The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Mr. Xiao said hurriedly: "Can you speak more clearly?"

Fang Yun had no choice but to pick up the pen and use Lu Yu's painting as an example. He used very unfamiliar brushwork to draw the three sides of light, dark and gray and the projection, and explained it in detail.

Lu Yu and the others couldn't understand, but Mr. Xiao stared at it. At first, his eyes shone, and then he fell into deep thought. His expression kept changing, but his eyes became darker and darker. Finally, Mr. Xiao's eyes were blank, looking at the painting. daze.

Fang Yun was puzzled, wondering if this painting theory was not applicable to Shengyuan Continent? Impossible.

The other five scholar classmates also looked at Mr. Xiao curiously, wondering why he was in a daze.

Mr. Xiao stayed there for a full quarter of an hour, then suddenly showed a look of ecstasy on his face and shouted: "I have achieved enlightenment! I will enter the second level of painting today!"

After speaking, he turned around and ran to the lectern, picking up his pen to draw.

Fang Yun and the other five scholars looked at each other, got up and walked over to watch Mr. Xiao painting not far from the podium.

The six people were silent and watched Mr. Xiao paint quietly.

He first painted the sun, the river and the reeds, and finally began to paint a kingfisher.

It was nothing at first, but everyone soon realized that Mr. Xiao's talent was slowly pouring into the painting. A faint white light appeared in the whole painting. Then everyone saw the water flowing and heard the sound of the wind. The painting had already been painted. The good reeds actually swayed in the wind.

"Sure enough, we have entered the second level of painting!" Lu Yu whispered.

Li Yuncong immediately glared at him and refused to allow him to speak.

The moment Mr. Xiao put away his pen, everyone heard a crisp bird song, and saw a translucent kingfisher flying out of the painting, flapping its wings in the air, chirping, and finally landing on Mr. Xiao's shoulder. Use the pointed beak to comb the feathers.

The kingfisher in the painting was gone.

Mr. Xiao, an unsmiling middle-aged man, grinned and watched the kingfisher carefully, fearing that it would fly away.

The figure of the kingfisher became fainter and fainter. After a while, it exploded with a soft sound, and then turned into pen and ink and fell on the reeds, reverting to the kingfisher. The originally flowing water stopped, the sound of wind disappeared, and the treasure on the painting The light is gone too.

Mr. Xiao laughed loudly, rolled up the painting and put it in his arms. Then he looked at Fang Yun and said: "As expected of a former Saint, he is indeed a rare talent in a century! If you study painting with concentration, you will definitely be able to join the Holy Academy Painting Society. Beating the ‘Painting King’ who was once one of the four great talents!”

"Thank you, sir." Fang Yun said.

"Don't be humble. I will go back today and write an article about the 'three sides of light, darkness, and gray', and then submit it to the Lord of the Academy. This article will definitely be included in the "Holy Way"! And there will definitely be more in our ten countries. You have entered the second level of painting. I listed you as the first signature on that article, and I am the second one. As for the holy pages or other rewards from "The Holy Way", they all belong to you!"

Fang Yun said: "Sir, please don't do this. I just expressed my thoughts and cannot be the first signer."

"Don't refuse! I have also benefited from you! This article will take about a day. You go to the library in three days and I will give you a war painting. I am a Juren. I should be able to draw after entering the second realm. A demon soldier. Unfortunately, I have just entered the second level of Danqing and my writing skills are not stable, so I can only give you a painting of demon soldiers. When I consolidate the second level, I will give you a painting of demon soldiers!"

Mr. Xiao left quickly.

Fang Yun sighed softly. He really didn't expect that he could have a new article published in "Holy Way" after just saying a few words, and he would also be the first signer.

Lu Yu suddenly covered his face and said, "I want to die."

"I want to die too!" Ning Zhiyuan said with a sad face.

Li Yuncong praised: "Fang Yun, I didn't know what a versatile person was until I met you! You can write poems and parallel prose, and after finishing the parallel prose, you can also create your own painting techniques, and all of them are in the "Holy Way". If you don't become a saint, , Wenquxing must be blind."

"Please don't taint me!" Fang Yun said half-jokingly.

Du Shudai said seriously: "Fang Yun will definitely not be worse than Yi Zhishi. When Yi Zhishi becomes a bachelor, it will cause the stars to move, and Fang Yun will definitely be able to do the same!"

"Yes, it can definitely be done! Maybe when he becomes a Hanlin scholar, he will spark a stir in literature and music and become the first person in the world!"

"When Yi Zhishi became a bachelor, Wenquxing moved. If Fang Yun becomes a Hanlin scholar, he might be able to move again."

"Most likely."

Fang Yun said hurriedly: "I have no grievances with you, so don't flatter me or kill me."

Lu Yu said with a smile: "You have another article included in "Holy Way", do you want to express it? Invite us to Wangjiang Tower. The Yangtze River boneless fish there is the most delicious. I have never eaten it."

Fang Yun had also heard about the boneless fish and was very happy today, so he said: "Let's go now!"

"Fang Yun is a true gentleman!" Ning Zhiyuan shouted.

The six of them went to Wangjiang Tower and had a big meal before returning home. They didn't drink today, they just ate and chatted, and mentioned the matter of killing demons in the next few days.

Fang Yun did not let Fang Daniu follow him, and walked home with only a few words of conversation.

It was already past six o'clock in the evening, the sun was setting in the west, and the colorful clouds on the horizon were shimmering.

