Screaming———

At the entrance of Dongli Xiaozhuyuan, Zhao Rong reached out and pushed open the wooden door. His eyes were swept and he found Yu Huaijin, Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying were all there.

Jia Tengying was cooking in the kitchen west of the yard. Through the window, he could see his busy figure. The green smoke was emitting from the roof of the western kitchen. Zhao Rong had just seen it from a distance.

There are many Confucian scholars in Linlu Academy, but the majority of ordinary people and "half a mountain man" who have not reached the Haoran Realm have spiritual cultivation. Therefore, the college has a kitchen in each small building in the school.

However, among every class of students like Zhao Rong, many of them have great origins, or scholars from powerful families at the foot of the mountain; or the legitimate and illegitimate families in the mountain; or their parents are monks on the mountain, and they have been frugal since childhood, and have been slaves in front of them and maids in the past.

Therefore, the kitchen in the small building is rarely used. Not to mention those fasting spirits, if you really want to satisfy your verbal desires, you can go out to eat outside the academy. In addition to bookstores and cultural relics stores, the most common ones are restaurants and restaurants near the academy.

Moreover, scholars and students are allowed to bring a small number of companions to the hospital. If you want anything, you can send them to do it. As soon as Zhao Rong saw many companions to the entrance of Nanxuan School, he was carrying food boxes and wine, and went in and out.

Everyone who says that they grow vegetables and cook by themselves like Brother Teng Ying, and winding blue smoke appears in the small building, which is also very rare in this Nanxuan School.

Then our Dongli Xiaozhu is quite recognizable in the school hall...

Zhao Rong didn't know what he thought of, nodded slightly, then turned around and closed the yard gate, turned his head and walked into the yard, and walked towards the two people next to the stone table.

I saw Fan Yushu, just like when he left in the morning, was working hard.

Yu Huaijin, on the other hand, was holding a brush in her hand, and was writing something. But she was short and stood in front of the stone table writing something, and she didn't have to bow. She just needed to lower her head slightly as she did now.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and walked to the stone table.

Neither Yu Huaijin nor Fan Yushu looked up at him.

Zhao Rong glanced at Fan Yushu, and he was serious, and he was flipping a large book with his left hand from time to time, writing quickly with his right hand, looking like he was addicted to studying and could not extricate himself.

Zhao Rong gathered his eyebrows with a serious expression, stared at the friend, sighed a long time, and said with emotion, "Our role models, I am ashamed, ashamed."

When he finished speaking, he wanted to bring the guqin with regret and was ready to do a big deal to make up for the shameful behavior of avoiding learning before.

Bang-

Just as he bowed his head and looked serious, Fan Yushu could no longer hold it back. He slapped the pen on the table, turned his head violently, and glared.

Zhao Rong pretended to frown and suddenly relaxed. He blinked at Fan Yushu and coughed lightly, "Brother Yushu must not be affected by me, a lazy person. Cough cough, stop reading, read books, stop reading me."

At this moment, Yu Huaijin, who had been lowering her head and writing, coughed seriously without raising her head.

Fan Yushu, who was about to get up and fight with the "good brother" who was unfaithful and acted good-looking, lowered his head with hatred, grabbed the pen on the table, and continued to write quickly, but the force of the pen was so strong that it was almost full of energy.

Seeing that his friend had been studying for a morning and continued to fight with such spirit, Zhao Rong sighed and looked even more ashamed. He sighed again, then walked to the side, went to the piano table, and took the paper and pen to draw the word "zheng".

However, when he passed by Yu Huaijin on the other side of the stone table, he glanced at the rice paper she was writing with a slightly curious look.

The next second, Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows. This old-fashioned and boring guy was practicing calligraphy? But before he could take a closer look, the rice paper instantly folded in half to cover it...

Yu Huaijin was just raising her face and writing with an extremely focused expression. She carefully recalled in her heart that the teacher taught her all the brushwork and movements in the morning, as well as the teacher's posture and movements she had observed.

Yu Huaijin obeyed and imitated meticulously. Every time he wrote, he was neat and orderly, but at this moment he seemed to feel someone's gaze coming from. She frowned and her jade white little hand suddenly flipped, covering the words.

