"Tzuyu, don't leave yet, come over and talk."

After the perch banquet ended, the disciples said goodbye to Yan Ji and left.

Yan Jidao suddenly called out to Zhao Rong who was about to leave with his wife.

Zhao Rong stopped and walked towards Mr. Yan with Qingjun and Qian'er amid the friendly laughter of his senior brothers.

The eldest brother patted the younger brother on the shoulder and went to deal with the miscellaneous matters of the banquet.

Zhao Rong and the other two were left with Mr. Yan, sitting by the river and chatting.

The weather was fine at this time, and the water flow was slow here on the river bank, so Yan Jidao went fishing with a fishing rod.

Zhao Rong also took out a fishing rod and sat next to Mr. Yan to fish.

Yan Jidao stroked his beard and turned around to glance at Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Qian'er who were standing behind Zhao Rong and waiting quietly.

Just now during the dinner, he was about to give the two girls a gift, but was politely declined by Zhao Rong.

At this moment, Zhao Rong seemed to have noticed Yan Jidao's gaze and said with a smile:

"Teacher, the poems you gave me are too valuable. I heard from my senior brother that they are all the ones you have treasured and found that you have liked over the years."

He smiled helplessly and shook his head.

"My wife and I don't have the nerve to accept it. Besides, we came here in a hurry today and only brought a few dishes and a jar of wine. The teacher's sea bass sashimi has already made us very satisfied. My wife and I don't have the nerve to accept such an expensive thing."

In fact, Yan Jidao saw that both Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Qian'er were in the Haoran realm, and Concubine Zhao Ling was stuck at a bottleneck, so he prepared to send out those poems that were of high quality.

This is exactly what they need.

Although in order to break through from the Haoran Realm to the Tianzhi Realm without any hesitation, one needs an extremely precious Nanshan poem, and the person who breaks through the realm must also be able to sense the poetry.

With the help of this mysterious connection and the surging spiritual energy provided by Nanshan Poetry, the mirror was broken in one fell swoop.

However, although the Falling Flower and Climbing Tower levels other than these cannot be accomplished in one go, at least after generating induction and absorbing spiritual energy, one can be one step closer to breaking through.

This is why Yan Jidao prepared to send poems.

However, the young disciple declined.

Yan Jidao looked at Zhao Rong's expression and nodded slightly. He knew that Zhao Rong always had his own ideas and should know his limits, so he did not force him.

Zhao Rong turned around and glanced at Qingjun and Qian'er.

He has a vast amount of memory from his previous life and is well versed in the rules of poetry. The last thing he lacks is good poetry, even the Nanshan style that he deliberately keeps a low profile on.

But the current situation is not suitable for Zhao Rong to take it out.

It’s not that he is stingy, he is probably more anxious about Qingjun’s cultivation than she is.

This prodigal woman possessed the best heart lake vision on the mountain, but she destroyed it in an instant.

Zhao Rong felt pain in his heart when he thought about it, and wanted to punish this silly woman according to his family rules.

It's just that the emotional dispute between the two of them was a bit complicated. If you look into it in detail, under Qingjun's aggrieved and resentful eyes, most of this family law will probably be imposed on him...

No matter what, it is his unshirkable responsibility as a husband to help Qingjun repair his heart as much as possible.

It is also what I am thinking about now.

Although Qingjun's bottleneck can be solved by using a suitable Nanshan poem, the main reason for her bottleneck is the sword heart injury mentioned by Gui.

The direct consequence was that half of the Heart Lake vision was destroyed, and a first-class flying sword became an ordinary one.

This is the fundamental problem.

If you want to solve the problem, you have to start from here.

Although it was on the last holiday, in the grove, the two of them had their hearts connected.

Gui said Qingjun's heart was showing signs of slowly recovering, like a dead tree coming back to life in spring.

But it is still far from complete recovery and upgrading the flying sword.

Therefore, even if he temporarily borrowed Nanshan's poetry to break the mirror and enter the Tianzhi realm, he won the competition with the Taiyi Prefecture genius who competed with his wife and called it a plan, and became the youngest Tianzhi realm swordsman in the four Taiqing prefectures, and the first among the young generation.

So what?

The problem still exists.

Moreover, it is asserted that the next time Qingjun forges the golden elixir from the Tianzhi realm, there will still be shackles and an unstable foundation, and the hidden dangers may be even greater.

Therefore, it is better to stay in the Haoran realm for a while and accumulate experience.

The lotus pond in the heart lake will recover as much as it can naturally.

Moreover, for a genius like Qingjun who is used to breaking through the realm with overwhelming force and having no obstacles in his way, this is actually a rare experience.

After that, the time cost is not proportional to the benefits of waiting, and then you can seek methods such as Nanshan poetry to break through the Tianzhi Mirror.

Therefore, Zhao Rong also secretly told Zhao Lingfei not long ago, asking her not to be anxious, but to calm down and practice step by step.

There was a subtle hint in her words that her husband had his own arrangements.

But when Concubine Zhao Ling heard this, she just smiled gently and changed the subject calmly.

