Sudden.
Zhao Rong raised the scroll in his hand again, and dropped it again while Zhu Yourong was stunned.
Bang--!
There was a somewhat dull sound coming from the thick book's close contact with her fair forehead, which was exposed through her high-bound hair.
I was ambushed again.
The woman in Confucian robes narrowed her eyes, and the next moment, she reached out and snatched the scroll from Zhao Rong's hand.
Zhao Rong, who was facing her sideways, raised the corner of his mouth and let her take the book without any force.
Zhu Yourong grabbed the scroll and shook it a foot above Zhao Rong's forehead as if in protest.
The latter did not dodge.
But in the end, the scroll was not knocked down for revenge.
Because he is writing.
Zhu Yourong put the book down, propped up her chin, and looked at him quietly like a cat.
Noticing that the woman beside him had no more words, Zhao Rong looked up with a slightly surprised expression, glanced at her, and said softly:
"There is nothing wrong with your writing style. The strokes and the tip of the brush are all above standard. However, the problem of writing wrong characters still exists. This may be a systemic problem..."
After hearing that Zhao Rong only gave her a passing grade for her brush strokes and pen tip, which she had always been proud of, which roughly means it's just so-so.
Zhu Yourong was slightly startled, blinking and staring at Zhao Rong, as if there was a flower on his face.
Zhao Rong saw this and frowned, "What's wrong?"
Zhu Yourong quickly shook her head, but her eyes, as if suddenly lit up by someone, stared at Zhao Rong intently.
The woman in Confucian robes was not discouraged by the mediocre evaluation given to her by Zhao Rong, which made her fall from the cloud of self-satisfaction.
On the contrary, Zhu Yourong was very happy.
The reason is simple.
She is not afraid of the long road, or even of taking the wrong path.
Zhu Yourong was afraid that there was no way forward, a dead end, and he could only stay where he was and look at the sky from the bottom of a well.
The man in front of her, who was nominally her student, told her directly and clearly, and his existence also proved this point - the scenery in the distance was unique.
That’s enough, interesting people and interesting scenery are what Zhu Yourong is looking for.
At this moment, she suddenly frowned, with some confusion in her eyes, "Well, Tzuyu, what is system...systematic?"
Sometimes, some of the words that Zhao Rong blurted out were a little confusing to her, and sounded a bit like the dialect of a certain place.
Is it because I read too little?
Zhao Rong thought for a moment and said, "That's the overall meaning. The problem with your poor handwriting should be due to a problem in some link. If it's the same type, I'll give you targeted exercises and try to solve it all at once."
He paused, and then continued to persuade: "It's like teaching a man how to fish is worse than teaching him how to fish."
Zhu Yourong nodded thoughtfully and said seriously, "Thank you for your advice, Ziyu."
Immediately, she smiled sweetly, holding the scroll in one hand against her chest, supporting her chin with the other hand, and her sleeves slid down, revealing her slender wrists. The woman in Confucian clothes stretched out her index finger and lightly tapped the dimple on her cheek again and again.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, staring at Zhao Rong intently, with a bright glow in her eyes, "Zi Yu, you know so much, where did you learn that?"
Zhao Rong lowered his head and said casually, "I had a dream at the beginning of the year. I had everything in the dream. I learned it there."
Zhu Yourong smiled and was silent for a while, then she opened her lips and said, "Then Ziyu, can you tell me about this dream in detail later?"
Zhao Rong paused for a moment, then smiled, "Of course, but I have a story, do you have water?"
Zhu Yourong was startled for a moment, then she came to her senses and shook her head, with a little complaint written on her pretty face, "Today there is only one cup of hot tea, this kind of water... You don't know how hard I've worked."
Zhao Rong opened his mouth when he heard this, but swallowed the question he wanted to ask, "Then...thank you for your hard work, Mr. Zhu, get it for me."
Zhu Yourong raised the corner of her lips, "It's not hard. By the way, just call me Zhu Yourong. Teacher is too distant. Ziyu, tell me about the dream."
Zhao Rong twitched the corner of his mouth slightly. You also know how distant it is. Why didn’t you try to get close to me when you beat me?
He glanced at her and changed the subject.
"Wait a moment. Let me think about the words you asked me before. I will explain them in detail and in a simple and easy-to-understand way."
"Um."
Zhu Yourong made a pleasant nasal sound, and seeing this, did not ask any more questions.
Then she glanced at the scroll that Zhao Rong brought.
He picked it up casually, put his finger between the pages, flipped through them lightly, then pinched with two fingers and pulled out a thick paper manuscript from the book.
What caught Zhu Yourong's eye was the familiar, densely packed, elegant small regular script.
