Zhao Rong looked at Yu Huaijin holding the ruler with admiration.

He is really a close-knit little cotton-padded jacket for the gentlemen. No wonder, although he is too strict and polite to be considered a lackey of the teacher, the gentlemen still like him very much.

First of all, they are well-behaved and obedient most of the time and don't take the lead in making trouble.

Secondly, they are good at doing things, efficient, able to grasp the main contradictions and root problems of the conflict, and solve the problems from the root at one time.

Zhao Rong nodded, put his hands behind his back, turned around and continued walking.

In his opinion, it was obvious that the main contradiction in this conflict was only one: the contradiction between the friendliness, kindness and amiability of the new teacher and the growing itchiness of a student named Wu.

Very sharp.

Zhao Rong turned his back and left, sighed softly, looked at the sun again, and walked towards the exit of Chengcong Valley.

However, do you really think there is no classroom discipline in my class?

Close the door, let go...please ask Senior Yu to give you some 'make-up lessons'.

At this moment, the ruler came out and everyone fell silent.

Of course, it depends on the cooperation in the hands of specific people, such as Yu Huaijin with a stern face now.

Wu Peiliang took a look at the ruler. It was a dark blue color with a patina all over it. He didn't know how many years it had been passed down in the Ruxing Hall. It was an old ruler, probably older than anyone on the field. He didn't know how many senior students of the Ruxing Hall had come into close contact with it. However, these seniors must have had a bad time getting along with it.

You ask how Wu Peiliang knew this? The pits and scratches on the ruler are definitely not all caused by time...

He licked his lips, quickly looked away, turned his head to look at the back of Zhao Rong, who had no teacher ethics, opened his mouth, but immediately closed it again under Yu Huaijin's expressionless gaze.

"Follow me. We want everyone to move freely but you're still making so much noise. Let's get out of the valley first and don't disturb others from studying." Zhao Rong's voice came from afar.

Yu Huaijin held a ruler and looked around at the students of Shuexingtang with a calm gaze.

Everyone either lowered their eyes, or tilted their heads, or gave a friendly and harmless smile.

Finally, her gaze stopped on Wu Peiliang, who had his eyes drooped and looked dejected.

Although everyone wanted to ask Mr. Zhao why this ruler, which was supposed to be absent from your happy education class, appeared again, who dared to ask in the current situation? As expected, you can only believe half of what the teachers say, such as "Speak a little more" and "The get out of class will end after the lecture"...

Seeing that no one had anything to say, Yu Huaijin suddenly put the ruler back into his sleeve, raised his hand, turned around and followed Zhao Rong. Fan Yushu, who had been watching the show, followed leisurely behind him.

The students of Ruexingtang stood in place, looked at each other, and finally many of them sighed slightly, with helpless expressions, and followed one after another.

Soon, the students followed Zhao Rong out of the valley.

The little incident just now seemed to have passed. It was just a simple matter about Wu Peiliang's proposal to abolish Zhao Rong's one-man rule being rejected by Zhao Rong. After that, it was as if nothing had happened.

However, Zhao Rong, who had his back to the students of Ruxing Hall, frowned on his originally relaxed expression, but the frown soon disappeared.

After leaving the Chengcong Valley, Zhao Rong led everyone from Ruexing Hall to cross the Qingfeng Gorge and passed by Shize. Here, the spring flowed onto the rocks, making a sound of clinking.

Below the stone stream, there is an orchid stream, the water is so clear and fragrant that you can see mirrors in it. It cascades down into the Chengcong Valley. At this time, a group of people are going upstream.

After walking for about an incense stick of time, there were more and more people on the road. Zhao Rong and others came to the foot of Linlu Mountain, outside an ancient pavilion with a plaque that read "Inferiority".

Although Linlu Academy is large, most places are sparsely populated and a bit secluded, but there are also some lively places with a lot of people, such as the Zibei Pavilion at the foot of Linlu Mountain. The flow of people is almost comparable to the Holy Temple, Six Gentlemen Hall, Mochi Academy and other places in the academy.

Because the entrance to the Linlu Mountain hiking trail is not far away.

The entire Linlu Academy is built along the Linlu Mountain, and this place is almost at the center of the entire academy.

In the entire Linlu Mountain, apart from the corridors and climbing galleries that extend from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain for people to climb, there is only one building on the mountain and one building at the foot of the mountain.

The latter is the inferiority pavilion in front of Zhao Rong.

This was also his first time here, as it was quite far away from the Mo Chi Academy and Nan Xuan Academy where he often went.

At this moment, when Zhao Rong and others entered the pavilion, many scholars and Confucian scholars had already stopped to rest in the pavilion. Many of them looked over, curiously gazing at these somewhat abrupt students of Mo Chi.

Zhao Rong looked up at the ancient pavilion. The name was quite meaningful and made him feel inferior.

But it shouldn't mean that. He remembered a saying of a saint.

'The way of a gentleman is like traveling far, which starts from near; like climbing a high place, which starts from low.'

