Confucian Cultivator Under One Person

Wang Ai's cheeks were trembling, and he was unsteady on his feet. He sat down on the armchair and looked at Fu Yuan in disbelief.

Fu Yuan was quite excited, muttering something to himself. Finally, he suddenly drew his sword and pointed it towards the sky. Using the sword as a brush, his righteous spirit as ink, and the sky as a backdrop, he began to paint:

"thunder!"

The white font was suspended in the void. In the eyes of everyone, it was not just a word, but a bolt of lightning that kept flashing back and forth, a bolt of lightning with perfect form, spirit and meaning!

Immediately afterwards, the word "thunder" turned into a brilliant thunder that fell from the sky and wrapped around the sword. Under the flash of lightning, Fu Yuan was like a god, waving his hand and the sword fell.

"Zizzi-"

Amid the harsh sound of electric current, everyone felt a flash before their eyes, and was blinded by the flash of lightning, and a huge "boom--" sound came to their ears.

When his vision returned, he saw that the tip of Fu Yuan's sword was pointing at a dark irregular groove, which passed by Wang Ai's armchair and narrowly avoided Wang Ai.

Looking along the ravine, I found that the house that originally stood behind me had collapsed into a pile of ruins.

Fu Yuan sheathed his sword and couldn't help but burst into laughter. He laughed heartily: "Wang family's divine turban, it will be mine from now on!"

The joy in my heart is beyond words.

Although Fu Yuan was able to write with a sense of righteousness in the past, in essence, it was only a sense of "righteousness" that was at work. No matter what he wrote, it was only "intention" that was at work.

But the Wang family's divine paint not only has "meaning", but also has specific "shape" and "spirit".

The body and soul do not change with the world, the sun, moon and sky all turn into the sword!

With the "form" and "spirit" of the Wang family's divine painting, the "infinite changes" of the Liuyun Sword, and the "greatest and strongest intention" of the righteous spirit, Fu Yuan's Confucian magical powers are truly complete.

It has "form", "spirit" and "meaning", as well as "myriad changes", this is a complete world!

The world of the heart!

After laughing, Fu Yuan looked at Wang Ai.

Wang Ai's face trembled, and he said in a terrified tone, "I give up! The engagement is off!"

Fu Yuan raised his sword, smiled, and said, "Thank you!"

I don’t know whether it was because Xie Wangai took back the engagement or because of the magical power of Shen Tu in Xie Wang’s family.

She waved to Fu Rong and said, "Sister, let's go."

As for his parents, they no longer have anything to do with each other.

Fu Rong's face was full of pride and ecstasy. She sheathed the knife, held her head high, and quickly followed her parents, pulling them along who were completely stunned.

……

"Tan Yutong, help me find a Chinese painting master. I want to learn painting!"

After hanging up the phone, Fu Yuan looked at Fu Rong who was chasing after him, and before she could speak, he said, "Sister, please read the Book of Changes more often in the future. Your sword energy is too rigid. The "Yi" in the Book of Changes means changeable!

Not only the weather, but everything in the heaven and earth, the universe, and everything are constantly changing. This is the "Yi".

But above this, there is the unchanging "Yi". Everything is constantly changing, but this concept is eternal and unchanging.

To remain unchanged, yet to be able to adapt to all changes, this is the essence of the Liuyun Sword!"

After finishing speaking, Fu Yuan waved his hand and said, "That's all I have to say. See you again someday. I'm going to study!"

He raised his foot and landed dozens of meters away, each step flashing.

After a few steps, Fu Yuan disappeared from sight.

Fu Rong felt lost.

Father Fu said tremblingly: "He...he..."

Fu Rong turned her head and glanced at him, saying, "Although my brother doesn't have the talent to become an extraordinary person, he has found a way for himself with his own wisdom... Among all the extraordinary people in the world today, who can compare to him?

Well, I'm leaving too, you can go back by yourselves."

The remaining couple looked at each other and could see each other's burning regret.

What on earth were they doing? All their previous petty intrigues and despicable deeds turned into the biggest joke at this moment, like slaps in their faces.

The two people, disheartened and having lost all their spirit, suddenly looked much older.

