After being buried, Zhang Tan was returned to the Taixue Pavilion, Gao Yue met with Wei Duke and Liu De's room in his own room, and discussed, "Our sanctuary is so bad that it sounds so bad, so it must have a loud name."

Because Duke Wei and Liu Deshi don’t think that Chang’an is called Xidu, Luoyang is called Dongdu or Shendu for many years, and everyone will not feel inconsistent at all, but Gao Yue is still worried - he used to write scripts for Silk Road Film and Television City in Xijing City, and he knows a little bit about the entertainment industry. Xidu is homophonic with "xidu", and he always feels a little unhealthy and positive.

"It's better to call Chaoyangpan." Duke Wei suggested.

When Gao Yue heard this name, he held his forehead deeply and said, "It's not good to fight against the original 'Xidu', so change it."

Liu Deshi mentioned a few more names, but Gao Yue was still not satisfied with the head of the pen. Then he murmured and paced around, "In our pen, in addition to the mutual aid of mutual assistance, we should also have a spirit of high spirit and diligence included - so I think this name is good."

After saying that, Gao Yue picked up his pen and wrote two big words on a piece of paper.

Under the candlelight, Duke of the Vatican and Liu Deshi came up to see it, and it turned out to be the word "Taofen".

"Then it will be called Taofenpan from now on?"

Gao Yue nodded, obviously satisfied, "This name is good, and the energy is all in it."

“Not bad.”

"From the future, I will be Taofenpengtou, and from Zhou will be Taofenpeng official, and Fangzhai will be Taofen recording the matter."

Liu Deshi stood up excitedly, turned his hand a few times and said, "The three of us are collectively called Taofen's third son!"

Then the three of them set up a "sancang warehouse", that is, the public treasury in the shed: each shed friend must pay 500 cents to join the group, and then each will pay another 300 cents to purchase paper, pen and ink required for the warm-up class, and the Taofen Peng Investment Banking Co., Ltd.

Of course, Gao Yue knew in his heart that if he wanted to gain a Jinshi, relying solely on these membership fees in the panchayat was far from enough. It was more of a role in uniting people's hearts and restraining behavior.

After the Duke of the Wei and Liu De's room left, Gao Yue stayed in the room of the Bing room. When he sat on the couch in this room, he was very uncomfortable because he stayed in the Hongshao Pavilion for one night. The fragrance of the room was lingering, the feather pads and mats on the couch, and Zhihui served him all night. Now that he lived in the Xiaoran room of the Taixue Pavilion, he seemed to have seen treasures in the Dragon Prince's Mansion, and the common things could no longer be seen.

After finally falling asleep next to each other, after a night, Gao Yue got up the next day, he remembered the female scripture writer from Shengye Temple that Xue Yaoying mentioned:

First, I wanted to find the female writer to learn her calligraphy;

Secondly, I would like to ask her to copy some scriptures for Zhang Tan who was buried, so as to pray for some blessings for Zhang Tan. I also hope that Zhang Tan will be really powerful and can bless the students of the Imperial College.

So during the day, Gao Yue walked out of Wubenfang and passed the north wall of Pingkangfang. He was still worried about Yang Miaoer, Wang Tuantu, Cai Fonu, Song Zhuzhu and others inside. He didn't know what they were doing, but then he thought: Now they are all busy with the affairs of the Jinshi Order, and I'm afraid they won't be idle - alas, it's better to be busy with your serious things first.

Soon, the east city of Chang'an City and the far opposite Goujiling appeared in front of him. Looking at the still gloomy Dogjiling, which was still gloomy and terrifying, and the Temple of Swords that could be seen in the weeds on the ground, Gao Yue couldn't help but think of all the tragic situations he saw when he had just crossed the prisoner's pit. He couldn't help but shivered, speeded up and left this bloody place.

Shengyefang is just slightly east of Goujiling, and the name of the house comes from Shengye Temple in the southwest corner.

Gao Yue walked into the courtyard of Shengye Temple and found that it was indeed grand. The core of the courtyard was the "two-end, nine-ridge" hall with five spacious rooms and three deep rooms, built on a jade-white base. Because the founder of Shengye Temple, Monk Jing Hui, had a close friendship with Li Yuan, the Emperor Gaozu of the Tang Dynasty, the temple was always full of incense.

Gao Yue walked to the steps of the Taiji, and saw a little shaman sweeping leaves on the aisle. He asked where the scripture writers in Shengye Temple were. The little shaman held his palm and returned the ceremony. Then he pointed his hand at Shengye Temple against Mingkequ on the cross street, saying that there were five scripture writers opening towards the curve, and all the "simple students" employed by the temple gathered in it.

The sutras are the writers of Xue Yaoying's words.

Some of the folk people who are good at calligraphy are employed by government agencies, called "regular scriptists"; some of them make a living freely. They are generally employed by temples to copy Buddhist scriptures, and they will also copy some calligraphy rituals for ordinary people, such as correspondence, promotion, wealth, and early birth of noble children. They use constant writing to make a living. This type of person is called "Jingsheng".

Now Gao Yue understands that most of the texts of the famous Dunhuang School in later generations were copied by these unknown sutras with hard work.

After leaving the temple, Gao Yue had just walked to the street of Mingkequ and could see that there were indeed five rooms opposite. Many scholars under the beams were there, carrying a pen to write on the paper roll on the wooden rack, and there were many female scholars in it.

"No, Xingdaofang Jingsi just gave me a wooden deed to copy Buddhist scriptures for free, and Xue Yaoying just asked me to find the name of the female sutra, but who could have thought that there were more than three or five female sutras here, who was it?" Gao Yue stopped and looked at the heads that were scrambling to write the scriptures, which was very troubled.

Suddenly, a woman's scream and scolding came from the scripture writing workshop, "Radical man!"

Then a man laughed, hugged a large volume of scriptures, and barefoot passed through the gap between the people in the scripture writing chamber and rushed to Mingke Qu.

"Catch him, copy the scriptures without paying money, Guo Xiaofeng instigated the rogue man!" The female voice inside was full of anger. It seemed that she was also passing through the crowd and chasing the man.

"It's Guo Xiaofeng's subordinate again!" Gao Yue was furious. Guo Xiaofeng was going to take the Benyuan of Song Zhuzhou, and now he asked Lai Nu Jingsheng's money to copy the scriptures. He was simply a standard enemy of women!

So the chivalrous heart became warm, and Gao Yue rushed up to stop the man.

At this time, a woman with a horse-drawn bun ran out in anger, stood at the door of the scripture writing workshop, and shouted to the man, "Rogue, please copy the scriptures for me."

"Don't run!" Gao Yue also stood in front of the scoundrel.

"Give it to you!" The scoundrel threw the erected scriptures into Gao Yue's arms, then laughed and rushed into the alley of Xue Qu in the Cross Street.

"Oh!" Gao Yue was holding the scriptures and was about to chase after him, he heard a sharp "swoosh" sound. As soon as he turned his eyes, he felt a "bang" sound. His eyes turned black, his nose bridge was hit hard, and the bones inside were about to break. Then he was in a severe pain, and he fell backwards on the Qujie Street, and he was tilted.

The moment he fell down, he looked up and saw a ball of Ju bounced up into the sky above, and had nowhere to fall - it was this guy who hit him just now.
Chapter completed!