Royal Master Painter

Chapter 374 Touring Wenfu
At this time, Wei Changli was in Wenfu, aimless, as if he wanted to keep this place in his heart forever.

In fact, there is no need to remember. I have lived here for nearly 900 years, and every plant, tree, brick and stone has already been deeply embedded in my mind.

The seven pavilions are the foundation of the Wenfu. They are based on clouds and are built in mid-air in a patchwork manner, just like a fairyland.

Wei Changli cleaned them one by one, and then locked the lock. All the important classics inside had been hidden by him.

After arriving at the Bi Tui Pavilion, there was only one old man left in the Bi Tui Pavilion.

The only task of the old man is to clean up the dust and pay homage to these portraits every day. Since Wei Changli became the head of the palace until now, it has always been like this.

Wei Changli took the incense from the old man's hand, lit it, inserted it into the incense burner, and saluted one by one.

One floor after another, all the way to the top floor, there are only two paintings enshrined here, Wen Zhenggong, the ancestor of the school, and Xiaoyao Gong, who pushed Wenfu to the top!
"Think about how many people who have been brilliant through the ages have come out of our Wenfu, there are madmen, refined scholars, and hermits, and they are all here now.

Soon your picture will hang here, and so will mine.

I just don't know, if I die, how will future generations comment on it?"

Wei Changli was a little worried. He knew that he had dedicated his whole life to the Wenfu, but the reputation in Qingdu was not very good, and most of them were jokes like Wei Ruanruan.

"If there hadn't been this catastrophe, the Wen Mansion would be revived in your hands."

The old man is dying and supports his body with a broom.

Few people know what Wei Changli has done, but this old man knows that Wen Fu has been restored to vitality after hundreds of years of hard work to restrain his edge.

If it weren't for this sudden change, the current Wenfu would not only take away the throne and take back Yunlu, but would also come out of Yunzhou and dominate the world, but everything had to be interrupted.

"I gave up everything for the Wenfu, but everything I did was in vain in the end, do you think I am a joke?" Wei Changli smiled self-deprecatingly.

"The life of a scribe is not determined by the reason for his birth, but by the reason for his death."

"Not bad, at least I still have a chance to choose"

Leaving Bi Tui Pavilion, Wei Changli took a sheep cart to tour every corner of Wenfu for the last time,
From the beginning of Wenfu to the present, there has never been a day as quiet as today, except for the rustling of the old trees in the breeze, there is no other sound.

In addition to their memories, there are also memories of their own life here.

Out of the empty yard in front of him suddenly ran out a smart young man with red lips and white teeth, with an excited expression on his face. Mr. Xiaoyao chased him all over the yard with a ruler in his hand and full of anger.

"Wei Hutou, you little bastard, that's the inscription of the first Palace Master, you dare to scribble on it, it makes me mad!"

After being caught, it was inevitable to have fried meat with bamboo shoots on his ass, but the master's irritability was often thunderous and rainy, and when he was tired of shouting, he fell into Xiaoyaogong's arms and snored.

"He can fall asleep even after being beaten, what a heartless person"

Duke Xiaoyao's anger also turned into weakness, and he carried Wei Changli back to his room.

"Wei Hutou, your handwriting has improved recently, why is there a fragrance in your handwriting?"

Mr. Xiaoyao put his nose on the paper and took a deep sniff, but he didn't smell it out. He dipped his finger in the ink and put it in his mouth to taste it. Wei Changli had a sly smile on his face.

"Because I put rosin in the ink, and horse urine!"

"Little bastard, I peeled off your skin"

"Tiger head, can you learn from your two senior brothers in the future to save the master some snacks, and don't always play tricks on the gentlemen?" Xiaoyao Gongyu said earnestly.

"No, don't you think Mr. Chang Jida looks like an old turtle basking in the sun when he leans on a cane and lowers his head slowly?"

Mr. Xiaoyao burst into laughter after hearing this, and then, as if he felt that he had done something wrong, he looked around and looked at no one at ease.

"Then you can't draw a turtle and stick it on his back. If I don't hit you, I'll be ashamed to see Changji. Come and stick your butt, I won't hit hard."

"Wei Hutou, why is half of my beard missing!"

Xiaoyaogong treats other schools with arrogance and majesty, but he is elegant and easy-going towards the people of Wenfu. Of course, only Wei Changli can irritate him.

"Let me drop this demon king under Wen Gong's willow, and starve for a day"

The beardless Mr. Xiaoyao left angrily, and two heads poked out from behind the tree.

"Junior brother, you are a real cow." The young Lu Daoxuan said enviously.

"Don't talk about those useless things, come and eat and drink!"

Qi Cifeng took out the wine and meat from his bosom, stuffed them into his mouth, and then fell asleep hanging from a tree while bathed in the wind from Yujing Lake.

This kind of trick has been played since childhood, and Mr. Xiaoyao just pretended not to see it.

"Master, it's been so many years, Hutou has missed you." Wei Changli wiped away a tear from the corner of his eye.

When the group of young people from the Wenfu left, they brought the secret method copied from the Wenfu, perhaps because they were too excited, and there were scattered books and papers all over the house.

Wei Changli got up from the goat cart, stooped down and put away the manuscripts, taking pains to take one by one.

The painting above may be poor in technique, the words on it may be unsightly, and the Fu on it may be nonsense, but these are extremely precious in Wei Changli's eyes.

"They have already left Qingdu and Yunzhou."

Thinking of these things, Wei Changli had a smile on his face. Every student in the Wenfu, no matter how absurd or well-behaved, no matter whether he was talented or mediocre, he regarded him as his own child.

"Follow the style of your life, send your son to Fuyao"

After collecting the manuscripts, he moved away a stubborn stone that was holding down the vegetation, and sent a swallow that had fallen from the nest in the eaves to the ground and had not yet opened its eyes back to the nest, and came to Bijia Mountain again.

Wei Changli caressed the mottled wall immersed in the fragrance of ink, and recalled in his mind that year, when he was only eight years old, he was discovered by Xiaoyao Gong who was traveling and brought him back to the Wenfu. Before the start of a legendary and amazing life.

After the parade, Wei Changli unhooked the ram, put down the boom in his hand, and put the tender grass that the old ram had never eaten into its mouth.

"They're all gone, you go too"

"Go, go."

Wei Changli patted the sheep's head, the ram didn't run very far, turned around after three steps, and finally ran back, kneeling on the ground beside Wei Changli.

"Old man, my way is over"

Seeing the skyrocketing vision in Qingdu, and the momentum of riots in various parts of Qingdu, Wei Changli had already prepared for it, and the three peaks of Bijia Mountain protruded like a pen holder.

The entire area around Bijia Mountain is piled with marble. The cross-section of the marble has black and white patterns. After being laid on the ground, it looks like a huge natural ink painting, and Bijia Mountain is a scene in the ink painting.

The paper is made of flat marble and black and white patterns, and the real mountains are integrated into it. This is one of the most famous beauties of the Yuling Continent, the Shanshui Pen Stand.

(End of this chapter)