Chapter 45: Day and night

In the five thousand years of history and culture, if we talk about sages and wise men, they are none other than Laozi, Zhuangzi, Confucius and Mencius.

Lu Xun once said that among the pre-Qin philosophers, Zhuangzi was the best.

Some people think that Zhuangzi's articles are easy to understand, but as their knowledge and understanding increase, they will find that Zhuangzi's articles are actually the most obscure and difficult to understand!

Whenever you have a new understanding, you can always find confirmation from Zhuangzi's various parables. Only then will you realize that you have never been able to understand Zhuangzi before...

……

More than a year has passed since Fu Yuan and the Wang family started learning Chinese painting.

Over the past year, Fu Yuan basically cut off all communication with the outside world and devoted himself to learning painting. He was sincere and upright, and made rapid progress.

On this day, Tan Yutong parked the car in front of the villa, picked up her bag, and opened the gate of the villa...

Then she closed it again, looking blankly at the sky, then looking around. Yes, this is the city, but...

Tan Yutong opened the door of the villa again in disbelief. Inside the door was no interior decoration, but another natural world!

It was noon outside, with heavy traffic, but inside it was already dusk...

The sun sets and the sky turns golden. At dusk by the lake, the sky and water are the same color, as if the edge of the world has become blurred.

On the lake, water birds danced gracefully in the afterglow, their wings reflecting light, and the weeping willows by the lake swayed gracefully and rustled in the wind.

The grass by the lake is green like emerald, stretching into the distance and merging with the sky. The air is filled with a fresh scent.

The mountains in the distance are like a huge green barrier, firmly guarding this quiet scenery. It is like a splash-ink landscape painting that makes people intoxicated.

Only after seeing Fu Yuan under the pavilion by the lake did Tan Yutong breathe a sigh of relief, closed the door, and walked into this world.

It was so real. She could feel the gentle breeze, hear the flapping of water birds' wings, see the setting sun, and smell the fragrance of green grass...

So beautiful!

Tan Yutong walked to the pavilion in amazement and came to Fu Yuan. Just as she was about to speak, she followed his gaze and saw a stunning painting...

A goddess is dancing by the lake!

People with little education can only see a goddess who is as beautiful as a fairy dancing gracefully.

But Tan Yutong had some cultural background, and she blurted out subconsciously: "Its figure is as graceful as a startled swan, as gentle as a flying dragon. It is as glorious as an autumn chrysanthemum, as luxuriant as a spring pine. It is as if a light cloud covers the moon, and it flutters like snowflakes blown by a wind. From afar, it is as bright as the sun rising in the morning glow; from close up, it is as bright as a lotus emerging from the emerald water. Its slenderness is just right, and its height is just right. Its shoulders are as if carved, and its waist is as slender as a willow..."

She recited "The Goddess of Luo River".

Fu Yuan admired it and said, "I've read The Goddess of Luo River over a hundred times. My understanding of the Goddess of Luo River is pretty good, right?"

Tan Yutong's eyes were filled with amazement as she praised, "The daughter of the Goddess of Luo River is no more than this!"

After the dance was over, Fu Yuan knocked on the table in front of him with his fingers.

The entire world seemed to be reversing time, shrinking rapidly, and finally falling onto the scroll on the table, transforming into a painting. The painting was the world just now, including the goddess by the lake and the water birds on the lake, all still clearly visible.

The two returned to the real villa. Fu Yuan was sitting at the desk with a paintbrush in his hand, as if he had just finished painting.

Tan Yutong stood beside him, exclaiming in amazement, "In the legend of the Conferred Gods, there's a magical weapon called the Mountain, River, and State Map. I guess it's something like you, right? Have you become an immortal?"

Fu Yuan gave him a strange look and said, "It's just a world in a painting. In 'Liao Zhai', Tang Bohu also got a world in a painting, and there was Yang Guifei in it. Tang Bohu's good friend Zhu Zhishan even entered the painting and spent several days with Yang Guifei..."

"To comprehend the spirit of the subject being painted, and to express one's own ideas on paper, this is the Wang family's divine painting... no, it's the Confucian art of painting."

