I practiced magic in the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 7 A Glimpse of Soji's Beauty

Chenliu, Feibai Sutra Hall.

This place was originally the Cai family's former residence. It was sold and sold to new owners when Cai Yong fled to Jiangdong to avoid disaster. The current owner is a wealthy businessman from Chenliu. After learning that Cai Yong had returned, he immediately returned the Cai family's old house to the original owner without asking for a penny.

The sun was shining brightly, but there was still a long queue in front of the scripture hall.

There were so many people that one could not see the end of the crowd, which shows how popular Cai Yong was.

The Han Dynasty inherited the old customs of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, and private schools were extremely popular. Many ambitious students would choose to study under famous teachers outside of official schools.

Therefore, the teaching level of private schools such as Jingguan, Jingshe and Jinglu, which were presided over by famous teachers, was often no less than that of the Imperial College, an official school, and scholars flocked to them.

For example, Shangshu Lu Zhi taught classes, and Gongsun Zan and Liu Bei were both his disciples.

And a world-renowned master of Confucian classics like Cai Yong was even more famous and influential than Lu Zhi. It can be said that there were countless Confucian scholars who wanted to become his disciples.

As a result, many ordinary Confucian scholars with insufficient family background could only barely register their names under Cai Yong and become registered disciples. In fact, it was equivalent to just recording their names. Although they also had the status of disciples, their nature was similar to that of auditors. They basically had no chance to receive individual instruction from Cai Yong.

Only disciples were qualified to be taught by Cai Yong himself.

Wang Jing, Wang Gai and Wang Ling all three of them were qualified to become Cai Yong's disciples and were able to attend the meeting. After all, the Taiyuan Wang family was still a well-known name and they had to give them face.

The oxcart stopped outside the door. Wang Jing lifted the curtain and was stunned by the lively scene in front of him: "It seems that there are many people who are eager to learn and make progress."

Wang Gai looked at Wang Jing unhappily: "Humph, do you think everyone in the world is as lazy as you?"

After getting off the car, Wang Gai told the driver to park the car so as not to block the road, and then he held the name card and called out the names of the people entering.

The appearance of the three people quickly attracted attention, especially from many people from humble backgrounds, whose envious eyes fell on Wang Jing and Wang Ling.

Wang Jing sighed in a low voice, and grumbled in a way that only middle-aged men could understand: "Alas, the gate of the Cai family, some people want to get in, while others want to get out, it really is like a siege everywhere."

"Second brother, what is the siege?"

"Children should not ask too many questions about adult matters."

Wang Ling looked at Wang Jing speechlessly, complaining in his heart.

He is obviously not much older than me, but he speaks in an old-fashioned way, as if he is a generation older than me. It really infuriates me!

After the doorman called out his name, Wang Jing was about to walk in when he heard exclamations and the sound of horse hooves behind him.

"Get out of my way!"

Xilulu~
The man was an excellent horseman. He pulled the reins before crashing into the crowd, and then the horse neighed loudly and raised its hooves high, which frightened many Confucian scholars around him so much that their legs went weak on the spot.

"Who are you to ride a horse in a busy city?"

"What the hell is this to you?"

"You! Are you a vulgar and rude person, worthy of being Mr. Bo Ji's disciple?"

"Oh, what the hell is it to you?"

"you you you!"

Wang Jing watched the fun happily from the sidelines, with no intention of standing up to uphold justice.

After all, horses in the Eastern Han Dynasty were not cheap. A slightly higher-quality horse would cost more than 100,000 or 200,000 coins each, which could be called the ancient version of Lamborghini.

Therefore, anyone who can afford to ride a horse, especially a fine horse, must be either rich or noble, and come from a prominent family.

Wang Jing was even a little envious, and turned to ask Wang Gai: "Brother, I want a good horse."

Wang Gai glared at Wang Jing unhappily: "You want it? I still want it! Do you know how much a famous BMW is worth?"

"Does our Taiyuan Wang family still need this little money?"

