Dao Fruit

"Is this person Qiu Yan?"

Yuelaiju is well-known in Yuanning.

The building is divided into three floors, the first floor is the lobby, the second floor is the private room, and the third floor is the guest room.

At this moment, three people are sitting by the window on the second floor. One of them is looking out the window and whispering.

This person is dressed in Confucian clothes, with his hair wrapped in a scarf. He sits upright on the chair. Although he turns his head to look out the window, his feet are steady, his shoulders are level, his hands are on the table, and his waist is straight.

Sitting like a clock!

Giving people an impression of being rigorous to the point of being harsh.

Opposite this person, there are two more people sitting, also dressed as Confucian scholars, but lacking some temperament, with a flattering smile on their faces.

One of them said, "Mr. Zhen, we are familiar with Qiu Yan. He was originally just a nerd with little ability, but after returning from the war in southern Xinjiang, he suddenly became enlightened and made great progress in calligraphy and learning."

Mr. Zhen glanced at the two and said lightly, "Everything has a cause. Qiu Yan will not become enlightened for no reason. There must be a reason in it. However, the principles of the world are sometimes physical and visible to everyone, and sometimes metaphysical and cannot be known without studying things. It is normal for you to have only a partial understanding."

After hearing this, the two people opposite nodded repeatedly and said hurriedly, "Yes! I will learn from you."

Mr. Zhen smiled when he saw this, took out a few coins from his arms and put them on the table, then stood up and left the table.

"Mr. Zhen, what are you doing..."

The other two were startled and their faces turned pale. They thought they had neglected the other party and quickly stood up to keep him.

"Don't get me wrong, Qiu Yan already knows that I'm looking at him, so I'm going to greet him. I came here this time to learn about his life and what he has learned. Instead of listening to your words, it's better to meet him in person." After he finished speaking, he walked to the stairs and turned down. The remaining two looked at each other and subconsciously looked out the window. Just in time, they saw Qiu Yan looking here in the distance. "He really found it! How did he find it at such a long distance?" ……………… "Zhang Yu and Liu Kuang? What is the origin of the person with them? His literary thoughts are like a spring, and he can clearly feel it from such a distance! How did Zhang Yu and Liu Kuang get in touch with such a person?" After Qiu Yan looked from afar, he turned and walked towards Yuelaiju. After his scholar clone came out of Zhang's house, he felt like he was being explored, and then spread his consciousness throughout his body, his strength spread throughout his flesh and blood, and his skin sensitivity suddenly increased. Being stared at from a distance, being pierced by the sight, he can react, and then find the source. Zhang Yu and Liu Kuang, like Qiu Yan, were from Qingchang and were also scholars. They were once the celebrities in the county school and often laughed at Qiu Yan and Zheng Zhongsen. Later, Ma Yang stayed in Qingchang temporarily and valued Qiu Yan, which made several people dissatisfied and wanted to use the imperial examination to suppress Qiu Yan. Unexpectedly, Qiu Yan directly won the first place.

Zhang Yu and Liu Kuang did not participate in this provincial examination. I think they were not confident in their knowledge. Qiu Yan naturally would not take such a person seriously. But I didn't expect to meet here, and the scholar with them was full of literary thoughts. Although ordinary people can't sense it, Qiu Yan's soul has been half-step fused, so he can clearly sense it.

After walking a few steps, before reaching Yueranju, Qiu Yan ran into the scholar halfway.

This person has a well-proportioned figure and a certain pattern in his walking. Every step he takes, the distance between his feet is not more or less, and he walks straight towards Qiu Yan.

As soon as he arrived, the noisy streets seemed to fade away, as if he had an aura that isolated the surroundings.

When the man walked in front of Qiu Yan, he bowed and said, "I am Zhen Zhizuo, a disciple of Li Zong Xiao Chen, and I am honored to meet you, Brother Qiu."

"Li Zong? Xiao Chen?"

Qiu Yan recognized this man as the one who had just observed him when he first saw him, but he didn't expect that the other party would get straight to the point and introduce himself directly.

The two living saints of Dongdu Li Zong are surnamed Chen, and there is a distinction between Da Chen and Xiao Chen.

Qiu Yan immediately thought of the recommendation letter and the apprenticeship letter sent by the inspector. He was not surprised that the other party recognized him. He just clasped his fists and returned the greeting: "I am Qiu Yan, and I meet Brother Zhen."

After he finished speaking, he looked up and felt the other party's strong literary spirit. He couldn't help asking: "Brother Zhen, what are you doing here?"

Zhen Zhizuo didn't say much, and said directly: "Anyone who wants to join Li Zong has someone to examine his life and knowledge. This time Liu Jing recommended two people, one of whom is in Shuzhong. I happened to be here to visit my relatives, so I asked for the job."

Qiu Yan had roughly guessed the other party's purpose, and smiled when he heard it: "Oh? So, Brother Zhen came to examine Qiu, I wonder what he got?"

Zhen Zhizuo was not polite either: "Jiannan Jieyuan, better than others, I have read your article, the literary talent is not obvious, but the logic is clear, although lacking literary mind, it is also a rough jade, after entering my Li Zong Academy, it will shine."

This person's words certainly affirmed Qiu Yan's talent, but there was also a hint of condescending scrutiny.

Qiu Yan narrowed his eyes, stared at the other party for a few breaths, and suddenly asked: "What is the literary mind?"

Zhen Zhizuo seemed to have expected Qiu Yan to ask this question, and smiled faintly: "My teacher said: Today's scholars are divided into three categories. Those who can write are called literati, those who talk about scriptures are called lecturers, and only those who know are Confucian scholars."

When he spoke, the flow of literary thoughts continued, faintly evolving yin and yang, as if explaining the ultimate truth of heaven and earth!