So it is climbing from low self-esteem?

Zhao Rong smiled and looked up at the top of Linlu Mountain. He saw an isolated dangerous building standing tall at the highest point. The building was nine stories high and should be the highest point in the entire academy. He just didn't know which one was taller, compared to the Ziyiyou Mountain in Duyou City.

The bustling crowd here should all be here for this nine-story dangerous building.

However, when Zhao Rong looked at this time, he saw that among the people at the foot of the mountain, in addition to the scholars from the academy, the students from the Mochi and some gentlemen, there were also many "outsiders". Some of them seemed to be Confucian scholars from outside the academy, wearing various Confucian robes. In addition, the most eye-catching ones were... the porters who carried heavy objects up the mountain, all of them were ordinary mortals, and there were also many carriages and sedan chairs parked at the foot of the mountain.

“That’s the library.”

Just as Zhao Rong was looking at him curiously, Fan Yushu walked up to him, squinted his eyes, looked at him, and introduced him softly.

Zhao Rong glanced at his friend, "Oh, the library... or the book collection building? What's the name of this building?"

Fan Yushu shook his head and said, "Shulou, it's called Shulou."

Zhao Rong smiled silently. Well, the predecessors who established this academy in the corners of the world were too lazy to even come up with a name. However, they were really arrogant, but they deserved it. After all, the entire Linlu Academy gathered the cultural essence of half a continent.

Fan Yushu sighed:

"It can be said that almost all books that Wangquezhou has had can be found in this library of our academy. Well... that's not entirely true, because there are no books on the meaning of classics in the library. They are all placed in the Zunjing Pavilion in the southeast corner of the academy.

But all other types of books, whether it is the other six arts, banned books, idle books, or unofficial books, are all here. However, there are not many people going to the Zunjing Pavilion, and it is not even one tenth as lively as here... The library is really a sea of ​​books."

Zhao Rong nodded slowly. The 72 Confucian academies established by Zhongzhou Confucian Temple in the nine provinces of the world generally undertake three basic functions.

Education, book collection, and sacrifice.

Fan Yushu looked around carefully and saw that his classmates were chatting in groups or doing other things. No one was paying attention to this place. Even Yu Huaijin was whispering with Xiao Hongyu and Li Xueyu. He covered his mouth and leaned close to Zhao Rong's ear, whispering in a squeezed voice:

"Hey, Ziyu, let me tell you, for thousands of years, countless dynasties and countries have kept secret erotic paintings in their palaces under the Wangquezhou Mountain. They are all on certain rows of bookshelves on the seventh floor of the library... What do you think? Are you tempted?"

“…”

Zhao Rong glanced at Fan Yushu who was winking at him and nodded, "I am indeed moved. Brother Yushu, you know so much, why don't you take action yourself if you are moved?"

Fan Yushu clenched his fist and pounded his palm, "I also heard about it from a good friend. I have never been to the library. The first time I entered the library, there was a small threshold, and I always thought it was troublesome to do it... Well, this good friend was the same as me. He heard it from his friend, and my friend's friend also heard it from a friend..."

Zhao Rong turned around and interrupted silently, "I think this good friend of yours has many other good friends... This is just a rumor, and I guess everyone in the academy knows about it. I thought you would tell me some exclusive secrets."

"Yeah, it seems so." Fan Yushu nodded. "In the academy, everyone usually talks about this in a low voice. But we are not sure whether these countless sets of erotic pictures exist. After all, the seventh floor of this library... we can hardly go there."

He scratched his head.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and became interested, but before he could ask again, Fan Yushu spoke again.

"But not long ago, the mayor of Youlan Prefecture came to our academy's library. The reason was that Youlan Prefecture was preparing to compile historical materials on the hundreds of dynasties that had come and gone in the past three thousand years. The officials in Youlan Prefecture had no idea how to handle this matter, so it was mainly our academy's responsibility. There were several gentlemen in the academy working on this matter, but it was not important. What was important was that I heard that the new mayor seemed to have gone to the seventh floor."

Fan Yushu's tone was calm and composed. "So this means that the historical materials and books collected by the academy about the many dynasties down the mountain are all hidden on the seventh floor of the library. And this clue is linked to the rumored secret palace pornographic pictures... It is likely that they really exist and are not groundless!"

When it comes to this kind of thing, he becomes very energetic and his analysis is very logical.

Zhao Rong nodded slowly, glanced at Fan Yushu, who was full of wisdom and had a bright look in his eyes, and was somewhat convinced.

"Good fellow, I was wrong before. I didn't expect Brother Yushu to be so..." Zhao Rong admired him, but the next second, he retracted his expression and said expressionlessly: "It's really boring. What does this have to do with me? Do you think I am someone who needs such vulgar things?"

Fan Yushu sighed, "I know that Ziyu already has a beautiful sister-in-law, so she probably doesn't need these things to solve problems. But from another perspective, there is still some demand for them, don't you think? For example... you can use them to study more with your sister-in-law, and stop being so reserved. It's always good to learn some new skills."