"Father doesn't like luxury. He's lucky to have a bullock cart. You should be content and stop thinking too much."

"Brother, you are wrong. As the saying goes, a dragon horse has snowy fur and a golden saddle. A jade sword cuts through the autumn frost and a pearl robe shines through the sunset. I want a good horse because I have great ambitions and lofty aspirations in my heart."

"Haha, I see you just want to show off in front of others, to flaunt your wealth and power."

"Ahem, brother, you always have prejudices against me. Is that good? That's not good."

puff~
A young scholar passing by heard the brothers quarreling and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Wang Jing looked back and saw that the other person was standing like a beautiful orchid, smiling like the bright moon in his arms. He was even more handsome than himself. He was immediately very unhappy: "Who are you?"

The other party bowed and saluted, and said humbly: "I am from the Yang family of Taishan, and my given name is Xuan."

Taishan Yangshi?

Royal relatives of the Jin Dynasty?
Well, this is another prominent family that we cannot afford to offend.

When you are out and about, more friends mean more opportunities. Wang Jing, who is well versed in the ways of the world, immediately put on a smiling face and approached her, saying politely, "A jade bi that is six inches in size is called a xuan. What a good name, with a good meaning."

Yang Xuan's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he was obviously a little surprised: "This quote comes from Er Ya. It seems that you have a wide range of knowledge on exegesis."

Wang Jing showed a proud look on his face, but he did not forget to be modest and said: "No, no, I just read a few ancient books when I had nothing to do, so I just have a rough understanding."

In fact, he knew nothing. It was nothing more than that the Dharma body he created gave him the ability to remember everything he saw. When he had nothing to do, he would collect all the books in his home into the book collection. Then, when he needed to use them, he would immediately take them out to show off and demonstrate his power in front of others.

However, Yang Xuan mistakenly thought that he had met someone with the same interests as him, so he talked to Wang Jing about ancient Chinese literature and classics.

Exegesis is an ancient version of archaeology, a discipline that specializes in the study of the meaning of words in traditional ancient books. Er Ya, written in the late Warring States Period, is considered to be the earliest work on exegesis.

Since one cannot become an official by studying this, nor can it improve one's spiritual cultivation, it is a rather unpopular subject and few people get involved in it.

It was a rare opportunity to meet someone who was proficient in Er Ya, so Yang Xuan pulled Wang Jing aside to chat for a long time, and Wang Jing was also happy to have someone to brag with him. In a short while, the two of them were talking happily, and even felt that they had met each other too late.

In the scripture hall, Yang Xuan sat down next to Wang Jing.

Not long after, there was another person beside Wang Jing. He was the young man who was riding a horse in the downtown area before.

He was about the same age as Wang Jing, but much more muscular, with an ostentatious manner and a wanton look, and it was obvious that he had a rather unruly personality.

Wang Jing was not very interested in Cai Yong's Confucian classics. The reason why he was willing to come here, besides because he had no choice but to come and make some connections, was naturally because he wanted to do so.

After all, anyone who can become Cai Yong’s disciple must have an extraordinary family background, so there is no harm in getting to know more about them.

"Brother, I haven't asked for your advice yet."

"The Cao family of Qiaopei, Cao Ren and Cao Zixiao."

Wang Jing was overjoyed when he heard this. He didn't expect that he would have the honor of meeting the future Wei State General Tianren after going out. His expression immediately became enthusiastic: "Nice to meet you, nice to meet you."

Cao Ren is not only a future famous general of Cao Wei, but more importantly, he is Cao Cao's cousin. This identity means that he has the opportunity to get in touch with Boss Cao.

In case one day he can't make it out there anymore, Wang Jing still hopes to go to Boss Cao for help. After all, if he wants to slack off, he must find the biggest thigh to hold on to so that he can feel comfortable and satisfied.

After chatting for a while, the real person finally appeared.

"Mr. Bojie is here!"

"Mr. Bojie!"

