At three o'clock in the night, the moon is dim and the stars are sparse.

Nanxuan Academy is located at the foot of the green hills. It is a row of various buildings, quietly hidden in the darkness.

The new glow of the autumn moon sets, and the hazy light spreads across the quiet courtyards.

Looking down at the world from the sky, there were occasionally a few orange candle lights in the school.

The warm candlelight and the cold moonlight mixed together, and the boundary between the two was vaguely blurred, as if they were about to melt into the night.

And somewhere, in a courtyard that was recently renamed Dongli Cottage.

There is also a student house, which is one of them.

The north room was the same as every night, with the lights still on in the window.

In the half-open paper window that let in orange light, there were piles of manuscripts and mountains of books on the desk.

A young scholar with his black hair tied up casually was leaning on the table with one elbow, his head supported by the back of his hand, and his eyes closed quietly.

His body swayed slightly from time to time.

Next to the other hand spread out on the table, there were a few yellow apricot leaves, with words seemingly written on them, lying quietly on the table.

A candle on the table cast the shadow of the man and the objects on the desk onto the wall.

Suddenly, the shadows began to shake. It was the orange flame dancing.

As if disturbed by the autumn wind blowing in from the window.

There is an interweaving of light and shadow in the house.

In an instant, Zhao Rong opened his eyes, put down his hands, and leaned back.

He stared blankly at the messy desk, his eyes swept across the maple leaves, then turned to glance at the window that let in the cool breeze.

Zhao Rong's eyes were as bright as stars, seeming to light up the dim orange light in the room.

But there was still some lazy sleepiness in his eyes, and he looked dazed.

Zhao Rong shook his head, stood up, closed the window, went back to the table and sat down again, rubbing his face hard with both hands.

He had almost fallen asleep again.

I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been too busy these days, but I always feel a little sleepy when it’s late at night and everyone is asleep.

Yesterday afternoon, after assigning homework to the students of Ruxingtang and announcing the make-up lessons that had been planned long ago, Zhao Rong returned leisurely.

At night, he attacked the eight extraordinary meridians again.

Five extraordinary meridians have been successfully broken before, and now there are three left, namely the Yangwei meridian, Yinwei meridian, and Chong meridian.

With the aftereffect of the fifth cup of Zhengguan Well water he drank from Zhu Yourong a few days ago, he has been attacking the Chong Meridian these days, and the results are remarkable.

The progress tonight was also good. Even though the little red snake has not yet successfully transformed into a dragon, its effect and power are incomparable to before.

The important pass within the Chong Mai is about to be broken through.

However, Zhao Rong also learned from his previous experience and did not rush. Instead, he proceeded in stages, taking several nights to make steady progress.

Therefore, after completing the day's progress, he stopped at the right time.

The lesson of acting too hastily last time is still vivid in my mind. If something goes wrong again, who knows if I can still hear that strange piano sound in my dream? Otherwise, I will suffer a great loss.

According to the current progress, if he keeps it up and drinks a few more glasses of water from the Zhengguan Well, Zhao Rong will be able to be promoted to Fuyao before the Mid-Autumn Festival...

Inside the house at this time.

Zhao Rong looked at the swaying orange fire and frowned slightly.

The fact that he was almost about to fall asleep again just now made him secretly alert.

According to Zhao Rong's experience in mountain climbing, it is normal for mountain people at this level to not feel sleepy for most of the day. Meditation is a form of rest, and the next day they will be full of energy.

I haven’t practiced too hard recently, so I don’t feel tired during the day.

I just didn’t know what was going on with the sleepiness I had just felt. It seemed like I had dreamed about something vaguely, some pictures full of ink lines, and black and white colors interwoven... But before I could see more and figure it out, I was awakened by the cool breeze.

Zhao Rong rubbed his face, muttered a few words, and shook his head.

You need to be more careful with your pulse these days.

However, today is another day off.