Tan Yutong's cheeks flushed slightly, her eyes watery. She bent down and pressed her body completely against Fu Yuan, whispering in his ear, "Form, spirit, intention, the spirit of the Goddess Luo, the Haoran intention... then whose form is it..."

Fu Yuan smiled but did not answer. He picked up his brush and added a stroke to the corner of the painting in front of him, drawing a full moon.

The tip of the pen trembled again within the full moon, and within the newly added full moon in the painting, a woman in flowing clothes was vaguely seen, flying out from the full moon...

Tan Yutong opened her mouth slightly, exclaimed in amazement, and said, "You're going to even invite Chang'e down... you really know how to have fun!"

Fu Yuan put down his pen with satisfaction and said, "I'm not a Taoist who believes in purity and abstinence, nor am I a Buddhist who believes in abstinence and abstinence. I'm a Confucian. Look through the history books and see which famous Confucian scholar in history didn't indulge in extravagance."

"I can't argue with you." Tan Yutong blew carefully on the ink on the painting and said, "I've inquired about it. In addition to 'Divine Painting', there is also a technique called 'Secret Painting'. They are two major branches of the painting art in the alien world... But 'Secret Painting' is said to have been lost. Anyway, I haven't heard of any alien who can do it."

Fu Yuan nodded and said, "If you don't have it, then don't worry. Find me a guqin teacher and a go teacher. I'll learn from them all. After studying for a long time, I might naturally understand them."

Tan Yutong agreed, opened the bag she had brought, and pulled out a smartphone. "I just changed my SIM card and I got two calls. One was from 'Uncle Xu' and the other was from 'Du Xiaozhai'... Who is this Du Xiaozhai? He has a really nice voice."

Fu Yuan took the phone, played with it, and said, "Do you want to know?"

Tan Yutong pursed her lips and pretended to be wronged, "Forget it, forget it. If I were in ancient times, I would just be a maidservant, not even as good as a concubine. How could I dare to inquire about the situation of the main room..."

No, I am not even worthy of being a maid in the first room. I can only be considered a concubine. It is better for me to earn money to support my own concubine...tsk tsk tsk..."

Fu Yuan ignored her sarcastic probing and asked, "What did they say on the phone?"

Tan Yutong restrained her emotions and said, "Du Xiaozhai was just greeting me casually and asked who I was. I told him that I was your adopted lover... Hehehe..."

"What about Uncle Xu?"

Tan Yutong's expression straightened, and he said, "He said he's sick and feels he won't live long. He wants to see you. I've saved the address in your phone."

Fu Yuan looked a little gloomy.

Tan Yutong put this news last because she was worried about Fu Yuan's mood. Seeing this, she consoled him, "Birth, aging, sickness and death are normal..."

Fu Yuan shook his head and said, "I'm not lamenting this... Uncle Xu is an extraordinary person. He has mastered the human body's magnetic field. If he can't prolong his life, he should at least die of old age."

Tan Yutong asked curiously, "How old is this Uncle Xu?"

Fu Yuan thought about it and said, "I don't know."

Tan Yutong: “…”

Fu Yuan explained, "I've only met Uncle Xu a few times, but he's done me a favor, yet he's never asked me to do anything for him. I've always owed him a favor, so I guess he wants me to do something this time... It's going to be tough!"

Tan Yutong said naturally: "It's difficult, why don't you just refuse?"

Fu Yuan smiled bitterly and said, "He's indebted to me, and it was a dying request. If I refuse, I'll always feel indebted to him. Even after his death, I won't be able to make amends, and my cultivation of righteousness will be impossible to improve... Do you know the saying 'one thing in the morning, another thing in the afternoon'?"

Tan Yutong nodded and said, "To describe someone who is fickle?"

Fu Yuan explained: "This is a story told by Zhuangzi. The gist is that a man raised a monkey and told it to eat three acorns in the morning and four in the evening. The monkey was furious, so the man told it to eat four acorns in the morning and three in the evening. The monkey was delighted.

Zhuangzi's "On the Equality of Things" says: "The name and reality are not lost, but joy and anger are used, and this is also the reason."