Comprehensive Comprehension: Sixty Years of Observing Swords in Jiange 357. The jade epiphyllum blooms and disappears, and the descendants of Jiange arrive.
357. The jade epiphyllum blooms and disappears, and the descendants of Jiange arrive.
Han Muye annotated very quickly. After finishing one volume, Mu Wan put it away and opened another volume.
Suddenly, the second student's name was revealed.
"HJ County Quzhongshao."
"Twelve Quatrains."
Some people went to see the poem, some went to find out where Shao was in the song, and some were curiously waiting for Han Muye to annotate the poem.
Han Muye's eyes fell on the poem, he pondered for a moment, then turned his head and said: "Grandmaster Liu Zongyuan, this poem about describing scenes is your best, maybe take a look?"
After hearing his words, a tall, thin man in his fifties with a long beard stepped forward and picked up the page.
"He is the great master of literary poetry, Liu Zongyuan!"
"Oh my god, if Master Liu can comment on my poems, I would be willing to jump into the Yongding River right now!"
…
Amidst countless envious exclamations, a young man in a white robe with an excited face stood up in the boat.
He bowed to the light curtain, saluted, and then waited quietly.
He is Qu Zhongshao.
As a Confucian scholar who studies poetry, it is a comfort to be able to receive a comment from a poet.
"Well, it's okay." Liu Zongyuan said softly.
Just this sentence made Qu Zhongshao burst into tears.
After studying hard for thirty years, it is enough to get a "not bad" from the great master!
Liu Zongyuan did not comment any more, just folded the page and put it in his sleeve.
If you take it into your pocket, are you willing to accept it as a disciple?
On the boat, on the river bank, there was a sound of breathing.
Opportunity!
Not only does Mr. Qingteng give lectures and accept disciples, but other great Confucians are also willing to accept disciples?
On the fairy boat, Liu Zongyuan's move made many other great scholars curious.
Really accepting disciples?
"Grandmaster Muye, take a look at what other poems you have collected, show them to me." Liu Zongyuan walked a few steps forward, sat not far from Han Muye, and spoke softly.
Han Muye smiled and flipped through the stack of books and found a few pages.
Grand Master Liu Zongyuan wants to comment on poetry!
The last time Grandmaster Liu commented on poetry was twenty years ago, when he had a poetry debate with Grandmaster Feng Zhao at the Fengyulou literary conference, right?
"It's my poetry!" someone on a painting boat exclaimed.
There were sounds of envy all around.
But more people no longer care about envying others.
On the deck of the fairy boat, one by one the great scholars came forward to sit cross-legged. The young men and women on the fairy boat put the small cases on the boat, and then drove the boat to the boat.
Today, on the Immortal Boat, a hundred great masters and semi-saints are going to comment on poems and articles in public!
Such a grand event has never happened in Tianxuan!
Even in the Imperial City Academy, there would not be such grand events on weekdays!
If you seize this opportunity today, you will be recognized by the great master, and you will be prosperous in this life.
Even if you can't be favored, if you can have a comment from a great master, you can still benefit from it for the rest of your life.
The students who had prepared their books quickly took out their books and waited anxiously.
Those who did not have a book prepared quickly hurriedly wrote down the articles they had memorized before.
There were also students who were meditating hard temporarily. The women in colorful clothes beside them did not dare to disturb them, but kept their pens, ink, paper and inkstones ready.
"This, this is the cultural meeting..."
On the bank of the river, a white-haired old man spoke tremblingly.
This sentence made everyone around him nod.
In the past, there were gatherings of masters, where they exchanged cups, complimented each other, and then recited a few poems they had written earlier to take the opportunity to become famous.
Today, great Confucian scholars do not seek fame, but they can teach countless people with their true talents.
After today, I don’t know how many people will pursue Confucianism and Taoism without regrets in this life.
"Hey, I am the deputy master of the Imperial City Academy. I feel so ashamed when I see this scene..." Yan Zhenqing looked at the deck where the great scholars were sitting cross-legged, with a look of emotion on his face.
Opening and annotating books one after another, isn’t this kind of literary meeting a hundred times better than a literary meeting in which each other chats and chats?
He took a step forward and also sat cross-legged.
In the light curtain, one by one the great scholars began to comment on the books, and sometimes there would be scenes on the painting boat.
Those nervously waiting faces and excited and restless expressions were all reflected.
No one laughed at me, but envied me.
There are those who write so hard that they spill the ink without even realizing it.
There was the one who was sweating profusely and didn’t bother to wipe it, but the woman in colorful clothes next to him felt sorry for him and stepped forward to wipe it.
There is also a calm expression on his face, but his fists are actually white-knuckled.
With all the conditions in the world, why not practice?
At this moment, endless awe-inspiring energy rose out of thin air and filled the river.
