Chapter 187: A Thousand Trainings from the Confucian Mansion
Chapter 187 Thousands of Confucian Training
Lu Daoxuan took them to stay in Fuliyuan, and Jiang Yan also found a house close to the peach grove, where he could pick peaches by opening the window.
Li Wenling was a strange and wonderful man. Because the Confucian people treated Lu Daoxuan unfairly, he planted 100,000 peach trees to comfort his old friend.
His words were sincere, like a childish child with a childish heart.
Before they could rest for a while, a scholar from the Confucian Mansion came over to familiarize them with the rules of the Confucian Mansion.
On the wall of Fuliyuan, Jiang Yan finally understood why scholars and Confucian scholars disliked each other.
The walls of the courtyard are densely covered with Confucian rules, ranging from not eating after lunch to not drinking for no reason, to not eating or talking before going to bed. There are also regulations on dressing, wearing Confucian uniforms, and not wearing monsters; all aspects of life are unregulated.
There are rules for everything, big and small.
The rules of the Wen Mansion are just a few words, and the rules of the Confucian Mansion are an encyclopedia dictionary. Jump directly to the last item, which is marked with a serial number, No. 1,231!
The original idea was that guests should do as they please. After all, they have to abide by the rules of Xihe in the Confucian Mansion, but after reading this, Jiang Yan said that he simply couldn't do it.
"Senior brothers from the Wen Mansion, you can freely move around and visit the Confucian Mansion, but you must abide by the rules of the Confucian Mansion."
"This young scholar, I would like to ask what the punishment will be if you violate the rules," Jiang Yan asked.
"Usually it's whipping or confinement, and the whipping ranges from ten to fifty times."
Jiang Yan thought for a while and realized that with his body, which had been tempered by escaping from death countless times in the land of Yique, it shouldn't be a problem to resist him for thousands of times, so he lost the patience to watch.
Today is their first day in Xihe. Naturally, you are also very curious about the environment here. The scholar has just talked about the second point. Scholars do not drink for no reason. When they turn around, they find that everyone in the yard has disappeared!
Gather the people of the Wen Mansion and make them obey the rules of the Confucian Mansion. This is something that cannot be done in the Wen Mansion. How can it be done in Xihe?
Fu Changlin took Zhao Suixian and Lin Wanxi directly to Taolin with wine and changed places. Of course, they had to get together to recite poems and write poems. Banquets and conversations were the favorites of scribes.
Jiang Yan couldn't chat with them, so he left Fuliyuan with Shui Wuxin and planned to go around the Confucian Mansion.
If there is one thing worth encouraging about the people of Confucianism, it is that there are many farmlands around Confucianism. The Wen River flows to the west and the Jishui River flows to the east. The two rivers converge to nourish thousands of lands.
This is also due to the first generation of Confucian scriptures, the word "chuanfu" is cultivated and read.
At this time, it was drizzling in the sky. Outside of the walking field, I saw people sitting on the backs of cows in the fields, holding half a book in the drizzle. Although the scenery here is not as spectacular as the mountains and rivers, there is still more life.
gas.
Shui Wuxin saw Niu's eyes shining brightly, he couldn't hide his liking for something.
"Do you like cows?" Jiang Yan asked.
Shui Wuxin was stunned for a moment, then thought for a moment before nodding and answering.
"That's right, I have something to do, just wait for me."
Shui Wuxin ran directly to the fields and followed the cows. Wherever the cows went, he would follow them.
"Are you scribes all behaving so strangely?"
A crisp voice came from behind Jiang Lian. Jiang Lian looked back and saw that it was a seven or eight-year-old child, wearing a black and white t-shirt. He was obviously a student of the Confucian School.
Jiang Qian was also surprised. This child was already a Confucian scholar at a young age. Needless to say, he had the gift of sacrificing his life, and he also had extraordinary bones and bones that were rarely seen in the world.
After seeing this child, Jiang Yan couldn't help but sigh secretly, no wonder the Confucian Mansion is the best in the world. Jiang Yan has only seen one child with such qualifications in Yunzhou, and that is Yaya!
