Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 168: Once you leave Yongtianzhou, you can make your words come true and your words can be as powerful as thunder, right?

Right in front of the old man, the shadow of a wild bull condensed around the originally dull Zhou Ru. He growled softly and threw a punch towards Zhang Yuan's fist.

The two bulls collided, fists and feet flying.

Zhou Ru, who used to practice boxing clumsily in the courtyard, was now like a calf fighting for its life, with each punch and each move being brave and fierce.

After several rounds, Zhang Yuan took a step back, leaving Zhou Ru still in the same place, punching him one by one, and the shadow of the bull surged.

After walking three times, Zhou Ru finally stopped, panting and sweating.

Beside the wooden table, the old man narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhang Yuan who was standing in front of Zhou Ru.

At first, he thought Zhang Yuan was just an ordinary martial arts student.

When Zhang Yuan tried to get Zhou Ru to practice boxing, he already felt something was wrong.

Zhang Yuan's boxing skills have been cultivated to a very high level, and his cultivation level is at least at the innate realm.

Is there anyone in martial arts who is so young and at the innate realm?
Not only is he young, but his boxing skills have also reached such a high level.

"Are you one of the students among the military officers being trained this time?" the old man asked.

Zhang Yuan turned around and nodded, "Yes."

The old man knew about the training of military officers.

Although this time it is given more attention because there is an additional territory in the northwest, many people want to take up a job there, but after all they are all low-level military officers, and there are very few warriors at the innate level.

The Zhang Shijiu in front of him is probably the top figure among them.

"Grandpa Ji, how is my boxing?"

Zhou Ru's voice sounded, with a bit of joy and a bit of anticipation.

The old man smiled and nodded.

At the age of thirteen or fourteen, he was able to condense his fist into a form. This kind of ability is truly a rare talent.

He was also happy to see that Zhou Ru had such ability.

"You use the artistic conception of boxing to guide him, and use your mind to guide his mind. It just so happens that he is very compatible with this Bull Fist, isn't it?" The old man looked at Zhang Yuan again and asked.

"Yes." Zhang Yuan replied.

There is no need to explain too much about things like Buddhist supernatural powers.

After a pause, the old man said, "Zhou boy, I'll draw a picture. If you feel that your boxing skills are not good enough, just look at this picture."

As he spoke, he replaced the paper in front of him with new paper, dipped it in ink again, and mixed the colors.

If you can’t practice boxing well, just look at the pictures?
Zhang Yuan and Zhou Ru walked to the wooden table and watched the old man writing. On the paper, the figure of a wild bull with its horns raised to the sky slowly appeared.

Staring at the wild bull, Zhou Ru clenched his fists and felt as if he had turned into a bull, roaring to the sky, trying to break free from all restraints.

However, there was a hint of surprise in Zhang Yuan's eyes.

The meaning of Tao.

This brushwork and this painting clearly contain an artistic conception that is inspiring.

It has the same effect as the Spring Mountain Painting in my hand.

Is this the Confucian and Taoist method?
Wang Mengxi's "Spring Mountain" is a landscape scroll, and the picture of the wild bull in front of him is a freehand brushwork, with the outlines and smears showing the wild bull's momentum.

Zhang Yuan's eyes were shining, and a bead of understanding shattered in his mind, and he memorized the old man's painting strokes carefully.

After the old man finished painting, Zhang Yuan discovered that some parts of the painting could have been more lively and unrestrained, but the artistic conception was deliberately hidden and restrained.

"What did you see?"

The old man turned and looked at Zhang Yuan.

When he was painting just now, he already felt that Zhang Yuan's gaze was different.

"Old gentleman, are you afraid that the artistic conception in the picture is too strong and will affect Zhou Ru's state of mind in cultivation, so you deliberately suppressed it a little?" Zhang Yuan asked softly.

There was a gleam in the old man's eyes. He didn't expect that Zhang Yuan could actually see the artistic conception of his painting.

Without extremely profound research on painting and a certain level of Confucian and Taoist practice, it is not easy to clearly see the levels of artistic conception in his paintings.

Looking at Zhang Yuan, the old man said, "Your surname is Zhang, and are you from Mr. Hengqu's family?"

Mr. Zhang Zai of Hengqu was famous throughout the world for "establishing a mind for heaven and earth". Even Zhang Yuan knew the name of this great scholar.

"I was born in Luyang Prefecture, so I'm not from the same family as Mr. Hengqu." Zhang Yuan shook his head.

"Luyang Mansion..." the old man whispered, looking at Zhang Yuan, "Do you have any research on painting?"

Research?

Zhang Yuan pondered for a moment and said softly, "I understand a little bit."

"Okay, next time you come, bring your paintings and we'll discuss and exchange ideas together." The old man wrote his signature on the scroll on the table, and then handed the painting of the wild bull, whose ink had already dried on the table, to Zhou Ru.

Zhang Yuan saw the name left by the old man, Ji Yuntang.

Of course he knew this person's name.

Ji Xun, whose courtesy name was Yuntang, was a military officer at the Zhengyang County Military Academy. He was currently serving as a sacrificial student at the school. He was a famous calligrapher and painter in the county.

No wonder his calligraphy and paintings are full of Taoist meaning.

"Don't let outsiders see this painting. It's a secret between you and me." Ji Yuntang said.

Zhou Ru nodded hurriedly.

After receiving the painting, Zhang Yuan and Zhou Ru did not stay in the courtyard for long. They bowed and said goodbye. Ji Yuntang saw them out and watched them leave.

"A person like this should be extremely famous among the younger generation..."

Ji Yuntang whispered softly.

He turned his head and saw Zuo Qiuren walking towards him on the other side of the path, holding a scroll under his arm and smiling.