"Is this... a book sent from down the mountain, destined for the library?" She opened it, her tone curious.
"Yeah." Zhao Rong responded casually. He would have to return it to the library later.
Zhu Yourong lowered her eyes as she read the manuscript, which should be her reading notes and suggestions for entering the building. She felt that just looking at these small characters was a special kind of enjoyment.
It's a delight to the eyes.
"Tzuyu, your writing is clear, vigorous and smooth, and your composition is even, steady and rigorous..."
She nodded and smiled, then murmured a few words with emotion, and then her voice gradually became quieter as she began to read the contents silently with concentration.
But, half an incense stick later.
The relaxed look on her face gradually faded, and she opened her eyes slightly and stared at the paper with a hint of contemplation in her eyes.
"Not all official history is reliable, and not all unofficial history is without basis..."
Zhu Yourong murmured, she slowly put down the manuscript she had read carefully, and couldn't help but look up at Zhao Rong.
In fact, it is not necessary to be so detailed when writing these foreign books.
It's not about dealing with it casually, but it's the requirement of the library. You just need to write down the general situation of the book in detail and fill in some items so that the person receiving it in the library can see it at a glance and make sure there is no prohibited content, such as anti-Confucian or evil remarks.
Some other content, even if it is a fallacy or heresy, or anti-mainstream speech that goes against the will of the world, can be viewed critically and included in the library for future generations to read.
So this matter can mostly be accomplished simply by reading through and flipping through it.
Zhu Yourong had written it several times in his spare time before, mainly for the qualification to enter the building, because teachers, students and scholars were treated equally.
But Zhu Yourong had never seen anyone like Zhao Rong before, who reviewed every word and wrote a long article.
Moreover, at the end, the author puts forward a novel statement that "unofficial history can also be used as evidence for historical writing."
It was just a small matter, but he took it so seriously when it was handed over to him...
Zhu Yourong supported her chin with one hand and held up the manuscript that Zhao Rong had written more than ten pages on with the other hand. Her eyes moved back and forth between the manuscript in her hand and the profile of Zhao Rong who was concentrating on writing.
She was quiet for a while, then tightened her hands around the manuscript she was holding, tilted her head and said:
"Tzuyu likes to read history books down the mountain?"
Zhao Rong came back to his senses slightly, "Ah, what."
Zhu Yourong repeated it again clearly, her tone still curious.
Zhao Rong smiled and said, "It's okay. I'll take a look at it in my spare time."
He paused and added, "Actually, it's very interesting. If you're tired of writing, you can also read this kind of book. Reading history will make you wiser, and you can learn from the past and know the future..."
The young scholar shook his head and said nothing more.
Zhu Yourong asked curiously:
"Can this unofficial history also be compiled into the official records? A few days ago, Youlan Prefecture asked our academy to help compile and edit the historical materials of the hundreds of dynasties that have changed in the past three thousand years. I was almost drafted into the army, but I still refused. In the end, several other gentlemen and scholars were responsible for this matter and connected with the History Museum in Youlan Prefecture."
She looked thoughtful. "However, I've seen that when they compile history, most of them only look up official histories from various places and only focus on the actual records. Ziyu..."
Zhao Rong did not explain, but suddenly asked: "Why does the new mayor of Youlan Prefecture want to compile history? It is said that a new official will start with three major tasks, why is he doing this?"
"Who knows?" Zhu Yourong didn't hesitate any more. After hearing this, he said casually, "Duyou is the largest city of cultivators in Wangque Continent. It is also located at the end of the world in Xuanhuang. It is a place with great significance. Therefore, the position of the Lord of Duyou City..."
She paused after she finished speaking.
"If it were in other continents, with a human race emperor or an elector, this lady would just be a bullied young wife, but in the current Wangque Continent...
I have been traveling all the way here, and I have seen that the Tianya Sword Pavilion rarely interferes in the affairs of the mountain. The northern part of Wangque Continent is better, as the Sword Pavilion is located in the North Sea, and there are two large sects to help maintain some order. However, in the southern part of Wangque Continent, there is no major force with a say, and there are many dynasties under the mountain, so there is quite a bit of chaos. "
Zhu Yourong shook her head and glanced at Zhao Rong who was listening with great interest. She lowered her head and continued to flip through the manuscript in her hand, but continued to speak, but her tone was a little more casual.
"Although this is only one of the three small continents, and the most remote place in Central Continent in terms of transportation, it is, after all, written in every word of the Supreme Code "Xuan Di Law" that it belongs to the Xuan Huang human race and cannot be separated. No matter how remote and out of reach, we still have to manage it, otherwise Central Continent will not be able to justify it.
