Not long after Zhang Lingsu left, two rays of light fell into Daqing Mountain. One of them was Yang Xiangru, and the other was Zhong Qingli, an old painter from Qingdu.
When he was still weak, he always thought that Mr. Wenfu was just Qianyuanjing's cultivation level. However, when he became Qianyuanjing now, he discovered how strong the person who could become an edict really is.
Yang Xiangru is at least as good as the seventh level of Immortal, and Zhong Qingli is even more unfathomable.
"Mr. Yang, master, he..."
"No need to say it, Mr. Wei has already told us."
There was a deathly silence in Yang Xiangru's eyes. Meng Kuyin, one of the three great edicts of the Wen Dynasty, had died, and now Lu Daoxuan, the first eunuch, had also died, which made him feel sad.
"Child, you are safe anyway, let's go home."
Zhong Qingli patted Jiang Chan's shoulder. When he was in Qingdu, Zhong Qingli particularly admired his paintings and spared no effort to make Jiang Chan famous. He also had high expectations for Jiang Chan, and his words were more like
It's an elder.
"I can go back, but my master will stay here forever."
Jiang Yan's nose felt sour and sad, he would not be able to accept this reality for a while.
"Daoxuan and I are old friends. I often went to drink with him after he became confused. Sometimes the old guy is so confused that he can't even remember your name, but he always remembers that he has a disciple who makes him extremely proud.
I have boasted countless times that you will be the best painter in the world in the future, so don’t let him down."
"No, Master's revenge is still waiting for me to avenge it."
Worried about something happening on the road, Wei Changli directly sent Zhong Qingli and Yang Xiangru to take Jiang Lun back to the Qing capital.
Jiang Qian also felt the current pressure from the Wenfu. Yang Xiangru, as the tutor of the Wenfu, gave lectures every day and rarely left. Now he not only left the Wenfu but even left the Qingdu.
After returning to Qingdu, according to Lu Daoxuan's wishes during his lifetime, the funeral was not too grand. Even the ordinary people in Qingdu did not know that one of their former patron saints had died.
As the first painter of Yu Ling, he has dedicated his life's talent to the painter. Naturally, Lu Daoxuan's portrait, like the great sages of the previous generations of Wenfu, was enshrined in Bi Tui Pavilion for future generations of scholars to admire and praise.
When Jiang Ran returned to Mahuang Lane, he finally felt the relaxation he had not seen for a long time. Only here he was the painter who was drinking and having fun freely.
After Su Kou left Daxuan City with Yaya and the little gardener, they came to Mahuang Lane and lived in the pig-roasting yard left by the old butcher opposite. Seeing that they were fine, the big stone that was weighing on Jiang Gu's heart was finally lifted.
Most of the time, the only person he worries about now is Lei Hongyi.
Lei Hongyi lived in Mahuang Lane after marrying Lu Daoxuan and never left. She didn't even attend Lu Daoxuan's funeral, but stayed at home to raise her child.
"Master, the master is buried in Dudong Tomb."
Jiang Yan mentioned Lu Daoxuan cautiously, fearing that Lei Hongyi would be sad, but fortunately Lei Hongyi's expression was not too sad as usual.
"The beautiful scenery of Xiaodu Mountain is the source of the cultural heritage of the Qing Dynasty, and it is also the burial place of the ancestors of Wenfu. Your master is a symbol of an era of Wenfu, so of course he should be buried there."
Jiang Yan did not continue the conversation, but changed the topic.
"The weather in Qingdu is cold, so you need to add some clothes."
"It's okay, my wife has endured the snow in Songshan Mountain for so many years, let alone this little bit of wind and cold."
Jiang Yan was so lost that he forgot that Lei Hongyi was also a powerful enlightened person.
After Lu Daoxuan's death, Lei Hongyi did not show much sadness and knitted clothes as usual every day.
"The little junior brother will be born in half a month, right?"
"Well, Jiang Yan, come and take a look."
Speaking of the child in her belly, Lei Hongyi's face showed a touch of tenderness.
Lei Hongyi took out a pile of clothes, including dozens of large and small items.
"These little clothes are so exquisite, the master's wife is really good at craftsmanship," Jiang Yan praised.
"Don't forget what enlightenment means, Master Niang," Lei Hongyi said with a smile.
"This is the kind of clothes Deng'er has been wearing since he was born. Two pieces per season throughout the year. Now he is 20 years old."
As she spoke, Lei Hongyi felt sad again and sighed.
"I just don't know if Deng'er will be fat or thin, tall or short when he grows up, and I don't know if it will fit him."
"Deng'er is the son of the master. The master was very handsome when he was young. Master, you are also the beauty of the country. Dragons and dragons give birth to phoenixes. The children born to you will naturally be talented with red lips and white teeth."
In order to make Lei Hongyi happy, Jiang Yan pointed at his eyes again
"Look again, generations of our Jiang family have one face and one eye. If you look at my eyes, is it possible that my mother is like this too?"
Lei Hongyi chuckled and patted Jiang Chan.
