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Huatian Xingyu Confucian Garden.
Yang Junshan's visit was obviously somewhat unexpected by Han Chongxianzun.
"Haha, fellow Taoist Han, I have taken the liberty to come to visit Yan Zongsheng. I wonder if Zongsheng has time?" Yang Junshan asked with a smile.
Yang Junshan had great respect for Yan Zongsheng. Although Yan Zongsheng was famous among the Confucian people as a good teacher but not good at teaching students, Yang Junshan had benefited from Yan Zongsheng several times. He first preached the music of the piano, and then understood
Understanding the true meaning of "all-inclusive" in Haoran Zhengqi, strictly speaking, Yan Xin is far from Yang Junshan, which can be regarded as a half-teacher friendship.
Compared to Yang Junshan's free and easy manner, Han Chongxianzun's expression when he looked at Yang Junshan seemed a bit complicated. When he saw Yang Junshan coming, he bowed respectfully and said, "I have met Xianzun Junshan."
Yang Junshan quickly turned aside and said in shock: "Fellow Daoist Han, what are you doing?"
“The etiquette cannot be discarded!”
After Immortal Master Han Chong finished speaking, he stood up and said with a hint of apology: "I'm afraid Immortal Master is here at an unlucky time. Master, he is not in the Confucian Garden now."
"Not here?"
Yang Junshan was slightly startled and asked quickly: "Do you know where Zongsheng went and when he will return, fellow Daoist Han?"
"I'm sorry, I'm..."
Han Zhongxianzun spoke for a moment, then just shook his head.
Yang Junshan saw a hint of hesitation in Han Chongxianzun's expression. He understood in his heart that Han Chongxianzun was an upright man and probably wasn't good at telling lies. It was only because it was inconvenient to reveal Yan Zongsheng's whereabouts.
Yang Junshan was greatly disappointed, but had no choice but to do anything. He was about to resign when he suddenly heard a loud laugh coming from outside the Confucian Garden.
"Lao Yan, have you returned from the exploration of Fengtian Star Realm so soon? How about it? Have you found Taichu Xuanguang?"
The formation prohibition in the Confucian Garden prevented outsiders from discovering Yang Junshan's identity, but his aura of Da Luo Fairyland remained when the Confucian Garden was opened. The visitor obviously misunderstood and regarded Yang Junshan as Yan Zongsheng.
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A man turned around from the edge of the bamboo forest with several scrolls under his arm. The moment he saw Yang Junshan, his expression changed: "Is it you?"
Yang Junshan was slightly stunned, but he had never remembered that he knew another Confucian sage besides Yan Xinyuan. However, at this moment, Yang Junshan had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he felt a little enlightened and said: "Your Majesty,
But Liu Zi is the Liu Zongsheng?"
The visitor threw several scrolls under his arm into Han Zhongxianzun's hands. Although his expression was a little unswerving, he still showed no lack of courtesy. He held his hands and said: "Fellow Taoist Junshan, Liu Mou doesn't know that you and Senior Brother Yan are also friends."
Qian, you can actually enter this Confucian garden."
During the battle for the Hongmeng Purple Qi, although Yang Junshan never fought against Liu Zizheng, the several Daluo Immortals who participated in the battle for the Hongmeng Purple Qi at that time all knew each other when looking back on the battle afterwards.
Compared with Yang Junshan's successful acquisition of the Hongmeng Purple Qi, Liu Zizheng's luck was much worse. The Hongmeng Purple Qi that he had originally obtained was snatched away by someone in a sneak attack at the last moment. It was inevitable that Liu Zi was seeing Yang Junshan.
When I saw him, he looked unhappy.
Yang Junshan could probably guess where the hostility on Liu Zi's face came from. Although the other party's attitude was not good, Yang Junshan didn't take it to heart. He smiled slightly and said: "This junior came here to ask for advice from Senior Yan."
There are some things, but I never thought that senior was looking for the twenty-eighth seat of the world that was about to appear, and happened to miss it."
Among the twenty-seven plane worlds currently appearing in the starry sky world, there has never been a plane world called "Fengtian". Judging from the news that Liu Zizheng just revealed inadvertently, Yan Xinyuan should be looking for someone who can open the plane world.
If there is the Taichu Xuanguang of the surface world, then there is no doubt that the twenty-eighth surface world that is about to take shape should be the Fengtian World.
Liu Zizheng snorted coldly, but did not answer Yang Junshan's words. He probably already understood that just because of his careless words, he not only revealed Yan Xinyuan's whereabouts, but also exposed some of the Confucian people's views on Fengtian World.
Planning, he said rather rudely: "Then you might as well come back next time, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back for a while."
After saying that, he no longer paid attention to Yang Junshan, but said to Han Zhong next to him: "These volumes are the rubbings of Ya Sheng's handwriting that I found. These rubbings are at least made by Shu Sheng. All of them are left to Lao Yan. According to the
He had promised to quickly bring out Qiu Sheng's handwriting copied by Lao Yan so that Liu could open his eyes!"
Qiu Sheng’s handwriting!
Yang Junshan's heart moved. He was about to leave, but he turned around and came back.
When Liu Zizheng saw Yang Junshan returning, he frowned and said, "What are you doing back again?"
Yang Junshan said seriously: "Although Yang is not a Confucian scholar, he has the opportunity to see Qiu Sheng's authentic relics. Who is willing to miss this opportunity?"
Han Zhong quickly corrected him: "It's not an authentic work, it's just one of the most proud copies of Qiu Sheng's original works that the teacher copied."