I don’t know what he was thinking of, he smiled and then stretched out his hand.

There were piles of manuscripts on the table, each with different handwriting. Zhao Rong took one, looked at it carefully under the orange light, and picked up the red pen to make corrections.

These are the homework assignments for the students of Justice Hall and Ratexing Hall.

In the candlelight, Zhao Rong lowered his head, writing with his hands, stopping intermittently, with his profile focused.

Just writing and writing.

His brows sometimes frowned and then relaxed.

Occasionally he nodded slightly and made a stroke with his wrist.

Sometimes his eyebrows raised, the corners of his mouth curled up, and his writing movements became lighter.

However, there were times when Zhao Rong could not help but spread out a piece of rice paper with both hands, stare at it carefully, frown and take a breath, and then pretend to tear up the words that were so polluting.

However, after resisting the urge and feeling upset for a while.

He would get up and walk around the room a few times, looking down and thinking about something.

Then he returned to the table, picked up the calligraphy that said "this is going to kill him", read it from beginning to end, picked up the pen, and wrote very attentively, asking the owner of the calligraphy how to improve his comments.

These are what Zhao Rong has done every night since he became an assistant teacher of calligraphy classes in two schools, but he has been doing them more frequently recently because the big exams are approaching.

Although the calligraphy class during the day is a "happy education", I take the two classes of students out for fun.

But as he had frankly stated to Gu Yiwu before, the essence of calligraphy lies in "comprehension" and "skills".

Both are indispensable.

The purpose of their daily classes is to let them "understand", and the homework assigned to the students after class is "engineering", which requires them to practice hard.

Moreover, Zhao Rong seldom talks about the secrets of brushwork in class.

However, Zhao Rong carefully annotated every homework assignment handed in by the students with a red pen.

Moreover, he also pointed out the problems and deficiencies in his comments on each homework according to the different situations of each student.

Sometimes, I even took the trouble to write several thousand words of suggestions for improvement.

It can also be considered as teaching students in accordance with their aptitude.

And these after-class tasks have taken up most of Zhao Rong's after-class time.

This is one of the reasons why impacting the Chong Meridian has to be completed in stages over several days.

As for the effectiveness of his all-night 'work'.

Zhao Rong sighed softly.

The effect at the Hall of Justice is quite good, but here at our own Hall of Regret...

It’s not that the words that caught his eye were more in the former school than in the latter school.

Rather, it means that the students of Justice Hall are making progress faster than the students of Sex Hall overall.

At present, the overall calligraphy of Shuexingtang is better.

Among them, Zhao Rong also found that many of his classmates had very good handwriting.

For example, Li Xueyu.

Zhao Rong was very impressed by the elegant and graceful calligraphy.

Moreover, she must have carefully read the advice in some of the comments and made progress every time.

Zhao Rong felt that the handwriting was like the person, elegant and delicate...

For example, Yu Huaijin.

Although his calligraphy is too mechanical, his foundation is indeed very good and he has learned a lot from Zhu Yourong's calligraphy.

After a lot of hard practice, I don't have too many problems with engineering.

It would be even better if we could add some spirituality, that is, 'understanding'.

It is no less than the finishing touch to a painting, but this point of spiritual connection is precisely the most difficult.

Zhao Rong felt that the handwriting reflected the person.

This is very 'Yu Huaijin'...

Another example is...Fan Yushu.

When Zhao Rong first met him, he discovered that this seemingly unreliable friend actually had an elegant and graceful hand in cursive writing.

Fan Yushu's handwriting is quite elegant and graceful, yet also somewhat regular.

The brushwork is exquisite, but within the rules the writing is free and unrestrained, with some hint of "cursive" style.

I don’t know how this guy, who is too lazy to even copy his homework on weekdays, practiced this.

Could it be that Brother Yushu has an unknown history of hard work and perseverance?

He is not a treasure boy.

