Saint of the Confucian way

"When you get here, you don't have to worry about being secretly hurt, not to mention that there is a big demon king in charge here. If you are attacked here, the Donghai dragon clan will pay ten times the price of the demon clan." Lai Pian general said.

"That's better. Let's go to the place where we sell piano cultural treasures first." Fang Yun said.

"Yes." Yang Yuhuan nodded.

Fang Yun glanced at Fang Daniu and found that his eyes were crying, and then winked in the direction of the little warbler.

Fang Yunbai glanced at him and said to the crowd, "since the Yinlong Pavilion is very safe, let's go and see each other and gather at the door at midnight. If I don't come back, you go home first."

Fang Daniu secretly raised his thumb at Fang Yun, and then showed a look of thanking the young master for going through fire and water in the future.

Fang Yun took Yang Yuhuan's small hand, asked the direction of Qin Wenbao, and slowly walked there. Except Pang Ju and the deputy general Jinshi, others either stayed at the door or scattered looking for things they were interested in.

The things in Yinlong attic are very expensive, only the things in the grocery area are cheaper.

At this time, Yinlong Pavilion is like a small town. For example, the shopping centers yunyun has seen are large. Someone sold Yinlong Pavilion maps on the way. Fang Yun bought two copies, one for Yang Yuhuan and the other for himself.

However, he remembered all the places of Yinlong Pavilion and handed the map to nu.

Fang Yun and Yang Yuhuan walked forward hand in hand. The slave stood on Fang Yun's shoulder and looked at it carefully with the map. After a while, he sent the map to Fang Yun and pointed to the catering area.

Fang Yun looked at it and lied to it, "you took it down."

Nu Nu was stunned for a moment, nodded and gave a cry, carefully turned the map upside down, looked carefully, kept blinking, and finally looked at Fang Yun suspiciously.

Yang Yuhuan couldn't help laughing when she saw the silly appearance of the little fox. A mouth of white shellfish teeth was particularly eye-catching. Then she found that she had lost her manners and hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand. She found that Fang Yun was staring at her with a look she liked and was so ashamed that she lowered her head.

The little fox suddenly realized that he immediately used his head to gently top Fang Yun's head, and then he cried, as if he were saying that you were necrotic! The slave is dead!

Fang Yun smiled, stretched out his hand and gently scratched his neck. He immediately calmed down, narrowed his eyes and enjoyed comfortable clothes.

There were not many people at the door. When they entered the store area, it became lively.

Fang Yun occasionally whispered with Yang Yuhuan and spent most of his time looking at both sides. The shops here are very neat, row by row. The road between the two rows of shops is two feet long, very wide, but more and more people go inside.

Fang Yun knew that except for a few literati, most people in Shengyuan had limited forms of entertainment and their life was too monotonous. Therefore, many people would be very enthusiastic about such festivals. In an era with various forms of entertainment, human beings would gradually become indifferent to various festivals.

Walking, a person crowded over. Seeing that Yang Yuhuan was about to meet someone, Fang Yun reached over Yang Yuhuan's waist and let her lean against herself.

Yang Yuhuan looked up at Fang Yun with shame and surprise. Although the folk customs in Shengyuan were relatively open and such intimacy was nothing, few people would do so after all.

Fang Yun looked down at Yang Yuhuan's eyes and smiled.

Yang Yuhuan clearly felt that Fang Yun's eyes had a reassuring force, but her heart was still pounding. For fear of being seen, she soon lowered her head.

Fang Yun doesn't care about other people's eyes. It's better than letting Yang Yuhuan squeeze around.

Yang Yuhuan didn't dare to look up all the way and walked silently with Fang Yun. No matter what Fang Yun asked, she answered with simple answers such as "um".

Because today is the Tanabata Festival, people on the road don't feel anything special. Instead, they envy. A few lovers or couples even lean together like two people.

Fang Yun kept looking at the shops on both sides and soon found that it was no wonder there were so many people here. It turned out that it was not only Yuhai City, but also the whole Qing country, as well as businessmen from many countries without coastlines, such as Wu country and Qi country in the west, and there were some rich families and even semi holy families.

However, more are idle ordinary businessmen, because it is completely free to open shops here, but they need to sell some valuable things.

From Fang Yun's point of view, there are two categories of goods at most. The first category is the things used by scholars, such as the four treasures of the study, ancient calligraphy and painting, bookcases, tables and chairs, etc. the second category is the things of the demon and man races, all kinds of fur, bones and blood.

The barbarians are better. Only the head and blood are valuable. The demon clan is miserable. Every part of the body is useful. Even if it is made into handicrafts, it is also popular with the human race, because many people's relatives and friends have been hurt by the demon clan to vent their anger.

Fang Yun likes to see these things because he can understand the world most intuitively.

Not long ago, Fang Yun came to Wenbao area, where there were not ordinary stalls, but houses, and even some small squares. Many people were together or selling things or waiting for people to exchange.

There are very few people here, because many people's shops or doors are equipped with a layer of transparent water doors. Only talented people can take people through.

Fang Yun's arm left Yang Yuhuan's waist, took her hand and looked slowly, and soon came to an open-air circular square.

