After Fang Yun finished editing Early Plum Blossoms, he continued to practice calligraphy.
Registrar Zhou had asked him to write Fox Rhymes later, but Fang Yun would occasionally write a paragraph when he was practicing calligraphy. Today, after finishing the last paragraph, Fang Yun covered it with a piece of white paper and wrote Fox Rhymes.
Nunu happily jumped on it and rolled on it, crying out. She didn't care about the ink stains on her body. All the ink would naturally fall off when it touched her.
At the same time, Fang Yun felt something strange in the Palace of Literature. He immediately entered the Palace of Literature.
Fang Yun was shocked to discover that because he had mastered Fox Rhymes and had been accumulating his talent over the past few days, his Talent Qi had grown to ten inches! Once he broke through, he would become a scholar.
Fang Yun immediately looked up at the Palace of Literature. The vortex of literature was still there, but there was a new star in the sky that was comparable to Epigraph of My Shack.
"Fox Rhymes is not bad, but it can't be compared to Epigraph of My Shack. However, this new star is so bright because Fox Rhymes has a powerful enlightenment effect. It has great significance to the Saint Origin World. Therefore, even if my 'literary talent' is lacking, my 'literary talent' is extremely strong. Although I'm not a great talent, I've made a great contribution! No wonder Registrar Zhou ordered the Punishment Hall to seal my mouth. "
Fang Yun also saw that the two stars representing Pillow Chronicles and Three Character Classic were growing the fastest. Especially the Three Character Classic, which was only circulated in the Great Source Mansion's literature department, academies, and private schools. However, it had become so bright, indicating that it had made a great contribution to enlightenment.
"It seems that I've made the right choice to write first. Although I'm not a great talent, I've made a great contribution to my talent."
"Should I stop killing demons for now and stay at home to slowly train until I become a Saint?"
As Fang Yun was thinking, the vortex of literature suddenly slowed down.
"That's not right! If I didn't have the vortex of literature, I wouldn't have a problem retreating from killing demons. However, I've already formed the vortex of literature by writing the first half of the Song of Righteousness. In the future, I'll have to rely on the Song of Righteousness to condense my literary courage. If I don't have the courage now, how can I face the Saint Origin World in the future? Since I've chosen the Great Dao of Righteousness and perfected the Great Dao of Righteousness, I must not fear the demons and barbarians! Sacrificing oneself for a noble cause, sacrificing one's life for righteousness! What's more, an Elementary Scholar is only an armchair strategist. If I want to become an Imperial Scholar, I will have to personally fight against demons and barbarians. There's no way I can break through! "
The vortex of literary gall suddenly sped up.
"What's more, if you're one step faster, you'll be faster at every step. Others would only be able to pass the Elementary Scholar examination once, but I have to pass it twice. If I can become an Outstanding Scholar, I will have to pass the Elementary Scholar examination once more. That would be four times! "
Fang Yun took another look at the Literary Gallbladder Vortex and thought of the Movement of the Literary Star.
"I wonder when I will be able to trigger the Movement of the Literary Stars."
Fang Yun withdrew from the School of Literature and continued to study, consolidate his talent, and strive to break through as soon as possible.
On the other side of Great Origin City, Liu Zicheng visited Zhuang Ying, who was recuperating in bed.
Liu Zicheng passed a bottle of medicine to him and said, "This is a top-notch Muscle Revitalization Ointment. It contains the skin of a demon elephant and the glue of a demon turtle. It will ensure that your scabs will form in two days and you will be as good as new in five days."
"Zicheng, I wasn't able to help you. Instead, I helped that rascal Fang Yun and was forced to swear an oath. I've let you down." Zhuang Ying took the bottle of medicine guiltily.
Liu Zicheng said, "We're all family. If I were you, I might not be as good as you. Who would have thought that Fang Yun would be so cunning as to use Li Wenying's poem to set a trap for you? "
Zhuang Ying knew that Fang Yun had no idea that he was going to destroy the poem and that he was the one who brought shame upon himself. However, he was still happy to hear what Liu Zicheng said.
