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Chapter 1621: Zi Zhengzong Sage, Qiu Sheng¡¯s Authentic Works

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    Huatian Xingyu Confucian Garden.  Yang Junshan¡¯s visit was obviously somewhat unexpected by Han Chongxianzun.  "Haha, fellow Taoist Han, I have taken the liberty to come to visit Yan Zongsheng. I wonder if Zongsheng has time?" Yang Junshan asked with a smile.  Yang Junshan had great respect for Yan Zongsheng. Although Yan Zongsheng was well-known among the Confucian people as a good teacher but not good at teaching students, Yang Junshan had benefited from Yan Zongsheng several times. He first preached the music of the piano, and then understood  Understanding the true meaning of "all-inclusive" in Haoran Zhengqi, strictly speaking, Yan Xin is far superior to Yang Junshan, which can be regarded as a half-teacher friendship.  Compared to Yang Junshan's free and easy manner, Han Chongxianzun's expression when he looked at Yang Junshan seemed a little complicated. Seeing Yang Junshan coming, he bowed respectfully and said, "I have met Xianzun Junshan." Yang Junshan hurriedly  He turned aside and said in surprise: "Fellow Daoist Han, what are you doing?" "The etiquette cannot be discarded!" After Han Chong, the Immortal Lord, stood up and said with a trace of apology: "I am afraid that the Immortal Lord came at an unlucky time. Master, respect him.  The old man is not in the Confucian Garden now. " "Not?" Yang Junshan was slightly startled and asked quickly: "Do you know where Zongsheng went and when he will return?" "I'm sorry, I" Han Chongxianzun spoke.  His tone paused, and then he just shook his head.  Yang Junshan saw a hint of hesitation in Han Chongxianzun's expression. He knew in his heart that Han Chongxianzun was an upright person and probably wasn't good at telling lies. It was only because it was inconvenient to reveal Yan Zongsheng's whereabouts.  Yang Junshan was greatly disappointed, but had no choice but to do anything. He was about to resign when he suddenly heard a loud laugh coming from outside the Confucian Garden.  "Lao Yan, did you come back from the Fengtian Star Realm so soon? How about it? Have you found Taichu Xuanguang?" The formation prohibition in the Confucian Garden made it impossible for outsiders to find out Yang Junshan's identity, but he was afraid  However, the aura of Luo Xianjing remained when the Confucian Garden was opened. The visitor obviously misunderstood and mistook Yang Junshan for Yan Zongsheng.  A man turned around from the edge of the bamboo forest with several scrolls under his arm. The moment he saw Yang Junshan, his expression changed: "Is it you?" Yang Junshan was slightly startled, but he never remembered that he knew anyone other than Yan Xinyuan.  There was another Confucian sage, but at this moment, Yang Junshan had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he suddenly realized, "Is this your honor, Liu Zizheng, the Liu sage?" The visitor threw away several scrolls under his arm.  When it was in the hands of Han Zhongxianzun, his expression was a little unswerving, but he was still polite. He cupped his hands and said: "Fellow Taoist Junshan, Liu didn't know that you and Senior Brother Yan have a close friendship and can actually enter this Confucian garden.  "Although Yang Junshan never fought against Liu Zizheng in the battle for the Hongmeng Purple Qi, the Daluo Immortals who participated in the battle for the Hongmeng Purple Qi all knew each other when they looked back on the battle afterwards.  Compared with Yang Junshan's successful acquisition of the Hongmeng Purple Qi, Liu Zizheng's luck was much worse. The Hongmeng Purple Qi that he had already obtained was snatched away by someone in a sneak attack at the last moment. It was inevitable that Liu Zi was seeing Yang Junshan.  When he looked unhappy.  Yang Junshan could probably guess where the hostility on Liu Zi's face came from. Although the other party's attitude was not good, Yang Junshan didn't take it to heart. He smiled slightly and said: "This junior came here to ask for advice from Senior Yan."  There are some things that I never thought that my predecessor was looking for the twenty-eighth plane world that was about to appear, and happened to miss it. "Among the twenty-seven plane worlds currently appearing in the starry sky world, there has never been one called "Fengtian."  "The plane world, and judging from the news that Liu Zizheng inadvertently revealed just now, Yan Xinyuan should be looking for the primordial mysterious light that can open the plane world, so there is no doubt that the twenty-eighth plane world that is about to take shape will be  It should be the Fengtian world.  Liu Zizheng snorted coldly, but did not answer Yang Junshan's words. He probably already understood that just because of his careless words, he not only revealed Yan Xinyuan's whereabouts, but also exposed some of the Confucian people's views on Fengtian World.  Planning, he said rather rudely: "Then you might as well come back next time, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back for a while." After saying that, he no longer paid attention to Yang Junshan, but said to Han Zhong next to him: "This  I found several volumes of rubbings of Ya Sheng's handwriting. These rubbings were at least written by Shu Sheng. All of them were left to Lao Yan. According to his original promise, I quickly asked for the handwriting of Qiu Sheng that Lao Yan copied.  Liu opened his eyes! " Qiu Sheng's handwriting!  Yang Junshan's heart moved. He was about to leave, but he turned around and came back.  When Liu Zizheng saw Yang Junshan return, he frowned and said, "What are you doing back again?" Yang Junshan said seriously: "Although Yang is not a Confucian scholar, he has the opportunity to meet Qiu.?Authentic work, who is willing to miss this opportunity?  " Han Zhong quickly corrected: "It's not the original work, it's just the most proud copy of Qiu Sheng's original work that the teacher copied.  " Of course Yang Junshan knew that it was not the original work of Saint Qiu. The real Holy Manuscript in Yan Xinyuan's hand had already been used to resist the Emperor of Jiutian when he invaded the Jiutian World. " Yang Junshan smiled and said: "It is just a copy, but the copy is  It is also the handwriting of Qiu Sheng, so it is a feast for the eyes.  Liu Zizheng sneered and said, "Since fellow Taoist Yang wants to see it, you can just show it to him to open his eyes. The art of calligraphy and seal script is unique to Confucianism. Can it be learned by just looking at it?"  ¡± The calligraphy seal script is different from the Fu seal script. It is a unique method of Confucianism that uses words and articles to exert power. Within the Confucian clan, they are often more willing to call this method calligraphy. The same writing, the better the cultivation.  The higher the calligraphy skills, the more powerful the writing will be. But the same article often requires not only the monk's cultivation and calligraphy level, but also the writing style and content of the article.  The idea even depends on the different understandings of the same article by different monks. Yang Junshan glanced at the stack of scrolls Han Chongxian put down. Although these scrolls were only rubbings, they were copied from the original works of Yasheng.  The copying process often incorporates the copying person's own insights. Therefore, regardless of these volumes of rubbings, when it is really used against the enemy, its power may not be worse than that of the Immortal Talisman Han Chong.  Yan Zongsheng copied the rubbings of Qiu Sheng's original works, but was too embarrassed to take away the calligraphy and seal scrolls sent by Liu Zizheng, so he first placed these scrolls on the stone table in the Confucian Garden. Liu Zizheng saw Yang Junshan's eyes for a moment.  Staring at these scrolls, he joked with a hint of teasing: "Why, does Fellow Daoist Yang really have plans to study calligraphy and seal writing?  Could it be that?" Yang Junshan hesitated for a moment and said: "Yang just admires a few Confucian saints and wants to see their authentic handwriting. Although these are rubbings, Yang has little talent and knowledge, and at most he only looks at them.  That's all, I don't want to reveal the secrets of the Confucian clan. I wonder if these scrolls can be opened so that Yang can feast his eyes on them?  Liu Zizheng heard the words and laughed "haha" and said: "What's wrong with this? Our Confucian people value 'education without distinction'. Fellow Taoist Yang is interested in joining our Confucian school. We are extremely happy before it's too late, so how could it be possible?"  Take care of yourself!  " Having said that, Liu Zizheng took it upon himself to unroll and hang up the scrolls on the stone table for Yang Junshan to observe. The handwriting on these copy rubbings may be majestic, elegant, or simple.  , but there is no doubt that there is a powerful force in each volume of rubbings. However, what Yang Junshan wants to figure out is naturally not the real mystery of these calligraphy seals. This calligraphy seal script is a secret that is not passed down by the Confucian people.  Although he seemed generous, he didn't know the key to it. He just wanted to see Yang Junshan make a fool of himself. But what he didn't expect was that Yang Junshan had no intention of studying calligraphy and seal script at all. His real purpose was just to see Yang Junshan make a fool of himself.  He just wanted to compare the handwriting of these rubbings to find out the real author of the bamboo slips in his hand. Unfortunately, according to Liu Zizheng, the original copies of these rubbings included three minor sages of the Confucian clan.  The situations in which rubbings are written vary, but Yang Junshan is certain that the handwriting on the bamboo slips he owns is not the same as any scroll rubbings. "So, what does Fellow Taoist Yang think?  "Liu Zi asked with a half-smile. Ignoring the teasing in Liu Zi's words, Yang Junshan looked at the direction Han Chongxian Zun left before and said: "When will fellow Taoist Han be able to copy the original work of Qiu Sheng copied by Yan Zongsheng?  Bring it?  " Liu Zizheng's face darkened and he sneered: "Fellow Daoist Yang is too ambitious, isn't he?  " Yang Junshan seemed not to have heard Liu Zizheng's words. His eyes suddenly lit up and he said, "Here he comes!  " Although Liu Zizheng was angry in his heart, he could see that Han Chongxianzun was really coming with a bamboo slip in his hand, but it made him forget his unhappiness for a moment, and stared at the bamboo slip without blinking. "This is Lao Yan's copy.  Qiu Sheng¡¯s authentic work?  Lao Yan was willing to give it up, but the rubbings he copied were actually bamboo slips made of jasper bamboo!  " Although Liu Zizheng said this, his expression already seemed a little impatient. As soon as Han Chongxianzun approached, Liu Zizheng had already snatched the bamboo slips from his hands, and murmured to himself: "  I don¡¯t know how much Qiu Sheng¡¯s charm could be achieved by Lao Yan¡¯s painting.  " Han Chongxianzun didn't take it seriously when he saw this. He just smiled and said: "According to the agreement between Master and Master Yan, the disciple will collect these scroll rubbings brought by Master.?? is coming.  " Liu Zizheng's eyes twitched when he heard this. Although these copy rubbings of Ya Sheng's original works are not as good as this volume of Qiu Sheng's original rubbings, they were collected by him with great effort. Now they are just for viewing.  After making rubbings of Qiu Sheng's original works, he wanted to give all of them away. Even though Liu Zizheng had made an agreement before, he couldn't help but feel pain in his heart. "Take it away, don't leave it here to be an eyesore!"  " Liu Zizheng turned his face away and swung his sleeves irritably. Han Chongxianzun smiled slightly. Just as he put away these scroll rubbings, Liu Zizheng couldn't wait to unfold the bamboo slips. With the sound of "crash", the bamboo slips came to Han Chongxianzun.  Their hands slowly opened, and both Liu Zizheng and Yang Junshan had their eyes widened at this moment. (End of this chapter)
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