Liaozhai Great Sage

Zhang Bangchang exclaimed: "Otherwise, why don't you feel moved when you see a beauty, but you can't control yourself when you see a man?"

"When did he have this habit? I didn't know it before."

"It's not uncommon for literati to like masculinity, so what's all the fuss about?"

At this time, a passing scholar suddenly said a word, his eyes seemed to tell everyone that it was rare and strange.

Zhang Bangchang smiled awkwardly: "Although the goodness of Longyang has existed since ancient times, it violates the etiquette and is not tolerated by the world. Only the harmony between yin and yang is in line with the principles of heaven and earth. How can this brother treat those crooked ways as evil?" Is it as it should be? If everyone in the world likes to do this kind of thing, wouldn't the world be in chaos?"

But the scholar became a little ashamed and annoyed, he flicked his sleeve heavily, and then said: "If you have to say such an unbearable thing, I will not be with you, so I leave."

Seeing the shameful and annoyed departure from the scholar, Zhang Bangchang just sighed: "The world is going down, the world is going down."

"It's indeed a declining world." The corner of Li Xiuyuan's mouth twitched.

"But what I'm more concerned about is that the prostitute disguised himself as a man for some other purpose, not just to show off his beauty."

"This statement is justified. Covering up one's identity like this may be malicious. Do you want to remind him?" Zhu Yu said on the side.

"I don't think so, how can he compete with that magistrate?" Li Xiuyuan said.

Sure enough, the last thing was as he had guessed, the scholar came back in a daze, but Li Xiuyuan and the others looked at him strangely, and subconsciously moved away from him. Wait for someone's idea, right?

But at this moment, the crowd dispersed, and the man disguised as a woman named Xi'er followed behind the prefect Fang Shengyu.

Fang Shengyu was a little elated, and his brows were beaming with joy.

Obviously, I am very happy to have picked up such an iconic beauty.

"Brother Li, do you want to remind the magistrate so that he won't be fooled?" Zhu Yu said.

Li Xiuyuan said: "I won't go looking for this unhappiness, maybe you are kind, but don't be in his eyes, I'm afraid it's not the case, and last time he burned incense in the Xiangguo Temple and didn't even accept offerings to Bodhisattvas, his moral conduct is fine As you can imagine, is it worth reminding such an official? I don’t think it’s worth it. If something really happened, it’s his own fault.”

Zhu Yu thought it made sense when he heard the words, so he put out the idea.

Some people deserve a little kindness, and some people don't.

This Fang Shengyu is the latter.

"Hey, look, how come there are so many scholars painting there by the lake, go, go outside and have a look, maybe there is something elegant, you can't miss it."

Suddenly, Zhang Bangchang saw a shed not far away near the lake, where many scholars splashed ink and painted, and some respected old men commented.

And for some high-level transformations, others are not stingy with praise.

A few people came together to find out what it was about.

But a scholar said: "Brothers, you don't know this. Zhao Jing, the third prince of the official family today, asked for a painting with one jade, ten pearls, and a thousand taels of gold. Dedicated to today's officials as a birthday, in order to show the talents and spirit of our Song Dynasty, and the style of writing is at its peak. Several brothers also know that today's officials have first-class calligraphy and painting, and idle paintings are not appreciated, so the third prince Zhao Jing thought of it. On the day of the Shangyuan Festival, thousands of gold seek paintings."

"So that's the case, hey, isn't that Brother Fan? Brother Kong is also here."

Qian Jun suddenly recognized his friends. They were painting with their heads down at the moment, showing off their calligraphy and painting skills before nightfall.

Zhang Bangchang asked again: "Are all the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the easel selected?"

"No, only those who can get into the eyes of Mrs. Zhu Qian will be hung on the easel, and then they have to be evaluated by the scholars present, and the best ones will be wooed by the third prince, but even if they are not selected, Most of the words on the easel will be bought by nearby merchants, after all, it is a painting appreciated by Master Zhu, so it is still very valuable." The scholar said enviously.

It's a pity that he doesn't know how to paint, otherwise he would have to go up and try.

Most of the scholars' energy is spent on the imperial examinations, and most of the people who can learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are talented, intelligent and from a superior family.

Because such expenses are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"There is such a good thing, so I can't miss it. Come, come, brothers, come and paint with me?" Qian Jun became a little happy when he heard this, and immediately couldn't wait.

