Linlu Academy has Linglu on its back, Lidu in front, Linlu on the left and Duyou on the right.

With green mountains and clear waters complementing each other, lush trees and clear springs interweaving, and music and singing for thousands of years, it is a holy place for reading in the northern half of the continent.

Only here can such a large number of scenic spots be accommodated in one place.

If the view of the river and red maples on the west side of the academy is the unique autumn scenery of Linlu Academy, then the ginkgo trees in the valley under Linlu Mountain on the east side are another unique autumn scenery.

As far as Zhao Rong knows, this unique place is only two of the eight autumn sceneries of the academy. In addition, there are other beauties such as "Clear Mist over Mountain City", "Evening Bell in Misty Rain" and "Autumn Moon over Forest Hill".

At this time, it was afternoon.

At the foot of Linlu Mountain, in Cengcong Valley.

A large group of Mo Chi students, all dressed neatly in green robes, were walking quietly in the valley. The leader was the only young student who was not wearing a school uniform. He was walking in front with his sleeves rolled up and his back straight, looking around from time to time. His clear eyes reflected the golden ginkgo forest in the valley.

The group of students behind this young student were quite far away from him, yet they did not deviate from him. They followed far behind him, like a kite with a string that could be blown away by the wind at any time.

However, there are two exceptions.

One was a student with a white jade gourd tied around his waist. He was very close to the young student who was leading the group, following closely, looking up at the latter's back, with a look of wanting to say something but stopping himself on his handsome face covered with powder.

One was a short, stern-faced female student who wore a large school uniform. She was standing in the lead with a group of neatly dressed students behind her. From time to time, she frowned and glanced at the 'new teacher' in front of her, then looked back at her classmates with different expressions behind her.

This strange combination attracted many glances from passers-by along the way.

It can also be considered a...unique landscape?

The young student leading the group didn't seem to notice anything was wrong. He walked leisurely with his hands folded behind his back, enjoying the scenery along the way. His classmates behind him... or students, followed quietly. There was nothing wrong, but many of them had expressions of confusion, unhappiness, and dissatisfaction on their faces...

The apricot trees in the deep valley are shady, and the hanging stream washes over the rocks.

The afternoon sun is shining brightly.

In the sunlight, the tall ginkgo trees, turning yellow and golden, sparkled in the swaying, light and gentle autumn colors, forming a long golden tree-lined path.

Zhao Rong took a step forward, and this golden painting unfolded before his eyes, filled with warm colors.

The autumn breeze is warm at noon.

Among the apricot trees, beside the springs, and on the bluestones, one can often see scholars sitting quietly in secluded places reading.

Therefore, everyone's footsteps became spontaneously light.

However, some strange sounds were still echoing in the valley.

Cong Cong——!

The sound came from somewhere and echoed in the valley, but it was not noisy, which was enough to help the scholars read. If you listened carefully, you could hear some sense of calm and concentration.

Zhao Rong looked around the environment in the valley for a while and understood the origin of the name of this Congcong Valley. He curled his lips and felt that he had found a good place to sit quietly and read.

It is a kind of surprise and desire to try something new.

However, the warm autumn colors filling the valley also made him feel a little dazed.

Zhao Rong remembered that when he had just set out from Longquan Ferry in Da Chu at the beginning of the year, it was the spring thunder and the rain beating on the banana leaves. Now, in the blink of an eye, it is already autumn, and autumn clothes are thicker. The Moon Festival will be here soon.

He has also grown step by step from an unarmed scholar at the foot of the mountain when his memory had just been awakened to a student of the Confucian Academy who is about to rise to the top and transform into a dragon. Well, he is half a mountain man now, and now he is also half a calligraphy teacher, with a group of Mo Chi students who are unconvinced but not convinced.

Thinking of this, Zhao Rong turned around to look at the students following behind him and smiled brightly.

The latter were slightly startled and looked at each other in confusion, but some students also looked uneasy. After all, if it wasn't broad daylight, then... that smile was quite creepy, to do this suddenly.

Zhao Rong put his hands behind his back and turned around with a smile on his face.

Why should I care about your hearts? Just obey your bodies.

He promised Zhu Yourong that he would teach him wholeheartedly and without reservation - this is probably the reason why Yu Huaijin tacitly allowed him to lead Ruxingtang - but it is up to you whether you listen or not.

It is not the arrogance of not wanting to learn, but the respect of mutual understanding.

Because Zhao Rong is also an "old student", he understands the feelings of some of his classmates. For example, he has no interest in music and art, but he is still forced by Yu Huaijin to take extra lessons. He looks serious in front of her, but he is actually thinking: what are we going to eat for dinner, you have been waiting for me for 30 years, hey, I am finally going to finish playing... and so on.

