Comprehensive Comprehension: Sixty Years of Observing Swords in Jiange 324. Its beautiful when the water is clear and clear, but the mountains are also strange when they are empty and covered with rain.
324. Its beautiful when the water is clear and clear, but the mountains are also strange when they are empty and covered with rain.
Hearing Zuo Yulong's words, Zuo Lin, who was driving outside, showed bitterness on his face and sighed lowly.
"Jade Dragon, dad is incompetent and has made you and your sister suffer."
"If Father Fan has some skills, he can find you a decent school to study in. With your hard work, you can become a scholar, and you don't need to be a child."
"And your sister, she has a very good talent in alchemy. If she can keep persisting, she might be able to become an official alchemist."
"Some time ago, Lao Ma's family at the west end of the street came to propose marriage. They offered a gift of eight hundred spirit stones. I was still hesitating..."
Zuo Lin was still chattering, but Zuo Yulong in the car was no longer listening to what was going on outside the car. He held the book in his hand with a solemn face and read it carefully.
Every word written in the great Confucian's handwriting seems to carry the charm of the Great Dao.
The insights of these great scholars are even more thought-provoking.
"All the good things in the world are like this when they are short-lived."
"People say that there are jade trees and flowers in the southeast, but I have been searching for them for ten years but could not find them. Finally, I realized that the jade trees and flowers, like the shadows of ice and snow, can be encountered but cannot be sought."
Zuo Yulong, who was curled up on the lower floor of the big wooden chair, stared hungrily at the book in his hand, wishing he could study every word carefully.
There was a faint trace of literary spirit emerging from him.
The combination of literary spirit and awe-inspiring spirit can lead to the state of scholar.
The carriage slowly stopped and Zuo Lin gently opened the door.
The dazzling sunlight shone into the carriage, making Zuo Yulong a little distracted for a moment: "Dad?"
Zuo Lin smiled and nodded, looked at the book in Zuo Yulong's hand, and grinned: "How about it, dad didn't lie to you, did he?"
Zuo Yulong nodded, with a hint of redness on his face.
He looked out of the car and put the book away with some reluctance.
"It would be great if I could finish reading these books..."
Hearing his words, a trace of pain flashed across Zuo Lin's face.
"Yulong, these books——"
Before Zuo Lin finished speaking, the reluctance on Zuo Yulong's face turned into a relaxed smile and he got out of the carriage.
"Dad, Vice President Lu is right. All the good things in the world are short-lived, and the happiness in the world will eventually turn into regrets."
"It's already my chance to read the great Confucian's handwriting. If I force myself further, it might be a disaster rather than a blessing."
As he spoke, he moved down the big chair in the carriage.
"Dad, where are you sending this to?"
Zuo Lin raised his head and nodded at the shops on the roadside.
At the door of the store, Shao Datian, a tall young man from the Tiger tribe, was moving wooden cabinets and wooden frames out.
Cuicui said, it would be a pity to throw these things away, but they can be made into tables.
They only have a little bit of spiritual stone, so they can save whatever they can.
Shao Datian had already met Zuo Lin last night and knew that Zuo Lin was helping Han Muye drive back.
At this time, he saw Zuo Lin and Zuo Yulong carrying big chairs and quickly stepped forward to help.
Zuo Yulong and the others couldn't move the big chair, and Shao Datian had one chair in each hand.
The carts were full of things, and the courtyards and shops were filled.
Looking at those books and scrolls, Zuo Yulong was a little stunned.
It would be great if we could all observe and experience these things...
Just when he took a quick glance, what he saw was nothing but the work of the great Confucian scholar.
It’s those two big chairs. The materials used are unknown, but the workmanship specifications must have been made by famous craftsmen.
My father said that these were all moved from Vice President Lu's house, so that's probably true.
Cuicui came over and asked a few people to eat next door. Zuo Yulong reluctantly exited the store and saw Shao Datian locking the door.
"Dad, you said Mr. Makino and Miss Mu are not ordinary people, right?" Zuo Yulong grabbed Zuo Lin's sleeve and whispered.
