Linlu Academy carries Linglu on its back, leads Lidu in front, supports Linlu on the left, and Duyou on the right.

Cangshan Mountain and clear water complement each other, lush trees and clear springs intertwine, and thousands of years of string singing make it a holy place for reading in the northern half of Wangque.

Only here can accommodate so many scenic spots and beautiful scenery in one courtyard.

If the scenery of red maples on the river on the west side of the academy is a unique autumn scenery in Linlu Academy, then the ginkgo trees in the valley under Linlu Mountain on the east side are another unique autumn scenery.

As far as Zhao Rong knows, such unique features are only two of the eight autumn sceneries in the academy. In addition, there are also 'Shanshi Qinglan', 'Misty Rain Evening Bell', and 'Linlu Autumn Moon'.

Wait for the beauty.

At this time, in the afternoon.

At the foot of Linlu Mountain, in Cengcong Valley.

A large group of Mochi students neatly dressed in Qingjin were walking quietly in the valley, and the leader was the only young student not wearing student uniform. He was walking in front with his sleeves folded and his waist straight, and he walked from time to time.

Looking around, his eyes were clear, reflecting the brilliant yellow ginkgo forest in the valley.

But the students behind this young student were quite far away from him, but they did not deviate from him. They were hanging far behind, like kites with strings, which could be blown away by the wind at any time.

However, there are two exceptions.

One was a student with an empty jade gourd tied around his waist. He was very close to the young student who was taking the lead. He followed step by step and looked up at the latter's back. His handsome face was filled with powder and he was hesitant to speak.

look.

One was a short-skinned female student with a straight face who looked too big in her school uniform. She was standing with the young student taking the lead and a group of neatly dressed students behind her. Between them, she frowned and glanced at the 'new gentleman' in front of her from time to time.

, then looked back at the classmates behind him with different expressions.

This strange combination has attracted the attention of many passers-by along the way.

It can also be regarded as a... unique landscape?

The young student who took the lead didn't seem to feel anything was wrong. He held his hands and took a leisurely walk, admiring the scenery along the way. The classmates behind him...or rather, the students, followed quietly, but nothing happened. It was just that some of the latter were already there.

There are many people who have expressions of confusion, displeasure, and dissatisfaction written on their faces...

The apricots in the deep valley form a shade, and the hanging stream washes the stones to clear the air.

The afternoon sun is just right.

Under the sun, the tall ginkgo trees, which turn yellow and fall gold, sparkle in the swaying light and gentle autumn colors, paving a long golden tree-lined path.

Zhao Rong stepped forward, and this golden Zhanzhan scroll unfolded before his eyes, filled with warm colors.

The autumn wind is warm at noon.

In the apricot grove, by the spring, on the bluestone, from time to time you can see the scholar brothers and sisters sitting quietly in secluded places studying.

Therefore, everyone's steps also spontaneously became light.

But there are still some strange sounds echoing in the valley.

Congcong————

The sound from nowhere echoed in the valley, but it was not noisy. It might as well be a scholar reading a book, and listening carefully also brought out a sense of calmness and concentration.

Zhao Rong looked at the environment in the valley for a while, and somewhat understood the origin of the name of Cengcong Valley. He smiled slightly and felt that he had found a good place to sit and read quietly.

It is a kind of surprise of suddenly discovering something new and a desire to try it.

However, the warm autumn colors filling the valley also made him feel a little dazed.

Zhao Rong remembered that at the beginning of the year when we set out on the Longquan Ferry in Dachu, it was spring thunder and rain hitting the banana trees. Now in a blink of an eye, the autumn colors are thickening, autumn clothes are thick, and soon it will be the moon festival.

He has also grown from an unarmed scholar at the foot of the mountain when he first regained his memory, to a Confucian academy student who is about to transform into a dragon. Well, he is mostly a mountain man, and now he is still half a calligraphy class teacher.

With a group of convinced and unconvinced Mochi students.

Zhao Rong looked back at the students following him and smiled brightly.

The latter were slightly startled and looked at each other, a little confused. However, some students looked a little uneasy. After all, if it hadn't been broad daylight, then... they would have laughed quite horribly, suddenly like this.

Zhao Rong put his hands behind his back and turned back with a smile on his face.

What do I want from your hearts? Just submit your bodies.

I promised Zhu Yourong that I would do my best and teach without any secrets - this is probably why Yu Huaijin acquiesced in his leadership of Suixingtang - but it's up to you whether you listen or not.

It’s not that we are arrogant because we love to learn, but that we understand each other and respect each other.

Because Zhao Rong is also an "old student", he understands the feelings of some classmates behind him. For example, he has no interest in piano art, but he still has to be pressured by Yu Huaijin to make up for the lessons and make corrections. He looks serious in front of her, but in fact

I was thinking: What are you going to have for dinner? You waited for thirty years to the east of Hedong and thirty years to the west of Hexi. Hey, it’s finally about to be played... and so on.

It's so difficult to get a 'heart', and besides, he's not interested in a man's heart either.

