Zhao Tai: "???"
"Ha ha!"
Lin Yi saw the embarrassment on Zhao Tai's face and said with a smile: "There is no such thing as pie in the sky, let alone enlightenment and becoming a saint. The ability of the first saint to become a saint has nothing to do with me. Maybe it was just some words that accidentally gave the late sage some insight."
"Be down-to-earth and practice hard. When the time comes, maybe the other side is just under your feet!"
Lin Yi smiled.
He never thought that he was as capable as the former saint. All he did was just to carry on the past saint's teachings.
Because...his poems, articles, and insights are all written by sages from previous generations.
Lin Yi never thought that he was talented.
Always humbly implement our ambitions so as to be worthy of the saints and sages and live up to the masterpieces they left behind.
Zhao Tai scratched his head, nodded and said, "I understand!"
He is not discouraged.
It’s not that His Highness the Crown Prince didn’t give advice, it’s that the time has not yet come.
…
at the same time.
Qingshan Academy.
At the top of the first peak, the white-haired dean looked in the direction of Mount Tai. He felt something in his heart and muttered: "Mount Tai has broken the formation..."
"Sage Wuwei still gave the key to breaking the formation to Prince Lin Yi."
"This Prince Dayan can always bring surprises to people. I am very curious about his purpose of breaking open Taishan?"
"Isn't it about building an academy?"
The white-haired dean smiled and whispered: "Qingshan Academy is neutral. If you want to suppress the Holy Academy in this battle, the academy is indeed a feasible way."
"But given the current situation of the imperial court, building an academy is not an easy task, and it takes time."
"It's too late!"
He could probably guess a few moves the court would make, but almost all of them were difficult to execute.
but.
Lin Yi is the variable in the court.
No one knows the final direction of the chess game.
"Under the premise that the imperial court currently lacks only one golden dragon of luck, the Imperial Way also has great hope in the battle for orthodoxy..."
The white-haired dean gave a wry smile and said, "It shouldn't be a problem to let my granddaughter... get on the bus in advance, right?"
He was lost in thought.
The more I think about it, the more I think I can plan this step in advance.
…
Beijing.
Jiang Qinghe, the young master of the Jiang family, walked out of the restaurant.
A carriage stopped in front of him.
Jiang Qinghe got on the carriage and said: "Qingshan Academy!"
"yes!"
Shortly after.
At the foot of Qingshan Academy, Jiang Qinghe was stopped by a closed disciple of the academy, asking: "Who are you?"
Jiang Qinghe chuckled, cupped his hands and said, "The descendant of the Painting Saint, Jiang Qinghe, the young master of the Jiang family!"
The closed disciple was stunned.
His attitude suddenly became more respectful, and he returned the greeting: "It turns out to be Young Master Jiang. I wonder what Young Master Jiang is talking about when he comes to the academy?"
"Visit Senior Li Mobai, the new saint of the academy!" Jiang Qinghe said.
Li Mobai can be regarded as the new sage of painting, and he comes from the same family as the Jiang family. In addition to inviting the prince for a study tour, he came to Beijing this time.
Another thing is to visit the new saint of Qingshan Academy, Li Mobai.
"Okay, I'll report it right now, wait a minute!"
The closed disciple nodded and explained: "The academy is investigating some matters and is in a closed state. I hope you can understand."
"I understand!"
Jiang Qinghe smiled and nodded, expressing his understanding.
The closed disciple handed over his hand and then entered the academy to report.
About a quarter of an hour later.
The closed disciple came back panting and said: "Young Master Jiang, sir, please come over and I will show you the way!"
"Thank you!"
Jiang Qinghe nodded slightly and followed behind the closed disciple to the Shoufeng Book Pavilion.
…
In the bookstore.
Li Mobai was immersed in calligraphy and painting, and his whole body exuded a holy and Confucian temperament.
He was painting a scene of a young man giving poems, wine, and swords to the Immortal.
The edge of Jianshan cliff.
The young man is holding the poem "Zhenguo" in his hand, and opposite him is a drunken swordsman with a noble temperament. The whole thing is a picture of a good poem presented to the swordsman.