Zuo Lin nodded.
"Then you say, if I come to this shop to be a clerk..."
Be a buddy?
Zuo Lin's eyes lit up.
If it were anywhere else, he would definitely not allow it.
Even though I was tired and peeling off my skin, I didn’t want my son to work as a waiter for others.
But being a clerk in Mr. Makino’s shop is an opportunity!
Not to mention Mr. Makino's own identity, even if he can take some free time to read the handwritings of great Confucian scholars, it will be an unimaginable gain.
"Boy, if you want to be a clerk in Young Master's shop, we have to start with these two people." Zuo Lin looked at the tall Shao Datian and took out two spiritual stones: "Go buy some good wine and meat.
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Zuo Yulong chuckled, took the spirit stone and left.
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Yuyan Lake looks like a flying swallow with spread wings, surrounded by endless pavilions and pavilions.
Chunchao Pavilion is located on the edge of Yuyan Lake, at the highest point of the mountain.
When Han Muye and Mu Wan climbed up the mountain, there were many students in the Chunchao Pavilion, bustling and talking endlessly.
It was probably some kind of cultural gathering.
Neither Han Muye nor Mu Wan were interested in getting involved, so they walked outside the pavilion to see the clear waves of the lake.
The lavender aura of human hope permeates the air, and the golden aura of awe-inspiring light shines on it.
The spiritual energy in the lake has condensed into substance, and it seems that it will turn into mist and rain at any time.
This brilliant and misty scenery is truly like a dream.
At some point, Han Muye had already held Mu Wan's hand.
The two stood side by side, quietly looking at the lake view without speaking.
There was no sound at this time.
In Han Muye's divine treasure, the power of the divine soul surged, and marks were continuously carved on the sword of the divine soul.
Each of these marks represents the sublimation of this power.
Sure enough, the prosperous world of mortals can best temper the mind.
This moment was worth several months of meditation.
This improvement in mental power is many times faster than cultivating the Red Dust Curse.
Unfortunately, such an opportunity is equivalent to an epiphany and does not come often.
However, the state of mind depends on the person. With Mu Wan by your side, are you worried that you won't have the chance to temper your mind?
"You two, maybe you can do us a favor?"
A voice came from behind, causing Mu Wan to blush.
Husband and wife.
This is the name given to Taoist couples.
Taking a quick look, Han Muye next to him had a calm expression.
Turning around, they saw two Confucian scholars standing behind them.
There was a woman with a thin figure and a fair face. She was obviously wearing a blue Confucian robe.
The other one is taller, with a bright look in his eyes, and a surging aura of awe in his body, which shows that his Confucian and Taoist cultivation is not weak.
"I am Baili Tongyun. I am writing poetry here with several classmates. I can't decide who is better for the moment. I would like to ask you two to make a judgment."
The thin scholar bowed his hands to Han Muye and Mu Wan.
Criticize poetry?
Mu Wan smiled and shook her head, then turned to look at Han Muye: "Brother, I really can't do this, can you?"
OK?
Men, can you say no?
Han Muye laughed and said, "Junior sister, do you think I can do it?"
After saying that, he took Mu Wan and strode towards Chunchao Pavilion.
"Senior Sister Baili, can they do it? This is a handwritten bet involving Teacher Liu Gonglin."
The young man beside Baili Tongyun spoke in a worried voice.
"Let's take a look and talk. Maybe they can really tell whether the poem is good or bad." Baili Tongyun shook his head and walked towards Chunchao Pavilion.
Han Muye walked outside the pavilion and looked up at the plaque on it.
"Well, these three words are written with taste. It would be great if we could ask this person to help us write a name for our store." Han Muye's eyes fell on the signature and he said with a smile.
"Huang Tingshu is the great scholar of calligraphy. It is said that he was a master of calligraphy, a word worth a thousand pieces of gold, and he once dyed half of the river outside the city black with one stroke, right?"
