"Mr. Wuwu."

"What's the matter?"

"Why does this table feel weird? Well, isn't this a dining table? Why was it moved here? And why is it covered with a tablecloth?"

The little girl didn't know that the original desk was broken. At this moment, her little body shook the table with a confused tone. Her deskmate, who was really immersed in studying hard, suddenly raised his head in dissatisfaction, but he dared not speak out... You

Mr. De, who is sitting in the front seat, is biased. Isn’t that amazing?

Dining table? Desk? They are all the same. Sometimes the desk is just the dining table. Sometimes attending class is just like eating. It is about flying in the ocean of knowledge, drinking and eating, and absorbing the nutrients of knowledge. The young Confucian scholar thought for a while and fell into thought.

After a while, he realized that as long as there is a book in his heart, there is a classroom anywhere, and he can take classes anywhere. He nodded seriously and said in a deep voice:

"It's for preaching, teaching, and solving doubts."

Xiao Qian'er: "......"

Her deskmate: “…”

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On the second day, Zhao Rong got up early and went to look for Brother Yiwu.

As a qualified teacher, his hard work teaching two students yesterday did not affect his spirit the next day.

However, after Zhao Rong woke up, he kept thinking about seeing the clear nature of his mind.

He walked on the corridor in the mansion and nodded seriously.

"Well, it was hard to break the mirror, relax once, just this one time, it doesn't count. Well, nothing happened, you have to pay attention from now on, see the clear nature of the mind... See the clear nature of the mind... By the way,

And what that guy told me... Zhengguan Jingshui."

Zhao Rong thought about it and remembered Gui's words last night, so he called the sword spirit several times in his heart.

The inner lake is empty, just like the morning verandah around it at this moment.

"Ahem." Zhao Rong was a little embarrassed.

If it wasn't resting, it seemed to be angry and deliberately ignoring him.

Well, I guess he was unhappy with the fact that he wore a forehead wipe last night, which even a 'gentleman' would be wary of...

"You are so petty and vengeful, a bit like little girl Qian'er, but you are still a gentleman?" Zhao Rong muttered.

"roll!"

In the heart lake, a certain sword spirit couldn't help but curse.

"Don't look at Xinmingxing, you thief, wait for death!"

"…………"

Okay, now in addition to being a scumbag, I also like to mention another honorary title here.

Zhao Rong chuckled and shook his head, then went to find Gu Yiwu and the students of Zhengyi Hall.

Everyone was discussing matters in the pavilion early in the morning.

Zhao Rong proposed that he return to Linlu Academy to see Meng Zhengjun and remind her that the Dali Conferment Ceremony was approaching and that he should come as soon as possible as agreed before.

In fact, Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu wanted Meng Zhengjun to come quickly, not because they missed her, but because they wanted to have an academy official come to calm them down.

At present, the water in Dali seems to be far more complicated than Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and others thought before going down the mountain.

Moreover, at the moment when the results of the Conferment Ceremony come to light, whether it is a great success or a disheartening failure, it is impossible to say that some force will always be angry and jump to the wall, so some academy teachers who can shake the place must come over and take them away safely...

At this time, facing Zhao Rong's volunteering, Gu Yiwu and other students were quite surprised, but they did not doubt it and all agreed, telling him to be careful on the road, to be a ferry in the sea of ​​clouds, and to go back quickly.

How did everyone know that besides this official matter, Zhao Rong also had a private matter to do.

However, no one chose to go back with Zhao Rong. After all, they were meeting a certain old-fashioned and serious woman...

Ahem, brother Ziyu went to the meeting selflessly alone, which was enough to deal with that old-fashioned woman...

After the discussion in the pavilion ended, Gu Yiwu and other students nodded with emotion as they left.

Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head, returned to the yard, packed some things, and then went out with Xiao Qian'er.

For some reasons, I have not chosen to take Su Qingdai back with me for the time being.

The latter stood at the door of the courtyard, watching Zhao Rong walk away with a bit of resentment in his eyes.

For these two days, Gu Yiwu and the others will stay in Dali and prepare everything for the Zen Ceremony as planned. When Zhao Rong and others return, they can start to go to the Moon Sacrifice Mountain to complete the ceremony together.

Zhao Rong sent people to inform all the forces involved in the Great Li in advance, and took Xiao Qian'er with him to board the boat at a mountaintop ferry not far outside Hanjing City.

The two took the Yunhai ferry and returned to Duyou overnight.

I never thought that when someone just returned, he was greeted by a Shura field that almost happened...

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Time flies.

Two days later, at noon.

The autumn sun is shining high.

A Yunhai ferry sailed back from Duyou City and slowly landed at the ferry on the top of the mountain outside Hanjing City.

The ferry exit deck.

There was a young Confucian scholar with his hands on his sleeves, followed closely by a pretty and nimble little maid.

The two of them returned to Dali by boat overnight, looking dusty and dusty, as they prepared to disembark.
Chapter completed!