Creation Color Master

The old man left after tasting Chu Mo's wine, and said before leaving that they would meet again.

At the same time, he threw Chu Mo something similar to a jade plate, on which was carved a green plum tree. Chu Mo recognized that this was the spiritual tree that produced the green plums of the soul.

Tang Feichen watched everything in confusion from the side. The old man didn't seem to even look at him from beginning to end. He was completely ignored.

This made Tang Feichen feel somewhat depressed. Of course, it was not because he was jealous of Chu Mo, but because he had doubts about his own talent for cultivation.

Sarliang on the side whispered to Chu Mo: "My lord, that old man is so strong. I seem to have lost the idea of ​​resisting him. In my perception, he is not weaker than General Lin Mingwei."

Chu Mo was shocked when he heard this. Although he guessed that the other party was a strong man in the academy, he didn't expect him to be so strong.

So, he touched Tang Feichen who was a little shocked and said, "Feichen, do you know the origin of that old man just now? Is he also a teacher of the academy?"

Tang Feichen shook his head and said, "I don't know. I have never seen him in the academy. Could he be someone from another academy?"

Neither of them knew the old man's identity, and they didn't dwell on it too much, and continued to taste the plum wine.

The two chatted and laughed, and before they knew it, it was already noon and the academy began distributing meals.

Chu Mo stood up and stretched his body, then said, "It's noon now, and my stomach is starting to protest. Fei Chen, how about we go and try some of the academy's food?"

Tang Feichen smiled and said, "Okay, although I have been to the academy many times, I have never tasted the food there. Let's go and take a look today."

The dining hall is where the students of the academy eat. At this moment, people have already started queuing up for their meals.

Chu Mo and Tang Feichen mingled among them, waiting for their meals.

Soon, it was Chu Mo's turn. He saw a combination of one meat and two vegetable dishes, plus white jade steamed buns.

The academy distributed such food for free, which Chu Mo thought was already very abundant.

Just when Chu Mo and Tang Feichen found a place to sit down, a scholar in gray was sitting opposite them. When he saw Chu Mo and Tang Feichen, his face suddenly turned gloomy.

Beside him, several scholars surrounded the scholar in gray like stars surrounding the moon.

Chu Mo seemed to notice the unfriendly look in the gray-clothed scholar's eyes, but they had no interaction at all, so he didn't care.

Just as Chu Mo and Tang Feichen were eating and chatting with relish, the man in gray finished his meal and left with a cold snort.

Chu Mo looked up and happened to meet the eyes of the gray-clothed scholar who turned around. He felt a strong hostility in the scholar's eyes.

Chu Mo was a little confused and felt puzzled.

Time passed quietly in the exchanges among many students.

In the past day, since Tang Tianyu was called away by the teacher, he just came once to arrange a place for them to stay for the night.

This is Tang Tianyu’s exclusive courtyard in the academy, and there is a bamboo forest around it.

The location is relatively remote, but the environment is peaceful, a good place to cultivate one's character, read books and recite poetry.

But Tang Tianyu seemed really busy. After arranging accommodation for the group, he left in a hurry again.

Although Chu Mo was curious, he didn't ask any more questions.

But after a conversation with the old man he met during the day, Chu Mo suddenly realized a problem, that is, although Haozhou is now on the right track, it seems to still lack an academy to educate the people of Haozhou, and there is no leading figure among the hundreds of schools.

The literary banquet held some time ago was also issued in the name of the governor. It was necessary for Chu Mo to decide to build a college.

But what Chu Mo wants is certainly not a Haozhou where "Confucianism is the only orthodoxy", but a Haozhou where "a hundred flowers bloom and a hundred schools of thought contend".

Building a college is a major matter that requires long-term planning, but as it concerns leading figures, Chu Mo feels that he can make use of the exchange conference this time.

On the second day, Chu Mo and Tang Feichen came to the place where they were yesterday again. Today was the time for the teachers to answer questions from the students.

In the courtyard, Chu Mo suddenly realized that there were far more people in the courtyard today than yesterday. It seemed that there were quite a few people who came specifically to seek answers from the Twelve Masters.

Chu Mo quietly scanned the courtyard, and when he looked in a certain direction, he couldn't help but smile.

On the other side, several students were competing in the poems they had written recently, while a man in a gray robe standing nearby was watching the competition with great interest.

