Zhuang Wei's hands were shaking.
He knew that he was being impulsive. He thought that even if Fang Yun fought back, it would not cause any unforeseeable consequences. That was why he came to find trouble with Fang Yun. He wanted to avenge the Liu family and make his wife and the Liu family happy.
But who would have thought that a scholar would ask a scholar to change a poem?
That was Li Wenying's poem. He was a scholar who almost killed a dragon. He was an official who dared to kill a Jinshi. He was also an arrogant scholar who called Minister Zuo an old dog.
Zhuang Wei knew that even if the poem was smeared in such a way, Li Wenying would still laugh it off. After all, it was a misunderstanding. Li Wenying would not do anything to a High Scholar like him. However, Li Wenying's old friends and students would not laugh it off. The officials of the Academy of Literature would not laugh it off. The scholars of Jiang Province would not laugh it off.
Those people would think of ways to make things difficult for him. Once they had something on him, they would not hesitate to use the harshest methods. If he was not careful, he would be banned from the imperial examinations. Zhuang Wei did not have the ability to invite the Emperor to choose him.
The people who had been following Zhuang Wei left silently. They were not abandoning their old friends. They were just a wise man who understood the situation.
A lecturer who had always admired Li Wenying could not help but scold, "The shame of scholars, the stinking bug of the Academy of Literature. A scholar ruining a scholar's name is a disgrace to all scholars! He brought this upon himself! "Then he left with a dark face.
After the shock and ridicule, many people looked at Zhuang Wei with pity. They all knew that he was done for.
Fang Yun continued to eat as if nothing had happened.
Lu Yu smiled and said, "You don't want to say anything?"
"The joy of eating and drinking is better than hitting someone when they are down." Fang Yun smiled and continued to eat.
All the students nodded in agreement. This was the breadth of mind that a scholar should have.
Many people admired Fang Yun's talent but did not know much about his character. Especially the nobles who knew that Fang Yun's palace had been destroyed and Liu Zicheng had knelt down to apologize. They all thought that Fang Yun was too cruel. But now, their attitude towards Fang Yun had changed.
"No wonder he is the great scholar who wrote the Epigraph of My Shack. His shack is good, and his shack is even better."
"In the future, I will not look down on students from humble families. I am not as magnanimous as you."
"It's not easy for Jiang District to have someone who can be ranked as one of the Four Great Talents. We must not ruin it ourselves. In the future, if anyone dares to defame Fang Yun's Literary Name again, everyone, remember to help them."
"Of course." Everyone nodded in agreement.
When Zhuang Ying heard these discussions, she felt so ashamed that she wanted to die. This time, not only did she fail to deal a blow to Fang Yun, but she had also made Fang Yun famous in the State Academy of Arts.
He didn't dare to stay any longer and hurriedly left.
Everyone left one after another.
After dinner, Fang Yun and the others left and returned to the Moxiang House to study.
The first and second classes in the afternoon were still taught by Mr. Wang, but the last two classes were different from usual. They were Painting classes. When Fang Yun heard the name of the class for the first time, he was stunned. Then, he realized that this class couldn't be called "China Painting," so there was no such thing as Chinese Painting.
Ancient Chinese Painting mostly used vermillion and cyan, so it was called Painting.
The last two classes in the afternoon on the first, third, fifth, and seventh of every ten days in the Academy of Arts were Painting, Guqin, Calligraphy, and Go.
The better the calligraphy, the more powerful the battle poems. This was a skill that all scholars had to learn.
Painting, Guqin, and Go could be studied or not, because they were not only more difficult, but also more expensive.
Ordinary Guqin and Go had no power. Only after they became literary treasures could they have great power.
Painting didn't need literary treasures, but it required demon blood ink to bear the power of talent. Moreover, it often took more than ten years of practice to reach the most basic level of "poetic and artistic". It had a certain amount of attack power, but it was extremely difficult to become a talent. Currently, only fine brushwork could be used in battle. Freehand brushwork couldn't stimulate the power of talent.
However, the power of Guqin, Go, and Painting was far inferior to that of battle poems. It consumed the same amount of talent, and the power of Guqin, Go, and Painting was only one-third of that of battle poems.
Although Guqin and Go weren't very powerful, the advantage was that they could continuously attack.
Painting could be preserved for a certain period of time. The only way to preserve battle poems was through the "Holy Book". Except for the Half-saint family, anyone who wanted to get the "Holy Book" could only get it through the Book Hill. Only one or two books were produced in a hundred years. The rarity of the Holy Book was even higher than the literary treasures of the great scholars.
Fang Yun had decided to concentrate on practicing calligraphy. If he spent time on Guqin and Go painting, it wouldn't be worth it. However, to master the basic usage of Guqin and Go painting, he had to know how to use Guqin, Go, and literary treasures.
Fang Yun had read some books before. In the Saint Origin World, calligraphy was the first to be valued, while Guqin and Go painting were not valued. It gradually developed in the past two hundred years. But a few decades ago, even battle poems were only regarded as a minor art. Guqin and Go painting were even more inferior. Even if some talented scholars worked hard to study Guqin and Go painting, the development was still slow.
"Take painting as an example. Although the development is not bad, only the Grand Secretary Gu Kaizhi and a few other people have a reputation for painting. The Art Sage Wu Daozi and other famous later generations have not been born yet. Some of the famous Eighteen Strokes, Textures, and various Dot Dyeing Methods that are known by later generations have only appeared in a small part."