Of course, Yang Junshan knew that it was not the authentic manuscript of Saint Qiu. The real Holy Manuscript in Yan Xinyuan's hand had already been used to resist the Emperor of Nine Heavens when he invaded the Jiutian World.
Yang Junshan smiled and said: "It's just a copy, but what I copied is also Qiu Sheng's handwriting. I should be feasting my eyes on it."
Liu Zizheng sneered and said: "Since fellow Taoist Yang wants to see it, why not just take it out and let him open his eyes? Calligraphy and seal script are unique to Confucianism, can't they be learned just by looking at them?"
Seal script is different from seal script. It is a unique Confucian method of exerting power through words and articles. Within the Confucian clan, they often prefer to call this method calligraphy.
For the same words, the higher the cultivation level and the higher the calligraphy attainment, the more powerful the writing will naturally be.
But the same article often requires not only the monk's cultivation and calligraphy skills, but also the writing style and content of the article, and even the different understandings of the same article by different monks.
Yang Junshan glanced at the stack of scrolls that Han Zhongxian put down. Although these scrolls were just rubbings, they were copied from Yasheng's original works, and in the process of copying, the copyer's own feelings were often integrated into the copying process. Therefore,
, regardless of these volumes of rubbings, when it is really used against the enemy, its power may not be worse than the immortal talisman.
Han Chongxianzun wanted to get the rubbings of Yan Zongsheng's original works copied by Qiu Sheng, but he was too embarrassed to directly take away the calligraphy and seal scrolls sent by Liu Zizheng, so he first placed these scrolls on the stone table in the Confucian Garden.
Liu Zizheng saw Yang Junshan's eyes staring at these scrolls for a moment, so he joked with a hint of teasing: "Why, does Fellow Daoist Yang really have the intention to study calligraphy and seal script? Is it not so?"
Yang Junshan hesitated for a moment and said: "Yang just admires a few Confucian saints and wants to see their authentic handwriting. Although these are rubbings, Yang has little talent and knowledge. At most, he just looks like them.
I don’t want to reveal the secrets of the Confucian clan, but I wonder if I can open these scrolls so that Yang can feast his eyes on them?"
When Liu Zizheng heard this, he laughed "haha" and said: "What's wrong with this? Our Confucian people value 'education without distinction'. Fellow Taoist Yang is determined to join our Confucian school. We are extremely happy before it's too late, so how can we abandon it?"
Take care of yourself!"
After that, Liu Zizheng took it upon himself to unroll and hang up the scrolls on the stone table for Yang Junshan to observe.
The handwriting on these rubbings may be majestic, elegant, or simple, but there is no doubt that there is a powerful force in each volume of rubbings.
However, what Yang Junshan wants to figure out is naturally not the real mystery of these calligraphy seals. This calligraphy seal script is a secret that is not passed down by the Confucian people. Liu Zizheng seems to be generous, so how can he not know the key to it? He just wants to see it.
Yang Junshan just made a fool of himself, but what he didn't expect was that Yang Junshan didn't even think about studying calligraphy and seal writing. His real purpose was just to compare the handwriting on these rubbings and find out the real writing on the bamboo slips in his hand.
Just people.
Unfortunately, according to what Liu Zizheng said, the original copies of these rubbings include three minor sages of the Confucian clan. Although the writing situations of the rubbings are different, Yang Junshan can be sure that the bamboo slips he owns are on
The handwriting is not identical to any scroll rubbings.
"How is it? What do you think, fellow Taoist Yang?" Liu Zi asked with a half-smile.
Ignoring the teasing in Liu Zizheng's words, Yang Junshan looked at the direction Han Chongxian Zun had left before and said: "When will Fellow Daoist Han bring the authentic work of Qiu Sheng copied by Yan Zongsheng?"
Liu Zizheng's face darkened and he sneered: "Young Daoist Fellow Yang is too ambitious, isn't he?"
As if Yang Junshan didn't hear Liu Zizheng's words, his eyes suddenly lit up and he said: "Here he comes!"
Although Liu Zizheng was angry in his heart, seeing that Han Chongxian Zun was really coming with a bamboo slip in his hand made him forget his unhappiness for a moment and stared at the bamboo slip without blinking.
"Is this the original work of Qiu Sheng that Lao Yan copied? Lao Yan was willing to give it up. It was just a copy of the rubbings, but he actually used bamboo slips made of jasper bamboo!"
Although Liu Zi was saying this, his expression already looked a little impatient.
As soon as Han Chongxianzun approached, Liu Zizheng snatched the bamboo slip from his hand and murmured to himself: "I don't know how much the charm of Qiu Sheng can be compared to Lao Yan."
Immortal Master Han Chong didn't take it seriously when he saw this. He just smiled and said: "According to the agreement between Master and Master Yan, the disciple has put away these scroll rubbings that Master brought."
Liu Zizheng's eyes twitched when he heard this. Although these copy rubbings of Ya Sheng's original works are not as good as this volume of Qiu Sheng's original rubbings, they were collected by him with great effort. Now they are just for the purpose of observing Qiu Sheng.
After making rubbings of the Holy Authentic Relics, he wanted to give all these away. Even though Liu Zizheng had made an agreement before, he couldn't help but feel heartache for a while.
"Take it, take it, don't leave it here to be an eyesore!"
Liu Zi turned his face away and swung his sleeves irritably.
Han Chongxianzun smiled slightly, and just as he put away these scroll rubbings, Liu Zizheng couldn't wait to unfold the bamboo slips.
With the sound of "clatter", the bamboo slips were slowly opened in Han Chongxianzun's hands. Both Liu Zizheng and Yang Junshan's eyes widened at this moment.