After Fang Yun finished revising "Early Plum", he continued to practice calligraphy.
Zhou Zhubu had asked him to finish writing "Fox Couplets" later, but Fang Yun occasionally wrote a paragraph when practicing calligraphy. After finishing the last paragraph today, Fang Yun took a piece of white paper to cover it and solemnly wrote "Fox Couplets".
Nunu happily jumped on it, rolled around on it, and cried softly, not caring at all about the ink stains on her body. All the ink would fall off naturally after touching her.
At the same time, Fang Yun felt some unusual movement in the Wen Palace and immediately entered the Wen Palace.
Fang Yun was shocked to find that because of the success of the "Fox Rhyme" and the continuous accumulation of these days, his talent had actually grown to ten inches! Once he broke through, he would be a scholar.
Fang Yun immediately looked up at the starry sky of Wen Palace. The vortex of Wen Dan was still there, and he saw a new star in the sky that was comparable to "Praise of the Humble House".
"Although "Fox Rhymes" is good, it can never be compared with "Humble House Inscription". However, this new star is so bright, probably because "Fox Rhymes" has a strong enlightenment effect and is of great significance to Shengyuan Continent. Therefore, even if the "literary talent" is insufficient, the "literary talent" is extremely strong. Although it is not a great talent, it has made great contributions! No wonder Zhou Zhubu directly used the people of the Criminal Hall to silence it."
Fang Yun also saw that the two stars representing "The Pillow Book" and "Three Character Classic" grew the fastest, especially "Three Character Classic", which was obviously only circulated in various academies, colleges or private schools in Dayuan Prefecture, but it became so bright, which showed that its educational contribution was great.
"It seems that I made the right choice to write the primer first. Although I don't have great talent, I have made great achievements, which greatly helps my talent."
"Would you like to not participate in the demon-killing for the time being, and stay at home and slowly hone your skills until you become a Saint-level scholar?"
As Fang Yun was thinking, the vortex of literary talent immediately slowed down.
"Not right! If I don't have the vortex of literary courage, it's no problem for me to retreat when I encounter a demon killer. But I have already written down three and a half words of the "Song of Righteousness" to form the vortex of literary courage. In the future, I must rely on the "Song of Righteousness" to condense my literary courage. If I don't have courage in my heart now, how can I have the face to talk about the way of saints in the future! Since I have chosen the great way of "righteousness" and perfected my righteousness, I must not be afraid of demons and barbarians! Killing myself for righteousness, sacrificing my life for righteousness! What's more, a scholar should only talk about war on paper and laugh on the battlefield. If I want to become a scholar before the saint, I will never be able to break through without personally fighting demons and barbarians!"
The vortex of literary talent suddenly accelerated.
"What's more, if one step is fast, all steps will be fast. Others can only get the talent from heaven once when they become a Tongsheng, but I can get it twice. If I can become a Shengqian Xiucai and take the Xiucai exam again, that would be four times!"
Fang Yun took another look at the vortex of Wendan and thought of the movement of Wenquxing.
"I don't know when I can trigger the movement of Wenquxing."
Fang Yun withdrew from the Wen Palace and continued to study, consolidate his talents, and strive for an early breakthrough.
On the other side of Dayuan City, Liu Zicheng visited Zhuang Wei who was recuperating in bed.
Liu Zicheng handed him a bottle of medicine and said, "This is a top-grade skin-growing cream. It contains the skin of a demon elephant and the glue of a demon turtle. I guarantee that your scar will heal in two days and everything will be back to normal in five days."
"Zicheng, your brother-in-law failed to help you. Instead, he helped that bastard Fang Yun. He was even forced to swear an oath. I'm sorry for you." Zhuang Wei took the medicine bottle guiltily.
Liu Zicheng said, "Family members should not talk behind each other's backs. If I were you, I might be worse than you. Who would have thought that Fang Yun was so treacherous and deliberately used Li Wenying's poem to set a trap to harm you."
