Comprehensive Comprehension: Sixty Years of Observing Swords in Jiange 351, Collaborate with Huang Tingshu on the painting of plum blossoms, leaving only pure energy to fill the universe
351, Collaborate with Huang Tingshu on the painting of plum blossoms, leaving only pure energy to fill the universe
Along with the origin of this literary meeting, the identities of the people who participated in the literary meeting were all exposed.
Hundreds of years ago, Grand Master Lu Yuzhou, who had not yet become the deputy head of the Imperial City Academy, got a jade epiphyllum.
He gained enlightenment from this epiphyllum and felt the artistic conception that time is fleeting and time flies by.
Lu Yuzhou, who had an epiphany, started to wander around like a flower boat.
This jade epiphyllum can be said to be Lu Yuzhou's opportunity for enlightenment.
After other Confucian and Taoist monks got the news, they asked Lu Yuzhou to hold a literary meeting when the epiphyllum was in full bloom to see if others could also have the opportunity to realize Taoism.
This is how the Jade Epiphyllum Literary Society was formed.
However, after Lu Yuzhou disappeared for a hundred years, the cultural society also ceased.
This time, it was Lu Yuzhou’s first cultural gathering since he became a saint and returned to Tianxuan.
There were less than a hundred people invited to this cultural gathering, and each of them was a great monk at the pinnacle of Confucianism and Taoism.
The inferior Confucian and Taoist masters were not even qualified to participate in the conference.
Such things were originally only circulated among the circles of Confucian and Taoist great masters.
But for some reason, this matter spread throughout the imperial city overnight.
Along with this news, there was also an invitation handwritten by Vice President Lu Yuzhou.
The jade-colored invitation has Lu Yuzhou’s handwriting on it.
Even if this invitation is a replica, it is still worth observing.
The key is that with this invitation, you will get the opportunity to observe the cultural conference!
How many people are qualified to observe a gathering of the world's top Confucian and Taoist cultivators?
Just three thousand spirit stones.
Buy the invitation with 3,000 spirit stones, get a qualification to observe, maybe you can soar into the sky!
For those who don’t believe it, look at the Yongding River outside the city and you will see that the Yunjin Fairy Boat where the cultural gathering is held has been surrounded by hundreds of large and small boats.
There is a banner on each painting boat that reads "Exclusive viewing of painting boats for the Jade Epiphyllum Cultural Association".
Another banner read, "Han's Trading Company exclusively sponsors the Jade Epiphyllum Cultural Association."
Someone took the invitation that cost three thousand spiritual stones and actually boarded the boat.
As for whether he could observe the cultural fair and how he could observe the cultural fair, this person did not say.
Because, after he boarded the boat, he never got off the boat again.
Is three thousand spiritual stones a lot?
many.
For the vast majority of mortals in the imperial city, three thousand spirit stones cannot be earned in a lifetime.
Among the Confucian and Taoist students in the city, there are only a few who can produce three thousand spiritual stones without any effort.
Of course, there are 300 million people in the imperial city, and these few are also millions.
No one knows how many copies of the invitation were made.
But someone has calculated that based on the location of those flower boats, it is estimated that it can accommodate 100,000 people.
In other words, the maximum number of invitations is 100,000.
There are too many people in the city who are not short of spiritual stones and are willing to give up three thousand spiritual stones in exchange for an invitation.
Maybe, this is a chance?
Some people bought the invitations early, some gritted their teeth and borrowed spiritual stones from their classmates to buy one, and there were also three or five people who pooled their spiritual stones together and bought one.
I was slow to start, only to find that the original price of an invitation worth three thousand spirit stones had already reached ten thousand.
I was hesitating whether to bite the bullet and buy it, but then I saw it was already 30,000 pieces. Do you want it?
More people who had received invitations went to the flower boat early to reserve seats.
It is said that all the food and drinks on the flower boat are provided by Han's Trading Company for the past few days, and everything from food and drink to overnight accommodation is free of charge.
