Zhou Mengde looked directly into Jiang Yan's eyes, and every word was sonorous and powerful.
"First, you are a painter, not my Fuyuan student;
Secondly, you can listen, but outsiders do not have the right to ask questions. You can learn whatever I tell you;
Thirdly, Fu Sheng should be respected in front of the stone tablet of the ancestral scriptures, but you have no respect for the Fu Garden.
To sum up these three points, I hope you won’t come again in the future!”
"Mr. Zhou, please forgive me. I didn't mean to do this, it's just due to my loose nature, even in Danqing Garden. I dare not blaspheme the "Zong Jing" of Fu Garden in the slightest.
Furthermore, forgive me for being arrogant, but these words and poems recorded in the "Zong Jing" are of no use to me."
After hearing this, Zhou Mengde's old-fashioned face actually put on a smile.
"There are many arrogant scholars among the scribes in the Qing Dynasty, but this is the first time I have seen someone arrogant enough to say that the "Zong Jing" is useless. Since you say it is useless, I will test you on the spot."
"Sir, please give me a question."
Jiang Gu stood with his hands in hand and his attitude was respectful. If he wanted to learn how to infuse spirits and inscribe spirits, he had to get Zhou Mengde's approval.
"Compose the state you were in when you were listening to the class in Fuyuan just now into a poem."
He relied entirely on the poetry and articles his teacher asked him to recite when he was in school. Zhou Mengde's questions really couldn't stump him.
"I am a landscape man from the Qing Dynasty, but I am lazy and crazy from the Heavenly religion.
I once granted coupons for rain and wind, and borrowed monthly stamps from clouds when I was tired.
Thousands of poems, thousands of cups of wine. How many times have I set my sights on the princes?
Jade Tower and Golden Tower return lazily, planting plum blossoms to be drunk by the setting sun."
Zhou Mengde originally looked down upon such a crazy life, but after finishing this poem, Zhou Mengde stayed where he was.
He has also seen some amazing poems written by geniuses, but none of them can compare with this poem.
I wandered among the mountains and rivers of Qingdu, and was born lazy and wild. The Emperor of Heaven once granted me the right to manage the situation, and I also submitted many memorials to retain the colorful clouds and borrow the moon.
I write thousands of poems, drink thousands of glasses of wine, and never look directly at the powerful. Even if I am a god in the heaven, I am too lazy to go, I just want to lie quietly under the setting sun with plum blossoms on my head.
The poem is bold and open-minded, but also reveals a strong sense of unruliness. Zhou Mengde was infected by the fairy-like indifference and freedom-loving temperament.
Using a poem to express one's temperament, there have been many romantic celebrities in the Wen Dynasty, and this poem alone is enough to rival these people.
"The nature of an elk is to enjoy leisure and leisure. I just misunderstood it."
Zhou Mengde's tone also softened a lot. From this poem, he knew that Jiang Yan was a talented person. The stone tablet of "Zong Jing" was crucial to the selection of subordinates, but it was indeed useless to him.
"Mr. Zhou, I would like to ask you for advice on the method of engraving spirits." Jiang Yan hurriedly stated his purpose.
"The Mingling Method is secretly taught by Wen Mansion. You are a foreigner, so according to the rules, it cannot be passed on to you. You are only a foreigner in Danqing Garden, but if you can come to my Fuyuan, I can find a way to make you an inner disciple.
"Sheng, I can naturally teach you the Spirit Inscription Technique!"
Zhou Mengde also developed a love for talent. He had forgotten how many years it had been since he had seen such a talented person, and he actually became a painter? Isn't this a waste of natural resources?
"The great civil examination, my anger was broken..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhou Mengde grabbed Jiang Yan's wrist and said, "What a pity!"
"Although the upper limit of your Qi sea is very low in terms of cultivation, what is needed to write Fu is not Qi sea, but your literary talent. If you concentrate on studying Fu, you can achieve some achievements."
"Sir, my hobby of painting does not conflict with my good writing skills."
