

A lot of things happened in the two classes this morning, Zhao Rong needs to digest them well...

At noon, on the west side of Linlu Academy, there are two green hills dyed yellow by the autumn colors.

There is a valley at the foot of the mountain, in the valley there is a pavilion, and in the pavilion there is a well.

There were few pedestrians outside the lecture pavilion at this time. There was a young Confucian scholar inside the pavilion, who would occasionally look up at the ceiling or look down at the ancient well.

Zhao Rong observed for a long time.

This is an octagonal ancient pavilion. It is not very big. Apart from covering the ancient well, at most two circles of people can stand beside the well. In the center of the top of the pavilion facing the well, there is a round painted wooden relief dragon. The dragon is reflected in the well. In broad daylight, with the swaying of the well water, it looks like a dancing dragon or a dragon playing in the water.

He stood at the mouth of the well, leaned against the edge and looked down. The well was very deep, about twenty or thirty feet, but the water was extremely clear, and the surface of the water was like a bronze mirror. This should be the mirror that the scholars and gentlemen in the academy used to use to adjust their hats.

Zhao Rong looked closely at the face reflected in the well water and the dancing shadow of the carved dragon above his head. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the middle section of the ancient well. There was a stone tablet embedded in the wall of the well, but from the angle from which Zhao Rong looked, it seemed that there were no words on the tablet.

He stretched his neck and bent over to look for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out. He was about to jump into the well.

Although the pavilion and the well are simple in style, they are not very noticeable in the academy because most of the buildings in the academy are ancient, and there are many buildings that look even older than the pavilion and the well.

However, the well water that Zhu Yourong used to make tea not long ago came from this ancient well.

Zhao Rong straightened up, exhaled lightly, and couldn't help but say in his heart: "Gui, you said... the well water has dragon energy?"

"Um."

Gui was silent for a while, "Look at the red snake transformed by the innate energy in your meridians."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Rong looked inward again, and saw that in the meridians of his body, the little red snake, which had inexplicably recovered after hearing the piano music in his dream during the first music class, seemed to have not changed at all. It was no longer as violent as it was after drinking the lotus seed porridge sent by Qingjun yesterday, but... some strange phenomena appeared in its body.

Some golden spots inexplicably appeared on the body of the little red snake. The 'gold' showed signs of spreading, and golden stripes appeared beside its mouth, which seemed to be about to break away from the body and transform into some kind of whisker-like creature.

Gui said in a deep voice: "This is a sign that dragon scales and dragon whiskers are about to be born. This happened after you drank those two cups of tea. I witnessed this scene with my own eyes."

Zhao Rong frowned and thought for a while, then couldn't help but said:

"Why me? I'm not the only one who has drunk the water from the Zhengguan Well. All the teachers in the academy, and those few scholars, should have tasted it. If this strange thing happened to everyone who drank the well water, it would have spread quietly and the well water would have been in great demand. But from the current situation, it seems that no similar thing has happened or spread. Yushu, Brother Tengying, and Zhu Yourong, they just said that this well water is suitable for making tea."

Above the Heart Lake, he paused, "Or are the gentlemen and the readers who drank the well water all aware of the truth, but are tacitly hiding it?"

Zhao Rong thought for a while and shook his head, "Not very likely... Why me?"

Gui heard this and hesitated for a moment, "I don't know the details, so I can't explain it to you."

"I am too weak now. I cannot sense the dragon energy in this well water. Just like the water in this well, I can't see anything strange now. I just observed the abnormality in your body and combined it with some secrets in my past memories. I guessed that it must be dragon energy. But there is still a possible explanation..."

Zhao Rong lowered his head, staring at the deep ancient well with moss-covered walls, frowning, "What explanation?"

Gui thought for a moment and said slowly:

"Pure-blooded dragon descendants are almost born at the seventh level. For water descendants to transform into dragons, most of them have to travel through rivers and seas to reach the seventh level before they can be reborn. However, now there are almost always dragon-slaying swords at the mouth of the Great Dust Sea, so this path for water descendants is almost impossible... No matter which method they use to become a true dragon of the seventh level, their dragon energy is almost impossible to absorb, not to mention that the target is the human race."

