Who has the greatest impact on papermaking and woodblock printing?

Of course it is Confucianism!

As a great Confucian Confucian scholar, Wang Tong's concern for papermaking is more anxious than Zhang Bairen, the actual controller.

The two of them were drinking tea in the pavilion and looking at the busy servant below, the Zuo Xiaowei General Zhang Jin walked up: "The woodblock printing is ready, and the Mohist school's mechanism is really incredible."

"It's fast, it's beyond my expectations." Zhang Bairen tapped the railing with his fingers. "Prepare a lot of ink, and after the paper comes out, let's experiment with a batch first."

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye it was a month. Zhang Bairen sat on the pavilion practicing the Qingmu Immortality Magical Art. This month, Wang Tong was in charge, and during this month there was a yang god. The god wanted to sneak in, but Wang Tong scolded him and retreated. Some Yigu warriors tried to touch it in. Unfortunately, layers of nets of heaven and earth were already laid in the manor, and no one could break in.

Opening his eyes, looking at the scorching sun in the sky, picking up the scissors and a kettle, Zhang Bairen slowly came to the flowerbed, pruning the branches slowly, and saw that the branches had just left their bodies, instantly turning into rotten wood, and their vitality had disappeared.

"Sir! Sir!" The shouts of the Xiao brothers came from afar.

"Crack" Zhang Bairen was distracted. He cut the scissors in his hand into the wrong position and cut off a branch that should not have been reduced.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Bairen frowned, and saw that his palm stretched out, and the branches that had been lost gradually grew, and the branches slowly spread, making up for the gap in the wounds that had been lost before.

Xiaohu smiled and said, "That boy Dan Taiying said that the paper will be visible in three or five days. Whether this matter can be achieved depends on three or five days."

"Is that true?" Zhang Bairen stopped his hand and narrowed his eyes slightly: "If you tell me, be careful. The Great Sui Dynasty has never lacked Master Busan. I would say that these people would forcibly attack the moment the paper was born."

"This is Shangjing City, aren't they that bold, right?" Xiaohu was stunned.

"Who could have expected Dr. Wen to be wiped out? Everyone thought they had no courage." Zhang Bairen put down his scissors, picked up the watering can and started watering.

"The governor is too worried. He destroyed the entire family of Doctor Wen a few days ago. I don't know that these guys dare not take action. If he takes action again, His Majesty will definitely not spare them." Zhang Jin, the general of Zuo Xiaogu, came over.

Zhang Bairen shook his head: "What if they do it?"

Everyone was silent and Zhang Jin said, "Okay, I will go and arrange some staff for Haosheng."

After saying that, Zhang Jin turned around and left, obviously agreeing with Zhang Bairen's words. These guys have the courage to take action for the first time, but there is no reason not to take action for the second time.

Zhang Bairen narrowed his eyes. Qingmu's immortality practiced in spring and summer for extravagance. Every time, Zhang Bairen borrowed some vitality to increase his Taoism. Now, the immortality has entered the house.

Touching his chin: "I don't know if Pei Renji comforted those aristocratic families."

Of course, Pei Inji comforted the aristocratic families. As one of the confidants of today, Pei Inji invited all the ministers to attend the party without any suspicion. Obviously, there was another way.

All the ministers were also talented and attended Pei Renji's banquet. After the three rounds of wine, Pei Renji conveyed his meaning to be a son without any trace. Everyone in the venue was quite satisfied. Yang Guang's ability to give in proves that there is still a rescue. He did not kill all the aristocratic families, but he was still worried.

A banquet dispersed, Yuwen Shu and a Taoist sat upright in the pavilion, and a dizzy candlelight lit in the distance.

"Master Taoist, Your Majesty said he wanted to give in to the imperial examination. For some reason, I always feel a little uneasy in my heart." Yuwen Shu frowned.

The Taoist opposite closed his eyes, and the incense burner fireworks rose in front of him, and several copper coins fell on the incense burner.

After a long time, I heard the Taoist say, "A big thing will happen soon. Bu Suanzi has really refined the art of divination to an incredible state. I am not as good as that!"

"Please give me some advice," Yuwen Shu said hurriedly.

"I'm afraid the end of the family is really not far away." The Taoist opened his eyes, and a lightning flashed, and the void turned white, as if it was daylight.

"This is impossible. The aristocratic family is in full swing and passed down from generation to generation. How could it become extinct?" Yu Wen Shu's face was full of disbelief.

