"Tomorrow at noon, go to the number one room in Deyue Tower. Just say you are Fang Yun and no one will dare to stop you from entering. I'm leaving first." Zhang Poyue patted Fang Yun's shoulder and turned to leave.
The dust settled after the literary battle, and everyone went home one after another.
The carriage stopped and Fang Yun got off. He heard the sound of a piano coming from home. The sound was slow and the tone was stagnant. It was obvious that a novice was practicing the piano.
Fang Yun walked in and found that the sound of the piano came from Yang Yuhuan's room. He walked over quietly and opened the door quietly.
Under the dim oil lamp, Yang Yuhuan was playing the piano seriously. She was wearing a white floral dress, looking elegant and pretty, with long black hair draped behind her. She looked at the piano seriously and plucking the strings slowly. Although she was clumsy, she had a different kind of beauty.
After a long while, Yang Yuhuan realized that there was another person in the room. She looked up, her face flushed, and she stood up in panic, twisting her hands together and said, "I... I didn't hear you come back."
Fang Yun didn't expect Yang Yuhuan to be so shy, so he asked with a smile, "How many days have you studied?"
"Mrs. Lai just taught me yesterday, and she was the one who lent me this zither." Yang Yuhuan was still a little shy.
Fang Yun asked in surprise: "You can play so well after just one day of learning?"
Yang Yuhuan was both happy and shy, and whispered, "I didn't play well at all, but Mrs. Lai said I was very talented. I was upset today, so I started playing and forgot the time."
"Since you like the piano, let's go buy a better one together in a few days. I like the way you play the piano. When you have practiced well, play it for me." Fang Yun said.
Yang Yuhuan originally did not want to let Fang Yun know, as she always felt that she was a child bride of low status and had even just learned to read. She was afraid of being laughed at if she learned such elegant things. But she did not expect that Fang Yun, the great talent from Jiangzhou, not only liked her, but also supported her very much. This made her heart surge with warmth and filled with gratitude.
"Well. Then I will learn to play the yaoqin well and play it only for you!" Yang Yuhuan said softly, looking at Fang Yun with a different kind of emotion in her eyes.
"Do you like playing the piano?" Fang Yun seemed to be asking a nonsense question.
Yang Yuhuan was stunned for a moment, then nodded seriously and said, "I like it very much. I... I think... if I can practice the piano well, I can... I can match you a little bit. Just a little bit will be enough."
Yang Yuhuan's voice was trembling, but her eyes were extremely firm.
Fang Yun's eyes became extremely gentle, and he said: "The qin in the art of music is the yaoqin you play. Anyone who studies should be able to play it. I may not have the time to delve into it, but since you like it, you should practice well. If you can reach a very high level, it may be of great benefit."
Just like calligraphy, chess, music and painting all have their own realms.
"Well, I will try my best!" Yang Yuhuan's eyes became brighter in the night.
"I will take part in the state examination this year, and then prepare for the Jinshi examination. Regardless of whether I can pass the Jinshi examination or not, I will marry you in two years at the latest. If you have time, you can send someone to inquire about your family. When you and I get married, we will need your relatives."
"Well, I'll do whatever you say." Yang Yuhuan lowered her head shyly. Her heart felt as sweet as honey. She had noticed Fang Yun's changes over the past few days, and was afraid that he would alienate her. Unexpectedly, Fang Yun treated her better than before, and was especially considerate.
Fang Yun understood how miserable the women of this era were. Since Yang Yuhuan liked the zither, he let her concentrate on learning it. Having hobbies would give her spiritual sustenance. She would not be worn down by trivial matters at home.
"From now on, you can play the piano whenever you want. Don't bother me. I won't be disturbed by the sound of the piano."
Yang Yuhuan said, "I won't play when you're at home. I'll go to Mrs. Lai's place to play. General Lai is rarely at home during the day, so it's very convenient to be with Mrs. Lai, and it won't affect you."
