Lin Yi smiled slightly.
He actually didn't know whether Jiang Liuer's success as a painter had the support of the Ma family. However, given Jiang Painting Sage's current desolate situation, no one supports his painting practice. If he wants to become a third-level scholar, the probability of enlightenment and becoming a saint is almost zero.
Jiang Liuer shook his head and said, "Ma Xiaojun is not my cousin..."
"Um?"
Lin Yi was stunned for a moment and looked at Jiang Liu'er.
Jiang Liuer smiled bitterly and said: "He is my creditor, I owe him money..."
Jiang Liuer told Lin Yi the general situation without reservation, and he did not feel embarrassed.
Borrow money to study and practice instead of living in debauchery or living in poverty.
Lin Yi: "..."
Lin Yi coughed twice. Ma Xiaojun's acting skills were so good that he believed it.
It seems that he just revealed the secret in advance and played a big role in Ma Xiaojun.
Lin Yi then said: "Senior Jiang, I think you can use the power of the Ma family to practice in the future, and they will definitely not refuse!"
"Does it fit?"
Jiang Liu'er was a little moved. The Ma family, a wealthy and prominent family in Hangzhou, had an astonishing amount of wealth and was particularly good at lending money.
There is no one in Hangzhou who does not owe him money.
He even held a cultural gathering at Hangcheng Academy and threatened that if the court did not change, then he would change the court.
The Ma family worships three great Confucians.
The only thing missing is the second-grade Yasheng...
Jiang Liu'er suddenly thought of something, and he finally understood why Ma Xiaojun's attitude changed so quickly.
The other party wants to win over him.
If he is really, as the young saint said, an unprecedented painting saint, then the Ma family will only make a profit but not a loss.
Lin Yidao: "Of course it's appropriate. I'll just pay it back when my senior realizes the Tao and becomes a saint in the future. If you borrow something, pay it back. I believe the Ma family will be very happy to help you, senior, become a sage in painting!"
Jiang Liuer's eyes suddenly turned red.
He looked at Lin Yi gratefully, laughed at himself, and said: "I know that senior is lying to me, I know my qualifications very well, painting saint? What a distant thing, senior may be passing through Hangzhou and happened to see junior I was forced into debt, so I came to the rescue... The junior thanks the senior!"
Jiang Liuer stood up and bowed solemnly to Lin Yi.
Lin Yi was stunned and said with a wry smile: "Senior, have you heard of the spiritual realm?"
Jiang Liu'er said: "I've heard of it, and I know a little bit about it... But it seems that only Yuanshen can go in. It's a place for cultivating Yuanshen!"
Lin Yi nodded, looked at Jiang Liu'er seriously and said: "This junior comes from the spiritual realm to talk to you, the senior who is the sage!"
"First... first saint? Will I really become a saint?" Jiang Liu'er looked at Lin Yi blankly, and a seed quietly sprouted in his heart.
"Yes!" Lin Yi said seriously.
Jiang Liuer suddenly squatted on the ground, choked and sobbed.
Having lived in poverty for half his life, he chose the offbeat path of painting. He thought this would be the end of his life, but Lin Yi's words gave him hope and endless motivation.
Lin Yi said nothing and looked at Jiang Liu'er quietly, feeling sad in his heart.
He also didn't expect that... as the sage of the Jiang family of all schools of thought, he would have such a past.
He suddenly discovered that no matter which saint he was, he must have experienced the ups and downs of the world before he realized the great way.
A person who is talented and the best in the world may not necessarily be a saint, but a person who has experienced hardships and still has hope for the world and is determined to change the world, even if he cannot achieve enlightenment and become a saint, is no different from a saint in people's hearts.
Just like the world Lin Yi lived in in his previous life, God did not give birth to teachers. Eternity is like a long night. It was he who made the people stand up and become the masters of the world.
What is this if not a saint?
Lin Yi didn't say anything, just watched Jiang Liu'er vent his emotions.
for a long time.
Jiang Liuer wiped away his tears with his washed-out Confucian shirt, looked up at Lin Yi, bowed his hands, and then asked, "What should I call you?"