There is a supreme charm flowing in the painting, as if everything can come alive.
But he can only stop writing now.
Because he already knew that the little guy from the Jiang family was already on his way to the bookstore.
Li Mobai frowned slightly and said in a low voice: "Why does that little guy from the Jiang family come to visit? To get close to him?"
Not long after.
"Master!"
The voice of the closing disciple sounded outside the book pavilion, saying: "The young master of the Jiang family has arrived."
"Let him in!"
Li Mobai spoke.
The door to the bookstore also opened in response.
"Thank you Master Li!"
Jiang Qinghe then entered the book pavilion.
The disciple who led the way closed the door of the bookstore and then stepped back respectfully.
Jiang Qinghe entered the book pavilion and smelled the particularly strong fragrance of ink. He was overflowing with talent and his eyes suddenly lit up.
He knew that Li Mobai must be painting, otherwise this situation would not have happened.
Jiang Qinghe then saw Li Mobai, walked over, bowed and said: "Jiang Qinghe, my junior, has met Master Li!"
"Jiang Qinghe? Sit down!"
Li Mobai was very considerate to the disciples of hundreds of families and motioned Jiang Qinghe to take a seat.
He was sitting cross-legged on the futon in the library, with a wine gourd beside him.
Jiang Qinghe also sat cross-legged on the futon, looked at Li Mobai, and said, "Mrs. Li, this junior has come to visit my senior on the orders of my father. Congratulations to my senior for reaching the top of the other side of the painting path and becoming a saint!"
Li Mobai looked at Jiang Qinghe and said calmly: "Then what?"
"???"
Jiang Qinghe was stunned for a moment.
Li Mobai smiled and said: "You also visited and congratulated me. Is there anything else?"
He was obsessed with painting and was pressed for time.
He wanted to make another sacred painting and give it back to Lin Yi to express his gratitude to Lin Yi for his poem.
Jiang Qinghe looked a little embarrassed. He didn't expect Li Mobai to be so disrespectful to him.
But he wasn't angry either.
Ya Sheng has a temper, which is completely normal.
"There's nothing else to do. The main reason I came here this time is to visit Master Li, and take a look at Master Li's enlightenment paintings and learn from them!"
Jiang Qinghe looked at Master Li with a smile.
He was more concerned about the paintings Master Li relied on to achieve enlightenment.
Li Mobai shook his head and said: "I don't have any paintings of enlightenment."
Jiang Qinghe said in surprise: "No? How is this possible?"
Li Mobai smiled and said: "Nothing is impossible, but I am currently working on a sacred painting and don't have much time to chat with Young Master Jiang. Please come back!"
He stood up and saw off the guests.
Jiang Qinghe smiled awkwardly. Seeing that Li Mo was talking in vain, he had no choice but to stand up, cupped his hands and said, "Then I'll take my leave first!"
Just took two steps.
Jiang Qinghe suddenly turned around and said: "Master Li, this junior...can I have the honor to view the holy paintings?"
View sacred paintings.
Just like studying Mingfu's poems, it has unexpected benefits.
If the visual sense brought by the sacred painting is strong enough, it can directly nourish the soul.
"It's not okay, I'm afraid of hurting your soul!" Li Mobai declined politely.
"Haha, senior, you are serious!"
When Jiang Qinghe saw that Li Mobai did not refuse forcefully, he thought it was funny and said quickly: "This junior is now at the fifth level, and his soul is protected by Hua Dao gauze, so he will be fine!"
Li Mobai said: "Are you sure?"
Jiang Qinghe smiled and said, "Sure!"
"good!"
Li Mobai did not refuse anymore and said: "It's just the final stage now. Since you are the Queen of Painting Saints, maybe you can provide me with some ideas..."
"Maybe it's possible!"
Jiang Qinghe is full of confidence. He believes that with his own vision and painting skills, Ya Sheng's paintings can also give some guidance.
Based on this alone, he is much better than Prince Dayan.
The chapter in the early morning was updated at three o'clock, but the crawling was slow. There are two more chapters that will be released together, but I guess it will be very late.
