Royal Master Painter

Chapter 252 Yunlu
Meng Kuyin, one of the most powerful scholars in the world as an instructor of the Wenfu, with him, naturally no Xiao Xiao would dare not open his eyes to look for him, especially after Meng Kuyin mercilessly killed those servants in front of the palace .

Jiang Greed suddenly remembered, shouldn't Meng Kuyin be in Qingdu?Why did he appear on the border of Yunzhou so far away, is it just to protect himself?

"Brother Zhou, you and Mr. Meng will reconcile and appear here"

Meng Kuyin didn't mention it, so Jiang Greed could only ask Zhou Xiaoshi, who was Meng Kuyin's disciple.

"Thanks to you, there will be a battle at Xihe Goose Lake. Mr. Lu has a bet with the people from Confucian Mansion. If you can defeat Yan Youqin, you will return Yunxinan to Wen Mansion. Master and I will be together this time." In order to ask for this place," Zhou Xiaoshi said.

"I used to hear Master Lu talk about it, saying that this is the holy land of the Wenfu that was stolen by the Confucian Mansion. Yunxinan does not belong to the Wenfu, and he died with peace, but I don't know much about this place."

"I only heard about it from my master in the past two days. The southern foot of Yunxi can be said to be the birthplace of the Wenfu, and it is the place where the first generation of Wenfu's master, Wen Zhenggong, was born, enlightened, and practiced.

Afterwards, countless scribes regarded it as a holy place. They explored the demeanor of the first generation of palace owners and lived in seclusion, leaving many rare writings, including the second generation of palace owners Xiaoyao Gong, Changli Gong, and Mr. Lu. It is here, and many sages of Wenfu are buried here.

Some people even say that five points of the cultural context of the world belong to Qingdu, and five points are hidden in Yunlu."

"Why is such an important place known to so few people in Qingdu, and how did it fall into the hands of the Confucian government?"

"It's only been three years since we became students of the Wenfu government, but it has been nearly 300 years since Yunxinan fell into the hands of the Confucian government. This is a disgrace to the Wenfu government. Old people who know it are ashamed to mention it again, so we younger students It is unheard of.

As for how it fell into the hands of the Confucian government, it is said that it was related to Zhao Wuxie, a disciple of Duke Changli back then, but what exactly happened, sir did not say, so I don’t know.”

The southern foot of Yunxi is about to return to the Wenfu, and Meng Kuyin is of course very happy. This is also one of the most important reasons why the teachings and teachings of the Wenfu have changed Jiang Lu's attitude. After all, the biggest contributor is Jiang Lu.

Jiang Greed rode the Dapeng Fu to shuttle around the original, skimmed through the air, and after turning over a mountain that stretched hundreds of miles in front of him, he finally saw the southern foot of Yunxi.

It was late autumn in Qingdu at this time, the weather was slightly cold and everything was decaying, but the southern foot of Yunxi still maintained its vitality, with red and green alternated as far as the eye could see.

There are many mountains in Yunzhou, but the terrain here is flat and open, with lush water and grass.

A meandering stream carrying blue waves, like a jade belt, spreads across thousands of miles of fertile fields.

An ancient city named Yunlu is located between the twists and turns of the Yunxi River, like a pearl embedded in this thousand-mile plain.

The roc hovered at low altitude, and everything in the city came into view, and all the buildings had an ancient charm.

"This is Yunlu, which is as famous as Qingdu..." Meng Kuyin was quite excited.

"Late-born Kong Yingda, whoever dares to ask is the teacher of the Wenfu, Mr. Meng Kuyin?"

A middle-aged Confucian scholar appeared on top of Yunlu City and stopped several people.

"That's right, I'm here today to visit Kong Kaiping, a doctor of internal education in the Confucian Mansion"

"Brother Kong Kaiping went out to visit friends in the city today, but has not returned yet"

"It's okay, I'll wait for him to come back at Yunlu"

Meng Kuyin has already decided, let alone three or two days, even if it takes a year or so, he will spend in Yunlu City.

