Wei Changli was sitting alone under Wen Gong's willow tree when an old man in green clothes suddenly appeared next to him.
"Have you been to Wenxian Mausoleum?" Wei Changli asked.
"I've been there, but I didn't expect that saying goodbye to Xihe would mean saying goodbye forever..."
The person who came turned out to be Li Wenling, who was convicted by the Confucian government for defecting. At this moment, Li Wenling had obviously cried, and his eyes were still bloodshot.
"I was really surprised when I heard you defected. I didn't expect you to join the Nine Elders Association."
"I never thought I would be like this"
"So your purpose is to destroy the Eighth Palace?" Wei Changli asked.
"Do you think there is a truly good person in the Eight Prefectures today?" Li Wenling did not answer Wei Changli's question directly, but asked instead.
"Lei Huaji, Ji Li, Guan Jizhai, Mo Heng, Old Ape and I, we are definitely not the ones with bad records.
To say that Zhang Lingsu is a good person is a bit reluctant. During the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism, thunder fell from the sky and destroyed the world. The fish walked tall and bald, let alone a thing. I have never been able to understand his fake compassion. In the dispute between the two governments, this tall and bald person
There's a lot of blood on my hands.
Even if we don't do anything wrong from our respective standpoints, if we step out of our own standpoint, my answer is no!" Wei Changli answered very frankly.
"If the pain of your life comes from this position, the pain of my life comes from those biblical sages.
I was born in the Five Classics, but now I don't believe in learning, Taoism, or Immortal Buddhism, so I have been under house arrest in Xihe.
I think that a child is a human being with good nature at the beginning, but after entering the Eight Prefectures, he lost the nature given to every innocent child by heaven. For so many years, I have been thinking about where the problem lies.
Later I realized that it was because the nature given to me by God was inconsistent with what the sages and scriptures said, and that was why I was regarded as a heretic.
To this day, I still insist that I don’t know what to do for myself, but only do for others. The scriptures of sages and sages are the source of all falsehoods in the world.
I didn’t want to destroy the Eight Prefectures, what I wanted to do was to destroy those scriptures that devour human nature, and I wanted to burn the books!”
Wei Changli smiled and did not dissuade him, because he knew that the only person who could persuade Li Wenling to turn back was already lying in Wenxian Mausoleum.
"This is the path you have chosen. I can't interfere, but you should be prepared. People from the Wenfu will fight you for these paintings and poems and articles."
The world will be in chaos, and Li Wenling will leave before someone else comes to visit him.
"Old butcher? Are you also here to trouble Wen Mansion?"
Wei Changli had a headache. He didn't know what kind of ability the mysterious leader of the Baihu Nine Elders Association had, and he was able to bring so many troublesome people together.
"I'm different from that old boy. Back then, I made a huge mistake and was expelled. There was no place for me in the entire Yuling Continent.
Only Mr. Wei, you don't mind me and take me in at Mahuang Alley, so that we, the grandfather and the grandson, can live peacefully for a few years.
I am only grateful to the Wen Mansion and have no hatred. It is not you who I want to deal with when I join the Nine Elders Association," said the old butcher.
"This is still good news, at least we can still talk."
"I'm here to send you a message." The old butcher said a few words in a secret way, and Wei Changli frowned.
"So fast?"
"Master Wei, I still owe you a sword. No matter what position I take with this sword, I will return it to you."
"I don't need this sword. You can keep it. Someone will come to collect the debt for this sword for me in the future. Just pay it back to him then."
Before leaving, the old butcher bowed to the sheep cart that Wei Changli was riding in.
"After all, you are also a martial artist at the ninth level of Wangxian. What are you doing?"
"I, Dao Jie, don't admire many people in my life, and even fewer are kind to me. You, Wei Changli, happen to be the only one."
Wei Changli tapped lightly with a single finger, and his spiritual energy rippled like ink. With Wei Changli's understated fingertip calligraphy and painting, black lines merged into Wenggong Liu and Jade Mirror Lake.
"Master Wei, why did you summon us?"
A red crow flew out from the treetops, and a white fish emerged from the bottom of the lake.
"Let's go"
"Go? Where to go?" Chiwu asked.
"Go to the land of Yique. I know you hate Lao Hei, but it is only safe if the three of you are together. I'm sorry, Wen Mansion can no longer protect you."
"we still have…"
Chiwu wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Wei Changli.
"I have decided"
Today, the Wenfu is still teaching in an orderly manner, whether it is teaching or teaching, passing on the cultivation methods and various techniques that the Wenfu has summarized for thousands of years to young people. It is precisely because of them that the Wenfu promotes Wenfu.
The wheels of the government keep rolling forward.
"All the princes and students of Wen Mansion, please gather under Mr. Wen's willow. Today I, Wei Changli, will teach you all."
The sound instantly spread throughout Wen Mansion, causing a sensation!
The Master of Wen Mansion teaches in person? This is the first time in history!
