Mang Shusheng's Ink Painting Practice

Chapter 95 Public Execution
Zhao Yifu successfully used the "Danqingmen Internal Literary Meeting" to divert Wen Sheng's attention, and he finally calmed down.

At this time, Zhao Yifu was writing furiously, apparently writing an invitation letter.

Well, he was indeed writing an invitation, but this 'invitation' was addressed to his master.

He cannot educate his useless senior brother by himself, he must rely on the help of his master!

A moment later, a thousand paper cranes flew out of Zhao Yifu's room, dancing in the air, and then turned into a faint light and disappeared into the sky.

Zhao Yifu's cultivation has improved, and his ability to fold paper and send letters has also become better. Especially since this is a letter to his master, he naturally needs to find some creative ideas.

He felt that his master had already surpassed him in terms of form, so why not make some innovations in the content?
Anyway, he doesn't have any idol baggage, and his master knows exactly what level he is at, so he doesn't even consider whether his next move will be considered as "sensational"... So what if he is just sensational?
……

In the evening, the paper crane, which had flown for an incense stick of time, landed in a building of Molu Academy.

An old man looked up and saw it, and said to the others, "Is it Xiao Liang's apprentice who wrote to him again?"

"It's really enviable. Unlike elderly people like me who are lonely and have no one to show respect to us during the holidays, Xiao Liang is really good."

Another old man nearby said, "That's because Xiao Liang puts a lot of effort into teaching. He teaches every student patiently, which is why his students remember him so well."

The old man said earlier, "What's the point? Those guys were the most annoying when they were young. They lack talent but are still so stubborn... I want to see them get slapped in the face by reality."

Someone else said, "I'm sorry, but I heard that this junior who often writes to Xiao Liang doesn't have much talent."

The old man asked in surprise, "How can one get in even without talent?"

Others said, "Why not? That young man may not be good at playing the piano, chess, calligraphy, or painting, but he is quite good at practicing Qigong. He is truly devoted to the Dao."

"Look, Xiao Liang has never given up on any student. Now it's his turn to be rewarded, right?"

"And then there's the old Taoist Cangqiu. He's being pursued closely by a student who's finally accepted into his sect at the age of fifty. He brings game to him every now and then as a tribute. Don't be fooled by his pretentious appearance; he's actually quite happy."

The old man pondered for a moment, then hesitantly said, "Next time I'm a lecturer, should I also find a student who's not very bright but very cute to teach carefully?"

Practitioners have sharp ears and eyes, so the discussions outside naturally did not escape Liang Zhongzhi's ears.

The corners of his mouth curled up into a very happy arc, feeling that all his hard work had not been in vain.

Then, with joy, he opened the paper crane that flew towards him.

Then he fixed his eyes and said, "This... this is..."

I saw a picture scroll on the opened paper.

The scroll is divided into two parts. The upper part shows a literary gathering in the suburbs with wine flowing in a winding stream, while the lower half shows a scene in a courtyard.

There were two people in the courtyard. One of them wanted to go to the upper part of the literary scene with an eager expression, while the other was holding that person tightly.

Just as Liang Zhongzhi realized that the two people in the painting were Wen Sheng and Zhao Yifu, the young Zhao Yifu in the painting suddenly turned around. A cloud-shaped dialog box appeared next to him, and the words "Master, what should I do?" appeared.

Liang Zhongzhi was slightly stunned, then he showed a doting smile.

This disciple of his is really thoughtful.

How did he come up with this method to send a message?
Liang Zhongzhi suddenly realized that there was still information in the letter that had not been fully revealed, so he tapped the paper lightly.

Sure enough, the text in the dialog box changed to: [I have an idea, but I don't know if it will work.]

Liang Zhongzhi tapped the letter paper again, and the original picture immediately disappeared, replaced by a literary gathering plan.

It can’t really be called a plan, it’s just an idea.

Liang Zhongzhi watched with great interest, and then became more and more excited. He couldn't help but rub his hands together and cast a spell, performing multiple ink-splashing techniques at the same time to write more than a dozen letters.

The letters were quickly folded into paper cranes and released.

Zhao Yifu's idea was simple: Wen Sheng wanted to show off by holding a literary club, right? So, why not find some outstanding disciples of the same generation and have them teach Wen Sheng a lesson, so that he would understand the saying "there are always people who are better than you."

however……

Since Liang Zhongzhi saw such an interesting thing, how could he just call some juniors?

Of course it has to be super doubled!

Not only did he release so many paper cranes, he also came out to discuss things with the old men and women outside...

After hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up and the wrinkles on their faces opened up like dead trees coming back to life in spring.

……

It was already dark, and Zhao Yifu, who had not yet received a reply from his master, had a peaceful dinner.

He knew that if his master didn't reply in time, it meant that his spirit would leave his body and come to find him at night.

So he extended an invitation, "Brother Guanglong, Master should come to look for me tonight, so perhaps you could stay."

This is an opportunity for Wensheng to attend as an observer.

Wen Sheng was naturally pleased to hear this. He then asked, "By the way, I saw you writing letters before dinner. I wonder how long it will take for you to hear from me?"

Wensheng didn't go to the Chengwen meeting today and now he feels uncomfortable all over.

Zhao Yifu was speechless. Literary gatherings these days were actually like the 'parties' of later generations. No wonder people couldn't stop attending them.

To put it bluntly, Wen Sheng is a natural party animal and he feels terrible without a party to attend.

Zhao Yifu said, "Brother, you know I've only just started here. How could I possibly have the contact information of so many brothers?"

"So I wrote this letter during the day to ask Master for the contact information of all the current brothers and sisters, so that it would be convenient for me to contact them one by one."

Wen Sheng was quite disappointed when he heard this. He thought they had already entered the invitation stage, but it turned out that they were still in the preparation stage.

However, he still perked up and said, "I have the contact information of several senior brothers here. I'll give it to you."

"By the way, where are you planning to hold the literary gathering? We need to get ready."

He seemed to be getting more and more excited.

Zhao Yifu said, "I haven't thought about it yet, but since it's for the literary gathering hosted by Senior Brother, we should go to Senior Brother's house."

Wen Sheng shook his head repeatedly: "How can my home be suitable? There is limited space here and there is nothing good to see. Why not... I know a place to go, it must be..."

Before he could finish his words, Yiyi suddenly popped her head out from Zhao Yifu's sleeve and meowed loudly.

Although the voice was clear and not very fierce, it really scared people.

Zhao Yifu heard the sound and quickly said, "No, why is there something dirty nearby?"

Yiyi knew Liang Zhongzhi, so she would never scream if Liang Zhongzhi's Yin spirit came over.

But now the voice was full of vigilance, and must be unfamiliar and malicious.

He scanned the surroundings, his spiritual vision activated, but found nothing.

Looking at Yiyi again, she was also looking around but couldn't find her target, but all the cat hair on her back stood up and she looked very nervous.

Without a doubt, this is a being that can evade psychic vision...

Zhao Yifu immediately thought of the experiences he had faced along the way. Someone had been secretly watching him and wanted to make some kind of contact with him. He guessed that the person who wanted to contact him might be the mastermind behind the whole incident.

The other party wanted to see him probably because he took away the summoning picture.

So the question is, if the other party wants to see him, does he have to see him?

Although meeting him might help him understand who is stirring up trouble, Zhao Yifu felt that no matter what the purpose of the person behind the scenes was, what did it have to do with him?
Now the most important thing for him and his family is his imperial examination.

This will not change even if there is no one behind the scenes stirring up trouble.

Then there is no need for him to waste his energy on this matter, at least not before he completes the provincial examination and passes the imperial examination.

Besides, what's wrong with getting a painting from his own brother?
If they meet, he would even start fighting right away.

However, it is very annoying that the other party has sent ghosts here but cannot detect them.

However, Wen Sheng was surprised and said, "There are still dirty things trying to come to my place?"

"Don't worry, Junior Brother. I've set up a 'magic array' around this yard to confuse those mindless ghosts."

As he said that, he led Zhao Yi Fu to the side. After crossing a stone, Zhao Yi Fu saw a ghost in white clothes spinning in circles in his spiritual vision.

He was shocked and turned to look at Wen Sheng, as if he wanted to get to know this person all over again.

Wen Sheng finally looked at him with a look of pride. He said, "This 'Bewitching Divine Formation' was specially selected by my brother from the Dharma Grottoes to protect our home."

"Although this is a chess technique, it's not difficult for me to learn it."

Zhao Yi Fu was really speechless. In his opinion, Senior Brother Guanglong was truly a man of great talent and genius. It was just a pity that he didn't work hard!
He envied her again. If he had this kind of talent, he would be able to make lotus bloom with every step like his master, right?

Sure enough, he also wanted to show off in his heart, but the dimension of this showing off was different.

Just as he was sighing, he suddenly felt a spiritual wave echoing in their spiritual level: "The talent is good, but it's a pity that it is not used in the right way."

