In the Haoran Academy, in Yin Zhaoxian's small courtyard, a small stone table was not big enough for Ji Yuan and his two companions to perform, so Ji Yuan took out three tables from his sleeves and lined them up under the plum tree.
Ji Yuan spread out his four treasures of the study and laid out the rice paper he had just bought. Yin Zhaoxian and Wang Li also took out writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstones from the study in the courtyard and laid them out.
During this period, Yin Zhaoxian had already instructed a servant who was guarding not far outside to tell him that he and the two gentlemen would be closing the courtyard to write, and no one was allowed to disturb them. Even the meals only had to be delivered outside the courtyard.
In fact, the book boy had always been paying attention to what Yin Zhaoxian, Ji Yuan and others in the courtyard were talking about, but the strange thing was that after they entered the courtyard, although there were sounds, they were vague and he could not hear them clearly. Now that he received Yin Zhaoxian's order, he of course hurriedly agreed, but his curiosity became even stronger. However, although he was curious, he did not dare to do anything beyond the limit.
Everything was ready, and before the three of them even started writing, the sky was already rumbling, and the sound of cloudless thunder continued, like some kind of emotion from heaven.
A series of paintings of the underworld were suspended in front of the three tables. There were various changing scenes on them, as well as some scenes of the underworld and various netherworlds, but Yin Zhaoxian and even Wang Li seemed unmoved.
"Gentlemen, as I just said, Mr. Wang will be the main writer, and Master Yin and I will polish it. Master Yin will also need to add some poems to certain chapters, and I will also need to add paintings. If you have no objection, let's start like this?"
Yin Zhaoxian and Wang Li looked at each other and nodded. Although there was a hierarchy, the three of them started writing almost at the same time.
Dark clouds began to gather in the sky and became thicker and thicker, making the capital city suddenly much darker.
"Crack—boom—boom..."
The light of lightning illuminated the earth, and the thunder in the sky suddenly became violent, shocking everyone in Gyeonggi Prefecture to look up at the sky. Many children were frightened by the thunder and burst into tears at home.
Ji Yuan looked up at the sky. Although it was covered with leaden clouds, the strange thing was that only in Haoran Academy, or only in this corner of Haoran Academy, the sunlight penetrated the small gaps in the clouds and shone into Yin Zhaoxian's courtyard and onto the three desks of Ji Yuan, Wang Li and Yin Zhaoxian.
Above the Gyeonggi Prefecture, above the rolling dark clouds, Ying Ruoli stood there holding a folding fan. It was because she had just gathered the wind and clouds to form rain clouds that the thunder in the sky was not so noticeable.
After the dark clouds gathered, lightning and thunder continued, but Ying Ruoli no longer controlled the wind and thunder. She stood in the clouds with a folding fan in her hand. After a while, she took a step, slid in the clouds, and came to a corner of the cloud.
Ying Ruoli looked up and then down. There was a small hole here, through which a few faint rays of sunlight could always shine onto the earth.
The dragon girl gently waved her folding fan, and as she was lost in thought, the wind and rain rose in Gyeonggi Prefecture...
“Hua La La La…”
The heavy rain finally fell, and the sky in Gyeonggi Province changed from clear and sunny half a day ago to strong winds and heavy rain now.
“Woo… woo… woo…”
In a guest hall of Haoran Academy, an old teacher who was giving a lecture stopped reading the text, walked to the door of the guest hall and looked at the rain outside. Most of the students in the hall were also looking out the door and windows.
Surprisingly, many of these scholars possess a noble spirit. Even if their noble brilliance has not yet manifested itself, their literary luck and aura are evident.
"The sound of the wind and rain is so shrill..."
"Yes, it's as if the sky is crying!"
The old teacher clapped his palms lightly with the book in his hands and glanced in the direction of the academy. Although it was obscured by the wind and rain, because they were all inside the Haoran Academy and the school was not too far away, a beam of sunlight could be faintly seen shining through the clouds in that direction.
'What is the dean doing?'
There are more than one people in Haoran Academy who have this idea, and there are many hidden talents in the entire Dazhen capital, and there are also many people who are observing the sky and thinking hard. However, most of them know that something big seems to be happening, but they have no idea how to solve it.
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One day, two days, three days... ten days, twenty days, thirty days...
In Yin Zhaoxian's courtyard, Ji Yuan, Wang Li and Yin Zhaoxian were writing non-stop, discussing briefly, and watching the changes in the scrolls. The piles of ink-stained papers on the table were getting more and more numerous and thicker.
Wang Li is indeed a genius in this field. He borrowed some existing rules of the underworld and some regulations of the Netherworld, and added some ideas discussed with Ji Yuan. With this as the core, he derived a variety of rich stories, which were full of joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, love and loyalty, and even the connection between the solving of cases in the Yin and Yang worlds. Even from Ji Yuan's perspective, it was extremely gripping.
