My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 368 - 270 I Knew This Kid Was Promising From a Young Age (Thanks for the Monthly Tickets and Tips from Brothers!)_2

Chapter 368: Chapter 270 I Knew This Kid Was Promising From a Young Age (Thanks for the Monthly Tickets and Tips from Brothers!)_2

Zhao Rong stared at him, then nodded, waiting for a certain turning point, as that was his experience.

Indeed, the next moment, Gu Yiwu suddenly scratched his head and chuckled,

"However, ahem, perhaps Brother Zhao’s ideas are too advanced. We students of this academy are indeed slower than those from other academies, especially those of the Shuaixing Hall. So, may Brother Zhao enlighten us a few more times, help us step through the door? There’s no need to hold us to the same high standards as Shuaixing Hall. What do you think, Brother Zhao?"

Zhao Rong’s dark, bright eyes examined him, remaining silent.

Gu Yiwu felt a bit uneasy under his gaze. He touched the back of his head, feeling that Zhao Rong probably disagreed. Gu Yiwu sighed slightly, opened his mouth to round off the conversation, deciding to skip over this topic of special treatment.

"Haha, Brother Zhao, I’m just making some suggestions..."

"It’s alright, Brother Gu," Zhao Rong suddenly said.

He picked up his teacup, held it in his hand, felt the continuous warmth from the cup walls, and smiling at the stunned Gu Yiwu, said:

"I can talk about my experiences. Previously, I just worried that my subjective feelings might affect your comprehension, so I kept silent. Now, listening to you, to say nothing and let you all figure it out on your own would be free but overly demanding. I’ll still say a few words, but not because Justice Hall is inferior to Shuaixing Hall. The students of Shuaixing Hall might not have as much comprehension as you all yet. Brother Gu, there’s no need to undervalue yourself. Besides, after these discussions, I will also talk to Shuaixing Hall on another day."

The burly man squatting down sincerely bowed his hands in thanks.

"Then, thank you very much, Brother Zhao, Teacher Zhao."

"I said you don’t have to be so formal."

Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head, then stood up, looked toward the students of Justice Hall, and squinted, "Please, follow me."

After a moment of silence, the students of Justice Hall excitedly followed Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong led Gu Yiwu and the students of Justice Hall.

They passed through the apricot forest, emerged from You Valley, lept across the orchid stream, climbed the rocky rapids, went past Zibei Pavilion, and finally arrived at the foot of Linlu Mountain, observing porters carrying books and scholars making way, the precarious heights of towering buildings, the standing posture upon the mountain peak, and the clouds rolling and spreading across the endless clear sky.

"I know that everyone wants to hear me impart the secrets of brushwork and ink placement, but there are no shortcuts at this moment—only diligent practice and careful observation of nature. There are no special tricks."

Along the way, Zhao Rong walked and paused, one hand behind his back, the other sleeve waved as if splashing ink, sketching lightly yet castigating boldly:

"Seeing the apricot leaves scatter and Lin Tao roar, I understand the surge of my brushstrokes."

"Seeing the clear springs of the orchid stream flow rapidly, where turbulent currents clash, causing continuous clanging sounds in the valley, I grasp the spirit of each brushstroke."

"Seeing scholars and porters jostling for the path, I decipher the intentions behind the brush techniques."

"I see..."

Zhao Rong’s voice was clear and resonant, echoing from Cheng Cong Valley to Zibei Pavilion, and then to the foot of Linlu Mountain, in front of the mountain corridor, reverberating clearly in the ears of the students of Justice Hall.

It even drew the side glances of the Academy scholars.

It caused passing teachers to stop and listen attentively.

It made visiting Confucian scholars gradually fall silent and watch intently.

Zhao Rong paid no attention to these reactions. He was passionately lecturing, his black eyes bright and clear. He subconsciously rolled up his right sleeve, revealing his slender arm, extended his index finger in place of a brush, and sketched in the air, with no paper or ink.

