Under the chaos, those who were at a lower level in the art of painting than Fang Yun all had some enlightenment, and all those who were at a higher level in the art of painting than Fang Yun understood more, but also understood more.
Those who are at the first level are immersed in their fantastic gains, but those who are at the second or even third level of painting are not satisfied with the fantastic knowledge of painting. Everyone has his own doubts.
At this time, the amount of paper delivered to the destination is reduced, but the weight of each piece of paper is ten or even a hundred times that of before.
When Fang Yun finished his third lecture, the flowers in the sky disappeared.
The masters of painting stared at Fang Yun with shining eyes.
Without waiting for Fang Yun to speak, the Grand Secretary waved his hand and handed the page with the question to Fang Yun.
An old Hanlin said, "Fang Wenhou, your brushstroke technique is extraordinary, and it seems to be the first of its kind in landscape painting. After seeing your brushstroke technique, the previous freehand mountain and rock painting techniques are not worth mentioning. Can you have more questions and answers for this third lecture?"
"Please, Mr. Fang, let these old immortals die with a clear conscience." The words of an old scholar triggered a good-natured chuckle.
Fang Yun smiled and said, "Since you old gentlemen have honored me with your presence, I will venture to say more. If there is anything inappropriate, I hope you will correct me."
Afterwards, Fang Yun quickly looked through the papers that were passed to him, sorted them into categories, and started answering the questions with the highest repetition rate.
In terms of painting skills, Fang Yun can hardly catch up with these second-level or even third-level masters, but in terms of theoretical knowledge of brushstrokes, all the masters of the human race combined are still not as good as him.
The lecture, which was supposed to end at noon, was still going on.
Many people outside Yuexiyuan were starving, but they were still very interested in listening to Fang Yun's lectures.
As the afternoon passed, at the hour of Wei, Fang Yun finally finished explaining the axe-chopping texture of brushstrokes. However, Fang Yun still had reservations about many other brushstrokes, which he would slowly introduce later.
After finishing his talk on the Axe Crack, Fang Yun placed his hands on the table again and glanced at everyone in the staircase meeting place.
"I am very lucky to be able to give lectures at Yuexi Academy as a juren. Today, I am more of a catalyst than a lecture. I have gained a lot. Thank you again."
After Fang Yun finished speaking, he bowed.
No one dared to accept the greeting and as it was the end, they all stood up and bowed to Fang Yun in return.
Fang Yun stood up and said, "I didn't lie during this lecture, but I was lying to you about the third possibility when I started the lecture!"
Fang Yun said this with a slight smile, walked down from the podium, and walked along the middle stairs towards the main entrance.
Those university scholars and Hanlin scholars recalled what Fang Yun said in a flash, and either nodded or shook their heads with a smile.
The others hurriedly recalled what Fang Yun had said and started talking about it.
"interesting."
"Just this ending is better than other people's lectures."
"Fang Yun's words are suitable for young people to hear. For us old people, it doesn't matter."
"At that time, I had some reservations about the third possibility. I didn't expect Fang Yun to deny it in the end. This is far better than directly stating the truth."
"That's right. Fang Yun denied the third possibility, although it was a bit utilitarian. But it is a reflection of reality, which is better than deceiving oneself."
"Different is different. Only by recognizing the strengths of others can we make up for our own shortcomings. I agree with Fang Yun!"
“People are not high or low, but their hearts are strong or weak.”
The gate of Yuexiyuan was wide open. Fang Yun walked to the door. The people on the stairs did not move and continued to watch Fang Yun leave.
As Fang Yun stepped out of the main gate, he saw tens of thousands of people outside bowing and saluting in unison, and a tsunami of thanks was heard.
"Thank you, Master Fang!"
Everyone stood up, with joy on their faces, especially those who wanted to make progress in the three arts of music, calligraphy and painting. They already regarded Fang Yun as a semi-mentor or even their only mentor.
The ordinary students and scholars were simply expressing their gratitude, but the most outstanding students and scholars had the most intense gratitude on their faces, because they knew that this gift was extremely important to them. Originally, they could at most become Hanlin scholars, but with this gift, they had a slighter chance of becoming grand secretaries.
It is not their turn to give eloquent lectures by semi-saints.
Fang Yun smiled and said, "Thank you all." Then he walked towards the carriage.
Tens of thousands of people bowed their heads slightly and respectfully saw Fang Yun off.
Even the men of the Left Prime Minister or King Kang did not dare to hold their heads high.
The sky was falling and just pressed down their heads.
After Fang Yun left Yuexiyuan, everyone in Yuexiyuan started to move, but they did not all go out, but gathered into three circles.
There were three groups of people who were proficient in the art of playing the zither, calligraphy and painting, and they each discussed what Fang Yun had said together.
Many Jinshi turned around and squatted on the stairs to write down the contents of Fang Yun's lectures. When they encountered content that they could not remember clearly, they asked the people next to them.
Those scholars were neither capable of participating in the discussions among the experts nor had good memory to write down the contents of the lectures, so they simply left and waited until tomorrow when they could receive a copy of today's lecture notes as students of the academy.
Fang Yun was sitting in the car, and before he returned to the academy, letters came in one after another.
"You made all those fake flowers on the ceiling? Tell me the truth, did you ask someone to help you make them? I don't believe it! I won't believe it even if I die! We are both juren, so how come I am so much worse than you! I entered the Holy Ruins and passed the Comet Corridor some time ago, and it took me much longer than you to become a juren. I wanted to pass all the juren exams in the Lingyan Pavilion in one go, but you, on the other hand, got full chips in all seven pavilions the first time you entered the Lingyan Pavilion, you're not going to let anyone survive! It's always like this, when will I be able to surpass you? Tell me yourself, are you bullying me?" Zong Wude sent a jealous letter in Qing Kingdom.
