The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Zhuang Wei's hands were shaking.

He knew that he was acting on impulse. He originally thought that even if Fang Yun fought back, it would be okay and would not lead to unpredictable consequences, so he came to trouble Fang Yun to vent for the Liu family and make his wife and the Liu family happy.

But who could have thought that a university scholar would ask a mere student to revise the poem!

That was Li Wenying's poem, a scholar who almost slayed the dragon, an official who dared to directly kill the Jinshi, and a madman who called the left prime minister an old dog.

Zhuang Wei knew that even if the poem was smeared like this, Li Wenying would laugh it off. After all, it was a misunderstanding. Li Wenying would not bother to attack him, a student of the Juren, but Li Wenying's old friends and students would not laugh it off, all the officials of the Academy of Literature would not laugh it off, and the scholars of the entire Jiangzhou would not laugh it off.

Those people will find ways to make things difficult for him. Once they catch him, they will not hesitate to use the most severe punishment. If he is not careful, he will be banned from participating in the imperial examination. He, Zhuang Wei, does not have the ability to ask the emperor to choose him.

The few people who followed Zhuang Wei left silently. This is not abandoning old friends, but knowing the current situation is a hero.

A lecturer who has always admired Li Wenying could not help but scolded: "The shame of scholars, the bedbug of the literary academy, a scholar went to destroy the students, and lost the face of scholars! You can't live if you commit evil!" After saying that, he left with a dark face.

After many people experienced surprise and ridicule, they looked at Zhuang Wei with a little pity, knowing that he was finished.

Fang Yun continued to eat as if nothing had happened.

Lu Yu said with a sly smile: "Don't say a few more words?"

"The joy of having enough food and wine is better than adding insult to injury." Fang Yun smiled slightly and continued to eat.

A group of students nodded one after another. This is the mind that scholars should have.

Many people only admired Fang Yun's talent and didn't know much about his character, especially those sons of noble families. When they learned that Yan Yuewen's palace was destroyed and Liu Zicheng knelt down to apologize, they all thought Fang Yun was too cruel, but now their attitude towards Fang Yun has changed greatly.

"As expected of a great talent who can write "Humble House", a humble house has a good aspiration and a better tolerance for people."

"I will never look down on poor students again. I am not as generous as them."

"It's not easy for someone in Jiangzhou to be listed among the four great talents. We must not destroy it ourselves. If anyone tarnishes Fang Yun's literary reputation again in the future, everyone remember to help."

"Of course." Everyone nodded in agreement.

Zhuang Wei was ashamed to death when he heard these discussions. This time, not only did he fail to hit Fang Yun, but he made Fang Yun famous in the state literary academy.

He didn't dare to stay here anymore and left in a hurry.

Everyone left one after another.

After dinner, Fang Yun and his friends left and returned to Moxiangshe to study.

The first and second classes in the afternoon were still taught by Mr. Wang, but the last two classes were different from usual ones, they were Danqing classes. Fang Yun was stunned when he heard the name of this class for the first time, and then he found that it could not be called "Chinese painting" here, so there was no such thing as Chinese painting.

Ancient Chinese paintings mostly used vermilion and blue, so they were called Danqing.

Ten days make up a ten-day period, and the last two classes in the afternoon on the first, third, fifth and seventh days of each ten-day period in the Academy of Literature teach Danqing, Guqin, calligraphy and Go respectively.

The better the calligraphy, the more powerful the battle poetry, which is a must-learn art for all scholars.

Danqing, Guqin and Go can be practiced or not, because the three are not only more difficult, but also very expensive to practice.

Ordinary Guqin and Go have no power, and only after becoming a literary treasure can they have powerful power.

Painting does not require a literary treasure, but it needs demon blood ink to bear the power of talent, and it often takes more than ten years of practice to reach the most basic realm of "poetic and picturesque", with a certain attack ability, and it is extremely difficult to become a talent. Currently, only fine brushwork can be used in battles, and freehand brushwork cannot inspire the power of talent.

However, the power of Qinqihualun is far less than that of war poetry. With the same talent consumption, the power of Qinqihualun is only one-third of that of war poetry.

Although Qinqihualun is not powerful, its advantage is that it can launch attacks continuously.

Paintings can be preserved for a certain period of time, while the only way to preserve war poetry is the "holy book". Except for the semi-holy family, anyone who wants to get the "holy book" can only obtain it through the book mountain. Only one or two books are published in a hundred years, and its rarity is even higher than the great Confucian literary treasures.

Fang Yun has decided to concentrate on practicing calligraphy. If he spends time on Qinqihualun, it is not worth it. However, to master the basic usage of Qinqihualun, he must be able to use Qinqihualun, and painting is not suitable for deep study at present.

Fang Yun had read some books before. Calligraphy was the first to be valued in Shengyuan Continent, while qin, chess and painting were not valued. It was only gradually developed in the past two hundred years. However, decades ago, Lian Zhan's poems were only regarded as minor arts, and qin, chess and painting were even more subordinate. Even if some talented literati worked hard to study qin, chess and painting, it still developed slowly.

"Take painting as an example. Although it has developed well, only a few people such as Gu Kaizhi, the Grand Secretary, have a reputation for painting, and later masters such as Wu Daozi, the Saint of Painting, have not yet been born. Some of the eighteen strokes, ink wash and various dotting and dyeing methods that are well-known to later generations have only appeared in a small part."

Fang Yun was thinking in his heart, when Mr. Xiao, who taught brushwork, walked in. This person was not a lecturer, but a seventh-rank idle official of the State Academy of Literature. He loved Danqing very much, but had little interest in calligraphy.

