In the Yuexi Courtyard, Fang Yun walked in square steps, followed by some people. "
No one was maintaining order, and no one was in order, but almost everyone knew where they were and when they would enter the Yuexi Courtyard.
Behind Fang Yun were almost all old people. In addition to many Grand Scholars, there were also many old Hanlin scholars.
Among these people, there were retired old people from the Left Prime Minister's faction, hermits from the King of Kang's faction, scholars from other countries who traveled to Jingguo to study, four senior Jingguo officials who pretended to be ill, and more important people from aristocratic families or wealthy families.
A Juren lecturing in the Yuexi Courtyard had not happened in a thousand years.
The ranks of the team were clear. A Juren could not block the path of a Jinshi, and a Jinshi could not block the path of a Hanlin scholar.
Fang Yun did not care about others and kept walking forward, while the others gradually walked to the stairs on both sides.
More and more people entered the Yuexi Courtyard, but the people near the Yuexi Courtyard did not decrease, because there were people coming from afar to fill the gap.
The Yuexi Courtyard was built in imitation of the Sishui Courtyard of the Confucius Family. The walls were not made of bricks, but of dense trees. People outside could occasionally see a spot through the gaps.
Not long after, there was still a dense crowd outside the Yuexi Courtyard, but there seemed to be an invisible force in everyone's heart, letting them know that they were not qualified to enter the Academy.
Zhao Hongzhuang, dressed as an ordinary scholar, stood among a group of scholars. She quietly looked at the slowly closing gate of the Yuexi Courtyard, clenching her right fist as if she wanted to crush these obstacles.
The rest of the female talents and female students of the Flower House were happy, quietly waiting for the lecture to begin.
When the gate closed, the Yuexi Courtyard began the Confucius Worshipping Ceremony. As the lecturer, Fang Yun personally presided over it.
After the Confucius Worshipping Ceremony, Fang Yun walked to the platform.
The fan-shaped stairs were silent. Tens of thousands of people stared at the young man on the platform. His face was young and his eyes were deep.
Fang Yun slowly put his hands on the platform. Sweeping his gaze over the crowd in front of him, he nodded slightly and said, "Everyone, please take a seat."
Thousands of people near the podium were sitting on the futons on the stairs, while the people further away were still standing. At this moment, everyone was slightly relaxed. From time to time, light coughs could be heard from the stairs.
Fang Yun's gaze swept over the people who were seated. Almost instantly, he memorized everyone's faces and expressions. He did not recognize the three masters who seemed to have come to "challenge" him.
Fang Yun coughed lightly and cleared his throat. He smiled and said, "I once heard an old man say that two people standing at the top of a mountain and at the bottom of a mountain are equally insignificant in the eyes of the other party."
The audience was silent as they listened attentively.
"When I first heard it, I thought he was telling me to be humble, because the insignificant person in your eyes may have greatness that you cannot see. Then I thought of a new possibility. Perhaps he was telling me that if we were both insignificant, then I should strive to stand at the top of the mountain. Finally I thought of a third possibility. He was telling me. There is no difference between standing at the foot of a mountain and standing at the top. "
After Fang Yun finished, he paused for a moment and said in a clear voice, "The reason why I can stand in front of Kong Sheng and give a lecture. Not because I am a sage, but because I am standing at the top of the mountain where the wisdom and achievements of the sages have accumulated. I have climbed in the past, I have climbed in the present, and I will continue to climb in the future. "
Countless people inside and outside the Yuexi Courtyard nodded in praise.
Many people even praised Fang Yun for being neither arrogant nor humble. He did not brag about how great he was, nor did he pretend to be humble. This was the attitude that a lecturer should have. Being too arrogant or too humble would not make a qualified lecturer.
A woman holding a little fox stood far away from the Yuexi Courtyard. While stroking the little fox, she looked at Kong Sheng's statue and listened to Fang Yun's voice with a smile.
Fang Yun continued, "Before the lecture begins, I'll tell you a small rule of the lecture."
As Fang Yun finished speaking, many people were surprised. They had just praised Fang Yun for not being arrogant, but now Fang Yun's words seemed to be a bit self-satisfied.
Giving a lecture was a huge rule in itself. Fang Yun was only a High Scholar, and this was his first time giving a lecture. It was a taboo for him to set his own rules. He had to abide by the rules, because even if it was a small rule, it could cause the lecture to go astray, making him a laughingstock.
Many people who were close to the Minister of the Left, Prince Kang, and the Lei family showed slight mockery on their faces. Even a few old Hanlin Scholars did not hide their contempt for Fang Yun.
An old Scholar suddenly said in a low voice, "The tail of a rabbit is too high, naturally it cannot grow."
The people of the Minister of the Left nearby laughed softly, but the rest of the Scholars secretly shook their heads.
However, Fang Yun did not seem to notice the changes below. He said calmly, "Everyone has a pen and paper with you. In the process of my lecture, if you encounter something you want to ask or give advice on, you can write it on the paper and then pass it from the back to the front to the front row. You can leave your name or not. After I finish a part of the lecture, I will look at your paper and pick out some meaningful or repetitive questions to answer. "
After Fang Yun finished speaking, the whole place was silent.
Many teachers nodded and realized that this was a good way for teachers and students to communicate.
"Wonderful! In the future, when I give lectures, I will definitely use this method. No, in the future, I will use this method for all lectures in the academy. " The person who spoke was the Grand Secretary of the academy. His position in the academy was second only to the Minister of Literature and equal to the Minister of the Six Ministries.
