Teaching riding, archery, etiquette, righteousness, and music in the academy are all advocated by Confucianism. When these Confucian scribes were teaching, the halls of the academy were quiet. No matter how arrogant the scholars were, in these
In front of Confucian scribes, he behaved like a sheep and did not dare to cause any trouble.
Fang Yun was already very familiar with the things taught in the academy in his previous life. There was no need to waste any more time, so he put all his attention on figuring out the martial arts.
The school where Zhang Ying and Zhou Xin attended the lectures was not in the same place as Fang Yun. After the Confucian scribes leaving the lectures, Fang Yun wanted to see them, but found that they had already left.
"That's all, we are all in the academy anyway. There will be plenty of opportunities to meet in the future," thinking like this, Fang Yun didn't take it to heart.
For several days in a row, after Fang Yun returned, he stayed in the Purple Dragon Garden and practiced hard. With the human-level beads, Fang Yun's training speed was indeed much faster.
"The wild cow comes out of the cave!"
"The bull rushes!"
In the Purple Dragon Garden, Fang Yun used two moves of Mangniu Fist in succession. A trace of extremely light and thin white mist floated and poured into his body. These white mists were naturally the world attracted by the human-level beads.
vitality.
Swish! Swish!
Fang Yun's brocade sleeves swung through the void, making the sound of a blade cutting. In the past few days, his strength has increased a lot, almost comparable to the effect of hard training in the past half month. After practicing a set of boxing techniques, Fang Yun also stopped
Gained momentum.
"The human-level bead is indeed a holy product of martial arts. With this bead and my hard training, I have much more power to protect myself." Fang Yun raised his head slightly and looked at the human-level bead in his hand. It was only a few seconds ago.
In a matter of days, the baby in the center of the bead changed into Fang Yun's appearance, and it turned out to be a baby-like Fang Yun.
Jade nourishes people, and people nourish jade. Fang Yun wears this human-level bead on his body every day. As time goes by, the human-level bead absorbs enough popularity from him, and then he changes into his appearance!
After eating dessert, Fang Yun drove to the academy.
On this day, after the lectures in the academy were over, Fang Yun was about to leave when he heard two calls:
"Brother Fang, please stay!"
When I looked back, I saw Zhang Ying and Zhou Xin catching up quickly, panting slightly.
"Brother Zhang, Brother Zhou," Fang Yun was slightly surprised. A few days ago, he had been searching for them but could not find them. Unexpectedly, this time they came to him.
Zhang Ying and Zhou Xin were a little stunned by Fang Yun's gaze, and said slightly embarrassed: "Brother Fang, I'm not afraid of your ridicule. Thanks to your help last time, Brother Zhou and I have always wanted to host a banquet for Brother Fang as a thank you.
. However, I have always been shy about my money. It was not until these few days when I received the monthly payment from the house that I had the opportunity. I wonder if Brother Fang can give me a favor and come to Zhuxuan Tower to get together."
Fang Yun also understood the situation of these two people quite well. Although they were considered to be the sons of princes and were said to be extremely wealthy, they were still concubines. Their status in the family was quite low and they could not receive much money every month.
"Brother Zhang, Brother Zhou, you don't have to be polite, I'll treat you to this meal," Fang Yun responded. His status was different. The Marquis of Sifang only had Mrs. Huayang as his official wife, so he didn't lack any monthly confinement money.
"No, no. Please make sure Brother Fang and I are the host of this meal," Zhang Ying said, his neck almost turning red.
Seeing that they persisted, Fang Yun stopped insisting. When the three friends from the previous life met, Fang Yun was in a happy mood and wanted to get together with them, so he said: "In that case, Brother Zhang and Brother Zhou will lead the way."
One of the three people was grateful, and the other was interested in making friends. In addition, they were all from the common people's palace, so they got closer to each other. After a moment of conversation, the guests and the host had a great time. Fang Yun did not get on his carriage, but
The three people squeezed into the same horse and soon arrived at Zhuxuan Tower.