As for whether it is the same as writing love letters, it was practiced for Miss Ye.

Zhao Rong felt that this possibility was quite low.

Because calligraphy, especially this good cursive script, is different from the regular script. It requires daily practice and cannot be mastered quickly.

As far as he knew, Brother Yushu and Miss Ye seemed to have had a good relationship in the past.

It was similar to what he and Qingjun had before, they were childhood sweethearts.

The gradual estrangement between the two seemed to have only occurred in recent years.

This is why he was a little surprised.

However, Zhao Rong remembered that Fan Yushu seemed to have mentioned during a drinking session that his family’s thatched cottage shop on Wangquezhou Mountain did quite a big business, so... family tradition?

Zhao Rong shook his head slightly, thinking that he would ask Fan Yushu when he had the chance another day.

As for the calligraphy of other students in Ruexingtang.

Brother Teng Ying and another introverted student in the hall who is said to be doing well in academics both have good handwriting. I believe that they must have studied hard after class.

Well, also, Wu Peiliang's book boy's handwriting is pretty good...

It should be a book boy, Zhao Rong thought.

Especially after he corrected the comments again and again and handed them out, until recently, the handwriting was getting better and better...

This made Zhao Rong want to meet Wu Peiliang's servant...

In front of the desk, Zhao Rong laughed.

After a while, he continued to bury his head in his desk, correcting the homework of the students of the Hall of Justice with his side profile.

Therefore, Zhao Rong felt that, on the whole, the handwriting of students from Shuxing Hall was better than that of students from Zhengyi Hall.

But except for the few people who just flashed through his mind, they made rapid progress.

The overall progress of Ratexing Hall is not as fast as that of Zhengyi Hall.

And decide these.

It's attitude.

The night flows quietly.

Everything was quiet.

In the north room of the Dongli cottage, a young scholar was sitting at the desk, writing quickly with his head down.

The small mountain of manuscripts on the desk gradually decreased in height, and the mountain of books was "moved" to another place one by one.

The lamp was being held by a hand with ink stains on the back, holding a pair of scissors, and the wick was being cut off again and again.

The young scholar was buried in writing, and only occasionally, after revising a piece of calligraphy, he would take out an apricot leaf.

Be quiet for a moment and gently write down some words for some distant old friends on it.

Sometimes, he would slowly put down the pen in his hand and go to the window.

Raise your hand to hold the window and look up gently.

Quietly watching the bright moon gradually setting in the west.

I don’t know who I’m thinking about.

…

Today seems a little different from the past.

The mornings that used to be so quiet are now filled with the vitality that is unique to holidays.

Linlu Academy became lively early in the morning.

On the main road, beside the trees, and in front of the government office, the flow of people gradually increased.

However, this is not the case in the Mochi Academy and Suixing School in the southeast corner.

Early in the morning, the students of Ruxingtang gathered together.

Different from the bustling other places on the holiday, the hall, filled with students, was silent.

Zhao Rong, who had arrived early and was waiting, stood on the podium.

His expression was calm. He tapped the table rhythmically with two fingers and looked quietly at the students below.

Yu Huaijin was collecting the homework he had assigned yesterday at the table.

Except for Jia Tengying and other students who are usually honest and hardworking, most of the other students in Shuexingtang look unhappy.

However, there were not many students who looked tired.

Among these students who looked tired was Li Xueyu. She raised her sore wrist and rubbed it while handing the "a little homework" in someone's mouth to Senior Yu.

The word "forever" a thousand times.

It took a bit of a rush to finish it overnight.

Especially for those who are serious about writing.

It would be easier to fool people who write casually.

Of course, there are some students with good accomplishments who can write a thousand words seriously and still look normal, but they are only a minority.

Zhao Rong had a calm expression, but he was secretly paying attention to the expressions of the people below the stage.

He understood many things before he even saw the homework handed in.

But after observing the situation, Zhao Rong felt a little pessimistic.