Zhao Rong blinked.

Yu Huaijin did not look up at Zhao Rong. She stared at the folded rice paper on the table with slightly hanging eyes, and said softly: "Don't take any more time, go and practice the piano."

Zhao Rong nodded, passed by her and went to get things, but he then looked back at Yu Huaijin. She was opening the rice paper again, her posture was very solemn, and she continued to write for a while, focusing on practicing writing.

Zhao Rong came back and curled his lips slightly. Yu Huaijin wrote a word so rigidly. If you could write this word "live" like this, there would be a ghost.

He did not have the meddling of other people's business as a teacher, and moved objects to practice piano and began to work hard to draw the word "正"...

The sky above the small building in the east fence and the autumn sun in the middle of the sky gradually sets westward.

At the gate of Nanxuan School, the students who had been relaxing for a day gradually returned, and the night fell slowly.

Time passes like a white horse, until the moon climbs from the branches to the sky, and the night is deep.

Zhao Rong's fingers on his right hand trembled slightly. He changed his hands and handed the paper full of the word "六" expressionlessly to the old-fashioned woman in front of him.

Yu Huaijin took the lessons completed by Fan Yushu and put away the fifty "典" characters with a frown. She immediately glanced at Zhao Rong with a pursed lips, but after thinking about it, she didn't say anything else.

Yu Huaijin turned around and put away the new ritual array arranged in the yard. This new ritual array with only sound insulation power was set up by her when Zhao Rong was practicing piano in the afternoon. If this ritual array had not stopped Zhao Rong's ups and downs, the students of other Xiaozhu would probably have lined up to visit Dongli Xiaozhu enthusiastically.

What made Yu Huaijin feel the most helpless was that there were fifty words "典" and the same piano piece, 250 times "Yilan Cao", Zhao Rong could play completely different tunes every time, or it could be said that there were 250 different styles. Well, it just didn't have a style, and this was completely...

In the afternoon, Fan Yushu's serious words, Brother Ziyu's fingering method is very good, and I am far from the same as Brother Teng Ying. Such superb skills are probably necessary to hang rice grains on the seven strings and put a very energetic chicken on it.

In front of the courtyard, Yu Huaijin held his hand and was about to leave. He just paused and looked back at Zhao Rong, wanting to speak but stopping.

She was silent for a moment, then stared into his eyes seriously and said:

"Brother Zhao doesn't have to be discouraged. The last time I just happened... I have made great progress. As long as I take it seriously and persevere, I will always make progress. Brother Zhao doesn't give up easily."

Fan Yushu nodded and responded, "Yes, yes, Ziyu, don't be impatient, practice slowly, we still have plenty of time. After all, according to the current situation, there is no chicken that can surpass you..."

Yu Huaijin frowned, and Fan Yushu closed his mouth with a strong desire to survive.

Zhao Rong's expression was calm, and he looked at Yu Huaijin's face that seemed to be stern and would not smile, and nodded gently, "Okay, thank you senior Yu."

Yu Huaijin shook her head without saying a word.

She took a step back and saluted, "I've been disturbing today, Brother Zhao, Brother Fan, Brother Teng Ying, say goodbye."

The four of them saluted outside the door and then parted.

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Zhao Rong went back to the north house, but did not open the door immediately.

He stopped and stood quietly in front of the door with his hands. The sound of the South House closing the door came from behind him, but Zhao Rong still did not move.

The night was quiet, and in the yard, unknown insects were heard from the vegetable fields.

Zhao Rong suddenly raised his hand and looked at his trembling fingers. His eyebrows gathered slightly, feeling the innate vitality that had been moving from the morning.

Zhao Rong closed his eyes.

Between the meridians in the body, the "gentle" red snake that was quiet in the past was a little "irritable" today, and it became more and more intense, as if it was about to turn into a dragon walking on the river.

I think it was four days ago that the last time I hit the meridians, it was logical that the weakened innate energy has indeed come to recover after each impact. But why is it so special today? It is like taking medicine, which is more powerful than the original Qi Nan agarwood effect.