Zhuxuan Tower is located on the bank of the Lushui River. There are many green bamboos brought from Nanling planted next to it. The bamboos form a forest, contrasting with the clear Lushui River.
Confucian officials in the court would occasionally come here to have a few drinks because of the pleasant environment, with green bamboos and clear water. When poetry flourished, they would even recite a few impromptu poems and present them to Zhuxuan Tower.
The owner of the restaurant is also a good person, so he framed them all and hung them on the wall for people to appreciate.
Rumor has it that Zhuxuan Tower also collected the poems of the imperial masters of the current dynasty, which were used to guard the tower. Normally, they were not revealed in front of others.
When Zhang Ying and the others arrived, a familiar boy immediately led them to the private room upstairs. They served fragrant tea and several plates of fennel.
"Just do it as usual, faster." Zhang Ying waved her hand.
"Okay, I'll be there soon, little one." The boy said cheerfully and left.
This was Fang Yun's first time coming to Zhuxuan Tower. He didn't like coming to this kind of place in his previous life, so when the boy went out, he took the opportunity to look around.
The Zhuxuan Building was very lively. There were many wealthy businessmen and wealthy people coming in and out, but most of them were Confucian scholars from all over the world who came to Beijing to take the exam. Many of them were interested in the calligraphy of civil servants hanging on the wall on the second floor.
Come.
"Thank you so much, Brother Fang, for what happened that day. Otherwise, with so many students watching, we would have been completely embarrassed. After we go back, not only will the empress in the mansion not show mercy to us, but she will beat us up because we have lost the face of the Hou Mansion."
"Turn it over," Zhang Ying's words were sincere, but his words were quite poignant.
"There is no need to say polite words. Brother Zhang, Brother Zhou, there is one thing I don't understand. Princess Yongle is just relying on her background to be a bit unruly. Her real kung fu is not that good. The two noble families are
The government and family background, even if one person cannot defeat them, two people together should be able to withstand it." Fang Yun said it very tactfully, Zhang Ying and Zhou Xin's initial performance could almost be described as embarrassing.
"Brother Fang doesn't know. We are different from you. Although you are the second son, you are also the son of the Sifang Marquis's wife. The two of us are not even concubines. Although Princess Yongle is just a bystander,
Princess, if we resist, we will bring endless trouble to our mother." Zhou Xin's eyes were moist, being beaten by a woman in public, this kind of humiliation is unbearable for a man. But it is not easy to think about the situation at home.
As a mother, I have to swallow any resentment or humiliation.
Fang Yun was friends with these two people in his 'last life'. At that time, he gave up martial arts and followed literature. He didn't have the skills in his hands, so he naturally didn't cause trouble. He didn't know much about the situation of these two friends. In this life, his character
He has changed a lot and practiced martial arts again. Now that he knows what happened to these two friends, he naturally wants to do his best to change.
Fang Yun lowered his head in thought, his eyes flashing. After a moment, he raised his head and made a decision in his heart:
"Brother Zhang and Brother Zhou, after all, we come from a martial arts family. Only those with strong martial arts can be valued in the mansion. Don't you two want to suffer such humiliation in your life?"
"Brother Fang, it's not that we don't want to practice martial arts. It's just that our status in the palace is low. Unlike the eldest prince, we have dedicated martial arts masters as our masters to teach you step by step. When I was practicing martial arts, my father only gave me a copy of "Mang"
"Ox Boxing", don't worry about me anymore. Without the guidance of a master, practicing martial arts is really difficult."
"Yes, Brother Zhou is quite lucky. My father never thought that he would have a son like me. If Brother Zhou hadn't been so loyal and lent me the Book of Mangniu Boxing, I might never have had the chance to come into contact with martial arts." Zhang Ying looked on.
He was quite disappointed, and he was considered quite unhappy among the scholars, otherwise he would not have hung out with Fang Yun in his previous life.
"Brother Fang, Brother Zhou, if you don't mind, I can teach you two boxing techniques. However, I have to explain in advance that I only have ordinary boxing techniques like "Rang Niu Fist" in my hands."