Amid the cheers of many scholars, an elegant and easy-going middle-aged man walked slowly into the front hall with calm steps. This man was Cai Yong. Although he was over fifty years old, he was still graceful and had an outstanding temperament.

Wang Jing couldn't help but admire him when he saw him, "It's true that he is a man of great learning. Even though he is old, he is still a handsome old man."

I secretly felt in my heart that reading more is very beneficial.

Yang Xuan was standing close by, and was amused by Wang Jing's words and laughed uncontrollably: "Why do you always focus on different things than others?"

Cao Ren also thought Wang Jing was an interesting person, and laughed out loud, "Yuan Xu always has something surprising to say, and it's really fun to be with you." Wang Jing was quite pleased with himself when he heard this, "I can't help it, because I'm handsome and suave."

"So thick-skinned!"

"Well deserved."

"I'm not praising you!"

"Don't worry about the details."

Soon, the lecture officially began.

Cai Yong is worthy of being called a master of Confucian classics. He is well-read and knowledgeable. Not only can he talk about the Confucian academic classics, but he also teaches many precious secrets of spiritual cultivation without keeping anything to himself, showing the demeanor of a master.

The scholars around were already eager to learn, and now they were even more fascinated by what Cai Yong said. When they encountered difficult passages, they scratched their heads and wanted to ask questions but did not dare to, for fear of interrupting Cai Yong's narration and ruining the atmosphere.

Wang Jing was fascinated by what he heard and exclaimed in his heart that this trip was not in vain.

"The way to cultivate the spirit is to nourish the qi. This qi is not the original qi of heaven and earth, but the qi of the human heart. For people, when qi gathers, it forms, and when qi disperses, it dies. The value of reading is to clarify one's will and reason, and to cultivate oneself and cultivate one's character. There are mountains and rivers in books, which can be used as a shelter, and there are plants and trees in books, which can be used as a comfort. Learning is like climbing a mountain, the higher you go, and like waking and sleeping, the longer you stay, the more satisfied you will be..."

Cai Yong explained the method of nourishing one's spirit through reading. In an instant, everyone's thoughts and minds were connected, and they seemed to have seen a magnificent and mysterious world in the books.

The mountains, rivers, plants, birds, beasts, fish and insects are all lifelike, as if they are a world of their own.

Wang Jing was also amazed at Cai Yong's spiritual cultivation. He felt that the man in front of him was as powerful as Wang Yun in terms of thinking ability.

However, the art of Confucianism's holy words, in addition to the level of one's own cultivation, is also blessed by fame and official position, among which official position is the most important.

This is because the art of the Holy Word relies on the map of mountains, rivers, and the country. When it is performed, it not only consumes people's energy, but also consumes humanity's luck. Therefore, the stronger the luck, the more powerful the Holy Word will be.

The Map of Mountains and Rivers, the national treasure, was forged during the reign of Emperor Wu of Han. It was led by Dong Zhongshu, the leader of Confucianism at the time, and all Confucian scholars in the world participated. It was finally completed with the whole country's strength of the Western Han Dynasty. From then on, the whole Central Plains was covered with a dragnet, and under the law, all kinds of disobedience were dealt with.

Since the creation of the Map of Mountains, Rivers, and States, all schools of thought have been abolished, with Confucianism being the only dominant school of thought. The power of thought has dominated the world, to the extent that warriors who practice martial arts and alchemists who practice breathing in and out vital energy are inferior to Confucian scholars.

There is no way, the sky is big, the earth is big, and the fist is the biggest.

No matter how hard you practice for ten years, it is not as good as a Confucian scholar's three years of study. With the help of the power of the Shanhe Shejitu, the national treasure, any county magistrate can use the Han people to suppress all kinds of masters. All kinds of monsters and ghosts can only bow down in front of this absolute power.