Now, he is in the Zhenyi period of the Chongtian Realm. Among the eight extraordinary meridians and twelve main meridians in his body, there are only Ren and Du meridians that are opened. This is also a sign that Zhao Rong can run the small Zhoutian and enter the Zhenyi period.

And if he wants to break from the Heavenly Realm to the Fuyao Realm, he will successfully run the Great Zhoutian.

The large circumference continues to expand a certain meridian based on the small circumference, and the range is larger.

How does the Great Circle work?

Zhao Rong heard from Gui Gui that the eight meridians and meridians required to be penetrated by different foundation-building techniques are different. After opening up the Great Circle, the meridians that are passed through the innate vitality are also different.

According to the "Ants Climbing the Sky" he practiced, it is necessary to open up all the eight extraordinary meridians.

At present, he is still rushing to the third meridian except the Ren and Du meridians, but he is already stuck in the congenital blocked meridian. He can only calm down and spend time slowly grinding water. However, the boiling appearance of this red little snake now is a good opportunity to break the meridian, just...

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes, and quietly experienced it for a moment, observing the scene inside his body.

Is it Qingjun's bowl of lotus seeds and glutinous rice porridge, or Yu Huaijin's guqin that he has played nearly four hundred times today...

The next second, Zhao Rong pushed the door and entered the house.

Instead of immediately starting to rush the pulse, he walked to the desk and spread paper and grind the ink.

Zhao Rong took a deep breath, and the pen he lifted fell, and the pen was written with great force, and soon his heart gradually calmed down.

An hour later, Zhao Rong slowly put out his pen

Apart from the violent violent nature, this red snake transformed by the innate vitality, does not have any other weirdness. It is a normal sign of the rushing meridian and breaking the mirror. I just don’t know what external objects are causing it, or it is actually just natural?

He let out a light breath, slowly closed the window, walked to the open space in the middle of the house, and began to walk into the quaint boxing stakes.

This is the "Fushan Yi" that Zhao Rong has long been very skilled in, and it is also the foundation of his martial artist's physique.

Liu Sanbian once told him that unlike meditation when opening the small Zhoutian, when opening the large Zhoutian, it is suitable to practice with stances, which can be better. This is the experience of Brother Sanbian, and Zhao Rong keeps it in mind.

He closed his eyes and looked inward, concentrating his mind to guide the red snake to run according to the big door of "The Ants Climbing the Sky" and impact the meridians.

The eight extraordinary meridians are Du, Ren, Chong, Dian, Yin Qiao, Yang Qiao, Yin Wei, and Yang Wei.

The lineage he is rushing to is the "Yin Qiao Mai".

Inside the house, Zhao Rong was wearing a blue shirt and walked into a boxing stance.

Riding a dragon in reverse, pricking the sword furnace, plucking the elbow, and in a moment, lazily plucking the clothes...

Time passes minute by minute.

Inside the body, in Zhao Rong's vision, the "Yin Qiao Vein" is like a dam. The impurities that congenitally block the meridians are the rocks of this dam.

The red-tongued little snake turned into a surging dragon, hitting the dam over and over again, but the dam remained unmoved.

The red snake hit again and again, as if it had already killed a bloody wild beast...

Bang-----!

Impurities are the rocks of this dam.

The red-tongued little snake turned into a surging dragon, hitting the dam over and over again...

Bang-----!

At some point.

Zhao Rong stopped his fist stake and his eyes suddenly opened.

The "Yin Qiao Vein" has been broken!

Zhao Rong raised his head and smiled silently. Then, after a while, he looked down at the sweat on his body, turned around to fetch water and bathe.

He noticed the thoughts in his body and started to rush into other meridians, so he stood up.

After taking a shower, he casually put on a thin robe, thinking of working hard to hit several other meridians, and then got up and prepared to come again.

He walked out of the shower screen, looked down at the thin clothes on his body, and suddenly remembered something.

Zhao Rong took out a small cloth bag from the Sumeru item, which was exactly what Qingjun said in the morning that he weaved the autumn clothes for him.

Zhao Rong opened the cloth bag and took out the top one at will.

Suddenly, a small piece of fabric slid down...
Chapter completed!