Just like when the two of them were together before, they didn't talk much about cultivation.

In her opinion, what Zhao Rong meant by 'having my own arrangements' should be things like the poems about fallen flowers that he had given her before.

As for the poetry appreciation in Nanshan, well, Concubine Zhao Ling did not doubt that her husband could not get it.

After all, it is in a Confucian academy.

Zhao Rong asked Mr. Yan and other teachers to help him, and spent a lot of favors, so there is a possibility that it can be borrowed.

But even if you go through great pains to get one or two songs, there is a high possibility that you will not be able to use them.

Because this requires her to resonate with the poetry in order to gain a breakthrough, just like the love letters her husband wrote to her.

However, all these poems and lyrics collected from Nanshan have their own creative backgrounds.

Concubine Zhao Lingfei had not studied much about poetry, and she lacked the empathy of those talented fairies who loved poetry.

There is a high possibility that you will not feel anything for the poems and lyrics you obtained from Nanshan, and your efforts will be in vain.

Therefore, Concubine Ling of Zhao never mentioned the matter of spiritual practice in front of Zhao Rong.

In fact, Zhao Rong had vaguely guessed some of his wife's thoughts at that time.

But I didn't waste any more time explaining it to her.

Some things are more powerful when done than when said.

Besides, he was a little uncertain about these things.

The Li Ji sword pill that had been staying at the bottom of Ting Ni's purple gold furnace was still missing a small corner and needed to be tempered by a bolt of heavenly thunder from Gui's mouth.

However, Zhao Rong has not stopped inquiring recently, but still has not found many clues.

However, Zhao Rong still did not give up at all.

He was quite looking forward to seeing what kind of expression Qingjun would have when he fished out the "bright moon" from the bottom of the stove and casually handed it to his wife.

Ahem, we agreed to let him do whatever he wants...

In addition, Zhao Rong was also concerned about Qian'er's cultivation.

But no matter what, he would not be so shameless as to accept Mr. Yan's gift.

Right now.

Concubine Zhao Ling, who was standing behind Zhao Rong, saw her husband looking back.

She gave Zhao Rong a faint smile.

The latter came back to his senses and smiled as well.

"Qingjun, I'm going to talk to the teacher for a while. If you and Qian'er are bored, you can go somewhere else to play. I'll come find you before I leave."

Zhao Lingfei and Qian'er looked at each other and nodded slightly.

Soon, they left together and went for a walk in the maple forest not far away.

Zhao Rong looked at the two lovely figures and whispered:

"Mr. Yan, do you have anything to tell me?"

Yan Jidao stroked his beard and shook his head slightly.

"I don't have anything to tell you, I just want to chat with you. By the way, how have you been in school recently?"

Zhao Rong turned around and let out a long breath.

He raised the fishing rod in his hand and said, "It's OK. I get along well with my classmates. It's just that the mid-month exam is coming up, so I'm a bit busy."

Yan Jidao nodded and said with a smile: "Are you sure you can get the first place in this exam?"

Zhao Rong immediately shook his head and said bluntly, "No."

Yan Ji said: "..."

The old man coughed lightly, "You are very modest."

Zhao Rong rolled up his sleeves, and stared intently at the water surface where the fishhook had sunk into, with his eyes under his thick eyebrows, and spoke casually.

"I'm not being modest, I'm telling the truth. Yu Huaijin from our school is very good."

He paused, then nodded and repeated, "Very good, except that the calligraphy is a bit rigid."

"Is it because you are not good at music? I heard Jinshu say something about it. Is it because Mr. Si didn't teach you seriously?"

"No, Mr. Si is a very nice person and teaches very well. Well, I think he teaches very well. The students seem to be very engaged in class."

"Then why don't you study hard?"

Zhao Rong thought for a moment and said, "It's okay. I'll take the exam in the middle of the month. It doesn't matter if I take it or not..."

Yan Jidao frowned, "Hmm?"

Zhao Rong blinked and coughed a few times, "Ahem... With it or without it, there is a world of difference, so I must study it seriously."

Yan Jidao turned around and looked at Zhao Rong, who had calmed down, and nodded slowly.

"Yu Huaijin... this girl is quite famous. I have heard colleagues mention her more than once. Many teachers say that she has great potential to become the next Lin Lu scholar, and she may even achieve it while she is a student at Mochi Academy."

He smiled slightly, "Her name should already be on the headmaster's list, but I don't know what stage of the assessment she has reached now."

Zhao Rong turned around and asked curiously:

"Is the dean still in the academy? I haven't seen him at the academy's usual celebrations. I heard that the academy is now managed by the deputy dean, so I thought the dean was out."

Yan Jidao glanced at him and said nothing more, just briefly, "Inside the academy."

Zhao Rong nodded.

Yan Jidao suddenly asked, "Have you ever thought about the seeds of reading, Ziyu?"

Zhao Rong stared at the calm water and was silent for a while.

He suddenly turned around, and his eyes reflected two slender figures in the maple forest not far away.

One of them was wearing dazzling purple clothes, and the other was wearing pretty men's clothes. They were standing on tiptoe, picking red maple leaves. The two girls seemed to be laughing, and I don't know if they were mentioning a guy who didn't come to play with them.

