The sword spirit was very unhappy at this time, and continued: "Memorizing is one thing, understanding is another. Everyone can memorize by rote. There must be people in the academy who have a better memory than you..."

Zhao Rong became more interested. "Who? Why don't you tell me a name? I'll go meet you when I have a chance."

"Get lost, stop arguing. I mean learning chess should be like practicing. Just memorizing is useless. You have to understand and practice."

Zhao Rong smiled and said, “My sword spirit is still so stubborn.”

"I didn't expect you to say such wise words. It seems that Gui Dajianling's chess skills are not simple." Zhao Rong nodded and said with interest: "How about we play the next game and ask the senior for advice?"

“…”

Gui was speechless when he heard his extremely confident laughter.

The last time it played chess was the last time, and the next time it plays chess, there will probably be no next time.

Seeing that the sword spirit remained silent, Zhao Rong smiled and did not mention it again, continuing to memorize chess and write chess scores.

The chess game content in "Xuan Xuan Lu" is almost twice as much as that in "Wang You Qing Le". However, this time, Zhao Rong, who already had a certain understanding of chess, took only half an hour to memorize it thoroughly, and he wrote down the score after understanding it all.

Zhao Rong took another sip of tea leisurely and started reading the next book.

The sword spirit watched in silence and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

It really wanted to ask whether the 'chicken blood' was too strong or he was too stupid before.

In the second half of the night, at four quarters past the hour of Yin, Zhao Rong finished reading through all the chess records and typing them out.

In just two hours, the originally planned ten-day learning amount was achieved, and the effect was even better.

Zhao Rong tapped the thick stack of chess manuals on the table with two fingers and sighed softly.

Not tired, but...

“It’s not satisfying.”

Sitting at the table, Zhao Rong muttered something, sorted out the chess records and put them all away.

He stood up with his hands on the table and looked around the room with bright eyes. He didn't look tired at all. Instead, he was full of energy and couldn't vent it. Anyone who looked at him would shrink their neck and couldn't help wondering, why is he so energetic in the middle of the night and not sleeping? Is he going to steal?

Zhao Rong suddenly left his desk, ran out to get a broom and other tools, and started cleaning the house. He couldn't help but tidy up the desk and bookshelf, making them spotless.

Even though he was already very careful, the slight noise he made still woke up Xiao Qian'er who was soundly sleeping.

On the bed, Xiao Qian'er, who was in bed, stood up drowsily, half poked her head out of the bed curtain, and looked at the scene in the room with sleepy eyes...

"Um...Brother Rong'er is sweeping the floor, wiping the table, doing...housework?" She rubbed her eyes again and nodded in confusion, "No, I'm not dreaming...I must be dreaming...Um~"

The girl turned over and fell asleep again.

On the other side, Gui was also feeling the same confusion as Xiao Qian'er.

It couldn't help but ask: "Zhao Rong, you are so free? Are you not going to review?"

Zhao Rong wiped his hands and said, "I have obsessive-compulsive disorder. I really can't stand the dust. I'd better clean the house. Qian'er and her friends may come to live here often in the future. I don't think this yard will be vacated in the short term, so I have to clean it up. Oh, I have to sweep the yard outside later. Haha, life lies in exercise."

Gui's mouth twitched. He was really not used to the sword master being so self-disciplined and not procrastinating. Although he was quite self-disciplined before, it was definitely not as outrageous as sweeping the yard in the middle of the night.

It asked in confusion: "Have you finished reviewing chess? Just reviewing it once?"

Zhao Rong smiled confidently, "What else?"

"Oh, you are amazing. After studying for two hours, you are already a national chess player, right?"

Zhao Rong shook his head. "I only need to study these chess manuals once. It's not that I have fully understood the mysteries and can be on par with the predecessors who wrote chess manuals, but I have learned almost the best I can achieve in a short period of time. If I study them repeatedly, I will only gain a little bit. It's useless to open the book again."

This is his terrifying learning efficiency now.

"Hey, now that you put it that way, I understand a little bit. Your current state is the same as mine when I first climbed the mountain. You only need to learn the Dao Fa Heart Technique once. There is no point in learning more."

Zhao Rong: ...

You can't let me finish it all by myself, right?

Although he was a little skeptical, Zhao Rong still nodded, and arched his hand holding the broom, and said in a serious manner, "I didn't expect it to be you, Your Excellency. I have heard of you for a long time."

"No, no, Mr. Zhao is not bad either. I am so sorry for my disrespect."

The two of them praised each other's business.

Gui frowned again and asked, "You are so free... By the way, which subject are you going to take today?"

Zhao Rong said lightly, "The meaning of the scriptures."

It did not continue to ask. According to its observation, this should be one of Zhao Rong's best subjects. In the past, it was often seen that he stayed up late to study the Twelve Confucian Classics, and often went to Mr. Yan for guidance. As a result, it was very familiar with the meaning of the classics as an auditor. Later, in order to prevent being "contaminated" by this knowledge, it went to sleep.

The sword spirit thought about it, and then asked curiously: "What about the other courses?"

Zhao Rong couldn't help but put down his work and asked, "Why do I feel like you're more anxious about the exam than I am? Why don't you take it?"

Hearing his suggestion, the sword spirit's face turned red, and he snorted coldly, "Didn't you make a bet with that guy called Wu Someliang? The stakes don't matter, but I just can't stand his smug face. If you dare to lose, I suggest you find a piece of tofu and hit yourself to death. Don't be a sword master anymore. You'll embarrass me."

Zhao Rong felt warm at heart when he heard this. Although his sword spirit's words were unpleasant, it still cared about him and his interests.

He had made a bet with Wu Peiliang before, betting on the total score of the final exam, and it was Zhao Rong who took the initiative to make the bet.

If he lost, he would have to give the position of teaching assistant of calligraphy class, which allowed him to be close to a certain Mr. Zhu, to Wu Peiliang, and all the water from Zhengguan Well would have to be given to Wu Peiliang to drink.

If Zhao Rong won, Wu Peiliang would have to admit his mistake sincerely and personally copy the word "正" as punishment. He would then have to bring his own bookboy to Zhao Rong to have a look. This was actually an insult, because it was an admission that the bookboy's handwriting was indeed better than his...

Even if this bet was not mentioned, Zhao Rong almost forgot about it. On the one hand, he was busy these days, and on the other hand, he really didn't take it seriously.

Zhao Rong apologized, "Um, I'm sorry to have made you worry, but, regarding the bet with this Brother Wu, huh, do you still not trust me?"

He smiled and narrowed his eyes.

The sword spirit nodded gently, "That's great, step on his face hard for me, I can't stand sissies!"

Zhao Rong nodded helplessly.

He said in a relaxed tone, "I will take two exams a day, in the morning and afternoon, for three consecutive days. There is no rush to review the other courses. I have to go to the school to study tomorrow night, so it's a good time to read a book. Hey, it's almost dawn now, and it's so stuffy in the room. I'm going to do some morning exercises, and I have to buy breakfast for Qian'er later. This little foodie is probably going to stay in bed..."

After cleaning up the house and yard, Zhao Rong was still full of energy, as if he couldn't sit still for a moment. He changed into a set of training clothes that could absorb sweat and ran out of the door.

It seemed that buying delicious food for his lovely second wife was more important than the upcoming six arts examinations.

Not long.

The east is getting bright, and it is daybreak.

On the bed, a girl with peach blossom eyes woke up from a sweet dream, closed her eyes and stretched lazily, muttered "Brother Rong'er" and touched the empty quilt next to her with her little hand.

"Where are you, are you going to take the exam?"

Then she opened her eyes and quickly realized something was wrong...

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