The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

The young Duke still stared at Fang Yun, but Fang Yun never looked at the son of Prince Kang who was wrapped in medicine.

Although Jingguo and Jiaguo are not bordering each other, there are some conflicts between the two countries, but they are not serious.

The disciples next to Ruan Ling, the painting master, glanced at the young Duke with dissatisfaction. If the young Duke hadn't said anything, Ruan Ling would have escaped unscathed.

But now the young prince has exposed Ruan Ling's purpose of coming here. If Ruan Ling points out Fang Yun's fallacies, his reputation will be greatly shocked. If he cannot point out Fang Yun's flaws, Ruan Ling will definitely be embarrassed when he returns home.

Ruan Ling's beard and hair were all white. He smiled calmly and said with his tongue: "The realm of painting is vast and boundless. We don't distinguish between old and new. We only judge heroes based on their skills. Fang Zhenguoman has surpassed Lingyan Pavilion, which is the first time in history. A genius, I feel sorry for myself. As for today's lectures, as usual, I only talk about gains and losses. I am here to listen with the heart of a student and pick up what others say. "

Everyone nodded, this is the magnanimity of a master of the Three Realms. Even if he helps the Lei family target Fang Yun, he is not as eager as the little Duke, but he still shows his sharp edge. The last two words "Shiyi" reveal the pride of the Three Realms of Painting. .

If Ruan Ling keeps pretending to be humble, he will be looked down upon by everyone.

When the young Duke heard that Ruan Ling was so cunning and cunning, his eyes flashed, and he spoke with spring thunder again: "You, the Jia Kingdom..."

Everyone was astonished. The young prince was just sowing discord, but this time he was just shouting curses.

"roll!"

The Grand Master in charge shouted while waving his sleeves, and saw that the little Duke's mouth was sealed by the strong wind. Then he flew out from the stone steps, flew out of the courtyard wall made of trees, flew thousands of feet, and landed heavily. Smashed to the ground.

"Click..."

The sound of broken bones exploded inside the little Duke's body.

"Pfft..." The young Duke spat out a mouthful of blood, with a look of annoyance on his face. None of those bachelors were cheap, and the bachelor in charge was a confidant of Wen Xiang. It was impossible to allow those who offended Fang Yun to be arrogant. The little Duke closed his eyes and passed out.

There was silence in Yuexiyuan.

Fang Yun coughed slightly and said: "After finishing the teaching of music and calligraphy, we started the third lecture on painting, which is also the most important content of today's lecture. The content of this third lecture is the chamfering method. The technique of chamfering is very important in the human race. There have been sprouts, but no one pays much attention to it, but after in-depth research, I came to a conclusion that the future of the chaffing method is the future of landscape painting! No chaffing method, no landscape!”

Many people took a breath of cold air. Fang Yun had always been teaching with a humble and gentlemanly attitude, carefully considering every word, but these words were beyond the scope of arrogance.

However, with the previous lessons, everyone suppressed their doubts in their hearts and watched Fang Yun quietly.

Fang Yun gave a signal, and someone immediately went to set up the upright drawing board, spread the paper, and fixed it on the drawing board so that people in the audience could watch it.

Fang Yun picked up his brush and dipped it in ink and said: "I studied at Jiangzhou Literary Academy, and it was Mr. Xiao Yixiao who taught me how to draw. Although he taught me fine brushwork, he was also unique in freehand brushwork. He used a rare 'broken ink' method. Now I will quickly draw a simple landscape using the broken ink method.”

Then, Fang Yun picked up the brush and painted using the method of breaking ink.

Although Xiao Yi uses the method of breaking ink in landscapes at this moment, his knowledge of breaking ink is far inferior to that of Fang Yun now. Fang Yun splashed ink and soon painted a landscape of Jixian County, and then explained various aspects of breaking ink.

The method of breaking ink has long appeared in the human race, and it has not yet become a system. It is still in the process of gestation and development, and not many people pay attention to it. However, after Fang Yun first painted with the method of breaking ink, he explained this method in depth, which immediately set off a climax on the scene.

A large number of famous painters were listening and writing at the same time. They wrote down what they didn't understand or wanted to ask on paper and passed it forward.

Ruan Ling's disciples were extremely intoxicated. When they suddenly heard something they didn't understand, they were about to write it down and send it to the front to ask questions. But the moment they started writing, their bodies trembled, they woke up suddenly, and quickly took back their brushes.

While wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he secretly observed the teacher. He and the teacher were entrusted by the Lei family to attack Fang Yun. It was better for him. Not only did he fail to find out the flaws in Fang Yun, but he asked for advice. If he were ten years younger, he would definitely His butt will be spanked by the teacher.

Seeing Ruan Ling listening to Fang Yun's lecture attentively and not seeing what was happening around him at all, his disciple breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm here to make trouble, not to learn!" Ruan Ling's disciple said silently in his heart.

Fang Yun was well prepared and spoke in simple and profound terms. Even those who did not have a deep understanding of painting were fascinated by it and felt itchy and wanted to enter the art of painting right away.

Fang Yun first talked about the method of breaking ink, which was a sign of respect for the development trajectory of painting. Later, Fang Yun kept silent, mobilized his talents, and used the "axe splitting method" unprecedented in Shengyuan Continent to paint Mount Tai in public.

At first, everyone didn't think anything, and they kept painting. Fang Yun's strokes were like boulders colliding, and lifting the brush was like falling rocks. Then they saw strong and powerful ink marks appearing on the scroll, twists and turns, and the mountains in the painting were like knives. The ax chop shows the solid texture and sharp edges of Mount Tai's rocks, forming an unprecedented majestic image.

Under the influence of talent and Yijing painting, the Mount Tai in the eyes of everyone has gradually risen, with the tendency of breaking out of the paper.