Zhang Ying and Zhou Xin were overjoyed when they heard this: "Thank you so much, Brother Fang!"
Both of them have seen Fang Yun and Yang Qian fight. Although the Mang Niu Fist is a common boxing technique in the military, its power in Fang Yun's hands is not at all inferior to the Tiger Fist, and it is even better. If there is Fang Yun,
The 'Master' taught us why the two of us should suffer those humiliating moments.
Although Fang Yun had agreed in advance that he could only teach the two of them Mangniu Boxing. However, Zhang Ying and Zhou Xin knew clearly that this was enough. The two of them secretly made up their minds that if Fang Yun gave them all their money to teach them, they would definitely do it.
Study hard. When you go back, you must shock the people in your house.
Although the martial arts family has a strict hierarchy, it is also extremely pragmatic. As long as the two of them show enough talent in martial arts, they will definitely attract the attention of their father. How profound the martial arts of Zhongxin Hou and Shenjian Hou are, as long as they can attract their attention
Pay attention, since all the martial arts secrets have been passed down in the future, there is no need for Fang Yun to pass on their secrets!
Fang Yun was very happy to have the ability to change the fate of two friends. He turned around and called: "Xiao Er, bring up the pen and ink."
There were originally many literati in Zhuxuan Tower, and these people might become popular in poetry at some time and want to leave some pen and ink. Therefore, the four treasures of the study room in Zhuxuan Tower are always ready.
As soon as Fang Yun's voice fell, the clever boy immediately carried it up on a jade tray.
The ink was polished in advance, and the pen was a fine, large wolf-brush pen. Fang Yun dipped his hands in the ink, closed his eyes and meditated for a while, and then spread the ink on the rice paper.
Zhang Ying and Zhou Xin originally thought that Fang Yun was going to write down some tips on how to practice Kungfu. But they didn't expect that Fang Yun's long brush stroked on the rice paper and actually drew a big blue-ink eye.
Come on. After a few strokes, the two of them immediately felt that this big eye was filled with an unrestrained, arrogant and ferocious aura.
Fang Yun turned his pen again, and a muscular and free-spirited Newton suddenly appeared on the paper. He did not get too entangled in the details. In just a few strokes, he completely captured the essence and momentum of the wild cow.
Zhang Ying and Zhou Xin were shocked, and looked at Fang Yun with different eyes. They never knew that Fang Yun had such high attainments in painting. A picture of a wild cow, the spirit and momentum are all vivid on the paper.
This kind of writing power is far inferior to that of some scholars in the academy who have special attainments in painting.
Fang Yun didn't know what Zhang Ying and Zhou Xin were thinking. He stopped writing, glanced at the two of them and said: "The most important thing in boxing is spirit, will and momentum. Boxing is dead, but people are alive. Like Yang Qian.
, let alone the Tiger Fist, no matter how powerful the boxing technique is, it will be wasted in his hands!"
Zhang Ying and Zhou Xin nodded, deeply agreeing.
"I will draw the essence of the eighteen postures of Mang Niu Quan and add the tips on the key points of the boxing. After you take it back, polish it carefully. If there is anything you don't understand, come back to me and I will explain it.
Answered one by one.”
"Brother Fang's great kindness, Zhou Xin and I will keep it in our hearts," Zhang Ying said gratefully. A few paintings by Fang Yun were just a simple effort for Fang Yun, but for the two of them, they could completely change their difficult situation and their lives.
Mother, in the future we will be able to rise with the rising tide.
Fang Yun nodded, brushed a few strokes, finished all the eighteen pictures of Mangniu Fist, and handed them over.
With this incident, the relationship between the three of them took a further step. After a banquet, they talked about almost everything, and both the host and the guest enjoyed it.
Jingle Bell!
The three of them were enjoying wine and food in the private room when they suddenly heard a crisp ringing sound, and there were also footsteps getting closer and closer, and there was a faint fragrance in the air.