Therefore, the position of the City Lord of Youlan Mansion in Duyou City is quite interesting. It is not high but definitely not low. Under the circumstance that Tianya Sword Pavilion is bound by human laws, it is the highest legal position of the human official in the mountains and under the mountains of Wangquezhou. "
The woman in Confucian robes chuckled, raised her head and looked at Zhao Rong, then spoke leisurely:
"So, if the new city lord appointed by the bigwigs in Zhongzhou is not a frustrated person who was exiled after losing in a struggle, or a child of a noble family who came here to gild himself or retire, then he will most likely have to 'do something'. However... compile and organize the history books of the Shanxia Dynasty within the past 3,000 years? I thought the last possibility was the most likely, but now it seems that it may be the first two."
Zhu Yourong had a family background in learning and had traveled to various continents at an early age. She had a lot of knowledge and had met countless gentlemen and sages. In the past, she was content to write and grow orchids in Yilanxuan, and mostly ignored what was happening outside. After all, no matter how big the matter was, it would not affect her, a "stubborn" girl who had given up everything early on.
But now, seeing the man in front of her showing curiosity and wanting to listen, she told him everything she knew, patiently without any complaints.
Zhao Rong has a broad vision, but he has never left Wangquezhou and knows little about the outside world, which is exactly what Zhu Yourong understands.
Seeing him listening patiently and with great interest, her face lit up.
At this moment, Zhu Yourong finished speaking and saw Zhao Rong lowering his eyes and keeping silent. The corners of her lips curled up slightly, as if she was smiling but not smiling, and she didn't say anything else.
Zhao Rong looked up at her, nodded slightly, then continued to roll up his wide sleeves and lower his head to write.
The two of them have a tacit understanding that some things don't need to be said out loud, everything is implied.
Zhao Rong raised his eyelids slightly.
The new city lord's background should be roughly the same, and I heard that he is just an ordinary mortal whose life span will not exceed two decades.
So, it is very likely that it will be the same as when Zhao Rong was in the music class... just muddling through.
But we can't just do nothing. During calligraphy class, Zhao Rong would pick up a zither and play it casually, although he probably wouldn't want to listen to it.
I heard that this new city lord, whose surname is Li, sent people to compile history, which is similar to him playing the zither randomly. I guess their nature is similar.
Therefore, the big figures of the human race above can no longer say that City Lord Li did nothing, because he did do something.
What's more, nominally, giving the many dynasties at the foot of the mountain a unified title for compiling history is also quite nice. It can make friends with organizations such as Linlu Academy and Mohist Academy, and it can also send some friendly signals to local forces such as the immortal families in Duyou City and even the entire Wangquezhou Mountain, the royal families of the dynasties at the foot of the mountain, etc.
The whole continent was originally keeping an eye on the newly sent Lord of Duyou City, but it turned out that he was just compiling history with much ado about nothing, and he was only in charge of the affairs of the dynasties below the mountain... That's fine now, everyone knows what to do.
What? You dare to say that Youlan Mansion is idle in the history study? Bullshit.
This is clearly a major event that will benefit the present and future generations, but they really don't have any awareness of this... Therefore, everyone will cooperate with Master Li.
Sitting at the table, Zhao Rong curled his lips slightly and stopped acting like a curious baby.
Zhu Yourong also put the matter behind her. She lowered her head and stared at the small regular script that Zhao Rong was writing carefully, with her brows slightly furrowed.
At this moment, someone suddenly spoke:
"Next time, I'll write a special copy for you. This time, I'll hand this manuscript in to the library and get a pass to read on the first four floors."
Zhu Yourong's face showed a bit of pain, but she still nodded obediently.
At this time, someone suddenly cleared his throat and said, "Well, Mr. Zhu, you said that since my handwriting is so good, will there be a day when I get up and write a word, and then I will become a saint and ascend to heaven in broad daylight?"
Zhu Yourong was stunned as she looked at Zhao Rong who spoke in a somewhat proud and arrogant tone.
She tilted her head and smiled sweetly:
"Of course, of course. I hope that Ziyu will take me with you to ascend. Let me see how powerful your power is. You can blow us away without any magic."
Zhao Rong looked embarrassed and said hesitantly, "Teacher Zhu has such a strong body, it will be difficult for me to blow him up."
“…”
Zhu Yourong gritted his teeth and said, "You want to be beaten!"
The two of them laughed and joked for a few words, then fell silent again.
However, after a while, Zhu Yourong glanced at Zhao Rong again and said softly:
"Except for the unique poetry and verses that I have been blessed with, it is almost impossible to be directly recognized by the laws of heaven and earth and achieve enlightenment right away... Tzuyu, please get me the best calligraphy later. We will each prepare one and put it together.