"That's fine. The more expensive the zither is, the better. You don't have to save money, just buy a good one, okay?"
"Yes." Yang Yuhuan was extremely happy. She just nodded and agreed no matter what Fang Yun said.
"I'm going back to my room to study. Don't sleep too late."
"Yes." Yang Yuhuan nodded again in agreement.
Fang Yun smiled and said, "Sister Yuhuan, you play the piano beautifully. I like it very much." Then he turned and left.
Yang Yuhuan's face flushed, and she looked at Fang Yun secretly, her little heart beating faster.
"Xiao Yun is becoming more and more smooth-talking." Yang Yuhuan said softly, but she was very happy in her heart.
Seeing Fang Yun's figure disappear, Yang Yuhuan couldn't help but walk a few steps to the door. Seeing Fang Yun's back again, she felt particularly peaceful in her heart. When she saw Fang Yun enter the house, a faint smile appeared on her face.
Yang Yuhuan looked at Fang Yun's room quietly, with a smile on her face that lasted for a long time. As long as Fang Yun was at home, she felt her heart was full and she lacked nothing.
"I will practice the piano well." She said softly, and went back to the house. Under the oil lamp, she looked at the music score quietly. It was very strenuous, but she also enjoyed it.
After Fang Yun returned to the room, he practiced a few pages of calligraphy, then recited the "Mencius" which he had already memorized by heart. Then he stood in front of the table, spread out the paper, and thought in his heart.
"That day I tried to write the 'Song of Righteousness', but unfortunately I only wrote three and a half words, and couldn't even finish the first five words of 'Heaven and Earth Have Righteousness'. 'Mencius' describes the fundamental nature of the great righteousness, while 'Song of Righteousness' describes the power of righteousness in detail. Therefore, even if I only wrote three and a half words, it could form a vortex of literary courage, thus giving me literary courage when I was a scholar."
"I must now learn Wen Tianxiang's 'Song of Righteousness'. If I can integrate 'Mencius' and 'Song of Righteousness' into one, then I will most likely be able to obtain the purest and highest level of righteousness, and thus cultivate the holy way of 'righteousness' to the extreme. With Mencius and Wen Tianxiang as my two teachers, I can continue on the holy way of righteousness more smoothly than others."
“So no matter what, I must write it out in full. However, there are a few people in the Song of Righteousness who did not appear in Shengyuan Continent, so I have to make some changes later. Now, I should continue to use the Song of Righteousness to strengthen myself, but I don’t know how many words I can write now.”
After Fang Yun finished thinking, he took a deep breath, picked up the pen, and slowly wrote on the paper.
sky.
Fang Yun’s talent was rapidly flowing into this word, but the word “天” stopped after absorbing enough talent, and Fang Yun continued to write.
"Heaven and earth have righteousness..."
After writing the word "qi", all his energy was exhausted and Fang Yun felt mentally exhausted, so he stopped writing and looked at the five ordinary black regular script characters on the paper.
"Weren't there golden words last time?" Fang Yun was thinking when a light gold color appeared on the surface of the five black words, and then the words and the paper disappeared at the same time.
Fang Yun entered the world of strange books as soon as possible and saw three things floating in the void.
A drop of dragon-shaped blood of the demon saint, a fragment of "Peach Blossom Spring", and the third item was the page of "Song of Righteousness", but it only had five words on it.
The little dragon formed from the drop of Demon Saint's blood used to be extremely arrogant and had been struggling constantly, but now its eyes were dull, as if it had lost its spirituality.
Fang Yun took a closer look at the drop of blood. The demon saint's thoughts inside had disappeared, but it still exuded a terrifying aura. When Fang Yun had enough strength, he could use this drop of demon saint's blood.
"Legend has it that poetry and prose can be 'sanctified', and the blood of both human saints and demon saints can sanctify poetry and prose. When I have enough power to control this drop of blood, I can sanctify poetry and prose at the right time, and fully unleash the most terrifying power of war poetry. Compared with the sanctified war poetry, the war poetry we use now can only be said to be a minor one."
