"Boy, if you can write a poem from the past that I can listen to, I can put down my pen and ink and write it for you."
Holding the broom in his hand, the old man spoke calmly.
Write a poem?
Mu Wan looked at Han Muye curiously and expectantly.
There is something funny in Han Mu's ambition.
Perhaps, this is what the Imperial City Academy looks like?
You can't compose poems casually in this place, I'm afraid you'll be too embarrassed to go out.
It is not unreasonable for half the city to be purple and half to be awe-inspiring.
At this time, Han Muye thought very far.
Although the Purple Qi on Bailu Mountain is rich, its background is too different, and the Haoran Qi is obviously thin.
There is only one Dongfang Shu in charge, so compared with the Imperial City Academy, it is completely inferior.
If you haven’t been to the Imperial City Academy, you won’t know the flourishing literary style of the Imperial City Academy.
Bailushan Academy is famous all over the world because of the four lines of Hengqu and the teacher's sayings left by Han Muye, which attracted people's attention, and also because Han Muye demonstrated using poetry as a sword in Jinchuan.
Zhongzhou scholars carry swords and start from Bailu Mountain.
But these alone cannot shake the Imperial City Academy’s status as the holy land of Confucianism and Taoism in Zhongzhou.
Perhaps, students from Bailu Mountain Academy can come to Imperial City Academy for exchanges.
Especially Huang Zhihu and the others, if they have been staying at Bailu Mountain Academy and are unaware of the prosperity of Confucianism and Taoism in the world and the importance of Imperial City Academy, this would not be a good thing.
"Why, you can't compose a poem with this beautiful scenery?" the old man holding a broom said.
Can’t compose a poem?
joke.
The master of Bailu Mountain Academy and the great master Han Mu who wrote hundreds of poems a night, can't write a poem?
How could the great master Muye, who was said to be a god in Guanjiangkou, capsize in this small Yuyan Lake?
Han Muye turned to look at the sparkling Yuyan Lake, and said calmly: "I have seen snow-capped mountains with thousands of feet of ice and snow, and silver snakes dancing on the mountains."
Although the scenery of the Snowy Mountains in the Northern Territory is only a glimpse, the snow scenes are really dazzling.
The old man holding the broom raised his eyebrows: "Northern Territory?"
"I have also seen thousands of miles of clear waves and turbulent countercurrents." Han Muye's eyes revealed a spiritual light.
Black armor flows against the current on the Jialing River, swords cut across the river, and elites from Western Xinjiang gather together. How can we forget that kind of grace?
"If you go back to the source, there are quite a few in the Southern Wilderness and Western Xinjiang. The tide is rushing, which is really spectacular." The old man nodded and stared at Han Muye.
Han Muye narrowed his eyes and felt an unspeakable force pressing down on him.
"I have seen hundreds of millions of miles of mountains and rivers rising and falling, and black water rippling into the sky."
The divine beast carries the heaven and earth on its back, floating and sinking in the extinct sea. The vastness of the heaven and earth has never been seen before and can never be imagined!
There was a hint of surprise on the old man's face, and his eyes fell on Han Muye.
He may have seen the place Han Muye mentioned, but he couldn't say.
Mu Wan looked at Han Muye, with a hint of complexity in the smile on her face.
Senior brother's path of spiritual practice is truly wonderful.
But what I saw and heard was extremely lacking.
Compared with his senior brother, he has nothing.
Han Muye seemed to be aware of Mu Wan's change in mood. He turned his head and said softly: "The vastness of heaven and earth can be accommodated in one heart."
"When your mind is calm at this time, it is heaven and earth."
After speaking, he looked at the lake in front of him and spoke loudly.
"The willows are green and the lake is level, and I hear the sound of singing by Lang Lake."
"The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. The road is not sunny but there is love."
No clear feelings?
Mu Wan's eyes were filled with confusion, and she looked at the lake in front of her, almost crazy for a moment.
On the surface of the lake, purple air was billowing, water vapor was surging, and it was really raining!
"Haha, okay, a good saying is that there is no love but there is love. In the world of mortals, isn't this the word love?"
The old man behind him laughed loudly, and the broom in his hand turned into a carving knife. He used the knife to write on the bluestone beside him, and sketched calligraphy and painting.
On the bluestone, purple air and golden light condensed into one piece.
The poem was completed in an instant, and the golden light turned into a pillar of light and soared into the sky.
"Haha, by the Yuyan Lake, there is another eternal quatrain!" The old man held the carving knife and laughed proudly.
Han Muye shook his head and looked at the auras and figures gathering around him.
The poems here attracted the Confucian and Taoist majors of Imperial City Academy to investigate.
"I won't move this stone away. It's too big to fit in my yard."
"You said you wanted to write one for me."
Han Muye said as he led Mu Wan away.
"Don't mention one, it can be enough if you have ten or a hundred," the old man shouted from behind with a smile: "By the way, what's your name? I'm Zhang Xu."
"Zhang Xu? Is this Zhang Dian, the so-called crazy man?" Mu Wan muttered.
"Makino, remember to send it to me in the Moon Viewing Area." Han Muye waved his hand and disappeared into the green willows with Mu Wan.
"Muye? The one who became a god with just one word?" Zhang Xu watched Han Muye and Mu Wan leave in the direction with a flash of light in his eyes.
"Lao Zhang, this poem is great." An old man in a purple robe appeared behind him at some point.
"I heard the sound of singing by the Lang Lake, Lao Zhang, do you want to imitate Lu Yuzhou?" On the other side, an old man in white robe stepped forward, leaned in front of the stone carving, and muttered.
For a moment, several figures fell in front of the stone tablet, all observing the writing style on it.
