Chapter 32 Plum Blossom Picture

Time passed, and half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

Li Qingxuan's life is still boring and peaceful. He signs in on time every day, and the rest is to practice and walk his dog.

Or just stand at the door, listening to the neighbors discussing the gossip around them, so leisurely.

And in half a month, the martial arts realm has naturally broken through to the sixth level.

Chen Qingzhi's progress is also very obvious. He has successfully broken through the fourth level. His innate sword body is really terrifying. Once he starts practicing, he will make great progress with each passing day.

If Li Qingxuan didn't have a system, his speed wouldn't be as fast as him.

On this day, there was a lot of discussion in the streets.

Among the envoys from Dali, Meng Kuan, a Confucian genius, stole the show.

I heard that I have to go to the Imperial College to discuss Taoism.

It turned out that Dali's envoys came to Beijing and agreed to receive him in five days. However, they did not see the Emperor of Daxia for half a month. Dali knew that the empress was deliberately stalling for time.

Since the emperor didn't see him, they were not idle and started to make trouble.

Meng Kuan visited the talented people in Luodu everywhere and compared poems and songs in the name of asking for advice. As a result, no one in Luodu could compare with him, and he was instantly popular.

"I heard that Meng Kuan was so talented that he composed a poem in seven steps at the Xu Mansion banquet, which astonished everyone with his skills."

"He even wrote many famous lines, and now the momentum of the entire Los Angeles literary world has been suppressed by him."

"He will be going to the Imperial College on his next trip. The Imperial College is where the entire Daxia culture lies. If we lose to him again in the debate, the literati of Daxia will be completely disgraced."

Even the people in the street were talking about it and sighing, feeling that they were losing face.

"Master Li, I often see you reciting poems and painting. Why don't you just go and compare with Meng Kuan?"

Uncle Liu, the pig butcher, said.

Li Qingxuan just smiled.

After Li Qingxuan left, the person next to him said in a low voice: "Master Li is just a painting seller after all, and Meng Kuan is a talented man from Dali. The two of them are not at the same level at all."

"That's right, there are so many talented people in Luo City who can't compare with others. How can Mr. Li be his rival?"

Li Qingxuan returned to the house and drew plum blossoms on rice paper.

Last time he promised Yuan Guang that he would gather the three friends of Suihan for him, and it was time to fulfill his promise after half a month.

"There are several plum trees in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone. I know it's not snow from afar because there is a faint fragrance."

Put away the pen and dry the ink on it.

Originally, he planned to send Chen Qingzhi to Yuan Guang's mansion, but seeing that Chen Qingzhi was practicing his sword, he simply took it to Yuan Guang's mansion.

Just when he arrived in front of the Yuan Mansion, he saw Ning Yuan walking out with his horse.

After meeting Li Qingxuan: "Master Li, are you here to see your tutor?"

"Yes, I made a painting to give to Mr. Yuan."

"My master is in the Imperial College now, why don't we go together? The spring has been beautiful recently, and many people are outing in the countryside. The scenery of the Imperial College is also very good."

Ning Yuan went to the house and took another horse, and left together with Li Qingxuan.

The scholars of this era were not without strength. People like Ning Yuan also had great skills and were extremely fast while riding on horses.

Although Li Qingxuan was riding a horse for the first time, there was no reason for him to lose to a scholar as a sixth-grade warrior.

He tightened his grip on the horse's belly and chased after him, starting a race with Ning Yuan.

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The Imperial College, a holy place for studying, was extremely noisy at the moment.

Just an hour ago, Meng Kuan handed over a greeting card and would come to visit in the future.

He said it was a visit, but everyone knew very well that he was just here to cause trouble.

Confucianism has been inherited for thousands of years and has been in the same line, but it has also branched off into many branches.

Scholars have always enhanced their prestige among scholars by discussing ideas with their peers.

In particular, the two countries of Daxia and Dali are constantly competing for cultural background.

Meng Kuan represents the younger generation of Dali and also represents White Deer Academy.

If the Imperial College loses, then from now on the entire Imperial College will be lower than the White Deer Academy.

But among the younger generation, no one can compare with Meng Kuan.

In the attic in the backyard of the Imperial College, Curson and Yuan Guang were accompanying a nobleman.

If there were any outsiders here, they would be shocked.