A second-level painter suddenly stood up and couldn't help but admire: "This... first-level ink painting and second-level painting! No wonder it can fill up the seven pavilions!"

"What he is holding is not a brush, but an ax, and he is chopping rocks on Mount Tai! I will never be mistaken, I can still hear the sound of the ax chopping rocks!"

"Although these techniques are just beginning to show off, they already have the appearance of establishing a sect!"

A bachelor who was proficient in painting was facing Fang Yun. Part of the painting was blocked by Fang Yun's body. He frowned, and a white cloud suddenly appeared under his feet. He flew high into the sky quickly, so that he could see Fang Yun's brush more clearly. Splash ink.

Not long after, Fang Yun finished painting the main peak of Mount Tai with a big axe-cutting method. He turned around and was stunned for a moment. He saw in the sky floating great bachelors, as well as several Hanlin who had been the number one scholar.

Only then did those who had risen to prominence realize that they had lost their composure, and they coughed and fell back to where they were.

Then, Fang Yun began to teach the ax cracking method, teaching this technique that opened a new chapter in Chinese landscape painting.

As he listened, Ruan Ling's disciple couldn't help but touch the pen again, wanting to write down his questions, but this time he quickly stopped and took a secret look at the teacher. He found that the teacher was the same as before, unchanged and relaxed. Take a breath.

This breath was only half released, and he swallowed it back suddenly, then slowly raised his head and looked at the sky in stunned silence.

White flowers appeared in mid-air and slowly fell.

"The sky is falling..." Ruan Ling's disciple struggled to squeeze out four words from his throat. He found it so difficult to pronounce the words that his own throat seemed to be torn apart by the sound of these four words.

Tens of thousands of people raised their heads together, and white flowers fell from the sky.

One of Zuo Xiang's disciples couldn't help shouting: "Isn't this a vision that must appear when a semi-sage lectures on scriptures? Even the great Confucian lectures are perfect. How can Fang Yun's lectures by a scholar make the flowers fall from the sky! These flowers must be strong winds It must have been scraped!”

No one refuted his words at all, because even Tong Sheng knew that the sky was full of flowers, let alone the ability to change winter into spring, and the wind, rain and thunder would not dare to come close. Even if a tornado appeared, it would not be able to blow even half of the petals.

I saw a petal fall on a person's forehead. The person felt relieved all over, and then couldn't help shouting: "I understand! I understand! I know what breaking the ink landscape is, and I also know what the ax chopping method is!" Thank you Master Fang!”

This thirty-year-old Juren half-knelt down to Fang Yun.

"Quick, quick, quick! Don't let the Heavenly Flower get away! Catch it quickly! There are benefits!"

"Don't grab it from me!"

The Yuexi Courtyard was in order, but outside it was a mess. Everyone, regardless of gender, young or old, began to fight for the Heavenly Flower.

Yang Yuhuan stood far away, there were no fallen flowers nearby, and he was anxious when he saw the little fox smiling and waving his hand to the sky, and a large number of random flowers flew over, fell on Yang Yuhuan and Nunu together, and merged into their bodies.

"Hey..." the little fox shouted happily.

Yang Yuhuan was also filled with joy and found that not only did he understand Fang Yun's painting techniques, but he even seemed to have made a breakthrough in the way of playing the piano and the harp.

When the people nearby saw this scene, they were so frightened that they ran away quickly, staying away from this person. It was as if they drank the divine flower as if it were water. It was too exaggerated.

Fang Yun continued to lecture, and the chaos continued. The number of flowers was far greater than the number of people. The inside and outside of the Yuexi Academy soon calmed down.

After a while, someone suddenly said angrily: "That's nonsense. I've also got swollen flowers. Why don't I understand anything? It's a lie!"

Everyone was stunned, and an old Juren sneered: "Idiot! You are disrespectful of fortune, disrespectful of Taoism, and have evil intentions. It's good that I didn't kill you with the random flowers. Do you still want to understand? Even if you are blind, you can't." I’ll give you the magic flower!”

The crowd laughed loudly.

The man lowered his head silently and suddenly slowly knelt on the ground.

The people around him stopped smiling.

Another random flower fell on his head and disappeared quickly, and then a look of intoxication appeared on his face.

"Listening to this lecture, I feel like taking a breath of spring breeze. Thank you Master Fang for your grace! Today I will break with Zuo Xiang and his family!" The man knelt down and bowed.

The young Duke opened his eyes in a daze, with a cold smile on his lips. Even if he failed to anger Ruan Ling, it was enough to make the two of them...

"This..." He saw the dense white flowers in the sky.

"The sky... the flowers... are chaotic... poof..." The little Duke was lying on the ground, and the blood in his mouth spurted upward like a bright red fountain.

Click! Click!

The sound of Wen Dan's shattering and Wen Gong's shattering spread in all directions.

The little Duke rolled his eyes and fainted again.

He didn't understand in the end that he had clearly invited three masters of the Three Realms to trouble Fang Yun, but not only did they not succeed, but there was a lot of chaos.

In the Yuexi Academy, Ruan Ling's disciple gritted his teeth and held the pen again. Although he was sent by the Lei family, he is still a scholar of the human race. If he misses this opportunity to ask questions, he doesn't know how long it will take before he has the opportunity. Whether you can enter the three realms of painting is probably within this thought!

"Even if the teacher blames me, I still have to ask questions!" He made up his mind and looked at the teacher Ruan Ling.

Ruan Ling was holding a pen and writing on the paper in front of him: "I have something unclear..."

Ruan Ling's disciple rolled his eyes and almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. His teacher was a dignified master of the third realm, and he actually started to ask questions to Fang Yun, who was only in the first realm of Hua Dao.