At the same time, the second floor of Wenxuan Building.

"You brought this painting?" Zhou Dongyi looked at An Jin, his face full of surprise.

"Yes," An Jin explained, "I explained to Qiu Yan several times, but he was unwilling to come. He only said that after you read this painting, you will naturally understand."

After he finished speaking, Zhou Dongyi didn't continue to say anything. The room suddenly fell into silence. The atmosphere was solemn, which made An Jin feel more and more depressed, and sweat rolled down his cheeks.

This time he was ordered to go over and travel back and forth, and through the forest, he was already exhausted. Now, he was inspired by Zhou Dongyi's words, and immediately felt heavy.

At this time, Pang Chu said, "Old Zhou, since Qiu Yan brought someone a painting, I think there must be a reason, so you might as well take a look."

What he said broke the depressing atmosphere, making An Jin secretly relieved, then handed the painting over and exited the room.

Many Confucian scholars gathered outside, and they were also curious about what kind of painting Qiu Yan brought to him.

Downstairs, several tables are placed in the center of the hall, with a few articles placed. They are the pioneering articles that have been rated by all the great scholars and gentlemen, and are for people to appreciate.

These articles may be included in classics in the future, and are of great value. They are placed in public, but they are not afraid of being stolen and taken away. After all, not everyone is like Huang Yan, who can escape with the spirit of a sage. As long as others take a little action, they will be immediately held by a master of life cultivating around who is responsible for protecting the safety of great scholars.

This literary conference was full of twists and turns. Now, everyone's attention has been no longer on the article. They are concerned about other things. Before they can taste it for a long time, they saw An Jin coming back with Qiu Yan's painting, and scholars immediately became interested and followed.

"Everyone, my master is a little unhappy, so don't gather here and let go." An Jin glanced at him and said he wanted to disperse the crowd.

Someone responded immediately—

"I dare to ask Brother An, why is Qiu Sheng's painting?"

"Didn't you go and find Qiu Yan back? Why didn't others arrive? Instead, you sent a painting?"

"Could it be that Qiu Yan doesn't give face to the gentlemen and doesn't want to come, right?"

...

The words came. Although everyone's voice was not high, they knew that there were several great scholars sitting in the room and deliberately lowered their voices, but more than a dozen or twenty people were talking at the same time, which still seemed particularly noisy.

An Jin secretly called something wrong, but before he could speak up, a majestic voice came from the room—

"Why are you making noise outside? Why don't you go over and enjoy the article quickly? Don't you know that the opportunity is rare?"

As soon as the voice came out, the noise came to an abrupt end. All the Confucian scholars recognized it. They knew that Zhou Dongyi was talking, and they clearly had impatience in their words. They dared not say more. They immediately followed the good and quickly retreated.

Not long after, King Yan also walked out of the room on the second floor, his face was gloomy and in a bad mood. Behind him were Yang Ying with a smile on his face and Doru with regret.

Amid the discussions of outsiders, the three of them left Wenxuan Tower.

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"Young people today are too impatient. There is only one literary event like this in a few years. It is not easy to be in Dongdu at this time, but they don't know how to cherish it, but they put their thoughts on others. No matter how famous Qiu Yan is or how big the storm arises, what can they gain?"

In the room, Zhou Dong said loyally, looking like he was still angry.

"Old Zhou, don't be angry," Pang Chu shook his head, "Da Ruicheng has passed the age of peace, and the atmosphere has changed naturally. Besides, people are in the group, some are curious about other people's affairs, and some are able to calm down and calm down. In the hall on the first floor, aren't there a few young people who are concentrating on studying?"

The two of them said and came to the table.

Han Yi, Mr. Chen, Xu Shi, Zheng Qiu and others were gathering around the table, looking at the scrolls spread on it.

Zhou Dongyi glanced at the scroll and frowned: "Is Qiu Yan trying to draw the scene from ancient times on paper through the pen in his hand?" As he said that, he bent down slightly and looked at the painting carefully, his brows getting tighter and tighter.

Xu Shi also frowned and looked at the painting, then shook his head: "The painting has some vast artistic conception, which has something in common with the ancient scenery we have seen before, but due to the accomplishments of the painter, it cannot be truly expressed."

Pang Chu looked at it with relish: "You can't say that. Just talking about painting skills is actually pretty good, but you're a little unfamiliar. When you look at the tree, you can grasp the momentum well, and your density is also appropriate, and your brushwork is even more done in one go. These figures have a bit of a look, and you can feel the blood and flesh, which is in line with Qiu Yan's calligraphy."

"We are gathered here, not wanting to see a painting with only painting skills but no painting rhyme!" Zhou Dongyi shook his head, "Why don't this Qiu Yan come here? Even if it is not convenient to tell the matter out of ghosts and gods, you can still visualize the ancient times again so that we can comprehend it."