Its tone was somewhat uncertain. "But the current situation is that the innate energy in your body can actually absorb the dragon energy and show signs of transformation into a dragon, but your flesh and blood body has not absorbed the dragon energy and mutated... That can only mean that this dragon energy is naturally close to you, and there must be some kind of hidden origin."

Hearing this, Zhao Rong frowned even more.

He rubbed his face and said self-deprecatingly: "I am indeed the child of destiny."

Gui agreed, "Yes, who doesn't know this? Young Master Zhao, why don't you jump into the well and see if there is a real dragon ancestor of yours hiding in the well? For example, it may be suppressed and sealed. If you let it out, you may have a better chance. Well, maybe it's a female. Young Master Zhao will probably be ecstatic."

Zhao Rong: “…”

Gui smiled for a while, then thought about it carefully and said:

"It is normal for cultivators to encounter various inexplicable phenomena when climbing mountains. Cultivation is inherently mysterious, like a door to all wonders. How can you understand everything in detail? Even the ancient emperors had things they couldn't understand... So don't worry about it for now. But Zhao Rong, you still have to be careful. Blessings and disasters go hand in hand. Being close to this unknown dragon energy may seem like a good thing, a great thing, but you can't say for sure whether it may contain dangerous disasters."

Zhao Rong nodded, looking at his face in the deep well water, and the dancing shadow of the majestic carved dragon above Zhao Rong's head, and nodded, "I understand."

Immediately, the sword spirit chuckled and said, "Speaking of the present, this red snake turning into a dragon, no matter where it happens, is a great opportunity, it implies transformation from mortal to saint, a complete transformation, it has a great meaning, although it may not be as exaggerated as your wife's heart lake has a lotus pond, which gave birth to two first-class flying swords, and if half of it is broken, it will become a first-class sword immortal embryo, but it is definitely not small."

Zhao Rong rubbed his face.

"That's enough. I've finally hit the jackpot again. I thought that the Thunder Purple Gold Furnace and the now missing Li Ji Sword Pill had used up all my luck, and coupled with your bad mouth... I didn't expect to run into this weird well. It seems that I'm not arguing with you now, and I've accumulated a lot of good words, which is good."

Return: “…”

The sword spirit thought about it and decided not to argue anymore. It also wanted to accumulate some good words to see if it could exchange them for a thunderbolt that could kill Zhao Rong.

There was silence on the lake of my heart for a while.

Gui suddenly said in an excited tone:

"This red snake's transformation into a dragon has many mysteries. I vaguely remember a set of ancient exercises that are somewhat compatible with it. The meridians... transform into a dragon... walk along the river. Let me take a nap and think about it carefully. Zhao Rong, can you break through the blocked veins and the limitations of your innate talent? Your hope of advancing to the Haoran realm may lie in it. Go get more well water now, whether you want to make tea or something else, drink it all. The two cups of tea before are far from enough!"

Zhao Rong was also a little excited at first, but he didn't know what he was thinking about. He said helplessly: "Alright, alright, I get it. You just make big promises to me. You have never helped me much. I have always worked hard... I will find a way to get the well water, but this well..."

Zhao Rong raised his head and looked around. At this moment, the valley below the mountain was quiet and silent, and there was no one around. It seemed that no one would know if he jumped into the well now.

But Zhao Rong felt that he was not a fool, and the academy was not a fool either. It was clearly stipulated that except for the headmaster, no students, scholars, or even respected old gentlemen were allowed to take water from the Zhengguan Well without permission. However, the academy still treated the well carelessly and left it unattended. There must be a reason. Only a fool would go down to get water...

Zhao Rong sighed slightly, looked down at the bright water in the well with reluctance, and touched the small bamboo tube in his sleeve.

He was silent for a moment, then turned and left...