Royal Master Painter

Chapter 210

After much deliberation, Lu Daoxuan finally chose to forbear, because besides winning or losing, the more important thing is that Shui Wuxin's breakthrough in the battle is now unstable. If he continues to fight, he may win, but he may be left with stubborn illnesses.

No matter whether Shui Wuxin wants to continue fighting or not, between the outcome of a match and Shui Wuxin's future, Lu Daoxuan decisively chooses the latter.

People should live freely. No one can force a scribe to give up his future to achieve a certain goal, not even the Wenfu.

This is the concept held by Wei Changli, and Lu Daoxuan deeply believes it.

This battle is not without any effect, at least let all Wen Fu who have seen dormancy for many years still have the strength to challenge the Confucian House.

At the same time, it is not easy for the Yuefu and the Wufu to completely replace the Wenfu with their accumulated resources.

The Goose Lake Society is gradually evolving from a battle between the Eight Houses to an agreed battle between the Confucian House and the Wen House. Zhao Suixian and Meng Qingge each defeated their opponents and became the next group to fight.

The next two battles are particularly critical, and Jiang Li's opponent is the No. [-] Arrogant of the Eight Houses, Yan Youqin.

Facing the big battle, Jiang Greed didn't have too many emotional fluctuations. After all, no matter whether he was afraid, excited, or frightened, this battle was inevitable.

Faced with things beyond his control, he simply calmed down.

Ever since he received the three hundred lashes, the people of the Confucian Mansion felt that their Thousand Rules had been challenged, so they directly sent a book boy to follow him to check at any time whether he was drinking, cursing, or insulting gentlemen. Destroy the name of the holy place of Confucianism.

As soon as he picked up the wine, someone ran up behind him and recited the Confucian Mansion Thousand Instructions to him.

Really bored, Jiang Greed simply left the Confucian Mansion and went to see other places in Xihe.

Xihe is located in a plain area with fertile soil. No matter how much he dislikes Confucian scholars, the people here are indeed very prosperous.

Two years ago, a catastrophe in Yunzhou caused countless people to lose their homes and eat their own children. If it happened in Xihe, it would definitely not be so tragic.

If it is said that Qing is a capital soaked in wine, Xihe City is a big city submerged in farming.

There are many farmhouses in the fields, among which Jiang Li saw a young man riding on the back of a bull with his trouser legs and sleeves rolled up, holding a book in his hand and looking at it seriously. The wisps of cooking smoke added a bit of vitality.

The very simple picture made Jiang Li taste a different rhythm. The boy's skin was a little yellowed due to long-term sun exposure. He could not be called handsome, but he was very clean and simple, and his every move blended with the surrounding environment.

The young man seemed to have finished his day's work, reading a book, and the old scalper who knew the disciples took him home.

All the pictures were frozen in Jiang Lu's mind, and Jiang Lu took out the pen and paper from the book tube, and then began to paint.

I don't pursue the quality of the painting, I don't pursue how powerful the painting spirit is, but I just record the beauty and tranquility that touches the soul on the painting paper.

After finishing, Jiang Li took a serious look at it, and it was perfect.

"Is that me in the picture?"

The painting was so serious that Jiang Li didn't even know when the bull riding boy had come to his side.

"The scene just now is completely different from Yunzhou, so I drew it because I felt something in my heart, and please forgive me for taking the liberty," Jiang Li said hastily.

"The painting is really good, can you give it to me?" The man smiled, his eyes were clear and bright.

"sure"

It's just a random drawing, and it's not worth much, so it's a gift.

The man jumped off the old ox's back, carefully put away the scroll, and put it together with his books in the book basket on the ox's horns.

"Are you a painter who came to participate in the Goose Lake meeting?"

"Well, we literati can't bear to be restrained, and it's really uncomfortable to stay in the Confucian mansion, so we sneaked out," Jiang Li said.

"Confucian Mansion Qianxun, if you hadn't lived here since you were young, it would be really hard to adapt, it's really hard for you," the man laughed.

