Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 61: Paper Talk (Please recommend)
The world in the painting is not big, only about two or three miles.

There is a small lake in the center, surrounded by lawns or hills, with pavilions and towers scattered around...

It is called a library, but it is more appropriate to call it a small secret realm.

Feng Qingyan didn’t know whether the painting connected to the small secret realm, or the painting turned into the small secret realm.

However, he prefers to turn the painting into a small secret realm, because the Master of Painting possesses the power to transform decay into magic and can turn illusion into reality.

He did not continue to explore, but browsed the bookshelves in the secret realm.

In addition to the Confucian classics, history, and collections, the bookshelf also contains collections of most of the theories of various schools, such as Taoism, Legalism, Mohism, School of Names, School of Medicine, School of Military Science, School of Agriculture, School of Diplomacy, School of Yin and Yang, School of Calendarism, School of Geomancers, School of Alchemy, School of I Ching, novelists, and metalworkers, etc.

Feng Qingyan read as he walked, without flipping through the pages rashly.

Wen Palace?

After a while, he saw a bookshelf that was dedicated to the Wen Palace, and he was secretly delighted. He knew very little about the Wen Palace. Dean An did not tell him what the Wen Palace was, and he was not in a position to ask other students too much about it.

This bookshelf is just the right thing to help him supplement his knowledge in this area.

When he stepped forward and was about to pull out a book, his hand suddenly retracted as if he had been electrocuted.

Although Dean An did not tell him what the Wen Palace was, he had already told him the method to open it. As for why he only told him one method to open the Wen Palace, Feng Qingyan knew without thinking that the teacher had other intentions and there must be a reason for the teacher.

Master An is recognized as the best scholar under the Zhou Dynasty.

Within ten years, he will become a great scholar and even a great sage.

Moreover, with the realm of the Minister of Literature, he took away the position of the 81st Dean from the hands of the great Confucian scholars. What does this mean? It means that Dean An has already surpassed most of the great Confucian scholars. Otherwise, how could the world recognize him as the number one person under the great Confucian scholars?
Which of these famous students, such as Helian Shan, Zhou Chang, Yan Shan, Yu Yuan, Mei Lan, etc., did not come for Dean An?

Who doesn't want to be Master An's disciple?
If they hadn't come for Master An, why would they come to the academy ranked last in Confucianism? With their strength, how difficult would it be for them to enter Sanshang Academy or the top ten academies?

Even the top ten disciples have a chance to compete.

At this moment, Feng Qingyan frowned tightly, and countless thoughts about Wen Palace emerged in his mind, making it difficult for him to calm down for a while, and also making it difficult for him to resist the temptation of the bookshelf.

This thought was countless times stronger than absorbing all the literary energy in the library.

Too many distracting thoughts...

Feng Qingyan's breathing gradually became heavy, and then he quickly closed his eyes and calmed himself down.

After a few breaths, he turned and left, not daring to look back.

"One method is enough!"

After leaving Wen Palace's bookshelf, Feng Qingyan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He continued walking forward and saw bookshelves standing on several small hills at the deepest part.

On every hillside, there is a wooden sign with the word "skill", "art" or "method" written on it.

When Feng Qingyan was wondering what it meant, he saw the words "supernatural power" written on a wooden sign on the last small hill.

At this moment, he immediately understood what "skill", "art" and "method" meant.

This is probably the Confucian skills, Confucian arts, Confucian law, and the magical power of Confucianism.

Although he was quite curious, the Lianwen Palace had not yet been opened. What was the point of looking at it? Instead, his mind would be filled with distracting thoughts...

When reading the classics, history, and literature, the most important thing to avoid is distracting thoughts.

He took a look and left, returning to the most common bookshelf of classics, history, and miscellaneous books, took out the "Spring and Autumn Annals" and sat down in the pavilion next to it.

"Senior brother."

Yan Shan also held a thin book in his hand. After bowing slightly to Feng Qingyan, he sat down on the lawn outside the pavilion.

"Zi Zhong, come and sit in the pavilion." Feng Qingyan said.

"inconvenient."

Yan Shan shook his head and read the book with a sad face.

Feng Qingyan looked at Yan Shan in surprise, and then began to read the "Spring and Autumn Annals", which could help him understand the Zhou Dynasty very well. It began with the first generation of human kings and recorded countless spring and autumns in the Zhou Dynasty.

After a while, the sound of soldiers and horses woke Feng Qingyan up from his reading. But why were there sounds of soldiers and horses in the library?
While he was wondering, he saw thick fog rising on the lawn outside the pavilion, covering the surroundings.

The sound of killing soldiers came from the fog.

This is?

Feng Qingyan watched curiously. Could it be that Yan Shan was deducing his magical powers?
"Kill, kill, kill..."

Once again, the sound of killing soldiers was heard.

Unfortunately, the troops were unable to break out of the fog, and it seemed that Yan Shan had failed again.

After several times, Yan Shan stopped the deduction, and the fog on the lawn quickly receded, leaving Yan Shan sitting there with a pale face.

"Zi Zhong, are you okay?" Feng Qingyan asked with concern.

"Don't worry, brother. I'm fine."

Yan Shan said after taking a breath.

"Zi Zhong is deducing magical powers?" Feng Qingyan couldn't help but feel curious.

"How can we deduce divine power?"

Yan Shan shook his head, took a short break, and said, "I was just trying to deduce the military strategists' 'paper war', but unfortunately I still failed."

"On paper?"

Feng Qingyan blinked and asked, "Is this paper talk a skill, an art, or a method?"

"The method is a military method that can create an army of thousands. It is a very effective mass attack technique." Yan Shan said seriously, "If you practice it to a high level, one person can defeat an army of thousands, and one person can even defeat an entire country..."

When he heard about the massive army, Feng Qingyan no longer asked about the power, but he became more curious about the military strategists' "paper talk".

Then, he couldn't help but ask again: "Since it is a military strategy, then why?"

"I, a Confucian, borrowed it for use." Yan Shan said.

"..."

Feng Qingyan was stunned for a moment.

"Yanshan, you cannot practice magic, techniques, or supernatural powers in the library, or you might ruin the books." A teacher came over and said, "You can only practice magic outside..."

"Students know their mistakes."

Yan Shan quickly admitted his mistake.

At this time, Feng Qingyan found that there were more and more distracting thoughts in his mind, making it difficult to concentrate on reading, so he simply left the library.

It is not appropriate to enter the library before the Wen Palace is opened...

Feng Qingyan decided to come to the library less often before the Wen Palace was opened, otherwise he would not be able to calm down. When he came out of the library, a group of students surrounded him, as if asking about the world in the painting.

Feng Qingyan gave a brief account, causing the students to exclaim in surprise and seem even more expectant.

"Qingyan, don't forget the apprenticeship ceremony at the beginning of the You hour. Many Confucian scholars will come to watch the ceremony." The old teacher reminded that when the dean of the 81st Academy accepts a disciple, it is natural to announce it to the world and hold a grand apprenticeship ceremony.

“How could a student forget?”

Feng Qingyan smiled and said, then left the library.

Soon it was almost the evening hour, Feng Qingyan changed into his Confucian robes, tidied up his clothes and headed for the main hall of the academy. As for the things needed to become a disciple, the gatekeeper had already prepared them for him and Yan Shan.

The apprenticeship ceremony was held in the main hall of the academy.

Those who came to watch the ceremony included not only the teachers, instructors, and students of the academy, but also dignitaries from various vassal states, as well as Confucian scholars and great figures.

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