During the break, Fang Yun learned from Li Yuncong and others that Mr. Xiao had already reached the first level of Danqing "poetic and picturesque", and had been striving for the second level "lifelike", but had never been able to break through.

Mr. Xiao was a serious man. He walked behind the desk. Fang Yun and six others stood up to greet him. He nodded and motioned for everyone to sit down.

"Are you Fang Yun?" Mr. Xiao's expression was dull, but his tone was very kind.

"Yes." Fang Yun said.

"Have you ever studied painting before?"

"Never."

Mr. Xiao thought for a moment with an expressionless face and said, "I can't delay other people's classes for you. I have a lesson plan here for you to study on your own. If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask me after school. I'm here on weekdays. If there are no courses in the library, you can ask me at any time.”

"Thank you, Mr. Xiao." Fang Yun stepped forward gratefully, took Mr. Xiao's lesson plan, and sat back to study by himself.

While Mr. Xiao was giving the lecture, Fang Yun was looking through the lesson plan below. This lesson plan first explained the brushes, inks, paper, inkstones and pigments required for meticulous painting. As Fang Yun read, a book written by a famous meticulous painter automatically appeared in his mind. The "Gongbi Painting Lesson Plan" written by Yao Mingkui contains many words that Fang Yun can compare with.

Mr. Xiao's lesson plan involves many unique pigments and materials of Shengyuan Continent, including monster hair or monster blood. When Fang Yun reads silently, a book will naturally form in the world of strange books.

After reading the basic knowledge, Fang Yun came up with a problem when it came to painting techniques. The lesson plans in Qishu Tiandi were more correct than Mr. Xiao's. Fang Yun had no choice but to abandon Mr. Xiao's and read "Mr. Yao's".

Fang Yun gradually became fascinated. He mainly read the lesson plans in Qishu Tiandi, and did not look at Mr. Xiao's lesson plans for a long time.

Mr. Xiao looked at Fang Yun several times during the lecture and found that he had not turned the page for a long time and seemed to be in a daze. He secretly sighed that this great talent had no interest in painting and was very disappointed.

Several students discovered the problem and secretly looked at Fang Yun to remind him, but he lowered his head and couldn't see their hints.

Time passed little by little. Fang Yun was reading very quickly in Qishu Tiandi. Before Mr. Xiao finished speaking, he had read the entire "Gongbi Painting Lesson Plan". Some of the terms he didn't understand could be found in other books. The explanation gave Fang Yun a great understanding of and even interest in meticulous painting.

"It's a pity that I can't be distracted now. I'd better practice my calligraphy and read the classics of all saints. I'll at least be admitted to Jinshi before I can find time to learn painting."

Fang Yun's mind left the world of strange books and began to read Mr. Xiao's lesson plans.

This time he was not studying, but comparing the "Gongbi Painting Lesson Plan". He flipped through it quickly and found many loopholes and errors.

Fang Yun's rapid page turning was noticed by Mr. Xiao. Mr. Xiao just frowned slightly and said nothing.

After the lecture, Mr. Xiao said: "Fang Yun, since you have read today's lesson, let me ask you, what's wrong with Lu Yu's peony picture?"

Fang Yun didn't know that Mr. Xiao misunderstood that he didn't study, and thought it was a normal exam. He turned to look at the paintings on Lu Yu's desk and said casually: "Let's start with the flowers and leaves. The tips of the flowers and leaves are too thick, and the brush strokes are too thick. However, the lines at the roots of the flowers and leaves are too thin, violating the basic light and dark.”

Mr. Xiao couldn't help but widen his eyes, walked over quickly, and said, "You actually saw his problem at a glance! Light and dark? It's not in my lesson plan. Can you explain it?"

The five scholars on the side looked at Fang Yun together, and Lu Yu said: "Fang Yun, you don't even know how to paint, do you? You just said that you have never painted before. Do you think you can gain new insights just by reading Mr.'s lesson plans?"

When Fang Yun saw that the eyes of these six people were wrong, he hurriedly said: "I was just talking casually, don't misunderstand me."

Unexpectedly, Mr. Xiao said with a straight face: "Why, you, a former holy boy, have become the prince's attendant, so you look down on me, a seventh-grade official who teaches painting?"

Fang Yun knew as soon as he heard that Mr. Xiao was serious. If it were Mr. Wang, he would have fooled him, but this Mr. Xiao was too old-fashioned to be vague.

Fang Yun was anxious in his heart, he couldn't say anything, and he had to be reasonable when he said it. After a few breaths of silence, he had an idea, and remembered that when he gave "Fox to Rhyme" to Master Zhou for filing, he said that he used to sit by the river and meditate. He was praised by Master Zhou as "enlightenment by the river".

"Although I have never learned how to paint, when I was a child, I often thought about how to write poems by the river. If I got tired from thinking, I would pick up branches and draw on the sand. At that time, I only knew how to draw and didn't understand anything. I read it. After reading Mr.’s lesson plan, I suddenly had an enlightenment.”

"Are you really reading my lesson plan? Then can you explain what light and darkness are?" Mr. Xiao's expression softened a lot.

Fang Yun couldn't hide at first glance, so he could only reveal the theory of "yin and yang, light and dark" in traditional Chinese painting and the "three major sides" of sketching. He pointed at the painting and said: "There are three sides of light and shade, namely the bright side, the gray side and the dark side. , adding shadows can show the illumination of light, making the leaves more...realistic." Fang Yun almost said it was more three-dimensional.