Feng Yuanjun thought for a moment and said, "Yuhai City has several Jinshi candidates who register with the Academy of Literature every year. Recently, two old Jinshi candidates who are bedridden are dying and can receive talent injection. Both of them are considering injecting talent and literature into Jingguo. Apart from making their descendants noble, there won't be much benefit, but it can keep the family stable. If there are others who need talent injection, the two families may get a higher reward."
"How much do I need Wang Longjiao?" Fang Yun said.
"One third of a Jiao King's dragon horn is enough to exchange for one talent injection. Basically, no matter what they want, they can use the Jiao King's dragon horn to exchange for it. Leave this matter to me. I will personally go to the two old scholars. Whoever wants less dragon horns will be the one to inject talent. How do you think?"
"Thank you, Lord Feng first."
"You are too polite. There is one more thing. I am afraid that your talent is close to that of a Juren, but the possibility of becoming a Shengqian Juren is very small, because before the implementation of the imperial examination, all Shengqian Juren were selected by Confucius. So before entering the Holy Ruins, you should not spend too much time on talent. You should practice more literary courage in recent days to make your literary courage stronger. The Holy Ruins are full of dangers. People like Ruinous Water and Strange Wind are the most restraining to Wengong Wendan. If you want to survive in the Holy Ruins, literary courage and talent should be given equal importance. You are still a scholar, and it is impossible for your literary courage to reach the first level. Just do your best."
"I know that." In fact, Fang Yun's literary talent was far higher than Feng Yuanjun expected. He had already reached the level of literary talent, comparable to an outstanding juren. However, he had only been a scholar for less than three months, and was still slightly inferior to Yan Yukong, a genius who was personally taught by a semi-saint.
"That's good. I have read your "Legend of the White Snake" in advance. It can be said to be a pioneering novel! It has tens of thousands of words and is written in the language of ordinary people's conversation. It is easy to understand, just like the emerging storytellers. However, your "Legend of the White Snake" is far more straightforward than "The West Chamber" and "The Pillow Book", and I am afraid that some people will criticize it." said Feng Yuanjun.
Fang Yun didn't care. Any new thing in history is bound to be accompanied by controversy. The Four Great Classics were "vernacular novels" in ancient times. Although many people liked them, their status was not high. Later, their status became higher and higher.
Fang Yun has studied it carefully. There are many ways to form talent. At this moment, Shengyuan Continent pays too much attention to the talents of the upper class, but ignores the vast number of ordinary people. Although there are many talents formed by the classics of the saints, people with low literary status no longer touch them after they give up the imperial examinations. However, those poems and novels that are far inferior to the classics of the saints can be loved by these people.
Although the novelist is difficult to get out of the saint, after all, it is one of the hundreds, and it must contribute to the talent of the Shengyuan continent, but it has not been discovered before.
Fang Yun said: "The trend of Shengyuan Continent is obvious. More and more people will be able to read and write. The number of scholars admitted in this year's provincial examination has doubled. Isn't this the best example? When there are enough talents in the future, it will not be difficult for everyone to become a student, and even possible for everyone to become a scholar. At that time, perhaps we can achieve the 'Great Harmony World' that Confucius longed for the most!"
Feng Yuanjun shook his head with wide eyes: "You really dare to think about it, you think you are so easy to get? Unless Wen Qu Xing flys to the moon, everyone gets Wenqu Xingzhao, that everyone may be born. It cannot solve Wen Qu Xing. Everything is delusional.
"I just guess one possible, don't take it seriously."
"Of course I won't take it seriously. The night is deep, and I should leave."
Fang transported to Feng Yuanjun and returned to the room.
Even if it was the Qixi Festival, Fang Yun did not relax.
Talent is in the body, and the reader learns anything related to anything. However, Fang Yun found that he has made great progress in his understanding and talent in the piano.
Two hours later, Fang Yun left the world of strange books and tried to paint, but there was no change compared to before. He then tried calligraphy, but there was also limited progress.
Unfortunately, he couldn't play the piano now, so Fang Yun had to give up. Then he opened "Essentials of the Meaning of the Classics", found a topic of the classics and wrote an essay. He also found an article in "Collection of Essays" and wrote a essay. However, he deliberately imitated the writing of people of that era and never wrote about overly advanced ideas to avoid writing something too exaggerated and alarming the neighbors. He burned it after writing.
Afterwards, Fang Yun studied "The Thirty-Six Strategies of Besieging Wei to Save Zhao" in depth. The more he studied, the more he found that this strategy was too cruel, and that this strategy would be useless if not used, because once used, there would be absolutely no solution.
The next day, after breakfast, Fang Yun sent a letter to General Yu Xingshu of Dinghai, asking for leave to deal with the Zhendanqin. Fang Yun originally wanted to buy a Wenbao Se for Yang Yuhuan, but Yang Yuhuan said that she would buy a good Se after she became proficient in it, and it would be useless to buy one now.
Wen Youxuan delivered the Zhendanqin on time. After Fang Yun verified that it was correct, he paid the silver note, which was all the proceeds from the sales of "The West Chamber" and "The Pillow Book".
