Fang Yun continued to eat. Yang Yuhuan said, "Governor Zhang sent someone to deliver a demon turtle egg. It was already marinated and can be cooked for you in seven days. When the person sent it, he told you to eat it in five days and not to eat too much every day. "
"Okay. What happened at home these days? Tell me about it. "Fang Yundao.
Yang Yuhuan happily talked about the trivial things at home.
After a while, Nuu became sleepy and looked at Fang Yun blankly. It didn't understand how he could keep listening. It didn't understand and jumped onto Fang Yun's lap to take a nap.
Grandma Jiang secretly thought that Yang Yuhuan was lucky. Fang Yun's status was so high now, but he was willing to spend time to listen to Yang Yuhuan. He was really considerate. In the future, the husband and wife would definitely be very loving.
After eating, Fang Yundao said, "Come, I'll teach you how to read."
"Okay." Yang Yuhuan was even more happy.
After teaching Yang Yuhuan how to read, Fang Yun returned to the study to practice calligraphy.
When Fang Yun copied Liu Gongquan's Divine Wills Military Tablet, he realized that he had already reached the entry level. Furthermore, since he had achieved the first level, he would be able to draw on the strengths of other schools and comprehend them by analogy, allowing his calligraphy to reach a higher level.
"The four main characteristics of regular script are Yan Zhenqing, dignified, masculine, and vigorous. If there was already Yan Zhenqing in Sheng Yuan Continent, it would be good to learn his regular script. However, there is no such person in Sheng Yuan Continent. It would be inappropriate if people thought that I created the Yan Style. The Zhao Style is beautiful but too close to the semi-cursive. Since I learned the basics from the Liu Style and the Liu Style took the strengths of the Ou Style, then the next step is to learn Ouyang Xun's Ou Style. After that, I can learn Yan Style or Zhao Style. When I learned the basics of regular script and semi-cursive script, I can write cursive script. Even if I write hard, cursive script is still faster than regular script. "
Fang Yun didn't immediately copy Ouyang Xun's words. Instead, he read and memorized Ouyang Xun's calligraphy theories. In terms of calligraphy education, Ouyang Xun was number one among the Four Great Regular Calligraphy Families.
After learning Ouyang Xun's calligraphy theory, Fang Yun realized that he could use it to teach students. He memorized it again and started to copy Ouyang Xun's "Ninety-percent Palace", which was also known as "Ninety-percent Palace".
Before long, the gatekeeper walked in and reported, "Master, there are a few High Scholars outside who have come to visit. They are all from prestigious families."
Fang Yun stopped writing. He pondered.
"Stepping onto the Divine Path should be a race against time. If I spend my time socializing with these people, then my progress will slow down. However, no matter how obsessed he was with the Divine Path, he could not completely ignore the ways of the world. Take those high-level demons for example. Although their IQ is not bad, their character and EQ are terrible. They are often hot-blooded and reckless. "
Fang Yun thought for a moment and asked, "Which literary gathering in June is the most famous?"
The gatekeeper was a native of Jade Sea Prefecture. He was also a soldier specially arranged by the military. He immediately said, "There are no major festivals in June, so there are no major poetry gatherings. However, the Liqiu Literary Gathering on the first day of July and the Qixi Literary Gathering on the seventh day of July are more important. The Qixi Literary Gathering every year is the grandest, comparable to the Dragon Boat Festival. "
Fang Yun thought that the longer he delayed, the better. Thus, he said, "Just say that I am not feeling well and will not be able to meet guests or go out. However, I will participate in the Qixi Literary Gathering. I will talk to the scholars of Jade Sea Prefecture about the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. "
"Yes, Master." The gatekeeper turned and left.
Fang Yun was distracted for a moment and continued to practice his calligraphy. He finished writing a part of "Ninety-percent Palace". He began to read the Sages' Classic again.
At night, Fang Yun felt tired. He rested for a while and slowly recalled the process of climbing the Book Hill.
"Zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting are the four friends of scholars. I originally did not want to study them deeply, but the test in the illusion made me realize that although these are not Divine Paths, they each have their own merits. In the past, the human race did not pay attention to poetry, but now they have to. Zither, chess, and painting are the same. Moreover, I received guidance from the 'Minister of Literature' in the illusion, so I already know the meaning of scriptures and theories like the back of my hand. What I need now is to continue to write and accumulate experience, so that I can find time to learn how to paint. "
"Chess requires a game, which is the most time-consuming. I can learn both zither and painting. For the time being, I will try painting. If my talent is good, I will paint some. If not, then forget it. Painting is divided into freehand brushwork and fine brushwork. In the Saint Origin World, fine brushwork can attract the Qi of Heaven and Earth. Naturally, I have to learn fine brushwork. However, if I reach the level of a great scholar and return to the natural state, I will be able to integrate Profound Words into freehand brushwork. "
Thinking of "Profound Words", Fang Yun could not help but think of the "Flying Page Empty Boat".
"A great scholar only needs to write the word 'boat', and he can turn a page into a boat that can fly in the air. It is really amazing. However, although Profound Words is strong, there is a flaw. First, it needs to be extracted from the great scholar's true text. To write it alone, it needs to be supported by a great power. Because it is not just a word, but it contains the great scholar's thoughts. I wonder when I can use Profound Words to kill people with one word and destroy cities with one word. "
Fang Yun remembered the scene where Li Wenying killed his way into the Yangtze River with the great scholar's true text. Every word flew into the sky and was extremely terrifying. His heart skipped a beat, and he remembered that there was a piece of the great scholar's true text "Peach Blossom Spring" in the strange book world. Although it was incomplete, there must be some Profound Words.
