Chapter 68 (1/2)

Mr. Xiao hurriedly said, ”can you speak more clearly?”

Fang Yun had to pick up his pen. Taking Lu Yu's painting as an example, he drew the light, dark and gray three sides and projection with a very strange stroke, and explained it in detail.

Lu Yu couldn't understand it, but Mr. Xiao stared at it. At first, his eyes lit up, and then he fell into deep thought. His expression kept changing, but his eyes became darker and darker. Finally, Mr. Xiao lost his eyes and looked at the painting in a daze.

Fang Yun was puzzled and wondered if this painting theory was not applicable to Shengyuan? No way.

The other five scholar students also looked at Mr. Xiao curiously. They didn't know why he was in a daze.

After staying for a quarter of an hour, Mr. Xiao suddenly showed a look of ecstasy and shouted, ”I have the Tao! Today I will enter the Danqing Fangyun Road:” Sir, don't do this. I just said what I thought in my heart. I can't be Mr. Xiao to leave quickly.

Fang Yun sighed. I didn't expect that he could have a new article on the holy way after only saying a few words. Moreover, Fang Yun also heard of the boneless fish. He was happy today, so he said, ”go now!”

”Fang Yun is a real gentleman!” Ning Zhiyuan shouted.

The six people went to Wangjiang building and returned home after a big meal. They didn't drink today. They just ate and chatted. They also mentioned killing demons for a few days.

Fang Yun didn't let Fang Daniu follow. He only brought a talker and walked home all the way.

Now it is more than six o'clock in the evening. The sunset is setting, and the rosy clouds on the horizon are shimmering.

When he arrived at Minghui street, his house was in front. Fang Yun found that many people looked at his door, and there were two carriages parked at his door. Several family like people were around the carriage. Under the front door step stood an old man in Chinese clothes. There was a door board on the side of the old man, and a man lay on the door board.

The man was lying on the door panel with his back up. There was blood around his ass, as if he had been beaten. He was seriously injured.

The man didn't face Fang Yun. Fang Yun couldn't see clearly, but he vaguely guessed a possibility.

Fang Yun walked forward, and the neighbors around him greeted him one after another. The other party was very enthusiastic.

When Fang Yun came to the door, the old man looked at it and looked puzzled. The man lying on the door panel humming turned his head and saw that it was Zhuang Ying.

Zhuang Ying's face was pale because of excessive blood loss. Now he was even more desolate, and his eyes flashed with fear. Then he whispered, ”father, he is Fang Yun.”

Father Zhuang immediately lifted up his robe and wanted to kneel down to Fang Yun. Fang Yun quickly stretched out his hand to stop him and stared at the old man sternly: ”if you dare to kneel down, I'll think you're coming to harm my reputation!”

Fang Yun was annoyed. In this Confucian society, he forced an old man to kneel down to a young man. That's not an ordinary bad name.

Father Zhuang quickly stood up and explained: ”Don't get me wrong! I will never hurt your heart! I just take my unfilial son to make amends to you! I've asked someone to beat him forty sticks and don't even apply medicine to him! I'll put him here now, and I'll listen to you if I want to beat him or punish him. But please spare him a cheap life. Please, little old man, I'm just such a son.”