Listening to Cai Yong imparting the secret of spiritual cultivation, Wang Jing couldn't help but ponder in his heart: "I always feel that the Han Dynasty was made and destroyed by Confucianism. Although the map of mountains, rivers, and states has been released, all the land under heaven belongs to the king, and all the people are his subjects. However, the aristocratic families also participated in controlling the divine tools and continuously strengthened themselves, so that now they have formed a trend that can compete with the imperial power."

In Wang Jing's opinion, the original intention of refining the Map of Mountains, Rivers, and States must be to strengthen the imperial power.

To put it simply, Kesheneng is the power of wishes of all living beings.

Since it is the power of will, naturally whoever has the greater influence will be able to influence people's thoughts more.

Emperor Wu of Han used the Shanhe Shejitu, a national treasure, to complete the centralization of power. However, because Confucianism was the only doctrine promoted, the aristocratic families and powerful families that were deeply tied to Confucianism were able to become dependent on the country, constantly sucking its blood and growing stronger, leading to the emergence of a traitor like Wang Mang who usurped the throne.

You know, Wang Mang was another Confucian leader after Dong Zhongshu.

Although Wang Mang was eventually disgraced, killed and his clan was wiped out, the Eastern Han regime established by Emperor Guangwu Liu Xiu failed to solve the stubborn problem of aristocratic families and powerful clans, and instead gradually fell behind in the struggle.

Aristocratic families occupied the local area and set up private schools to compete with official schools. Although this objectively spread knowledge and culture, it also influenced the thinking of poor students, and then radiated to ordinary people, completing the monopoly of thought.

Therefore, after hundreds of years of evolution, the power-added effects of the Confucian Holy Words have gradually changed. Among them, the greatest bonus effect is still the official position, which can also have an amazing effect in improving reputation. The third is the individual's spiritual cultivation.

Therefore, the strong men of Confucianism either hold important positions or are famous throughout the country, especially the three highest positions. Occupying one of these positions can allow one to reach the top, dominate the world, become a peerless strong man, and thus continuously erode the power in the map of mountains and rivers, which should have belonged to the Han Dynasty.

Confucianism, holy words, thinking ability...

Wang Jing's mind was racing, but he couldn't figure out how to break this deadlock.

But then Wang Jing quickly came to his senses: "Wait, why am I so worried? This kind of thing should be a headache for the emperor. Is it necessary for a salted fish like me to worry about it?"

At this time, Cai Yong had already changed his lecture content.

Wang Jing was confused, so he asked Yang Xuan, who was sitting next to him, in a low voice: "Where did Mr. Bo Ji get to? Wasn't he just talking about the way to refine the spirit?"

Yang Xuan looked resentful: "Mr. Bojie's lecture is so wonderful, how could you be distracted?"

"Ahem, I'm not distracted. I was just too engrossed in what I was listening to."

"What I'm talking about now is the way of vocal music. When Mr. Bo Ji was traveling in Dongwu, he happened to get the fragments of "Nine Songs of Tianwei" by chance. After reorganizing and integrating them, it took him ten years to finally complete the fragments. Because its content has been changed a lot and mixed with many personal insights, it was named "Phoenix Feather Fairy Music."

Yang Xuan told Wang Jing everything as if he knew everything by heart.

"Nine Songs of Heaven? The legendary Chu State's national defense skill?"

Wang Jing felt a little regretful that he had been distracted just now, but vocal music was indeed his blind spot. Whether in his previous life or this life, he had never systematically studied the corresponding music theory knowledge.

Seeing that Wang Jing had heard of the "Nine Songs of Heavenly Power", Yang Xuan was also quite surprised, and then he explained to him: "It is said that the "Nine Songs of Heavenly Power" was taught by the Nine Phoenixes, a deity revered by the Chu people. This method can enable people to communicate with heaven and earth and comprehend the laws of nature. Therefore, it is regarded by the world as the supreme secret art of refining the mysticism."

After listening to Yang Xuan's story, Wang Jing finally understood that "Nine Songs of Tianwei" is a unique method of cultivating the spirit by using vocal techniques to resonate with the human spirit.