In the afternoon, Feng Yuanjun came and saw Fang Yun at the door and said, "Let's talk about it here. I asked those two people, one said that at least half of the dragon horn of the Jiao King should be exchanged, and the other old scholar Cui was strange. He said he wanted to invite you to come and talk to you in person."
"Oh? Mr. Cui didn't say anything else?" Fang Yun asked.
"No. But the half -section of the dragon horn is really a lion's opening. Generally speaking, one third is just right. Hum, that person knows that you have two dragon horns, so you want to have more, so that his family will not lose prematurely. In my opinion, you will see Cui Laojin first and ask the price."
"Well, then go to see Cui Lao Jinshi." Fang Yun said.
The two of them took a carriage to Cui's mansion. The doorman asked them to wait for a moment and then hurried into the mansion.
Two people waited for a while, while looking around while chatting, the boring even the stone lion at the gate of the gate was clear, and they saw that the Cui family came out of the yard and greeted from the yard.
"This..." Fang Yun and Feng Yuanjun looked at each other and hurried inside. They didn't want an old man who was over ninety years old and had made great contributions to the country to come out to greet them.
The two took the initiative to enter Cui's house, and Fang Yun hurriedly said: "Mr. Cui, please don't do this. I can't bear it."
Mr. Cui had sparse hair, wrinkles on his face like tree bark, and age spots all over his exposed skin. He spoke slowly with some effort: "Greetings, Mr. Fang. Please forgive me for not being able to come and meet you."
Cui Laojin's voice is very small and the speed of speech is very slow, but each word is clear.
"The old man is polite, and immediately send the old man back to the house!" Fang Yun immediately said.
Feng Yuanjun pretended to be unhappy: "What are you doing?"
The Cui family had to return Cui Lao Jinshi back to the bedroom, and then the irrelevant people waited outside the door. Only the seven or eight male and Fang Yun and Feng Yuanjun of the Cui family stayed in front of the bed.
Cui Laojin was lying on the hospital bed and looked at Fang Yun calmly. His eyes were turbid, but his eyes were more powerful than ordinary people.
"Cui Lao Jinshi, I do n’t know what happened to me." Fang Yun made a festival. On the road, he learned about Cui Lao's man from Feng Yuanjun.
The corners of Mr. Cui's mouth twitched slightly, and his cloudy eyes seemed to become clear. He spoke slowly, almost word by word: "We, the Cui family, have passed down poetry and books, educated our children with benevolence and courtesy, and performed loyal and righteous deeds. Although we are not a family of wealth and luxury, we also have a good reputation in Yuhai City. I have spent half my life in the military and the other half in the court. I have seen a lot, heard a lot, and thought a lot. My eyes are blurry, but my mind is not confused." As he spoke, he glanced at his children and grandchildren.
Fang Yun listened carefully.
Cui Lao Jinshi continued: "Dragon horn is like gold and silver, all things outside the body, even the official jue is the same.
"What do the old gentleman want?" Fang Yun asked.
"My grandson Cui Mu has been extremely intelligent since he was young, and his character is fine, but he lacks a mentor. I am willing to use my talents to exchange for Cui Mu to become your disciple. I wonder if Mr. Fang is willing?"
Fang Yun and Feng Yuanjun froze for a moment, and looked at each other again, seeing the emotion from the eyes of the other party.
Feng Yuanjun thought: Both of them are dying old scholars who have entered a treasure trove, but one only has eyes for those flashy gold, silver and jewels, while this old scholar Cui sees the real treasure.
Fang Yun stared at Cui Lao Jinshi's eyes and said, "Mr. Xie can afford it. Although I have accidentally accepted a lot of students, it is okay to collect one more, but I can receive Wenbao because of the students, and I will never receive students because of Wenbao. My students can not trade."
Cui Laojin sighed softly and said slowly: "It is worthy of the first show of the half -nation who is a half -nation. They all say that meeting is not as famous as they meet, and they are more famous at first sight. Instead, it is better to give me the unknown officials who have poured my talent to the unknown official. You give Cui Mu a chance to test him.
Fang Yun was even more emotional, saying: "The Cui family really relieves the son of benevolence and faithful things. Of course, Cui Laoyan has the opportunity to be my disciple. Only for Mr. Cui Lao's style, I will also give Cui Mu an opportunity. As for whether Mr. Cui is willing to help me inject talent, it doesn't matter if there is any good, it doesn't matter."
The old and the young smiled at each other and appreciated each other.
Feng Yuanjun said: "Since the two of you have reached an agreement, Fang Yun will test Cui Mu first. Regardless of whether he accepts Cui Mu as a disciple or not, Mr. Cui will help Fang Yun inject talent into his Zhendanqin. Is that right?"
Cui Laojin said: "Of course!" This time his two words were very coherent, and his voice was so bright that he was not like an old man.
Fang Yundao: "Ten years of trees, a hundred -year -old tree. If you get a disciple, win a text treasure. Cui Mu is there?"
Speaking, Fang Yun glanced at the crowd of the Cui family, and finally looked at the child about ten years old.
The child took a step forward and said, "Cui Mu has seen Fang Maocai." After speaking, he looked up and looked up with a translucent glass window in his eyes. At a young age, he was very heroic and his surface was very calm, but his tight lips exposed his tension.
"What do you think about Cui Lao?" (Undead to be continued ...)