Zhuang Wei knew very well that Fang Yun had no idea that he wanted to destroy the poem, and that he was bringing shame upon himself, but he was still happy to hear Liu Zicheng say that.
"You swore with your literary talent that you would never 'actively' help our Liu family in the future, but our Liu family's help to you will not shake your literary talent. You don't pass the imperial examination within five years, but it doesn't mean you can't become an official. What do you think, brother-in-law?"
Zhuang Wei said bitterly, "If I can't take the exam again for five years, my literary talent will surely be worn out. It's better for me to enter the official career as soon as possible!"
"You can't leave the Faculty of Arts, but it's better for you to join the army or go to the north under the banner of atonement. The military has four armies in the north. One was crippled by the Wolf Barbarians last year, one is struggling to survive, another is impenetrable, and the last one is under the control of my uncle. Do you want to join the army or take the path of a civil servant?"
Zhuang Wei hesitated and asked, "Is the army safe?"
"Those scholars can die in battle. I'll give you a position as a clerk or a soldier, but you won't go to the battlefield. You can only recite some 'war poems' and 'inspiring poems' before the battle, and some 'calming poems' after the battle. What are you afraid of?"
"That's good! I want to go north as soon as possible. I don't want to stay in Jiangzhou anymore."
Liu Zicheng nodded and said, "What do you think of Fang Yun?"
Zhuang Wei was not a despicable person like Liu Zicheng after all. He showed a look of shame on his face and said, "If he was not so young and his rank was not so low, I would have been impressed by him. In fact, you know in your heart that he can recite the Analects by heart at such a young age and apply the words and deeds of Confucius to himself. If he is given time, he will become a semi-saint!"
Liu Zicheng understood Zhuang Wei's hidden meaning and said, "I heard that the Scholar Class will go to kill monsters soon. Some people want to make trouble instead of attacking directly. Do you think I should stop them?"
Zhuang Wei was a juren after all, and being confused for a moment didn't mean he would always be confused, so he hurriedly said, "We must stop him! If Fang Yun returns safely, then it's fine. But if Fang Yun is really killed by the monsters because of some trivial matter, the Criminal Court will definitely send people, at least the great scholars will bring people. It doesn't matter if Fang Yun's reputation is harmed on weekdays, and those people only see it as a test. But if Fang Yun dies, the highest person in Jing country may be angry and come in person, and even spend decades of accumulation of the Holy Temple to investigate."
Liu Zicheng nodded. The highest person in Jing Kingdom was naturally Chen Guanhai, a semi-saint with infinite power. If Chen Guanhai was mentioned to harm someone, he would definitely have a "heavenly connection" and would involuntarily do things that would benefit Fang Yun and nip the danger in the bud.
"Alas, I hope he can become a scholar before the Saint. Then the demons and the rebellious scholars will surely assassinate him."
Zhuang Wei remained silent.
Liu Zicheng sighed and said, "What a pity. Before I came here, I got the news that a 'great scholar's dirty writing' appeared in the Qushui River, which attracted a snake demon commander, who was equivalent to a Jinshi. Ten people from the Juren class and a Juren lecturer ran into the snake demon commander. These people were originally no match for the demon commander, but the Juren lecturer had a Jinshi literary treasure from the Academy of Literature, which temporarily entangled the snake demon commander, and then asked for advice from the nearest county. The Jinshi county magistrate of Qushui County immediately took all the Juren in the county to fight."
"Killed the snake demon?"
"How is that possible? That snake demon is not only cunning, it also has the dirty writings of the great scholar. Do you know what is in the dirty writings of the great scholar?"
"Usually it's the big demon's heart blood that suppresses it, right?"
"Wrong, there is a drop of demon saint blood on it!"
"Could it be that the great scholar's obscene article was a masterpiece written by a semi-saint before he was canonized?"
"Of course. Fortunately, it was only a fragment. The snake demon commander was still defeated and fled into the Yangtze River with serious injuries. The government army has been dispatched and will eliminate all the monsters within a radius of 300 miles to prevent any fish from slipping through the net and to prevent the snake demon commander from making a comeback."