It is said that the girls on the flower boat are willing to favor the Confucian scholars who participate in the literary society, and use all kinds of tricks, as if they are in a fairy cloud.
It is said that a poor scholar borrowed three thousand spiritual stones to buy an invitation and boarded a flower boat for one day. He was so impressed by the oiran that he gave him one hundred thousand spiritual stones.
Now they have been living together and flying together.
…
No one investigates whether these reports are true or false, and it doesn't matter whether they are true or false.
The important thing is that so far, no great scholar has come forward to clarify the news.
No news is good news.
Now in the city, we can see groups of attendants wearing the uniform clothes of the Han family, carrying inkstones from the Ma family's workshop, paper from the Hu family, ink pens from the Sun family, and Yunzhou ink, which is the number one tribute from the royal family, to the Yunjin Fairy Boat.
Then baskets of all kinds of fresh spiritual fruits were carried to the boat.
Han's Trading Company purchased too many things, and many stores were immediately vacated.
Many smart merchants have already gone to Han's Trading Company to discuss business.
There are also many libraries and literary agencies that sell literary treasures, and they also send people to Hanjia Trading Company to contact them.
First, they have various cultural treasures in their hands, as well as fine pens, inks, papers and inkstones, which they can trade.
On the other hand, according to the information they came back from their inquiries, all the autographs of the great Confucian scholars and the authentic paintings on the boats and boats of this cultural gathering will be collected by the Han Family Trading Company.
Even if one-thousandth of them becomes cultural treasures, that would be a big deal!
This was something Chen Ru had never thought of before.
The result of this is that many libraries and literary societies are willing to provide pens, inks, paper and inkstones for free.
Many clothing stores, spiritual fruit stores, and businesses selling fine wine are willing to provide them for free or at low prices, as long as they can help promote their stores during the cultural conference.
Hu Dieyi, the shopkeeper of Dieyi Xuan, the largest ready-to-wear store in the city, personally visited Chen Ru and said that he could buy the robes of all the attending scholars, as long as he could replace those robes with brand new ones after the cultural conference was over.
Chen Ru calculated that the value of the robe worn by a great scholar when he attended a literary meeting would be ten times higher if he took it back and sold it.
If it is worn by a great master or a semi-sacred person, and it is stained with ink, water, wine, or even robes, the value will be a hundred times higher.
Some people are willing to spend a lot of money to collect these objects.
As for the dresses of the boat ladies on the flower boats and Yunjin Fairy Boats, Hu Dieyi is willing to take back ten times the amount.
Twice the number of close-fitting clothes.
She also said that if it were the clothes of Princess Yunjin and Miss Bai Wuhen, she would be willing to pay a thousand times the price.
This business is really doable.
But in the end, Chen Ru didn't make a decision. He only said that he could make these robes for Caiyi Xuan, but he didn't dare to decide whether to recycle them or not.
Even if the pretty Hu Dieyi had to sacrifice her looks, Chen Ru would not dare to agree.
Notwithstanding those great scholars, he did not dare to guess whether or not Princess Yunjin had any relationship with his family head.
However, he still sent someone to report the matter to Danyuan Pavilion in the form of jade slips to Han Muye.
Unfortunately, Han Muye went to Baili Xinglin's house with Mu Wan today, so Zuo Yulong could only collect the jade slips and wait for Han Muye to return to Danyuan Pavilion before replying.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! At noon, Han Muye and Mu Wan, wearing a green robe and a jade crown, stood side by side in front of a simple and magnificent mansion.
The plaque on the door of the mansion reads "Huang Mansion".
The handwriting of Grand Master Huang Tingshu.
"Miss Mu, the madam and the head of the family are in the back hall. You can go in directly if you come."
At the entrance of the mansion, a butler in gray robe greeted him with a smile.
Mu Wan has been here for a few days, and his identity is no longer a secret to this butler who is good at welcoming guests and sending them off.
