"Last time you watched willows forming characters by the Wudao River and created your own Liu style. What did you observe to form this type of character this time?" someone asked.
Fang Yun was silent for a moment, and then said, "I admired Yan Sheng because of reading Yan Zi. Yan Sheng's teachings are like a mountain in front of me, which made me understand this kind of calligraphy, so it is called Yan style."
Everyone was stunned. Although this kind of statement was rare, it was not strange and there were precedents.
"Yan style? Great! Please be patient, Saint Fang Xu. We will return it to you as soon as we make the copy."
Fang Yun smiled helplessly. Sai Xiaoyu didn't even ask him whether he agreed or not, for fear that he would reject them.
Calligraphy works of this level, even if they are rubbings, have extremely high collection value, which is far inferior to those printed by workshops.
The two great scholars and the university secretary each displayed their unique talents. Instead of using the common rubbing method, they used their talents as the medium to rub the works onto the paper pages.
Sai Xiaoyu was the most extravagant. He actually took out a holy page and used his talent to copy the reduced text.
Although the text on the holy page rubbing became smaller, it was more fascinating than the rubbing on ordinary paper. There was even a hint of Fang Yun's sword edge and sharpness. After Sai Xiaoyu finished the rubbing, he held it in both hands. His sleeves suddenly shattered and flew like a butterfly.
Everyone was stunned that the words copied from the holy page had such power.
Upon seeing this, Ling Gu'ao also took out a holy page and copied the four words.
After everyone finished copying, they continued to look at the plaque and discuss and exchange ideas.
After a while, people from Shengyuan and Kongcheng appeared and flew here quickly.
Fang Yun took a casual look and was stunned. There were more than thirty people who were rising to prominence, as well as a small number of Jinshi or Hanlin champions. Yan Yukong was among them.
The number of people rising rapidly to higher positions is increasing.
Many women looked up and looked forward, calling out softly. Some women even whispered the names of the people approaching, all of whom were influential figures in Kongcheng.
This time, no one was on high alert, but there were still some concerns. After all, the incident happened suddenly and no one knew what kind of storm would brew.
Sai Xiaoyu glanced at the people who came and then said, "These people are all people who love calligraphy. You don't have to panic. Just do what you need to do and go away."
The girls hesitated, and then looked at Fang Yun together.
In their minds, Fang Yun is the owner of this place.
Fang Yun smiled and nodded, saying: "It's almost dark, some people want to go home, let's go now. As for those who live here, go and buy some tables, chairs, fruits and food. I think the front of the Jinguo Academy will be very lively."
Everyone suddenly woke up from their dream. Fang Yun's Yan style calligraphy could actually attract great scholars, so it would definitely attract other famous calligraphers. The plaque could only be placed here, and those people could only come here to see it.
Yang Xunlou said hurriedly: "I will take responsibility for this matter. Sisters, we must not tarnish the reputation of our Women's Society today!"
The girls were extremely excited and realized that today might be an opportunity for the Women's Society to grow stronger.
So, Yang Xunlou began to direct the women of the Women's Society to set up the scene. Those women who were originally going to go home also stayed here, not wanting to miss such a grand event.
Soon, those who were in high positions came down one after another, and many scholars greeted them. Yan Yukong came over and said with a smile: "Why do I always feel that the origin of your Yan style is nonsense?"
"I'm serious." Fang Yun said seriously.
"I'm here to look at the calligraphy. Li Fanming and his gang are coming too. I'm afraid it won't be quiet here tonight." Yan Yukong glanced at the broken door frame and ignored everything else. He quickly walked to the plaque to look at the four characters in Yan style.
There were blue clouds falling from the sky. Soon after, carriages kept approaching from the direction of Kongcheng and Shengyuan, and scholars arrived here one after another.
Many people arrived with fiery eyes, approaching quickly and staring at the plaque intently as if they were snatching a treasure.
The sun sets and night falls, but the front door of Jinguo Academy is still brightly lit, with luminous pearls held in the air by the power of great scholars or great scholars.
The front of the academy was no longer empty. Many tables and chairs were placed there, and after reading the plaque, many people gathered together to eat, drink and discuss enthusiastically.
Kongcheng is the largest city of the human race and also the city with the most scholars. At the beginning, the people who came here were of very high cultural level. But someone spread a rumor that Fang Yun held a calligraphy meeting at Jinguo Academy and created the best regular script in the world. The scholars in the whole Kongcheng could no longer sit still.
The fact that Fang Yun was holding a literary gathering was enough to attract many people. The gimmick of being the best regular script in the world was even more attractive. Add in the four words "Jinguo Academy", and those who didn't want to look at calligraphy all wanted to watch the fun.
Looking from the sky under the cover of night, the road from Kongcheng to Jinguo Academy was covered with densely packed torches, like a long dragon of sparks moving slowly, stretching for dozens of miles, which was quite spectacular.
The plaque was placed on the table, but there were too many people and no one could see it from a good angle.
So, after asking Fang Yun, a great scholar of the Mohist school took action himself, holding the Lu Ban ruler and throwing it lightly. The ruler grew bigger in the wind and finally turned into a hundred-foot-long ruler of light suspended in the sky, emitting a faint white light and forming a trumpet-shaped light shield.
Afterwards, a large amount of wood flew out from the warehouse of Jinguo Academy.
When the wood came into the range of light from Lu Ban's ruler, it deformed rapidly, and a large amount of sawdust fell gently like snowflakes.
The formed wooden components flew to the back of the broken gate and were quickly assembled into a majestic new gate.
"Oops!" said the Grand Secretary of the Mohist School, and he pointed with his finger. The plaque with "Jinguo Academy" inscribed on it flew into the air and finally landed on the main gate of the academy and was nailed firmly there.
People who come here never talk about the Jinguo Academy, they only talk about the four words "Jinguo Academy". Now that the main entrance is completed, everyone has fallen silent.
More and more people came from Kongcheng, and the total number of people in front of the main gate of the academy exceeded ten thousand.
Under the light, tens of thousands of people were silent, and the scene was quite strange.
Sai Xiaoyu coughed lightly and said, "Today, we will only discuss calligraphy and nothing else. If anyone stirs up trouble, they are the enemy of our calligraphy and painting academy!"
"What the great scholar Xiaoyu said is absolutely right. Today we will only discuss calligraphy!" Wang Minghan, the dean of the Calligraphy Academy, spoke afterwards. As a descendant of the semi-sage Wang Xizhi, his words were the final word.
"Yes, yes, Mr. Xiaoyu is right. Today's Women's Literary Gathering will only discuss Yan style, not anything else!"
Some people hiding in the dark frowned immediately, and finally sighed helplessly. Although the Calligraphy Academy and the Painting Academy could not be compared with the Four Saints Pavilion and the various palaces, they still had tremendous power. After all, every scholar had to practice calligraphy and learn painting.
The atmosphere at the scene eased slightly.
Suddenly, Li Fanming's voice came from a newly arrived carriage: "Fang Yun, did you create this Yan style because of Yan Zi, or for Yan Yukong?"
After a moment of calm, there was a burst of laughter.
"You can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth!" Yan Yukong had never been told that before and his face turned red with anger.
"Dirty!" Fang Yun glanced unhappily at Li Fanming who had just got off the car.
Nunu fell to the ground laughing, out of breath.
Yangui laughed so hard that his whole body was shaking. Suddenly he stepped on empty air and fell off the table with a bang.
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.(To be continued.)