"You swore on your literary gall that you would not 'take the initiative' to help our Liu family, but our Liu family helping you will not waver your literary gall. If you don't pass the Grand Scholar examination in five years, you won't become an official. What do you think, brother-in-law? "
Zhuang Ying said hatefully, "If I can't take the exam in five years, my literary gall will be worn down. It's better for me to become an official as soon as possible!"
"You can't go to the Arts Department, but you can use the excuse of atonement to go to the army and go to the north. The army has four armies in the north. One was crippled by the Wolf Barbarians last year, one is barely holding on, one is impenetrable, and the last one is under the control of Uncle. Do you want to go to the army or the path of an official? "
Zhuang Ying hesitated and asked, "Is it safe in the army?"
"Those scholars can still die in battle. I'll give you a position in the army. You don't have to go to the battlefield. You can only recite some 'battle poems' and 'motivating poems' before the battle, and recite some 'peace of mind' poems after the battle. What's there to be afraid of?"
"That's good! I want to go to the north as soon as possible. I don't want to stay in Jiangzhou. "
Liu Zicheng nodded and said, "What do you think of Fang Yun?"
Zhuang Ying was not a despicable person like Liu Zicheng. He looked ashamed and said, "If it wasn't for his young age and low position, I'm afraid I would have been convinced by him. You know in your heart that he can recite the Analects of Confucius at such a young age. He can use the words of Confucius to his advantage. In time, he will become a Half-saint! "
Liu Zicheng understood what Zhuang Ying was implying and said, "I heard that the Elementary Scholar class will be going to kill demons soon. Some people want to use some tricks instead of attacking directly. Do you think I should stop them?"
Zhuang Ying was a High Scholar after all. Being muddle-headed did not mean that he would be muddle-headed forever. He hurriedly said, "You must stop them! If Fang Yun returns safely, then nothing will happen. But if Fang Yun is really killed by demons and barbarians because of some small matter, then the punishment hall will definitely take action. At the very least, the Great Scholar will bring people over. It's not a big deal to harm Fang Yun's Literary Name. In the eyes of those people, it's just training. But if Fang Yun dies, then the highest person in Jingguo might come in person in anger. He might even use the Divine Temple's decades of accumulation to investigate. "
Liu Zicheng nodded. The highest person in Jingguo was naturally Chen Guanhai. Half-saint's power was limitless. If Chen Guanhai's name was used to harm people, then he would definitely have the "Heaven's Perception". Thus, he would involuntarily do things that were beneficial to Fang Yun and nip the danger in the bud.
"Sigh, I actually hope that he can become a pre-saint talent. Then the demons and traitors will definitely assassinate him."
Zhuang Ying was silent.
Liu Zicheng sighed softly and said, "What a pity. Before I came, I received news that the "Great Scholar's Filthy Writings" appeared in Qushui River. It attracted the attention of a snake demon commander. A demon commander is equivalent to a Grand Scholar. Ten people from the High Scholar class and a High Scholar Storyteller clashed with the Demon Snake Commander. These people were originally no match for the Demon Snake Commander, but the High Scholar Storyteller had a Grand Scholar literary treasure from the Institute of Literature that temporarily stalled the Demon Snake Commander. Then, he sought help from the nearest county. The County Magistrate of Qushui County immediately led all the High Scholars in the county.
"They killed the snake demon?"
"How is that possible? Not only is the snake demon cunning, it also has the Great Scholar's Filthy Writings. Do you know what the Great Scholar's Filthy Writings is? "
"Usually, it's the blood of a great demon's heart to suppress it."
"Wrong, there's a drop of demon sage's blood on it!"
"Could it be that the Great Scholar's Filthy Writings was written by a Half-saint before he became a saint?"
