Ancestral Tombs Steady Fortune, Yin and Yang on Paper

"The Ancestral Vein of my Meng Clan has been alarmed!"

At the main residence of the Meng Residence, Meng Qingyan, the current head of the Meng Clan, was talking with his advisors when his expression suddenly changed drastically.

He was discussing matters related to Qiu Yan with his advisors. This head of the Aristocratic Clan had decided to befriend Qiu Yan and was preparing to leverage the Meng Clan's influence in the court to his advantage, creating the impression that Qiu Yan and the Meng Clan were one and the same.

As the saying goes, public opinion is a fearsome thing. If something is said too much, even if it is not true, it will be forced by the overwhelming force of public opinion to become the truth.

However, all these plans were interrupted by a slight tremor in the ground.

Meng Qingyan's composed demeanor vanished after the tremor subsided, replaced by a look of shock. He quickly stood up, ordered his staff to leave, and then sent word to summon someone over.

A few breaths later, two elderly men, around sixty years old, entered the house, leaning on canes.

"Fifth Brother, what happened? Why did the Ancestral Vein of my Meng Clan just tremble? Has something happened that shook the very foundation of our family?"

Before one of them even stepped over the threshold, his words could already be heard. This man was broad and stout with a ruddy complexion, but he was not tall. It was immediately obvious that he was used to a life of luxury.

Upon seeing the two men, Meng Qingyan stepped forward, cupped his hands, and respectfully said, "My two uncles, I invited you here precisely because of this matter. I haven't yet found out what has affected our Ancestral Vein, but it's not appropriate to make a fuss about it. Therefore, I would like to ask you two to first go to the ancestral Ancestral Tombs. With your seniority and bloodline, you can surely suppress the disturbances at the Ancestral Tombs and prevent any unforeseen events."

Another old man then spoke up, "That makes sense. Regardless of whether there's anything wrong or not, we can't neglect the Ancestral Tombs. This concerns the foundation of the Meng Clan. Your seventh uncle and I will set off for there soon, but..."

This man was slightly thinner than the other old man, but he was vigorous, with a glint of light in his eyes, high temples, and veins bulging on his hand holding the cane, like the gnarled roots of an old tree. He spoke at a measured pace, giving off a sense of composure. "We still need to figure out the source of this Ancestral Vein as soon as possible."

"I understand. I'll have to trouble Third Uncle and Seventh Uncle this time."

Meng Qingyan nodded, speaking respectfully, yet with the authority of a family head.

"If there's anything happening in this city, it's Qiu Yan giving a lecture. I originally thought that although he was accomplished, he might not be qualified to be a teacher. But judging from yesterday's news, he does seem to have some teaching skills. Could it be that he said something today that affected my family's Fortune...?"

After seeing the two off, Meng Qingyan pondered for a while. He then summoned several people and gave them instructions, all of whom were to go out and investigate. Moreover, they were not limited to the Meng Residence, but also had to collect information on all matters, big and small, in the city. He even ordered someone to go to the post station to send a letter to the Imperial City, mobilizing all the Meng Clan members who held positions in the Central Pivot to investigate.

This was not Meng Qingyan making a mountain out of a molehill or wasting manpower and resources; there were profound reasons behind it.

It turns out that their Meng Clan had been enlightened by a master, and one of their ancestors chose a place with excellent feng shui for burial. Following certain rituals, they carefully arranged the site, turning it into a vital Fortune Eye Meng Clan steadily, making them a renowned Aristocratic Clan within a few hundred years. Whether in officialdom or business, they had all enjoyed smooth sailing.

Since then, any member of the Meng Clan of any significant importance has been buried in that auspicious burial site, which gradually became an Ancestral Tombs, the foundation of the Meng Clan's Fortune, and vaguely connected with a Spirit Vein.

Now, the Spirit Vein are trembling, and the Ancestral Vein are moving along with them. All the disciples of the Meng Clan are reacting under the guidance of the Heroic Soul, though some are stronger and some are weaker.

The strong ones were mostly from the main branch of the Meng Clan. Meng Bufan also sensed this in the other courtyard, so he sent someone over to deliver what he knew, as well as the calligraphy.

"Hmm? Fan'er sent over a calligraphy piece?" After receiving the news, Meng Qingyan already had a guess. "Was it written by Qiu Yan?"

"It is indeed Qiu Xiuzhuan's work," the messenger nodded hurriedly, briefly explained the situation, and then said, "Young master ordered me to come and inform you first, and the calligraphy can be brought over later?"

"Invite it here?" Meng Qingyan's eyelids twitched. "Even if it's a masterpiece, is there any need to be so formal? Could it be that the Ancestral Vein of my Meng Clan is shaken because of this calligraphy?"

Puzzled, Meng Qingyan could hardly sit still. After pacing back and forth a couple of times, he made a decision. "You come with me to greet that calligraphy. I want to see what kind of calligraphy could make my son so serious." After saying that, he took the lead and, after a short while, met the two servants who were escorting the calligraphy in the front courtyard of the Meng Residence. Then, naturally, he turned his gaze to it.

But upon closer inspection, one is immediately struck by the surging Qi and Blood rising continuously from the surface of the paper.