All things in the world of the living are known to the underworld;
The Yellow Spring water is surging, the Yellow Spring road is dark and secluded;
Flowers blooming on the other shore are everywhere, and I am worried here;
When we are alive, the paths under our feet are narrow but full of paths; when we return after death, the path is wide but full of paths for ghosts to walk on;
Everyone hopes that love, hate, and vengeance will eventually be repaid. When death is imminent, people start to worry about gains and losses. Today’s affairs are unclear, and it is difficult to fulfill one’s wishes in this life. It is difficult to let go of all the worries. Perhaps one can have another life…
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From the rising of golden wind to the falling of white snow, it took only a few months to create "Huangquan", but it took countless efforts.
During this period, countless court officials, royal relatives, and even immortal masters came to visit Yin Zhaoxian at Haoran Academy, but they were all turned away. Even the emperor was not allowed to enter the academy, and the most he could get from Yin Zhaoxian was an apology.
Naturally, the Yin family also came here many times, but were also not allowed to enter. However, when they learned that Mr. Ji was inside, they immediately no longer had any worries.
At the end of the year, under the leadership of Yi's bookstore, six volumes of "Huangquan" were engraved and printed, including books, paintings, poems and songs.
The book "Huangquan" does not have any signed author, but there are several people who wrote prefaces, including Ji Yuan, Wang Li, Yin Zhaoxian, and Xin Wuya.
Although the book states clearly in its preface and introduction that it is a novel, it describes all kinds of human conditions in great detail and with substance, and even contains subtle hints of the principles of heaven and earth. Even those who practice cultivation will inevitably look for the complete book when they occasionally see it, and the conversion of things between the yin and yang cannot help but make readers deeply associate.
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On a street in Chunhui City, it was still dark in the morning and a line had already started forming in front of a bookstore. In addition to people who were obviously college students, there were also some servants of someone.
Despite the cold weather, those waiting to buy books were rubbing their hands and stamping their feet and refused to leave. The smarter ones had already bought hot buns elsewhere before coming, and were now eating them while waiting, making those around them drool.
"Squeak~~"
Inside the bookstore, a clerk opened the door yawning, but was startled by the eyes outside.
"Oh my god, why are there so many people here today?"
The scholar at the front said anxiously.
"I heard that your shop will receive a batch of rare books with prefaces written by the sage of literature today. It's the Huangquan. Is it true or not?"
The shop assistant was stunned for a moment and nodded.
"Yes, I unloaded the goods from the dock last night. I took a rest after the oxcart brought them here. They are in the shop now. Uh, do you all want to buy that book?"
"Not bad, not bad! It's good to have it, it's good to have it! Quick, give me a whole set, no, give me two sets!"
The scholar at the front said this hurriedly, but as soon as he finished speaking, he aroused dissatisfaction among many people behind him.
"Hey, brother, how can you buy two copies for yourself? There are so many people who can't find the books!"
"That's right, this guy came early, but buying two is too much, there are so many people lining up!"
"Yes, I heard from my friend who came back from Beijing that many bookstores now limit the number of copies per person to one book, and in some places you can only buy one copy."
The shop assistant, who was still a little sleepy, suddenly thought of something and quickly said
"Oh, yes, yes, the shopkeeper also said that each person can only buy one!"
"Then please open the box quickly, we want to buy some books!"
"Yeah, I can help."
"Oh, OK, OK, please wait a moment, it will be ready soon! Shopkeeper, shopkeeper - so many people want to buy books!"
The shop assistant shouted a few times towards the back of the shop, and when he heard the response he hurried to open a few boxes. At the same time he became extremely curious about the book "Huangquan".
Reading Huang Quan, one will not only find the novel fascinating, but also the outstanding literary talent. There are also poems and songs that have amazed the literary world integrated into each story, and there are also the ultimate truths of heaven and earth. If one thinks about and calculates the affairs of Huang Quan carefully, one can even shock the cultivators from all sides in the world of cultivation.
So much so that after the initial publication of "Huangquan", as the book leaked, the inappropriateness slowly fermented for more than a month, and soon caused a chain reaction in all parties.
Storytellers found that this was a perfect storytelling subject, both novel and fascinating; scholars found that this was a literary treasure and also loved to read the stories in it; common people also liked the stories in it; and those who practiced Taoism, such as immortals, Buddhas, spirits, demons, and even ghosts and gods, suddenly discovered by chance that this was actually a truly wonderful book!
For a time, the copy of Huangquan was hard to come by.
And this chain reaction is now only radiating outward with Dazhen Jingji Prefecture as the core, but the speed is astonishingly fast, and there is a faint inevitability of causing even greater shocks, because the cultivators' calculations based on books are vague, and the word "Yellow Spring" makes even the most profound people feel uneasy when they hear it.