Mu Wan shook her head and said softly: "How can you ask for the words of such a great scholar?"
Han Muye chuckled and walked into the pavilion, saying, "Isn't this person worth a fortune? Let's pay him ten thousand gold to let him write a few more words."
Mu Wan lowered her head and smiled.
Baili Tongyun and the young man who followed behind shook their heads.
Everyone in the pavilion also heard what he said, and many people frowned.
"Baili, is this the judgment you are looking for?" In the pavilion, a girl wearing a purple dress glanced at Han Muye and Mu Wan, and then looked at Baili Tongyun.
"Even if they are not academy teachers, they should be Confucian and Taoist practitioners. They," the girl shook her head and said calmly, "I'm afraid they won't be able to recognize all these poems."
After saying that, she turned to look at the people around her and said, "I suggest we ask Tao Yicheng to judge for us."
Hearing her words, some people in the pavilion nodded, while others shook their heads.
"Haha, if Miss Qin Wu wants me to judge, I will be willing to do so, but I don't know if Miss Baili will admit it." The fat middle-aged man standing by the pillar in the pavilion said with a smile.
"Mr. Tao is indeed proficient in poetry, but Baili thinks it would be better to find someone who is not familiar with either of us to judge." Baili Tongyun shook his head.
There is something in the words.
The Tao teacher chuckled and took a step back.
He was not familiar with Baili Tongyun, but he was familiar with the Qin family.
Baili Tongyun looked at Han Muye and Mu Wan and said: "You two, since you are here to visit the Imperial City Academy, it is also interesting to participate in the literary society and judge."
She walked to the long desk and spread out all the poems on it.
"These poems are unsigned, you can just choose the ones you like."
Hearing Baili Tongyun's words, Miss Qin Wu frowned, but said nothing.
Han Muye walked to the long desk, and Mu Wan also walked over to read poetry.
Baili Tongyun said it right. It is indeed interesting to encounter such a thing.
It is not common to have such an experience as being able to be a judge of a poetry and literary competition at Imperial City Academy.
"The setting sun spreads in the water, and the water of Sese Lake is full of water."
"Is this a description of the scenery of Yuyan Lake? I think it's pretty good, and the writing is good." Mu Wan said softly.
Hearing her words, some of the Confucian scholars chuckled.
"Is this poem considered good?" Someone on the other side whispered.
Mu Wan's face showed embarrassment and she turned to look at Han Muye.
Although she is a practitioner, she is not proficient in Confucianism and Taoism.
She couldn't express the deep meaning in the poem.
Han Muye raised his hand and unfolded another scroll.
"The scenery is green and beautiful along the water, and there are clear springs in the mist of the two mountains. It seems that it is all written about Yuyan Lake?"
Mu Wan's voice was much lower this time, and she raised her head to look at Han Muye: "Brother, please tell me."
After hearing her words, someone behind her murmured in a low voice: "Sure enough, I am not a Confucianist. I can't even judge the quality of this poem."
"Senior Sister Baili is the same. Looking for someone to comment on poetry and essays, I can have some influence."
Literary men look down upon each other.
But literati are more contemptuous of outsiders.
Imperial City Academy is a holy place for Confucianism and Taoism, and even the old man who sweeps the streets can speak a few poems.
Today’s poetry review actually involves two people who don’t understand poetry. Who can approve the results?
Miss Qin Wu and the people around her had sneers on their faces.
Han Muye looked at Mu Wan who felt guilty.
I came to Yuyan Lake to accompany Mu Wan, how could I be in a bad mood by these outsiders?
Then I’ll give you a good review!
"The words are piled up, and the words are like pigs in ink." Han Muye said calmly, making everyone's expressions freeze.
Many people looked at each other with strange colors in their eyes.
Baili Tongyun and the young man behind him also showed surprise on their faces.
Tao Jiaoxi's eyes fell on the words in Han Muye's hand, and then he looked up at Han Muye.
"You said this -" someone said from behind.
But before he finished speaking, Han Muye's voice was heard.
