Royal Master Painter

Chapter 372 What is a Scholar
Wei Changli sat alone under the Wen Gong willow, and an old man in Tsing Yi appeared beside him in a flash of inspiration.

"Have you been to Wenxian Mausoleum?" Wei Changli asked.

"I've been there, I didn't expect that Xihe's farewell would be a forever farewell..."

The person who came was actually Li Wenling who was convicted by the Confucian government as a defector. Li Wenling had obviously cried at this moment, and there were bloodshot eyes in his eyes.

"I was really surprised when I heard that you defected. I didn't expect you to join the Guruhui."

"I never thought I would be like this"

"So your purpose is to destroy the Eight Houses?" Wei Changli asked.

"Do you think there is a real good person in the eight prefectures today?" Li Wenling did not answer Wei Changli's question directly, but asked a rhetorical question.

"Lei Huaji, Ji Li, Guan Jizhai, Mo Heng, Old Ape Monkey, and me, we all have bad records, it's definitely not the case.

It would be a bit of a stretch to say that Zhang Lingsu is a good person. During the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism, the sky thunders and destroys the world, and Yu Xing is tall and bald. There is a lot of blood on the bald hands.

Even if I stand on my own standpoint, I have done nothing wrong, but if I jump out of my own standpoint, my answer is no! "Wei Changli answered very frankly.

"If the pain of your life comes from this position, the pain of my life is those biblical sages.

I was born in the Five Classics, and now I don’t believe in learning or teaching, and I don’t believe in immortal interpretation, so I have been under house arrest in Xihe.

A child, at the beginning of a human being, has a good nature, but after entering the Eight Houses, he lost the disposition bestowed by the heavens on every child. For so many years, I have been thinking about where the problem lies.

It was only later that I realized that the disposition bestowed on me by God did not match what the sages said in scriptures, and that was why I was regarded as a heresy.

I still insist that I don’t know how to be myself, but only serve others. The sages’ scriptures are the root of all falsehoods in the world.

I never thought about destroying the Eight Houses, what I want to do is to destroy the scriptures that devour human nature, I want to burn the books! "

Wei Changli smiled and did not dissuade him, because he knew that the only person who could persuade Li Wenling to turn back was already lying in Wenxian Mausoleum.

"This is the path you choose, I can't interfere, but you should also be prepared, the people of Wenfu will fight you desperately because of these paintings and poems"

The world will be chaotic, and Li Wenling will leave and someone will come to visit.

"Old butcher? Are you also here to trouble Wenfu?"

Wei Changli had a headache. He didn't know what kind of ability that mysterious leader of the White Lake Guruhui could bring together so many difficult people.

"I'm different from that old boy. Back then, I made a huge mess and was expelled. There was no place for me in the entire Yuling Continent.

Only Mr. Wei, you don't dislike me, you took me in Mahuang Lane, and let us, grandparents and grandchildren, live peacefully for some years.

I only have gratitude to the Wenfu, and I have no hatred, and it is not you who I have to deal with when I join the Guruhui," said the old butcher.

"This is barely good news, we still have something to talk about"

"I'm here to send you a message." The old butcher said a few words in a secret way, and Wei Changli frowned.

"So soon?"

"Master Wei, I still owe you a knife, no matter what your position is, I will return it to you"

"I don't need this knife, you can keep it, someone will come to collect the debt for me in the future, just pay him back when the time comes"

Before the old butcher left, he kowtowed to the sheep cart that Wei Changli was riding in.

"You are also a warrior with nine levels of immortality, what are you doing?"

"I don't admire many people in my life, and even fewer people have been kind to me. You, Wei Changli, happen to be the only one."

Wei Changli tapped lightly with one finger, and his spiritual power rippled like ink. Following Wei Changli's understated fingertip calligraphy, black lines merged into Wengong Liu and Yujing Lake.

"Why did Master Wei call us?"

A red crow flew out from the treetops, and a white fish appeared from the bottom of the lake.

"you go"

"Go? Where are you going?" Chi Wu asked.

"Go to the land of Yique, I know you hate Lao Hei, but only the three of you are safe together, I'm sorry, Wenfu can no longer protect you."

"we still have…"

Chiwu still wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Wei Changli.

"I have decided"

Today's Wenfu is still teaching in an orderly manner. Whether it is teaching or instruction, the cultivation method summed up by Wenfu for thousands of years and the essence of various techniques are taught to young people. The wheels of the government continued to roll forward.

"Masters of Wenfu, all students, please gather under Wengong Liu, I, Wei Changli, will teach you today."

The voice instantly spread throughout Wenfu, causing a sensation!

