Inside the room, Yu Huaijin and Jingzi both looked up at the first moment.
However, after scrutinizing the two people at the table for a while, it seemed they did not become suspicious.
Bi Fang, with her head lowered, searched through a fiery red embroidered bag and picked out a snack she had found in the North Sea, slipping it into her cherry lips under Jingzi’s eager peripheral gaze.
Savoring it with joyous squinted eyes.
This fragile girl, who seemed to have many ’benefactors,’ chewed on the snack and muttered something under her breath.
"Really... um... fun..."
In front of the redwood desk.
Zhao Rong’s expression remained unchanged.
The statement he had just made had two meanings.
First, from his critical perspective, the character ’永’ written by Zhu Yourong was indeed acceptable,
Second, Master please show some self-respect, stop the subtle movements, and... stop hinting at anything else.
Zhu Yourong, with her face calm, was still bowing her head and silently writing.
Upon hearing that, she did not speak.
About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn later.
Zhao Rong, seeing that Zhu Yourong’s calligraphy was progressing well, praised her a few times and after offering some advice about calligraphy matters,
he bowed and took his leave.
Yu Huaijin lingered for a little while, spoke with the teacher for a while, and then left with Bi Fang.
The tranquility returned to the Lan Xuan study.
Lonely and quiet, like an empty valley.
The only remaining woman in the room, who was as pure and fragrant as an orchid in her white Confucian robe, turned her head towards the direction in which a certain man had departed and stayed quiet for a while, her hairpins gently swaying.
Her voice was soft and gentle.
After scolding a certain person with impure thoughts and wild imaginations,
Zhu Yourong lowered her head to look at her slender index finger that had recently been writing in Zhao Rong’s palm, her eyes slightly squinting.
That must have been the best ’永’ character she had ever written, as a Great Cultivator of the Confucian school, a step away from the Nascent Soul Realm.
East Fence Small House, north room.
The windows were tightly closed.
In the darkness, however, there was a strange ’sound of wind’.
A man with his eyes closed practicing stance.
Deeply engaged in boxing.
Zhao Rong had entered that profound and mysterious realm of fantastic boxing spirit again.
His body fully embraced the boxing spirit,
As if a person in a dream began dancing,
Or a drunkard, in high spirits, throwing punches.
The five movements of "Mountain Carrying Rank" were simple and unadorned,
Yet they held a magical charm.
In Zhao Rong’s inner vision,
A half-transformed fiery red dragon, resembling Heavenly Thunder plunging down, smashed at a certain critical point in the meridians.
He had been accumulating for many days.
Now, he was utilizing the lingering essence of the seventh cup of Zhengguan Spring Water he had during the day, striking at the seventh of the Eight Extraordinary Meridians,
The Yin Wei Meridian.
The continuously blowing, swirling bedside curtain suddenly began to calm down gently.
Immediately after, a pair of eyes as bright as stars in the sky shone, falling into the room.
Almost silently, the Yin Wei Meridian was broken through!
Zhao Rong took a deep breath.
Now, in his body’s Eight Extraordinary Meridians, only the Yangwei Meridian remained.
At this moment, Zhao Rong was only one step away from his long-yearned-for Fu Yao Realm!
He calmed himself for a while, settled the chaotic Qi Mechanism inside him.
Zhao Rong did not dwell on it any further, went to bathe with warm water, returned to his bed, and immediately fell asleep.
He did not deliberately enter that landscape dream, but simply rested peacefully.
Zhao Rong got up early, prepared himself, and walked out the door heading to Mochi Academy.
If nothing unexpected happens, today the arrangements for the major Ritual Skill examination should be announced...
PS1: Thanks to ’Selected Korean and Japanese from Luo State Preceptor’ dear brother for the 200000 coins alliance reward! Cough cough, dear brother, come to fence!