"Junior sister, look, this poem talks about the beauty of the lake. The words are uneven and the words Yi and Bi are used together. Also, Yi Shui and Liang Shan do not rhyme."
Han Muye stretched out his hand and pointed to the text inside: "There is also this word. Look at the vertical strokes and the horizontal strokes. There are several words that are deliberately left blank. This writing method has a very poor foundation."
Putting this piece of poetry aside, Han Muye picked up another one and spread it out.
"Junior sister, look at this picture, what's wrong with it?"
Behind the two people, everyone looked at each other.
Although Han Muye's comments were harsh, they were deeply rooted in his heart.
Can such comments be made by someone who is not familiar with poetry and writing?
Even among the people present, not many can speak so clearly, right?
Unconsciously, everyone moved forward and stretched their heads to take a look.
"The water is clear and beautiful, and the mountains are covered with mist. The word "good" is quite direct, but the two sentences don't seem to be profound enough?" Mu Wan whispered.
She analyzed the words according to what Han Muye just said.
"Well, if junior sister studies Confucianism and Taoism, she will definitely become a great Confucian." Han Muye praised, making Mu Wan blush.
"These two sentences are pretty good, but they can be changed."
"It is good when the water is clear and clear, and the mountains are empty and rainy, which is also strange. The good is matched with the strange, and the clear is matched with the rain, which adds more charm."
"However, such poems should be written carefully with a small pen. Such cursive writing loses the beauty of the lake."
After Han Muye finished speaking, he put the page aside and went to comment on other things.
He took it and let Mu Wan read it, and then the two of them worked together to analyze the meaning and writing techniques of the poem.
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"This poem, well, I can't change it, it's hopeless."
"This song is a bit interesting. Junior sister, look, there are green mountains beyond the mountains, and the mist and rain cover the tall buildings. This can be changed into one sentence, "Beyond the mountains are the green mountains, and the buildings are outside the buildings." The next sentence is about people."
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Mu Wan responded softly, and would whisper a few words from time to time.
No matter what she said was right or not, Han Muye would praise her and make her face blush.
It is really interesting to comment on the poems and articles of the Xuezi Literary Society in the Spring Tide Pavilion of Yuyan Lake in Imperial City Academy.
Mu Wan looked at the words that were either wild, graceful, scrawled, or aloof, as if she saw scholars standing by the lake, chanting loudly.
This may be the charm of Confucian and Taoist texts.
Every little bit, every word, every sentence, are all loved by love and condensed by intention.
Han Muye turned his head and looked at Mu Wan with a smile.
There was actually a trace of golden light flashing on Mu Wan's body.
Confucianism and Taoism are awe-inspiring.
It's just that this aura is empty and comes from the realization at that time, not from hard work. It will dissipate after a while.
But if you have this awe-inspiring energy in your body, you can gather the power of your mind and purify your state of mind.
After a while, when Mu Wan slowly raised her head, she saw Han Muye looking at her intently.
"Senior brother..."
She lowered her head in shame.
Han Muye reached out to hold her hand and whispered: "Let's go."
Walk?
Looking up, I saw that the poems on the desk in front of me had been read over.
When he turned around, whether it was Baili Tongyun, Miss Qin Wu, or Tao Jiaoxi who was standing in the back, they all looked confused and their eyes were blank.
Several students were still humming and reciting words.
Han Muye shook his head and led Mu Wan straight out of Chunchao Pavilion.
Mu Wan looked back at Chunchao Pavilion.
Such an encounter is truly special.
Is this the literary meeting of Confucian and Taoist students?
Is this how they practice?
"It's beautiful when the water is clear and clear, and it's strange when the mountains are empty and covered with rain. Are these poems really adapted from my poetry?" In the Chunchao Pavilion, a student wearing a blue robe clenched his fists and looked on his face.
Looking confused.
The awe-inspiring energy surged around him and seemed to be experiencing great fluctuations.
