After making a sigh, Cai Yong pointed to the direction of Luoyang Palace.

"Eunuchs are rampant, and the emperor ignores government affairs and only seeks pleasure. So no matter how good the scriptures are, what's the use?"

However, Guo Peng could not agree with this idea.

"But if you don't study and work hard, you really can't do anything."

Guo Peng looked at Cai Yong and told his thoughts all the words: "It is useless to just say it, you must do it. Students learn all the Five Classics just to get the qualification to "do it". The situation is corrupt and the people are in trouble, and there must be someone to make changes. You cannot just waste it and erode it, otherwise the world of the Han Dynasty will be in danger."

Cai Yong looked at Guo Peng for a long time, and then sighed.

"You are very similar to Mengde."

“…………”

Guo Peng was stunned when he heard this.

I am very similar to Cao Cao?

What's the meaning?

The passionate young man is a fool?

"When Meng De met me, I asked him about his ambitions. He said that he wanted to make achievements for the Han Dynasty, quell all wars, and restore peace to the world, so that the people can live and work in peace. You are similar to his goals, but you want to do more, which will be more difficult."

After Cai Yong said this, Guo Peng understood what it meant.

Then, Cai Yong smiled again.

"This is not something you can do by studying the Five Classics. Learning the Five Classics is just the beginning. In addition, there are more and more things to do. I have been an official for many years but I still can't find a clue. Can you find it? Is there really a way to save the country in the scriptures?"

"The scriptures are dead, and people live. The wonderful thing about using them lies in one mind. They do not look at the scriptures, but on how they look at them."

Guo Peng remembered Yue Fei's famous saying of using troops and said it.

"The wonderful thing about the use... is it in one mind?"

Cai Yong was stunned for a while, Shaoqing suddenly laughed.

"You and Meng De, you...really look like each other."

Cai Yong laughed for a while, then reached out and opened a wooden box on the piano stage, then took out a roll of bamboo slips and placed them in front of Guo Peng.

"I have accepted your poem, but what's going on with these words? It's not Li, but it's more rigorous than Li, with more square strokes and more obvious cuts. Did you write it yourself?"

"Yes, students practice writing under the guidance of their father since childhood. As they write, they don't remember when they started. They like to write the Li characters more rigorously and squarely. Students think it's more comfortable to write this way."

Cai Yong took a closer look.

"More comfortable? That's all? Some of your pen-breaking methods do not seem to be created for comfort."

“But it’s really comfortable to write.”

Guo Peng didn't know how to tell Cai Yong about this.

I can only say that this is an idea that I practiced too much and accidentally appeared. After putting it into practice, I found that the fonts were beautiful and rigorous, so I wanted to show them to Cai Yong, but there was no other meaning.

"Indeed, the shape of your characters becomes more rigorous and square by changing your pen. It looks like you have a magnificent and righteous spirit and extraordinary momentum. Please write some more and I will take a look."

Cai Yong seemed to be very interested in regular script and asked Guo Peng to write it on the spot. He came to see it, probably because he didn't believe it. He wanted to see it as a truth.

So Guo Peng picked up the brush and bamboo slips beside Cai Yong, straightened his figure, and wrote the fifteenth army again in front of Cai Yong.

"Your method of breaking and using the brush is indeed different from the character "Li". It looks a bit extraordinary. Please write it again and talk to me and wait for me to carefully understand it."

Guo Peng knew that Cai Yong was interested in regular script. He was indeed an old literary youth with a strong literary atmosphere. His interest in art is much higher than his interest in serious business. He was afraid that he would be under the pressure of the Party and the corruption disaster. He had to do so...

Throughout the afternoon, Guo Peng wrote the characters of calligraphy on Cai’s mansion and wrote them for Cai Yong to read.

He also told Cai Yong about his own way of breaking and using the pen. The more Cai Yong read, the more interesting he felt, and bluntly said that Guo Peng's new calligraphy has become a system and has a certain pattern and rules.

Seeing that Cai Yong's interest in Kaizi gradually became more and more interested, Guo Peng took the opportunity to make his request to Cai Yong.

"The Taixue preaches few times and short time. Most of the time, you can read freely and control it. Students hope to follow Cai Yilang to study the scriptures in their spare time. I wonder what Cai Yilang thinks?"

Cai Yong's hand was holding the pen paused, and he leaned a little, and then put down the pen.

"It was originally not willing to accept disciples. Whether it was you or others, I didn't have such plans at the beginning."

"Then now?"

Guo Peng quickly asked because he captured the wavering meaning in Cai Yong's words.

Cai Yong took a deep breath.

"I am now the head of the Dongguan Library. I am responsible for proofreading books in Dongguan and engraving stone scriptures to correct the classics of the world. All fourteen scripture schools are well-known. If you have free time, you can come to Dongguan to find me and help me proofread the books together."

Guo Peng was overjoyed and quickly knelt down and became a disciple, but was held back by Cai Yong.

"Don't worry, Guo Peng, it's not that easy for you to become a disciple. I just promised you to come and proofread the books with me, but I didn't agree to let you become a disciple."

“…………”

Guo Peng was stunned for a moment, and then immediately understood what Cai Yong meant.

"Students understand, and students are willing to follow Cai Yilang to proofread books. When proofreading books, if students don't understand something, they also hope that Cai Yilang can answer the students."

"Can."

Cai Yong smiled and expressed his approval.

Guo Peng initially achieved his goal and compensated Cai Yong for writing regular script. He wrote that he did not leave Cai's mansion until the sun sets.

When Cai Yong saw that it was too late, he didn't leave him for dinner and sent someone to take him away quickly.

When Guo Peng returned to his residence in Taixue, the sun had already set and he almost failed to catch up with the curfew. After returning to his residence, Guo Peng found Zang Hong was waiting for him to come back to have dinner in his room.

"What? Cai Yilang allows you to go to Dongguan to proofread books with him?"

Speaking of what happened today, Zang Hong was shocked and then looked envious: "Did Cai Yilang has decided to accept you as his disciple?"

"That's fine."

Guo Peng shook his head: "How could anyone with the status of Cai Yilang so easily accept disciples? I just got Cai Yilang's permission to go with him to proofread the books, but he has not yet recognized that I am his disciple."

"That's something that many people can't ask for! How did you do it? Can you teach me? After I learn, I'll ask my father to introduce me to a famous teacher, and I will also go directly to become a disciple. It's much better than listening to those people in the Imperial Academy. They only care about speaking and don't care about solving doubts!"

Of course, this is the case in a large classroom with dozens or hundreds of people. Whether you learn well or not depends largely on your personal practice.

Zang Hong did not think he was very smart and talented, so he also longed for a famous teacher. His father hoped to transform from a military general family to a gentry and sent him to the Imperial Academy to become a boy.
Chapter completed!