Chapter 22 Confucian Art

On the futon, Guangyi sat cross-legged and closed his eyes slightly. He was still wearing a dark green robe. For two years, he had never left a mark on his face.

Liang Xiangling and Yan Ji saw that the master saluted one after another and said, "Master!"

Guang Yizhen slowly opened his eyes and looked at Yan Ji carefully. After a look, he nodded slightly, as if to say that Yan Ji has changed a lot in the past two years, which is very satisfactory to him.

Guang Yizhen stood up from the futon and ordered Liang Xiangling, "Xiangling, you go back first!"

Liang Xiangling answered, "Disciples leave!" Then walk out of the stone room.

Seeing that the master was just looking at himself up and down and didn't say anything, Yan Ji asked, "Master! What do you want me to ask you to come here?

Guangyi Zhenren did not answer, but asked, "What about the 'broken parting' fairy sword? Is it in your hands or in your sister's hand?

Yan Ji arched his hand and replied, "In the hands of my sister!"

Guang Yizhen smiled and said, "Since it's not in your hands, it means that you didn't get it; if you didn't get it, it means that you didn't bother to get the sword!"

If Guangyi Zhen knew that his disciple was cheated by his sister, he lost the sword of parting. I don't know what he would think of this disciple. Of course, Yan Ji will not be stupid enough to say that the fairy sword was cheated by her sister. She only said, "That sword is like a woman's sword, so let her sister use that sword!"

Guangyi Zhenren answered the question just asked: "I called you as a teacher to teach you something. Since I take you as an apprentice, I will always teach you something."

Yan Ji was naturally overjoyed to hear that his master wanted to teach him in person. He felt that the metaphysics taught by his master must be many times more powerful than that taught by his sister.

Guangyi Zhenren asked again, "Before that, I want to ask you a question. What is the purpose of your practice and learning metaphysics? You must answer truthfully, not at all.

Yan Ji wanted to learn metaphysics two years ago in order not to be bullied, but now it is to become a strong man and have the ability to protect his sister. Although he decided to tell the truth, he would not say plainly, "It's to protect my beloved sister!" Instead, he changed it and said, "It's to protect the people who care about me and the people I care about from harming them."

Guang Yizhen listened to his answer and nodded slightly with a happy face. Looking at his appearance, he seemed to be quite satisfied with Yan Ji's answer. Indeed, Guangyi's temperament is different from most masters. If other masters hear their disciples say, "Learning metaphysics is to eliminate demons and defend the way and cut off the evil way of the world," they will praise the previous sentence: Good ambition!

In Guangyi's real person's eyes, this kind of person is not suitable to be his disciple, just as Zhou Ruohan's great ambition to eliminate demons and defend the way when he became a teacher two years ago was pointed out by him as fighting and killing.

Guangyi Zhenren praised "very good" with a smile, and then asked, "Can you write?"

Yan Ji thought that the master wanted to dictate some real formulas, and then asked him to write them down and study them in detail. He was quite happy and simply answered, "Yes!"

Guang Yizhen pointed to the four treasures in the study room on the desk and said, "Well, you can write a few words and bring them to me."

Yes! Master." Yan Ji guessed that the master wanted to see him write, but he was worried that he didn't read much. If he wrote some words in the formula wrong, the practice would not go smoothly. Therefore, he deliberately wrote some rare and stroked characters to his master to prove that he was very illiterate.

Guang Yizhen looked at the words written by Yan Ji, couldn't help but frown and gave a comment: "If you write on paper, it's a waste of paper!" Later, he told Yan Ji, "From today on, you should concentrate on practicing calligraphy every day, be able to write regular regular script within 10 days, and be able to write cursive calligraphy within 15 days."

After saying that, he personally wrote a few regular calligraphy stickers and a few cursive calligraphy stickers, and said seriously: "You have to look at what is regular script and what is cursive calligraphy. Take it back to make an appearance and concentrate on practicing calligraphy as it is! Come and see me again in half a month."

Yan Ji thought that her writing was too ugly, which made the master so angry. She immediately put away two word stickers and said respectfully, "Yes! Master, I'm going back to practice calligraphy.

On the way back to Qingzhu Xianju, Yan Jisi couldn't understand the master's intention after thinking about it and said to himself, "Master's temper is too strange. He has to write well to teach me metaphysics. Could it be that good at writing can maximize the power of metaphysics?"

When they returned to Qingzhu Xianju, it was noon, and Liang Xiangling and Zhou Ruohan dined in the dining hall. But when he saw Yan Ji holding two pieces of paper in his hand, he walked into the dining room with a sad face.

Zhou Ruohan saw his brother's sad face and thought that the master scolded him and asked, "What's wrong with you? What did Master tell you?

Yan Ji slowly put the two words written by Master on the dinner table and sighed, "Master asked me to write such words in half a month."

Liang Xiangling put down his chopsticks and sneered, "No wonder no one will feel comfortable with your words 'worm crawling'. Master is good at calligraphy and painting, and there is no one in the world. If people know the words written by his disciples... Do you think there will be light on the master's face?

After listening to the senior sister's words, Yan Ji understood what the master's requirements were and decided to work hard to practice calligraphy. How could he lose face to the master?

Zhou Ruohan had a dinner for his brother and said, "What's there?" You can also write, just practice more. Anyway, our Qingzhu Xianju has a lot of paper and ink!"

When he heard the word "paper", Yan Ji immediately blushed with shame and hesitated: "Master said... said... that it was a waste of paper for me to practice writing on the green bamboo pole in the forest."

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After that, Yan Ji practiced calligraphy on a bamboo pole in the green bamboo forest with a plate of ink every day. Liang Xiangling and Zhou Ruohan sat aside and looked at Yan Ji, as if they were admiring something rare and rare. Liang Xiangling suddenly asked, "Ruohan, do you think if the younger brother wears a Confucian fir, will he look like a nerd?"

