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Mr. Xiao hurriedly asked: "Can you speak more clearly?"
Fang Yun had no choice but to pick up his pen and, using Lu Yu's painting as an example, he used a very unfamiliar brushstroke to draw the three sides of light and dark gray and the projection, and gave a detailed explanation.
Lu Yu and the other four couldn't understand it, but Mr. Xiao stared at it intently. At first his eyes were shining, and then he fell into deep thought. His expression kept changing, but his gaze became dimmer and dimmer. Finally, Mr. Xiao's eyes were blank, and he stared at the painting in a daze.
Fang Yun was puzzled, thinking that maybe this painting theory was not applicable to Shengyuan Continent? Impossible.
The other five scholar classmates also looked at Mr. Xiao curiously, wondering why he was in a daze.
Mr. Xiao was stunned for a quarter of an hour, and suddenly his face showed ecstasy, and he shouted: "I have attained the Tao! I will enter the second level of Danqing today!"
After saying that, he turned around and ran to the desk, picking up his pen to start painting.
Fang Yun and the other five scholars looked at each other, stood up and walked over to watch Mr. Xiao painting not far from the podium.
The six people watched Mr. Xiao paint in silence.
He first painted the sun, the river and the reeds, and finally began to paint a kingfisher.
At first, there was nothing strange, but everyone soon realized that Mr. Xiao's talent was slowly flowing into the painting. A faint white light appeared on the whole painting. Then everyone saw the water flowing and heard the sound of the wind, and the reeds that had been painted were actually swaying in the wind.
"Sure enough, he has entered the second level of Danqing!" Lu Yu said in a low voice.
Li Yuncong immediately glared at him and stopped him from speaking.
The moment Mr. Xiao finished his painting, everyone heard a clear bird song, and saw a translucent kingfisher flying out of the painting, flapping its wings and chirping in the air, and finally landed on Mr. Xiao's shoulder and combed its feathers with its sharp beak.
But the kingfisher in the painting is gone.
Mr. Xiao, a serious middle-aged man, grinned and looked at the kingfisher carefully, fearing that it would fly away.
The silhouette of the kingfisher became fainter and fainter, and soon it exploded with a slight sound, then turned into ink and fell on the reeds, transforming back into a kingfisher. The originally flowing water stopped, the sound of the wind disappeared, and the precious light in the painting also disappeared.
Mr. Xiao laughed out loud, rolled up the painting and put it in his arms, then looked at Fang Yun and said, "As expected of a Saint-Previous Student, you are indeed a rare talent in a century! If you study painting with concentration, you will definitely be able to join the Saint Academy Painting Society and surpass the 'Painter', one of the four great talents!"
"Thank you for the compliment, sir." Fang Yun said.
"Don't be modest. I will go back and write an article about 'The Three Faces of Light, Dark and Gray' today, and then present it to Lord Yuanjun. This article will definitely be included in the 'Sacred Way'! And more people from my ten countries will definitely enter the second level of Danqing. I will list you as the first signatory on that article, and I will be the second. As for the holy pages or other rewards from the 'Sacred Way', they all belong to you!"
Fang Yun said: "Sir, please don't do this. I just expressed my thoughts and cannot be the first to sign."
"Don't refuse! I'm also benefiting from your help! This article will probably take a day to finish. When you go to the library in three days, I'll give you a battle painting. I'm a scholar, and I should be able to paint a demon soldier after entering the second realm. Unfortunately, I've just entered the second realm of Danqing, and my brushwork is not stable, so I can only give you a painting of demons first. When I consolidate the second realm, I'll give you a painting of demon soldiers! See you in three days!"
Mr. Xiao left quickly.
Fang Yun sighed softly. He never thought that just by saying a few words he could have a new article published in "Holy Way", and he would be the first signatory.
Lu Yu suddenly covered his face and said, "I want to die."
"I want to die too!" Ning Zhiyuan said with a sad face.
Li Yuncong praised: "Fang Yun, only after meeting you did I know what a versatile talent is! You wrote poetry and parallel prose, and after writing parallel prose, you can also create your own painting methods, and all of them are included in the "Sacred Way". If you don't canonize it, you must be blind."
"Please don't defile me!" Fang Yun said half-jokingly.
Du Shudai said seriously: "Fang Yun must be no worse than Yi Zhishi. When Yi Zhishi became a university scholar, he was able to trigger the movement of the literary star. Fang Yun can definitely do the same!"
"Yes, I can! Maybe when I become a Hanlin, I can trigger the movement of the literary star and become the best in the world!"
"When Yi Zhishi became a university scholar, the literary star moved. If Fang Yun became a Hanlin, maybe he could move twice."
"Most likely."
Fang Yun hurriedly said: "I have no grudges against you all, please stop praising me too much."
Lu Yu smiled and said, "You have another article published in The Holy Way. Do you want to show your appreciation? Invite us to Wangjiang Tower. The boneless fish from the Yangtze River there is the most delicious. I have never eaten it before."
Fang Yun had also heard of the boneless fish and was in a good mood today, so he said, "Let's go, now!"
"Fang Yun is a true gentleman!" Ning Zhiyuan shouted.
The six of them went to Wangjiang Tower and had a big meal before returning home. They didn't drink any alcohol today, but just ate and chatted, and mentioned the killing of monsters a few days ago.
Fang Yun didn't let Fang Daniu follow him, he only took Tan Yu with him and walked all the way home.
It was already past six in the evening, the sun was setting, and the colorful clouds in the sky were glowing faintly.