"Don't talk nonsense. Your mother would be so sad if she found out."
Although Lei Hongyi didn't show any sadness, Jiang Yan could feel that she was heartbroken, and Lu Deng's birth might be her only hope and support.
As soon as I came out of Lei Hongyi's place, I saw Yaya and the little gardener.
"Brother Jiang Yan, Yaya misses you so much"
Seeing Jiang Chan, Yaya ran over in a hurry, wiping her tears as she ran. Jiang Chan bent down and held her in his arms.
"You are already a big girl, why are you still crying?"
"Brother Su Kou said that everyone in Daxuan City will kill you. Yaya thought she would never see you again."
"Didn't I come here well? I promised your grandpa that he would take good care of you, but I didn't expect that I would make you, a little girl, worry about me," Jiang Yan said with a smile.
"Then are you still leaving?"
"No, I will teach you how to recite poems and compose poems after a while."
"ah…."
When Yaya heard this, her face was full of sadness, but the little gardener nodded very obediently, and Jiang Yan rubbed his head.
"Zuko, thank you for bringing them two back."
"No matter how long I have been in Mahuang Lane, I have eaten and drank a lot from her grandfather. I have to pay it back."
Su Kou had something to say, but seeing that Jiang Yan was not very interested, he could only swallow it back. Although he returned to Qingdu, everything was not over yet.
Having been away from Qingdu for so long, I miss everything here very much, especially the wine at Gu Hotel.
After walking into the Gu Hotel, all the furnishings were still the same, with two simple tables and Xiong Heita lying on the counter and taking a nap.
"Boss, please give me two pounds."
Xiong Heita's Cold Moon Shining on Thousand Mountains was the strongest wine Jiang Yan had ever drunk. At this moment, Jiang Yan just wanted to get drunk and rest.
"Oh? Is it your kid? I haven't seen you for a while."
"It's been more than a year and two years since I was born."
"I heard that you went to the Imperial City? Are you still going?" Xiong Heita asked.
"I won't go. If possible, I never want to go..."
In the past, Xiong Heita was very stingy when selling wine in this hotel, for fear of giving away a drop too much. Today, he found a pot of unopened wine on the cabinet, blew off the ashes on it, and threw the whole jar to Jiang.
greedy.
"We haven't seen each other for so long, so suddenly generous? Is it still the same old price?"
“Free today, no charge”
Jiang Yan was not polite, picked up the wine jar and took out a wine bowl, then he went to the table against the wall and started drinking.
The wine was stronger than usual, and it was as cold as fire in the throat and burning in the stomach. At this time, an uninvited guest came to the Gu Hotel.
"This old black bear won't give me a drink today, kid, would you mind sharing some with me?"
There is only one person in the entire Qing capital and even in the entire Yuling Continent who likes to call other people's children, and that is Wei Changli.
Before Jiang Yan could say whether he agreed or refused, Wei Changli poured some for himself and took a sip with a happy expression.
"Nanling's wine is as soft as a woman's, making people sad and unable to let go. The strength of this old black bear's wine is a good medicine for sorrow, but it's a pity that the amount is too little."
"You old drunkards in the Literary Mansion had better fight against the autumn wind. My small shop cannot tolerate so many of you true Buddhas. Once you scribes see good wine, it is as if you will die drunk in a wine vat. No matter how much you have, it will be in vain."
While Xiong Heita was dissatisfied, he used his spiritual power to seal the Gu Hotel. He knew that Wei Changli came here not just for drinking.
"Jiang Yan, what are your plans next?" Wei Changli turned to the topic.
"I don't know, just follow Mr. Wei's orders."
"Now the strong men of Wenfu and the people of Rufu have entered a stalemate at Yunlu. It is impossible to decide the winner in a short time. Perhaps this will be another war that will last for decades or hundreds of years.
The battle so far has been about not only the foundation of the two houses, but also the ability to form blood.
However, two of the three major teachings of our Wenfu have been eliminated, and only one person, Xiangru, is left. Although there are many tutors to help, it is difficult to support the Wenfu’s structure of cultivating new people."
"So Lord Wei wants me to become a tutor in the Wenfu?" Jiang Yan heard the voice of Wei Changli's words.
"It's not a lesson, it's a teaching."
"I am only a practitioner of Qianyuan Mirror, how can I shoulder the responsibility of teaching?"
This made Jiang Gu feel flattered, but also a little worried. After all, each of the three major teachings of the Wen Mansion was a strong man in Wangxian Realm, and his strength was still far behind.
"Although your cultivation is still weak, your painting skills are quite competent. You should no longer be humble at this time," Wei Changli said.
"If I were to become a preacher, I'm afraid I would attract a lot of criticism." Jiang Lu Danqing's talent is not beyond words, but his age makes it difficult to convince the public.
"Don't worry, I have been called Wei Ruanruan and Prodigal Son for so many years in the Qing capital. I don't care. A little criticism is nothing. If there are too many lice, they won't bite."
"Okay, then I'll try my best."