"I thought you were gone."

"Even if you're gone, I'll still be here." "Who knows? Anyway, my old bones are still strong."

"Strong? Why don't we go to the Osmanthus Boat tonight and see who can't get out of bed tomorrow morning."

"I'm afraid you won't be able to go to bed tonight..."

The two old men walked into the courtyard with a smile, and Zuoqiu Ren proudly unfolded the scroll he brought with him.

"Let me show you how my skills have improved over the past few years on Yuntai Mountain."

……

Zuo Qiuren stayed in Ji Yuntang's courtyard for half an hour before coming out.

After seeing him off to the door, the old man Ji Yuntang sighed, "If there really is someone like you said, someone who can paint in the style of Mengxi, please bring me to see him."

"Among our generation, Mengxi's talent is the best."

"If he were alive, he would be a master of Confucianism and Taoism, and it would be easy for him to enter Taoism through Confucianism."

Zuo Qiuren said that he saw someone's painting of spring mountains with the style and shadow of Wang Mengxi, and Ji Yuntang was also very curious.

Zuoqiu Ren nodded and said softly, "If I meet that person, I will definitely tell you."

"In the art of painting, you are the closest to Mengxi."

Zuoqiu Ren paused at this point and looked at Ji Yuntang: "Brother Yun, you have been a Taoist for almost twenty years, right? Is it really impossible for Confucianism and Legalism to show their sainthood in Yongtian Continent?"

The Qin Dynasty is based on martial arts, but in fact, one can also enter the Confucian and Taoist ways and become a master.

However, the methods of the Confucian and Taoist masters seem to be far less powerful than those of martial arts, so they are not well-known and are ignored.

Showing your wisdom in front of others is the right path in the world.

Confucianism and Taoism cannot show their saintliness, and ultimately cannot compete with the powerful laws of the world.

"Alas, it's difficult to enter the Dao on Yongtian Island, and it's even more difficult to manifest the Dao..." Ji Yuntang shook his head, a gleam of brilliance in his eyes, "When I went to Qingtian Island, I used the Dao of Painting to draw the power of heaven and earth. With a single stroke, I created mountains and rivers. Those immortal practitioners were nothing but chickens and pottery dogs in front of me—"

Looking at Zuoqiu Ren, he whispered, "Once you leave Yongtian Continent, you can also speak laws and make thunder with your words, right?"

Zuoqiu Ren nodded.

The feeling of being able to move the world with just one word is what a true master does.

The great Dao of Yongtianzhou is forbidden, and Confucianism and Taoism have too few means to display.

Although both are masters, the power of the Confucian and Taoist masters is very limited.

"The Great Qin has accumulated a hundred thousand years of heritage, solidifying it step by step, honing itself with the help of immortals and demons. It will eventually go beyond the Great Wall and compete with all the other paths." Zuoqiu Ren's face was solemn.

"The immortals and demons sealed off Yongtianzhou. The ancestors of the Great Qin Dynasty sacrificed their lives to mend the sky and protect the younger generations. The backbone of our human race has never been broken."

Zuoqiu Ren's words were filled with firmness and respect.

Only when you reach his level can you see more of the world.

"Brother Yun, it is said that the imperial city's official examination this time is for the Qin Dynasty to select elite officials. It intends to attack the Wei Dynasty in the eastern border. The Eastern Wei Dynasty started with the magic way. Our Confucianism can really restrain the magic way. Brother Yun, why don't you go to the eastern border to take a look?" Zuo Qiuren smiled a little more.

"I will go to the Eastern Territory." Ji Yuntang whispered, "Let's not talk about making great achievements, just the beauty of the mountains and rivers of Eastern Wei, I want to go and see it."

Hearing his words, Zuoqiu Ren laughed, bowed, and said, "I have to go teach the students in the training class this afternoon, so I'll be leaving first."

"I'm just curious, why did you agree to come to the martial arts class?" Ji Yuntang showed some confusion on his face.

Zuoqiu Ren laughed heartily, did not answer, turned around and left along the path.

Ji Yuntang watched him leave, and suddenly thought of something, and said, "There's a guy named Zhang Shijiu in your school who's a little special."

Zuo Qiuren paused, turned around and said, "How rare! Ji Yuntang knows how to use the backdoor?"

Ji Yuntang smiled, shook his head and waved his hand.

……

In the afternoon, Zhang Yuan returned to the school and found that all the students were already there.

Not only were there the students who had been trained before, but there were actually many more people in the school at this time.

"In the afternoon, there will be Mr. Zuo Qiu's classes, including martial arts and county studies. Many people with connections in the city will also come to attend the class."

"That's right. Mr. Zuoqiu hasn't given a lecture in many years. This opportunity is so rare."

There was a lot of noise in the classroom.

"Sir is here."

For a moment, there was silence.

Military officer Lu Renyi carefully led the Confucian scholar, who was wearing a Confucian robe, a long beard and a scarf, into the school.

Lu Renyi handed the list of students to be trained to Zuo Qiuren, and then gave a brief introduction.

Master Gu and the others all looked excited and bowed in greeting.

Zuoqiu Ren nodded slightly.

They were already extremely happy that Mr. Yuntai could give them a smile.

"Hey, you haven't met me before, have you?"

Hu Tang, who was standing beside Zhang Yuan, lowered his voice and turned to ask.

Hong Yang on the side also looked over curiously.

Zhang Yuan shook his head: "No."

Hu Tang breathed a sigh of relief.

Hong Yang grinned.

"Which one is Zhang Nineteen?"

In front, Zuo Qiuren, holding a page in his hand, glanced slowly over and spoke.

(End of this chapter)