It is so difficult to win a man's heart, and he is not interested in a man's heart.

Thinking of this, Zhao Rong shook his head.

At the same time, as if the abundant autumn scenery reminded him of something, he looked back.

During the past six months, he had picked up a silly little fox girl for free, met a close friend of a wealthy family's son, won a debate with a Taoist gentleman, designed a plan to blow up a Jindan Confucian scholar, buried an old friend who was both his teacher and friend at the foot of Qingshan, and promised him to meet another "Qingshan" in the future... In the end, Zhao Rong still accomplished his purpose when he set out and returned the jade to Qingmei. Of course, the most important thing was to hold her hand and pull her back into his arms.

So, the past six months have been quite busy and fulfilling?

Zhao Rong was speechless, then laughed and shook his head.

But for some reason, he suddenly thought of Mr. Fang who stayed in the Great Chu Dynasty at the foot of the mountain. Mr. Fang should still be teaching at the Imperial College in Qianjing...

At this moment, Zhao Rong stopped and turned suddenly, deviating from the path paved with apricot leaves, stopped in front of a ginkgo tree beside the road, reached out to pick a ginkgo leaf, and carefully put it into his sleeve.

The students from Ruexingtang who were following behind looked at each other in bewilderment.

His expression remained calm, he didn't look at the crowd, he walked back to the right path and strode forward.

I still remember that when I just decided to leave Qianjing, Mr. Fang gave me a parting gift: 'When spring comes next year, don't be a person who has not returned yet'.

It seems that Zhao Rong probably won't be able to go back next spring, but he can't be considered a 'person who has never returned', because Mr. Fang also hopes that he will go find Qingjun, and my hometown is where my heart is. Zhao Rong feels that wherever Qingjun and Xiaoxiao are, that's where his home is.

As for Mr. Fang... I will send an apricot leaf back with some words. Seeing the words is like seeing the person, Mr. Fang. I just don't know if if I send it now, it will arrive with the spring next year.

The young scholar's thoughts were flying like the falling leaves beside him.

In fact, Zhao Rong felt that now, he was studying and practicing leisurely in the academy, and next to him was the Taiqing Mansion where Qingjun practiced meditation. Although the two were busy with their own careers, as long as they missed each other, they could meet each other after walking a few steps. Such a life... seemed pretty good. In the future, he could have another baby, a fat and white one...

Ahem, I think I was thinking too far ahead.

Then come closer and look behind.

Currently, I am teaching calligraphy classes to two classes of students. There will be a mid-month exam soon. Then it will be the Moon Festival, which is the Mid-Autumn Festival when families down the mountain reunite. I must spend it with my wife. Zhao Rong is also thinking of preparing some surprises for Qingjun, but the most urgent thing is to enter the Fuyao realm first and practice as hard as he can. What if while practicing, his physical strength becomes greater than Qingjun's? Then he can grab her wrists and tie her hands behind her back. If my wife fails to resist, then... she will give in to him?

By then, will the soft jade hidden in his son's cafeteria be left for him to take at will casually, openly and honestly?

I feel like there is a lot of potential.

A student named Zhao was thinking happily and doing things that could only be done during the day.

Behind him, Fan Yushu, who had been following closely, felt that something was wrong with his friend.

Fan Yushu glanced at the strange smile on Zhao Rong's face, quietly reached out and pulled him, whispering, "Hey, Ziyu."

Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, "Ahem, what's the matter... Wait, what did you call me?"

He frowned, put his hands behind his back, and glanced at Fan Yushu.

Fan Yushu punched Zhao Rong and said, "Come on, Ziyu, stop pretending. We are friends, and I don't know you."

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and looked at the students of Ruexingtang behind him. They were all looking at them and whispering to each other, and seemed to be listening with their ears perked up. The valley was so quiet that it was difficult to hide the conversation between the two.

He turned around, frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

Fan Yushu glanced at his friend's face and hesitated for a moment, "Tzuyu, this is happy education? Isn't this just playing? He's always taking us out for a stroll."

Zhao Rong frowned, took a breath, and looked Fan Yushu up and down, his eyes showing shock: "Sure enough, with your intelligence, I still can't hide it from you!"

Fan Yushu: “…”

Zhao Rong patted his shoulder, then glanced at the students of Ruxing Hall not far away, shook his head, and said with emotion, "How can I be worthy of teaching you!"

Yu Huaijin and other students: "..."

Fan Yushu had no expression on his face.

You are a member of the evil cult!