Zhao Yifu and Wen Sheng quickly turned their heads and saw that it was an old man in a black Taoist robe, looking at them quietly with a faint golden light flashing in his eyes.

Yangshen!

A strange Yang God has come!
Zhao Yifu felt dizzy for a moment, then he immediately calmed down, bowed deeply and said, "Junior Zhao Yifu greets you, Senior. May I know what your name is..."

This unfamiliar Yang Shen said calmly, "My name is Qiu Yuzi, and I came here at someone's invitation."

Zhao Yifu seemed to understand something after hearing this. He asked, "Senior Qiu Yuzi, are you a fellow elder?"

Qiu Yuzi forced a smile on her wooden face, but didn't say much.

Wen Sheng was still in a daze, looking at Qiu Yuzi with some confusion.

Seeing him like this, Qiu Yuzi sighed helplessly and said, "Why do you have such an expression, you idiot?"

It sounds like there is a lot of affection.

Wen Sheng quickly retracted his gaze, then clasped his fists and said, "Excuse me, Senior, is this Prime Minister Yu?"

Qiu Yuzi asked curiously, "How did you know? I should have changed my appearance."

Wen Sheng smiled shyly upon hearing this and said, "Because I love studying the Prime Minister's life and literature, I know that he loves practicing Taoism and often wears Taoist robes."

Qiu Yuzi shook her head and said, "That's not a reason."

Wen Sheng quickly said, "Of course. There's one more thing. I saw that when the Prime Minister wrote an inscription for a Taoist temple, he didn't leave his real name, but the Taoist name 'Qiu Yuzi'."

"So, since the Prime Minister just announced himself and seemed so powerful, I dared to make a few guesses..."

Qiu Yuzi laughed heartily and said, "You are so thoughtful. It is worth my taking care of you."

Only then did Zhao Yi Fu understand how Wen Sheng got the position of Chao Fenglang.

There must be some bias from the big bosses in the same school, otherwise how could it be so easy to get an idle official position to "support literature"?

I admire you so much...

Just when Wensheng was feeling complacent, Liang Zhongzhi finally arrived.

Seventeen Yin Spirits came with him. When they saw Qiu Yuzi's Yang Spirit, they all clasped their fists and said, "Greetings, Sect Leader."

Zhao Yifu: ...

It turns out that their Danqing Sect really does have a leader.

It's quite funny to say, this is the first time he heard that there is a leader in Danqing Sect.

Zhao Yifu and Wensheng's expressions changed, and they quickly clasped their fists and bowed together, saying, "Disciple Zhao Yifu (Wensheng) greets the Master."

Qiu Yuzi stroked his beard and laughed, "Great, great, it's really a pleasure to see such a talented young man in our sect."

Liang Zhongzhi said awkwardly, "Master, you are so busy with your work, how did you find time to come?"

Qiu Yuzi said with a smile: "I heard that you are doing something very new, I can't help but want to come and see it."

"Don't worry, I know the rules. Let's get started."

Zhao Yifu: ...

The demeanor of this great master, a senior, suddenly entered his heart and then suddenly came out of it.

What's with this kind of character that likes to join in the fun and stir up trouble? Is it the gossipy nature of a scholar?

Wen Sheng hadn't realized what he was about to face yet. He was happily listening to the big guys in the sect talking, thinking they were going to play some interesting games.

Liang Zhongzhi looked around and found that everyone was looking at him, so he said with a stiff upper lip: "Okay, then let's start this year's Danqingmen Literary Festival."

Wen Sheng was suddenly shocked and realized something.

He asked, "Literary meeting? What literary meeting?"

Qiu Yuzi chuckled, "Of course it's the literary gathering prepared for you."

Zhao Yifu coughed dryly and whispered to the pale-faced Wen Sheng, "Brother, this is really not my fault. I was just asking Master for your contact information. I didn't expect it to be like this..."

Wen Sheng looked expressionlessly at a group of fellow disciples and seniors who showed him "kind" expressions, and gradually felt that he was already dead.

This is not a literary gathering at all, it is clearly a public execution!

Liang Zhongzhi coughed dryly, feeling that such a scene was a bit too cruel for a young disciple.

But how to say it?

According to my baby, this is the 'shock therapy', which is to kill the person first, and if he can recover, the original bad habit will be cured.

As for not slowing down...

What’s the big deal?
Various irresponsible thoughts arose among this group of seniors who were joining in the fun, and some people couldn't help but ask Wensheng to quickly produce the article for comment.

(End of this chapter)