The more Zhao Rong listened, the more he felt something was wrong. He reached out and pushed Fan Yushu, who was leaning very close, a little further away. He said with a twitch of his lips, "Sorry, I don't need it. I don't need it. And, what exactly do you want to do by saying this all of a sudden?"

Fan Yushu coughed lightly and went around in circles again, "Ziyu, you know that the nine floors of this book building have clear boundaries. You can't go to certain floors unless you have a certain status in the academy."

Zhao Rong raised his eyelids, became interested, and thought for a moment, "So, we students can't go to the seventh floor, not even the scholar brothers can go?"

Fan Yushu nodded.

"Anyone who wants to enter the library must first meet a small condition. Tzuyu, have you seen those porters?"

He pointed to the busy figures at the intersection up the mountain not far away.

Zhao Rong nodded.

"Our academy is a sacred place for reading in Wangquezhou. Countless Confucian scholars have come out of it. It has also benefited most of Wangquezhou. We have received countless incense offerings. Most dynasties that respect Confucianism, whether they are royal families, powerful officials, or famous scholars, send people to send countless new and ancient books, rare books and rare editions to the library every year. This is also a good tradition in the literary world."

Fan Yushu looked at the Confucian scholars and carriages that had come from afar to deliver books here.

"However, these books need to be checked before they can be classified and collected in the library. There are too many books. Before, they were piled on both sides of the long corridors leading up the mountain. Therefore, these corridors were built to be particularly winding and long, just to place the books. But the workload is still too heavy, especially now. They send books in autumn, so some gentlemen and scholars come here to help the library and review ancient books when they have free time. This is also encouraged by the academy."

"So later, the library stipulated that if a newcomer wanted to enter the library, he or she must first take an ancient book from the corridor and read it carefully, then write a summary of the book, some thoughts on it, etc., so as to determine the classification details of the book, and then hand it over to the library. After confirmation, it will be stored in the library. The sea of ​​books in the library now all came from this."

Zhao Rong said softly, "Every time a book is published in the building, there is the hard work of an unknown fellow disciple. This is another thing that has been passed down and continued... It's interesting."

Fan Yushu glanced at him and said slowly, "After you finish, you can enter the library. The library has nine floors. Anyone can go into the first three floors to study, no matter if they are scholars in the academy or people who come here because of its reputation, even the night watchmen in the west of Duyou City. In fact, the books on the first three floors can be described as a mountain of books. There are so many that ordinary people can't finish reading them in their lifetime."

"From the fourth floor onwards, there are some rules. We, the students of Mochi, stop at the fourth floor, and ordinary scholars of the academy stop at the fifth floor. As for the sixth floor..."

Fan Yushu smiled and said, "This is the place that all cultivators below the Tianzhi realm, and even those in the Tianzhi realm, dream of going to in the entire Wangquezhou Mountain. And we can add the word 'the best'."

Zhao Rong pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "It's a fine poem."

Fan Yushu looked at Zhao Rong in admiration, "Zi Yu is indeed smart. All the poems and lyrics of Linlu Academy over the past thousand years are on the sixth floor of the library. Just think about it, there are a wide variety of poems and lyrics everywhere you look. You can see Climbing the Tower, Falling Flowers, and even the legendary Nanshan. As long as you are not illiterate, it's almost a matter of breathing to go from the Perfection of Fuyao Realm to the Initial Stage of Tianzhi Realm."

He shook his head with emotion. "But even within our academy, not many people can enter, let alone outsiders. Almost no one knows what the conditions for entering are. I only heard that a few years ago, a senior brother made a great contribution to the academy and was qualified to enter once."

"No more words. The scholars in the academy can enter the seventh floor. As for the eighth floor... that is where only the seed of learning is qualified to go. The last ninth floor..."

Fan Yushu thought for a while, "I guess only the headmaster can go there. I don't know what books are on the last three floors. I don't know. Well, that's not right. The secret erotic paintings in the palace of Wangquezhou we just talked about are probably on the seventh floor."

After the words fell, there was silence between Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu for a while.

Zhao Rong looked thoughtful and nodded gently, "Sixth level... promoted to Tianzhi in a breath... Eighth level... Ninth level..."

He whispered softly.

Fan Yushu glanced at Zhao Rong, "Zi Yu, this seventh floor, cough cough."

Zhao Rong came back to his senses and looked at Fan Yushu. He didn't ask him what was wrong with his throat, but nodded again, "I understand. Yushu saw my potential and asked me to work hard. When I am qualified to go to the eighth floor in the future, I will stop by the seventh floor to help you get it..."

"No," Fan Yushu interrupted him, his tone serious, "Aren't you very familiar with Mr. Zhu? She and Tzuyu have such a good relationship, ahem, well... you can ask Mr. Zhu to help get it. After you get the secret erotic picture, we can..."

Zhao Rong turned around and left without saying anything. He didn't want to bother with this guy.

Let Zhu Yourong take this thing? On the strange use of a female teacher?

Zhao Rong had a blank expression on his face.