In addition to estimating the results of this assignment.

He also found that most of the students in the audience looked unhappy.

It goes without saying that it’s because of today’s make-up class.

Zhao Rong sensed some 'dangerous' gazes.

I feel a little embarrassed.

After all, even if the dragon slayer turns into a dragon, he still needs a period of adaptation, right?

It was the first time that he gave students extra lessons on their day off, and he felt a little guilty.

I wondered whether I should explain something like 'I'm doing this for your own good'.

Or give some encouragement, a shot in the arm or something, to ease the atmosphere in the classroom.

By the way, Senior Yu, you are leading Shuexingtang to prepare for the mid-month exam. Don’t you have a slogan or something? Otherwise, sir, I will give you the whole one?

Zhao Rong couldn't help but glance at Yu Huaijin.

As usual, he still had a stern face, but he hadn't said a word since she walked in.

I don’t know if this senior student Yu is here because today is a special day - there are a few days like that every month.

Well, a day off.

Or was it because I wanted to give him extra lessons, but he made up for me instead...

However, Zhao Rong thought about the "attitude" problems he discovered when he was correcting the homework in the past few days.

He pursed his lips and suddenly said:

"From now on, until the mid-month exam, we will change the way we teach calligraphy. We will no longer take you out to travel. You should just stay in the school and practice calligraphy, and focus on your studies. I will accompany you and watch from the side..."

The students of Ruxingtang looked at each other.

Exchange glances.

Wu Peiliang curled his lips and shook his head, saying, "Why didn't you teach me like this earlier? What a waste of time."

As a result, the final exam is almost here...I feel like it will be the same with or without you.

However, although many students thought so, they felt that Zhao Rong was hiding the secret technique of how to write beautiful characters, and was afraid that others would learn it, so he took them around randomly.

However, when I think about my calligraphy classes in the future, I realize that I can no longer go out and play freely.

Many students still had a look of disappointment on their faces.

Zhao Rong glanced around, taking in everyone's expressions.

He shook his head slightly, but said nothing. He turned around and smiled:

"Xuan Ji, are all the people here?"

Yu Huaijin nodded and placed the collected homework on the long desk at the podium.

There was a dull thud, and a thick stack of manuscript paper fell down.

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes and put them away. He was busy again...

He let out a breath secretly, raised the corners of his mouth, smiled gently, and said to the students:

"Then let's go to class."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Rong was about to take action.

Suddenly, the originally bright and spacious Shuexing Hall became dark.

The light was blocked by something in front of the gate.

Inside the hall, Zhao Rong was stunned.

In the peripheral vision, there seemed to be a slender figure there.

He and the students in the audience turned their heads to look.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows.

It turned out to be Sima Duyi, the scholar from Linlu Academy whom I met in front of the library yesterday.

At the gate, Sima Du's eyes, still sleepy, searched the hall.

"Brother Sima!"

A student from Ruexingtang said in surprise.

Sima Duyi nodded slightly, then ignored everyone and walked straight to the seat of Li Xuexiao, who was slightly stunned.

"Brother Duyi, why are you here?"

The girl with dimples tilted her head up to look at him and cried out in surprise.

"I was going to visit my uncle today, and I came to look for you. I just went to your dormitory, but there was no one there, so I came here."

Sima Du paused and looked around.

"Isn't today a holiday? Why are you still having classes at Ruxing Hall?"

Li Xueyu blinked and didn't know how to explain for a moment.

Sima Du looked at her carefully and found the tired dimples on her little face, her red wrists, and her slightly trembling fingers.

The cold-eyed young man raised his drooping eyelids, as if waking up, and said indifferently:

"Xueyou, what happened? Who...did it?"

The students from Ruxingtang around turned their heads and looked towards the podium.

On the podium, Zhao Rong was looking at the back of the uninvited guest.

now.

Sima Du suddenly turned around.

Their eyes met...