This awe-inspiring aura is so rich that it can actually compete with the awe-inspiring aura in the imperial city.
Xu Wei was sitting cross-legged on the deck with a smile on his face. The power of confusion around him combined with the awe-inspiring aura, slowly turning into an illusory academy.
Ivy Academy.
Eyes full of ink-colored vines and mottled walls are filled with crazy words.
"Qingteng, this theory by Zhao Puzhi of Huyang County is quite promising, take a look." The great scholar Huang Zongzhi said loudly.
At this time, the scene on the light screen was not on the fairy boat, but on a painting boat, with a young man with a look of astonishment and surprise on his face.
This is the lucky guy!
The practitioners who control the operation of the light curtain seem to have received instructions, and the light curtain gives more images to the students and Confucian scholars than to the great Confucians.
Once there is a recommended book or article, the student's face will appear in the light curtain.
Being a Jinshi in the imperial city is nothing more than that!
Time flowed by without realizing it at first, but later on, more and more people silently prayed that time would slow down so that their books and articles could be discovered.
"He is always so special..." Yun Jin whispered softly on the third floor of the boat.
"Haha, this guy turned a good cultural gathering into such a mess. No one even cares about the blooming of the epiphyllum. He doesn't even take a second look at the most beautiful person on the fairy boat. You still praise him for being special?" Behind Yun Jin, Bai Bai
A traceless voice came.
Yun Duan pouted and nodded.
Bai Wuhen walked forward with a smile, grabbed Yun Jin, and dragged him out of the room.
"How could such a beauty be hidden here? Are all those guys blind?" Bai Wuhen's voice shocked Yun Jin, who made Yun Duan chuckle.
When the picture on the light screen returned to the deck of the fairy boat, the three stunning women who looked like fairies in the sky made countless people's hearts skip a beat.
"What a beauty……"
"Are these the immortal boat sisters?"
"Such a beauty, fairy boat, fairy boat, really..."
"She is as graceful as a dragon, and stunningly beautiful."
…
Bai Wuhen and Yun Jinyun satin appeared on the fairy boat, or read articles annotated by great scholars, recited in a low voice, the sound was like jade beads falling on a plate, or gave paper and pen with a chuckle, adding fragrance to their red sleeves.
Only by becoming a great Confucian can you have such qualifications, right?
Looking at the beautiful face on that picture, countless people set goals for themselves.
Become a great scholar and go to the immortal boat.
"Hey, this Yongzhou student Liu Yong's poems are pretty good." Yan Zhenqing, who had always said little, suddenly spoke.
The light curtain fell instantly, reflecting the poem in his hand.
"The chilling cicadas are mournful, to whom are they complaining sincerely to Changting's evening songs and the few green willow trees?"
"The flying birds are happy, gathering and dispersing with the clouds and waves, thousands of miles of mist, lend me a third of wine to get drunk."
…
On the fairy boat, several great scholars turned their heads and commented softly.
The scene in the light curtain has shifted to the boat, where a young man wearing a blue robe with a patch on the skirt is sitting solemnly.
Beside him, a set of neatly folded Confucian shirts and a cloth bag were placed together.
"Yong is a poor student who can't bear to have his clothes stained with ink, but he still feels comfortable wearing old green robes."
"The invitation to the above-mentioned boat was a gift from Mr. Murong Tui. I dare not use any of the utensils for personal use."
Liu Yong in the picture whispered softly, not knowing that his words had been heard by everyone up and down the river.
At this moment, the eyes of the woman in colorful clothes not far in front of him were filled with affection.
For these miserable women trapped in the world of mortals, they are not greedy for wealth and glory. On the contrary, they are most happy with Confucian scholars who are poor but have strong aspirations.
Only when there is a poem on the Yongding River is a real man!
"This boy is a man of great talent."
There was a sound on the fairy boat.
Mr. Ioto!
Liu Yong, who was still calm in the picture, tilted his figure, knocked over the ink on the small case, and stained the stacked moon-white clothes.
In the picture, Liu Yong is excited and distressed, and when reflected on the light screen, he looks awkward.
Make people envious.
On the deck of the fairy boat, many great scholars raised their heads, with a look of nostalgia on their faces.
"I was the same way back then..."
Youthful.
But it is beautiful.
The scene changes, and on the boat under the setting sun, a girl wearing men's clothing in blue is running quickly, with sweat on her forehead.
While breathing slightly, his fair face showed a hint of anxiety and shyness.
"Wu, Mr. Wu, write me your poems quickly and I will take them to the fairy boat."
The girl ran to Wu Tianzhen who was sitting in front of the small case and spoke in a crisp voice.
In the picture, Wu Tianzhen looked up and smiled, and then wiped the girl's sweat with his sleeves.
"Mr. Wu, the jade epiphyllum is about to bloom, please write the poem quickly!"
