The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

In Yuexiyuan, Fang Yun walked in with square steps, and some people followed behind.

No one maintained order, and no one was lining up, but almost everyone knew where they were walking, and everyone knew when they entered Yuexiyuan.

Behind Fang Yun were almost all old people, in addition to many university scholars, there were also many old Hanlin.

Among these people were retired old men from the left prime minister's family, hermits from the Kang Wang family, foreign literati who studied in Jingguo, four high-ranking officials of Jingguo who pretended to be sick, and more important figures from major families or wealthy families.

It has been a thousand years since the Juren gave lectures in Yuexiyuan.

The team was clearly divided into different levels, and the Juren could not take the way of the Jinshi, and the Jinshi could not block the way of the Hanlin.

Fang Yun ignored others and walked straight ahead, while the others gradually walked towards the stairs on both sides.

More and more people entered Yuexiyuan, but the number of people near Yuexiyuan did not decrease but increased, because people from afar kept coming to fill the gaps nearby.

Yuexiyuan is a Sishuiyuan building imitating Confucius Mansion. The walls are not made of bricks and stones, but dense trees. People outside can occasionally see a glimpse of it through the gaps.

Soon, there were still dense crowds of people standing outside Yuexiyuan, but it seemed that there was an invisible force in everyone's heart, letting these people know that they were not qualified to enter the academy.

Zhao Hongzhuang, dressed as an ordinary scholar, stood among a group of scholars. She quietly watched the slowly closing gate of Yuexiyuan, with her right fist clenched tightly, as if to crush these obstacles.

The other female talents and female students in Hualou were happy and waited quietly for the lecture to begin.

At the same time as the gate was closed, Yuexiyuan began the Confucius worship ceremony, which was presided over by Fang Yun, the lecturer.

After the Confucius worship ceremony, Fang Yun walked to the Wentai.

The fan-shaped staircase venue was silent, and tens of thousands of people stared at the young man on the Wentai, with a young face and deep eyes.

Fang Yun slowly placed his hands on the podium, scanned the crowd in front of him, nodded slightly, and said: "Everyone, please take a seat."

There was a lot of noise. Thousands of people near the podium sat on the futons on the stairs, while those who were a little further away from the podium were still standing. At this time, everyone relaxed a little, and coughs were heard from the stairs from time to time.

Fang Yun's eyes scanned those who sat down, and almost instantly remembered everyone's faces and expressions in his mind. He did not recognize the three masters who seemed to come to "challenge".

Fang Yun coughed lightly to clear his throat, smiled slightly, and said with a spring thunder: "I once heard an old man say that two people standing on the top of the mountain and the foot of the mountain are equally small in the eyes of each other."

The audience was quiet, and everyone listened carefully.

"When I first heard it, I thought he was telling me that people should be humble, because the insignificant people in your eyes may be great in ways you cannot see. Later, I thought of a new possibility. Maybe he was telling me that if we are both insignificant, we should strive to stand on the top of the mountain. Finally, I thought of the third possibility. He was telling me that people standing at the foot of the mountain and those standing at the top of the mountain are actually no different."

Fang Yun finished speaking, paused for a moment, and said aloud: "The reason why I can stand in front of Confucius to give lectures is not because I am a sage, but because I stand on the mountain peak accumulated by the wisdom and achievements of the sages. I climbed in the past, I climb now, and I will continue to climb in the future."

Countless people inside and outside Yuexi Academy nodded in praise.

Many people even whispered that Fang Yun was neither arrogant nor humble. He neither boasted about how great he was, nor was he falsely humble. This is the attitude that a lecturer should have. Being too arrogant or too humble is not a qualified lecturer.

A woman holding a little fox stood far away from Yuexiyuan, stroking the little fox while looking at the majestic statue of Confucius, listening to Fang Yun's voice, and smiling.

Fang Yun continued: "Before the lecture, I will tell you a little rule for lectures."

As soon as Fang Yun finished speaking, many people looked surprised. Just now they praised Fang Yun for not being proud, but now Fang Yun's words seemed a little complacent.

Lectures themselves are a big rule. Fang Yun is just a juren and it is his first time to give lectures. He is most taboo to set his own rules. He must be well-behaved, because even small rules may make lectures deteriorate and make people laugh.

Many people who are on good terms with Zuo Xiang, King Kang and the Lei family showed a slight mockery on their faces, and even several old Hanlin old Jinshi did not hide their contempt for Fang Yun.

An old Jinshi suddenly whispered: "The rabbit's tail is too high, so it naturally cannot grow long."

The people near Zuo Xiang chuckled softly, but the other Jinshi shook their heads secretly.

Fang Yun seemed not to notice the changes below, and said calmly: "Everyone, please carry paper and pen with you. During my lecture, if you have any questions or suggestions, you can write them on paper and pass them from the back to the front. You can leave your name or not. After I finish a part, I will look at your papers and pick out some meaningful or repeated questions to answer."

When Fang Yun finished speaking, the whole audience was silent.

Many teachers nodded, realizing that this was a good way for teachers and students to communicate.

"Great method! I will definitely use this method when I give lectures in the future. No, I will use this method for lectures in the whole academy in the future." The speaker was the president of the academy, whose status in the academy was second only to the minister of literature, and his status was equivalent to that of the six ministers.

