Little Sage Village.
Tian Yan's bedroom.
Tian Yan was fascinated by the poem on the bamboo slip in front of him.
“The beauty of gardens is reserved for the wealthy;
The victory of mountains and rivers is shared by the whole world.
The public lasts for eternity, the private lasts for a while.
The great sages have passed away, and the people have no time to think about them;
Think about his residence and his words.
Who says it is not appropriate to do it privately? "
The handwriting on the letter is neat and regular. Although it is not very beautiful, there is an indescribable character between the lines and the strokes.
Tian Yan is not good at writing. His writing skills are at this level, not very good, just average.
This is a fragment from "Yitai Inscription". Using it to commemorate Mencius and commemorate Xiaoshengxianzhuang seems... not a big problem?
After looking at it carefully several times, Tian Yan felt that there was really no big problem.
Except the font is not very pretty.
However, her handwriting is not difficult to read and cannot be read.
The next step is to go directly to her senior brother Wan Zhang and ask him to taste it.
Thinking of this, Tian Yan waited quietly for the ink on the bamboo slips to dry, then rolled up the bamboo slips and prepared to take the bamboo slips to visit his senior brother Wan Zhang.
Anyway, this old man has nothing to do squatting in the study all day long.
After a stick of incense.
Wan Zhang study.
At this moment, Wan Zhang was sitting quietly in front of the desk in the study. He was holding this volume in his hand, as if he was reading it carefully.
But in fact, his eyes stayed on a certain place on the scroll without moving even half a minute.
Xunzi sat across from him, holding a cup of fragrant tea and tasting it carefully.
While tasting, I was thoughtful.
At the door of Wan Zhang's study, Fu Nian was dressed in Confucian uniform. He had already given a complete report on today's events to the two elders.
"I understand." Wan Zhang said calmly to Fu Nian.
He is quite satisfied with the current results.
Confucianism and Liusha have joined forces. In Songhai City, which is also the home court of Xiaoshengxian Manor, they are now in an invincible position. Although the other party has exposed their existence, they are still hiding in the dark, and they are in the light.
"Yes, Master, I believe that for the present, we should remain unchanged in response to all changes." Fu Nian said to the two elders in front of him.
"Of course." Xunzi nodded and said to Fu Nian.
With a smile on his face, Wan Zhang looked at Fu Nian with satisfaction and nodded.
As a disciple, I am already able to stand alone.
Below, there are two junior brothers, Yan Lu and Zhang Liang, assisting me. Above, there are two junior uncles, Wei Yan and Xunzi, looking after me.
He can already rest assured about the future of Xiaoshengxian Village and Confucianism.
"Then, disciple, please leave first." Fu Nian bowed his hands to the two elders in front of him.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
"Huh? It's Junior Brother Wei Yan, come in quickly." Wan Zhang was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile.
This time, Tian Yan did not hide all his aura.
"Senior Brother Xun and Senior Nephew Fu Nian are here too?" Tian Yan pretended to be surprised when he entered the door.
Although she has long sensed their presence, etiquette cannot be broken after all.
"It's Junior Brother Wei Yan." Xunzi stroked his beard and said with a smile.
"Disciple has met Uncle Wei Yan." Fu Nian bowed his hands to Tian Yan and said respectfully.
"I wonder why Junior Brother Wei Yan is here? Could it be that it's about quicksand and snares?" Wan Zhang's expression had returned to calmness and he asked Tian Yan.
"No, junior brother wrote a poem for the master and Xiaoshengxianzhuang. I would like to ask senior brother... er, two senior brothers to give me some advice." Tian Yan bowed his hands to Wan Zhang and Xunzi respectively.
Fu Nian was startled.
He felt that Uncle Wei Yan must have a deep meaning in doing this.
Because now is not a good time to write an article.
"Junior brother is so elegant and kind-hearted." Xunzi was dressed in Confucian attire, with a pure and handsome spirit and an immortal spirit. He took a sip of the fragrant tea in the cup and smiled slightly at Tian Yan.
Junior Brother Wei Yan has a special identity. Although it has not been confirmed, he already has some guesses in his mind. Together with the two old men, Wan Zhang, the things he speculated are almost inseparable from the facts.
At this time, Junior Brother Wei Yan wrote an article. What is its profound meaning?
However, as the posthumous son of that person, when his father's biggest enemy came, he still had the energy to write an article, which is quite remarkable.
"It's a double happiness." Wan Zhang laughed, stroked his beard, and said to everyone present.
Junior brother Wei Yan is not simple.
At the very least, he learned that Junior Brother Wei Yan was not a simple person.
He wrote an article at this time. I am afraid there is a mystery in this article. Junior Brother Wei Yan is a very young person, but he must not be judged with the eyes of ordinary young people, or even geniuses.
He often surprises them when they least expect it.
Although today's Confucians need to beware of the invasion of Luo Yun, the Yin Yang family, and the "Sword Master" Gai Nie.
But if Luo Wang, a few juniors from the Yin Yang family, and the chief swordsmanship teacher of the King of Qin could scare them into not thinking about food, then this little sage village might as well be disbanded.
Wan Zhang and Xunzi were quite happy when Junior Brother Wei Yan did this.
Moreover, this article was written to Mencius and Xiaoshengxianzhuang. Wan Zhang wanted to read it very much. What is this article like?
In fact, I don't blame them for thinking too much. Tian Yan himself certainly wouldn't have thought that they could figure out so much.
Tian Yan himself is actually far less perfect than Wei Yan, and Wei Yan, an almost perfect genius boy, was actually designed by Tian Yan himself and performed with the cooperation of Luo Wang.
"Senior brother, please give me some advice." Tian Yan smiled slightly, said to the Confucian crowd, and then respectfully presented the bamboo slips in his hands.
"Yes." Wan Zhang nodded to "Junior Brother Wei Yan" and waved his hand.
The slip was directly taken away from Tian Yan's hand by Wan Zhang using his internal power.
When Wan Zhang opened the bamboo slips and took a look, his originally smiling face slowly solidified.
He didn't read it completely, but stopped at a certain sentence.
“What is public is eternal, what is private is temporary.
You really... deserve to be Junior Brother Wei Yan..." He murmured in a low voice and sighed.
"What's public is for eternity, what's private is for a moment?" Although Wan Zhang only whispered in a low voice, Fu Nian, who had profound internal energy and amazing hearing, could naturally hear it clearly.
He muttered silently in his mind, appreciating the infinite meaning in this sentence.
It is precisely because of the clarity that I feel even more shocked.
This is another sentence that is enough to stand alongside the classics of sages.
It was as if he was praising the talent of "Junior Brother Wei Yan", and also seemed to be quite touched by these two sentences.
There was actually a glimmer of light in the corners of the old man's eyes.
"What did senior brother say?" Xunzi asked Wan Zhang eagerly.
He only heard the sentence "Public is for eternity, private is for a moment." However, these two sentences were enough to shock people.
Just like those four sentences before.
"Junior brother, take it and read it." After a moment, Wan Zhang had finished reading, and he carefully handed the bamboo slip to his junior brother Xunzi.