The man in gray robe had a short beard and looked to be in his thirties. He had a bit of the temperament of a teacher. He just listened quietly to the quarrel between several young students.

Suddenly, one of the students seemed to notice the man and said, "Sir, you just heard our poems. Could you please appreciate them and rank us?"

The gray-robed man said with a smile, "My name is Fan Xiwen. I came from another state. I happened to encounter such a conference held by the academy. I felt it was strange and came here to join in the fun. I have no knowledge of poetry, so I am afraid I will disappoint you."

After the student understood, he did not force it. The few of them quarreled over the poetry again, and they even wanted to take it to the teacher of the academy to see who was better.

Fan Zhongyan's eyes flickered. There was a surge of talent here, and there were many talented Confucianists. Since he had been summoned by his lord to represent the Confucianists of Haozhou, he could not avoid showing off his skills at the conference.

Name: Fan Zhongyan

Weapons: Wenwu Pen, Zhongxing Sword

Practice: "Wen Zheng Youle Confucian Classic"

Faction: Human (Confucianism)

Potential: Kaiwen Palace

Cultivation: Peak of the Second Level of Body-Replenishing Stage

Introduction: Fan Zhongyan, courtesy name Xiwen, was a thinker, politician, and writer in the Northern Song Dynasty. He was known as "Fan Wenzheng Gong" and was posthumously named "Wenzheng".

Fan Zhongyan was a man of both civil and military talents, and had served in many official posts, including military officer, county magistrate, secret cabinet editor, and judge. He was repeatedly demoted for his impartiality and outspokenness. After the outbreak of war, he served as the deputy envoy of Shaanxi's economic strategy, appeasement and recruitment, and adopted the policy of "garrisoning for a long time" to consolidate the northwest border defense.

Later, he was promoted to the imperial court by Emperor Renzong of Song Dynasty. Soon after, he launched the "Qingli New Deal" to promote reforms, but the new deal failed and Fan Zhongyan asked to leave the capital. Later, he died on the way to take office. Emperor Renzong of Song Dynasty personally wrote the inscription on his stele as "Stele of Praise for Virtue" and later gave him the titles of Grand Tutor, Minister of the Central Secretariat and Minister of the Chancellery, and Duke of Wei.

On the road at the foot of the mountain, a middle-aged scholar seemed to be late and walked slowly. He was neither hurried nor slow, more like a tourist enjoying the scenery, carefully feeling the power of literature and Taoism between heaven and earth.

There is no one on the mountain road now. If there were someone here, they would find that as the middle-aged scholar took step by step, the power of literature and Taoism around him seemed to become more and more intense, and even the power of literature and Taoism seemed to be stirring, as if welcoming the newcomer.

In a thatched hut deep in the academy, four people were sitting opposite each other, two old men and two middle-aged men. They were the three presidents of the academy and Xianyang King Tang Tianyu.

"In recent years, there have been fewer and fewer Confucian geniuses. Although there are academies throughout Yunzhou, up to now, no leading Confucian figure of this generation has been found. If this continues for a long time, I am afraid that Confucianism will gradually decline."

The person who spoke was an old man, with a look of regret on his face.

Another middle-aged man continued, "Brother Wenxuan is right. In the past, whether it was your generation or my generation and the prince's, geniuses emerged one after another. For example, more than half of the Twelve Masters were Confucian scholars who lived in the same era as us."

The old man in the lead said, "What Ximing said is correct. Although Xu Yanjun, Shi Huaili and others in the academy are also outstanding people of this generation, their Confucianism and Taoism are only at the level of the Twelve Masters. I am afraid that there is no one like Ximing."

"That's why I thought of using this exchange conference to invite people from all over the world to hold a literary competition to see the level of Confucian students from other states."

"And move out the Wenshan Lingbao of the academy to see if anyone in the academy can inherit it and create a leader in the academy."

Then he seemed to remember something and said to Tang Tianyu: "Your Majesty, I wonder if the test I asked you to arrange can be completed."

Tang Tianyu smiled and said, "Don't worry, I have found a suitable candidate. This time the competition will be about famous places and historical sites. He will be asked to write an article. I have ordered him to prepare early, so I think there will be no problem."

"I hope someone can surpass him in cheating. Otherwise, our efforts will be in vain."