Meng Kuyin, who is the eunuch of Wenfu and one of the most powerful scholars in the world, with him here, no one would dare to come to his door without opening his eyes, especially after Meng Kuyin mercilessly killed the servants in front of the palace.
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Jiang Yan suddenly remembered, shouldn't Meng Kuyin be in charge of the Qing capital? Why did he come all the way to the border of Yunzhou? Is it just to protect himself?
"Brother Zhou, you and Mr. Meng will appear here."
Meng Kuyin didn't mention it, Jiang Yan could only ask Zhou Xiaoshi, who was Meng Kuyin's disciple.
"Thanks to you, there will be a battle in Xihe Ehu. Mr. Lu has a bet with the people in the Confucian Mansion. If you can defeat Yan Youqin, you will return Yunxinan to the Wen Mansion. This trip with Master and I is
In order to claim this place," Zhou Xiaoshi said.
"I used to hear Mr. Lu talking about it all the time, saying that this was the Holy Land of Wen Mansion stolen by the Confucian Mansion. Yunxi South was not owned by the Wen Mansion, and he would die in peace, but I don't know much about this place."
"I only heard from my master in the past two days that the southern foot of Yunxi River can be said to be the birthplace of Wenfu. It is the place where the first generation of Wenfu, Wen Zhenggong, was born, became enlightened, and practiced cultivation.
After that, countless scribes regarded it as a holy place, where they explored the style of the first generation palace lords and lived in seclusion, leaving behind many rare relics, including the second generation palace lords Xiaoyao Gong, Changli Gong and Mr. Lu, all of whom have authentic works.
This is the place where many sages from the civil society are buried.
Some people even say that half of the world's cultural heritage belongs to the Qing Dynasty, and the other half is hidden in the clouds."
"Why so few people in the Qing capital know about such an important place, and how did it fall into the hands of the Confucian government?"
"It has only been three years since we became members of the Wen family, but it has been nearly three hundred years since Yunxinan fell into the hands of the Confucian family. This is the shame of the Wen family. The old people who know it are ashamed to mention it again, so we, the younger generation,
Being born late is unheard of.
As for how it fell into the hands of the Confucian government, it is said to have something to do with Zhao Wuxie, a disciple of Changli Gong at that time. What happened specifically did not happen, and I don’t know."
Meng Kuyin was of course very happy that the southern foot of Yunxi River was about to return to the Wen Mansion. This was one of the most important reasons why the teachings and teachings of the Wen Mansion changed Jiang Chan's mind. After all, the biggest contributor among them was Jiang Chan.
Jiang Yan rode the Dapeng Fu back and forth in the original, passing through the sky. After climbing over a mountain that stretched for hundreds of miles in front of him, he finally saw the southern foot of Yunxi River.
It was late autumn in the Qing capital at this time, the sky was slightly cold and everything was decaying, but the southern foothills of Yunxi River were still full of vitality, with red and green colors as far as the eye could see.
Yunzhou is mountainous, but the terrain here is flat and open, with luxuriant water and grass.
A meandering stream carries blue waves, like jade belts spread out across thousands of miles of fertile fields.
An ancient city named Yunlu is located between the winding Yunxi River, like a bright pearl embedded in this thousand-mile plain.
Dapeng hovers at low altitude, everything in the city comes into view, and all the buildings have ancient charm.
"This is Yunlu, which is as famous as the Qing Dynasty..." Meng Kuyin was quite excited.
"Late student Kong Yingda, may I ask if the person here is Mr. Meng Kuyin, the edict of the Wen family?"
A middle-aged Confucian scholar appeared on top of Yunlu City and stopped a few people.
"Yes, today I'm here to visit Dr. Kong Kaiping, a Confucian scholar."
"Brother Kong Kaiping left the city today to visit friends and has not returned yet."
"It doesn't matter, I'll wait for him to come back at Yunlu."
Meng Kuyin has decided that he will spend a year and a half in Yunlu City, not to mention three or two days.
"In this case, Mr. Meng, please do it yourself. I will report to you as soon as possible when my father comes back."
