My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 382 - 278 Two Close Friends (Please Subscribe, Brothers!!!)_3

Chapter 382: Chapter 278 Two Close Friends (Please Subscribe, Brothers!!!)_3

Thus, it was highly likely that just like the time Zhao Rong attended Music Art classes . . . he just muddled through.

But he couldn’t just do nothing, could he? When Zhao Rong attended Calligraphy classes, he would randomly strum a zither, though even cattle would probably refuse to listen.

And this new City Lord, surnamed Li, who sent people to compile histories, seemed to be doing something of a similar nature as strumming that zither randomly.

Therefore, the prominent figures of the Human Clan above could not claim that this City Lord Li did nothing; he did perform some tasks.

Moreover, nominally, providing a unified historical compilation for the many dynasties below the mountain sounded quite impressive and could help foster good relations with organizations like Linlu Academy, Mo Family Academy, and others, while sending friendly signals to the powers of You City, the entire Wangque Continent, the Mountain Immortals’ clans, and the Imperial Families of dynasties below.

The newly appointed City Lord of You City, originally watched by the entire continent, ended up merely conducting a minor history compilation, concerning solely the dynasties below the mountain . . . Well, there was no trouble then; everyone knew what to do.

What? You dare say compiling histories in Youlan Prefecture is an idle task? Shut your damn mouth.

This is clearly a grand affair of "merits in the present, benefits in eternity." It’s just that you have no sense of it . . . So, everyone would cooperate with City Lord Li.

At the desk, Zhao Rong slightly curled his lips, no longer playing the curious baby.

Zhu Yourong, too, pushed this matter out of her mind, looking down intently at the small script Zhao Rong was seriously writing, her delicate brows slightly furrowed.

Just then, someone suddenly spoke:

"Next time, next time I’ll write one especially for you. This paper draft I need to submit to the library to get a pass to enter the top four floors for reading."

Zhu Yourong’s face showed a slightly pained expression, but she obediently nodded her head.

At that moment, someone cleared his throat, "Um, Teacher Zhu, you see, if I write characters this well, is there a chance that one day, after getting up and finishing a character, I might instantly become a saint and ascend by daylight?"

Zhu Yourong’s expression froze as she watched Zhao Rong speak with somewhat proud and conceited tone.

She tilted her head, smiling sweetly:

"Of course, of course! I hope by then, Ziyu can bring this little lady along for the ascent to see just how much hot air you’ve blown; you might blow us away without even needing magic."

Zhao Rong’s face showed difficulty, his voice hesitating, "Teacher Zhu, with that substantial stature of yours, blowing you up in the air won’t be easy."

"..."

Zhu Yourong gritted her teeth, "You’re asking for a beating!"

The two of them exchanged a few more teasing remarks and then fell silent again.

However, not long after, Zhu Yourong looked at Zhao Rong again and quietly said:

"Apart from being gifted in poetry, outside a few Land of Dao Validation, being directly acknowledged by the laws of the heaven and earth and achieving Dao on the spot is nearly impossible... Ziyu, next time bring me one of your best-written characters. We both will prepare one each and put them together."

"I’ll try to get the scholars who go to Jixia Academy periodically to submit essays and theories to take them to Jixia, to see if they can... sense the Dao of heaven and earth."

The woman in the Confucian robe turned her head to look westwards, gazing at the horizon with a hopeful look.

Zhao Rong, seeing her lost in thought, did not disturb her. Although Zhu Yourong said she wrote for the pure joy of it, who wouldn’t want their beloved pursuit to hold more meaning...?

He glanced at the distant horizon, where white clouds mingled with returning wild geese.

There lay the sacred land of scholars from all over, Jixia Academy.

Zhao Rong thought deeply, recalling something Wenruo had once mentioned, a look of realization crossing his face.

Jixia Academy is the most famous place for validating the Dao in the world; therefore, scholars and cultivators from various places attempt to bring their written essays and theories on the Great Dao there, hoping to be acknowledged by that realm’s laws.

If they resonate with the laws of that realm...

It’s not just fame that they would gain but also a gift from the Great Dao.

Like the "Unity of Form and Function" theory Zhao Rong proposed during the Confucian debate in Zhongnan Country, according to Lin Wenruo and Master Yan, writing it down and sending it to Jixia Academy might earn him a gift from the Great Dao there.

However, Gui did not recommend he do it immediately; let alone whether Zhao Rong, "the little vessel," could withstand the influx of surging Spiritual Energy, even if he endured it, he currently wouldn’t be able to absorb much, making it wasteful.

However, it was possible to send the scholarly articles first.

According to Gui, when an article that resonated with heaven and earth was delivered by wild geese, a brilliant, masterless Hong Light would emerge above the clouds at Jixia Academy, roaming the Nine Heavens and waiting for the first proposer to come and resonate with it...

The brilliance of the Hong Light varied in size and color, and throughout ancient and modern times, there were numerous such lights above the Nine Heavens of Jixia Academy that remained unclaimed.

Thus, the spectacle of a rainbow piercing the sun, and the auspicious sign of multicolored auspicious clouds, also became a scene at Jixia Academy, especially the former. It was unknown who abandoned this grand celestial regulation of the rainbow piercing the sun, leaving it for future generations to admire and ponder...

Upon mentioning Jixia Academy, the two Confucian individuals in the Lan Xuan study fell silent, each harboring their own aspirations.

Simply because some rumors emanated from there, it had become the most admired place in the hearts of scholars outside.

However, the silence was soon broken.

Zhao Rong shook his head, dismissing these distracting thoughts.

Sending scholarly articles to Jixia Academy was not urgent; not just Gui, even Teacher Yan had told him to wait and not to stand out too much for now.

Zhao Rong glanced at Zhu Yourong, who was elegantly standing by the window, looking west with a pleasing curvature of her profile.

"Zhu Yourong, what do you think of my writing now?"

The woman in the Confucian robe squinted her eyes and asked again, "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

Zhao Rong thought for a moment, "A lie."

Zhu Yourong nodded, "It’s good enough to be considered Dao."

Zhao Rong understood and sighed softly.

It wasn’t about himself, as Zhao Rong had previously made it clear that he was pessimistic about this so-called attainment in calligraphy through Dao.

The reason was simple.

He didn’t believe that the predecessors in this world, with its tens of thousands of years of history, were all incompetent.

The path that none of them had succeeded in was unlikely to be easy.

Zhao Rong excelled in ’Dream of Past Life’ calligraphy, but it didn’t mean that presenting it in this world would immediately establish him as a saint of Dao.

He could only say that both the past life’s calligraphy and poetry showcased cultural differences that existed in the two worlds; which was superior was still uncertain.

Thus, Zhao Rong had never held much hope for this, and his sigh was for the woman in front of him.

"Actually," Zhao Rong suddenly spoke, "I don’t understand... the actions you took before coming to the academy."

Zhu Yourong’s breath hitched, she lowered her brows, unable to meet the man’s gaze, her eyes slightly dimming.

Then, in an instant, she tugged at the corner of her lips, trying to muster a smile.

But Zhao Rong paused, looking into her eyes seriously and said slowly, "But... Zhu Yourong, I support you."

"Don’t give up." His gaze drifted elsewhere, but his voice continued, "If there’s anything you need help with, you can tell me."

Zhu Yourong’s expression froze.

Staring at Zhao Rong.

Suddenly, she too turned her head, shifting her gaze towards the window.

A gust of wind arose; her neatly combed, high-piled black hair fell in a few strands.

The woman’s neck was slender, her eyes downturned.

"Yes."

In Lan Xuan study, the wind started by the west window, and the sunlight was just right.