The Empress of Great Xia actually visited the Imperial Academy in person, but there was not much pomp and she came incognito.

Even the students in the Imperial College don't know.

"The people coming from the Dali envoys are evil. Meng Kuan has been in the limelight in Luodu recently. Is there any way to deal with the situation today?"

Hearing Huazhi's words, Curzon lowered his head.

"Your Majesty, I am ashamed..."

"well!"

Huazhi rubbed her eyebrows.

Next to them were Tianyi Guard Commander Xue Gang and Imperial Master Yang Xuanji, both of whom also frowned.

Xue Gang was originally a vulgar martial artist, so he naturally had no involvement in the affairs of scholars.

Although Yang Xuanji is knowledgeable, he is a descendant of Taoism and is not familiar with Confucian classics, but he can't help much.

"Okay, Cou Song, Yuan Qing, you don't have to stay with me here, go down and find a solution."

"If you are not sure of winning, try not to be too embarrassed."

After Huazhi finished speaking, Cou Song and Yuan Guang left.

The two of them exited the attic, also looking gloomy.

Kou Song said: "I can only let my eldest disciple go to fight, but my eldest disciple is already over thirty years old this year, and Meng Kuan is only eighteen years old. Although they are the same generation, they will inevitably follow the facts."

"At this point, there is no other way."

Yuan Guang sighed.

At this moment, an academy student walked over quickly, cupped his hands and said, "Master Yuan, your disciple Ning Yuan is here."

"Ning Yuan, let him come here quickly."

Yuan Guang said.

Ning Yuan is considered to have better literary talent among his students.

Although he didn't know if he could use it, he still ordered him to come.

After the student left, Yuan Guang suddenly laughed and said: "Speaking of which, I recently made acquaintance with a young friend. His painting skills are excellent and he is quite talented. However, he does not have much exposure to Confucian classics. He is not a good friend." Learn and have skills."

Poetry is, after all, heresy, and true Confucianism relies on quotations from classics and warnings.

Yuan Guang had been in contact with Li Qingxuan for a long time. Li Qingxuan did not dabble too much in the classics and history, and he did not have a major. He was a great scholar in this field, so he naturally saw this, so he gave him an evaluation of "not academically skilled".

It's actually quite high praise.

"He is good at painting and has poetic talent. Could it be that the picture of pines and cypresses you gave me was painted by him? The phrase "As the years get colder, you will know that the pines and cypresses will wither" also came from him?"

Yuan Guang nodded.

"Not only this sentence, he also gave me a picture of bamboo and stone, insisting that the green mountains will not relax, the roots are still in the broken rocks, and they are still strong despite the east, west, north and south winds."

"This poem is catchy to read, and the meaning is profound when you think about it carefully. It is a pity that such a talent has not entered Confucianism."

Curzon also sighed.

Poetry is not the same as discussing Taoism. A person who is not familiar with classics obviously cannot hope for it.

"That's a pity. I'll go see this painter some other day."

After a while, Ning Yuan was seen being led over by a student.

"Students have met their teachers, and they have met Master Jijiu."

Ning Yuan is Yuan Guang's favorite disciple, and Yuan Guang's eyes show some kindness.

When he saw what Ning Yuan was holding, he couldn't help but wonder: "What is that in your hand? Did you think of some good words on the way here?"

Ning Yuan shook his head hastily.

"How can a student come up with any good words in a hurry? This is a painting Mr. Li gave to the teacher, so I brought it along with him."

"Master Li said last time that he wanted to give me a picture of plum blossoms, so I want to take a look."

The three of them came to the study room, placed the painting on the table and slowly unfolded it.

"Teacher, Mr. Li has also come to the academy. He is enjoying the scenery in front. Because without the permission of the teacher and Master Jijiu, the students dare not bring him to the backyard without permission."

"This Mr. Li is also a talented man. I should treat him well when he comes, but today Meng Kuan is coming to discuss Taoism. I'm afraid I don't have time to meet him in person."

Curzon said with a smile.

At this moment, the painting finally unfolded, and a picture of plum blossoms came into view.

And the poem in the blank space was completely displayed in the eyes of the two great scholars.

"There are several plum trees in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone. I know it's not snow from a distance because there is a faint fragrance."

Yuan Guangqing couldn't help but read aloud.

The room instantly fell into silence.

Curzon's eyes sparkled even more.

"Good poem."