"Senior brother, Princess Yunjin is so beautiful..." Mu Wan's voice sounded next to Han Muye.
Can you answer this question?
Han Muye chuckled and shook his head, stepping onto the fairy boat.
Inside the porthole, Princess Yunjin lowered her eyes.
"Sister, why do you have to marry far away from Donghai?"
On the third floor of the Yunjin Fairy Boat, Yun Duan, who was standing behind Yun Jin, spoke urgently: "I have written an imperial poem, and the position of the crown prince is secure."
"Sister, why don't you just stay in the imperial city?"
Seeing that Yun Jin by the porthole was unmoved, Yun Dang lowered her voice: "Sister, is it because he already has a Taoist companion by his side? You are the princess, you go and rob -"
Before she finished speaking, Yun Jin turned around.
“Where did your imperial poem come from?”
Yun Duan was stunned.
She murmured something but didn't answer.
"Why are you wearing this women's clothing today?" Yun Jin's eyes fell on Yun Duan's slender waist and plump chest.
The younger sister, who is dressed in women's clothing, is pure and smart, and her beautiful face is no worse than her own.
The key is that women should look after those who please them.
My sister, who is wearing this women’s clothing, is showing her to whom?
A blush flashed across Yun Sang's face and she stamped her feet: "Sister, what do you mean? It's the rules of your fairy boat that all women wear clothes like this."
"You, I'll go get it back right now."
She said this, but didn't actually turn around.
Princess Yunjin looked at her and sighed softly.
"Silly girl, our family has been pushed to this point and there is no turning back."
"The marriage with Donghai is a big plan of the royal family. Do you think we can really make the decision ourselves?"
"Even if you sit in that seat, I'm afraid you won't be able to change it."
Yun Jin's voice was full of loneliness.
Compared to coming to the Imperial City, she preferred to be as comfortable as she was in Jinchuan.
Now their family is going to become the pinnacle of mortal beings.
But, is that really what they want?
Yun Jin lowered his head and looked at Han Muye who had already boarded the fairy boat.
That night, she flipped through the book and he made comments.
Just like many ordinary students' homes in the imperial city.
"Looking at the red and wet places at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city."
Yun Jin murmured in her mouth that only she could hear: "The red and wet place was supposed to be about the shyness of my daughter's family, but instead it was filled with blood and tears of unbreakable love..."
On the fairy boat, the melodious sound of the piano and the singing are even more melodious.
"Can I dance for you again, just to look back at that time when you were leaving? Look at the fluttering clothes, the fluttering clothes, and they have turned into nothingness..."
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Han Muye boarded the fairy boat, and Qin Suyang stood in front of him with a smile.
Qin Wuyuan bowed and saluted.
Qin Siyu, Baili Tongyun and other juniors were not far away, looking curiously towards this side.
Huang Tingshu and Baili Xinglin chuckled and nodded.
The words are really light, Zhang Xu...
Han Muye and Mu Wan stepped forward, and Lu Yuzhou, who had already gathered himself neatly together, walked over with a smile and led them to meet the great scholars.
As for Qiu Chuqi and others, they are not qualified to go to that circle yet.
Murong Tui rolled his eyes, pulled Qiu Chuqi, and whispered a few words in the ears of Zhao Daosheng and Zuo Yulong, and then they quietly went in the direction of the junior fellow scholars.
If you can't blend into the circle of great scholars, why can't you get familiar with these juniors?
Han Muye didn't know many people on the ship, and not many people knew him either.
But most of the great scholars on this deck, Han Muye, have been famous for a long time.
Similarly, these great scholars were also curious about Han Muye, who had become a god in one word.
Lu Yuzhou's character may be open to question, but he does have a wide range of friends.
There were also Qin Suyang and Huang Tingzhu standing aside, and Yan Zhenqing and the others also helped introduce him. For a moment, the deck was filled with excitement.
After walking around in a circle, Han Muye felt that he was sweating all over.
Lu Jiuyuan, Mr. Xiangshan, once wrote a Confucianism and Taoism that shocked the world, asking questions, asking questions, asking questions, and studying things to the extreme to achieve knowledge.
Master Zhou Dun of Shuilu Academy, who has been enlightened for thirty years, has spread to Zhongzhou with the reputation of "coming out of the silt but not stained".
Lu Dacheng from Donglai Library, the way of heaven is natural, and I am natural.
…
Each one is a prolific author, and each one is profound in Confucianism and Taoism.
Compared with these people, Han Muye felt ashamed.
Perhaps these great Confucianists may not necessarily have higher levels of cultivation than myself, but these people have practiced hard all their lives and established their own path, and they are the most persistent seekers of the Tao.
Every person like this is worthy of admiration.
Of course, Han Muye’s accumulation is not bad either.
At least the golden words that come out of the conversation can make people feel emotional.
