Chapter Two Hundred and Sixteen: Statues of Confucian and Taoist Saints
Wuwen Marquis Mansion.
Hong Yi sat cross-legged on the bed, slowly opened his eyes with a look of joy, and said to himself, "This "Secret of Immortality" is indeed a unique book. I meditated and practiced all night. Not only did I not feel tired at all, but I was very energetic.
I have now opened two meridians, and my strength is roughly equivalent to that of a martial arts practitioner."
Although he has never practiced martial arts, he naturally knows how much effort it takes to go from a martial artist who trains meat to a martial artist who trains muscles.
Take Hong Xi, the eldest son of the Hou family, as an example. He had endless elixirs and the step-by-step teachings of Hong Xuanji, a martial arts saint, and it took him three months to complete.
Therefore, Hong Yi was naturally extremely grateful to Li Yizhi, who taught him the "Secret of Immortality".
"It's a pity that although I know that Brother Li is in the capital, I don't know where he is staying. Otherwise, I could go to him for advice from time to time."
Hong Yi sighed. He recalled the experience of the past half month as if he was in a dream.
First, he met Yuan Fei, one of the eight demon immortals, in Xishan Temple, then Li Yizhi, who was stronger than Yuan Fei, and then met Bai Ziyue, one of the eight demon immortals at the same time.
Bai Ziyue called him brother and sister, and also passed down several martial arts from him.
It's just a pity that physical training and Qi training are somewhat conflicting and cannot go hand in hand. They can only be used as auxiliary means.
Moreover, in this palace, his every move is monitored, and he cannot practice boxing. Meditation is the best option.
Hong Yi got up, freshened up, left the Hou Mansion, and walked towards Wenchang Street.
Today he made an appointment with Luo Yun, the princess of Kamikaze Kingdom, to go to Yunkong Pavilion to see the famous and unique portrait in Yujing.
It is said that looking at the portrait can enlighten one's wisdom, as if swimming in the ocean of Confucian sutras, which is extremely magical.
Arriving at Wenchang Street, Hong Yi found that the street was crowded with people, as if they were going to a market.
In front of the Zhuangyuan Building, Hong Yi saw Luo Yun, still dressed in men's clothing, handsome and aura.
"Princess, I often come to Wenchang Street. There are not so many people on weekdays. I think they all come because of its reputation. They go to Yunkong Pavilion to see the peerless portrait. Can we squeeze in?" Hong Yi asked worriedly.
Luo Yun smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. Let's go in through the back door. I've already made arrangements. Let's go. It's already the seventh day. In three days, we won't be able to see you again."
Hong Yi sighed, "I don't know how elegant that peerless portrait is, but it shocked the whole of Yujing. The final transaction price is probably a sky-high price."
Luo Yun smiled and said, "Of course it's a sky-high price. Yesterday's bidding price reached three million taels of silver. It comes from a noble family in Zhongzhou."
"Does the princess want to bid today?" Hong Yi asked.
Luo Yun shook her head and smiled bitterly, saying, "Don't say whether I can capture it or not. Even if I capture it in the end, I won't be able to protect it. Now this portrait has been evaluated by many great scholars as a portrait of a Confucian and Taoist saint. Although I am a god of wind
Even the princess cannot handle this hot potato."
Hong Yi just nodded silently. In the Daqian Dynasty, there were many families passed down from ancient times. Each of them was a behemoth. Even the royal family had to take the initiative to make friends. How could they see such a saint statue wandering overseas.
Even in Daqian, if you don't have enough strength, even if you get it, you won't be able to protect it in the end.
Half an hour later.
Hong Yi and Luo Yun came to the back door of Yunkong Pavilion and found that there were many luxurious carriages parked here, and big figures in rich clothes came and went from time to time.
Among the crowd, there were two people who attracted the most attention, a middle-aged Taoist priest with an immortal air and an old man with gray hair.
Although Hong Yi didn't recognize them, seeing everyone making way for them, he knew that their identities were of great importance.
Luo Yun whispered, "The Taoist priest is Xiao Anran, the leader of Fang Xiandao, and the old man beside him is the painting saint Qian Daozi. It is said that Fang Xiandao invited Qian Daozi to draw Taoist ancestors for them."
"Oh, he is Hua Shenggan Daozi!"
Hong Yi's eyes flashed and he looked at Qian Daozi seriously.
As the most famous Taoist painter today, Qian Daozi's paintings have reached the point where they look fake and real. He once painted a picture of a tiger that scared people to death.
Of course, the reason why Hong Yi pays so much attention to Qian Daozi is because he saw a pair of plum blossoms in Hong Xuanji's study a few days ago, which was painted by Qian Daozi and presented to his father, Hong Xuanji, and a woman named Meng Bingyun.
He didn't know what the statue of the Confucian and Taoist saint in Yunkong Pavilion was like.
But Hong Yi knew very well that the plum blossom picture was very charming. Just admiring it once, he made great progress in Taoism, from leaving the body to traveling at night.
It can be said that the plum blossom painting is not only a calligraphy and painting, but also a method of cultivating Taoism.
Following the crowd, Hong Yi and Luo Yun walked into Yunkong Pavilion.
The portrait is displayed in the backyard, hanging on a wall, surrounded by guardrails. On both sides of the guardrail, there are four big men in strong uniforms, guarding it with vigilant eyes.
Because there are too many people, it is naturally impossible to crowd together, so you need to queue up. Each group of twenty people has a limited time for one cup of tea at a time.
After waiting for more than an hour, it was finally Hong Yi's turn. He and Luo Yun followed Xiao Anran and Qian Daozi.
The moment he saw the portrait, Hong Yi was shocked and his eyes were filled with shock.
"This, this is Brother Li!"
Hong Yi was shocked. He did not expect that the famous Confucian and Taoist saint statue in the capital was actually Li Yizhi.
But when he thought of Li Yizhi's calligraphy, which was like a dragon and a phoenix, he naturally accepted it.
At the same time, he secretly thought that perhaps only a peerless figure like Li Yizhi could paint such a painting.
He was immersed in the painting and felt countless recitals ringing in his ears.
Countless Confucian sutras emerged before my eyes one by one.
Hong Yi's heart moved. He quickly stored the portrait of Li Yizhi in his mind, and his whole person fell into a mysterious and mysterious realm.
Like the wisdom restarting, the dust-laden memories of the past emerged one after another. Even the memories of infancy, the scenes seemed to be right in front of them.
After a long time, Hong Yi finally withdrew from that mysterious and mysterious realm. He felt that his soul was about to stir and grow rapidly, and he felt like he was about to leave his body.
He quickly suppressed it, this was not a place where the soul could leave his body.
At the same time, Hong Yi was also pleasantly surprised. He did not expect that visualizing Li Yizhi's portrait could have such a magical effect. Not only did he achieve a breakthrough in Taoism and enter the realm of day travel, but he also discovered his dust-laden memories and could never forget them.
He glanced and noticed the bidding sign next to the portrait: "Fanjia, seven million taels."
Hiss!
Hong Yi took a deep breath. This was seven million taels of silver. The annual income of the entire Hou Mansion was only three to four hundred thousand taels.
Luo Yun admired in a low voice, "It is indeed a statue of a Confucian and Taoist saint. I feel as if I am about to become enlightened. My thinking has never been clearer than at this moment. It's a pity. If our Kamikaze Kingdom can obtain it, we will definitely be able to cultivate countless talents."
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Hong Yi nodded deeply. The greatest role of this portrait is to enlighten people and inspire people's wisdom. It can be used as a national treasure.