The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1422 Dirty!

"Last time you watched willow trees form characters by the Wudao River and created your own willow style. What did you watch to create this font this time?" one person asked.

Fang Yun was silent for a moment and said: "I fell in love with Yan Sheng because I read "Yan Zi". Yan Sheng's holy way is like a mountain in front of me. He allowed me to understand this font, so it is called Yan Ti."

Everyone was stunned. Although this kind of statement is rare, it is indeed not strange. There are precedents.

"Yan body? Okay! Fang Xusheng, please be patient. I will return it immediately after the rubbing."

Fang Yun smiled helplessly. Sai Xiaoyu didn't even ask whether he agreed or not, for fear that he would reject them.

Calligraphy works of this level, even rubbings, have extremely high collection value, and copybooks printed in workshops are far inferior.

The two great scholars and great scholars each showed their magical powers. They did not use the ordinary rubbing method, but directly used their talents as the medium to rub the paper onto the page.

Sai Xiaoyu was the most extravagant. He actually took out a holy page and used his talent to rub the shrunken text.

Although the text on the rubbings on the holy page has become smaller, it is more charming than the rubbings on ordinary paper, and even has the edge and sharpness of Fang Yun. After Sai Xiaoyu completed the rubbing, he held it in both hands, and his sleeves suddenly shattered like butterflies. Every now and then.

Everyone was astonished that the words printed on the holy page had such power.

When Ling Guyao saw this, he also took out a sacred page and printed four characters.

After everyone finished rubbing, they still looked at the plaque and continued to discuss and communicate.

After a while, Qingyun appeared in both the Holy Courtyard and Kongcheng City, flying towards here.

Fang Yun took a casual look and couldn't help but be stunned. There were more than 30 people standing in the sky, as well as a small number of Jinshi or Hanlin champions. Yan Yukong was among them.

The number of rising stars continues to increase.

Many women looked up and looked ahead and kept whispering. A few women even whispered the names of the people approaching them. They were all famous figures in Kongcheng.

This time, no one was in a panic, but they were still a little worried. After all, the incident happened suddenly, and they didn't know what kind of storm would brew.

Sai Xiaoyu casually glanced at the people who came, and then said: "These people are all people who love calligraphy. You don't need to panic. Just do what you need to do and leave."

The girls hesitated, then looked at Fang Yun together.

Fang Yun is the master of this place in their minds.

Fang Yun smiled and nodded, and said: "The sky is almost over and some people want to go home. Let's go now. As for the people who live here, go buy some tables, chairs and fruits to eat. I think there will be a lot of people in front of the Women's Academy. lively."

Everyone is waking up from a dream. Fang Yun's appearance can attract great scholars, and it will inevitably attract other famous calligraphers. The plaque can only be placed here, and those people can only come here to see it.

Yang Xunlou said hurriedly: "I will be responsible for this matter. Sisters, please do not let the reputation of our Women's Society fall into disgrace today!"

The girls were extremely excited and realized that today might be an opportunity for the Women's Society to grow.

So, Yang Xunlou began to direct the women of the Women's Club to arrange the scene. Those women who were going home also stayed here, not to miss such a grand event.

Not long after, those peaceful clouds descended one after another, and many scholars said hello one after another. Yan Yukong came over and said with a smile: "Why do I always think that the origin of your appearance is nonsense?"

"I'm very serious." Fang Yun said seriously.

"I'm here to look at the calligraphy. Li Fanming and those guys are coming too. I'm afraid it won't be quiet here tonight." Yan Yukong glanced at the broken door frame, ignored everything else, and walked quickly to the plaque to see the four faces of Yan Ti. Character.

Blue clouds kept falling from the sky, and soon after, carriages approached from the direction of Kongcheng and the Holy Monastery, and scholars arrived one after another.

When many people arrived, their eyes were like fire, as if they were robbing treasures, and they quickly approached and stared at the plaque intently.

The sun sets and night falls, but the lights in front of the Women's Academy are brightly lit, and the luminous pearls are held up in the air by the power of the bachelor or scholar.

The front door of the academy is no longer empty. There are many tables and chairs arranged. After reading the plaque, many people gathered together to eat, drink and discuss in full swing.

Kongcheng is the largest city in the human race and the city with the most scholars. The humanities who came there at the beginning had a very high status, but I don’t know who spread the rumors, saying that Fang Yun held a calligraphy and literary conference at the Women’s Academy and created the best regular script in the world. The scholars in Kongcheng could not sit still.

Just the fact that Fang Yun holds a literary conference is enough to attract many people, and the gimmick of the world's best regular script is even more attractive. Coupled with the four words "Women Academy", those who don't want to read calligraphy want to watch the fun.

Seen from a high altitude at night, the road from Kongcheng to Women's Academy is covered with dense torches, like a long dragon of sparks moving slowly, stretching for dozens of miles, which is quite spectacular.

The plaque was placed on the table, but there were so many people coming that they couldn't see it from a good angle.

So, after a Mohist scholar inquired about Fang's luck, he personally took action, holding a Luban ruler, and tossed it gently. He saw that the Luban ruler became larger in the wind, and finally turned into a hundred-foot light ruler suspended in the sky, emitting a faint white light. , forming a trumpet-shaped mask.

Subsequently, a large amount of wood flew out of the warehouse of Women Academy.

After those pieces of wood entered the light range of Luban ruler, they deformed rapidly, and a large number of wood chips fell gently like snowflakes.

The formed wooden components flew behind the broken door and quickly assembled into a majestic new door.

"Offended!" After saying this, the Mohist Grand Scholar reached out and pointed, and the plaque with the words "Women's Academy" flew into the air, and finally landed on the main entrance of the academy, where it was firmly nailed.

People who come here never talk about the Jinguo Academy, but only talk about the four words "Jinguo Academy". Now that the main gate is completed, everyone has fallen silent.

More and more people are coming from Kongcheng, and the total number of people in front of the main gate of the academy has exceeded 10,000.

Under the illumination of the lights, tens of thousands of people are silent, and the scene is quite weird.

Sai Xiaoyu coughed lightly and said, "Today, we will only talk about calligraphy, not other things. If someone stirs up trouble, they will be enemies with our Academy of Calligraphy and Academy of Painting!"

"Xiaoyu is right, today we will only talk about calligraphy!" Wang Minghan, the dean of the Academy of Calligraphy, spoke up afterwards. As a descendant of the semi-saint Wang Xizhi, his words were final.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Xiaoyu is right. Today, the Jinguo Literary Meeting will only talk about Yan style, not other things!"

Some people hiding in the dark frowned immediately, and finally sighed helplessly. Although the Academy of Calligraphy and the Academy of Painting cannot be compared with the Four Saints Pavilion and the various halls, they still have huge power. After all, every scholar must practice calligraphy and learn painting.

The atmosphere at the scene eased a little.

Suddenly, Li Fanming's voice came from a newly arrived carriage: "Fang Yun, is this Yan style created because of "Yanzi" or for Yan Yukong?"

After a moment of calm, there was a burst of laughter.

"Ivory can't come out of a dog's mouth!" Yan Yukong had never been told that before, and his face turned red with anger.

"Dirty!" Fang Yun glanced at Li Fanming who had just got off the car with a bad temper.

Nunu fell to the ground and laughed, gasping for breath.

Yan Gui laughed so hard that his whole body trembled, and suddenly he stepped on empty air and fell off the table with a bang.

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