The niece of the head of the family and his wife has such a noble status that it is hard to imagine.
Mu Wan nodded slightly and turned to look at Han Muye beside her.
"Brother, are you a little nervous?"
nervous?
Han Muye quickly shook his head.
Mu Wan smiled and stepped into the mansion with Han Muye.
Similar to the Qin family's mansion, in the wide courtyard, spiritual herbs and elixirs can be seen everywhere.
There are many tall trees, all of which are very long-lasting medicinal materials.
After walking into several large courtyards, Han Muye's eyes fell on a pool.
The pool is only three to five acres, and the color of the water is not clear, but gray and black.
A faint fragrance of ink came.
The trees next to the pool are all a faint ink color.
"The trees at the head of the Huang family's inkstone washing pond are full of blooming flowers with faint ink marks. Grandmaster Huang's incessant writing is admirable."
Han Muye's eyes flashed with light and he spoke in a low voice.
Tao domain.
This three- to five-acre pond and the ink-colored trees beside the pond have clearly turned into a Dao realm!
Everyone said that Huang Tingshu was suppressed by Baili Xinglin. The men were weak and the women were strong, and their will was depressed.
This Dao realm, where ink stains the world, can make one's will become depressed?
Sure enough, the rumors were not to be believed.
"The tree at the head of my inkstone washing pond has blooming flowers with faint ink marks. It's a good poem. Grandmaster Makino is so famous that it's not as good as seeing it. It's really a rare literary talent."
Han Muye turned his head and saw an old man in his fifties wearing a white robe and a meticulous beard walking forward slowly.
Beside him, there was a woman wearing a green robe, with elixir energy surging around her body.
This is the great master, no, the half-sage Huang Tingshu, the half-sage Baili Xinglin of Dan Dao.
"Mu Wan pays homage to my uncle, my uncle." Mu Wan hurriedly bowed, and then whispered: "This is my senior brother."
Han Muye then bowed slightly, cupped his hands and said, "Junior Han Muye has met my uncle, my uncle."
Whether it is Han Muye or Grandmaster Muye, it is just an identity.
For great monks who have practiced to their level, status is not important, only attitude is important.
Han Muye did not regard himself as an outsider and directly called his uncle, his uncle, making Baili Xinglin and Huang Tingshu look at each other with smiles on their faces.
"Young hero, I didn't believe it at first. But when I saw him today, I realized that there really is such a person in the world."
Baili Xinglin looked at Han Muye with his eyes, and then said softly: "No wonder Mu Wan wants to find the method of bloodline alchemy."
Han Muye lowered his head slightly.
It's really amazing that he can actually see the power of his own blood.
After all, he is a semi-sage of alchemy.
"Haha, come on, come inside and sit down." Huang Tingshu laughed loudly, stepped forward and grabbed Han Muye's arm, pulling him towards the house.
"The poem you just wrote was so good. I will write it down later."
"By the way, how should I continue the last two lines of this poem?"
Seeing Han Muye being pulled into the room by Huang Tingshu, Mu Wan's face froze slightly.
She seems to have been forgotten.
"Girl, it's rare that your uncle has taken a fancy to you." Baili Xinglin's eyes flashed with light, he stepped forward and spoke softly.
She looked at Mu Wan and lowered her voice: "He has studied Dahuangting intensively, and there are only a few people in the world who can be valued by him."
There was a hint of pride on Baili Xinglin's face.
How could the Taoist husband she chose be an ordinary person?
As for saying that men are weak and women are strong, that's just Huang Tingshu practicing hard and not caring what the world says.
Because of the study of the Wuhuang Realm Kung Fu, Huang Tingshu created the Great Huangting. His spiritual cultivation was so strong that Baili Xinglin was frightened.
She didn't even dare to guess how advanced her husband's cultivation was.
"Come on, accompany me to make some common medicinal meals in Yuhong Realm." Baili Xinglin took Mu Wan's arm and led her aside.
