Jiang Yan observed carefully and found that these words were the same as the words left on the ancient scrolls in the Confucian Library Pavilion, and they were all written in Huangwenfeng script.
Those old Confucian scholars in the Confucian government have spent their entire lives trying to decipher the contents on the stone tablets and ancient scrolls. However, for hundreds or thousands of years, they have only been able to decipher the contents in case of error, and they still don’t know whether they are wrong.
"Mr. Meng, is it really true that no one can read Huang Wenfeng's book?"
“The great secret of truth that many people in the world are exploring is actually hidden in the Huangwenfeng Book.
Although the Huangwenfeng Book has been lost for nearly two thousand years, it would be too arbitrary to say that absolutely no one can crack it, but if anyone can crack it, it must be a scribe," Meng Kuyin said with great certainty.
"Why is this?"
"Speaking of which, we have to talk about this from the unparalleled enlightenment of our Wen family."
Jiang Yan didn't expect that an inexplicable stone slab was actually related to Wushuang's enlightenment.
"Actually, whether it is enlightenment of scribes or Confucian scholars, or musicians, monks, or martial artists, these enlightenments are just the most common kinds of enlightenment.
Although ordinary enlightenment is infinitely powerful, it is ultimately inferior to many special enlightenments.
But no matter how strong those special enlightenments are, they can never shake the status of the Eight Prefectures, because there are still some unparalleled enlightenments hidden in the Eight Prefectures, just like Linshi Enlightenment in the Confucian Mansion.
Wenfu also had two kinds of unparalleled enlightenment. In Wen Zhenggong's generation, there was an edict named Jingjie Gong You Zhengshi.
Duke Jingjie was enlightened for the second time in his later years, and suddenly understood the text that was most closely related to the Dao, Huang Wenfeng Shu. After that, Duke Jingjie went into seclusion and began to decipher ancient scrolls, and Wenfu became the decryptor among the Eight Prefectures.
The most places.
After Duke Jingjie died, he also left this unparalleled enlightenment to the Wen family, but unfortunately no one became enlightened again.
There may not be anyone who can inherit the unparalleled enlightenment in the future. Even though it has been more than a thousand years, we still have to have some illusions and hopes." Meng Kuyin was very optimistic.
"What about the second kind of unparalleled enlightenment?"
"You'll know when we meet each other later. It's too early to tell you this now."
Meng Kuyin bowed towards the withered tomb, after all, this was the sleeping great sage of the Wen Mansion.
"There are many scribes buried here. No one has cleaned them up for so many years and I don't know how many have been abandoned." Meng sighed bitterly.
"We will wait until we take back Yunlu and renovate it," Jiang Yan said.
“That’s all it can do”
For an incomprehensible text, even if it is studied, it will be of little use. Jiang Yan does not think that his talent has the qualifications to achieve enlightenment in Huang Wenfeng Shu.
The two of them walked together on the street of Yunlu. The mountains to the north cut off the cold current coming from the north, making it warm as spring all year round.
Various streets and alleys are connected, and many people ride white horses or ride ox carts on the streets. The prosperity is no worse than that of the Qing capital.
Walking in this deliberately lush cloud foothills, where the sages of the literary dynasty once gathered, Meng Kuyin's mood was also overflowing on his face.
"They say you have outstanding literary talent. Do you have any famous poems or lines?" Meng Kuyin asked.
Jiang Yan thought for a moment
"The Yunlu Avenue is narrow and sloping, with green oxen and white horses and seven-scented chariots. Jade chariots cross the main hall, and golden whips come to the Hou family. Dragons hold treasures in their hands to carry the morning sun, and phoenixes spit out tassels to bring the sunset. Hundred-foot gossamers compete around the trees, and a group of
The delicate birds are singing together."
Meng Kuyin tasted the product carefully, and then couldn't help but sigh.
"After you, no one in Qingdu today dares to compose poetry easily, for fear of comparing it with yours. You have a talent that makes people jealous.
I am also very lucky. If I lived in the same era as you, how depressing it would be."
"What if I tell you that this is not a poem I wrote?"
As a literary copyist, Jiang Yan himself felt a little sorry. After all, he had seen many scribes searching for chapters and sentences just to piece together a passable poem. However, he had written hundreds of wine-fighting poems, each of which was a classic.
"Don't comfort me, my heart is not that fragile. After all, there is no comparison between geniuses and monsters, let alone ordinary people."
"I'm telling you, this is really someone else's poem, I just appropriated it."
Meng Kuyin thought for a while, "Did Mr. Wei ask you to hide your clumsiness? That's fine. Daxuan City is not like the capital of the Qing Dynasty. Hiding your clumsiness is also a way to protect yourself."
"It's not Master Wei who asked me to hide my clumsiness. The original author of this poem is Lu Zhaolin."
Originally, Jiang Yan wanted to try his best to explain, but unexpectedly, it made Meng Kuyin a little angry.
"Are you deceiving me for being ignorant? All the famous poems written by literati all over the world are included in the Wenfu Tongpu. Although your Yunlu ancient poem is gorgeous and gorgeous, it does not hurt in the end.
How could such a high-quality work be missed? What’s more, for so many years in the Wen Dynasty, except for Lu Daoxuan, there has never been another scribe named Lu with such a level."
Jiang Yan was speechless. These people had already insisted that his literary talent was amazing. No matter how he explained it, it was hard to convince others.
Seeing that he could not change Meng Kuyin's stubborn opinion, Jiang Yan did not force it. He could only tell himself to write as few poems as possible in the future to avoid getting into trouble.
Business travel in Yunlu is also very frequent, and the people live a prosperous life. However, perhaps due to the rule of the Confucian government, there is basically no smell of wine here. You can see Confucian scholars in twos and threes drinking tea and discussing Taoism everywhere.
A city without the aroma of wine cannot be considered a holy place for scribes.
"The people in the Confucian government have been trying to change the atmosphere of Yunlu for hundreds of years. I'm afraid it will be very difficult to take it back."
"Could they default on the bill?"
People in Confucianism pay attention to benevolence and righteousness. After thinking about it, Jiang Yan thought that he would not do such a thing as going back on his word.
"The status of Doctors of Internal Medicine is still higher than that of Doctors of the Five Classics, and the two brothers Kong Kaiping and Kong Yingda are not ordinary Confucian scholars. They are the first generation of Confucian sages in the Confucian Academy.
Perhaps the halo of the Confucian saint was too dazzling, which prevented him from being outstanding in subsequent generations. The Kong family has declined for several generations, but in Kong Kaiping's generation, there are signs of rising again.
But I had already made preparations before coming here. Even if I spend three to five years here, it will still be worth it to get Yunlu back."
Meng Kuyin also discovered that brothers Kong Kaiping and Kong Yingda tried their best to remove the signs of Wen Mansion's existence.
Those that can be destroyed have already been destroyed, and those that cannot be destroyed, such as the Yunying Raging Dragon Wall, Yunxi Preface and Huang Wenfeng Book, have also been covered up. Although the method is a bit clumsy, the effect is immediate.
Even if the Kong brothers really agree to hand it back in the future, there will be endless troubles waiting for them to deal with inside Yunlu.
I don’t know if Kong Kaiping really went to visit friends, or if it was just a pretense. No one from the Kong family came to report.
Meng Kuyin was not in a hurry. He was going to spend time here, but Jiang Qian couldn't afford it. He still had his own things to do. After admiring the ancient ruins of Yunlu scribes, he was ready to leave.
But just before leaving, Kong Kaiping came back, earlier than everyone expected!