"Do you want to study painting and poetry at the same time? People's energy is limited, and it is almost impossible to achieve success in painting and poetry at the same time. You'd better consider it," Zhou Mengde advised.
"There is no need to persuade Mr. Zhou, I have made up my mind."
"In this case…."
Zhou Mengde thought for a moment and said.
"Well, if you help me write an inscription, I can consider teaching you the inscription method and the spirit infusion method."
"Mr. Zhou, please speak"
"Among the eight prefectures, each prefecture is somewhat antagonistic, but our Wen Prefecture has a very good relationship with each prefecture, except of course the Confucian scholars in Xihe.
The reason for this is not only that Wenfu does not argue with others, but more importantly, Wenfu has many exchanges with other governments.
If you don’t sing, you should praise the poem you’re talking about. If you sing, you should praise the poem you’re talking about. People in Yuefu often ask Fu students to write lyrics for their music.
Almost all the Buddha statues in Xumi Mansion are made by painters or teachers from Danqingyuan. This time, after the craftsmen from Mo Mansion made an artifact, they wanted me to make an inscription to bless it."
"Mr. Zhou, may I ask what it is?" Jiang Yan asked.
Zhou Mengde took out a painting from his sleeve. After opening it, the spirit of the painting appeared. It turned out to be a large seal!
This seal is three feet square, square in shape as a whole, pitch black, with an engraved button on the top and red inscriptions on the bottom.
Moreover, it is also the mother seal, the mother seal seal button is Wolong, and the child seal seal button is Coiled Snake!
This square seal is extremely delicate in shape, with all sides flat and no traces of knife carving visible, and the dragon and snake are exquisite and lifelike.
"What a great seal," Jiang Yan praised.
"Of course, this is the work of the master craftsman of the Mo Mansion. It is called the Zimu Dragon Snake Seal. It is made of black jade and has been polished through one hundred and seventy-nine processes. Every step is secretly passed down by the Mo Mansion.
Good condition is rare in the world, and once used, it may have the power to conquer mountains and fill seas. It is precisely because of this that I find it difficult to write about it after much thought," Zhou Mengde said.
The craftsmen of the Mo Mansion can also imbue the things they create with spirits. Just by painting the spirits, Jiang Gu can already feel the extraordinary power of this child-mother seal.
“Students are willing to give it a try”
There is a deep connection between the painter and the craftsman. Previously, in Lin'an City, Jiang Yan had made drawings for the stonemason Lu Yangzi, and now he would not hesitate to make inscriptions for both public and private purposes.
"Okay, I'll give you three days. After you finish writing, you can hand it over to me for review. If you can get my approval, I will teach you the two methods of engraving the spirit and invigorating the spirit."
"It won't take three days. Sir, please wait for me for a moment."
There are very few inscriptions about seals, and there are even fewer articles that can be used as reference for creating inscriptions. There is no record in the "Zong Jing".
Therefore, most of the time, what one relies on for life is only one's own talent and dexterity.
Zhou Mengde didn't believe that he could write an article in a short period of time. He had taught in Wen Mansion for so many years and had seen countless talented people, but those who had the talent to rely on horses were only rare.
Jiang Yan rummaged through his mind, but unexpectedly, an article came to his mind.
"Mr. Zhou, I have it!"
"Tao Li carves a knife with a rainbow penetrating through the sun, and the seal is like lacquer without polishing. It polishes the stubborn and dull hands of gods and ghosts, and then it becomes a vessel after thousands of carvings. Skilled craftsmen carve words on the temples, and have thousands of books in the same chest. The sun is in the sky.
Snakes and dragons, the new poem is engraved into the thunder and wind. I am speechless and praise this seal, watching the king overthrow the sea and cover the moon."
At this moment, Zhou Mengde no longer knew how to describe Jiang Yan. Both his intention and his description of the seal fit perfectly.
"What a praise seal. It seems that I can't give you these two methods even if I don't want to."
Zhou Mengde, who has always been rigid, has a rare smile on his face
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