"Observing this nine-story precarious tower, soaring into the clouds as if standing above a sea of clouds, and then the lowly ancient Zibei Pavilion, close to the ground, gathering dust, this contrast of high and low beautifully captures the horizontal and vertical strokes of ink on paper."

"Horizontal, when using the brush, one must consider the surroundings, advance against resistance, and grow tighter and tighter, creating a motion flat on top and arched below, just like the ancient Zibei Pavilion,"

"Vertical, seek to stand tall amidst bending, strive as the method instructs, with a bending and twisting motion, like bracing the weight of a thousand catties upon a precarious nine-storied pagoda..."

Gradually, the surroundings quieted down, leaving only one person’s voice still echoing.

Gu Yiwu looked dazed, staring mesmerized at the highly infectious figure in the field, and at a certain moment, his head slowly nodded.

Slowly, among the students of the Justice Hall, many began to show a contemplative expression, and even some students suddenly looked around in a daze, as if clearing the clouds to see the sun. In someone’s persuasive speech, they began to reexamine and recognize the scenery they had once overlooked.

However, no matter what, the students’ gazes toward that central figure gradually took on a certain brilliance unconsciously—that was... genuine respect, not just admiration brought on by status. Even some Art Studies teachers had never made them look with such regard from within their hearts.

The two were similar, yet worlds apart.

Soon enough, Zhao Rong was surrounded by students from the Justice Hall, and by the crowd either passing by or also waiting to line up to ascend the mountain, and this scene continuously attracted curious new bystanders.

A scholar heard the ’young Teacher’s’ impassioned words, exhaled deeply, and softly praised, ’Excellent’.

A pair of visiting Confucian Scholars who had come from far to deliver books to the Academy could not help but exchange a look, their eyes filled with amazement.

There was also an Academy Teacher who had come to ’steal a book’, smiling knowingly when he got to the crux of the matter, decisively turned, and left contentedly.

And all this... silently unfolded.

Who knew how long it had been, Linlu Mountain’s base, right in front of the long corridor’s entrance, a large area was very quiet, save for one person.

Thus, to outsiders looking in from afar, this scene appeared bizarre.

A young Confucian Scholar rolled up his sleeves and gesticulated mid-air, his lips curled in enthusiasm, speaking animatedly while everyone around him stood still, listening in rapt attention, as if... they had been subjected to an Immobilization Spell by his gesturing command.

There was a special kind of magic.

Hence, outsiders either approached out of curiosity, or glanced from a distance before leaving.

The peculiar scenery in this corner gradually rippled outward, but it did not stir up any more commotion.

After all, in this vast Academy, the last thing lacking was extraordinary people. Every day there were those who engaged in profound debates, Teachers educating in the open air with fascinating speech, and scholars from other branches sitting and discussing doctrines, bringing abundant novelties.

Moreover, brushwork interested or attracted listeners were few, targeting a very small audience. Most were merely mildly curious, and half of this curiosity was still directed at the new female Teacher, rumored to be obsessed with both words and orchids, considered two rarities of the Academy.

However, those present within this scenery felt somewhat different.

Gu Yiwu gradually came back to his senses, exhaled lightly, his dark eyebrows furrowed, he scrutinized Zhao Rong’s figure, then looked around at his classmates and outsiders, who were as engrossed and unaware as he had been, a strange thought suddenly flickered through his mind.

In front of him, today’s figure, tomorrow might he stand in front of thousands of Confucian Scholars of the Academy, and like today’s Gu Yiwu, surrounded and listened to by hundreds of scholars, by all the Teachers of the Academy, and by the rarely seen Mountain Masters and Deputy Mountain Masters, this figure might also freely spread his infectious power just as now...

The next second, Gu Yiwu shook his head and glanced again at the Confucian Scholar whose lips were turned up.

The burly man stretched out his hand to rub his face and grinned,

dispelling a somewhat unrealistic thought.

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