Zhao Rong squinted and looked at it for a while.

He turned around and said softly, "It's useless to just think about it."

Yan Jidao listened attentively.

The old man smiled heartily without turning his head, "Then take the mid-month exam seriously and compete with Yu Huaijin."

Zhao Rong lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Then.

The two fished quietly for a while.

The atmosphere became somewhat silent.

Zhao Rong suddenly spoke up, "Teacher, do you know Yang Wuwei? This senior brother came to the Suixing Hall to look for me this morning and invited me to the seventh floor of the library for a chat."

Yan Jidao raised his eyebrows, "Yang Wuwei? That scholar? What does he want to see you for?"

Zhao Rong looked at his expression, pondered for a moment, and then told the story.

Yan Jidao nodded from time to time when Zhao Rong finished describing the general situation.

He spoke slowly.

"Some time ago, the History Museum of Youlan Prefecture commissioned our academy to assist in compiling and editing the history books of many secular dynasties under the Wangquezhou Mountain. The academy selected several gentlemen and scholars to be in charge of this matter. They are compiling the history in the East Pavilion on the seventh floor of the library."

"Yang Wuwei is one of them. According to what you said, he came to you because it should be related to the compilation of history. He probably wants your help."

Yan Jidao finished his words, turned his head and said earnestly to this valued disciple:

"The new city lord should promote this matter as a political achievement. Our Wangque Continent is the farthest away from the human race in Zhongzhou. Tianya Sword Pavilion has always let things go as long as they do not cross the bottom line and damage the interests of the human race. This corner of the world has almost no one in charge in the past."

"This new city lord was sent here to take over some authority. Now he is promoting the revision of history with our academy and other forces. At present, it seems that it has no connection and influence on the immortals on the mountain. He just took back some of the right to speak for the people below the mountain and added some constraints to those in power in the secular dynasty."

His tone was somewhat serious.

"However, getting involved with the mountain is troublesome after all, and it is thankless. Ziyu, my senior brother recommended you to go to the mountain to enter the academy so that you can study with peace of mind. You should focus on your studies now, so my advice to you is not to get involved in this matter of compiling history."

Zhao Rong looked thoughtful.

Yan Jidao added: "But your Senior Brother Yang is very special. You can go upstairs to attend the meeting, get to know him, and make some friends. Well, these are my suggestions. You can decide for yourself how to proceed."

Zhao Rong remained silent and nodded slightly.

He put down his fishing rod, sat upright, bowed solemnly to the old man in front of him and said, "Thank you for your guidance, teacher."

Yan Jidao stroked his beard and smiled.

After a while, the two chatted for a while and Zhao Rong prepared to leave.

Yan Jidao seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly asked: "I heard that you are Zhu Yourong's assistant? And you often go to Yilanxuan?"

Zhao Rong was stunned, and after taking a look at the old man's expression, he immediately understood. This might be the real reason why Mr. Yan asked him to stay.

He nodded honestly.

Yan Jidao stopped stroking his beard and opened his mouth to speak.

Zhao Rong was the first to speak, and his tone was serious, "Teacher, I know my limits."

Yan Jidao nodded, knowing that this disciple would not choose the wrong direction, at least he would not go down this path to the end.

He spoke again: "Mr. Meng, who taught you etiquette, has gone down the mountain and has not returned to the academy yet?"

Zhao Rong nodded. "I haven't taken any etiquette classes since I entered the academy. I don't know when Mr. Meng will be back."

Yan Jidao looked Zhao Rong up and down with a thoughtful look on his face. It was unknown what he was thinking about, and he took a deep breath.

He looked at Zhao Rong and said slowly:

"She should be back soon. After all, your Mochi Academy will have a big exam soon. Ziyu, when this Mr. Meng comes back, you must take her class seriously and don't make any mistakes."

Zhao Rong was curious, he actually knew this Mr. Meng, his name was Meng Zhengjun.

In addition to being the teacher of etiquette and arts at Ruxing Hall, she is also the principal of Mochi Academy, in charge of discipline in the six halls.

According to Brother Yushu, this is a middle-aged woman who is very suitable to be a husband to Senior Yu. One is young and the other is old, and they are a perfect match.

As for Mr. Zhu, he and Senior Yu have completely different styles, and I don't know how they got together...

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, and became interested. A teacher who teaches etiquette should be very serious. "What do you mean, teacher?"

Yan Jidao smiled and didn't mention it again. A gentleman does not talk about others behind their backs.

The old man reminded me of something else.

"When you have nothing to do, you can go to the Zunjing Pavilion and read some books. Although there are many books in the library, most of them are miscellaneous books. The Zunjing Pavilion is full of scriptures, and the environment is quiet, which is suitable for reading."

Seeing this, Zhao Rong no longer cared about the previous topic, and bowed his hands and said seriously: "Disciple will remember this."

Afterwards, seeing that Mr. Yan had nothing else to say, he stood up, bowed, and left.

He left Lanzhou Ferry with Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qianer.