"Of course. Luckily, it's only a fragment. The snake demon commander was still no match for it and escaped into the Yangtze River with heavy injuries. The prefecture army has already been dispatched and will clean up all the demons within a radius of three hundred miles. This will prevent any fish from escaping the net and prevent the snake demon commander from coming back. "
"Did you get the Great Scholar's Filthy Writings? If it was sent to the Notre-Dame to wash away the demon sage's blood, it would definitely be able to protect the city. Only the five great demons or the Great Barbarian King would be able to break through the protection of the Great Scholar's Filthy Writings. "
"Unfortunately, you didn't get it. It's said that tonight, Li Wenying will bring the Holy Writings that Chen Sheng left in Jade Sea City to search for it again. I originally wanted you to volunteer to go today. Even if you can't get the Great Scholar's Filthy Writings, killing some demon soldiers would be good. Unfortunately, this happened. Fang Yun really caused a lot of trouble! "Liu Zicheng said.
"Sigh …" Zhuang Wei sighed lightly, deeply regretful.
The next morning, the weather was exceptionally clear and there were no clouds for ten thousand miles.
As usual, Fang Yun went to the Literary Academy, but just as he left the academy, he found the teacher of the Fang Family Academy, He Yutang, waiting outside.
"Brother He, this is …"
He Yutang smiled embarrassedly, "I also like painting, but I've never been able to reach the first level of painting. I heard that you also know painting and even helped the famous Xiao Yi break through. I wanted to give you some pointers on the way to the Literary Academy. I won't waste your time. Once we reach the Literary Academy, I'll leave immediately. "
Fang Yun smiled, "I can't teach you anything else, but I can teach you Yin and Yang, light and dark."
"Enough, that's enough." He Yutang was overjoyed.
"Let's go, get in the car."
In the car, Fang Yun explained the concept of Yin and Yang from yesterday's painting. The Yin and Yang of painting was light and dark, while drawing had an additional gray outside the light and dark, forming the three major sides. Yin and Yang and the three major sides had different names, but they were actually the same concept. It was just that drawing had a more detailed explanation.
The famous painter Yao Mingkui's 《Teaching Plan for Fine Brush Painting》 mentioned that it was best to learn how to draw the three major sides of painting, fusing them with the concept of Yin and Yang.
Fang Yun naturally had to implement the teaching concept of the famous painter of the future, otherwise he would be misleading others.
When they arrived at the entrance of the Literary Academy, He Yutang left. Fang Yun carried his backpack and walked towards the Literary Academy.
There were more than twenty people standing at the entrance of the Literary Academy. There were students from the Literary Academy, white-haired old men, and refined middle-aged men. There were even people wearing seventh-rank official robes.
"He's Fang Yun!" a high scholar from the Literary Academy shouted as he pointed at Fang Yun.
Fang Yun jumped in fright. If it weren't for that person's happy expression and the fact that everyone seemed to be carrying a bag of paintings, he would definitely have turned around and run.
More than twenty people rushed over. Fang Yun didn't know whether to leave or not. He could only helplessly walk forward slowly. Tan Yu and Nie Shi immediately blocked in front of Fang Yun.
"Don't misunderstand, don't misunderstand! We are all people who love painting. This is Jiang Zhou's master painter, Hu Moyuan. Although he's only an elementary scholar, he's already reached the realm of vivid and lifelike painting in his early years. Yesterday, we heard about your Yin, Yang, Light, and Dark technique. It's as if we've been enlightened. That Xiao Jian won't come out, so we can only come here to ask for your guidance. You only need to explain it one more time, and we'll each take out our best works as thanks. "
"So you're all great painters. My apologies!" Fang Yun said with a smile. Even if these people casually drew a painting, they could sell it for more than ten taels of silver. For example, Hu Moyuan only sold five paintings a year, and each painting could sell for at least a thousand taels of silver.
Thus, Fang Yun explained the Yin, Yang, and Dark technique once more. Everyone was enlightened, and were extremely grateful to Fang Yun. They all presented their own paintings.
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