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Liang Jingcheng didn't care about Ye Changyan's humble words and put down his chopsticks.

"My master has always liked to listen to books. If he knew that I had broadened my horizons today, he would definitely be envious. I wonder if Mr. Ye would be so kind as to come to my house and tell my master a few stories."

Everyone was secretly shocked when they heard this. Everyone present tried to hint at paying Mr. Cai a visit, but was politely declined by Mr. Liang. They did not expect that Mr. Liang would take the initiative to invite Ye Changyan.

Everyone was confused for a moment and speculated on the reason.

Wu Jiaxing was very puzzled. His father, as the magistrate of Wanshou County, wanted to visit Mr. Cai but was not allowed in. However, the other party took the initiative to invite Ye Changyan, who had just passed the examination and had no foundation.

Li Yuanpu was speculating, could it be that Ye Changyan had a past relationship with Mr. Cai or Liang Jingcheng? Otherwise, why did he secretly ask me to introduce Ye Changyan to him before, and now he took the initiative to invite him.

"Mr. Liang, you are too polite. I was just itching to show off my skills today. It was just a trivial skill, just a trivial skill."

Ye Changyan was quite polite, but his words revealed a polite refusal, which made everyone present a little confused.

Liang Jingcheng secretly admired that although Ye Changyan came from a poor family, he was not like those who tried to curry favor with the rich and powerful. He was a humble and upright person. It seemed that this person was worth making friends with.

No one could have imagined that because Ye Changyan did not know the true identity of Mr. Cai behind Liang Jingcheng, Liang Jingcheng would instead look at him with new eyes and think highly of him.

Just when everyone was feeling sorry for Ye Changyan, Liang Jingcheng waved to the attendant behind him. The attendant took two steps to Liang Jingcheng. Liang Jingcheng whispered something to the attendant, and then the attendant quickly left the private room.

Ye Changyan thought it would be better to leave the matter at that. He was still worried about his family's livelihood. How could he have the energy to think about how to go to tell stories to please an old stranger?

Just when everyone thought that the matter was over, the attendant who had left earlier pushed open the door of the private room, walked up to Liang Jingcheng in three or two steps, and handed an exquisitely carved bamboo tube to Liang Jingcheng.

Everyone stared at the bamboo tube in Liang Jingcheng's hand with curiosity, except Ye Changyan, who seemed not to notice it and was holding the teapot to refill his teacup.

"Mr. Ye, come and help me."

Seeing that Ye Changyan's attention was not on him, Liang Jingcheng didn't know whether to be angry or happy, and actually asked him for help.

Hearing someone calling him, Ye Changyan quickly put down the teapot in his hand, and saw Liang Jingcheng taking out a scroll from a beautifully carved bamboo tube.

Then he carefully untied the straps and walked towards the long table not far behind the eight-immortals table.

At Liang Jingcheng's signal, Ye Changyan also came to the long table. The other party placed the scroll on the long table near Ye Changyan's end, and then signaled Ye Changyan to help hold the scroll, while he held the mounting head and slowly unfolded the scroll.

The rest of the people also stood up from the round table and came to the long table. They all stared intently at the scroll that was slowly unfolding under the cooperation of Liang Ye.

As the scroll unfolded, everyone could see clearly that the full text of "Encouraging Learning" was inscribed on it. Every word and line revealed a perfect combination of elegance and naturalness. The beauty of calligraphy art contained in the lines of the entire scroll was overwhelming.

In Ye Changyan's previous life, even writing had been gradually replaced by mobile phones and computers. For Ye Changyan, who traveled through time from such an era, when he saw such a calligraphy scroll, his heart was unconsciously filled with excitement, and he was overwhelmed by the art and beauty revealed between the lines.

The fully unfolded scroll was presented before everyone's eyes, and Ye Changyan couldn't help but admire this ink treasure.

"Who is this hermit from Gushan?"

Ye Changyan saw the signature on the scroll, "Gushan Jushi", and thought that this should be the author's pseudonym, but who is this "Gushan Jushi"? While thinking, he blurted out the name.

Ye Changyan looked through the memories of his original body, but could not find any mention of "The Hermit of Gushan". Then he came back to his thoughts and saw a group of onlookers around him, staring at him in amazement.

Ye Changyan's face turned red and he lowered his head in embarrassment.

Liang Jingcheng felt that Ye Changyan did not seem to be pretending. He said he knew what he knew and didn't know what he didn't know. It was understandable that a student from a poor family didn't know his teacher's name.

The fact that the other party was able to raise questions about things he didn't know showed that the other party was an open-minded person. Liang Jingcheng instead looked up to Ye Changyan even more and began to explain things to the other party seriously.

"This 'Lonely Mountain Hermit' is the first-place scholar of the founding of our Great Sheng Dynasty. He was taught by the great scholar Wu Daoyuan of the previous dynasty and was once the chief priest of the Imperial Academy."

A group of onlookers were all wondering, are these two playing house in front of everyone? One dared to ask, the other dared to answer, and the key is that you asked him who his teacher was in front of his apprentice. A group of onlookers shook their heads and said they didn't understand.

"What's the name of this 'Lonely Mountain Hermit'?"

After listening to Liang Jingcheng's explanation, Ye Changyan realized that this "Gushan Hermit" was actually a high-ranking official. However, there was no information about this official, the Chief Academic Officer of the Imperial College, in his original memory. Seeing the other party's detailed explanation, Ye Changyan continued to ask.

The jaws of a group of onlookers dropped to the ground in shock, while Liang Jingcheng secretly laughed in his heart, thinking that Ye Changyan was really honest and straightforward.

"This 'Lonely Mountain Hermit', his real name is Cai Zhengqing."

"In my opinion, Cai Jijiu's calligraphy is elegant and natural, and the beauty of calligraphy is fully revealed. It is indeed a good piece of calligraphy!"

Ye Changyan looked at the words on the scroll and praised sincerely.

But he didn't expect to shock a bunch of onlookers again. People have introduced you as their teacher, but you still call him Cai Jijiu. Although there is nothing wrong with calling him that, it is a bit disrespectful to the student.

Liang Jingcheng didn't expect Ye Changyan to address the teacher by his official title, but he thought his evaluation of the teacher's calligraphy was just right.

"Since Master Ye likes it, I will present this calligraphy to Master Ye on behalf of the teacher."

A group of spectators, there is no place left for them to express their displeasure.

"That's not possible. Your teacher must have obtained such a good calligraphy by Cai Jijiu, which was probably not easy to come by. I have no merit, and I don't want to take away someone else's good fortune."

The crowd of onlookers had their jaws dropped to the ground in dismay.

Liang Jingcheng was also a little surprised. It turned out that the other party didn't know who his teacher was. He felt a sense of ridicule in his heart, but when he saw the other party's sincere look, he felt relieved.

Although this person passed the examination to become a scholar at the age of sixteen, as a candidate from such a remote county, he was able to get a fairly good ranking in the provincial examination in a big city like Yuzhou Prefecture. He must have devoted himself to learning and had no intention of scheming for personal gain. No wonder he had no intention of visiting the teacher at all. It was ridiculous that I was testing him by inviting him.

"Master Ye, please accept it without worry. This 'Lonely Mountain Hermit' is my master. My master likes to listen to books. I hope that Master Ye can come to my house and read a few stories for him someday. This scroll can be regarded as a gift from my master to you in advance."