Thinking of this, Zhao Rong shook his head.

At the same time, as if his thoughts were aroused by the harvest autumn colors, he looked back.

In the past six months, along the way, I picked up a stupid little fox girl for nothing, met a close friend of a rich man's son, won a debate with a Taoist gentleman, designed to blow up a golden elixir scholar, and buried him under the green mountain.

He met an old friend who was both a teacher and a friend, and promised him to meet another 'Qingshan' in the future... In the end, he accomplished the purpose of setting out and returned the jade to Qingmei. Of course, the most important thing is to hold the hand of Qingmei.

Her hands pulled her back into her arms.

So, the past six months have actually been quite compact and fulfilling?

Zhao Rong was speechless, laughed and shook his head.

But for some reason, he suddenly remembered Mr. Fang who stayed in the Chu Dynasty at the foot of the mountain. Mr. Fang should still be teaching at the Imperial Academy in Qianjing...

At this time, Zhao Rong stopped, turned around, and deviated from the path paved with almond leaves. He stopped in front of a ginkgo tree by the roadside, reached out and picked a ginkgo leaf, and carefully put it into his sleeve.

The students from Sui Xing Hall who followed behind looked at each other in confusion.

His expression remained normal, he ignored all this and walked back to the right path, striding forward.

I still remember that when he first decided to leave Qianjing, Mr. Fang said in parting words, "When spring comes next year, don't be a stranger."

Now it seems that when spring comes next year, Zhao Rong will probably not be able to go back, but he is not considered an 'unreturner', because Mr. Fang also hopes that he will find Qingjun, and my peaceful place is my hometown.

, Zhao Rong feels that home is where Qingjun and Xiaoxiao are.

As for Mr. Fang... I just sent a piece of apricot leaf back, along with some words, which were as good as words, and visited Mr. Fang. I just don't know if I can send them now to be with next year's spring.

The young Confucian scholar's thoughts were flying like fallen leaves beside him.

In fact, Zhao Rong feels that nowadays, as they study and practice leisurely in the academy, next to the Taiqing Mansion where Qingjun meditates and practices, although both of them are busy with their own careers, as long as they miss each other, they can just walk a few steps.

Now that we can meet each other, days like this... seem pretty good. I'll have another baby in the future, and he'll be fat...

Ahem, it seems that I have thought too far.

Then come closer and look behind.

At present, there is a calligraphy class, and soon there will be a mid-month exam, and then there will be the Moon Festival, which is the Mid-Autumn Festival where people at the foot of the mountain reunite. They will definitely spend it with their wives, and Zhao Rong is still thinking of preparing something.

It’s a surprise for Qingjun, but the top priority is to enter Fuyao Realm first and practice as hard as possible. If after practicing, her body and strength will be stronger than Qingjun’s, then I will catch her two wrists and scissor her hands behind her back. Madam

If you fail to resist, then... just obey him?

When the time comes, will the nephrite hidden in his son's cafeteria be left to his disposal casually, generously, and frankly?

It feels like there’s a lot to be done.

A certain student named Zhao was thinking beautifully and doing something he could only do during the day.

Behind him, Fan Yushu, who had been following closely, felt that something was wrong with his friend.

Fan Yushu glanced at the strange smile on Zhao Rong's face, quietly stretched out his hand to pull him, and whispered: "Hey, Ziyu."

Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, "Ahem, what's the matter...wait, what did you call me?"

He straightened his face, put his hands behind his back, and glanced at Fan Yushu.

Fan Yushu punched Zhao Rong, "Come on, Ziyu, stop pretending, who of us is following who, I don't know you yet."

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and looked at the students of Sui Xing Hall behind him. He saw that they were all watching the two of them whispering, and seemed to be listening with their ears pricked up. The valley was so quiet that they couldn't hide the sound.

He turned around, frowned and said, "What are you doing?"

Fan Yushu glanced at his friend's face and hesitated for a moment, "Ziyu, this is happy education? Isn't this just play? He keeps taking us to hang out outside."

Zhao Rong frowned and took a breath of cold air. He looked Fan Yushu up and down and his eyes were shocked: "Sure enough, with your intelligence, I still can't hide it from you!"

Fan Yushu: “…………”

Zhao Rong patted him on the shoulder, then looked at the students of Sui Xing Hall not far away, shook his head, and said with emotion, "How can I teach you!"

Yu Huaijin and other students: “…………”

Fan Yushu's face was expressionless.

You are a member of the devil's sect!

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PS: Suddenly I remembered that I didn’t say Happy New Year in the previous chapter. Xiaorong huddled in the bed, his conscience hurt and he couldn’t sleep...

I had slept so hard that Xiaorong kicked the quilt away on the spot and jumped down to write. The friend who was as beautiful as a flower on the bed, with beautiful scenery and fragrant scenery, who had come thousands of miles to accompany me to fence for the New Year's Eve was so startled that he shrank back.

…

Ahem, he is still waiting for me to come back to comfort him, so he slipped away first.
Chapter completed!