"Old man Zhou, if you can't understand clearly this time, will Qiu Yan not do anything from now on, and do you bite back and forth to visualize the ancient times in front of us day after day? Don't you think about it. From ancient times to the present, how many people have tried to comprehend the ancient times, but how many people have succeeded?" Han Yi's voice came from the side, and the meaning of the words was unceremonious, and he accused them secretly.

"I haven't said such a thing, but if you say it's successful, it's not without it. Don't forget Lin..." Zhou Dongyi's eyes hopped, and he was about to refute.

Mr. Chen shook his head and interrupted: "There was a sudden incident before. Only when the ancient scenery came, shocking your hearts could you gain something. Now, no matter you and me, you have a little thought in your heart and understand this ancient scenery. Even if Qiu Yan is allowed to visualize it again, if you have prejudices and your own teachings, you may not be able to gain anything again."

Zhou Dongyi lowered his voice and revealed his unhappiness: "According to what you say, this rare opportunity is forgot this time?"

"Not forgot it," Han Yi interrupted, pointing to the painting on the table and said, "Didn't Qiu Yan say that everything he said is in the painting? Although the ancient scenery was visualized by him, it is actually equivalent to a family of words. I think there is still mystery in this painting."

Xu Shize said: "Although this painting has advantages and inspiration, it is sufficient to lead the younger generations to comprehend the ancients, but it is of little use to us."

Seeing that because of a painting by Qiu Yan, several people were about to quarrel. They looked harmonious on the surface, but in fact, there were more or less conflicts and conflicts because of the academy and theories. Once the quarrel broke out, they would inevitably part in a bad mood.

"Cough cough," two coughs came, and it was Zheng Qiu who spoke. He raised his thin fingers and clicked the table. "Don't be impatient, the young man from Jiuyuan Academy, didn't Qiu Yan ask him to go to his place every day in the next few days?"

"Well, there is this sentence," Zhou Dongyi still frowned, "It's just that it's too arrogant. Will we wait here in the next few days and go to see his paintings every day?"

"This is nothing," Pang Chu smiled. "I have just gained some experience in the study of Sub-Saints in recent years. You might as well ask you for advice in these few days."

Xu Shi shook his head and was about to speak, but Han Yi snatched it first: "I have been waiting for a long time and haven't discussed the truth. Why not take this opportunity to prove it well."

"This matter..." Zhou Dongyi was about to speak when footsteps came from outside the door, and someone knocked on the door, "Master, it's me."

"Oh? Come in, the matter is done?" Zhou Dongyi heard the identity of the person and ordered, and the door was pushed open, and a man about forty years old walked in.

This person, at first glance, looked like an ordinary person, could walk smoothly while walking. As soon as the door opened, he came behind Zhou Dongyi and responded respectfully: "When I arrived at the place, Huang Yan and his accomplices were no longer there."

"I've lost it? It's a good deal for this thief." Zhou Dongyi felt even more unhappy. Huang Yan inspired the spirit of the sages and made everyone's understanding of the ancient scenery fail. How could such a thing be let go easily? He volunteered to take over the matter.

The middle-aged man who came into the house was one of the guards responsible for protecting Zhou Dongyi's safety and was sent to Huang Yan for some punishment.

After hearing Zhou Dongyi's words, the middle-aged man shook his head and said, "It was not that he was lost, but that he was taken first. When I arrived at the place, it was already in a mess, with large pieces of blood on the ground, and even broken limbs and arms, as if he was crushed by a giant beast. There was still someone there, calling himself Qiu Yan's servant, and asked me to bring me a sentence."

"Qiu Yan's servant?" Zhou Dongyi was stunned, "What did he say?"

The middle-aged man replied: "The man said that Qiu Yan asked him to tell all gentlemen, 'Huang Yan has been punished and there is no need to worry. It is not that the younger generation has to interfere. It is because Huang Yan is a deceitful person and must start first'."

"Is this his original words?" After receiving the affirmative answer, Zhou Dongyi asked the middle-aged man to retreat, turned around and said, "Since that's the case, I'll see what Qiu Yan's purpose is." After the words, the man left Wenxuan Tower.

As soon as Zhou Dongyi went there, the other gentlemen looked at the scroll, but did not find any more special things, and did not say much, and left one after another.

When Han Yi left, he called the servant in the building and asked him to take care of these words very carefully.

As soon as everyone left, the writing meeting was over. In the evening, people from several academies came to pick up the writings. Even Qiu Yan sent Hu Qi over and took his article back.

On this day, Wenxuan was celebrating literary works, and the waves were ups and downs. When the Confucian scholars who participated in the literary gathering dispersed, the story in the building soon spread in the city, and Qiu Yan's name became even more resounding.

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Outside the sky, among the stars, the jade buildings and jade palaces are undulating and beautiful.

On the side of this palace group, a loft suddenly vibrated, and the light and shadow on the upper floor changed, and silver light poured out.

The change lasted for three days before it stopped.

Then, the door of the building opened and Lu Liang, who was wearing a wardrobe, stepped out. The man had no breath of fireworks on his body, his face was rosy, and his exposed skin was as white as jade.

Swish!
Chapter completed!