Mu Wan nodded and glanced at Han Muye who had already arrived in the house.
Senior brother should be respected by his uncle and his uncle.
What kind of person is my senior brother?
Unconsciously, she felt sweet in her heart.
"Hey, you look so much like me now."
The voice from Baili Xinglin beside her made Mu Wan blush.
"Actually, it's nothing. If a girl feels she belongs, she should express it and do what she has to do." Baili Xinglin turned her head and glanced at Mu Wan.
"You have been living alone with your senior brother for so long, and you are still a virgin." After a pause, looking at Mu Wan's face that was red to the ears, Baili Xinglin shook her head: "It's natural for a man to love a woman, and you can't let it go like this.
Can’t open it.”
"Your senior brother is such a person, if you don't catch him, he will be robbed when you are in a hurry."
"No, I, yes, it's senior brother, isn't he..." Mu Wan quickly explained, but she didn't know how to say it, her face was red and she couldn't explain clearly.
"No?" Baili Xinglin frowned.
"I understand, he is fused with the power of the bloodline of monster beasts, and his physical strength is not harmonious."
Baili Xinglin's words made Mu Wan nod repeatedly.
"Well, it's a bit troublesome not to do it at such a young age, but it's okay. I'll give you some medicinal wine that my uncle developed for you to take back. I guarantee you a night..."
Afterwards, Mu Wan did not stop talking.
She felt that her uncle seemed to have misunderstood something.
Brother, he can do it.
real.
…
In Huang Tingshu's study, you can see scrolls of calligraphy and painting everywhere.
Every piece is a treasure.
The handwritings of the great masters of Confucianism and Taoism of the present generation can be found everywhere.
This collection is much larger than what he collected in Danyuan Pavilion.
"Haha, do you like it?"
Huang Tingshu held the pen beside the long desk, raised his eyes and saw Han Muye looking around, and said with a smile: "Just take whatever you like."
"I heard from Mu Wan that you plundered some paintings and calligraphy from Lu Yuzhou's house."
"Honestly, what good things can he get from his old boy's collection?"
"Look at mine, which one is not a real masterpiece?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Probably, this kind of thing between literati and monks is also common among great monks.
Lu Yuzhou's character has been ruined a lot, but he has many treasures, which makes people feel unhappy.
This is what Yan Zhenqing told Han Muye personally.
Yan Zhen said lightly that when Han Muye vacated Lu Yuzhou's small courtyard, many people in the Imperial City Academy clapped their hands and cheered.
When he heard that Huang Tingshu asked him to choose calligraphy and painting, Han Muye was not polite and directly picked a few pieces of Huang Tingshu's calligraphy and a few paintings and calligraphy of other great Confucian scholars.
"The writing on Huangzhou Hanshi is like a dragon, and the pen and ink are vigorous. It is truly a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation." Han Muye put away Huang Tingshu's handwriting.
"Picture of Zu Yuan's Enlightenment? Isn't this the handwriting of Wang Mojie? You're welcome, junior."
Huang Ting stood there, watching Han Muye really sweep away the paintings and calligraphy on the surrounding walls. The corners of his mouth twitched and he didn't even notice the ink beads dripping from the tip of his pen.
When he lowered his head, a few ink drops had already fallen on the paper.
"What a pity for a piece of Jin Yunze paper."
Just as Huang Tingshu was about to throw away the paper on the long desk, Han Muye stepped forward and said softly: "I can't take my uncle's calligraphy and painting for nothing, so I just draw a painting with this pen and paper and give it to my uncle."
As he spoke, he picked up the inkstone on the table and shook his hands.
The paper is filled with ink dots in disorder, large and small.
Reaching out to take the ink pen from Huang Tingzhu's hand, Han Muye moved the pen like flying, sketching, dotting, rubbing and rubbing, and the ink plum blossoms bloomed on the strong branches.
