Zhao Rong frowned, "What formation and who set it up?"

Gui lazily said:

"What are you worried about? What is there to be afraid of in Linlu Academy... What kind of formation, I can't tell in this state, but it is here, so it must be the formation arranged by your Confucian etiquette and music.

Well, as for who set it up, think about it and have you provoked anyone recently?"

Zhao Rong folded his hands and thought carefully for a while, then he opened his brows and in his sleeves, the red maple leaf he was twisting with both hands was put away again.

Zhao Rong turned around and returned to Nanxuan Academy.

Not long after, Zhao Rong pushed open the courtyard door of Dongli Xiaozhu with an expressionless face.

He glanced around, ignoring the three people in the courtyard, looking around the courtyard, and found the small white porcelain bowls in the southeast, northwest and other places, as well as the guqin in the center.

"It is a small sacrifice among the five auspicious rituals of Confucianism. The arrangement is simple but very delicate. It can still trap you without spiritual cultivation." Gui Cong glanced at the ajna chakra and said.

Then, it seemed to have an insight into Zhao Rong's thoughts, and it continued: "On the surface, the formation eye is the white porcelain bowl in the middle of the yard, but it is just a blind eye, maybe it is also a door to death... the dark eye is a floating eye.

The empty guqin, Confucian sacrifice, pays attention to the harmony of ritual and music, and the same is true for setting up the formation with Confucian rituals."

Zhao Rong turned around to look while listening to Gui's words.

Jia Tengying was holding a vegetable basket, fetching water and washing vegetables in front of the well in the northeast corner.

Fan Yushu sat at an open-air stone table in the courtyard, immersed in a pile of books, just looking at it, his shoulders suddenly slumped from time to time, biting the penholder, lying on the stone table, but the next second, he fell again

He straightened his upper body like a corpse and continued to write furiously, because a ruler was already dangling by his side.

Yu Huaijin stood in front of the stone table, holding a ruler and supervising Fan Yushu with his head lowered.

At this moment, she raised her head slightly and cast her gaze.
Chapter completed!