Chapter 374 Touring the Wen Mansion

At this time, Wei Changli was in Wen Mansion, aimlessly, as if he wanted to keep this place in his heart forever.

In fact, there is no point in remembering it. After living here for nearly nine hundred years, every plant, tree, brick and stone has been deeply ingrained in my mind.

The Seven Pavilions are the foundation of Wen Mansion. They are based on clouds and are built in an orderly manner in mid-air, just like a fairyland.

Wei Changli cleaned it one by one and then locked it. He had hidden all the important books inside.

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

The old man's only task is to clean up the dust and offer incense to these portraits every day. This has always been the case since Wei Changli became the head of the palace until now.

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

Floor after floor, all the way to the top floor, there are only two paintings enshrined here, Wen Zhenggong, the founder of the sect, and Xiaoyao Gong, who pushed Wenfu to the top!

"Think about how many people our Wenfu has produced who will shine through the ages, including wild students, elegant scholars, and hermits. They are all here now.

Soon, your portrait will hang here, and mine will hang here too.

I just don’t know what future generations will say if I die.”

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

"If it hadn't been for this catastrophe, Wen Mansion would have been revived by your hands."

The old man is in his twilight years and supports his body with a broom.

Few people know what Wei Changli did, but this old man knows that hundreds of years of hard work and hard work have allowed the Wen Mansion to regain its strength.

If it hadn't been for this sudden change, the current Wen Mansion would have not only taken away the throne and taken back Yunlu, but also wanted to leave Yunzhou and dominate the world, but everything was interrupted as a last resort.

"I gave up everything for the Wenfu, but everything I did was in vain. Do you think I look like a joke?" Wei Changli laughed at himself.

"The life of a scribe is not determined by why he was born, but by why he died."

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

After leaving Bi Tui Pavilion, Wei Changli took a sheep cart to tour every corner of Wen Mansion for the last time.

From the beginning of Wenfu to now, there has never been a day as quiet as today, except for the gentle breeze blowing through the old trees, there is no other sound.

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

Suddenly, an agile young man with red lips and white teeth ran out of the empty yard in front of him. He looked excited. Xiaoyao Gong held a ruler in his hand and chased him all over the yard with an angry face.

"Wei Hutou, you little bastard, that's the inscription of the first palace master. You dare to scribble on it. I'm so angry!"

After being caught, a meal of stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots was inevitable, but the master's irritability was often accompanied by thunder and rain. When he got tired, he fell into Xiaoyao Gong's arms and began to snore.

"You can fall asleep even after being beaten. You are really a heartless person."

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

"Wei Hutou, your handwriting has improved recently. Why does your handwriting still have a fragrance?"

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

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

"Little bastard, I will peel off your skin."

"Hutou, in the future, can you learn from your two senior brothers and save the master some troubles? Don't always make fun of the gentlemen," Xiaoyao Gong said seriously.

"No, don't you think the way Mr. Nagayoshi is leaning on a cane and lowering his head slowly looks like an old turtle basking in the sun?"

Xiaoyao Gong burst out laughing after hearing this, and then looked around as if he felt he had done something wrong. He looked around and saw that no one felt relieved.

"Then you can't draw a turtle and stick it on his back. I'd be embarrassed if I didn't spank you. Come and stick your ass up, I won't hit you too hard."

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

Xiaoyao Gong was domineering and dignified towards other schools, but he was polite and easy-going towards the people in the Wen School. Of course, the only one who could irritate him was Wei Changli.

"Drop this demon king under Wen Gong's willow tree and starve him for a whole day."

The beardless Xiaoyao Gong left angrily, and two heads popped out from behind the tree.

"Junior brother, you are really awesome," young Lu Daoxuan said with envy.

"Don't talk nonsense, come and have something to eat and drink!"

Qi Cifeng took out the wine and meat from his arms, stuffed them into his mouth, and then hung on the tree and fell asleep while bathing in the wind blowing from Yujing Lake.

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

"Master, after so many years, Hutou misses you." Wei Changli wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.

When the group of young people from the Wen Mansion left, they took with them the secret techniques copied from the Wen Mansion. Perhaps they were too excited, and there were books and papers scattered all over the house.

Wei Changli stood up from the goat cart, bent down and collected the manuscripts, taking the trouble to read them one by one.

The painting technique may be poor, the characters may be ugly, and the poems may be nonsense, but in Wei Changli's eyes, these are extremely precious.

"They have already left Qingdu and Yunzhou, right?"

Thinking of these, Wei Changli had a smile on his face. Every person in the Wen family who sacrificed his life, whether absurd or conventional, whether talented or mediocre, he regarded as his own child.

"According to your destiny, you will send your son to Fuyao"

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

Wei Changli stroked the mottled wall immersed in the fragrance of ink, and recalled in his mind that year. At that time, he was only eight years old when he was discovered by Xiaoyao Gong who was traveling and brought back to the Wen Mansion.

Before that, he started a legendary and amazing life.

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

"They've all left, you can leave too"

"Let's go"

Wei Changli patted the sheep's head, and the ram ran not far away. It took three steps and turned around, but finally ran back, kneeling on the ground next to Wei Changli.

"Old man, my road has come to an end"

Seeing the strange phenomena rising to the sky in Qingdu, and the momentum of riots appearing in various parts of Qingdu, Wei Changli had already made preparations. The three peaks of Bijia Mountain were bulging like a penholder.

The entire Bijia Mountain is surrounded by marble. The cross section of the marble has black and white patterns. When laid on the ground, it looks like a huge natural ink painting, and Bijia Mountain is a scene in the ink painting.

Using flat marble as paper and black and white patterns as paintings, the real mountains are blended into it. This is one of the most famous scenic spots in Yuling Continent, the landscape pen stand.
Chapter completed!