Therefore, he closed his eyes and entered the strange book world. Immediately, he saw a golden page of "Peach Blossom Spring" floating in front of him. There were a total of ninety-one words.
Fang Yun looked at Tao Yuanming's handwritten work and read it over and over again. Finally, his eyes fell on the word "boat" in "Abandoning the boat, entering through the mouth".
The boat was bigger than the boat. The great scholar could carry people and fly by writing the word "boat". It was even more impressive to write the word "boat".
Fang Yun stared at the word "boat" and tried to communicate with his thoughts to extract the word. Time passed slowly. After half an hour, the word "boat" on the great scholar's true text suddenly moved slightly, as if it was about to fly out of the paper.
However, Fang Yun's talent was like a river that broke through the dam, crazily rushing into the word "boat". In the blink of an eye, the two talents in his body were exhausted.
Fang Yun was shocked and hurriedly stopped extracting the true text. The word "boat" immediately returned to the incomplete piece, but it seemed to be brighter than the other words. He hurriedly left the strange book world and entered the literature palace. He saw that his two talents had been exhausted and were slowly recovering under the effect of the heart of literature.
"It's just that my talent is exhausted and I am not injured. It seems that my strength is too weak. I should not try to use Profound Words or other more advanced methods."
Fang Yun wanted to continue reading, but his talent was exhausted and his energy was not enough. He had to sleep.
Early in the morning of the second day, Zhao Hongzhuang who was dressed like a scholar hurried to the Fang residence.
Fang Yun and Yang Yuhuan were eating and looked at this handsome "Young Master" in astonishment. But Nunu ignored them and grabbed the duck's neck with her two little claws, eating with relish. Occasionally, there would be light slurping sounds. She did not even let go of the smallest piece of meat, leaving behind the clean bones, making people think of the divine skill of a butcher.
Zhao Hongzhuang walked and said: "Don't go out these few days."
"What's going on?" Fang Yun asked.
"Three days later, Gyeongo's scholars will cross the river and come here. They want to have a literary competition in Jade Sea City. I originally wanted to go to Gyeongo, but now I can't go. "
When Fang Yun heard about the literary competition, his face sank. If the competition in the Dragon Boat Literary Competition was a literary competition, then the literary competition was different.
The literary competition was the same as the literary competition, it was a method of the scholars of each country. It was also a rule approved by the Notre-Dame. Many scholars who had enmity with each other would use the literary competition to settle it.
The literary competition was just a spar and would not injure anyone. But the literary competition was different. It was either a competition of poetry, a competition of talent, or a competition of literary courage. It was very dangerous and people often died.
"They came because of the Book Hill?" Fang Yun asked.
Zhao Hongzhuang sighed and said: "Think about it, Gyeongo has been winning for seventeen years in order to suppress my Jingguo Literary Name. But this year's Dragon Boat Literary Competition suddenly lost. Seventeen years of hard work went down the drain, so how could they let it go? From what I know, after Gyeongo lost the Dragon Boat Literary Competition, they wanted to send people to Jingguo for the literary competition. But they wanted to wait until the Qixi Literary Competition to suppress the scholars of Jade Sea Prefecture. Then, they would use the literary competition to completely suppress the Literary Name that our country obtained from the Dragon Boat Literary Competition. "
"The thousand-year truce has already ended. The demons and barbarians are eyeing each other covetously. Can't they wait to kill each other?" Fang Yun was angry.
Zhao Hongzhuang said helplessly: "The enmity between the two countries is too deep. Just the royal families of the two countries have already lost more than a hundred people to each other, not to mention those prestigious families. Since the literary competition, literary competition, and literary competition are the rules of the Notre-Dame, we can't stop them if they want to use them. "
Fang Yun couldn't help but think of that world. Even though technology was highly advanced, and the welfare, education, culture, and living standards were much higher than this era, there were still wars. Even though many big countries didn't really fight each other, they still incited conflicts between other countries. They made use of military equipment, public opinion, trade, finance, and other aspects to fight without gunpowder. It was very similar to the literary competition.
"That's true. This kind of thing can't be avoided." Fang Yundao said.
Zhao Hongzhuang said with gratitude and pride: "However, the direct reason is that you obtained first place on the Book Hill. Gyeongo and Wu Guo's people performed extremely poorly on the Book Hill. Therefore, Eastern Sage decided to reduce the Notre-Dame items that were originally given to Gyeongo and Wu Guo by half, and give the rest to my Jingguo. This caused my Jingguo to receive ten times more Notre-Dame items than last year!"
"Jingguo received so little in the past?" Fang Yun asked.
"Yes. Our Jingguo is one of the weakest countries, and we've failed repeatedly. Naturally, we can't compete with strong countries like Wu Guo and Gyeongo."
Fang Yun said again: "Since this happened because of me, then Gyeongo's main target this time is me?"
"Yes. You just became a scholar not long ago. You don't know how to write poems, and your talent isn't stable. They will definitely use the literary competition to attack you! "
Fang Yun knew that he had been ordered to keep his talent in the literary competition a secret. As for the degree of his talent, even Half-saint didn't know. Zhao Hongzhuang was naturally worried.
"Thank you for reminding me." Fang Yun smiled and looked at Zhao Hongzhuang's clear eyes.
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