Zhou Ruohan was sleepy when he saw Yan Ji practicing calligraphy. He yawned and said, "I think if Brother continues to practice like this, he will become a nerd sooner or later. Don't you think Brother has been here recently?"

"Would you stay a lot?" Liang Xiangling sneered and said, "I'm afraid I don't have time to talk to you. Do you feel lonely? I'm afraid that you will be lonely in the future. Maybe Master will be interested one day and teach his brothers piano, chess, calligraphy, poetry, songs and music, so on. Then you have to talk to me every day!"

"Ah!" Zhou Ruohan was surprised and said, "Isn't that completely turning your brother into a nerd?"

Liang Xiangling said, "That's not a bad matter. After learning, the younger brother goes down the mountain to test for a literary champion. Coupled with some real methods of cultivation, it is easier to take a martial arts champion. After becoming famous, I will marry you again. Wouldn't it be better to find a husband who is talented in martial arts for you?

"Sister, you always laugh at me with this. Brother is here. How bad it is to hear..."

After half a month of hard practice, Yan Ji was barely able to write a regular script. Half a month later, but when they saw that the bamboo pole around the Qingzhu Xianju was full of words, unknown people thought that there was aura gathered in the bottom of the Qingzhu Xianju, and there was a book of heaven on the bamboo that grew.

Yan Ji wrote a regular script and a cursive script in front of his master and barely passed the test. As Liang Xiangling expected, Guangyi Zhenren began to teach Yan Ji's painting again. His painting expertise was mountain, water and bamboo, so he asked Yan Ji to learn three kinds of ink painting, mountain, water and bamboo.

Painting is different from calligraphy. At the beginning, people must be instructed in detail, starting with the simplest stone and water patterns. Guangyi Zhenren left Yan Ji in the Qingzhu Cave for detailed guidance. Liang Xiangling sent him three meals a day regularly, and even slept in the Qingzhu Cave, which was exactly the practice of retreat.

In this way, he couldn't see his sister every day. At first, he didn't feel anything, but after three or five days, he actually missed Zhou Ruohan. For the first time, the teenager tasted the taste of "missing" a person.

Liang Xiangling brought food every day and left in a hurry. She didn't dare to stay more, so that Yan Ji wanted to ask about her sister's situation. Liang Xiangling originally wanted to arrange for Zhou Ruohan to deliver food to Yan Ji to relieve their lovesickness, but she was also afraid that the master would object. The master did not clearly say that Zhou Ruohan could come to Qingzhu Cave for a day, but said that Zhou Ruohan could not know the location of Qingzhu Cave for a day, and no one dared to ask why he could not let Zhou Ruohan know.

For half a month in a row, Yan Ji was also a little annoyed to draw these bamboos every day. She couldn't help asking Guangyi Zhenren, "Master, what's the use of learning these?"

Guangyi replied, "Maybe it's useful, maybe it's useless; if you can use it, it's useful; if you can't use it, it's useless. Put aside the usefulness and no use, if a person can't even calm down to learn these things and can't even learn these things, how can he learn the mysterious and endless road!"

Yan Ji felt that Master's words were also reasonable. Compared with those mysterious and infinite metaphysics, this calligraphy and painting is as simple as a children's play. If you can't even learn these, how can you learn all kinds of avenues?

Whenever you miss Zhou Ruohan, Yan Ji warned herself: "You must endure the pain of lovesickness. If you play with your sister every day, can you become a strong man? Can you still protect your sister?"

After that, the skills taught by Guangyi Zhenren extended from calligraphy and painting to piano and chess, and practiced four times a day, which also avoided Yan Ji from feeling monotonous and boring, and was bound to make him a person proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

When Yan Ji heard his master play the piano for the first time, he was deeply impressed by his piano skills. The melodious sound of the piano was like a green spring across the mountains, like a clear spring flowing through his body, and the beautiful sound echoed in his ears.

It's also a piano, but Yan Ji popped up with another feeling. Just as he shook his head and closed his eyes and played the piano music, Guangyi touched his arm gently and said faintly, "You take the xylophone outside to practice, find a place I can't hear, and I want to sleep as a teacher.

At that time, Yan Ji really thought that Master wanted to have a good sleep, but when he listened carefully how difficult the sound of the piano he played was, he understood why Master drove him out of the cave to practice playing the piano.

After half a year, Yan Ji's mastery of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting has begun to become popular. Although his skills are not the best in the world, it is not too bad, and she can barely come out.

Seeing that Yan Ji was able to learn these seemingly tedious and useless things, Guangyi decided to formally teach Yan Ji the method of practicing truth.

On this day, after having breakfast, Yan Ji was called to the futon by his master: "From today on, I will teach you a set of cultivation methods!"

Yan Ji breathed a sigh of relief and sighed, "Finally, this day has come!"

If Guangyi doesn't teach Yan Ji some real formulas, Yan Ji will think that the old Taoist priest can only play the piano and write, and all other prestige is touted.

Before teaching Yan Jizhen's formula, Guang Yizhen asked him again, "Have you ever had a dream? Have you ever thought about changing anything for this world and the world?

"Dream? Change the world?"

In this world, Yan Ji really feels that it needs to be changed. At the age of 11, his parents died of illness one after another. His father, as a teacher, only taught the children of poor families to read and read, and the tuition fee was very small or even not charged. But what did his father get in the end? Have you ever seen those people help you when you are seriously ill? Did anyone ever help buy the medicine when the mother cut off the medicine? This is the current world and the current world.

The teenager once had a terrible idea that the way to change the world was to kill all these people.