The head of the Mansion Wen gave the lecture in person?This is the first time in the world!
The whole Wenfu instantly became hot, and many people rushed out of the dormitory first, just to be able to squeeze into the most front position under Wengong Liu.

Now Chen Mo and Lu Jing are both students of Shangshe. They have been in Wenfu for nearly five years, and this is the first time they have the opportunity to hear this legendary powerhouse speak out.

The same is true of giving up life, and the same is true of teaching.

"Why are you two dressed like this?" Zhou Mengde asked when he saw that He Qingzhi and Fan Jieshi had changed into the clothes they wore when they were studying in Wenfu.

"We are teaching in front of these sacrificial students, but of course we are students in front of Mr. Wei," He Qingzhi said with a smile.

"Don't tell me, this reminds me of when I recited the post in Wenfu Stele Forest," Fan Jieshi also said.

"Then you wait for me, the old man has to remember well"

Zhou Mengde actually went back to the room and re-dressed and decorated.

Soon the people of Wen Mansion gathered under the willow of Wen Gong. There are nearly a thousand students in Wen Mansion now, and Wei Changli's sheep cart is in the most conspicuous position.

"Look at Zhou Mengde, the old man you usually call the most rigid." Wei Changli pointed at Zhou Meng and smiled.

When all the students in Wenfu looked at Zhou Mengde, they couldn't help laughing.

This stereotypical and most unlovable old teacher is now dressed in light pink clothes, which forms a strong contrast with his gray hair.

"What are you laughing at, I was much more chic than you when I was young." The old man Zhou Meng was not angry either.

"I can testify that Zhou Mengde was also a romantic and talented man at your age, the perfect husband in the hearts of countless men and women in Qingdu. Let's look at you, Yang Jiaoyu."

Yang Xiangru is one of the only two teaching instructions left in Wenfu, and he is also dressed in strange clothes at the moment.

"Everyone, do you know what other names this old man has?" Wei Changli suddenly asked, "You can say it boldly."

Someone stood up, bowed to Wei Changli and said
"I heard from several elders in the city that you are a prodigal son"

"Some people call you Wei Ruanruan"

"Wei Gongyang!"

Each one has a variety of names, Wei Changli also laughed, how could he blame the cute children in his eyes because of a single name.

"This is all later. In fact, when I was young, because of my absurd behavior, I was nicknamed Nanling Wine Robber."

"I'm very pleased that the Wenfu didn't train everyone to be uniform scribes, but let your life have its own splendor," Wei Changli said with a smile.

"I wanted to teach you a lesson on a whim today. Among you, there are inner-dormitory students who are known as geniuses in various places, and there are mediocre talented outer-dormitory students. Give up your life.

It's hard to speak to everyone, so today I won't talk about painting skills or cultivation methods, but only about scribes! "

Wei Changli directly asked his own question.

"Who will answer, what is a scribe!"

"Scholars are students who study in Wenfu," someone replied.

Wei Changli shook his head.

"Scholars are people who are enlightened in the three ways of calligraphy, painting, and poetry," was also answered.

Wei Changli shook his head again.

"Lu Jing, you are a descendant of a famous family, and you are also the arrogance of the Wenfu, why don't you talk about it?"

Lu Jing got up and saluted before talking freely.

"I think it is a bit biased and narrow to define a scribe by whether he has studied in the Wenfu, or whether he has enlightenment in calligraphy, painting, and Fu.

I once heard my grandfather say that if one has the core of a scribe and agrees with the philosophy of the Wenfu, no matter how old or young or enlightened, one can be said to be a scribe in a broad sense. "

"Okay, well said." Wei Changli applauded.

"What I want to talk about today is the core of the scribes and the creed that the Wenfu abides by."

"Before the Eight Houses, there was an era of ignorance, and chaos and ignorance were the theme of that era, but in order to end Mengmei, some wise men began to wake up and began to think about how people should survive.

The sages of the Confucian government realized a ritual, if everyone knows the ritual and acts according to the ritual, there will be order.

The sages of Tianxin Mansion realized the idea of ​​doing nothing, everyone doing nothing, and the world will be at peace.

The sages of the Wufu realized a prestige, suppressed violence with violence, and made everyone submit to the prestige, so that they dare not have delusional thoughts when they are afraid.

There are many other schools, but the sages of our Wenfu, what they have learned is the most special.

Because the perception of scribes does not come from people, but from the mountains, rivers, heaven and earth.

We praise the infinity of the sky with poems, record the majesty of mountains with words, and preach the waves of the sea with paintings.

Therefore, a true literati never confines himself to one place, and pursues the beauty of various places all his life, just like my brother Lu Daoxuan traveled all over the world to paint, and achieved the reputation of "everything must be exhausted". This is also the root of literati's pursuit of freedom.