The girl bit her lip, her anxious look reflected on the light screen, she was pretty and cute.
Wu Tianzhen shook his head with a smile and said softly: "You are my poem..."
Just this sentence, the shyness and joy on the girl's face intertwined, like a flower blooming.
When the scene faded away, a jade-white epiphyllum slowly bloomed.
Dreams arise and dreams fall.
The jade epiphyllum blooms, as if all the beauty in the world have gathered together.
The flowers only bloomed for a short time, and the petals slowly withered under everyone's regretful eyes.
Before and after, no more than a hundred breaths.
The fleeting beauty made the whole river go silent.
Princess Yunjin turned her head, looked at the river in front of her, and whispered in a low voice: "There are flowers that can be broken, but they must be broken. Don't wait until there are no flowers to break branches..."
Yun Duan frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and said loudly: "There are talented people in every generation, and each of them has been leading the way for hundreds of years!"
Based on these two sentences, no one can speak on the fairy boat, in the painted boat, or on the bank of the river.
Han Muye chuckled, took away the ink pen, and wrote two lines of poetry on the page in front of him.
The poems and prose were reflected on the curtain of light with the fading night-blooming night flowers, lingering for a long time.
“What you see on paper is ultimately shallow, but you know you have to do it in earnest.”
For a time, countless Confucian scholars recited this sentence silently, their hearts surging.
Thunder surged in the void, and endless streams of light flew by.
The purple aura of hope and the golden aura of awe-inspiring light illuminate the river and take away the brilliance of the setting sun.
Poems passed down from generation to generation!
The poem of an emperor!
Encourage learning and guide poetry!
Whether on the fairy boat, on the boat, or on the river bank, everyone is bowing their heads, writing quickly, and writing down the poems and prose just now.
Chen Ru, who was standing not far away, had a smile on his face.
How authentic is this!
Han Muye, who had written the poem, took away the page and opened another book of articles by scholars and scholars.
"The opening chapter has a good idea and the writing is brilliant."
"I suggest that the sentence of reaching the top of the mountain can be turned into a poem. You can use it as the top of the mountain to see all the mountains and small mountains and express your emotions."
What you gain on paper will always be shallow, but only by moving forward can you achieve success.
Those poems and essays handed down from ancient times are nothing, the awe-inspiring aura that fills the sky is nothing, and the sighs of countless people are nothing. Writing comments and teachings, this is the great Confucian!
At this moment, countless people have come to understand the word Confucianism.
Confucianism is what people need.
It is not the Confucianism that moves the imperial city and its literary name has been passed down for three thousand years. It is the great road that educates all directions and makes literature prosperous for thousands of years!
On the deck, Xu Wei spoke softly as he looked at Han Muye, who was bowing his head and commenting in the light curtain.
"Drinking buddy, I'm not as good as you..."
Who can write poems about mountains and rivers without being surprised by favors and humiliations?
If they hadn't seen it in person, who would have believed that someone would casually annotate poems such as "I will be at the top of the mountain and see all the small mountains" in an outsider's article?
The names of literary works are just floating clouds to me, but there are articles when I can see through the world.
This is the great scholar!
This jade epiphyllum literary party did not end until midnight.
After reading the books and articles on the boat, the young man in the boat went to look for those who had written poems and articles on the shore and sent them to the fairy boat.
The Confucian students on the shore did not expect that they would have such an opportunity, and they all cried with joy.
In the light curtain, the white-haired old man was crying while holding his own thin piece of paper, and bowed repeatedly to the young man who took the page. It was sad to see.
But this is the epitome of countless Confucian and Taoist practitioners in the Tianxuan world.
After the moon was bright and the stars were thin, the great scholars on the immortal boat stood up and left in twos and threes, or their bodies moved and turned into the breeze.
The gathering that was originally arranged was gone, leaving only those thick volumes of annotated articles on small cases.
With so many commentaries by great scholars, ten libraries could be built.
Han Muye turned to look at Chen Ru by the porthole and smiled at each other.
At this time, Mu Wan was no longer with him.
Bai Wuhen and Yun Jin sisters invited Mu Wan to play on the fairy boat.
According to what Bai Wuhen said, beauty is fleeting and fleeting, so why do you grind ink and paper for these stinky men?
On the way back, while sitting in the carriage, Han Muye asked Mu Wan and Bai Wuhen what they had said, but unfortunately Mu Wan ignored them.
"Brother, why do you want to ask so clearly about your daughter's family?" In one sentence, all Han Muye's words were blocked.
What happened at the Jade Epiphyllum Gala spread throughout the imperial city overnight.
Countless people and Confucian scholars went to see the illusory Ivy Academy on the river.
Yesterday, a total of nearly three hundred Confucian scholars were named by Xu Wei and accepted as his disciples.