The entire Wen Mansion instantly became excited, and many people rushed out of the school building first, just to squeeze into the front seat under Wen Gongliu.
Nowadays, Chen Mo and Lu Jing both have sacrificed their lives. They have been in Wen Mansion for nearly five years, and this is the first time they have the opportunity to hear that this legendary strong man can give advice.
This is true for sacrificing life, and the same is true for teaching.
"Why are you two dressed like this?" Zhou Mengde asked when he saw He Qingzhi and Fan Jieshi actually put on the clothes they wore when they were studying in Wen Mansion in their early years.
"We are teaching in front of these people who sacrificed our lives, but of course we are students in front of Mr. Wei," He Qingzhi said with a smile.
"Don't tell me, this reminds me of the time when I memorized the post in Wenfu Forest of Steles," Fan Jieshi also said.
"Then you wait for me, I have to reminisce about my memories."
Zhou Mengde actually returned to the room and redressed it.
Soon the people of Wenfu gathered under Wen Gongliu. Now the total number of students in Wenfu is nearly a thousand, and Wei Changli's sheep cart is in the most conspicuous position.
"Look, Zhou Mengde, the old man you usually call the most rigid," Wei Changli pointed at Zhou Meng and said with a smile.
When everyone in the Wen Mansion sacrificed their lives to look at Zhou Mengde, they couldn't help but burst into laughter.
This stereotypical and most unpleasant old teacher is now wearing light pink clothes, which is in sharp contrast with his gray hair.
"Why are you laughing? I was much more chic than you when I was young." The old man Zhou Mengde was not angry.
"I can testify to this. Zhou Mengde was also a romantic and talented man when he was your age. He was the perfect husband in the eyes of countless men and women in the Qing Dynasty. Look at you Yang Jiaoyu."
Yang Xiangru is one of the only two edicts left in the Wen Mansion, and he is also dressed in strange clothes at the moment.
"Children, do you know what other names I have?" Wei Changli suddenly asked, "You can say it with confidence."
Someone stood up and bowed to Wei Changli before saying
"I heard from some elders in the city that you are a prodigal."
"Some people still call you Wei Ruanruan."
"Wei Gongyang!"
There were all kinds of names, and Wei Changli also burst out laughing. How could he blame the cute children in his eyes just because of a taboo name?
"This all happened later. In fact, when I was young, I was nicknamed Nanling Liquor Thief because of my absurd behavior."
"I'm very pleased that the Wenfu School does not train everyone to be the same scribes, but allows you to have your own wonderful life," Wei Changli said with a smile.
"Today, I suddenly thought of teaching you a lesson. Among you are the internal students who are known as geniuses in various places, the external students who are mediocre in talent, the upper students who have already learned a lot, and the lower students who are just starting to enter the family.
Sacrifice your life.
It’s hard to reconcile everyone’s opinions, so today I won’t talk about painting skills or cultivation methods, but only about scribes!”
Wei Changli directly raised his question.
"Who can answer, what is a scribe?"
"A scribe is someone who sacrifices his life to study in a literary house," someone answered.
Wei Changli shook his head.
"A scribe is a person who achieves enlightenment through writing, painting and writing," someone else answered.
Wei Changli shook his head again.
"Lu Jing, you are a queen of a famous family and a genius of Wen family. Why don't you tell me?"
Lu Jing stood up and saluted before talking.
“I think it’s a bit biased and narrow to define a scribe based on whether he has studied in a literary house, or whether he has calligraphy, painting and other enlightenments.
I once heard my grandfather say that if you have the core of a scribe and agree with the philosophy of the literati, no matter whether you are old or young or enlightened, you can be said to be a scribe in the broad sense."
"Okay, that's right." Wei Changli clapped.
"What I want to talk about today is the core of the scribes and the creed that the scribes abide by."
"Before the Eight Prefectures, there was an era of ignorance. Chaos and ignorance were the theme of that era. However, in order to end the ignorance, some wise men began to awaken and began to think about how people should survive.
The Confucian sages understood the etiquette. If everyone knows and understands the etiquette, and acts according to the etiquette, there will be order.
The sages of Tianxin Mansion realized the principle of inaction, where everyone does nothing and everyone is at peace.
The sages of the Wu Mansion realized the concept of power, using violence to suppress others and using power to suppress them. Use violence to suppress violence and make everyone submit to the power. If they are afraid, they will not dare to have delusional thoughts.
There are many other schools, but the sages of our school of literature and art learned the most special things.
Because the scribes' insights did not come from people, but originated from the mountains, rivers, heaven and earth.
We praise the endlessness of the sky with poems, record the majesty of the mountains with words, and preach the aftermath of the sea with paintings.
Therefore, a true scribe never limits himself to one place, and pursues the beautiful scenery in various places throughout his life. Just like my senior brother Lu Daoxuan, who traveled around the world to paint, he must be famous for his achievements in everything. This is also the root of the scribe's pursuit of freedom.