"Let me tell you in advance that your ranking on the Grand Scholar Hunting List will definitely rise to eighth tomorrow. Fang Yun, this is the Monster Hunting List, it's not a staircase where you move up one step a day!" Zeng Yuan said.
"I heard that there was something fancy, so today's court meeting has to be interrupted and will be discussed tomorrow. As soon as the court meeting ended, the officials in the court ran to the academy. Dozens of officials said that they would all ask for sick leave when you give lectures in the future. If you are given a lecture hall, you can talk nonsense. If you are given a stick, you can poke a hole in the sky! You don't have to go back. I'm running to Yuexiyuan. We are not like the Minister of Literature who dares to fly in the capital, let alone use the galloping war poems." Sai, the Minister of Rites, delivered the letter.
"Remember to inform me next time so you won't be late."
When Fang Yun saw the letter from Minister Wen, he hurriedly leaned out of the car window to look out, and saw a man in purple clothes passing through the sky on white clouds.
"Congratulations on getting the full score in the seven pavilions and being the first in Lingyan! I love mountains and rivers, and I hope that Brother Fang will give me some advice when we meet next time. This time I surpassed Yi Zhishi when he was a juren, and I should have been ninth, but you pushed me to tenth. Well, I finally understand why Zong Wude often accuses you of bullying people." Yan Yukong sent a letter.
Before the carriage reached Shangshe District, Qiao Juze sent a letter.
"Why are you leaving so quickly? All the students of Shangshe are gathering today, so you should come along too. Ji Zhibai has left Shangshe, and the new Shangshe disciple has been chosen. He is not someone from King Kang or the Left Prime Minister, but Cui Wang from the Cui family. He has been highly regarded in recent years. I'm afraid he will enter the Holy Academy with me after the new year, but he is too young. The place has been decided to be Lingyun Tower, so don't go too late."
When Fang Yun heard this, he knew that the ten people from Shangshe were preparing for the upcoming Ten Nations Competition. He happily asked the driver to change the route and go to Lingyun Tower, and reminisced about the ten people from Shangshe on the way.
Fang Yun had a clear memory of the other eight upper-level Jinshi, but he was not familiar with the new upper-level Jinshi Cui Wang. He only remembered this person after thinking carefully.
Cui Wang was born in a branch of the Cui family, a semi-saint family. He passed the imperial examination and became a scholar at the age of sixteen, which was only considered good for a semi-saint family. However, he passed the imperial examination and became a Jinshi both in the previous year and was immediately valued by the Cui family.
However, Cui Wang is only nineteen years old this year. In order to protect him, the Cui family allowed him to study in the academy with peace of mind and will let him enter the Holy Academy next year where the competition is more intense.
The Cui family is different from the other four semi-saint families in Jing State. The Cui family is the founding semi-saint family of Jing State. It is because of the existence of Saint Cui that Jing State was established, so the Cui family has a very high status in Jing State.
Fang Yun arrived at Lingyun Tower first, but Room No. 1 had been booked, so he could only go to Room No. 2 that Qiao Juze had booked later.
Just after he sat down for a while, the owner of Lingyun Tower came over personally holding a bottle of Lingyun aged wine, congratulated Fang Yun, and then left.
Since Fang Yun and his group had not arrived yet, he ate peanuts and drank tea while looking outside the window.
The capital is different from Jiangzhou, there are some contradictions in the capital.
Those who speak with Beijing accents are a bit leisurely, always wearing a kind smile on their faces, and behind the smile is the unique pride of Beijingers. People with foreign accents are not so leisurely, coming and going in a hurry, working hard to gain a place in Beijing.
The capital city tolerates the strong and excludes the weak, and the same is true in other places.
Fang Yun looked for a while, then looked away and looked around the room again. He found that no one had arrived yet, so he entered the Wen Palace.
The three talents have already reached ten inches high, reaching the peak of the juren.
It was only nine and a half inches last night.
Fang Yun had never expected that the lectures he had given could actually increase his talent so much. The closer the talent is, the slower it grows.
Then, Fang Yun took a look at the Wen Palace relief.
Since the movement of Wenquxing, the reliefs on the walls of Wen Palace have been destroyed by invisible forces and are still blurred, without any trace of murals or reliefs. Fang Yun was puzzled. Even the memories passed down by the ancient demons could not explain this phenomenon, and there was no such thing in the ancient books given by the Queen Mother.
However, Fang Yun felt that his Wen Palace relief was very unusual, and perhaps there were related records in Confucius' family.
Finally, Fang Yun took a look at the Wenxin lights on the relief.
He writes furiously, is extremely talented, says one thing and means another, and has a new literary mind as the first son of the Lingyan Pavilion.
Multitasking.
However, unlike the first three complete literary minds, the light of this literary mind is extremely dim and small, and may go out at any time.
Fang Yun had carefully observed after leaving Lingyan Pavilion yesterday that this incomplete literary mind would dissipate soon, and the number of times it could be used was limited, and its specific effect was weaker than that of a complete one. However, many scholars still flocked to it because a complete literary mind is so rare.
"This literary mind is very important. It cannot be used carelessly, but it cannot be unused either, otherwise it will be wasted. To some extent, multitasking is better than being extremely talented, and it is more difficult to obtain than being extremely talented. I hope that this incomplete literary mind can be completed, or that the multitasking can be completed." (To be continued..)