Creation Color Master

After arriving in Hongdu City, Chu Mo was naturally not in a hurry to leave. Having rushed here early in the morning, it was natural for him to stroll around the city.

Fenglailou is a well-known restaurant in Hongdu City, popular for its affordable meals.

Chu Mo and his group chose a seat by the window. Chu Mo looked at the menu and ordered roast lotus duck, white fungus and corn soup, braised beef in soy sauce, and clear soup noodles.

The food was soon served on the table. Looking at the delicious food, Chu Mo's appetite was greatly stimulated.

Just as Chu Mo was enjoying the roast duck and looking at the busy street, he could faintly hear the sound of reading nearby.

The sound was particularly obvious in the noisy street, and Chu Mo even vaguely felt that the literary energy between heaven and earth was gathering towards him.

Chu Mo had only felt the ability to draw on the literary energy of heaven and earth in Chen Gong before, and now he has someone like that by his side.

Li Wan'er was no longer at the table, but there was a man with a serious face, a calm and wise temperament, deep and bright eyes, and a sense of insight into the world.

This person is none other than Wei Zheng.

After exchanging a glance with Wei Zheng, Chu Mo called the waiter and said, "Waiter, I want to ask what is next to us. I heard the sound of reading. Could it be a private school?"

The waiter was stunned when he heard this, then smiled and said, "Your Excellency must be from another place. Next door is the well-known Mingchu School, which was established by Mr. Wenchang at his own expense. He selects poor children of appropriate age in the city for free admission. Everyone in Hongdu City knows this."

The waiter seemed to be talking about himself. He became more and more excited as he spoke, and told all the stories about Mr. Wenchang like he knew them all by heart.

Chu Mo didn't disturb him and just listened with relish.

He even thoughtfully brought the waiter a cup of tea when he was thirsty.

Chu Mo discovered that Mr. Wenchang was indeed a talented person. He liked teaching and was well-versed in Confucian classics. In just a few years since he came here, he had trained more than a dozen scholars and three juren. While educating people, he also opened up a bright road for the poor.

Chu Mo didn't expect that there was such a strange person in Hongdu City, so he wanted to visit and make friends with him.

I heard from the waiter that Mr. Wenchang really likes bamboo and is indifferent and peaceful.

Chu Mo prepared to ask Tian Yiheng to paint a calligraphy work as a gift for his unexpected visit.

After eating and drinking, Tian Yiheng finished his calligraphy, so Chu Mo paid the bill and left.

Next to it is an elegant courtyard. The bluestone steps in front of the door are polished smooth, which shows that countless people visit every day.

Chu Mo knew that Mr. Wenchang was teaching at the moment, and visiting him rashly would disturb the students' class time, so he carefully looked at every brick and tile of the courtyard.

Just as Chu Mo was wandering back and forth outside the school gate, an enthusiastic lady came over with a basket of vegetables and said, "Young man, you are here to worship Mr. Wenchang as your teacher, right? You are late, and the teacher's quota for teaching is full."

Chu Mo smiled and said, "Sister-in-law, you misunderstood. We are just students passing by. We heard that a very famous gentleman lives here, so we came to visit."

The woman looked at everyone carefully, and then said, "You and the two behind you have the temperament of scholars, but the monk and the old man over there don't."

Chu Mo smiled and said, "Sister-in-law, one of them is my bodyguard, and the other is a Buddhist monk. Besides, although the Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism have different philosophies, they all take educating the people as their responsibility, but the methods are different."

The woman smiled and said, "I am just a woman, I don't understand the principles in the book, but I have to remind you that the teacher doesn't like people to be disturbed when he is teaching, you should wait until the students finish school before going."

Chu Mo naturally knew this truth, but school usually didn't end until the evening and he didn't have much time, which made Chu Mo feel conflicted.

Chu Mo felt deeply sorry that he was afraid that he would not have the chance to meet Mr. Wenchang this time, but he could only visit him again when he returned.

