Evil Master and Disciple

Soon, Ye Feng and Gu Tianshi arrived in front of the Sage Building.

Gu Tianshi walked forward, pushed open the small wooden door, and made a gesture of invitation to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng said: "We get along quite well, come in and sit together."

Gu Tianshi immediately shook his head and laughed dryly, "Not everyone can enter the Saint Building. My rank is far from reaching the level of being able to enter and exit the Saint Building. Master Ye, the head of the courtyard is waiting for you upstairs. Please go in."

"Oh, that's how it is!"

Ye Feng didn't say anything else. He bowed to Gu Tianshi and walked into the Sage Building.

Ye Feng now feels more intuitively that the class difference is even greater than the difference between humans and pigs.

If he had not traveled to this world, with his status as a lowly cattle and horses in his previous life, he would never have understood the huge class gap between people.

Although Gu Tianshi was an editor in the Hanlin Academy and had no real power, he was still an official of the fourth rank.

In his previous life, Gu Tianshi must have been the head of a city’s education bureau.

But now, not only is he waiting for me at the door, he also invites me to go shopping.

Why didn't he wait for someone else? Why didn't he invite someone else?

Isn't it just to please yourself and get closer to me?

As for why he wanted to please me, I could figure it out with my butt. It was because of the poems and essays I copied, and because I was accepted as a disciple by Qiu Changlin.

The most important thing is, Qiu Changlin has so many disciples, how many of them can enter the Sage Building to be taught by him individually? And how many of them can enter in the middle of the night?

Gu Tianshi is a very good person, so naturally we have to please him.

However, Ye Feng did not feel any aversion to this kind of flattery.

He made an appointment with Gu Tianshi that he would drive a carriage to the Rulin Posthouse at dusk tomorrow and take him to the secret door in the name of taking him to the Hanlin Academy to study.

The second time I entered the Saint Building, I wasn’t as nervous as last night.

He went straight up the stairs and came to the seventh floor where Qiu Changlin was.

Qiu Changlin was reading a book. When he saw Ye Feng come in, he just raised his eyelids.

"Student Ye Daqi greets the teacher!"

Qiu Changlin was very satisfied and said, "Let me see what you think of this calligraphy, sir?"

Qiu Changlin moved his fingers slightly, and a piece of calligraphy floated in front of Ye Feng.

"The lights are on at midnight and the rooster crows at dawn, it is the time for men to study.

The black hair doesn't know how to study early, and the white head regrets being late in studying.

Written by Qiu Changlin in the Sage Tower on the twelfth day of the twelfth month of the Guihai year.

Ye Feng stared at the words in a daze.

The most important thing is the signature below.

It also had Qiu Changlin’s personal seal on it.

"Don't be so bear-faced!" Ye Feng cursed secretly in his heart.

This old man is so shameless that he actually took this poem encouraging learning for himself.

Once this calligraphy of his is hung up, everyone will think that this poem encouraging learning was written by Qiu Changlin. Who would know that it was written by Ye Feng?

"Excellent handwriting! As expected of the head of the Imperial Academy, the teacher's handwriting is so elegant and graceful, as if possessing a spirit. The students are amazed!"

"Oh, if you think this calligraphy is good, then I will hang it up tomorrow."

"Of course I have to hang it up so that everyone can admire my masterpiece and encourage students all over the world to read more and read good books!"

"Since you've said so, sir, I'll just hang it up reluctantly."

Qiu Changlin chuckled.

Gu Tianshi is a man of virtue, and Ye Feng is also a man of virtue.

I copied Yan Zhenqing, and the old man copied me.

It's no big deal.

Qiu Changlin put away the poem encouraging learning, exchanged a few simple greetings with Ye Feng, and then began to shake his head and explain to Ye Feng the importance of writing.

The inheritance of human civilization does not rely solely on language; writing is equally important.

If it is passed down orally, it may be lost after hundreds of years.

Although the writing system is different, the history of civilization written in writing can be passed down from generation to generation.

Therefore, scholars cannot just read, they also have to be able to write.

Confucianism is very mysterious, and one can enter the path through the arts of music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Qiu Changlin's major was books.

As the leader of the six sub-saints today, his calligraphy is priceless.

In today's world, no one can surpass Qiu Changlin in calligraphy.

For the next half hour, Qiu Changlin was like a pedantic old scholar, shaking his head and explaining to Ye Feng the importance of calligraphy.

Qiu Changlin is best at Feibai.

This is a font similar to Songti and Kaishu.

To put it bluntly, it is unrestrained, wild and sloppy, basically the same as cursive script.

Anyone with a lower level of education would have no idea what he was writing about.

Ye Feng always believed that words that are difficult to understand are definitely good words.

Qiu Changlin's Feibai style is difficult to understand.

I really need to study hard so that I can show off among the group of uneducated dandies like the fat and thin monks in the future.

Qiu Changlin had a look at Ye Feng's study last night.

It's not something that can be described as ugly.

Even children who have just started learning for a few years can write better than Ye Feng.

After learning that Ye Feng would be staying in the capital for a while, Qiu Changlin taught him according to his aptitude and let Ye Feng start practicing from the most basic level.

For the whole night, Ye Feng held the brush and practiced the stroke techniques of Feibai style.

This made Ye Feng speechless.

I thought that this old man was just taking advantage of my poor calligraphy to force me to be his disciple, hoping to cheat me out of some of my poems and essays.

It turned out that the old man actually spent the whole evening teaching himself how to write.

I have to practice calligraphy for almost an hour before I can take a break for a cup of tea.

During this period, Qiu Changlin spent most of his time reading and rarely communicated with Ye Feng.

Ye Feng felt his wrist getting heavier and heavier, and he felt very regretful. He wondered why he came to the Hanlin Academy to steal luck last night.

Now it’s okay, it feels like we’re back to the time before the college entrance examination.

As dawn approached, Ye Feng yawned and said, "Teacher, let's stop here for today. It's already been four hours, and my wrist is about to break!"

Qiu Changlin checked the manuscripts scattered in front of Ye Feng.

"Well, you've made some progress. Keep going. Within thirty years, you'll definitely achieve something in calligraphy."

Ye Feng was speechless.

Thirty years?

I'm a monk! I don't want to be a calligrapher! I'd rather spend thirty years practicing calligraphy than lose my mind.

Of course, I can only think about this in my heart, and I certainly don’t dare say it in front of this great scholar.

Now Ye Feng also has some understanding of Qiu Changlin.

He seems to be no different from the old scholars who teach everyone in our impression.

There is nothing to say about his character.

Even if he wanted to copy Ye Feng's poems, he would show them to Ye Feng and ask for his opinion. He would not copy them secretly like some guy named Ye.

After confirming that Qiu Changlin had a very upright character and was worthy of the title of the Second Sage of Confucianism, Ye Feng decided in his heart to share the Confucian cultivation method he got from the magic pen with Qiu Changlin.

Of course, sharing is secondary. He mainly wants to use Qiu Changlin's Confucian knowledge to help him translate the content of that mental method.