"Lin Yi!"
"Okay...Okay, Master Lin, can you tell me what the future will be like? Is the world in chaos? How are the people living? The culture must be prosperous!"
Jiang Liu'er looked at Lin Yi expectantly.
Lin Yi smiled and said: "Literature is prosperous, the Dayan Dynasty and hundreds of schools of thought coexist in the world, and the people have both bitterness and sweetness, but fortunately there is Your Majesty who loves the people like a son... the future is very good!"
Jiang Liu'er said: "Okay, that's great. It's a pity that I won't have the chance to see it again. Even if it is true as Master Lin said, I can become a painting saint in the future..."
Lin Yi sighed inwardly.
Saints cannot live forever, but they will silently guard the world in the Confucian Temple.
"Master Lin, my Jiang family..." Jiang Liu'er asked, hesitating to speak.
Lin Yi then looked at the dilapidated courtyard and said with a smile: "Because of you, the Jiang family became famous as a painter of hundreds of schools of thought. Hangzhou was also renamed Painting City. After breaking away from the Dayan Dynasty, the Jiang family also became the leader of Painting City. Owner."
"This house is like a palace to him, and there are many talented people in the Jiang family."
Jiang Liuer frowned and said: "How can we break away from the Dayan Dynasty? Even if there are hundreds of schools of thought, they are still the hundreds of schools of thought of the imperial court. Without the empire built by the imperial court and the hearts of all people, how can the world be stable? How can the Jiang family be stable? Can the house be turned into a palace? Are they going to rebel? How can the Lord of Heaven and Earth forget his roots?"
Lin Yi was surprised. Isn't it Jiang Liuer's intention that the Jiang family has become like this?
He bowed to Jiang Liu'er and said, "On behalf of the ancestors of the Lin family, I would like to thank my seniors for their recognition of the Dayan imperial court..."
"Master Lin, could it be that you are..." Jiang Liu'er thought of something and his eyes widened.
Lin Yi nodded and said: "This junior is the Crown Prince of Dayan!"
Buzz!
Jiang Liuer's head buzzed, and he felt like his head was about to explode.
But soon Jiang Liuer realized something and asked: "Master Lin, since you entered the spiritual realm from the sage's enlightenment field, are you in the Jiang family in the future?"
"Well, I just happened to travel to your Jiang family, and I am accepting the painting challenge from your Jiang family children. I happened to draw the horse picture that you are good at. I had nothing to do, and I was wondering if I could talk to the ancestor..."
Lin Yi did not hide this matter.
Jiang Liu'er cares about the imperial court, which means... he may have a chance to get the Jiang family to submit to the imperial court.
"Am I good at horse pictures?"
Jiang Liuer was puzzled because he was good at painting people, but he still asked: "Master Lin, can you show me your paintings?"
"Can!"
At this time, Lin Yi was fortunate to have the Yuanshen Najie given by Deng Tai'a, and he happened to put the "Six Horses Picture" in the Yuanshen Najie.
He took out the "Six Horses" and placed it on the stone table beside him.
Jiang Liu'er leaned over to take a look, and subconsciously exclaimed: "Okay, the painting is so good, so expressive... I'm not good at writing, so I don't know how to express it, but Master Lin, your painting is so good, lifelike, and very expressive." The strength and charm are all in place, many, many times stronger than me!"
He suddenly had the idea of copying...
"It's not as good as painting the horse of the senior saint." Lin Yi chuckled.
"Master Lin is humble..."
Jiang Liu'er was about to say something, but suddenly found that Lin Yi's spirit began to fade, and asked in surprise: "Master Lin, what's wrong with you?"
Lin Yi had had this experience before and said: "I have stayed in history for long enough. It's time to leave. Senior Painting Sage... insist on walking your own path. If we are destined, maybe you and I can see each other again..."
Lin Yi's soul and the picture of six horses disappeared in the long river of history.
Jiang Liu'er was left with a look of reluctance.
To him, everything Lin Yi said to him was like a dream of a poor scholar...
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Happy National Day~ Mmmah!
