Chapter Sixty: The Literati

hu Biqiong, keep my word."At this moment, Xiao Xiao peeked at her with a timid expression and whispered, "Sister Zhu... you said you would teach me martial arts."Zhu Biqiong: “…"Looking at those innoc...When I arrived at the Qingya Linzi Villa, it was much emptier than usual.

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The students of the academy bathe once every five days. Today is their day off.

But it is not entirely pure.

Even outside the hospital, Jiang Wang could hear the heartbroken voice of the old dean: "Zhiqi, how can you take it again"

Then came Xu Xiangqian's voice, righteous and bold: "This is just the allowance due to the later-born, merely a little earlier in timing. How can I not receive it"

A teacher's stipend is usually a payment in kind, such as dried meat.

The old dean's voice trembled, probably with anger: "How is this possible! You've already withdrawn for thirty years later!"

"Do you doubt my loyalty to the academy Am I not going to stay here for life Or do you think I won't live past thirty years Are you cursing me—such a vibrant and handsome young man"

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"Go away, go away! Don't you dare bother me!"

"Oh,院長，your attitude is truly unbecoming."

What does "elegant" mean

"Are you trying to go around me Just tell me, will you or won't you!"

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Jiang Wang hesitated for a moment, but still went inside.

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Just as the old dean was asking, "Did you see that door over there What type is it"

Xu Xiangqian clutched his sleeve tightly and said, "Dean, are you blinded by age That's a wall."

"Isn't that so" The old dean sneered, waving his hand dismissively at Xu Xiangqian: "No way!"

“Well done, you!” Xu Xiangqian pointed at his back and said: “When I write a poem to criticize you and make your reputation tarnished, don’t say I didn’t warn you!”

Writing attacks is a rather mainstream way among literati. It encompasses various forms of writing, such as poetry, prose and song lyrics.

Generally speaking, it's a rather serious matter and should be treated with caution.

For example, the phrase by the renowned scholar Mo Ya of Qingya: "To die clinging to wealth and honor, a nameless general who gives his life for his country."

Having nearly nailed Jinghai to the pillar of shame, it wasn't a good reputation for Qi State itself - and therefore few people in Qi State sang about it.

But when faced with such a weighty threat from someone like Xu Xiangqian, a prominent figure in the literary world, the old dean merely let out a cold snort and ignored him completely, showing not the slightest bit of concern.

"Oh dear!"

Xu Xiangqian's forehead tightened, feeling deeply disrespected by the apparent disregard for his talent.

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Upon turning her head, she saw Jiang Wang, and her eyes lit up.

Today, Jiang Wang wore a pure white scholar's robe. His appearance was already scholarly and refined, and his complexion was very good, which set off the white color well. This scholar's robe, usually worn by scholars, was surprisingly suitable for him.

“Brother Jiang, your attire today is worthy of being called the 'Twin Pillars of Gushing Horse Mountain' alongside me!”

...Gan Ma Shan is the tomb he chose for Xu Fang...

Jiang Wang didn't want to be mentioned together with Gao Eitou as they rushed to Ma Shan. He chuckled and said, "When are we leaving"

To say, Xu Xiangqian went out to collect the remains of Xu Fang. Perhaps there were considerations from Qiany Cliff Academy involved, but mostly it was helping Jiang Wang resolve this knot in his heart. This point remained unsaid, both parties understood it implicitly.

"Once the coffin is ready on Bai Shi Street, we can leave."

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Xu Xiangqian said casually, with a hint of resentment in his voice: "Why is it so difficult to advance some tuition Brother Jiang, you tell me, does Dean Liu look down on me"

Jiang Wang declined to comment on this.

Tao, Confucian, and Buddhist schools differ from ordinary sects. Disciples are not all devoted to cultivation; a large portion of them devote themselves to scholarship, immersing themselves in books and classics, without aspiring to transcend the mundane through cultivation. Of course, there are also those who can truly penetrate the classics and achieve enlightenment in one step.

Although院長劉 seems like an ordinary courtyard dean, who knows if there are any intricate relationships hidden within the Qingya Academy's main campus

And regarding this so-called "old-fashioned," he actually held it in respect.