"We painters basically all have our own unique hobbies. For example, Lu Daoxuan, the best painter in the world, used to live in the mountains and forests when he was young. He would sit in danger all day long, observing the misty clouds and the wind, moon and gloomy sky in the morning and evening. For example, when I paint, I will first talk to the person he is painting.
The painted objects come into close contact, and Shui Wuxin naturally does the same."
"Then he wants to draw a cow?"
Shui Wuxin followed a green cow, bending down frequently.
"Probably"
"You are also a painter, can you make a painting for me?" the child asked.
"You? Why should I paint for you?"
"My name is Yan Ci. I am an enlightened Confucian scholar and have the bones of a saint. It is your honor to paint for me."
Although Yan Ci is not tall, he has a proud look on his back.
"You stinky kid, go away"
Jiang Yan kicked the child on the butt. Unexpectedly, Yan Ci became even more angry, and thunder wrapped around his fingertips. Jiang Yan also did not expect that Yan Ci was young but his strength should not be underestimated.
After the thunderbolt fell on the body, although it did not cause much damage, the body still felt numb after being tempered for thousands of times.
If it were an ordinary person, Yan Ci's blow would be enough to hurt an adult. He didn't know the severity of the attack at such a young age, which made Jiang Yan frown slightly.
It happened that Shui Wuxin also walked over excitedly at this time. Originally Jiang Yan thought he was painting the cow, so he followed the cow's butt, but Shui Wuxin was holding a bunch of...
"Is this what you're doing?"
Jiang Yan's expression was as embarrassed as if he had eaten a big pile of jellyfish. Fortunately, he had defended himself in every possible way just now. He didn't expect that Shui Wuxin's real purpose was cow dung.
"Is it possible? This is the best bait. It's easy to catch big fish on rainy days!"
For a fishing fanatic, as long as he can fish, he doesn't care whether he is embarrassed and thrown into the Xihe River.
"It turns out that you scribes don't like cows, but you like cow dung."
Being laughed at by a little kid, Jiang Yan's face became a little uneasy. After Yan Ci saw Shui Wuxin's appearance, he spoke unabashedly.
"This sister is so pretty..."
With the above bait, Shui Wuxin was initially excited, but after hearing Yan Ci's words, he felt displeased. Although he looks like a boy or a girl, he hates other people talking about his gender.
"I am male!"
"Oh, I remembered. Many senior brothers said that Qingdu is very masculine. Many male painters like to dress up like women, like sissies!"
These words made Shui Wuxin run into a rage, no longer caring that the person in front of him was still just a child.
No one would like a child who has been spoiled since he was a child, and who doesn't speak well. However, Jiang Yan still stopped Shui Wuxin who wanted to teach him a lesson.
"Are you carrying the bones of a saint?" Jiang Yan asked.
"Yes!" Yan Ci raised his head proudly.
"The rain is getting heavier and heavier. It doesn't matter to us ordinary people if we get wet in the rain. Should a genius like you find a place to hide from the rain? It will be a shame if we get soaked in the rain."
The rain in summer comes quickly and suddenly, and it only takes a short time to go from light rain to heavy rain.
"Well, that's right."
"Then why don't you quickly find a place to hide from the rain? Look at that tree. It's so dense and can be used to hide from the rain."
Jiang Yan pointed at a big tree not far away, and then said in a seductive way.
"good"
Yan Ci hurriedly ran towards the tree. After running under the tree, he made a face at the two idiots who were soaked in the rain.
"Why don't you let me teach him a lesson?" Shui Wuxin was a little dissatisfied.
"These are members of the Yan family, Confucian disciples. Wouldn't it be even more ironic if they were struck by lightning?"
Jiang Yan smiled evilly, and suddenly, thunder fell from the sky and connected to the big tree.
With a click, the two of them hugged each other and the thick tree broke in half. Shui Wuxin couldn't help but tremble.
"Why didn't I realize you were so bad before?"
"Don't smear my name. You saw it too. He was struck by lightning. What does it have to do with me? What's more, the bones of a saint will not die for a while!"