Dao Fruit

At the same time, on the second floor of Wenxuan Building.

"You only brought this one painting?" Zhou Dongyi looked at An Jin, his face full of surprise.

"Yes," An Jin explained, "I explained to Qiu Yan several times, but he was unwilling to come. He just said that you will understand after seeing this painting."

After he finished speaking, Zhou Dongyi did not continue to say anything. The room suddenly fell into silence. The atmosphere was solemn, which made An Jin feel more depressed and sweat rolled down his cheeks.

He was ordered to go there this time. He ran back and forth, through the forest and the land, and was exhausted. Now, stimulated by Zhou Dongyi's words, he immediately felt dizzy.

At this time, Pang Chu said: "Mr. Zhou, since Qiu Yan asked someone to bring a painting, I think there must be a reason. Why not take a look."

What he said broke the depressing atmosphere, and An Jin secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Then he handed over the painting and left the room.

A lot of Confucian scholars gathered outside, and they were also curious about what kind of painting Qiu Yan asked someone to bring.

Downstairs, several tables were placed in the middle of the hall, with several articles on them. They were the pioneering articles that had been evaluated by the great scholars and gentlemen for the visitors to appreciate.

These articles may be included in the classics in the future, and they are of great value. They are placed in public, but they are not afraid of being stolen or taken away. After all, not everyone can escape with the spirit of a sage like Huang Yan. As long as others make a slight move, they will be caught by the life-cultivation masters who are hidden around and responsible for protecting the safety of the great scholars.

This literary gathering has been full of twists and turns. By now, everyone's attention is no longer on the articles. They are concerned about other things in their hearts. Before they have appreciated it for long, they see An Jin coming back with Qiu Yan's painting. The Confucian students immediately become interested and follow him.

"Everyone, my master is a little unhappy. It's better not to gather here. Disperse." An Jin glanced at them and said to disperse the crowd.

Someone immediately responded——

"May I ask, Brother An, what is the painting of Qiu Sheng?"

"Didn't you go to find Qiu Yan and come back? Why didn't he come, but sent a painting instead?"

"Could it be that Qiu Yan doesn't give you gentlemen face and doesn't want to come, right or not?"

...

The voices came one after another. Although everyone's voice was not loud, knowing that there were several great scholars sitting in the room, they deliberately lowered their voices, but more than a dozen or twenty people talking at the same time still seemed particularly noisy.

An Jin secretly said that it was not good, but before he could speak to maintain order, a majestic voice came from the room——

"Why are you making noise outside? Why don't you hurry over to appreciate the article? Don't you know that this opportunity is rare?"

As soon as the voice came out, the noise stopped abruptly. All the scholars recognized that it was Zhou Dongyi who was speaking. There was clearly impatience in his words. How could they dare to say more? They immediately followed suit and quickly retreated one by one.

Not long after, King Yan also walked out of the room on the second floor, his face was gloomy and his mood was very bad. Behind him followed Yang Ying, who was full of smiles, and Duolu, who looked regretful.

The three of them left Wenxuan Building amid the discussions of outsiders.

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"Young people nowadays are too impatient. A literary gathering like today only happens once every few years. It is not easy to be in Dongdu at this time, but they don't know how to cherish it, but put their minds on other people. No matter how famous Qiu Yan is, no matter how big the storm is, what can they gain?"

In the room, Zhou Dongyi said with a hum, looking like he was still angry.

"Mr. Zhou, don't be angry," Pang Chu shook his head, "Da Rui has been peaceful for a long time, and the atmosphere has naturally changed. Besides, people are divided into groups. Some are curious about other people's affairs, and some can calm down and keep calm. Aren't there a few young people who concentrate on studying in the hall on the first floor?"

As they talked, they came to the table.

Han Yi, Mr. Chen, Xu Shi, Zheng Qiu and others were gathered around the table, looking at the scroll spread out on it.

Zhou Dongyi glanced at the scroll and frowned: "Qiu Yan wants to paint the scene of ancient times on paper with the pen in his hand?" As he spoke, he bent down slightly and looked at the painting carefully, his brows frowning tighter and tighter.

Xu Shi also frowned at the painting, then shook his head: "There is some desolate artistic conception in the painting, which has something in common with the ancient scenes we have seen before, but due to the painter's attainments, it has not been truly expressed."

Pang Chu watched with relish: "That's not the case. In terms of painting skills alone, it's actually not bad, but a little rusty. Look at the tree, the momentum is captured well, the density is also appropriate, and the brushwork is done in one go. And these figures have a sense of finishing touches, and you can faintly feel the blood and flesh, which is in the same vein as Qiu Yan's calligraphy."

"We are gathered here, not to see a A painting with only painting skills but no painting rhythm! "Zhou Dongyi shook his head, "Why doesn't Qiu Yan want to come? Even if it is inconvenient to tell the story due to ghosts and gods, you can visualize the ancient times again and let us comprehend it. "

"Old Zhou, if you still can't comprehend it thoroughly this time, does it mean that Qiu Yan will not do anything from now on, and will just bite the bullet and visualize the ancient times in front of us day after day? Don't you think about it, from ancient times to now, how many people have tried to comprehend the ancient times, but how many have succeeded? "Han Yi's voice came from the side, the meaning of the words was not polite, secretly accusing.