Jiang Greed took out the wine and was about to take a sip before looking at the bull rider.

"You don't want to recite the Thousand Instructions of the Confucian Mansion for me too?"

"No, you can rest assured to drink here, I will not report on you"

As the wind blows over the rice fields, one or two ears of wheat hang down, casting half of the shade.Jiang Greed and this man sat together on the ridge in the Xihe field, next to an old scalper lying on the ground and taking a nap.

Seeing Jiang Greed's cheerful expression, the boy riding a bull asked curiously.

"Is the wine really that good?"

"Of course, have you never drank it before?" Jiang Greed was a little surprised.

"No, I am also a Confucian scholar after all."

"Since you are a Confucian scholar, why don't you stop me like everyone else?" Jiang Greed asked strangely.

"Thousands of Confucianism are not used to restrain others, but to restrain oneself"

"I didn't expect that there were some Confucian scholars who were not so rigid." Jiang Li immediately felt good.

"It's just that I don't look rigid, but in fact I also abide by the thousand rules.

For example, the spring field does not encircle the marsh, does not cover the crowd, does not take the eggs of the cockroaches, does not remove the body of the jade, does not penetrate the harp for no reason, does not penetrate the county for no reason, and does not drink alcohol for no reason.

You must ask when you leave the mansion, and report first when you return to the mansion.When the elder labors, he bows. When the elder asks, he bows and then answers.Confucian scholars can kill the public, they can kill the system, and they can kill the ceremony. "

The bull rider waved his fingers like he was counting treasures, and Jiang Li's head grew dizzy when he heard that.

"Does that make any sense?"

"Many people think that the Confucian Mansion's thousand precepts are rigid and dogmatic, but no matter what the outside world thinks, the Confucian Mansion's thousand precepts are not only not decreasing, but are constantly increasing, because the thousand precepts are the foundation of the Confucian Mansion's existence."

This man's eloquent talk made Jiang Li a little puzzled. The foundation of the existence of a mansion is all secret methods and cultivation methods. This is the first time I have heard that the cornerstone of the Confucian mansion is dogma.

"I don't think Qian Xunzhang is more powerful than your awe-inspiring righteousness and the law of heaven and man."

"The way of heaven and earth is illusory. Confucian masters once said that they are hidden among all living beings. Therefore, Confucian scholars take the heart of heaven and earth as their own heart, take the life of all living beings as their own destiny, and get enlightened from it.

No matter the awe-inspiring righteousness or the art of heaven and man, they all originate from the righteous way of heaven and earth we uphold.

Since it is the righteous way, it is necessary to ensure that those who practice the way cultivate their bodies and minds, so as to be impartial, neither angry nor happy, and restrain human desires. Thousands of precepts are the foundation of Confucianism and Taoism that Confucian scholars can achieve. "

"What you said is a bit mysterious. If someone could do what Qian Xunzhang said, he would have been sanctified a long time ago. Also, your reputation as Confucian scholars in the Eight Houses is not as good as you imagined. "

From Lu Daoxuan alone, Jiang Li has heard no less than a dozen sentence patterns scolding Confucian scholars.

"The original intention of Qian Xunzhang is excellent, and it is also the most ideal state. But people are people after all, and the most difficult thing to break free is the two words of fame and fortune. Most of the troubles in the Eight Houses are born because of this."

The two talked on the ridge of the field and under the ears of wheat, from the shallower to the deeper, behind them was a round of setting sun and fiery sunset.

Jiang Greed questioned, the bull rider cleared up his doubts, Jiang Greed defended, and the bull rider cleared his doubts.

The conversation between the two couldn't convince anyone, but they didn't blush, and all the questions and answers were like flowing water, only the wind in the field and the cattle beside them heard.

Seeing that the sky was about to end, the two parted. The man patted the dust off his body and sat on the back of the bull again, heading home under the sunset.

Jiang Greed suddenly remembered that he hadn't asked his name yet, so he shouted at his back.

"What's your name"

"Yan You Qin"

(End of this chapter)