Just when Chu Mo wanted to leave, the gate was suddenly opened, and a boy walked out. He looked around, then stopped his gaze on Chu Mo and said, "Excuse me, are you guys here to visit my master?"

Chu Mo quickly returned the greeting and then said, "It is me. I wonder if the boy has any instructions?"

The boy said, "My master said that there is a friend outside the door, so he asked me to invite you in."

Chu Mo was overjoyed when he heard this. He said goodbye to the woman next to him and followed the boy into the academy.

I saw that the environment inside was beautiful, with towering rocks, flowing water, swaying bamboos all around, and mottled light and shadows. It was truly a secluded place for hermits to live. In addition, there was a formation operating here to keep the noise of the street out.

Soon, Chu Mo saw an elegant man in a green shirt. He had gray hair and was holding a book in his hand. He was looking at this side with a smile on his face.

As the distance got closer, Chu Mo felt that the gentleman in front of him was becoming more and more extraordinary. The shadow of the Wen Palace emerged behind him, with flickering lights inside, as if a saint was reciting articles, making people dare not have the slightest blasphemous heart.

Chu Mo could almost instantly determine that this person was a Confucian cultivator of the third realm.

There was still some distance between them, so Chu Mo clasped his fists and bowed, saying, "Junior Chu Mo, meeting Mr. Wenchang. I am taking the liberty of visiting you and bringing you a small gift. Please don't blame me, Mr. Wenchang."

"It is the fault of the juniors to interrupt the teacher's teaching."

Yang Jiye and others also saluted with their fists clasped, but Wei Zheng alone performed the student's salute.

Yan Wenchang smiled and said, "Please stand up quickly. No need to be polite. The students are reviewing their articles now. I also feel the righteous spirit outside the door, so I invite you all in to have a chat."

After saying that, he glanced at Wei Zheng.

Then he said again: "Don't be shy, I have prepared tea, please come in and have a chat."

After saying that, he looked at the boy beside him and said, "Qingfeng, please take care of the students."

Chu Mo bowed again and said, "Then we will bother you, Senior."

Inside the house, the host and the guest took their seats. Yan Wenchang waved his hand and the cups filled with tea on the table landed steadily in front of everyone.

Wei Zheng said, "On behalf of all my companions, I would like to thank you for the tea, sir."

Chu Mo took a sip of the tea and his expression suddenly froze. A cool feeling rushed into his sea of ​​consciousness and even his mental strength increased a little.

As Yan Wenchang looked at Wei Zheng, he felt more and more satisfied.

Finally, he couldn't help but speak: "My name is Yan Wenchang, and I am currently serving as the Grand Secretary of Wenyuan Pavilion, a second-rank official. However, I don't like power, so I stayed away from the imperial capital and wrote books here, copied and collected Confucian classics, sorted out memorials, and taught people in my spare time. This is also one of my hobbies."

Chu Mo was stunned when he heard that. Why was he introducing himself for no reason? Seeing that Yan Wenchang had no intention of stopping, he did not dare to say anything.

Yan Wenchang went on to say, "I have accepted three disciples in my life. The first one is Zhou Wenjin, who is currently the governor of Yunzhou and a third-rank official. The second one is Ruan Xingwen, who is the junior official of the Dali Temple and a fourth-rank official. The third one is Guo Ziyou, who is the chief priest of the Imperial Academy and a fourth-rank official. He has lived up to my teachings."

Wei Zheng and Yao Guangxiao's eyes flickered, as if they had thought of Yan Wenchang's plan.

Chu Mo secretly memorized these names. They were all people holding important positions, so he would naturally make friends with them if he had the chance.

Yan Wenchang looked at Wei Zheng and asked, "Wei Zheng, if I am not mistaken, you should be taking the path of a minister of remonstrance, which is a very difficult path to take. Do you really dare to face the emperor and plead for the people?"

Wei Zheng stood up and said respectfully: "Sir, since I have the courage to understand this truth, I should care about the people of the world and give them frank advice and advice. Why shouldn't I dare to do so?"

Looking at Wei Zheng with a serious face, Yan Wenchang laughed out loud.