At this time, Cai Yong was also describing the secret techniques of ancient music and dance: "The Preface to the Book of Poetry says: Singing is not enough, and one does not know how to dance with hands and feet. However, the joy in the heart arises from within, and one is moved by things, without realizing that the hands are moving by themselves, and joy is at its peak. This is where dance comes from."

"During the Six Dynasties, Yu had the "Yunmen", Yao had the "Xianchi", Shun had the "Shao", and in the Xia Dynasty, there was the "Daxia", Shang created the "Dafu", and Zhou Cheng created the "Dawu". These are all ancient music and dance. Yao once performed the Xianchi dance to worship the God. And Shun also performed the Ganqi dance to make the Miao tribes submit..."

"Poetry expresses one's aspirations; song expresses one's voice; dance moves one's appearance; these three originate from the heart, and then the musical instrument follows."

Cai Yong was not only a master of Confucian classics, but also extremely good at calligraphy and vocal music. What he wrote directly hit the nail on the head and explained the influence of music on people very thoroughly.

Music is born from the heart and moves with the heart. In ancient times, it was used by the sages of the human race to communicate with the gods and worship the heaven and earth. Therefore, many music and dances have incredible power.

The origin of martial arts is dance in music and dance.

After the lecture, Cai Yong wanted to test the students' talents, so he smiled and said, "The Book of History says that poetry expresses one's will, songs sing words, the sound follows the rhythm, and the rhythm harmonizes the sound. All of you here are young talents of our Han Dynasty. I wonder if anyone has any good works that can share with me?"

As soon as these words were spoken, many students present responded.

For many of them, this is a rare opportunity to stand out.

Among them, Wei Zhongdao, who came from the Wei family of Hedong, performed the most outstandingly.

Wei Zhongdao came from an extraordinary family. Wei Qing, the ancestor of the Hedong Wei family, was a great general who defended the country during the reign of Emperor Wu. He and Huo Qubing once drove the Huns northward, leaving behind great military achievements that will be passed down through the ages.

Wei Zhongdao was not only extremely talented, but also handsome. Among the many disciples present, Cai Yong was most satisfied with him.

Looking at the disciples in the scripture hall who were performing enthusiastically, Yang Xuan looked at Wang Jing with curiosity.

Wang Jing was frightened by his gaze: "Why are you looking at me?"

"Dragon horse with snowy fur, golden saddle and Wuling hero. Autumn frost cuts jade sword, sunset shines pearl robe. Brother Yuanxu is very talented, why don't you write a poem and stand out among the talented people? What's more, this poem still has unfinished meaning, Xuan wants to know the next part as soon as possible."

"No, writing is a natural skill, and it is the result of a master's accident. It is better not to show off my little tricks on stage, so as not to make a fool of myself."

Wang Jing shook his head repeatedly. The most important thing now was to keep a low profile. Wasn't it the same as roasting himself on the fire to become famous?
Upon hearing this, Yang Xuan's expression became resentful again, leaving Wang Jing confused.

Soon, the lecture ended. Wang Jing looked around and finally revealed a disappointed expression: "Alas, I thought I could see Miss Zhaoji's beauty this time. What a pity."

Yang Xuan looked at Wang Jing with a strange expression: "Why, do you really want to see her?"

"After all, she is a talented woman who is as famous as Zhuo Wenjun. Who wouldn't want to see her beauty?"

However, Wang Jing was just talking about it. After a while, he put the matter behind him, said goodbye to Yang Xuan, and set out on his journey home.

He didn't know that Yang Xuan did not leave, but went straight into the backyard of the Cai family, and even walked into Cai Yan's boudoir with a calm expression.

In front of the dressing mirror, Yang Xuan took off her disguise and let her hair fall over her shoulders. Reflected in the bright bronze mirror was a beautiful face.

With cherry lips, white teeth, willow eyebrows and almond eyes, she sits in front of the dressing table, as beautiful as a person in a painting.

(End of this chapter)