Chapter 67

Zhuang Ying's hand was shaking.

He knew he was motivated. He thought that even if Fang Yun fought back, it would not cause unpredictable consequences, so he came to find Fang Yun's trouble, take a breath for the Liu family and make his wife and Liu family happy.

But who could have thought that a bachelor would let a mere child student revise his poetry!

That's Li Wenying's poem. It's a scholar who almost slaughters dragons. It's an official who dares to kill Jinshi directly. It's also a crazy student who scolds Zuo Xiang as an old dog.

Zhuang Ying knew that even if the poem was smeared like this, Li Wenying would laugh it off. After all, it was a misunderstanding. Li Wenying could not do anything to him, but Li Wenying's old students could not laugh it off, all the officials of the literary academy could not laugh it off, and the literati in Jiangzhou could not laugh it off.

Those people will try to make things difficult for him. Once they catch hold of him, they will not hesitate to use the most severe punishment. If they are careless, they will be banned from participating in the imperial examination. He has no ability to invite the holy election.

Several people who had followed Zhuang Ying left silently. This was not to abandon old friends, but to know current affairs as Junjie.

One said that Lang Su had always worshipped Li Wenying. He couldn't help scolding: "the shame of scholars, the bedbug of the literary academy, one raised his son to destroy the children, and lost all the faces of scholars! You can't live for your sins!" then he left with a black face.

After experiencing surprise and ridicule, many people looked at Zhuang Ying with a little pity and knew that he was finished.

Fang Yun continued to eat like a person who had nothing to do.

Lu Yu said with a bad smile, "no more words?"

"The joy of having enough to eat and drink is better than falling into a well." Fang Yun smiled and continued to eat.

All the students nodded one after another. This is what a scholar should have.

Many people just admire Fang Yun's talent and don't know much about his morality, especially those high-ranking scholars. When they learned that Yan Yuewen palace was broken and Liu Zicheng knelt down to apologize, they all thought Fang Yun was too cruel, but now the other party's attitude towards Fang Yun has changed greatly.

"It is worthy of being a great talent who can write the inscription on the humble room. The humble room has a good determination and better accommodation."

"I won't despise poor students in the future. I'm not as generous as I am."

"It's not easy for someone in Jiangzhou to be ranked among the four talents. We must not be destroyed by ourselves. If anyone pollutes Fang's literary name again in the future, everyone remember to help."

"That's nature." everyone nodded and agreed.

Zhuang Ying was ashamed to die when he heard these comments. This time, he not only failed to hit Fang Yun, but made Fang Yun famous in the State Academy of literature.

He dared not stay here any longer and hurried away.

The crowd also left one after another.

After dinner, Fang Yun left and went back to Moxiang house to study.

In the afternoon, the first and second classes are still taught by Mr. Wang, while the last two classes are different from usual. They are Danqing classes. Fang Yun was stunned when he heard the name of this class for the first time. He immediately found that it could not be called "Chinese painting", so there was no saying of traditional Chinese painting.

Ancient Chinese paintings were mostly vermilion and cyan, so they were called Danqing.

The last two classes in the afternoon of the first, third, fifth and seventh days of every ten days teach Danqing, guqin, calligraphy and go respectively.

The better the calligraphy, the stronger the power of poetry. This is a compulsory skill for all readers.

Danqing, guqin and go can be repaired, but not repaired, because the three are not only more difficult, but also costly.

Ordinary Guqin and go have no power. Only when they become Wen Bao can they have great power.

Painting does not need literary treasures, but it needs demon blood and ink to bear the power of talent, and it often takes more than ten years of practice to reach the most basic "poetic and picturesque" realm. It is very difficult to become a talent with a certain attack ability. At present, only meticulous painting can be used in combat, and freehand painting can not stimulate the power of talent.

However, the power of Qin and chess painting is far less than that of war poetry, which consumes equal talent. The power of Qin and chess painting is only one-third of that of war poetry.

Although Qin and chess are not powerful, the advantage is that they can attack continuously.

Paintings can be preserved for a certain period of time, and the only way to preserve war poems is "holy books". Except for semi holy aristocratic families, anyone who wants to get "holy books" can only get them through the calligraphy mountain, and only one or two books have been produced in a hundred years. Its rarity is still above the great Confucian literary treasures.

Fang Yun has decided to concentrate on practicing calligraphy. It's not worth spending time on Qin and chess painting, but to master the basic usage of Qin and chess painting, you must be able to use Qin and chess Wenbao, and painting is not suitable for deep learning at present.

Fang Yun has read some books before. The calligraphy of Shengyuan mainland was first paid attention to, but the Qin and chess painting has not been paid attention to. It has only gradually developed in the past 200 years. But decades ago, Lien Chan's poetry was only regarded as a path, and the Qin and chess painting has become a subsidiary. Even if some talented scholars work hard to study the Qin and chess painting, it still develops slowly.

"Taking painting as an example, although the development is OK, only a few people such as Gu Kaizhi, a bachelor, have painting names, while later famous artists such as Wu Daozi, the saint of painting, have not been born, and only a small part of the 18 strokes, Cun rubs and various dot dyeing methods known to later generations have appeared."