However, the mountains in the north are strong and the mountains in the south are beautiful, and the east sea is wide and the north sea is rough. From this, we know that everything in the world is different, but how can the splendor of heaven and earth be the same?
The scenery in the four seasons is different, and the places in the four directions are different. There is really no distinction between superior and inferior. This is a miracle of nature.
A true scribe’s mind is as big as heaven and earth to contain all things, so we scribes have a tolerant mind.”
"When you enter the Wen Mansion, there are three stone walls in front of the Shanshui Pencil, on which are written the mottos left by the successive masters of the Wen Mansion for the students of Wen Mansion to manage the world and cultivate themselves.
Wen Zhenggong, the first lord of the palace, said, "The ancient sages and sages have all made great contributions to heaven and earth, and it is appropriate to respect them. However, since ancient times, I have been a human being."
Xiaoyao Gong said, "Don't be a slave to the ancient sages, don't be a slave to the world, don't be a slave to circumstances, don't be a slave to lust. Don't be afraid of destiny, don't be afraid of great people, don't be afraid of the words of saints."
What I left behind is "Standing seven feet high in the world, the world is small, but I am the big one."
What these three proverbs hope is that you will not follow the past or the present, but only follow heaven and earth and live out yourselves."
All the people were thinking deeply without saying a word. The freedom they once thought was to say what they wanted to say, no matter whether it was rebellious or not, and to do what they wanted to do, no matter whether it was absurd or not.
When Wei Changli dissected the core of the scribes, they discovered that what they were pursuing might have gone astray.
Treating alternativeness as style and absurdity as celebrity has become what other universities call alternative.
Wei Changli's words sounded like an alarm bell in everyone's mind and were thought-provoking, but what he said next made all the old scribes feel that he was crazy.
"The freedom you really want to pursue is not in Wenfu; the tolerance you really want to pursue is not in Wenfu; the Tao you really want to learn is also not in Wenfu.
They are hidden in famous mountains, hidden in great rivers, and flow in all phenomena in the world. Now the true way of scribes is calling you, waiting for you to excavate them.
Go and become a true scribe, like those sages of the literati who were buried in Dudong, the literati may be reborn because of you!"
Wei Changli's voice was like a loud bell, and with one word, the entire Wenfu was in panic.
"From today on, all secret laws will be made public to everyone who sacrifices their lives, and the civil government will be closed. Use your life and style to send you Fuyao."
Everyone in the Qing capital knew that Wei Changli was a maverick, but they didn't expect that his words would shock the world.
Closing the mansion is something that has never happened before in the entire history of the Eight Prefectures.
Compared with the worries of those old scribes, the scribes who sacrificed their lives were very excited.
Their biggest purpose in coming to the Wen Mansion to practice was the secret technique accumulated by the Wen Mansion a few years ago, and becoming a true scribe like Lu Daoxuan was even more tempting to them. Wei Changli's few words ignited everyone's enthusiasm and ambition.
"Wei Changli, what are you doing..."
Zhong Qingli was an old painter in Qingdu. When he learned that Wei Changli was going to teach, he came dressed up and came. Unexpectedly, he heard such shocking words.
Zhong Qingli didn't care whether calling him by his first name would offend the dignity of the palace lord. He only knew that if he didn't stop it, the thousands-year-old foundation of the Wen Palace would be destroyed.
"Master Wei, what are you doing?"
Fu Baoshan was also full of doubts. In his opinion, Wei Changli was the most talented and strategist among the three generations of palace masters, but he still couldn't understand such an approach. Is this going to lead to his own destruction?
A group of old painters gathered in front of Wei Changli, even threatening to force him into the palace.
"We know that Wenfu may face a big crisis. Not to mention that our Wenfu's thousand-year-old foundation is still there. Even if we are defeated, it will never be like this."
"If you do this, wouldn't it mean that the Wen Mansion will be destroyed before the crisis breaks out?"
"Rebirth or destruction is actually just a matter of a thought," Wei Changli said.
"You cut off your hands before fighting with the enemy. Wei Changli, you are Wei Changli, why would you do such a stupid thing?" Another old scribe said, hating that iron cannot become steel.
"Where is Yan Jiaozheng? Today you think we are forcing the palace or rebelling, and you will take back your life." Zhong Qingli was the toughest.
Yan Jiaozheng's seniority is still higher than that of Wei Changli, and now only Yan Jiaozheng can organize the closure of Wen Mansion.
Yan Jiaozheng also noticed the commotion here, and his figure fell under the Wengong Willow.
"Yan Jiaozheng, stop Mr. Wei quickly, he is going crazy."
No matter how anxious they were, Wei Changli was as steady as a rock and there was no expression on his face.
"Yan Ji, support Mr. Wei's decision"
Wei Changli's madness and the fear of the old scribes.
It was not until hundreds of years later that these young sacrificers became famous all over the world. When they recalled their studies, they all regarded today's lesson as the enlightenment of life.
This thought-provoking and deafening sound became the most wonderful lesson in the history of Wenfu.