The old Scholar who mocked Fang Yun for saying that a rabbit's tail could not grow was as red as blood. He could refute other people's praise of Fang Yun, but when the Grand Secretary said it, it was tantamount to closing the coffin. Not to mention him, a mere Scholar, even the other Grand Secretaries could not refute it.
The people who were laughing at Fang Yun before all had gloomy faces.
Fang Yun continued, "Although there are seven pavilions in the Lingyan Pavilion, I will only talk about the zither, calligraphy, and painting. Today, I will talk about the zither's left hand finger technique."
The zither finger technique in the Saint Origin World was focused on the left and right hand, but the ancient Huaxia finger technique emphasized the left hand and ignored the right hand. The left hand finger technique was more exquisite. Fang Yun had tested it many times and felt that it was the most suitable for teaching.
Therefore, Fang Yun took out the three finger techniques that did not exist in the Saint Origin World and began his lecture. These three finger techniques had been tested and used for hundreds of years and were flawless. Until Fang Yun finished his lecture, no one dared to refute.
During the course of Fang Yun's lecture, there were people passing paper slips to him. By the time Fang Yun finished his lecture, there were already close to a hundred pages of paper.
Fang Yun walked down from his desk and wanted to take the stack of paper. However, the grand scholar waved his hand and the stack of paper flew to Fang Yun's desk.
Fang Yun thanked the grand scholar and quickly looked through the questions raised by the ninety people. He picked the two questions with the highest repetition rate and chose another question that he felt was important.
Three pieces of paper appeared in Fang Yun's hand and Fang Yun answered the questions on the three pieces of paper in detail.
After Fang Yun finished answering, he said, "If there are no more important questions, I will start talking about the calligraphy and brush techniques."
A scholar immediately stood up and cupped his hands, "Forgive my rudeness, but I was there when you injured the young duke's hand in the Bouncing Wave Pavilion and defeated dozens of people with your 'Pine Song'. I remember that you used three special finger techniques. Not only are they unprecedented in the Saint Origin world, but they also seem to have a different effect on war songs. Why don't you talk about those three finger techniques? "
Fang Yun remembered that this person was not a subordinate of the Sangfroid Prince or the Minister of the Left, so he smiled and said, "Those three finger techniques are 'Push Stab', 'Intercept' and 'Confrontation'. In due time, I will explain them in detail. However, today's lecture will not cover everything. Probably next month's' Divine Path 'will have a detailed explanation of these three finger techniques."
"I see. I have been rude."
Fang Yun nodded and then glanced at the Hanlin scholars on the steps. He wanted to find Jiao Song, the zither master sent by the Minister of the Left, but he found that none of the Hanlin scholars looked at him with hostility.
The Minister of the Left's people were also looking forward, but after a while, no one dared to stand up and criticize Fang Yun. In the end, they could only sigh.
The young duke was wrapped in bandages and sat on a cattail hassock. His servants carefully supported him. He stared at Fang Yun, his eyes burning with hatred.
No one nearby paid attention to the young duke.
After being punished by Half-saint's lightning in the Lingyan Pavilion, it was as if his Literary Name had been destroyed. Many people were avoiding him like the plague.
Not long after, Fang Yundao said, "Now, I will talk about calligraphy. The font of the 'Divine Wills Military Tablet' is a font that I comprehended while sitting under a willow tree near the River of Enlightenment. Therefore, I call it the 'Liu Style'. "
Fang Yun was sweating in his heart. He hoped that in the future, the 'Yan Style', 'Ou Style', and 'Zhao Style' would also be able to come up with a suitable reason.
When the founder of the Liu Style, Liu Gongquan, was still alive, if the high officials and nobles did not ask Liu Gongquan to write their inscriptions, they would be considered unfilial. This showed how high Liu Gongquan's status in the Tang Dynasty was.
Fang Yun used the teaching content of the Liu Style in the future to teach Liu Gongquan's unique writing style. He also pointed out a few new writing styles.
It was different from the teaching of the Guqin Dao. The Guqin Dao fingering style was supported by a complete song. Fang Yun did not create new songs. He only played fragments. The people did not have a clear understanding of the fingering style that Fang Yun talked about, but the writing style was different.
Fang Yun's Liu Style and writing style had an immediate effect. Many people even took out their brushes and began to learn. The calligraphy masters were all exultant and praised him.
After talking about calligraphy, Fang Yun picked a new piece of paper to answer. In the end, he said, "If there are no questions, I will start talking about painting."
The young duke suddenly said, "Fang Wenhou, Ruan Ling, a master of the Three Realms of Painting, is here. He is known as the person who is most likely to enter the Four Realms of Painting. You dare to show off in front of an expert? Aren't you afraid that the wind will cut your tongue?"
Countless people frowned. The Small Country's Fair Day would not be like this. However, the young duke had been punished by thunder and the Literary Name was lost. Today, Fang Yun had taught two classes in a row without missing anything. Two masters of the Three Realms did not speak. Thus, the young duke could not help but shed all pretense of cordiality and mention Ruan Ling. This forced Fang Yun and Ruan Ling to become enemies and cut off Ruan Ling's escape route.
Many people looked at a Hanlin Academy. This person's Hanlin Academy uniform was not in the style of Jingguo. It was in the style of Jia Country.
The Lei family was in Jia Country.
Ruan Ling was stared at by everyone. His originally calm face flashed with anger. Clearly, he already knew the young duke's methods. The first two masters of calligraphy and the Guqin Dao were both from Jingguo. The young duke did not want to offend them. However, he was from Jia Country, so the young duke had nothing to lose even if he offended him.
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