When they arrived at Minghui Street, their own mansion was in front of them. Fang Yun discovered that many people were looking towards his door. There were two horse-drawn carriages parked in front of his house, with several people who looked like servants surrounding the carriages. An old man in gorgeous clothes was standing at the foot of the main entrance steps. There was a door panel beside the old man, and a person was lying on the door panel.
The man was lying on his back on the door panel, with blood all around his buttocks, as if he had been hit with a stick and his injuries were very serious.
The man was not facing Fang Yun, so Fang Yun couldn't see clearly, but he vaguely guessed a possibility.
Fang Yun walked forward and the neighbors around him greeted him one after another, and they were especially enthusiastic towards him.
Fang Yun walked to the door. The old man looked at him with a puzzled look, and the man lying on the door panel groaning turned his head and saw that it was Zhuang Wei.
Zhuang Wei's face was already pale from excessive blood loss, and now it looked even more pale, with fear flashing in his eyes. He whispered, "Father, he is Fang Yun."
Zhuang's father immediately lifted up his robe and was about to kneel down to Fang Yun. Fang Yun quickly stretched out his hand to stop him, staring at the old man and sternly said: "If you dare to kneel down, I will think you are here to harm my reputation!"
Fang Yun felt a little annoyed. In such a Confucian society, forcing an old man to kneel down before a young man was an extremely bad reputation.
Zhuang's father stood up and explained: "Please don't misunderstand me! I have no intention of harming you! I just brought this unfilial son to apologize to you! I have had him beaten with forty sticks and not even given him medicine! I am leaving him with you now, and you can punish him as you wish. But I beg you to be magnanimous and spare his life. I beg you, this is my only son."
The people around were astonished. They all knew Fang Yun's reputation as a writer and that he had great potential for the future. But forcing a juren to a "lowly life" was too much. It would take at least a prefect to do that.
Fang Yun took a close look at Zhuang Wei's buttocks. His pants were torn and covered in blood, and there was even some flesh. If it were an ordinary person, he might have been beaten to death. However, Zhuang Wei was a juren, so he would not die. However, he would have to recuperate for at least half a month before he could get out of bed.
Fang Yun knew that the banker was afraid of Li Wenying and was worried that he would be harmed by Jiangzhou officials, so he came to him as the source to resolve the problem.
Fang Yun smiled and said, "Uncle, you are too polite. Zhuang Wei was kind enough to help me revise the poem, but unfortunately I made a mistake. It's no big deal. Apply medicine to Zhuang Wei and send him back immediately. Don't let the wound fester. Even a scholar can't stand such torture. I'll go in first, and you can go back."
When Zhuang's father saw that he was about to be killed, he quickly grabbed Fang Yun's sleeve and begged, "Master Fang, please spare our Zhuang Wei. I have decided to make him quit his post as a student at the academy and study hard at home for five years. He is not allowed to take the imperial examination within five years. He has also sworn a poisonous oath. If he breaks it, his literary courage will be shattered!"
"Oh?" Fang Yun glanced at Zhuang Wei. He didn't expect that he would dare to swear on his literary talent and not take the imperial examination within five years. This would have a huge impact on the future of a juren, although Zhuang Wei's chances of passing the imperial examination were not very high.
"Whether you want land or a shop, our Zhuang family will compensate you. We only ask you to let Zhuang Wei live." Zhuang's father begged bitterly.
Fang Yun said, "Uncle, you misunderstood. This matter really has nothing to do with me. He humiliated me for the Liu family, and I still don't blame him. If you want to blame someone, blame the Liu family."
As soon as Zhuang's father heard it, he understood it and cursed, "Rebellious son! What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and swear on your literary courage that you will never help the Liu family again! Do you want me to send your son off before him? How old is the Zuo Xiang, and how old is Fang Yun? Even I, an old student, know that Fang Yun will go further than the Zuo Xiang in the future, how can you not see that!"
Zhuang Wei wanted to say that it would be at least several decades later, as so many geniuses had died in the middle of their careers. But he dared not say it. He thought for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "Wenquxing, all the saints, I, Zhuang Wei, swear on my literary courage that I will never take the initiative to help the Liu family in this lifetime! If I disobey, my literary courage will collapse and my literary palace will be shattered!"
Neighbors not far away heard the oath and started talking about it.
"If this matter gets out, the reputation of the Liu family will be ruined. Anyone who wants to get close to the Liu family in the future will have to think carefully."
"All the relatives of the Liu family have left. I'm afraid the Liu family will be furious."
"If the Left Prime Minister knew about this, I'm afraid he wouldn't be happy about it. A scholar betraying the Liu family is not a big deal, but it's not a small one either."
"This Fang Yun, although young, has very powerful means."
Fang Yun naturally understood what "not actively helping" meant, but he didn't care. He bowed to Zhuang's father and said, "Uncle, please go back. I will take the initiative to explain this matter to Lord Yuanjun. I believe that Lord Yuanjun knows that this is a misunderstanding and will not vent his anger on Brother Zhuang. Brother Zhuang, you must take good care of your injuries and don't do stupid things again. I won't be able to save you next time."
"Thank you Fang Shuangjia! Thank you for the plan!" Zhuang's father thanked him repeatedly, then carried Zhuang Wei into the car and left.
Fang Yun then walked in, while Yang Yuhuan and Nunu were standing behind the door.
After entering the house, Fang Yun told Yang Yuhuan the whole story, and then went back to the house and rewrote Li Wenying's poem "Early Plum Blossom", but changed the "several branches bloomed last night" to "one branch bloomed last night". The use of "one" rather than "several" can better reflect "early", and Fang Yun believed that this one word alone could make "Early Plum Blossom" reach his palace.
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