The old scholar who laughed at Fang Yun for not being able to grow a rabbit's tail was red as blood. When others praised Fang Yun, he could refute, but when the president of the academy spoke, it was as if the final conclusion was made. Not to mention that he was a mere scholar, even other scholars could not overturn it.

The people who laughed at Fang Yun before all looked gloomy.

Fang Yun continued: "Although there are seven pavilions in Lingyan Pavilion, I will only teach the three arts of Qin, calligraphy and painting. Today, the first lecture is the left-hand fingering of Qin Dao."

The fingering of Qin Dao in Shengyuan Continent at this time is equally important to both left and right, while the fingering of ancient China later emphasized the left and neglected the right. The left-hand fingering is more exquisite. Fang Yun has verified it many times, and it is the most suitable for teaching.

So, Fang Yun took out three fingerings that were not available in Shengyuan Continent and began to teach. These three fingerings have been verified and used for hundreds of years and are flawless. Until Fang Yun finished speaking, no one dared to refute.

During Fang Yun's lecture, people passed notes forward one after another. After Fang Yun finished speaking, there were nearly a hundred pages of paper.

Fang Yun walked down the podium and wanted to take the stack of paper, but the president of the academy waved his hand and the stack of paper flew to the desk in front of Fang Yun.

Fang Yun thanked the president, then quickly looked through the questions raised by more than 90 people, picked two questions with the highest repetition rate, and then chose another question that he thought was important.

Three pieces of paper appeared in Fang Yun's hand, and Fang Yun answered the questions on the three pieces of paper in detail.

After Fang Yun answered, he said, "If there are no important questions, I will start to talk about calligraphy."

A Jinshi immediately stood up and bowed, saying, "Forgive me for being rude. I was there when you single-handedly injured the hand of the young Duke and defeated dozens of people in the Tanbo Pavilion with the "Qingsong Yin". I remember that you used three special fingerings at that time, which were not only unprecedented in the Shengyuan Continent, but also seemed to have different effects on war songs. Why don't you talk about those three fingerings?"

Fang Yun remembered that this person was not someone from King Kang or the Left Prime Minister, so he smiled and said, "The three fingerings are "Poke", "Intercept" and "Lim". I will explain them in detail in time, but today's lecture cannot cover everything. I guess the detailed explanation of these three fingerings will appear in the "Shengdao" next month."

"I see, I am rude."

Fang Yun nodded, then glanced at the Hanlin on the steps. He wanted to find Jiao Song, the third-level master of Qin Dao sent by the Left Prime Minister, but found that no Hanlin looked at him or had hostility.

The people of the left prime minister's faction were also looking forward to it, but after a long while no one dared to stand up and accuse Fang Yun, and they could only sigh.

The little Duke was wrapped in a medical cloth and sat on a futon, and the servants carefully supported him. He stared at Fang Yun, with the flame of hatred flashing in his eyes.

No one nearby paid attention to the little Duke.

Being punished by the semi-saint thunder in the Lingyan Pavilion was almost equivalent to losing his literary reputation, and many people had avoided him like the plague.

Not long after, Fang Yun said: "Now I will start to talk about calligraphy. The font of "Shen Ce Army Stele" is a font that I realized while sitting under the willow tree near Wudao River, so I call it "Liu style."

Fang Yun was sweating in his heart, hoping that in the future, "Yan style", "Ou style", "Zhao style" and so on can come up with just the right reasons.

When Liu Gongquan, the founder of Liu style, was alive, those high-ranking officials and dignitaries would be considered unfilial if they did not ask Liu Gongquan to write the epitaphs. It can be seen how high Liu Gongquan's status in the Tang Dynasty was.

Fang used the teaching content of Liu style in later generations to teach Liu Gongquan's unique way of writing and pointed out several new brush strokes.

Unlike the lectures on Qindao, Qindao fingering must be supported by a complete song. Fang Yun did not create a new song, but only played a fragment. People did not have a clear understanding of the fingering Fang Yun said, but the brush strokes were different.

Fang Yun's Liu style and brush strokes had an immediate effect. Many people even took out their pens to start learning. Those calligraphy masters were all very excited and praised him.

After talking about calligraphy, Fang Yun picked up a new piece of paper to answer, and finally said: "If there are no questions, I will start talking about painting."

The little Duke suddenly said: "Fang Wenhou, Ruan Ling, the master of the third level of painting, is here. He is known as the person who is most likely to enter the fourth level of painting. You dare to show off your skills in front of him. Aren't you afraid that the wind will flick your tongue?"

Countless people frowned. The little Duke would never do this in the past, but the little Duke suffered a thunder punishment and lost his reputation. Today, Fang Yun gave two lessons without omissions, and two masters of the third level did not speak in a row, so the little Duke could not help but tear his face and said Ruan Ling, forcing Fang Yun to be hostile to Ruan Ling and cut off Ruan Ling's retreat.

Many people looked at a Hanlin, whose Hanlin uniform was not the style of Jingguo, but the style of Jiaguo.

The Lei family is located in Jiaguo.

Ruan Ling was stared at by everyone, and a flash of anger flashed across his originally calm face. It was obvious that he already knew the methods of the young Duke. The first two masters of calligraphy and zither were from Jing country, and the young Duke did not want to offend them, but he was from Jia country, so the young Duke would not lose anything even if he offended him. Fang Yun did not speak, but smiled at the painting master Ruan Ling.