I will try to ask the students in the academy who regularly send their articles and theories to the Jixia Academy to take them to Jixia Academy to see if they can... be inspired by heaven and earth to prove the truth."
The woman in Confucian robes tilted her head to look westward, gazing at the horizon with hope in her eyes.
Zhao Rong saw her in a daze and did not interrupt her. Although Zhu Yourong said that she wrote for the sake of pure love, who doesn't want the things they like to have more meaning...
He glanced at the distant horizon, where there were white clouds and returning wild geese.
That is the holy land for scholars from all over the world, the Jixia Academy.
Zhao Rong pondered for a moment, then recalled what Wen Ruo had once told him, and his expression showed some understanding.
The Jixia Academy was the most famous place for preaching the truth in the world. Therefore, scholars and practitioners from all over the world would try to bring their own articles, theories, and speeches to the Jixia Academy, hoping to be recognized by that world.
If it resonates with that world.
Then not only will you become famous, but you will also receive gifts from the great Dao.
Just like the "theory of the unity of substance and function" proposed by Zhao Rong in the debate between Confucianism and Taoism in Zhongnan Kingdom, according to Lin Wenruo and Mr. Yan, writing it down and sending it to the Jixia Academy would be a great gift there.
However, Gui did not recommend him to do so immediately. Not to mention whether Zhao Rong's "little bottle" could absorb the surging spiritual energy, even if he could hold on, he could not absorb much at the moment and it would all be a waste.
However, you can send your academic article first.
Ting Gui said that when an article that can get the response of heaven and earth is sent by wild geese, a group of brilliant red light will appear above the sea of clouds of the Jixia Academy. It has no owner but only recognizes one person as its master. It will travel through the nine heavens, waiting for the first proposer to come and sense and receive it...
The gorgeous Hongguang comes in different sizes and colors. Throughout the ages, there are many Hongguangs accumulated above the nine heavens in the Jixia Academy that no one has recognized.
Therefore, the wonder of the white rainbow piercing the sun and the auspicious sign of the colorful clouds were also the sights of the Jixia Academy. Especially the former, I don’t know who even abandoned this great gift of the law of the white rainbow piercing the sun, and did not take it, leaving it for future generations to admire and sigh...
When the Jixia Academy was mentioned, the two Confucian scholars in Lanxuan's study became quiet, each with their own aspirations.
Because just some rumors spread there, it became the most romantic place in the world in the minds of scholars outside.
But after a while, the silence was broken again.
Zhao Rong shook his head, getting rid of these distracting thoughts.
There was no rush to submit his essay to the Jixia Academy. Not only was he returning, but even Mr. Yan asked him to wait and not stand out from the crowd for the time being.
Zhao Rong glanced at Zhu Yourong. She was standing by the window, her beautiful profile looking west.
"Zhu Yourong, do you think my current handwriting is okay?"
The woman in the Confucian robe narrowed her eyes and asked again: "Does Tzuyu want to hear the truth or a lie?"
Zhao Rong thought for a moment and said, "It's a lie."
Zhu Yourong nodded, "You can enter the Dao now."
Zhao Rong understood and sighed slightly.
It was not for himself, because Zhao Rong had clearly stated before that he was pessimistic about the so-called calligraphy.
The reason is simple.
He didn't believe that in this world with tens of thousands of years of history, the predecessors were all incompetent.
How could it be so easy to walk on a road that none of them could walk on.
Zhao Rong is good at the calligraphy of "past life in dreams", but it does not mean that he can immediately become a saint if he takes it out in this world.
All we can say is that no matter whether it is calligraphy or poetry and articles in the previous life, they all excel in the cultural differences between the two worlds. It is not certain which of the two worlds is superior or inferior.
Therefore, Zhao Rong didn't have much hope for this matter, and this sigh was for the woman in front of him.
"Actually," Zhao Rong suddenly said, "I don't understand...what you did before coming to the academy."
Zhu Yourong's breathing was slightly choked. She lowered her brows, not daring to look at the man in front of her, her eyes slightly dimmed.
Immediately, for a moment, the corners of her lips twitched, trying hard to put on a smile.
Zhao Rong paused, stared into her eyes, and said word by word with a serious expression: "But... Zhu Yourong, I support you."
"You, don't give up." He turned his eyes away and looked elsewhere, but his voice came out again, "If there is anything I can help you with, you can tell me."
Zhu Yourong had a dazed expression.
Look at Zhao Rong.
Suddenly, she turned her head, looked away and looked at the scenery outside the window.
Suddenly the wind blew, and a few strands of her black hair, which was tied up high on her head, were blown away.
The woman has a slender neck and lowers her head with her eyes cast down.
"Um."
In Lanxuan's study, the wind blows through the west window and the sun is shining brightly.
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