Jiang Yan also felt that he owed a lot to Wenfu, so when his efforts were needed now, he would naturally not refuse.
"The treasure of our Wen Mansion, the spirit-taming artifact "Wonder of a Century," was mostly destroyed in a battle a thousand years ago. Thanks to hundreds of years of hard work by my senior brothers and some old painters, the full-color restoration has been completed at the last moment.
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Your figure paintings are unique in the world. While giving instructions, I hope you will continue to paint "Wonderful Wonders of a Century" in full color. Once the restoration is completed, this will be the greatest confidence for our Wenfu."
Wei Changli is planning a shocking thing. Now that Jiang Lun has returned to the Qing Dynasty, he has peace of mind and no worries. The only thing missing now is the "Wonder of a Century".
"I am originally a member of the Wen family. Whatever I do is the right thing to do, and I am obligated to do it."
"One last thing, you should go to the back of the mountain more often during your holidays or during your free time."
The Qing capital is divided into Wenfu in front of the mountain and Tiandu behind the mountain. To achieve Jiang Yan's current achievements, the demons of Tiandu have given countless help.
"If I want to make progress in opening hundreds of acupuncture points, I must rely on the accumulation of massive spiritual energy."
There was no need to be polite to Wei Chang, Li Jianghu and directly raise conditions. Although the two wanted to express their feelings, they both knew that neither of them would do anything detrimental to the Wen family.
"There are several mountains behind the mountain that are branches of the earth's veins. They have been closed by me before. I will pass on the method of entry to you."
"I probably won't leave Wen Mansion. I'm going to use the art of combining spirits to create a book called "The Classic of Mountains and Seas"."
Now that he has the divine ultramarine, Zhang Lingsu is right, his Book of Mountains and Seas may not have the possibility of becoming a spiritual weapon.
"You don't actually have to ask me about this matter. You have already been recognized by Tiandu. It is not difficult to borrow some of the origins from them to incorporate into the painting.
This is a troubled time for Wenfu. In short, all I ask of you is one sentence: try your best to break through your own limits, and try your best to help Wenfu cultivate a group of new scholars. In addition, Wenfu
All the resources of the government are at your disposal."
"Don't worry, Mr. Wei, I won't be polite."
Soon Wei Changli's appointment spread throughout the Qing capital, causing a great sensation. Jiang Lun was only twenty-four years old, and this would be the youngest edict in the Wen Dynasty in the past three thousand years.
For a time, Jiang Yan became the focus of discussion in the entire Qing capital. At the age of twenty-four, many people in the Wen family had not even become Shangshe students at this age.
"Can Jiang Yan do it?"
"He is the number one in the Eight Prefectures who defeated all the others at the Ehu Conference."
"He is Lu Jiaoyu's only disciple and the number one in the Eight Prefectures. Of course his talent is no problem, but after all, he is too young and his cultivation is far from enough. Wouldn't it be a mistake to let him be the disciple?"
"Our Palace Master is too unreliable. The Wen Palace is the foundation of our ancestors and the foundation of the Qing Dynasty. There are so many old painters in the Wen Palace, but we just found a boy who hasn't even grown his hair. Isn't this nonsense?"
"I have to talk to Mr. Wei properly when I meet him in the future. If the Wen family declines, our life in Qingdu will be difficult."
These old men were chatting under the tree, and they happened to be overheard by Jiang Yan who was passing by. This also represented the thoughts of other people in Qingdu.
Seeing an old man's wine glass was empty, Jiang Yan helped him fill it up.
The gray-haired old man couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction when he saw a young man refilling his drink.
"who are you"
"Old man, I'm the one you mentioned that doesn't have all the hair." Jiang Yan apologized with a smile.
"Jiang Yan?"
"good"
While these old guys were still stunned, Jiang Yan left quickly.
Fortunately, only some ordinary people were skeptical of him. Old painters such as Zhong Qingli, Fu Baoshan, and Lu Lian all expressed their support. Although they did not come to congratulate him in person, they sent people to Mahuang Lane to deliver gifts.
There are also the governors of the twenty-three cities of Yunzhou. These people are already familiar with Jiang Chan's deeds. The Imperial City and his party even helped Zhao Suixian ascend to the throne. Sometimes age does not mean everything.
When a person who would become the head of the Wen Palace in the future served as an instructor, not only did they not have any objections, but they readily agreed and at the same time sent their own nephews to Jiang Lun as students.
Although Jiang Yan is only a Qianyuan mirror practitioner now, his talent is much more than that. It is not impossible to break through Qianyuan and become a Guandao in the next few years, and even become an immortal.
The replacement of the Wen Palace's teachings is a major event in the Eighth Palace. It stands to reason that other universities will send people to express their congratulations, but the affairs of the Daxuan Imperial City are obviously still going on and have not yet come to a complete end.
The results of this book are not very good, but I will still finish it. I will publish a new book called "I Do Scientific Research in the Fairyland", which will be published in two volumes. I hope everyone will support the new book.