"If I look at a flower, both the flower and I will be silent."
"Everything in the world is just a word of prayer."
"I am here, I am thinking."
Many of those strong Confucianists and Taoists who had reached the level of Grand Master had already seen their confusion. They were beguiled by Han Muye's words with thoughtful words, and they were all shocked for a moment.
From the derivation of Da Huang Ting, Han Muye gained a better understanding of Confucianism and Taoism.
It is said that stones from other mountains can attack jade, and with the help of Shinto, he can better understand Confucianism and Taoism.
Cultivation of virtue externally and cultivation of state of mind internally.
How big your heart is, how wide the world is.
When practicing Confucianism and Taoism, the biggest fear is losing the support in your heart.
On the bow deck of the fairy boat, great scholars from all over the world gathered together. It was truly a rare Confucian and Taoist event.
Lu Yuzhou turned around to look, a trace of regret flashing across his face.
"At the last Jade Epiphyllum Cultural Conference, it was Ivy that defeated the other scholars."
After hearing his words, Yan Zhenqing and others also looked around and shook their heads.
Xu Wei, who was confused, did not arrive today.
Perhaps, he may not be able to come again in this life...
"Having been down and out for half my life, I have become a man——"
On the river, there were people reciting poems and songs and rowing there.
The small green wooden boat swayed towards the fairy boat.
That line of poetry echoed, as if the whole world was filled with sadness and loneliness.
An invisible sense of desolation instantly filled the river.
"Half of life has been spent in despair. Hey, whoever is in despair will end up in vain..."
On the fairy boat, someone whispered and sighed softly.
What about the Grand Master? What about the Great Grand Master? What about the Semi-Saints? The avenue is endless and turns into nothing.
In the third-floor room of Xianzhou, the golden light of the jade crown on Yun Duan's head flashed, causing her complexion to constantly change.
Yun Jin had fallen to the ground, tears falling down her face.
Yun Duan stepped forward and hugged her sister gently.
The Confucian and Taoist practitioners were in ruins, so how could it be that the daughter's family had betrayed their sincerity and ended up in a state of unspeakable sadness?
That sentence of having spent half your life in poverty and becoming a rich man has resonated with countless people.
All the great scholars on the fairy boat were like this, and the people on the boat around them were even more trembling.
The Confucian and Taoist practitioners either lowered their heads and said nothing, or sighed sadly. Many of the women in colorful clothes sobbed softly and shed tears of emotion.
They are all truly poor people.
Several Confucian scholars who had fallen into disgrace before closed their eyes and their bodies trembled.
On the bank of the river, scholars stood up one after another. Those with gray hair had tears in their eyes, and the wine glasses in their hands trembled, unable to reach their lips.
On the fairy boat, Yan Zhen frowned and said, "Is Qingteng confused again?"
Ivy.
Mr. Qingteng Xu Wei.
He fell into confusion at first and disappeared from the sight of the world for more than a hundred years.
Because this kind of confusion will be triggered unconsciously and then resonate with outsiders.
Just like now, a poem by Xu Wei can make countless Confucian scholars feel the same and feel sad.
On the immortal boat, only Yan Zhenqing and the other half-saints who had already established their own realm of heaven and earth were not affected by the confusion.
The power of the Dao Realm is to escape from the confusion and obstacles. In the heart, one has one's own world as a guideline, and one will not get lost.
On the river, a small boat floated lightly, and Xu Wei's voice sang again.
"Having spent half his life in poverty, he has become a wealthy man, and his independent bow is whistling in the breeze."
The cool breeze blows on your face, making you forget where you are.
"Where can I sell the pearls under my pen? They are thrown away in the smoke."
Downcast, dejected.
Xu Wei's poems and essays describe the desolate situation of literati.
Whether you say you are noble or noble, or you say you have integrity, in the end, only you really know whether it is good or bad.
This desolate song, superimposed with the gentle white fox ballad from before, makes people feel that they are hopeless.
This life has come to an end and everything has become empty.
Countless confused Confucian and Taoist practitioners stood up and stared at the water in front of them, as if they would be liberated by just jumping.
This is the means of overhauling Confucianism and Taoism.
Just one word can make people feel lost and not know whether they are alive or dead.
This method made Bai Wuhen's fingertips tremble slightly as he kept playing the piano.
After such an overhaul, the power of the mind is comparable to that of the Nine Tails.
The last person who surprised her was Han Muye.
Outside the fairy boat, everyone is lost.
On top of the fairy boat, there were quite a few people with clear-eyed expressions.
Frowning, Lu Yuzhou turned his head and looked at Han Muye, slightly startled.
At this time, Han Muye did not feel any strange. Instead, he held Mu Wan in his arms with tears in his eyes and comforted her softly.
"Brother, you can't let Xu Qingteng's poem ruin the Jade Epiphyllum Art Festival." Lu Yuzhou laughed and turned to look at the other people.