"Have you got the great scholar's dirty article? If it is sent to the Holy Academy to wash away the blood of the Demon Saint, that article will definitely protect the safety of the entire city. The demons and barbarians will have to send out five great demons or the Great Barbarian King to break the protection of this great scholar's famous article."
"It's a pity that we didn't get it. It is said that Li Wenying will bring the complete text of the holy text that Chen Sheng placed in Yuhai City tonight and search again. I originally wanted you to volunteer to go today. Even if you can't get the obscene text of the great scholar, it would be good to kill some demon soldiers and make merit. Unfortunately, this happened. Fang Yun really did a lot of harm to people!" Liu Zicheng said.
“Alas…” Zhuang Wei sighed softly, feeling deeply regretful.
The next morning, the weather was exceptionally clear and cloudless.
Fang Yun went to the Academy of Literature as usual, but as soon as he walked out of the gate, he found He Yutang, the teacher of Fang Clan School, standing outside the door.
"Brother He, this is..."
He Yutang smiled sheepishly and said, "I also like painting, but I have never been able to practice to the first level of 'poetic and picturesque'. I heard that you also know painting, and even helped Xiao Yi, who is very famous for painting, to successfully break through. I wanted to teach you on your way to the Academy of Literature. I will not waste your time, and I will leave as soon as we get there."
Fang Yun smiled and said, "I can't teach you anything else, I can only teach you yin and yang, light and dark."
"Enough, enough." He Yutang was overjoyed.
"Let's go, get in the car."
In the car, Fang Yun restated the concept of "Yin and Yang" in Chinese painting yesterday. The "Yin and Yang" in Chinese painting refers to light and dark, while sketching has an additional gray in addition to light and dark, forming three major surfaces. Although Yin and Yang and the three major surfaces have different names, they are actually the same concept, it's just that sketching is more detailed.
In the "Refined Brushwork Painting Teaching Plan" written by Yao Mingkui, a famous fine brushwork painter, it is mentioned that to learn the fine brushwork in Chinese painting, it is best to learn the three major aspects of sketching and integrate them with the concept of yin and yang.
Fang Yun naturally had to implement the teaching concepts of later famous Chinese painting masters, otherwise he would be misleading.
When they arrived at the gate of the Academy of Literature, He Yutang left and Fang Yun walked towards the Academy carrying a book box.
There were more than twenty people standing at the entrance of the Academy of Literature, including students, white-haired old men, middle-aged people with elegant temperaments, and even someone wearing the official uniform of the seventh rank.
"He is Fang Yun!" A scholar from the state academy pointed at Fang Yun and shouted.
Fang Yun was startled. If that person hadn't looked so happy and everyone seemed to be carrying a scroll bag, he would have turned around and ran away.
More than twenty people rushed over together. Fang Yun didn't know whether to leave or not. He could only move forward slowly and helplessly. Tan Yu and Nie Shi immediately stood in front of Fang Yun.
"Don't get me wrong, don't get me wrong! We are all people who love painting. This is Hu Moyuan, the master painter of Jiangzhou. Although he is a scholar, he has achieved the realm of lifelikeness in his early years. Yesterday, we heard about your method of Yin Yang, Light and Dark, which was like a revelation. Xiao Yi stayed at home, so we had to come to you for advice. You just need to tell us again, and we will each take out our own masterpieces to express our gratitude."
"So you are all masters of painting. My apologies!" Fang Yun said with a smile. These people could sell a painting for more than ten taels of silver even if it was just a casual painting. For example, Hu Moyuan only sold five paintings a year, and one painting could be sold for at least one thousand taels of silver.
So Fang Yun explained the method of yin and yang and darkness again. Everyone understood something and were very grateful to Fang Yun. They presented their paintings to him.
Finally, the master of painting Hu Moyuan not only gave Fang Yun a war painting, but also gave him a piece of Tianhuang stone, asking him to make a private seal in the future.