The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

"When you get here, you don't have to worry about being assassinated. Not to mention that there is a great demon king here. If you are attacked here, the East Sea Dragon Clan will make the demon clan pay ten times the price." Lai Pianjiang said.

"That's even better. Let's go to the place where the Qin-like cultural treasures are sold first." Fang Yun said.

"Yes." Yang Yuhuan nodded.

Fang Yun glanced at Fang Daniu and found that he had a pleading look in his eyes, and then winked in the direction of Xiaoying.

Fang Yun rolled his eyes at him and said to everyone: "Since it is very safe in Yinlong Pavilion, everyone should go and see their own things. Gather at the door at midnight. If I don't come back, you go home first."

Fang Daniu secretly gave Fang Yun a thumbs up, and then showed a look of thanking the young master for going through fire and water in the future.

Fang Yun took Yang Yuhuan's little hand, asked the direction of the Qin-like cultural treasure, and slowly walked there. Except for Pang Juren and the deputy general Jinshi who followed, everyone else either stayed at the door or scattered to find things they were interested in.

Everything in Yinlong Pavilion was very expensive, only the things in the grocery area were relatively cheap.

Yinlong Pavilion at this time was like a small town, larger than any shopping mall Fang Yun had ever seen. On the way, someone was selling Yinlong Pavilion maps, and Fang Yun bought two copies, one for Yang Yuhuan and one for himself.

In just a hundred breaths, he memorized all the places in Yinlong Pavilion, and then handed the map to Nunu.

Fang Yun and Yang Yuhuan walked forward hand in hand, and Nunu stood on Fang Yun's shoulder, holding the map and looking at it carefully, like a real person. After a while, he handed the map to Fang Yun and pointed to the dining area and cried.

Fang Yun took a look, so he lied to it and said, "You held it upside down."

Nunu was stunned for a moment, nodded and cried, and carefully turned the map over, looked at it carefully, blinked constantly, and finally looked at Fang Yun in confusion.

Yang Yuhuan couldn't help but chuckle when she saw the little fox's silly look, and her white pearly teeth were particularly eye-catching. Then she realized that she had lost her composure and hurriedly covered her mouth with her hands. She found that Fang Yun was staring at her with a look of love, and she lowered her head in shame.

The little fox suddenly realized, and immediately used its head to gently touch Fang Yun's head, and then cried, as if to say you are so bad! Nunu will not live!

Fang Yun smiled and stretched out his hand to gently scratch its neck, and it immediately calmed down, squinting its eyes and enjoying it comfortably.

There were not many people at the door, and it became lively when entering the shop area.

Fang Yun occasionally whispered to Yang Yuhuan, and most of the time he looked to both sides. The shops here were very neat, one row after another, and the road between the two rows of shops was two feet long and very wide, but the more people walked in, the more people there were.

Fang Yun knew that, except for a few literati, most people in Shengyuan Continent had limited forms of entertainment and their lives were too monotonous, so many people would be extremely enthusiastic when encountering such festivals. If it were an era with a variety of entertainment forms, humans would gradually become indifferent to various festivals.

As they walked, a person squeezed over. Seeing that Yang Yuhuan was about to bump into someone, Fang Yun stretched out his hand to hold Yang Yuhuan's waist and let her lean on him.

Yang Yuhuan looked up at Fang Yun shyly and surprised. Although the customs of Shengyuan Continent were relatively open, such intimacy was nothing, but after all, few people would do so.

Fang Yun looked down at Yang Yuhuan's eyes and smiled slightly.

Yang Yuhuan clearly felt that Fang Yun's eyes were filled with a reassuring power, but her heart was still pounding. She was afraid of being seen, so she quickly lowered her head.

Fang Yun didn't care about other people's eyes, which was better than letting Yang Yuhuan squeeze around.

Yang Yuhuan didn't dare to look up all the way, and walked silently with Fang Yun. No matter what Fang Yun asked, she answered with simple answers like "um".

Since today is the Chinese Valentine's Day, people on the road don't think there is anything unusual, but envy. A few lovers or couples even imitate the two of them and lean against each other.

Fang Yun kept looking at the shops on both sides, and soon found that it was no wonder that there were so many people here. It turned out that it was not only Yuhai City that was selling things, not only the entire Qing Kingdom, but also merchants from Wu Kingdom, Qi Kingdom and other countries without coastlines in the west, including some wealthy and even semi-saint families.

However, there were more idle ordinary merchants, because it was completely free to open a shop here, but they just needed to sell some valuable things.

Fang Yun saw that there were two categories of items. The first category was things used by literati, such as the four treasures of the study, ancient books and paintings, bookcases, tables and chairs, etc. The second category was things from the monsters and barbarians, all kinds of fur, bones and blood.

The barbarians were better, only the head and blood were valuable, but the monsters were miserable, every part of the body was useful, even if it was made into handicrafts, it was very popular among the human race, because many people's relatives and friends had been harmed by the monsters and used them to vent their anger.

Fang Yun liked to look at these things very much, because he could understand the world most intuitively.

Soon, Fang Yun came to the Wenbao area. This was not an ordinary stall, but a series of houses, and even some small squares. Many people were selling things or waiting for people to exchange.

There were very few people here, because many people's shops or doors had a transparent water door, and only talented people could bring people through.

Fang Yun's arm left Yang Yuhuan's waist, and he took her hand and looked around slowly, and soon came to an open-air circular square.