Qin Suyang and others had smiles flashing on their faces.
They are all semi-saints, with calm expressions and no worries about losing their minds.
But it is naturally not convenient for them to take action at this time.
Xu Wei is not yet a semi-saint.
In their view, Han Muye was a junior, and he was not affected by the power of the barrier.
Naturally, it could only be Han Muye who took action.
Han Muye nodded and looked up at the wooden boat, which was only a few hundred feet away.
Xu Wei, standing on the boat, was wearing a black robe and smiling.
The space around him was distorted, as if he was in another world.
The power of the soul is too strong, and it cannot reach the Dao realm. It cannot stabilize its own strength, and is on the verge of being lost.
Han Muye's pill could save Xu Wei's life, but it couldn't make him wake up completely.
So for such a long time, Xu Wei was always boating on the river and rarely interacted with people.
Looking at Xu Wei, Han Muye also had a smile on his face.
He did not blame Xu Wei for suppressing the whole audience with a poem, making it impossible for the literary gathering to continue.
The more something like this happens, the better the story becomes.
There is a semi-sage in charge of the Wenhui, so there won't be any big mistakes.
But at this moment, it was time for him to recite a poem.
It doesn't matter that Xu Wei takes all the limelight, but if this confusion is not broken, it will be heartbreaking for many people.
That's not good.
Raising his hand gently, Han Muye's voice sounded.
"After all the hardships, once and for all..."
This life is hard, and I am exhausted.
With Han Muye's words, the expressions of those semi-saints who were still conscious on the Immortal Boat all changed.
Among those who were originally confused, the non-Confucian and Taoist practitioners were fortunate enough not to feel the same way because of this sentence, but only felt a little sad.
Those Confucian and Taoist monks who had studied hard for countless years and were still struggling were already filled with grief and anger that they could not control themselves.
"I have studied poetry for sixty years, but in the end it is just like this, alas..."
"It's difficult to read through hard times, life..."
The more great a scholar you are, the more you feel something in your heart.
Lu Yuzhou, Yan Zhenqing and others looked at Han Muye strangely.
Isn't this guy trying to break Xu Qingteng's puzzle? How come this poem not only fails to break the puzzle, but actually fits it, making people want to escape even more but can't?
Han Muye's expression remained unchanged, he looked at the green river in front of him and spoke again.
"Once the hard things have happened, the stars are scattered all around. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating -"
In the imperial city of Zhongzhou, there has not been a war for ten thousand years, but among the people in the imperial city, who has not seen white flags flying?
Beyond Tianxuan, the golden armor is stained with blood, and the place where the Red Flame Army buries their bones is the broken mountains and rivers.
Han Muye's voice echoed, and there seemed to be a whimpering sound between heaven and earth.
This is the lament of this world, for the countless heroes who have never returned, and for the countless broken mountains, rivers, world and earth.
If Xu Qingteng's poems are about feeling sad for oneself, then Han Muye's poems are already sad with the world.
A great master cannot practice the way that harms oneself.
But the world and the earth are in sorrow, and the semi-saint realm is shaking, as if the nine heavens are shedding tears!
At this moment, Lu Yuzhou was three feet away, surrounded by green energy, his body was trembling, and his eyes were wide open.
He has only just established his Dao Domain, so the world where he merges with Tianxuan and becomes Dongshan County is just a place where there are only a few fights and broken stars?
Yan Zhenqing looked solemn, and turned to look at Lu Yuzhou and Han Muye with some doubts.
"Aren't they brothers? Looking at it now, it seems," Huang Ting turned to look at Lu Yuzhou and whispered: "Lao Lu's realm is unstable..."
One sentence suppresses ordinary Confucianism, two sentences suppresses the semi-sage Confucianism, Han Muye's poem seems to want to work with Xu Qingteng to catch everyone by the Yongding River today?
Qin Suyang's eyes flashed as he stared at Han Muye.
He was very curious about the full text of Han Muye's poems.
Do you want to show off your own practice, deliberately join forces with Xu Qingteng, overwhelm everyone, attract the semi-saints to take action, and make a big splash, or do you want to turn the tide and die without making a surprise?
Before the full text was published, no one knew Han Muye’s intentions.
But on the bow of the ship, there was already a faint spiritual light surging on the bodies of several semi-saints.
If Han Muye's poems really meant to cause trouble, they would take action.
Han Muye seemed to be aware of it, turned his head, chuckled, and then spoke loudly.
"After all the hardships, the stars are scattered all around. The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind flutters, and the life experience is ups and downs."
The first three sentences talk about Confucianism and Taoism, but the last sentence includes everyone in the fairy boat with painted boats on the Yongding River.
The women in blue and colorful clothes burst into mourning.