"In this case, Mr. Meng, please feel free. I will report to you as soon as my father returns."

Kong Yingda is also a smart person, of course he knows why the people from the Wenfu came, and he can't be dismissed with just a few words, so he simply welcomes them into the city.

"Since Kong Kaiping is not here, I will take you to have a good tour here. I still remember the last time I came, I am just like you, just a student of Wenfu!"

"Come this way"

Meng Kuyin led them not into the city, but went straight to a remote wilderness in Yunlu.

Here is a gazebo with flowing water, leisurely flowers and quiet grass, very deep and comfortable.

"I heard from my husband that there was a grand meeting here many years ago. More than a dozen top literati had a banquet here. The music was flowing and the poems were paired. It was the most elegant event in the world, and Wen Zhenggong personally Wrote a famous article through the ages, "Yunxi Preface"

Meng Kuyin's voice was trembling slightly, even if he was as strong as him, his eyes were filled with incomparable fascination.

Jiang Li is a painter, and also has a high achievement in Fu Yi, but he is not very proficient in calligraphy, but these three words set off a huge wave in Zhou Xiaoshi's mind.

"The number one book post in the world, Yunxi preface? Isn't it lost?"

"Lost? Yunxi Xu is at Yunlu, right here"

Meng Kuyin led them to the gazebo beside the Yunxi River. There was a strong restriction outside the gazebo. Kong Kaiping never allowed people from Yunlu to approach here.

But now that Yunlu has returned to Wenfu, Meng Kuyin certainly doesn't care about the rules established by Confucianism. With a wave of his hand, the restriction was broken after a moment of stalemate.

A stone tablet in the gazebo was covered with a piece of cloth, Meng Kuyin did not rush forward, but bowed respectfully to the stone tablet twice.

After Meng Kuyin bowed, Jiang Greed and Zhou Xiaoshi didn't dare to stand still, after all, they were also scribes.

After the salute was over, Meng Kuyin took off the white cloth with trembling hands, revealing the original face of the stele!

"Time Weishuang Preface, troubled times and three autumns, literati and sages will meet in Lanxi..."

When the words and sentences on the stele appeared in Jiang Li's field of vision, even Jiang Li, who was not familiar with calligraphy, was shocked, and every bit of painting was amazing.

Even this stone tablet is a world in Jiang Gu's eyes, every line is extremely graceful, every word is elegant and graceful, and it comes alive like a dragon walking in the sky.

"Floating like a cloud, as graceful as a dragon swimming, charming and vigorous, there is no difference between ancient and modern"

"After I left here back then, I retreated for seven years, and now I have the attainments of calligraphy. That's why I brought you here."

The number one book in the world has always been hidden here. Zhou Xiaoshi is very talented, and he is the best candidate for spiritual comprehension. Zhou Xiaoshi is just as Meng Kuyin expected, immersed in it and unable to extricate himself.

In Su Kou's eyes, these calligraphy are only beautiful and have a unique rhythm, but he doesn't know the specific advantages.

"Jiang Li, you are proficient in Danqing and good at composing Fu, but you don't know calligraphy. Today is just a chance to see if you have any insights," Meng Kuyin said.

"This method of sticking chapters should be the first in ancient and modern times. The characters are all reflected on the belt, whether large or small, as you like, and the characters are all the rules of calligraphy."

“Nice, very discerning”

"I'm not afraid of Mr. Meng's jokes. I only have my eyesight. If I want to achieve success in calligraphy, I must copy for many years. I don't have such talent and patience."

Jiang Greed smiled and rejected Meng Kuyin's kindness. His talent in Danqingyi is not bad. He has made some achievements in painting in two generations. Embarrassed.

Seeing Daoya holding a pig-killing knife and making gestures before Lanxi's preface, Jiang Greed hurriedly carried him back.

"Little ancestor, don't move around. This is the number one book post in the world. If you destroy a word, countless people will come to you desperately."

(End of this chapter)