My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 420 - 299 Riverside Heart-to-Heart Talk_2

Chapter 420: Chapter 299 Riverside Heart-to-Heart Talk_2

Lingfei Zhao was not profoundly interested in the study of poetry and lacked the empathy for it that those poetic and talented fairy ladies possessed.

There was a significant chance that she would feel indifferent to the Nanshan Grade poetry that was sought, thereby wasting efforts in vain.

Thus, Lingfei Zhao never brought up the matter of cultivation in front of Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong had actually guessed some of his wife’s thoughts at the time.

But he did not bother to explain further.

Some things are more forceful when done than spoken.

Besides, he was also uncertain about these matters.

The Li Ji Sword Pill that had always been left at the bottom of the Thunder and Rainbow Purple Gold Furnace was still missing a small corner, requiring a bout of Heavenly Thunder that Gui mentioned to temper it.

Recently, Zhao Rong had not stopped looking for clues, yet he still had little lead.

However, Zhao Rong did not give up at all.

He was quite looking forward to seeing what kind of expression Qing Jun would have when he casually handed her that ’bright moon’ he would retrieve from the bottom of the furnace.

Cough, cough, the promised letting him "do as he wished"...

Moreover, concerning Qian’er’s cultivation, Zhao Rong also cared about it.

Regardless, he would not thick-skinnedly accept Teacher Yan’s gift.

At this very moment,

Lingfei Zhao, standing behind Zhao Rong, saw her husband turn to look back.

She gave Zhao Rong a shallow smile.

The latter came to his senses and smiled as well.

"Qing Jun, I am going to talk with the Teacher for a while. If you and Qian’er find it boring, you can go somewhere else to play. I will come to find you before I leave," Zhao Rong said.

Lingfei Zhao and Qian’er looked at each other and gently nodded their heads.

Soon after, the two of them left together for a stroll in the nearby Maple Forest.

Zhao Rong, while watching the elegant silhouettes of the two ladies, whispered,

"Teacher Yan, do you have any instructions?"

Yan Jidao stroked his beard lightly and shook his head.

"There are no specific instructions. I just wanted to have a chat. By the way, how have things been going at the Academy lately?"

Zhao Rong turned around, exhaling deeply.

He lifted the fishing rod in his hand. "Not bad, I get along well with my classmates, but the mid-month major exam is approaching, and it’s a bit busy," he replied.

Yan Jidao nodded and smiled, "For this exam, are you confident in securing the top rank?"

Zhao Rong immediately shook his head, straightforwardly, "No."

Yan Jidao: "..."

The elder coughed lightly, "You really are modest."

Zhao Rong rolled up his sleeves, his eyes fixed seriously on the water where his fishhook had disappeared, and he spoke casually.

"It’s not modesty, it’s the truth. Huaijin Yu at our Academy is very talented."

He paused, then reiterated with a nod, "Very talented, yes, except his calligraphy is a bit rigid."

"Is it because of his lack of skill in Music Art? I’ve heard a bit about it from Jinshu. Could it be that Teacher Si hasn’t taught you properly?"

"No, Teacher Si is very nice, and he teaches well; well, he must be teaching well since all the classmates seem engrossed," Zhao Rong answered.

"Then why don’t you study earnestly?"

Zhao Rong thought for a moment, "It’s okay, for the mid-month exam, whether I have it or not..."

Yan Jidao frowned, "Hmm?"

Zhao Rong blinked, coughing a few times, "Cough, cough... having it or not, that’s a world of difference, so I must study hard."

Yan Jidao turned to look at Zhao Rong, who now seemed more sincere, and slowly nodded.

"Huaijin Yu... That girl is quite famous. I’ve heard my colleagues mention her more than once; many teachers say she has great potential to become the next Reading Seed of Linlu, possibly even achieving it during her student phase at Mochi Academy," he said with a slight smile. "The Mountain Master’s register should already have her name, but I don’t know how far she has progressed in the assessments."

Zhao Rong curiously said,

"Is the Mountain Master still in the Academy? I haven’t seen him at any of the Academy’s celebrations and heard it’s the Deputy Mountain Master who’s in charge now; I thought he had gone out."

Yan Jidao glanced at him, not saying much more, merely stating concisely, "In the Academy."

Zhao Rong nodded.

Yan Jidao suddenly said, "Have you thought about becoming a Reading Seed, Ziyu?"

Zhao Rong stared at the calm water, silent for a while.

Suddenly, he turned around, his eyes reflecting the silhouettes of the two figures in the distance among the maples. One in dazzling purple, the other in handsome male attire, were tiptoeing to pick red maples. The two ladies seemed to be laughing, perhaps mentioning someone who had failed to join them in their play.

Zhao Rong squinted for a while.

He turned back, his voice soft, "Mere thinking is useless."

Yan Jidao listened attentively.

The elder laughed heartily, not turning his head, "Then take the mid-month exam seriously, and compare with that Huaijin Yu."

Zhao Rong looked down, remaining silent.

Afterward,

The two quietly fished for a while.

The atmosphere fell somewhat silent.

Zhao Rong suddenly spoke, "Teacher, do you know Yang Wuwei? This senior brother came to Shuaixing Hall this morning seeking me and invited me up to the seventh floor of the book tower."

Yan Jidao’s eyebrows drew together, "Yang Wuwei? That Reading Seed? What did he want with you?"

Zhao Rong looked at his face, pondered for a moment, and then slowly began.

Yan Jidao nodded occasionally as Zhao Rong narrated the situation in general.

He slowly started,

"Recently, the history museum of Youlan Prefecture entrusted our Academy to assist in organizing and compiling the historical records of many secular dynasties under the Wangque Continent. The Academy selected a few teachers and Reading Seeds for this task, taking place in the eastern pavilion of the seventh floor of the book tower."

"Yang Wuwei is one of them. According to what you said, his coming to you must be related to this matter of compiling history; probably he wants your help."