There were also nearly a thousand Confucian scholars whose articles and poems caught the eye of the great Confucian scholar and received opportunities for further guidance.
For these Confucian scholars, this was a life-changing opportunity.
In addition, those who participated in the cultural conference or observed the cultural conference also gained something.
Even those Confucian and Taoist monks on the river bank who just wanted to join in the fun also benefited greatly.
At least their manuscripts of poems were purchased at high prices.
After the literary meeting, the Han Family Trading Company collected all the original manuscripts as agreed before.
The original handwritings and commentaries of the great Confucian scholars could fill ten large carts.
The awe-inspiring aura in the book rushed out of the carriage and matched the stars.
Those clothes that were stained with writing and ink were replaced. After Caiyi Xuan took them away, they immediately increased the price tenfold and hung them in the store. Early the next morning, they were sold out.
As for the clothes worn by the great Confucian scholar, they are even more priceless. Each piece is hung on the second floor of the Caiyi Xuan head office.
Not for sale.
The shopkeeper of Caiyi Xuan paid an unknown price and even accepted Princess Yunjin's robe and Bai Wuhen's hairpin.
It is said that a wealthy merchant offered one million spiritual stones for these two items, but Cai Yixuan beat them out with a stick.
In addition, Wu Tianzhen's white robes stained with ink and green robes with patches on them were also taken away for a thousand times the price and placed in Caiyixuan's women's clothing store.
Wu Tianzhen, a scholar of Confucianism and Taoism, wandered around the world with the spirit of Jade Epiphyllum, Mengluo, and they stayed and flew together.
This story will be told to every woman who comes to Caiyi Xuan.
The white shirt stained with ink and the fallen green robe seemed to be telling that this was the happiness that my daughter's family wanted.
"You are my poem..."
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"boom--"
Above the East China Sea in Suwei World, thunder falls from the sky like rain.
Han Muye stood on the back of the divine beast Basia, activated the power of Kui Niu, collected all the lightning, and then tempered his body.
Above his head, golden pills floated.
Sword Dan.
Another batch of sword pills took shape, and a smile appeared on Han Muye's face.
In the distance, several Su Wei World Sword Cultivators looked on with joy.
These sword pills were sold to them.
After spending three months of work, Han Muye finally refined 361 sword pills.
With this sword elixir, you can set up a Zhoutian Sword Formation.
After refining the sword elixirs required for the first set of Zhoutian Sword Formation, he started to refine the second and third sets of sword formations.
He also sold five hundred sword pills to Suwei World at the price of tens of millions of spiritual stones for each sword pill.
Such a sword elixir, whether it is used to improve one's sword practice or to condense sword pills, is a rare treasure that can only be found.
If it hadn't been for meeting Senior Han, the inheritor of Jiange, the world of Suwei would never have existed.
The sword pills obtained by various factions are collected as treasures handed down from generation to generation.
With three sets of sword arrays, billions of spiritual stones, and various elixirs accumulated, Han Muye gained a lot in Suwei World.
In more than half a year, his cultivation level has been promoted to the third level of Jindan.
The power of refining the divine beasts is also much faster.
The world of mortals refines the mind, and after the Jade Epiphyllum Cultural Conference, Han Muye’s mental power increased rapidly.
I have a thorough understanding of spiritual practice and the control of cause and effect.
He also visited Ivy Academy from time to time to discuss ideas with Mr. Ivy.
In the imperial city, Grandmaster Makino's literary name is spread as well as those of the old Confucian and Taoist cultivators.
"Buzz——"
Han Muye put away the alchemy furnace, held the sword elixir in his hand, and looked towards the sky.
Where the sky was filled with clouds and thunder, there was a figure standing there.
The figure glowed with a cold sword light, and it seemed that it could cut through the void with one sword.
Indeed, if this figure draws a sword, it will definitely shatter this world.
Looking at Han Muye, the figure flashed and flew out of the void of Suwei World.
Han Muye pondered for a moment, and the divine beast Baxia, whose feet had shrunk to a radius of a hundred miles, stood up and flew away.
"boom--"
After breaking through the sky, Baxia flew down into the void carrying Han Muye on his back.
In the distance, a middle-aged man in green clothes and a jade belt, carrying a long sword on his back, has a look of indifference on his face.
"Pretend to be the heir of my sword pavilion, how do you want to die?"
Sword Pavilion!
The middle-aged voice fell, and there was a five-layered pavilion behind him that emitted endless sword energy and hit the void.
Streams of sword light flew out from the pavilion, and the sword pointed at Han Muye, who was standing on the back of the divine beast Baxia.
"Pretending to be a descendant of the sword pavilion?" Han Muye chuckled, and the three sword pavilions appeared behind him. The same sword light flashed and turned into a roaring dragon.