When he arrived at Minghui Street, his family's mansion was in front of him. Fang Yun noticed that many people were looking at the door of his house. There were two carriages parked in front of his house. Several people who looked like servants were surrounding the carriages. Under the steps of the front door stood a man in Chinese clothes. There is an old man. There is a door panel beside the old man, and there is a person lying on the door panel.

The man was lying on the door panel with his back up, and there was blood around his buttocks. It seemed that he had been beaten, and his injuries were very serious.

The man was not facing Fang Yun, so Fang Yun couldn't see clearly, but he vaguely guessed a possibility.

Fang Yun walked forward, and the neighbors around him greeted him one after another, and Fang Yun was particularly enthusiastic.

Fang Yun walked to the door, and the old man looked over with doubt. The man lying on the door panel and groaning turned his head and saw that it was Zhuang Wei.

Zhuang Wei, who was already pale due to excessive blood loss, became even more pale now, with a look of horror in his eyes, and then whispered: "Father, he is Fang Yun."

Father Zhuang immediately lifted up his robe and was about to kneel down in front of Fang Yun. Fang Yun hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him. At the same time, he stared at the old man and said sternly: "If you dare to kneel down, I will think that you are here to harm my reputation!"

Fang Yun was a little annoyed. In this kind of Confucian society, forcing an old man to kneel down to a young man was not an ordinary bad reputation.

Father Zhuang hurriedly stood up and explained: "Don't misunderstand me! I have no intention of harming you! I just took my unfilial son to apologize to you! I have had people beat him with forty sticks, and I didn't even give him any medicine." He's here! I'm putting him here now. I'll give him a beating or a punishment. But I beg you, sir, to spare his life. I beg you, I'm just such a son. ah."

The people around him were astonished. They all knew that Fang Yun's literary name had great potential in the future, but forcing a civil servant to have a "low life" was too strong. It would take at least a prefect to do it.

Fang Yun took a closer look at Zhuang Wei's buttocks. His pants were beaten to pieces, dripping with blood, and there were even pieces of meat. If he were an ordinary person, he might have been beaten to death, but Zhuang Wei was a civil servant and could not die, but at least he would be beaten to death. It takes half a month to get out of bed.

Fang Yun knew in his heart that the banker was afraid of Li Wenying and was afraid of being hacked by Jiangzhou officials, so he came to him to solve the problem.

Fang Yun smiled and said: "Uncle, you're welcome. Zhuang Wei was kind enough to help me correct the poem. Unfortunately, it was just a mistake. It's not a big deal. Give Zhuang Wei a dressing and send it back immediately. Don't let the wound become suppurative. Even Juren can't stand it. It’s such a hassle. I’ll go in first, please come back.”

When Zhuang's father saw that he was about to suffer, he hurriedly grabbed Fang Yun's sleeve and begged: "Master Fang, please spare our Zhuang Wei. I have decided to let him resign as a college student and study hard at home for five years. He will not be allowed to take part in the Beijing Examination within five years. He has also sworn a poisonous oath. If he breaks the oath, his literary courage will be shattered!"

"Oh?" Fang Yun glanced at Zhuang Wei, but he didn't expect that he would dare to swear on his literary talent and not take the Jinshi examination for five years. This has a huge impact on a person's future, although Zhuang Wei's chances of getting the Jinshi are not very good. big.

"If you want land or a shop, we, the banker, will compensate you. All we ask is that you give the banker a way to survive." Father Zhuang begged bitterly.

Fang Yun said: "Uncle, you misunderstood. This matter really has nothing to do with me. He humiliated me for the Liu family, and I still don't blame him. If you want to blame, blame the Liu family."

Father Zhuang understood it as soon as he heard it, lowered his head and cursed: "You traitor! Why are you still standing there? Why don't you swear on your bravery that you will never help the Liu family again! Do you want me to send my white-haired man to the black-haired man? Zuo How old is Xiang, how old is Fang Yun? I know that Fang Yun will go further than Zuo Xiang in the future, why can't you see it?"

Zhuang Wei wanted to say that it would be at least a few decades later, and how many geniuses had fallen midway, but he did not dare to say it. He thought about it, gritted his teeth and said: "Wenquxing is above, all the saints are above, I, Zhuang Wei, My literary courage will never take the initiative to help the Liu family in this life! If I violate it, my literary courage will collapse and the literary palace will be shattered!"

Neighbors not far away started talking about the poisonous oath.

"If this matter spreads, the Liu family's reputation will be ruined. Anyone who tries to cling to the Liu family in the future will have to think carefully."

"All the relatives of the Liu family are gone. I'm afraid the Liu family will be furious."

"If the left prime minister knew that he would not look good, he would betray the Liu family, no matter how big or small he is."

"This Fang Yun is young and very capable."

Fang Yun naturally understood what "not taking the initiative to help" meant, but he didn't care. He cupped his hands to Zhuang's father and said, "Uncle, please go back. I will take the initiative to explain this matter to Mr. Yuan Jun. I believe you know that this is a matter of course." This is a misunderstanding, and I won't vent my anger on Brother Zhuang. Brother Zhuang, you have to take good care of yourself and don't do anything stupid again. I won't be able to save you next time."

"Thank you Fang Shuangjia! Thank you, the planner!" Zhuang's father thanked him repeatedly, then carried Zhuang Wei into the car and left.

Fang Yun just entered the door, and Yang Yuhuan and Nunu were standing behind the door.

After entering the house, Yang Yuan told Yang Yuhuan the whole story, then went back to the house and rewrote Li Wenying's "Early Plum Blossoms", but changed the words "a few branches bloomed last night" to "one branch bloomed last night". Using "one" can better reflect "early" than "number". Fang Yun believes that just this word can make "Early Plum" famous.