While Fang Yun was thinking, Mr. Xiao, who taught calligraphy and painting, walked in. He was not a lecturer, but a seventh-rank official in the State Academy of Arts. He was very fond of painting, but had little interest in calligraphy.
During the break, Fang Yun learned from Li Yuncong and the others that Mr. Xiao had already reached the first level of painting, "Poetic and Pictorial". He had been trying to reach the second level, "Vivid and Lifelike", but had not been able to break through.
Mr. Xiao was a serious person. When he walked behind the desk, Fang Yun and the others stood up to greet him. He nodded and gestured for them to sit down.
"You are Fang Yun?" Mr. Xiao's expression was stiff, but his tone was very kind.
"Yes." Fang Yundao said.
"Have you learned painting before?"
"Never."
Mr. Xiao thought for a moment with an expressionless face and said, "I can't delay other people's lessons because of you. I have a lesson plan here. Take it and study by yourself. If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask me after school. I am usually in the library. If there is no lesson, you can come and ask me at any time. "
"Thank you, Mr. Xiao." Fang Yun gratefully walked forward and took the lesson plan from Mr. Xiao. He sat behind and studied by himself.
While Mr. Xiao was lecturing, Fang Yun was reading the lesson plan below. The lesson plan first explained the knowledge of brush, ink, paper, ink stone, and pigments needed for fine brushwork. As Fang Yun was reading, a book written by Yao Mingkui, a master of fine brushwork, automatically appeared in his mind. Many words appeared, and Fang Yun could compare them.
Mr. Xiao's lesson plan involved many unique paints and materials in the Saint Origin World, including demon beast hair and demon blood. When Fang Yun read it silently, it would naturally form a book in the Wondrous Book World.
Fang Yun finished reading the basic knowledge. When it came to painting techniques, there was a problem. The lesson plan in the Wondrous Book World was more accurate than Mr. Xiao's. Fang Yun could only give up on Mr. Xiao's lesson plan and look at Mr. Yao's.
Fang Yun gradually became fascinated. He mainly looked at the lesson plan in the Wondrous Book World, but he did not look at Mr. Xiao's lesson plan for a long time.
During the lesson, Mr. Xiao looked at Fang Yun a few times and found that he did not turn the page for a long time. It seemed that he was in a perfunctory daze. He sighed in his heart that this great talent was not interested in painting and was very disappointed.
A few students noticed the problem and secretly looked at Fang Yun. They wanted to remind him, but he was looking down and could not see their hints.
Time passed little by little. Fang Yun's reading speed in the Wondrous Book World was very fast. Before Mr. Xiao finished the lesson, he had already finished reading the whole book. Some of the terms that he did not understand could be explained in other books. This gave Fang Yun a great understanding of fine brush painting and even made him interested.
"It's a pity that I can't be distracted now. I'd better practice my calligraphy and read the Sacred Classics. I have to at least pass the Jinshi exam before I have time to learn painting."
Fang Yun's mind left the Wondrous Book World and began to read Mr. Xiao's lesson plan.
This time, he was not studying, but comparing the book with the book. He flipped through it very quickly and found many loopholes and mistakes.
Fang Yun's fast flipping was noticed by Mr. Xiao. Mr. Xiao only frowned slightly and did not say anything.
After the lesson, Mr. Xiao said, "Fang Yun, since you have flipped through today's lesson, let me ask you, what's the problem with Lu Yu's peony painting?"
Fang Yun did not know that Mr. Xiao had misunderstood that he was not studying and thought that it was a normal examination. He turned his head to look at the painting on Lu Yu's desk and casually said, "Let's start with the flower and leaf. The tip of the flower and leaf is too thick and the root of the flower and leaf is too thin. It violates the basic principles of light and darkness."
Mr. Xiao could not help but open his eyes wide. He quickly walked over and said, "You can actually see the problem with just one look! Light and darkness? My lesson plan does not have this. Can you explain? "
The five Elementary Scholars looked at Fang Yun. Lu Yu said, "Fang Yun, don't tell me you know painting? You just said that you have never painted before. Can you have a new understanding just by looking at Mr. Xiao's lesson plan? "
Fang Yun saw that the six of them were looking at him strangely and hurriedly said, "I was just casually saying, don't misunderstand."
Who knew that Mr. Xiao would say with a straight face, "What? You, as a scholar, have become the Crown Prince's Study Attendant and look down on me, a seventh-ranked official who teaches painting?"
Fang Yun heard this and knew that Mr. Xiao was being serious. If it was Mr. Wang, he would be able to fool him. But this Mr. Xiao was too old-fashioned and could not be careless.
Fang Yun was secretly anxious. He had to say it, but it had to be reasonable. After a few breaths of silence, an idea came to him. He remembered that when he gave the 'Fox Rhymes' to Registrar Zhou, he had said that he used to sit by the river and meditate. Registrar Zhou had praised him as' enlightening himself by the river '.
"Although I have not learned how to paint, when I was young, I often sat by the river and thought about how to compose poems. If I was tired, I would pick up a branch and draw on the sand. At that time, I only knew how to draw randomly and did not know anything. After looking at Mr. Xiao's lesson plan, I suddenly understood. "
"You were really looking at my lesson plan? Then can you explain what light and darkness are? "Mr. Xiao's expression softened.
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