With a smile on Zhang Xu's face, he raised his hand to print a line of words, and then left with the broom on his shoulders.
"The handwriting of Zhang Dian in the Imperial City, a little poem by Makino, Makino?"
"That's that one? Where is he?"
"What a pity. Why didn't I see this guy when he came to Imperial City Academy?"
"Tsk, tsk, look at the taste of this poem, no wonder I can be friends with Lu Yuzhou."
"Hurry up and copy this poem. I'll definitely use it next time you go to the flower boat."
In front of the stone monument, there were all discussions, and several old men beat their chests and stamped their feet.
Many people turned around to look for Lu Yuzhou and study poems.
Han Muye and Mu Wan left the Imperial City Academy, looked for some snacks on the street, and then rented a carriage to return to Guanyueli.
It's not that I can't fly back, I just think it's interesting to abide by the rules in the imperial city.
The old man driving the car was cracking his whip and telling stories about the imperial city.
Just like Zuo Lin, there are stories everywhere in the imperial city, and everyone has a story.
It was already afternoon when we returned to the store, and the store had almost been emptied out. All that was left behind were the items bought from Lu Yuzhou.
"Master, this is my little boy Yulong. He usually attends the Imperial City Academy. Today I asked him to help me register all the books, scrolls, tables, chairs and potted plants." Zuo Lin came up and handed a book to Han Muye.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Han Muye took the book and looked at the two people behind Zuo Lin.
One was a young man in a green robe, about eighteen or nineteen years old. He looked excited and did not dare to look up.
The other one was a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, with lively brows, and her gaze turned on Han Muye and Mu Wan.
"This is my little girl Yu Ting. She has some alchemy talent. She is an apprentice in an alchemy practice place in Yundanfang. Brother Datian and Sister Cuicui said that Miss Gongzi's shop is engaged in alchemy business. I thought about Yu Ting.
Ting can also come and help..."
As Zuo Lin spoke, he quietly raised his head to look at Han Muye's expression.
Unfortunately, he couldn't see anything.
On the other hand, Mu Wan on the side had a smile on her face.
"Sir, miss, these young people don't want anything else, they just want to learn something and gain experience."
Zuo Lin took a breath and bowed to Han Muye.
Whether it succeeds or not depends on what the young master wants.
Zuo Yulong clenched his fists nervously. He knew what opportunities he would have if he could be a clerk in a store.
Zuo Yuting did not practice Confucianism and did not see the value of those books and scrolls. It was just arranged by her father and she promised not to mention marrying that fool from the Ma family as long as she worked in the store.
"Junior sister, please make arrangements. I'll go see what else can be arranged in the yard." Han Muye shook his head and walked into the backyard.
He said that the proprietress of this store is Mu Wan, so it is natural that Mu Wan makes the final decision on all matters.
Anyway, just be happy.
In the small courtyard, there are various potted plants brought from Lu Yuzhou, as well as a pair of stone benches.
A pile of books and scrolls that had not yet been delivered to the wing were placed on the stone table.
Han Muye reached out and opened the two books and saw that the handwriting on them was written by the great Confucian himself.
Slowly unfolding a scroll of paintings, green mountains and rivers come into view.
There was a faint aura of awe in his palm, wrapping the scroll.
Today in Lu Yuzhou's small courtyard, Han Muye has discovered that by infusing it with Haoran Qi, he can harvest the memory scenes in the scroll.
Sure enough, a blank picture appeared in Han Muye's mind as the awe-inspiring energy filled him.
On the scroll, the ink brush strokes and dots are stained, and there are mountains and rocks, ancient trees, pavilions, waterfalls and springs...
In Han Muye's divine treasure, a mighty power surged.
"A prototype for building a world?"
Seeing the awe-inspiring energy in the divine treasure transforming into chaos and surging continuously, Han Mu became enlightened in his ambition.
Confucianism and Taoism, whether it is writing or recording, or such scrolls, are all building a world.
This world comes from the thoughts in the mind of the person who writes the pictures.
This is close to building a Tao domain.
But in the real realm, success is not so simple.
"What about kendo?"
Han Muye whispered in his mouth, and the sword intent in the sea of qi was churning, as if it was about to burst out of his body.
"Destroy, establish!"
Han Muye's eyes shone with light, as if he was about to crush the void in front of him.
The way of the sword, the way of breaking and establishing!
"Senior brother, should these things be arranged in the wing?" Mu Wan's voice came from behind.
Han Muye had a smile on his face, and all the awe-inspiring energy and sword intent in his body were restrained.
Only by refining one's mind in the world of mortals and improving one's state of mind can one's cultivation level be improved quickly.
The fusion of the divine beast's body will also be faster.
Turning his head, he looked at Mu Wan: "Why do you want to put these things in the wing?"
"These are all hanging in the shops outside."
"These are all handwritten by great Confucians, treasures of Confucianism and Taoism."
"With these paintings and calligraphy, those who come to buy elixirs will be embarrassed to ask for them unless the price is doubled several times."
Han Muye rolled up a scroll of calligraphy and painting and spoke loudly.
"Senior brother is really a genius in business." Mu Wan nodded and said seriously: "Then we might as well just open a shop selling the handwriting of the great Confucian."
"It will definitely be very profitable."
Han Muye also nodded seriously: "Gathering the wool of those old guys? What a good idea."
In the small courtyard, the two of them laughed and moved the calligraphy and paintings to the shop in front.
"Senior brother, I took in the Zuo family brothers and sisters. They seem to be quite smart."
"The boss lady has the final say."
"Then you really don't care?"
"I just want to take good care of my boss lady."
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The imperial city is reflected in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the aura shines on the Fairy Moon Lake. Looking at the moon, it feels like a fairyland.