However, the North Mountain is strong while the South Mountain is beautiful, the East Sea is broad and the North Sea is evil. From this, we know that everything in the world is different, but how can the beauty of the world be the same?

The scenery of the four seasons is different, the places in the four directions are different, there is no distinction between superior and inferior, and the situation is a miracle of good fortune.

The real scribes have a heart like the sky and the earth, so we have the tolerant mind of our scribes to contain everything. "

"When you entered the Wenfu, there were three stone walls in front of the Shanshui pen holder, on which were written the mottos left by the past masters of the Wenfu to the Wenfu students to govern the world and cultivate themselves.

Wen Zhenggong, the head of the first generation of the palace, said, "The ancient sages all made great contributions to the world, and it is appropriate to respect them. However, the ancients have been the same as the ancients, and I am myself."

Xiaoyao Gong said, "Don't be a slave to the ancient sages, don't be a slave to the world, don't be a slave to circumstances, and don't be a slave to lust."Not afraid of the destiny, not afraid of the adults, not afraid of the words of the sages'.

The things I left behind are "Stand tall and seven feet in the world, the world is small, but I am the big one".

What these three proverbs hope is that you will follow the law of the past and the present, but follow the world and live out yourself. "

All the people thought deeply without saying a word. The freedom they once thought was to say what they wanted, regardless of whether it was rebellious or not; to do what they wanted, no matter whether it was absurd or not.

When Wei Changli dissected the core of the scribes, they realized that what they were pursuing might have gone astray.

Taking the alternative as a style, and the absurd as a celebrity, this has become the alternative in the mouths of other schools.

Wei Changli's words sounded like an alarm bell in everyone's minds, and they were thought-provoking, but what he said next made all the old scribes feel that he was crazy.

"The freedom you really want to pursue is not in Wenfu; the tolerance you really want to pursue is not in Wenfu; the way you really want to learn is also not in Wenfu.

They are hidden in famous mountains and hidden in great rivers, and now the true Tao of scribes is calling for you, waiting for you to dig them out.

Go, become a real scribe, and become like the sages of the Wenfu who were buried in Dudong. The Wenfu may be reborn because of you! "

Wei Changli's voice was like a bell, and with a word, the entire Wenfu was in a panic.

"From today onwards, all the secret methods will be publicized to all sacrifices, and the Wenfu will be closed!"

Everyone in Qingdu knew that Wei Changli was a maverick, but they didn't expect his words to surprise the world.

Closing the mansion, this is something that has never happened in the entire history of the eight mansions.

Compared with the worries of those old scribes, the students of the Wenfu were very excited.

They came to Wenfu to practice, the biggest purpose is the secret method accumulated by Wenfu a few years ago, and becoming a real scholar like Lu Daoxuan is even more attractive to them. Wei Changli's few words ignited everyone's enthusiasm and ambition.

"Wei Changli, what are you doing..."

Zhong Qingli is an old painter in Qingdu, and he came to dress up when he learned that Wei Changli was going to give a lecture, but he didn't expect to hear such shocking words.

Zhong Qingli didn't care whether calling him by his first name would offend the dignity of the Palace Master. He only knew that if he didn't stop it, the Wen Mansion's thousands of years of foundation might be ruined.

"Master Wei, what are you doing?"

Fu Baoshan was also full of doubts. In his opinion, Wei Changli was the most talented and broad-minded one among the three generations of palace masters, but he still couldn't understand such an approach. Could this be suicidal?

A group of veteran painters gathered in front of Wei Changli, even as if they were forcing the palace.

"We know that the Wenfu may face a big crisis, not to mention that our Wenfu's millennium heritage is still there, even if we lose, it will definitely not be like this."

"If you do this, won't you destroy the Wen Mansion before the crisis breaks out?"

"Rebirth or destruction is actually just a matter of thought," Wei Changli said.

"Before fighting the enemy, cut off your hands first, Wei Changli, you are Wei Changli, why would you do such a stupid thing?" Another old scribe said bitterly.

"Where is Yan Jiaozheng? Today, whether you treat us as coercion or rebellion, you have to take back your life." Zhong Qingli was the most forceful.

Yan Jiaozheng's seniority is even higher than that of Wei Changli, and now only Yan Jiaozheng can organize the closure of the Wenfu.

Yan Jiaozheng also noticed the turmoil here, and his figure fell under Wen Gong Liu.

"Yan Jiaozheng, stop Lord Wei quickly, he is going crazy"

No matter how anxious they were, Wei Changli was as stable as Mount Tai, and there was no expression on his face.

"Yan Ji, support Master Wei's decision"

(End of this chapter)