"well!"
Seeing the plum blossoms blooming, Huang Tingzhu stood aside and praised them repeatedly.
Outside the study, someone stretched out his head to look.
Baili Tongyun, who was wearing a Confucian shirt, looked at the study in amazement as Han Muye was painting with his brushes, while his grandfather watched from the side.
She knows her grandfather's temperament best.
There are only seven or eight people in the world who can be praised by him for their calligraphy and painting.
The shopkeeper of Danyuan Pavilion has outstanding poetry and prose. He never expected that his calligraphy and painting would be praised by his grandfather.
Quietly walking into the study, she saw the appearance of the scroll painted by Han Muye.
Mo Mei.
The branches are of varying density, and the petals and buds of dark plum blossoms, thick or light, large or small, are naturally embellished.
Standing in front of the long case, the fragrance of ink seems to turn into the fragrance of plum, refreshing the heart and mind.
After taking just one breath, Baili Tongyun felt that his heart was extremely clear, and there was a cold aroma lingering in his heart.
Huang Ting glanced at his granddaughter, said nothing, then lowered his head to look at the scroll again.
At this time, Han Muye had slowly cleaned up the picture and stopped writing.
He held the pen in his hands and handed it to Huang Tingzhu.
"Uncle Master, please correct me."
Hearing his words, Huang Tingshu laughed loudly, took the ink pen and said: "You are already proficient in this painting. The painting method of ink and bone is no less than that of Xu Qingteng. Why do you need me to correct it?"
"Young people, you must be proud."
As he spoke, he leaned over and wrote down the verses that Han Muye had recited before on the screen.
"The trees at the head of my home's inkstone washing pond are blooming, and the flowers are blooming with faint ink marks." Baili Tongyun recited the poem, with joy on his face.
"Grandpa, I didn't expect you to have another great work——"
Before she finished speaking, Huang Tingshu raised his head and looked at Han Muye: "The next two sentences are here, continue."
Continue?
Baili Tongyun's eyes widened.
This poem was actually written by Grandmaster Makino!
Han Muye pondered for a moment and said softly: "Don't let anyone praise you for your good looks."
Huang Tingshu was shocked, lowered his head, and wrote this sentence.
When he finished writing, Han Muye spoke again: "Just leave the pure energy to fill the universe."
As soon as the words fell, the room was filled with a golden aura of awe. Huang Tingzhu's body was filled with a purple halo, as if it was about to rush out of the house and into the sky!
"Okay, what a great sentence, leaving only pure energy to fill the universe!"
"In the world of Confucianism and Taoism, there are only a few people with this kind of mind."
After Huang Tingshu finished speaking, he slowly put pen to paper, wrote down the last sentence, and then signed the signature.
"Makino painted a picture of plum blossoms himself, wrote a poem in his mouth, and Huang Ting recorded it vertically."
After putting the seal on it, Huang Tingshu quietly looked at the picture of plum blossoms in front of him, and then said with a long smile: "The scrolls that fill my study are worth replacing with this picture of plum blossoms."
After hearing his words, Baili Tongyun looked around and found that it was indeed much empty.
"Husband, the food has been prepared. Come quickly." The voice of Baili Xinglin came from outside the study.
Huang Ting smiled and carefully hung the scroll in front of him on the wall in front of him, then looked at it carefully and kept nodding.
After a while, he turned to look at Baili Tongyun beside him.
"Girl Tongyun, why are you back? You are not studying in the academy today."
As he spoke, he led Han Muye out of the study.
Baili Tongyun took out an invitation from behind, chased after him and said angrily: "Look, grandpa, I don't know who is so hateful. He made countless copies of the invitations to the Jade Epiphyllum Cultural Society and sold them everywhere."
"An invitation costs 3,000 spiritual stones. Now the whole city is scrambling for invitations. This one has been sold to 50,000 spiritual stones."
"Grandpa, do you want to take care of this matter?"
