Feng Yuanjun thought for a moment and said, "Every year, Jade Sea City will send a few Grand Scholars to the Ministry of Literature. Recently, there were two bedridden Grand Scholars who don't have long to live and can be injected with talent. The two of them are currently considering. If they inject talent into Jingguo, other than allowing their descendants to become nobles, there aren't many benefits. However, it can ensure the stability of the family. If there are others who need talent, the two families will be able to obtain a higher reward. "
"How many dragon horns do you need?" Fang Yundao asked.
"One-third of the dragon horns is enough to exchange for talent. No matter what they want, they can use the dragon horns to exchange for it. Leave this matter to me. I will personally look for the two Grand Scholars. Whoever wants fewer dragon horns will be the one to inject talent. How about it? "
"Thank you, Lord Feng."
"You are too polite. There is one more thing. Your talent is already close to that of a High Scholar, and the possibility of you becoming a High Scholar before the Emperor is close to zero. This is because before the Imperial Examination, all the High Scholars before the Emperor were appointed by Kong Sheng. Therefore, before entering the Holy Ground, you should not spend too much time on talent. You should train your literary guts more these days so that your literary guts will be stronger. The Holy Ground is filled with dangers. Weak water and strange winds are the most effective against literary courage. If you want to survive in the Holy Ground, you need both literary courage and talent. You are still an Elementary Scholar, so it is impossible for your literary courage to reach the first level. Just do your best. "
"I understand." In fact, Fang Yundao's literary courage was much higher than Feng Yuanjun had expected. He had already reached the first level of literary courage and was comparable to an outstanding High Scholar. However, he had only been an Elementary Scholar for less than three months. Compared to Yan Yukong, who was a direct disciple of the Half-saint, he was still slightly lacking.
"That's good. I have already read your < Legend of the White Snake >. It can be said to be the first novel! It was written with hundreds of thousands of words in the language of ordinary people. It was easy to understand, just like a new storyteller. However. Your < Legend of the White Snake > is much more straightforward than < Romance of the Western Chamber > and < Romance of the Pillow >. I am afraid that people will criticize it. "Feng Yuanjun said.
Fang Yundao did not care. The appearance of anything new in history was bound to be accompanied by controversy. The Four Great Classical Novels were "vernacular" novels in ancient times, and although there were many people who liked them. His position was not high, but later on, his position grew higher and higher.
Fang Yun had carefully studied the formation of talent Qi. Currently, Saint Origin World placed too much emphasis on the talent Qi of the upper echelons, but neglected the large number of ordinary people. However, those with low literary positions would no longer touch them after giving up on the imperial examinations, while those poems and novels that were far inferior to the classics of the sages would be able to gain the favor of these people.
Although it was rare for the School of Novels to produce a Half-saint, it was still one of the Hundred Schools of Literature. Thus, it was inevitable that it would contribute to the development of Saint Origin World. It was just that it hadn't been discovered yet.
Fang Yundao said, "The trend in Saint Origin World is obvious. More and more people will become literate. Wasn't this year's County Examinations the best example of why the number of County Scholars had suddenly doubled? In the future, when the amount of talent reaches a certain level, it won't be difficult for everyone to become a scholar, or even an elementary scholar. At that time, I might be able to reach the 'Great Unity World' that Kong Sheng yearned for the most! "
Feng Yuanjun widened his eyes and shook his head. "You really dare to dream. Do you think talent is so easy to obtain? Unless the Literati Star flew to the position of the moon. If everyone can obtain the Literati Star, then everyone can become a scholar. If we can't deal with the Literati Star, then everything is just wishful thinking. The 'Great Unity Book of Rites' is really hard to achieve. "
"I'm just guessing. Don't take it seriously."
"Of course I won't take it seriously. It's late, I should be leaving. "
Fang Yun sent Feng Yuanjun off and returned to his room.
Even though it was the Qixi Festival, Fang Yun did not relax. He plunged into the World of Wondrous Books and began to study all the zither scores. He studied the fingering techniques and studied the repertoire.
With talent Qi, a scholar would be able to learn anything faster. However, Fang Yun discovered that his talent and comprehension of the zither had improved by leaps and bounds.
Two hours later. Fang Yun left the World of Wondrous Books and tried to paint. However, there were no changes compared to before. He then tried calligraphy, but his improvement was also limited.
Unfortunately, he could not play the zither now. Fang Yun could only give up. He then opened the 'Essentials of Scriptures' and found a topic to write. He then found a 'Collection of Essays' and wrote an essay. However, he deliberately imitated the writing of the people of this era. He did not write anything that was too advanced. He did not want to write anything that was too exaggerated and startled the neighbors. Moreover, he burned it after he finished writing.
After that, Fang Yun studied the 'Thirty-Six Stratagems: Besieging Wei to Rescue Zhao'. The more he studied, the more he discovered that this stratagem was too ruthless. Moreover, this stratagem was useless once used.
The next day, after Fang Yun finished his breakfast, Dinghai General Yu Xingshu sent a letter to ask for leave to deal with the Trembling Zither. Fang Yun originally wanted to buy a Wen Bao Se for Yang Yuhuan. However, Yang Yuhuan said that she would wait until she was familiar with the zither before buying a good one. Buying one now would be useless.
Wen Youxuan delivered the Trembling Zither on time. After Fang Yun verified that there was no mistake, he paid the banknotes. They were all obtained from selling the 'Romance of the Western Chamber' and 'Romance of the Pillow'.
In the afternoon, Feng Yuanjun came. When he saw Fang Yun at the door, he said, "Let's talk here. I asked those two people. One said that he wanted at least half of the Flood Dragon King's horn in exchange. The other one, Scholar Cui Lao, was quite strange. He said that he wanted to invite you over and talk to you personally. "
"Oh? Scholar Cui Lao didn't say anything else? "Fang Yun asked.