There are many wooden shelves on the periphery of the small square. There are hundreds of Wen Baoqin on the wooden shelves. Those Yao Qin are new, old and even incomplete, but each Qin has a strange attraction. Even people who don't know the Qin will feel the extraordinary of these Qin.

Several of them exude an extremely clear breath. Not to mention Fang Yun, even Yang Yuhuan, an ordinary person, can feel it.

Especially the bloody long piano in the middle, which is very long. An ordinary Guqin is three feet six inches five, which coincides with 365, but this Guqin is more than three inches longer than an ordinary guqin, nearly four feet.

Fang Yun immediately remembered the famous Qin "blood mosquito" in Jingguo. The name didn't sound grand, but it was a famous killing Qin. It not only sounded like a mosquito, but also killing demons and killing barbarians was like killing mosquitoes. This is a great Confucian treasure. No one knows who lost it in the end.

Fang Yun felt a strong killing intention from above. This Qin killed tens of thousands of demons at least, so that barbarians can have this terrible killing intention.

Although other pianos have their own merits, they are not as domineering as this one.

Fang Yun couldn't help getting a little excited. The reason why he minor in painting and piano is because they are very consistent with poetry!

Once poetry and painting are combined, their power will inevitably increase greatly, and many Qin songs of Qin Dao are basically derived from poetry and song Fu, or corresponding to poetry and song Fu. For example, Feng QiuHuang is a combination of Ci Fu and Qin song.

Not only in the Shengyuan continent, but also in the Tang Dynasty of the earth, the piano music "triad of Yangguan" originated from Wang Wei's famous poems, and the piano music such as "GuanShanYue" and "tamping clothes" originated from Li Bai's ancient poems. Such examples are numerous.

Fang Yun knew that Qin Dao had a deep connection with Confucianism. Since the Song Dynasty, the most popular shape of the zither was "Zhongni style", and Confucius in the Shengyuan continent also designed the shape of the Yao zither, which was also "Zhongni style".

Kong Sheng himself is a zither player, which is clearly recorded in the historical records. When Kong Sheng entered the demon world that year, he once carried the first killing piano "bell", and a song burst out, killing hundreds of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

Fang Yun wanted to learn painting first and then piano, but he found that Yang Yuhuan has a talent for zither and can use zither to assist zither players, so he should master zither as soon as possible.

There are more than 200 people standing or sitting in the center of the small square. Because the people in the outer circle are standing and the people in the inner circle are sitting, Fang Yun can't see how many people there are, but it seems that there are about 30 people sitting and the other 100 people are standing.

Most of those standing were young people, but there were also some older people, even a man in a Jinshi uniform.

Fang Yun motioned Yang Yuhuan and nu not to talk, walked slowly over, came behind those standing people and looked inside.

The people sitting inside are arranged in an arc. Except for two or three people in their early thirties, the others are at least forty or fifty years old. Some people are even too old to look like. They can only squint and don't even have the strength to open their eyes.

There are several old people in scholar clothes sitting safely. They don't think there is any problem sitting in front of so many scholars or people.

Fang Yun looked at the people sitting and found seven or eight acquaintances, including those seen at the Dragon Boat Festival celebration banquet and those just met in Qixi CI. As for another acquaintance, Fang Yun couldn't help smiling and was secretly shocked.

The man sitting in the middle who doesn't even have the strength to open his eyes is the old man who helps Fang use painting to change his appearance.

Fang Yun had guessed that the old man's painting path could reach at least three borders. Now it seems that this man even has Qin path at least three borders, otherwise he can't sit there. He can't help thinking of a legendary figure in Jingguo.

The old man raised his eyelids slightly and looked at Fang Yun. Then he drooped his eyelids and pretended not to know him.

Fang Yun, too, looked as usual.

A zither player was explaining how to identify the age and quality of a zither by its sound. He spoke in more detail than Yun saw in the book, and there were a lot of examples. Fang Yun immediately listened carefully.

Next, the zither players present explained the identification of Yao Qin, mainly to distinguish the age and weight.

Qin is slightly different from other Wenbao.

All the power of Wenbao will be lost due to various factors. As soon as the age comes, it will become ordinary items. If talent is injected again, it is no different from that of new items.

Wen Baoqin is different. Every time the power of Wen Baoqin dissipates and talent is injected again, the power of Wen Baoqin will be enhanced and become stronger and stronger. Injecting talent several times is a multiple Qin. However, most wenbaoqin can only withstand three injections, and more will lead to the collapse of the body.

Once the injection times exceed three times and reach quadruple or higher, the power of Yao Qin will be greatly improved.

The same is the Chinese banjo. A person consumes the same talent to play war music. The power of the double piano is only 10% more than that of the single piano, but the power of the quadruple piano is exactly twice that of the single piano!

If it were not for the rare Qin with more than quadruple, the status of Qin Dao would not be much worse than that of poetry.

It is already very harsh to play war music with a Wen Baoqin, and the war music played by a quadruple can compete with war poetry, which greatly improves the threshold of Qin Dao.

However, every zither player who cultivates his zither to a high level and has a famous zither is a great figure who is famous in ten countries.