"The level of the August Lake is too clear. It turns out that the way to practice should be turbid but not turbid, clear but with substance. I have been taught, I have been taught..." The speaker looked up at the sky, with his hands behind his back and his body
The purple human hope vibrates.
"Beyond the green hills and buildings outside the mountains, when will the graceful dancing and singing stop? The world is prosperous, and the mortal world is nostalgic. This is probably it, right?" Beside Baili Tongyun, Miss Qin Wu lowered her head and whispered, with a complicated expression on her face.
The opportunities in life may be different, but the words and principles are the same.
At this moment, in the Chunchao Pavilion, auras of grandeur and grace intertwined, turning into a golden curtain of light.
Baili Tongyun rushed out of the pavilion and saw Han Muye and Mu Wan walking to the path in front of the mountain.
She quickly walked forward and bowed.
"Thank you sir for your advice, Baili."
After saying that, she cupped her hands and said, "Are you two going to open a shop in the imperial city? I can ask Master Huang to write a plaque for you."
Hearing her words, Mu Wan was happy and looked at Han Muye.
Han Muye chuckled, looked at Mu Wan and said, "Junior sister, we haven't named our shop yet."
Mu Wan was stunned for a moment and said softly: "Senior brother, please give me a name."
"Junior sister, you are the boss lady, I listen to you." Han Muye's words made Mu Wan blush with embarrassment.
After pondering for a moment, she whispered: "That's called Danyuan Pavilion, because of the origin of Dan..."
"Okay, let's call it Danyuan Pavilion." Han Muye looked at Baili Tongyun and said, "Our store is in Guanyue Lane, Yuyuan Street. It hasn't opened yet, so it's easy to find."
After saying that, he took Mu Wan and walked slowly down the mountain.
"Baili, I will give Master Liu's handwriting to you for three days to read." Miss Qin Wu's voice came from behind Baili Tongyun.
"When you go to visit this gentleman, please ask me to accompany you."
Hearing this, Baili Tongyun turned his head and looked at it curiously.
"Miss Qin Wu, haven't you always set your sights higher than your own? Why, are you convinced today?"
Miss Qin Wu ignored Baili Tongyun and turned around to leave.
Baili Tongyun had a chuckle on his face.
"Senior Sister Baili, could that gentleman be a certain major cultivator from Imperial City Academy? The accumulation of cultivation in this poem is simply heavenly."
A young man in green robe came over and spoke in a low voice.
"Yes, there was a master of poetry in ancient times. Today, it would not be an exaggeration to call this gentleman a master of poetry." Someone came forward and spoke solemnly.
Everyone else also walked out of the pavilion and looked down the mountain.
In front of the Spring Tide Pavilion, emotions surged for a moment.
Han Muye walked slowly down the mountain with a smile on his face.
He could feel the aura of popularity surging in his sea of energy.
This kind of gathering of popularity is much faster than usual.
It seems that those who are convinced of Confucianism and Taoism have a much richer and richer reputation than ordinary mortals.
Mu Wan was also in a good mood. While looking at the scenery, she recited the poems that Han Muye had revised in a low voice.
"Is this the White Sand Embankment? The white sand embankment in the shade of green poplar trees is indeed as beautiful as poetry."
"The breeze stirs the green willows, and they are full of love." Before she knew it, Mu Wan was holding Han Muye's fingers tighter.
"Hey, this poem is good, was it written by you?" Not far away, an old man holding a broom in his hand raised his head and looked at Mu Wan.
"No, it was written by a student from Chunchao Pavilion Middle School." Mu Wan shook her head, then with a hint of pride on her face: "However, the poem was changed by my senior brother."
The smile on her face was more like a little girl's.
My senior brother is the most powerful one.
"Changed?" The old man looked at Han Muye and murmured a few words. He seemed to have lost interest and started to sweep the fallen leaves on the ground with the broom.
Han Muye's eyes fell on the old man's broom, his eyes shining brightly.
The tracks the broom sweeps are all written strokes.
This one, it seems, is also a great calligrapher?
The old man seemed to be aware of it and raised his head to look at Han Muye.