"Even I think it's incredible, but this is how the hexagram is displayed." The Taoist slowly stuck the copper coins on the incense burner: "The family of aristocratic families have been passed down from generation to generation, how can they decline? What power in this world can cause the family of aristocratic families to decline?"

"The flowing water dynasty is an iron-clad family, and the aristocratic family has a profound heritage. Who can shake the status of the aristocratic family?" Yuwen Shu said a little irritated: "Mr.'s hexagram is probably wrong."

"Maybe," the Taoist stood up: "I want to travel around recently, please forgive me."

Yuwen Shu's expression changed and she smiled bitterly, "I don't know where I want to go?"

"What my heart refers to is where I go." The Taoist figure disappeared in the pavilion, but Yuwen Shu's face was uncertain and yang, and it was particularly hideous in the faint muffled fire: "Who can destroy the aristocratic families? Unless you are today! Yang Guang, what are you going to do with such a bastard?"

After saying that, Yuwen Shu looked ugly: "Does the Guanlong family want to dominate the whole family and completely eliminate us?"

"Come here, I'm going to spread the news about the Guanlong family. What kind of tricks do you want to do? Although the Guanlong family is now the dominant family, the rest of my family are not easy to mess with. It is said that the Langya Wang family, the Hedong Cui family also has various Taoist temples to discuss countermeasures together. Regardless of whether the hexagram is true or false, everything must be fully prepared." Yuwen Shu said with a gloomy face.

"Yes" Some guards turned around and left, leaving Yuwen Shu standing there with a gloomy face.

"We still need to explore Yu Shiji's background." Yu Wenshu turned around and walked out of the mansion while the night was falling.

The waves were surging under the night. Not only Yuwen Valve, but other major sects also sent letters to ask the Guanlong Family. At this time, the Guanlong Family was in a miserable state.

Looking at the letter of questioning in his hand, Li Yuan was two big and big: "What do you care about us? Your Majesty's actions actually involved us."

"What should I do?" Li Jiancheng was frowning.

"This matter is difficult to deal with," Li Yuan sighed helplessly.

In the Royal Manor in Chengnan, Zhang Bairen held a flower in his hand and looked at the bright moon in the sky, full of nostalgia.

"This moon once shone with the ancients, but I don't know what the difference between the sun and the ancient moon." The moon in the sky was huge, like a jade plate. The flowers in Zhang Bairen's hand slowly withered, turning into dead branches and being thrown on the ground.

"For some reason, I always feel a little uneasy in my heart." Zhang Jin came to Zhang Bairen.

"With Wang Tong in charge, Yang Shen master will not do useless work. If the other party wants to attack, it is very likely to be a warrior, and he is a warrior who is not bad at seeing the gods." Zhang Bairen carried his hands on his back and looked at the moon plate in the sky with his eyes: "Are you afraid?"

"I'm not afraid, I've already cultivated into a golden body. The warriors who don't destroy the gods can't beat me to death, but I'm afraid I won't complete the tasks assigned by Your Majesty," said Zhang Jin.

Zhang Bairen slowly closed his eyes and said after a while: "Don't think too much. Your Majesty is not a fool, and he will not let these guys do whatever they want."

"You mean there are experts guarding the surroundings in the secret?" Zhang Jin was stunned.

"Not necessarily" Zhang Bairen shook his head and slowly closed his eyes: "Relax your mind, don't be nervous, it's not that scary."

After saying that, Zhang Bairen took a step forward, his figure had disappeared and disappeared.

Watching Zhang Bairen walk away, Zhang Jin smiled bitterly, and the next moment he suddenly stretched out his palm, grabbed the pair of scissors that had been stabbed, and looked at the familiar face opposite him. It was Zhang Bairen who returned: "Mr. Zhang, you will attack me rashly, and you need to give me an explanation."

"Explanation?" Zhang Bairen let go of his palm and sneered: "You are not Zhang Jin."

"What are you talking about?" Zhang Jin was stunned.

"Zhang Jin has thirty-four left eyelashes, but your eyelashes have 58." Zhang Bairen's face was cold: "Who are you? He was so disguised vividly that he almost cheated me."

The man opposite looked at Zhang Bairen in a daze, stunned as if he was terrified: "Have you discovered this? Are you just counting the eyelashes to play with when you are fine?"

"What a wonderful disguise technique." Zhang Bairen let go. The next moment, a sword light burst out from his sleeve, and the void seemed to freeze in an instant: "If you don't say it, then die!"
Chapter completed!