On the third floor of Xianzhou, Yun Jin and Yun Duan hugged each other and cried.
In another room, the strings in Bai Wuhen's hand vibrated, and his fingers slowly left, leaving only a sigh.
Before everyone could feel their emotions like duckweeds, Han Muye's voice sounded again.
"I'm afraid when I'm on the beach, I'm afraid. I'm sighing when I'm crossing the river alone."
Lonely and alone, life is painful.
Sad to the extreme, with no life left to love.
On the wooden boat, Xu Qingteng had a blank expression on his face. He turned around and saw that he was standing alone. In front of him, the Confucian belt was riding in the wind on the fairy boat, and all around were painted boats with orioles and swallows.
The joys and sorrows in the world are not connected, and there is only one person in this life.
The most terrifying thing in life is this kind of despair?
Xu Wei lowered his head, the confusion of nothingness tumbling around his body.
One step forward means life or death.
On the immortal boat, Qin Suyang took a deep breath, with sword intent flowing around his body.
He took a step forward, his eyes filled with divine light.
Tongue Sword Su Yang.
At this moment and here, the only one who can break the world with his words is Qin Suyang.
Han Muye's poems overwhelmed Confucianism, overwhelmed heaven and earth, and saddened the common people. Even Xu Qingteng was confused and confused.
If Han Muye's last poem had not been reversed, Qin Suyang could only break the world with his sword and wake up everyone.
But in this case, those whose Taoist hearts are broken will have no possibility of going any further in this life.
This is the power of the great monk.
One word can determine the path of thousands of people.
There are so many Confucian and Taoist cultivators present today, but if one hundred of them are cut off, it would be a disaster for Tianxuan Confucianism and Taoism.
Qin Suyang's tongue and sword broke the heaven and earth. Today's literary meeting will definitely be dispersed and will not be mentioned again in the future.
Moreover, after today, the world will only remember Han Muye's words that suppressed the world.
One person, one poem.
Could it be that in today's situation, Han Muye made all kinds of calculations just to become famous in the world?
Qin Suyang's eyes narrowed.
Ahead, Han Muye's voice sounded.
"People have been born since ancient times. Who has never died——"
die!
Only death can provide relief!
He really wanted to sacrifice countless people's lives to fulfill his own destiny!
The sword light on Qin Suyang's body combined with Haoran Qi, and the ten thousand-foot-long sword light struck down in the air.
Today, heaven and earth are not broken, and hundreds of thousands of people present are afraid of death!
Breaking the world to save everyone, but cutting off the path of countless great monks.
After today's sword attack, Qin Suyang has no chance of standing in the imperial city.
But he must use this sword!
He, Qin Suyang, practiced Confucianism and Taoism and became a semi-sage. Confucianism and Taoism were combined with swordsmanship, and he became known as the Tongue Sword. Later, he turned to the Tao of Alchemy, showed compassion for heaven and earth, and became a Half-Sage of the Tao of Alchemy.
Confucianism, Taoism, swordsmanship, and alchemy are all at the pinnacle of the human world.
But in the final analysis, he is still the same Qin Suyang who acted decisively and suppressed Donghai with his sword and tongue!
"Buzz——"
The sword light slashed down.
Han Muye raised his head, with neither sadness nor joy on his face.
"Let him speak." A voice came from the void.
As soon as the sound started, the whole world seemed to be frozen.
Qin Suyang's long sword also stopped in mid-air.
There is only one person in the world who can make the Half-Saint Sword in one word.
Literary appearance.
The sound of writing and ink.
Han Muye laughed loudly, looked up at the world in front of him, and shouted loudly.
"As we cultivate, cultivate our body, cultivate our mind, and cultivate the great road of heaven and earth, what we seek is nothing but freedom and longevity."
"There is heaven and earth in your heart, but immortality is elusive."
"Even the heaven and the earth are just the twinkling stars in the endless void, a bright spot in the long river of time."
"The dead are like this, and life and death are just a fleeting moment. What should we ask for in this life?"
What do you want?
What do you want in this life?
On the Yongding River, on the bank of the river, everyone raised their heads.
Han Muye stood at the bow of the boat, clenching a fist with one hand and shouting loudly with a voice like gold and iron.
"Since ancient times, no one has ever died, and his loyalty will be remembered by history!"
"boom--"
There were lightning and thunder between heaven and earth.
Endless mountains and rivers, blue sky.
Above the river, all the sadness dissipates in one breath.
Instead, it is impassioned, it is loud, it is time that is not wasted, life is never repeated, it is strong ambition, it is sacrifice of one's life for righteousness!
The waste of time in this world is but one death.
But besides life and death, there are more things in this world!
After all the hardships, the only way to die is to leave a name for history.
Above the river, the shadow of the long sword dispersed.
The breeze is blowing on my face and the waves are rippling. It is really a beautiful scenery.