"What's going on?" Upon closer inspection, Meng Qingyan realized that the entire Spirit Vein of the Meng Residence were connected to him. His mind instantly focused, and he could vaguely see a Yin-Yang- yang symbol in his Qi and Blood, with the yin and yang cycles endlessly.

However, this Spirit Vein connection only lasted for a moment before dissipating, but it was enough to surprise Meng Qingyan. His back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

Judging from the expressions of the two servants who had written the "please," it was clear that neither of them had noticed anything unusual about the paper.

In fact, ever since the Spirit Vein trembled and the Ancestral Vein followed, some members of the Meng Clan have been able to see the changes on the paper, but they are only vague and not as clear as Meng Qingyan can see.

"So that's exactly what happened! The Ancestral Vein of my Meng Clan have been shaken, and it is indeed related to this article and Qiu Yan!" As he thought about it, Meng Qingyan's gaze fell on the Chinese text on the paper, and his expression changed several times.

At first, he was just serious, then he looked astonished, then surprised, and finally terrified.

"This printing method..."

He stared intently at the paper, his pupils trembling.

"If we follow this method, although it will have many drawbacks and cannot replace the essence of woodblock printing, it will definitely reduce the cost of printing books, allowing the printing workshops that our aristocratic Aristocratic Clan have suppressed over the years to rise from the ashes! At that time, it will surely make the humble family line grow even faster!"

The thought flashed through Meng Qingyan's mind. He skipped over the specific tricks of Movable-Type Printing Technique and focused on the meaning behind it—

In a daze, Meng Qingyan seemed to see a future revolution.

The popularization of knowledge may not seem to have much impact in the short term, but as the number of people who have access to information increases, its influence will gradually penetrate into all aspects of life.

This changed significantly when bamboo carving knives were replaced by paper and brushes, breaking down the seemingly insurmountable gap between the gentry and commoners.

Thinking of this, Meng Qingyan shook his head and said to the Human Path, "Tell me in detail everything that happened during the lecture. Since Fan'er sent you, it must be because you know the ins and outs of the matter best."

Upon hearing this, the man bowed his head and said, "I obey. This matter mainly stems from a question raised by a servant in our household named Hua She..."

"Hua She?" Chewing on the name, Meng Qingyan and the messenger had already started walking, leaving the Meng Residence and heading towards the other courtyard—they were going to see Qiu Yan, which was also Meng Bufan's suggestion.

However, as a member of the Meng Clan Lineage, Meng Qingyan's every move is closely watched. Moreover, with the Ancestral Vein shaking and an undercurrent already swirling within the mansion, his departure at this time immediately caught the attention of some people. Consequently, some guards and servants hurriedly followed him, making quite a scene.

On the other side, Qiu Yan was in a side room in the backyard of the villa, waiting for Meng Qingyan to arrive. He first had his entourage wait at the back gate of the villa, and then he led the two of them inside. From a distance, he saw Meng Bufan talking to Qiu Yan's attendant at the door of the side room.

Meng Qingyan also had a deep impression of Qiu Yan's follower.

There were also figures in the Meng Residence who were similar to worshippers. They rarely showed themselves, but they would investigate those who came and went. When Qiu Yan and Qiu An arrived, the worshippers tried to test them several times, but they could not see through Qiu Yan's cultivation level. They could only vaguely sense Qiu An's realm, but they were shocked to find that even Qiu Yan's attendant was not someone they could deal with.

When the results of this investigation reached Meng Qingyan, the head of the Aristocratic Clan felt that Qiu Yan was even more unfathomable.

After taking a few steps forward, Meng Qingyan noticed that the doors and windows of the room were trembling slightly, and through the window paper, he could see what seemed to be a rapidly changing shadow inside.

A thought struck him, but Meng Qingyan's expression remained unchanged as he spoke, "Fan'er, didn't you come to visit Mr. Qiu? Why aren't you going inside?" As he spoke, he had already walked to Meng Bufan's side.

"So that Father may know, I came here to pay a visit. After all, that calligraphy is no small matter, as it concerns the Fortune of our Aristocratic Clan. I must make things clear to Mr. Qiu, lest he inadvertently offend any of the major Aristocratic Clan." Meng Bufan turned around and said this to Meng Qingyan. The content of his words surprised the latter, who felt that his son had been too explicit.

However, upon seeing Meng Bufan's expression, Meng Qingyan noticed something amiss in his eyes and nodded, saying, "Very well, but why not go inside?"

Meng Bufan pointed at Qiu An and said, "It was this brave man Qiu An who said it was not appropriate to enter and disturb you, sir."

"Is it not advisable to enter?" Meng Qingyan narrowed his eyes upon hearing this. "Could it be that the cultivator is in seclusion comprehending something?" As he asked this, he was secretly calculating whether the timing of the Ancestral Vein's tremor coincided with Qiu Yan's seclusion. In fact, he already had the answer in his heart.

"Please, brave warrior, can..." Meng Bufan was about to ask when the door to the room suddenly creaked open.

Qiu Yan's voice came from within.

"Master Meng, Young Master Meng, you've come at the perfect time. I happen to have something to show you."

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