"Alas, An Chengcai, thank you for giving me the filthy writings of the great scholar. Don't worry, although I cannot hand them over to the Holy Academy, I will never bury the Demon Saint Blood and the fragments of the true writings. I want them to play a greater role in my hands! Now that I have the best writings, I will write as fast as I can. I will write eight sentences in one breath and finish The Legend of the White Snake as soon as possible. I will donate the money from the sale of the books to Lujia Town as a thank you for An Chengcai's gift of the Demon Saint Blood and the fragments of The Peach Blossom Spring."
Fang Yun remembered that the fragment of "Peach Blossom Spring" could help to train the literary courage of the Wen Palace. With an idea in his mind, he recited "Peach Blossom Spring" silently.
"During the Taiyuan Period of the Jin Dynasty, people in Wuling made a living by fishing..."
Recite the entire "Peach Blossom Spring". The fragment of "Peach Blossom Spring" in the strange book world disappeared and appeared in Fang Yun's Wen Palace.
Fang Yun immediately sent his spiritual thoughts into the Wen Palace, and saw that the "Peach Blossom Spring", which was only one page, was extremely huge, floating above the Wen Palace, only a circle smaller than the Wen Palace. The size of Fang Yun's Wen Palace was equivalent to a small village, which showed how magical the "Peach Blossom Spring" was.
Fang Yun’s spiritual consciousness stood in the Wen Palace, looking up at the huge true text of the great Confucian scholar.
"During the Taiyuan period of the Jin Dynasty, a man from Wuling made a living by fishing. He walked along the stream, forgetting how far he had gone. Suddenly he came across a forest of peach blossoms..."
The great scholar's true words automatically made sounds, with the power of lingering sound. The voice was mellow and gentle, making people feel like they were bathed in spring breeze. Fang Yun felt intoxicated.
When the great scholar Zhenwen recited "Suddenly I came across a peach blossom forest", peach blossoms fell from the sky, the petals fell in all directions, the fragrance was overwhelming, it was like a dream.
In this sky full of peach blossoms, Fang Yun seemed to be traveling in the sky, free and easy, as if he had come to the Peach Blossom Spring like the man from Wuling.
Peach blossoms flew one after another, flying into the literary courage, literary mind and talent, and the rest flew into the stone walls of the Wen Palace.
Fang Yun was immersed in this strange artistic conception. He put aside all worldly worries and burdens and enjoyed the beauty of this paradise.
At this moment, Fang Yun deeply felt for the first time the beauty of words and the ability of great scholars. The indescribable feeling of joy filled his whole body, as if his body was continuously receiving the baptism of talent.
The artistic conception of "Peach Blossom Spring" is so beautiful that Fang Yun regained consciousness only after the great scholar Zhenwen left the Wen Palace for a while.
"The fragments of Peach Blossom Spring are so beautiful, what about the complete Peach Blossom Spring? What about the complete Peach Blossom Spring Poem and Preface? What about Tao Sheng's sacred literary treasure 'Utopia'?"
Fang Yun then carefully appreciated the beauty of the words and artistic conception in "Peach Blossom Spring", and then carefully observed his own literary palace.
"Huh?" Fang Yun looked up and saw the word "Courage" suddenly flashed in the writing document that was as crystal clear as a water drop, but it quickly disappeared.
"Benevolence, justice, courtesy, wisdom, faith, loyalty, and courage are the seven holy ways, each with different powers. For example, the specific manifestation of 'righteousness' is the noble spirit, while the specific manifestation of 'courage' is the power to kill the enemy. Therefore, military strategists of all generations have chosen 'courage' after 'wisdom'. Those powerful military strategists have powerful destructive power even when they are candidates for the imperial examination, but the prerequisite is that they have 'military books' and have touched the holy way of courage." (To be continued...)
ps: I’m a bit busy today, the next chapter will be updated before 0 o’clock.