There were many wooden racks outside the small square, and there were various Wenbaoqins on the wooden racks, as many as hundreds of them. Those Yaoqins were new and old, and some were even incomplete, but each qin had a peculiar attraction. Even people who didn't understand qins would feel the extraordinaryness of these qins when they saw them.

Some of the qins exuded an extremely clear aura, not to mention Fang Yun, even Yang Yuhuan, an ordinary person, could sense it.

Especially the blood-colored long zither in the middle, the body of the zither is extremely long. The general zither is three feet six inches and five centimeters, which is in line with the number of three hundred and sixty-five, but this zither is more than three inches longer than the ordinary zither, close to four feet.

Fang Yun immediately thought of a famous zither "Blood Mosquito" in Jingguo. The name doesn't sound impressive, but it is a famous killing zither. Not only does it sound like a mosquito, but it also kills monsters and barbarians like killing mosquitoes. This is a great scholar's literary treasure, and no one knows who it ended up in.

Fang Yun felt a strong killing intent from it. This zither must have killed at least tens of thousands of monsters to have such a terrible killing intent.

Although other zithers have their own merits, they are not as domineering as this one.

Fang Yun couldn't help but feel a little excited. The reason why he studied painting and zither as a minor is because these two are very consistent with poetry!

Because once poetry and painting are combined, their power will inevitably increase greatly, and many of the Qin Dao's music is derived from poetry, or corresponds to poetry, such as "Feng Qiu Huang", which is a combination of poetry and music.

Not only in Shengyuan Continent, in the Tang Dynasty on Earth, the Qin music "Yangguan Sandie" originated from Wang Wei's famous poem, "Guanshan Yue" and "Dou Yi" originated from Li Bai's ancient poems, and there are countless such examples.

Fang Yun knew that Qin Dao and Confucianism were deeply connected. Since the Song Dynasty, the most popular Qin shape has been the "Zhongni style", and Confucius of Shengyuan Continent also designed the shape of Yaoqin himself, which was also the "Zhongni style".

Confucius himself was a Qin player, and there is a clear record in "Historical Records". When Confucius entered the demon world, he brought the first killing Qin "Hao Zhong". When a song came out, the mountains and rivers of 100,000 miles collapsed.

Before, Fang Yun wanted to learn painting first and then Qin, but he found that Yang Yuhuan had a talent for Qin and Se, and could use Se to assist Qin players, so he had to master Qin Dao as soon as possible.

There were more than 200 people standing or sitting in the center of the small square. Since the people in the outer circle were standing and the people in the inner circle were sitting, Fang Yun could not see how many people were inside, but it seemed that there were about 30 people sitting, and the rest of the 100 people were standing.

Most of those standing were young people, but there were also some older people, and even a person wearing a Jinshi costume was standing obediently.

Fang Yun signaled Yang Yuhuan and Nunu not to speak, and slowly walked over, came behind those standing people, and looked inside.

The people sitting inside were arranged in an arc. Except for two or three people in their early thirties, the rest were at least forty or fifty years old. Some of them were so old that they could only squint their eyes and did not even have the strength to open their eyes wide.

There were also several old men in scholar clothes sitting peacefully, and they did not think there was anything wrong with sitting in front of so many Jinshi or Juren.

Fang Yun looked at those sitting people and found seven or eight familiar people, including those he saw at the Dragon Boat Festival celebration banquet, and those he just met at the Qixi Cihui. As for another familiar person, Fang Yun could not help but smile slightly, and was secretly shocked in his heart.

The man sitting in the middle who didn't even have the strength to open his eyes was the old man who helped Fang Yun to disguise himself with painting.

Fang Yun originally guessed that the old man's painting skills could at least reach the third level. Now it seems that this man's zither skills are at least at the third level, otherwise he would not be sitting there. He couldn't help but think of a legendary figure in Jingguo.

The old man slightly raised his eyelids and looked at Fang Yun, then drooped his eyelids again, pretending not to know him.

Fang Yun's face was also normal.

A zither player was explaining how to identify the age and quality of a zither by the sound of the zither. He explained it in much more detail than what Fang Yun had seen in the book, and there were a lot of examples. Fang Yun immediately listened carefully.

Next, the zither players present explained the identification of the Yaoqin, mainly to distinguish the age and the number of layers.

The zither is slightly different from other cultural treasures.

The power of all cultural treasures will be lost due to various factors. Once the age is up, it will become an ordinary item. If it is injected with talent again, it will be no different from injecting talent into a new item.

The Wenbaoqin is different. Every time the power of the Wenbaoqin dissipates and the talent is injected again, the power of the Wenbaoqin will be enhanced, and it will become stronger and stronger. The more times the talent is injected, the more layers of the qin will be. However, most Wenbaoqin can only withstand three injections. If it is injected more than three times, it will cause the qin to collapse.

Once the injection number exceeds three times, reaching the fourth layer or higher, the power of the Yaoqin will be greatly improved.

The same is the Wenbaoqin of the Juren. A person consumes the same talent to play a war song. The power of the two-layer qin is only 10% more than that of the one-layer qin, but the power of the four-layer qin is exactly twice that of the one-layer qin!

If it weren't for the fact that the qins above the fourth layer are very rare, the status of the qin would not be much worse than poetry.

It is already very demanding to use the Wenbaoqin to play a war song, and the war song played by the four-layer qin can compete with the war poetry, which greatly raises the threshold of the qin.

However, every qin master who has cultivated the qin to a very high level and owns a famous qin is a big man who is famous in the ten countries.