"Oh? Those who know the 'Tao'? It seems that this 'Tao' is the literary mind..." Qiu Yan chewed on this word, and suddenly remembered the Tao heart and fist intention mentioned in the ancient seal and the long sword, "I see..."

As he thought about it, his perception enveloped the other party, and then he was secretly shocked in his heart——

"When Zhen Zhizuo spoke, there was a flow of yin and yang, but there was no sign of his soul leaving his body. It was obvious that he had not practiced Taoism..."

Qiu Yan was just wondering when he heard a voice calling his name from behind.

"Hmm?" He turned his head and looked back, and saw the young calligrapher Qi Jiulian.

Compared with more than a month ago, Qi Jiulian's demeanor had changed slightly, and the arrogance on his face had been slightly restrained. He was holding a scroll and walked slowly, not hurriedly, with a servant behind him.

Zhen Zhizuo also noticed him and showed a trace of surprise: "Oh? Brother Qi, I didn't expect to meet you here."

Hearing this, Zhen Zhizuo was actually familiar with Qi Jiulian.

"Brother Zhen," Qi Jiulian was also surprised when he saw Zhen Zhizuo, and glanced at Qiu Yan, and suddenly thought about something. "Could it be that you want to introduce Qiu Yan to the Li Sect?"

Zhen Zhizuo smiled faintly, "That's right. Brother Qiu's words, deeds and articles have already begun to take shape. He needs a famous teacher to guide him so that his talent will not be lost in the dust."

"What a coincidence," Qi Jiulian sneered, "I wrote to my ancestor before and told him about Qiu Yan. He was very interested in the writing that was like bones and the words that were like blood, and the blood filling the pen tip. He said that it was in line with Taixu's way and wanted to find a chance to meet Qiu Yan."

"Huh? Mr. Taixu also knows Qiu Yan?" Zhen Zhizuo's smile faded and his face changed slightly, "Could it be that he wants to accept Qiu Yan into Taixu Academy?"

"I don't know about this, and I don't want to interfere," Qi Jiulian said, looking at Qiu Yan and handing over the scroll in his hand, "I came here to ask for advice."

Qiu Yan took the scroll and opened it. There were a few words written on it, and each word was full. As if it had flesh and blood.

Qi Jiulian said, "Take a look at my words. How do they compare to yours?"

He was a young man after all. After being impressed by Qiu Yan, he refused to admit defeat and wanted to go one step further. So he stayed at home for more than a month. He practiced calligraphy in seclusion, wanting to emulate King Zhuang and make a splash.

"These words..." Qiu Yan frowned slightly and shook his head as he looked at the words on the scroll.

"What?" Qi Jiulian's expression changed immediately.

Zhen Zhizuo also glanced at the words, shook his head, and said: "Brother Qi, I haven't seen you for a while. Your calligraphy skills have not improved but declined. Although my calligraphy is not as good as yours, I can see that the artistic conception of your words that represent mountains and rivers has been reduced a lot, and there is more craftsmanship and bloated calligraphy." Qi Jiulian was not surprised to hear this, but just said: "It takes a process to break down and then build up. I came here today just to let Qiu Yan take a look and let him know that my calligraphy can be improved!" After saying this, Qiu Yan shook his head slightly and said: "You want to imitate my calligraphy, which is a bit too much. You and I have different experiences and different moods. Of course, the words we write will not be the same. Forcibly imitating is not learning from each other's strengths and weaknesses, but imitating others." This was not polite at all. Qi Jiulian's face suddenly changed, and his face flushed instantly. But then, Qiu Yan changed the subject: "Your calligraphy represents mountains and rivers, and pursues transcendence and nature. It has its own merits compared to mine. If it is developed, it can even explain everything. After I read it last time, I was quite inspired and had some insights. I was just thinking of asking you for advice."

Qiu Yan said that Qi Jiulian was imitating others, and then he asked for advice. The back and forth seemed ironic, but the words were sincere, which made Qi Jiulian's depression dissipate.

While speaking, Qiu Yan suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind. He glanced at Zhen Zhizuo, then looked around, picked up a branch, walked to the muddy ground beside the road, and closed his eyes.

In his heart, his mind turned, and the fluctuations of the Nine Spirits Mountain and the Great Snow River turned, and a little mountain and river breath emerged, nourishing its meaning. Then the memory flowed, and the mountain forest tribes of the Land of Deformation flowed through his heart, and finally turned into a wisp of heart demon smoke, like a dream...

Gradually, an inexplicable breath rose from Qiu Yan's body, uncertain.

Qi Jiulian and Zhen Zhizuo saw this scene, and they all moved in their hearts and walked over.

Just at this time, the branch in Qiu Yan's hand fell to the ground, as if it turned into a pen, and the pen moved like a dragon. This street, the road surface is paved with stone slabs, but the sides are still mud. When the branches are scratched, it's like writing on paper.

In a breath, the two words "mountains and rivers" have been formed.

Suddenly, from the deep soil, the meaning of thick soil surged, and there was a faint sound of gurgling water.

The word "mountain" is heavy, as if there are clouds settling, and the word "river" is light, like a continuous stream of water. The two words are placed side by side, and they fall into the eyes of Qi Jiulian and Zhen Zhizuo, and they feel like they have traveled through mountains and rivers.

Then Qiu Yan's hands did not stop, and three more words were formed, and five words in a row formed a short sentence-

The mountains and rivers frequently enter the dream.

The last word "dream" is ethereal and uncertain, making people wonder if they are in a dream.

Seeing this word, Zhen Zhizuo's face changed drastically.

"This word, although it is a prototype, has already had the meaning of literary mind!" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!

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