But speaking of it, Xu Xiangqian's prepayment of the burial expenses was obviously for collecting Xu Fang's remains. Jiang Wang couldn't afford this money, and Chong Xuan Sheng wouldn't come forward either.

For this kind of thing, he wouldn't feel comfortable asking others for help. Otherwise, given Old Xu's former carefree nature as a scholar, he wouldn't really need to consider money.

He only held an ordinary teaching position at the villa, and his salary was not much.

As an extraordinary expert, Qingya Academy's main campus wouldn't lack his daily expenses. However, he often roams the four renowned academies, resulting in particularly large expenditures.

Although Qingya Academy is renowned throughout the land, it can't possibly provide for its students like those great families who lavish their sons with resources. So Xu Fang often found himself short of funds, always relying on his friends—and thus, the nickname "Xu Gao'er, never a penny to spare," came about.

"Cough." Jiang Wang thought for a moment: "Money..."

"You needn't worry about this." Xu Xiangqian waved his hand dismissively. "I can handle it easily."

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If it truly came to a point where Jiang Wang had to pay for Xu Fang's funeral arrangements, then Xu Xiangqian intervening would be pointless.

Jiang Wang didn't say much either. After all, for extraordinary experts, this level of wealth wouldn't be a big deal.

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Before leaving the academy, Xu Xiangqian thought about it for a while. He still felt uneasy and ran back to his residence to get an inkstone.

He stood motionless before the courtyard wall, beginning to contemplate.

Jiang Wang didn't know what he was thinking, and she didn't know how to respond. She could only stand awkwardly beside him.

After a long while, Xu Xiangqian's eyes flashed with a spark. With a single hand, he pressed down on the inkstone, grinding out ink of just the right consistency.

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And then, pulling outward, he drew the ink out, using his finger as a brush, and wrote furiously on the wall of Qingya Courtyard!

Title: Qingya Pavilion Farewell

The poem says:

An abbot of enduring learning.

A cloud of smoke and haze shrouds a secluded courtyard.

This meal was so filling I don't think I need another one for a while.

A grass nest cannot shelter a phoenix!

Having finished, he was brimming with confidence and looked at Jiang Wang and said, "How is it"

"This is still owing him a favor, Jiang Wangdao: 'The ink grinding is excellent! The poem is very neat!'"

Well, it's just seven characters per sentence, neat and tidy, a feast for the eyes.

Xu Xiangqian was very satisfied. He flung the inkstone to a clump of flowers in the corner with a flourish and said, "Let's go!"

Jiang Wang followed suit and ran.

> He was far away from the academy.

He suddenly let out another sigh: "Ah."

“What’s wrong, Xu Ge” Jiang Wang was really being supportive today. After all, Xu Xiangqian helped out by handling the burial arrangements for Xu Fang, which was a big help to him.

Xu Xiangqian sighed, "Although Liu Lao the Dean has a stubborn personality, he is actually a good person. I wrote these verses today, intending for them to be widely circulated, wouldn't that ruin his reputation Perhaps... I should just go back and erase them!"

Jiang Wang pondered for a moment, then carefully replied, "I don't think it's necessary..."

"Of course, I'm not saying that your poems lack influence, nor am I saying that they are not well-written. I simply lack the ability to appreciate poetry. What I mean is..."

"A scholar who is clean will clear himself. A man of integrity fears no crooked shadows. Dr. Liu's character is not something that can be determined by one or two poems."

Jiang Wang continued, thinking as he spoke: "Besides, by now he should have seen your poem. Whether or not to keep it, let the old dean decide for himself. If we go back now and run into him..."

It's unclear what persuaded Xu Xiangqian.

In the end, he was persuaded to give up his idea of going back and ending it all.

The two headed straight for their next target—Old Zhang's coffin shop on Xiao Lian Bridge.

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Read with an ardent heart and soaring spirit.harbor any ill feelings towards her as a person. On the contrary, he was quite curious about her.The old man nodded in greeting, then turned and walked ahead, leading Jiang Wang for a few steps before...