Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 610: Seventh Rank Scribe
The Holy City of Books.

It is located at the border of Zheng, Wei and Song.

It is like the holy city of Qin, without walls and without the need for walls.

In fact, none of the four holy cities of music, chess, calligraphy and painting have city walls, mainly because they do not need them. For the four, it does not matter whether they have city walls or not.

If a person or country could capture the four holy cities, even the city walls would not be able to stop them.

If not, the city cannot be conquered even without the walls.

Moreover, the literati in the Zhou Dynasty all have close ties with the four holy cities, and even those outside the Zhou Dynasty are no exception.

Feng Qingyan's ox cart drove out of Lai State, passed through Qi State and went south to Lu State.

The ox cart did not stop in Lu State, but drove towards Song State in the southwest, and then headed west after entering Song State.

The holy city of the book is located to the north of Wei, to the east of Song, and to the west of Zheng, right at the border of the three kingdoms. To the north of Wei is Jin, to the west of Zheng is Zhou, and to the south of several small kingdoms is Qingshan.

Just a dozen days later, in early September, the ox cart entered the territory of the book city.

The book city does not belong to any country.

Although it only covers an area of ​​100 miles, it is home to millions of people, and hundreds of thousands of scholars, comparable to the Confucian city of Lu...

Before the oxcart entered the book city, one could see tall steles with inscriptions on them in the distance, standing in an orderly manner on the ground, exuding a literary aura that was either light, thick, or majestic.

What's more, from the stele, ink characters like elves flew out and danced around the stele.

In the dark night.

Qing Mang pulled the cart quickly while looking up.

I saw the inscribed monument bursting out with dazzling white light, the inscribed monument roaring like a beast, the inscribed monument stirring up surging rivers, the inscribed monument emitting pieces of golden light...

Qing Mang was shocked at the first sight.

"Your Majesty, please look at those inscriptions."

Qing Mang said hurriedly, slowing down unconsciously.

Feng Qingyan, who was resting with his eyes closed in the ox cart, opened his eyes and lifted the curtain when he heard the words. He was amazed to see the stele with countless strange words in the dark night.

At this time, he finally understood why the four cities of music, chess, calligraphy and painting were also called the four holy cities.

He got off the cart and stood staring.

After a while, he walked towards the Book City, looking at the stele with strange visions. Although he couldn't see the words on the stele clearly at this moment, he could feel the horror of the words...

He walked up quickly.

Qing Mang followed behind, also watching curiously.

But in just a moment, the ox cart entered the territory of the book city, and saw many farmhouses built under the stele.

"Hey, that's strange. These farmhouses seem to have been built not long ago." Qing Mang was very surprised. Seeing that there were many farmhouses under the towering stele, which greatly affected the appearance, he said: "Wouldn't this pollute the stele? Isn't cleanliness a requirement of this book? Why would the Book City allow people to build farmhouses here?"

Qing Mang was a little confused.

“Although calligraphy is noble, human life is more noble.” Feng Qingyan said calmly, “When the devil night comes, only the light of all ranks can resist it, and the light bursting out from the stele can naturally resist the devil night.”

"Oh I got it."

Qing Mang nodded, and he had a good impression of the book city. He said, "This book city is great. It can even allow ordinary people to live under the inscriptions..."

Feng Qingyan nodded, then walked to a three-meter-tall stele with inscriptions on it and began to examine it carefully.

In his observation.

It seems that the bigger the stele is, the higher the level of calligraphy it contains, and only those at the calligraphy level can erect a stele.

The inscriptions on the steles he had seen so far mainly included the one-zhang steles, the three-zhang steles and the ten-zhang steles.

A stele with words of one zhang in length is mostly a realm of calligraphy appraiser, a stele with words of three zhang in length is mostly a realm of calligraphy master, and a stele with words of ten zhang in length is a realm of calligraphy king.

Of course there are exceptions.

For example, in a stele of ten feet long, there is the Lord of Calligraphy and even the King of Calligraphy.

In the outer area of ​​the book city, the main ones are 10-foot-long steles, in the middle area, the main ones are 30-foot-long steles, and in the inner area, the main ones are 10-foot-long steles. Of course, there are exceptions.

For example, Feng Qingyan is now outside the book city, but he is standing in front of the three-meter-long stele.

This stele was left by a calligrapher. A seemingly dazzling but actually soft white light burst out from the stele, and ink characters floated out like elves, dancing around the stele.

Feng Qingyan was observing.

He couldn't control his right index finger and began to copy the calligraphy on the stele.

His speed increased, and in the end, he turned into a shadow, with a faint white light emerging...

Although Feng Qingyan did not practice calligraphy deliberately, he had already mastered it.

of course.

He is still a ninth-rank scribe.

Although the four paths of music, chess, calligraphy and painting are divided into the same realm as the holy path.

However, the ninth, eighth, and seventh grades in the four arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting are all called scholars, rather than the literary children, literary students, and literary talents of the holy way.

Those of the sixth and fifth ranks are both called teachers.

this means.

The power of the four arts of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, which are of the ninth rank, almost reaches the power of the literati realm of the holy way.
Before the creation of the sacred art "Sitting and Discussing the Dao" during the canonization, the ninth, eighth, and seventh grades of the sacred Dao had no power. Even with the "Sitting and Discussing the Dao" now, which makes the ninth, eighth, and seventh grades of the sacred Dao very powerful, they are still inferior to the four arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

And this is also the reason why the four holy cities do not need city walls.

And at this time.

The speed of Feng Qingyan's right hand was as fast as a piece of light, and Qing Mang was dumbfounded when he saw it.

After a while, he walked to a stele with ten feet of characters on it, looked at it for a while, and then began to copy it. He kept looking at or copying the characters on each stele.

When midnight comes, the devilish night falls.

His calligraphy went from ninth grade to eighth grade...

Huhu——

at this time.

Each and every steles burst out with dazzling white light, like pillars of heaven, supporting the coming of the devilish night.

Feng Qingyan came back to his senses from copying, looked up at the night sky, and also at the stele.

After a moment, he bowed respectfully to the stele.

Qing Mang saw the emperor saluting, and also saluted towards the inscription...

The inscription stele has protected millions of people in the Book City, and it is indeed worthy of a gift from Feng Qingyan.

At this time, he looked at or copied it carefully again. In fact, there are not only steles with inscriptions on the earth, but also many walls and rocks with inscriptions.

Most of them were left by the author of the book, but quite a few were actually left by the book master.

E.g.

On a withered tree next to the stele, Qin Shujun left his writings. The writings were full of life, and actually brought a glimmer of life to the withered tree...

Feng Qingyan was secretly amazed.

Perhaps within a few days, this withered tree will be able to come back to life.

At this moment, he was almost completely intoxicated by the inscriptions on the stele, or more precisely, by the sea of ​​ink. It seemed that every word here could give him great inspiration and benefit him greatly from calligraphy.

Especially the three-meter-long stele.

Before I knew it, the whole night had passed in copying.

When the cock crowed, Feng Qingyan had quietly broken through again and entered the realm of a seventh-grade scholar.

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(End of this chapter)