Zhu Yu coughed twice and said: "I still have some skills in appraising paintings, but this painting is really mediocre, so I won't make a fool of myself."

"Well, I took a look, and the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the easel were indeed of a high standard. I compared them in my mind, but I knew they were not as good, so I stopped going up to make a fool of myself." Zhang Bangchang also shook his head.

"Brother Gao, what about you?" Qian Jun's eyes moved to Gao Fan.

Gao Fan smiled: "I can try it, but I'm afraid I won't be able to beat those talented people."

"Where's Brother Li?" Qian Jun asked again.

Li Xiuyuan shook his head and smiled: "My master is a Taoist. He only learned some Taoist things. Where did he learn painting? If I play chess, I can still make a fool of myself, but I am not very proficient in painting."

"Since that's the case, then Brother Gao and I will try it out. If we can get the thousand taels of gold today, I will invite you all to take a boat trip on the lake." Qian Jun was quite confident.

"If that's the case, I'll wave the flag for Brother Qian and wish Brother Qian a triumphant return." Li Xiuyuan laughed.

"Leave it on me, Brother Gao, let's go." Qian Jun pulled Gao Fan who was beside him and walked forward excitedly.

Chapter 692 Master Zhu

Qian Jun and Gao Pan came to an empty table, on which a pen, ink, paper and inkstone had been prepared, waiting for the scholars who came to have a try to paint with ink.

Although from time to time some people went to comment on Master Zhu with their finished paintings, but most of them left with shame on their faces, obviously their words did not catch Master Zhu's eyes.

"Do you think Brother Qian and Brother Gao are okay?" Li Xiuyuan said, "I don't think it's reliable."

Zhang Bangchang laughed and said: "Brother Gao is young and wise. He was known as a child prodigy in his hometown in his early years. He was a scholar at the age of 12 and a scholar at the age of 15. Now he is a Jinshi. He is involved in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. This time I paint I feel [-]% sure that I can hang the painting on the easel. As for Brother Qian...he is good at calligraphy and ancient prose, but as for painting, it can only be regarded as mediocre. "

"Brother Zhang, as a Jinshi of the second list, don't you know how to paint?" Li Xiuyuan asked.

Zhu Yu on the side smiled and shook his head and said: "He likes ghosts and ghosts, and ghost fox legends. When he was a bachelor in Tongtian Pavilion, he often studied this way. His skills in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting have long been abandoned. Specializes in writing about gods, gods and ghosts, what's the name of the last one I wrote? Brothel banshee? Or money minion?"

"No, it's not right. The latest one is called, Li Shishi Eliminates Demons." Zhang Bangchang said.

Li Xiuyuan said; "... isn't that writing about me?"

Zhang Bangchang said with a smile: "Who made brother Li understand so many things about gods and ghosts, I have four articles written about you."

"Speaking of which, I want to leave a name in history in the future. If that's the case, how about adding another article called Thunder God Killing Ghosts?" Li Xiuyuan smiled.

It seems that the stories about the gods and ghosts of the ancients are not all fake, and some are just records of the strange things that they have seen and heard around them.

Zhang Bangchang became interested, and quickly asked, "Oh, brother Li, do you have any good stories?"

"Brother Zhang, do you know that thunder resounded from the south of the capital city last night, but no raindrops fell?" Li Xiuyuan asked.

"But I was woken up once, what's the inside story?" Zhang Bangchang said.

Li Xiuyuan said, "When you hear the sound of thunder but don't see the rain, there are nine out of ten cases where the Thunder God kills evil spirits. Does Brother Zhang know how the Thunder God's thunder strikes? Most of the time it doesn't fall straight down, but Fly sideways."

"Why?" Zhang Bangchang said in surprise, "Because he wants to hunt down evil spirits." Li Xiuyuan stretched out his finger and said, "Just like such a big bug, it glows and disappears in a flash. It's a thunder bug. It is a thunderbolt, because the speed is too fast, in the eyes of ordinary people, it looks like a firefly flying by, so it is called thunderworm. Some people have a few small holes on the courtyard wall for no reason, that is thunderworm Flying and hitting."

Zhang Bangchang exclaimed, but after thinking about it carefully, he found that such miraculous things happened around him, but he had never noticed it before.