"No. However, half of the Flood Dragon King's horn is really asking for too much. Generally speaking, one-third of it is just right. Humph, that person knows that you have two dragon horns. He wants more so that his family won't decline prematurely. In my opinion, you should go see Scholar Cui Lao first and ask him about the price. "
"Okay, then let's go see Scholar Cui Lao." Fang Yundao said.
The two of them sat in a carriage and arrived at the Cui residence. The gatekeeper asked them to wait for a while before hurriedly entering the residence.
The two of them waited for a while, looking around while chatting. They were so bored that they even counted the cracks on the stone lion at the entrance. Only then did they see the entire Cui residence come out from the courtyard to welcome them. Scholar Cui Lao, who was bedridden, was also carried out on a recliner.
"This …" Fang Yun and Feng Yuanjun looked at each other and hurriedly walked inside. They couldn't let an old man who was over ninety years old and had contributed greatly to the country come out to welcome them.
The two of them took the initiative to enter the Cui residence. Fang Yun hurriedly said, "Sir Cui, please don't be like this. This junior can't bear it."
Scholar Cui Lao's hair was sparse, and the wrinkles on his face were like tree bark. There were age spots all over his exposed skin. With some difficulty, he slowly opened his mouth and said, "Greetings, Minister Fang. Forgive this old man for not being able to welcome you from afar because I don't have long to live."
Scholar Cui Lao's voice was very soft and slow, but every word was clearly enunciated.
"Sir, you're too polite. Send this old man back to his room immediately!" Fang Yun immediately said.
Feng Yuanjun pretended to be unhappy and said, "What are you still standing there for?"
The Cui family could only send Scholar Cui Lao back to his room. Following which, the unrelated people waited outside the door. Only the seven or eight men of the Cui family, Fang Yun, and Feng Yuanjun remained by the bed.
Scholar Cui Lao laid on the bed and looked at Fang Yun calmly. His eyes were turbid, but his gaze was more spirited than ordinary people.
"Scholar Cui Lao, I wonder why you're looking for me?" Fang Yun performed the proper etiquette. On the way here, he had learned about Cui Lao's character from Feng Yuanjun. He was amiable, wise, and steady. However, he had also stepped forward in times of danger. He was a true scholar.
The corner of Scholar Cui Lao's mouth slightly moved, and his turbid eyes seemed to have turned clear. He slowly said word by word, "Our Cui Family passes down poetry and literature. We teach our children with benevolence and righteousness. Although we can't be considered as a family of extravagance, we still have a good reputation in Jade Sea City. This old man has spent half his life in the military and half in the imperial court. He has seen many things, heard many things, and thought many things. My eyes may be muddled, but my heart is not lost. "Saying that, he glanced at his grandson.
Fang Yun listened attentively.
Scholar Cui Lao continued, "Dragon horns are like gold and silver. They are all worldly possessions. Even if one is an official, it is the same. Only knowledge is eternal. The reason why I invited Minister Fang here is not to discuss dragon horns. "
"Then what does Sir want?" Fang Yun asked.
"My grandson, Cui Mu, has been intelligent since young and has no problems with his character. He only lacks a teacher. This old man is willing to use his talent in exchange for Cui Mu's acknowledgment. I wonder if Sir Fang is willing? "
Fang Yun and Feng Yuanjun were stunned for a moment. They looked at each other again and saw the emotions in each other's eyes.
Feng Yuanjun thought to himself: Similarly, a dying Scholar had entered a treasure mountain. One only had eyes for those flashy gold, silver, and jewels, while this Scholar Cui Lao had seen true treasures.
Fang Yun stared into Scholar Cui Lao's eyes and said, "Thank you for thinking highly of me, Sir. Although I have accidentally taken in many students and it doesn't matter if I take in one more, I can accept literary treasures for my students, but I will never accept a student for my literary treasures. My students cannot be traded. "
Scholar Cui Lao sighed softly and said slowly, "You are indeed worthy of being the top talent of the Ten Nations by Half-saint. It is said that meeting you in person is not as good as one's reputation. Forget it, instead of handing over my literary treasures to an unknown official, I might as well hand them over to you. Give Cui Mu a chance to test him. Regardless of whether he passes the test and becomes your disciple or not, I will inject my talent into you. How about that? "
Fang Yun was even more emotional. He said, "The Cui Family indeed teaches their children with benevolence and courtesy. They are loyal and righteous. A child who has been taught by Cui Lao will of course have a chance to become my disciple. I will also give Cui Mu a chance for the sake of Mr. Cui Lao's character. As for whether Mr. Cui Lao is willing to inject his talent into me, it will be good if he does, but it doesn't matter if he doesn't. It is not important. "
The old man and the young man looked at each other and smiled, appreciating each other.
Feng Yuanjun said, "Since the two of you have come to an agreement, Fang Yun will test Cui Mu first. Regardless of whether you take Cui Mu as your disciple or not, Mr. Cui Lao will inject his talent into Fang Yun's Gallbladder Zither. Is that right?"
Scholar Cui Lao said, "Of course!" This time, his words were very coherent and his voice was so loud that he didn't sound like an old man.
Fang Yundao said, "It takes ten years to grow a tree, but a hundred years to nurture a person. A disciple is more valuable than a literary treasure. Is Cui Mu here? "
As he spoke, Fang Yun glanced at the people of the Cui Family and finally looked at the child who was about ten years old.
That child took a step forward, cupped his hands, and said, "Cui Mu greets Fang Maocai." After saying that, he puffed out his chest and raised his head, his eyes reflecting the clear glass window. At such a young age, he already had a heroic aura. He looked very calm on the surface, but his tightly pursed lips revealed a little nervousness.
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