Kong Yingda is also a smart man. He certainly knows why the people from the Wen Mansion are here. They cannot be dismissed with a few words, so he simply welcomes them directly into the city.
"Since Kong Kaiping is not here, I will take you to have a good tour here. I still remember that the last time I came here, I was just a scholar who gave up my life just like you!"
"Come this way"
Meng Kuyin took them not into the city, but directly to a remote wilderness in Yunlu.
Here, there is a pavilion with flowing water, flowers and quiet grass, and it is very peaceful and peaceful.
"I heard from my husband that there was a grand meeting here many years ago. More than a dozen top scribes had a banquet here. The flowing water drank wine and recited poems. It was the most elegant thing in the world. It was hosted by Wen Zhenggong himself.
Cao Cao wrote an eternally famous article, "Preface to Yunxi"
Meng Kuyin's voice was slightly trembling, and even someone with a high level of cultivation like him had incomparable yearning in his eyes.
Jiang Yan was a painter, and he also had high achievements in Fu, but he was not very proficient in calligraphy. However, these three words caused a huge stir in Zhou Xiaoshi's mind.
"The best book post in the world, Preface to Yunxi? Isn't it lost?"
"Lost? The sequence of Yunxi is at Yunlu, right here."
Meng Kuyin took them to the pavilion beside Yunxi River. There was a strong restriction outside the pavilion. Kong Kaiping never allowed people from Yunlu to approach here.
But now that Yunlu has returned to the Wen Mansion, Meng Kuyin certainly doesn't care about the rules set by the Confucian Mansion. With a swipe of his hand, the restriction was broken after a moment of stalemate.
A stone tablet in the pavilion was covered with a piece of cloth. Meng Kuyin did not step forward rashly, but bowed respectfully to the stone tablet twice.
Meng bowed bitterly, and Jiang Lun and Zhou Xiaoshi certainly did not dare to stand. After all, they were also scribes.
After the salute, Meng Kuyin's trembling hands removed the white cloth, revealing the original appearance of the stone tablet!
"At the time of frost, in the troubled times of the three autumns, scholars and sages gathered in Lanxi..."
When the words and sentences on the stone tablet appeared in Jiang Chan's field of vision, even Jiang Chan, who was not familiar with calligraphy, was shocked. Each stroke was breathtaking.
Even this stone tablet is like a world in Jiang Gu's eyes. Every line is extremely beautiful, every word is elegant and graceful, and it all comes to life like a dragon walking in the sky.
"Floating like clouds, powerful like a swimming dragon, charming and vigorous, unparalleled in ancient and modern times"
"After I left here, I spent seven years in seclusion before I achieved my current calligraphy attainments. This is why I brought you here."
The best book stickers in the world have always been hidden here. Zhou Xiaoshi has great talent and is the best candidate for cultivation and understanding. As Meng Kuyin expected, Zhou Xiaoshi was immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself.
In Su Kou's eyes, these calligraphy only felt beautiful and had a unique rhythm, but he didn't know what was so good about them.
"Jiang Qian, you are proficient in painting and writing poetry, but you are not good at calligraphy. Today is a good time to take a look and see if you have any insights," Meng Kuyin said.
"This method of affixing seals should be the best in ancient and modern times. The characters are all reflected in the tape. They may be large or small according to the hand. Every word is a law of calligraphy."
“Not bad, very discerning”
"I'm not afraid of Mr. Meng's jokes. I only have eyesight left. If I want to achieve success in calligraphy, I must copy for many years. I don't have such talent and patience anymore."
Jiang Gu smiled and rejected Meng Kuyin's kindness. His talent in Danqing was quite good. He had made some achievements in painting in his two lives. As for Fu, he had memorized famous works through the ages. He asked him to start practicing calligraphy again, which made him
Embarrassed.
Seeing Daoya holding a butcher's knife and making gestures in front of Lanxi, Jiang Yan hurriedly took him back.
"Little ancestor, please don't move around. This is the best book in the world. If you destroy a single word, countless people will come after you."