"I didn't say such a thing, but if it is said to be successful, it is not impossible. Don't forget that Lin..." Zhou Dongyi's eyelids jumped and he was about to refute.

Mr. Xiao Chen shook his head and interrupted: "Things happened suddenly before, and the scene of ancient times came, which shocked your and my hearts. Only then can we gain something. Now, both you and I have a trace of thoughts in our hearts. I also have an understanding of the scene. Even if I let Qiu Yan meditate again, he may not be able to gain anything if he has prejudices and his own theories in his heart. "

Zhou Dongyi lowered his voice and revealed his unhappiness: "According to you, you just want to forget this rare opportunity?"

"It's not like forgetting it," Han Yi interrupted, pointing to the painting on the table, "Didn't Qiu Yan say that everything he said was in the painting? Although the ancient scenery was imagined by him, it was actually the same as It’s a family story, and I think there’s some mystery in this painting.”

Xu Shize said: "Although this painting has merits inside and out, it also has the ability to inspire. It is qualified to lead the younger generations to understand the ancient times, but it is not of much use to us."

Seeing that a few people were about to get into a quarrel because of a painting by Qiu Yan, they seemed to be harmonious on the surface, but in fact, there were more or less conflicts and discords because of the academy and the doctrine. Once they quarreled, they would inevitably break up.

"Ahem," two coughs came, and it was Zheng Qiu who spoke. He raised his skinny finger and tapped the table, "Don't be impatient for a moment, that junior student of Jiuyuan Academy, isn't it Qiu Yanrang who will be here in the next few days?" Do you go to him every day to pick up a painting?"

"Well, that's true," Zhou Dongyi frowned, "but it's too much. Are we going to have to wait here and look at his paintings every day in the next few days?"

"This is nothing," Pang Chu smiled, "Junior, I have gained some experience in Yasheng's learning in the past few years. I might as well ask a few of them for advice in these few days."

Xu Shi shook his head and was about to speak, but Han Yi beat him to it: "I haven't discussed the truth for a long time, so why not take this opportunity to prove it."

"This matter..." Zhou Dongyi was about to speak when footsteps were heard outside the door, followed by someone knocking on the door, "Master, it's me."

"Oh? Come in, everything is done?" Zhou Dongyi heard the identity of the person and ordered. The door was pushed open, and a man about forty years old walked in.

At first glance, this man looked like an ordinary person, but he walked smoothly. As soon as the door opened, he came behind Zhou Dongyi and responded respectfully: "When I got there, Huang Yan and his accomplices were no longer there."

"It was all in vain? It was a traitor who got the advantage." Zhou Dongyi became more and more unhappy. Huang Yan had inspired the spirit of the sages and made everyone fail to understand the ancient scenery. How could such a thing be easily let go, so he volunteered. Take things over.

The middle-aged man who came to the house was one of the guards responsible for protecting Zhou Dongyi's safety, and he was sent to give Huang Yan some punishment.

After listening to Zhou Dongyi's words, the middle-aged man shook his head and said: "It's not that I was defeated, but someone got there first. When I arrived, the place was in a mess. There were large blood stains on the ground, and there were even broken limbs, as if they had been crushed by a giant beast." However, there is still a person staying there who calls himself Qiu Yan's servant and asked me to bring him a message."

"Qiu Yan's servant?" Zhou Dongyi was stunned, "What did he say?"

The middle-aged man replied: "The man said that Qiu Yan asked him to tell you gentlemen, 'Huang Yan has been punished and there is no need to worry about it. It's not because the younger generation wants to overstep his authority, but it is Huang Yan who has a treacherous mind and must act first. '."

"Are these his true words?" After getting a positive answer, Zhou Dongyi asked the middle-aged man to retreat, turned around and said, "In that case, I'll come back tomorrow to see what Qiu Yan's purpose is." , he left Wenxuan Tower.

When Zhou Dongyi left this week, the other gentlemen looked at the scroll and found nothing special about it, so they left without saying much.

When Han Yi left, he called the boy in the building and asked him to take care of this.

As soon as everyone left, the essay meeting came to an end. In the evening, people from several academies came to pick up essays. Even Qiu Yan sent Hu Qi over to bring his essay back.

On this day, Wenxuan was reading articles, and there were ups and downs. When the Confucian scholars attending the literary meeting dispersed, the incident in the building quickly spread in the city, and Qiu Yan's reputation became even more famous.

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Outside the sky, among the stars, there are beautiful buildings and undulating palaces.

On the side of the palace complex, an attic suddenly shook. The light and shadow on the upper floor changed, and silver light poured out.

The mutation lasted for three days and then stopped.

Then, the door of the building opened, and Lu Liang, dressed in court uniform, stepped out. There was no smell of fireworks on his body, his face was rosy, and his exposed skin was as white as jade.

Uh-huh!

Ahead, a white shadow flashed, and a crane fell down. It turned on the spot and turned into a fat white boy. He cupped his hands towards Lu Liang and said, "Congratulations to Daocheng Huang for coming out of seclusion. My Xingjun is waiting for you at Qianming Hall..." (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!)