It is located at the border of Zheng, Wei and Song Dynasties.
It is like the Holy City of Qin, with no city walls and no need for city walls.
In fact, none of the four holy cities of Qin, Qi, Calligraphy and Painting have city walls. The main reason is that they do not need city walls. For the four holy cities of Qin, Qi, Calligraphy and Painting, it does not matter whether they have city walls or not.
If someone or a country could capture the four holy cities, even city walls would not be able to stop them.
If not, the city cannot be conquered without walls.
Moreover, the literati of Zhou Tianxia are all closely related to the four holy cities, even those outside Zhou Tianxia.
Feng Qingyan's ox cart drove out of Lai State, passing through Qi State and heading south to Lu State.
The ox cart did not stop in the State of Lu, but headed southwest to the State of Song. After entering the State of Song, it headed west.
The Holy City of the Book is to the north of the Kingdom of Wei, to the east is the Kingdom of Song, and to the west is the Kingdom of Zheng, which happens to be at the border of the three kingdoms. To the north of the Kingdom of Wei is the Kingdom of Jin, to the west of the Kingdom of Zheng is the Zhou Territory, and to the south there are several small countries, which is Qingshan
territory.
Within ten days, at the beginning of September, the ox cart entered the boundaries of the bookstore.
The bookstore does not belong to any one country.
Although it only has a radius of a hundred miles, it is home to millions of people, including hundreds of thousands of literati, comparable to the Confucian City of Lu...
Before the ox cart entered the boundaries of the bookstore, one could see tall monuments from a distance, standing on the ground in an orderly manner, bursting out with light, strong, or majestic literary energy.
Furthermore, from the word stele, elves-like ink characters flew out, flying around the word stele.
In the dark night.
Qing Mang quickly pulled the cart and looked up.
I saw the dazzling white light bursting out from the monument with characters, the roars of beasts coming from the monument with characters, the torrential river water rising from the monument with characters, and the golden light flying out of the monument with characters...
Qing Mang was shocked by just one glance.
"Your Majesty, look at those inscriptions."
Qing Mang said quickly, slowing down unknowingly.
Feng Qingyan, who was resting in the bullock cart with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and lifted the curtain after hearing this. He was amazed when he saw the monument with thousands of strange things in the dark night.
At this time, he finally understood why the Four Cities of Qin, Qi, Calligraphy and Painting were also called the Four Holy Cities.
He stepped off the bullock cart and stood staring.
After a while, he walked towards the boundary of the book city, looking at the calligraphy tablet that erupted with strange phenomena. Although at this moment, he could not see clearly the words on the calligraphy tablet, he felt the terror of the words...
He walked up quickly.
Qing Mang followed behind, also watching curiously.
In just a moment, the ox cart entered the boundaries of the bookstore and saw many farmhouses built under the monument.
"Hey, it's strange. These farmhouses seem to have been newly built not long ago." Qing Mang was very surprised. He saw that there were many farmhouses built under the towering monument, which greatly affected the appearance. He said, "Isn't this stained?"
Word monument? Isn’t this a book that pays attention to cleanliness? How can the book city let people build farmhouses here? "
Qing Mang was a little confused.
"Although a book is noble, human life is more noble." Feng Qingyan said lightly, "When the devil's night comes, only the lights of all kinds can resist it, and the light bursting out from the inscription stele can naturally withstand the devil's night."
"Oh I got it."
Qing Mang nodded, feeling very fond of the bookstore in his heart, and said: "This bookstore is good, it can actually allow ordinary people to live under the monument..."
Feng Qingyan nodded, then walked to a three-foot-high inscription monument and observed it carefully.
in his observation.
It seems that the larger the calligraphy monument, the higher the level of calligraphy it contains, and only calligraphy-level people can erect calligraphy monuments.
The main steles he has seen so far are the one-foot-long steles, the three-foot-long steles and the ten-foot-long steles.
The one-foot-long steles are mostly in the realm of calligraphers, the three-foot-long steles are mostly in the realm of calligraphy kings, and the ten-foot-long steles are mostly in the realm of calligraphy kings.
Of course there are exceptions.
For example, in the stele with the word "Yizhang", there is Shujun, or even the realm of Shuwang.
On the outside of the bookstore, there are mainly one-foot-long steles, in the middle there are three-foot-long steles, and in the inner part there are naturally ten-foot-long steles.
Of course, there are exceptions.
For example, Feng Qingyan is right outside the bookstore, but he is standing in front of the Sanzhang Monument.
This character stele was left by a calligrapher. A seemingly dazzling but soft white light burst out from the stele, and ink characters floated out like elves, dancing around the character stele.
Feng Qingyan was observing.
He couldn't control his right index finger and started copying the calligraphy on the tablet.
His speed became faster and faster, until finally it turned into an afterimage, and a faint white light was emitted...
Although Feng Qingyan did not deliberately practice calligraphy, he had already mastered it.
certainly.
He is still a ninth-grade scholar.
Although the four realms of music, chess, calligraphy and painting are the same as those of the holy realm.
However, the ninth, eighth and seventh grades of the Four Paths of Qin, Chess, Calligraphy and Painting are all called scholars, rather than the literati, literary students and literary talents of the Holy Path.
The sixth grade and fifth grade are both called teachers.
this means.
The power of the four levels of music, chess, calligraphy and painting is almost as high as that of the scribes in the holy way.
Before the creation of the holy art "Sitting and Discussing the Tao", the ninth, eighth and seventh grades of the Holy Way had little power. Even now that "Sitting and Discussing the Tao" has been created, the ninth, eighth and seventh grades of the Holy Way have become
, has a very strong power, but compared to the four methods of chess, calligraphy and painting, it is still inferior.
And this is also the reason why the four holy cities do not need city walls.
And at this time.
The speed of Feng Qingyan's right hand was as fast as a ray of light. Qing Mang was speechless when he saw it.
After a while, he walked to a stele with a word of "Yizhang". After looking at it for a while, he began to copy it. He read or copied each stele one by one.
When midnight comes, the devil's night falls.
His calligraphy went from the ninth grade to the eighth grade...
Huhu——
at this time.
Each stele emits dazzling white light, like pillars of heaven, supporting the coming of the evil night.
Feng Qingyan came back to his senses from copying and looked up at the night sky and the calligraphy stele.
After a while, he bowed respectfully to the tablet.
When Qing Mang saw the king and saluted him, he also saluted the tablet...
The character monument has protected millions of people in the bookstore, and it is indeed worthy of Feng Qingyan's gift.
At this time, he carefully watched or copied again. In fact, there were not only word monuments on the ground, but also many word walls, word rocks, etc.
Most of them were left by the calligrapher, but many of them were actually left by the calligrapher.
For example.
On a withered tree next to the inscription stele, Qin Shujun left his writings. And Shujun’s writings were full of the breath of life, and actually brought a glimmer of life to the withered tree...
Feng Qingyan was secretly amazed.
Perhaps within a few days, this withered tree will be able to regain its vitality.
At this time, he was almost completely intoxicated in the calligraphy tablet, or in the sea of ink to be precise. It seemed that every word here could give him great inspiration and benefit him a lot in calligraphy.
Especially the three-foot tablet.
Unknowingly, the whole night passed in copying.
When the rooster crows, Feng Qingyan has quietly broken through again and stepped into the seventh-grade scholar realm.