Fang Yun was thinking that Mr. Xiao, who taught meticulous painting, came in. He was not a talker, but a Qipin idle official of the State Academy of literature. He loved Danqing very much and lacked interest in calligraphy.

During the break, Fang Yun learned from Li Yuncong that Mr. Xiao had already reached the "poetic and picturesque" in the first stage of Danqing and had been impacting the "lifelike" state in the second stage, but he had not been able to break through.

Mr. Xiao is a serious man. He went behind the desk. Fang Yun and the other six stood up to greet him. He nodded and motioned the people to sit down.

"Are you Fang Yun?" Mr. Xiao's expression was stiff, but his tone was very kind.

"Yes," Fang Yun said.

"Have you ever studied Danqing before?"

"Never."

Mr. Xiao thought for a moment without expression and said, "I can't delay other people's courses for you. I have a lesson plan here. You can take it for self-study. You can ask me what you don't understand after school. I'm in the library on weekdays. If you don't have a course, you can ask me at any time."

"Thank you, Mr. Xiao." Fang Yun stepped forward gratefully, took Mr. Xiao's teaching plan and sat behind him to teach himself.

At the beginning of Mr. Xiao's lecture, Fang Yun looked through the lesson plan below. This lesson plan first explained the knowledge of pen, ink, paper, inkstone and pigment required for meticulous painting. As Fang Yun read it, a textbook of meticulous painting lesson plan written by Yao Kui, a famous meticulous painter, automatically emerged in his mind. Many words emerged, which Fang Yun can compare with.

Mr. Xiao's teaching plan involves many unique pigments and materials of Shengyuan continent, including monster hair or demon blood. When Fang Yun reads silently, he will naturally form a book in the world of strange books.

When Fang Yun finished reading the basic knowledge and painting techniques, the problem came. The teaching plan in the wonderful book world was more correct than that of Mr. Xiao. Fang Yun had to abandon Mr. Xiao's and read "Mr. Yao".

Fang Yun gradually became fascinated. He mainly looked at the teaching plan in the wonderful book world, and didn't turn to Mr. Xiao's teaching plan for a long time.

During his lecture, Mr. Xiao watched Fang Yun several times and found that he didn't turn the page for a long time. He seemed to be in a perfunctory daze. He secretly sighed that the great talent was not interested in painting and was very disappointed.

Several students found the problem and secretly went to see Fang Yun to remind him, but he was lowering his head and couldn't see their hint.

As time went by, Fang Yun read very fast in the strange book world. Before Mr. Xiao finished speaking, he had read the complete teaching plan of meticulous painting. Some incomprehensible terms can be explained in other books, which made Fang Yun have a great understanding of and even interested in meticulous painting.

"Unfortunately, I can't be distracted now. I'd better practice my words and read the holy classics. At least I have to be admitted to the Jinshi to find time to learn painting."

Fang Yun left the world of strange books and began to read Mr. Xiao's teaching plan.

This time he was not studying, but referring to the teaching plan of meticulous painting. He turned it quickly and found many loopholes and mistakes.

Fang Yun's quick page turning was found by Mr. Xiao. Mr. Xiao just frowned slightly and didn't say anything.

After the lecture, Mr. Xiao said, "Fang Yun, since you read today's course, let me ask you what's wrong with Lu Yu's peony picture?"

Fang Yun didn't know that Mr. Xiao misunderstood that he didn't study. He thought it was a normal school examination. He turned to the picture on Lu Yu's desk and said casually: "first, from the flower leaf, the tip of the flower leaf is too thick, but the root of the flower leaf is too thin, which violates the basic light and shade."

Mr. Xiao couldn't help staring, walked over quickly and said, "you really saw his problem at a glance! Light and dark? It's not in my teaching plan. Can you explain it?"

Five scholars looked at Fang Yun, and Lu Yu said, "Fang Yun, you don't even understand the painting? You just said you haven't painted. Can you have new ideas just by reading your teacher's teaching plan?"

Fang Yun saw that the eyes of the six people were wrong and hurriedly said, "I just said casually. Don't misunderstand."

Unexpectedly, Mr. Xiao said with a straight face, "why, when you, a former boy, become a prince, you despise me, a seven grade official who teaches Danqing?"

Fang Yun knew that Mr. Xiao was serious. If he were Mr. Wang, he would fool him, but Mr. Xiao was too old-fashioned to be vague.

Fang Yun was worried. He didn't say no. he said it must be reasonable. He was silent for a few seconds and had an idea. When he handed over the fox rhyme to master Zhou for the record, he said that he had sat by the river to meditate before and was praised by master Zhou as "understanding by the river".

"Although I didn't learn how to draw, when I was a child, I often thought about how to write poetry by the river. If I was tired, I would pick up branches and draw on the sand. At that time, I only knew graffiti and didn't understand anything. After reading my husband's teaching plan, I suddenly realized something."

"Are you really reading my teaching plan? Then explain what is light and dark?" Mr. Xiao's expression eased a lot.

Fang Yun couldn't hide from it. He could only release the theory of "Yin-Yang light and shade" and "three sides" of sketch in traditional Chinese painting. He pointed to the painting and said, "there are three sides of light and shade, namely bright side, gray side and dark side. With shadow, it can show the irradiation of light, so as to make the leaf more... Real." Fang Yun almost said it more three-dimensional.