The kid in blue waved to Zhao Rang, motioning for him to lean down.
As soon as Zhao Rang bent down, the kid in blue suddenly stood up straight again, looking behind Zhao Rang with a serious expression.
"Who did I think it was? It turns out to be Mr. Zhao!"
But listening to the voice, Zhao Rang knew who was coming.
Qing Xuanzi, the acting headmaster, as long as he opens his mouth, people will feel like a spring breeze.
Even though it was already late autumn, Zhao Rang still felt extremely comfortable listening to it.
Turning around, Zhao Rang cupped his hands and said politely:
"I've met the Acting Headmaster!"
Qing Xuanzi waved his hand, indicating to Zhao Rang not to be so polite, and said:
"Young Master Zhao is not from Baihe Mountain, but he is also a good friend of my senior brother. Just call me by your Taoist name."
Zhao Rang smiled and did not answer.
People are polite to you, but you have to appreciate it yourself.
If he really accepted this, he might be unhappy again.
Although Zhao Rang had not had much contact with Taoist priests, he had contact with scholars.
Qing Xuanzi, a Taoist priest, studied Taoist classics in the Daozang Pavilion and his room all day long. In his opinion, he was also a scholar, maybe no different from the rotten scholars in the academy.
What such scholars care most about is face.
He can say a lot of kind words, but people must not take them seriously.
Once you take it seriously, you may become embarrassed or even break up on bad terms.
"But Mr. Zhao just opened my eyes!"
The connection between each sentence of Qing Xuanzi is very natural. This is probably the foundation that studying the classics has brought to him.
The ancients said that there is a spirit of poetry and calligraphy in one's heart. Even if they all wear the same Taoist robes, people with different speech styles are still very different.
"The Acting Master is so complimentary!
Qing Xuanzi nodded with a smile, and then turned his attention to the child in blue.
He seemed to be very afraid of the Acting Headmaster and did not dare to make eye contact with him at all.
As soon as Qingxuanzi looked over, the child in blue immediately lowered his head, like a child who had made a mistake.
Although he is a child.
But at least when holding the sword, no one would treat him like a child.
If Zhao Rang treated him like that, he would have no chance to speak now.
"But I still have to apologize to Mr. Zhao!"
Qing Xuanzi withdrew his gaze and bowed deeply to Zhao Rang.
"Why is the Acting Headmaster like this?"
Zhao Rang turned sideways, not wanting to accept this courtesy.
Qing Xuanzi didn't think about it but stubbornly said:
"No, I must apologize!"
After saying that, he bowed again to Zhao Rang's sideways body.
"The child is just having fun, nothing more. I am an uncle to him. He is passionate about martial arts and wants to try it. It is natural."
Seeing Zhao Rang say this, Qing Xuanzi looked much more relaxed:
"I admire Mr. Zhao's magnanimity!"
Zhao Rang said calmly:
"After all, many people have made similar jokes to me."
Qing Xuanzi heard the truth in Zhao Rang's words and said with a hint of guilt:
"Still teaching students nothing."
"No, it should be said that I am lucky!"
Zhao Rang said.
Qing Xuanzi was speechless, not knowing what Zhao Rang meant by his words.
"If I hadn't had an idea just now, your apprentice's sword would have either pierced my head or pierced my throat. This is no joke. Besides, no one can survive such a mistake, and no one can afford it. "
Qingxuanzi didn't know what to say, so he could only stand and smile awkwardly.
"Haha, of course, it's just a joke now. Acting Headmaster, don't feel bad."
The corner of Qing Xuanzi's mouth twitched slightly, then he raised his right hand and said:
"I also invite Young Master Zhao to enter the cabinet, and I will personally serve you tea."
The Daozang Pavilion in Baihe Mountain is said to have collected all the Daozang in the world.
Even the treasured classics in the Southern Dao Sect were purchased with huge sums of money.
If they really didn't want to sell it, they hired the best copywriters in the north, led by Qing Xuanzi, to copy them by hand.
As soon as he entered the pavilion and saw the bookshelves towering above the sky, Zhao Rang was really shocked!
"What a generous act!"
Qing Xuanzi couldn't help but feel proud when he heard Zhao Rang's emotion.
After all, although the Daozang Pavilion in Baihe Mountain already existed when the mountain was founded, it was in his hands to carry it forward.
“Collecting books is like building a house.”
"A house needs to be built brick by tile, beam by column, so that it can withstand rain, snow, wind and frost. For those who practice Taoism, the state of mind is more important than anything else. Only by wandering in this sea of classics and pondering the state of mind of the predecessors can we The old tree grows new, and sprouts your own insights, which is 'attaining the Tao'."
Zhao Rang strongly agreed with Qing Xuanzi's words.
Life is only a few decades, and we cannot experience everything.
No matter how rich life is, there will always be deficiencies of one kind or another.
The only way to complete it in the secular world is to read thousands of books, travel thousands of miles, and put them in the Taoist gate, and it must be the Taoist Pavilion.
Although Zhao Rang is a master whose eyelids hurt when he reads a book, he still admires those scholars who are really down-to-earth in learning.
"Mr. Zhao, come and see here!"
When Qing Xuanzi saw Zhao Rang's interest, he immediately became interested. He immediately forgot about serving tea, pulled Zhao Rang's sleeve, and walked to the side hall on the left.
There are not that many books in this side hall, but there is a huge desk.
It was so big that it almost took up the entire room.
Zhao Rang had never seen a table that could accommodate forty or fifty people writing at the same time. This was an eye-opener!
"Is such a big desk used for copying classics?"
He had seen how copycats worked.
After stipulating the font and size, a set of books is distributed evenly according to speed. Everyone completes their tasks on time and on time, and finally they are edited and bound together.
Such a large desk must be used only when transcribing these vast Taoist classics.
"No, Mr. Zhao, guess again?"
Zhao Rang frowned and looked around the desk, and saw that the bookshelves here were filled with extremely thick books with the time and road number written on them.
"I understand. This must be a place where disciples study classics. Otherwise, how could there be so many books?"
"Master Zhao is indeed very smart!"
"This side hall is used for disciples to record their insights at any time. Maybe a hundred years later, a certain notebook here can become a new Dao Zang and enter the main hall? There are talented people in the country, and I am worthy of it. A shout from the disciples!"
Zhao Rang felt a little dazed when he saw Qing Xuanzi's impassioned look.
The biggest confusion he encountered during this trip to Baihe Mountain was that he couldn't tell who was good and who was bad, who was right and who was wrong.
Taking a deep breath, he suddenly felt a figure flickering deep in Daozang Pavilion.
Before he could ask in detail, Qing Xuanzi led him out of the side hall.
"I'm so patronizing, but I've forgotten all the etiquette... Now I'll serve tea to Mr. Zhao!"
