Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Hearing Zuo Yulong's words, Zuo Lin, who was driving the car outside, showed bitterness and sighed.

"Yulong, my father is incompetent. I have suffered for you and your sister."

"As long as Daddy is a bit skilled, he can find a decent school for you to study, and with your hard work, you can also be admitted as a scholar, and you don't need to be a child."

"And your sister, her talent for alchemy is very good. If she can persist, maybe she will become an official alchemist."

"It was the old horse's family at the west end of the street who came to propose a marriage a while ago, and they gave a betrothal gift of eight hundred spirit stones. I'm still hesitating..."

Zuo Lin was still chattering, and Zuo Yulong in the car had already turned his ears away from the car's affairs. He held the book in his hand solemnly and read it carefully.

Great Confucian handwriting, every word seems to carry the rhythm of the Great Dao.

The insights of these great scholars are even more thought-provoking.

"It's a flash in the pan, and the world's beauty is like this."

"People say that there are Yushu Qionghua in the southeast. I have been searching for ten years and I can't find it. Finally, I realize that Yushu Qionghua is a shadow of ice and snow. It can be encountered but not sought."

Zuo Yulong, who was curled up under the big wooden chair, stared hungry at the book in his hand, wishing he could study every word carefully.

There was a faint trace of aura emerging from him.

The combination of Wen Qi and Hao Ran Qi can become a realm of talents.

The carriage slowly stopped, and Zuo Lin gently opened the door.

The dazzling sunlight shone into the carriage, causing Zuo Yulong to lose his mind for a while: "Father?"

Zuo Lin nodded with a smile, looked at the booklet in Zuo Yulong's hand, and grinned, "How is it, Dad didn't lie to you?"

Zuo Yulong nodded, with a hint of redness on his face.

He looked out of the car and put away the book with some reluctance.

"It would be great if I could finish reading these books..."

Hearing his words, Zuo Lin's face flashed a tinge of pain.

"Yulong, these books—"

Before Zuo Lin could finish speaking, the reluctance on Zuo Yulong's face turned into a relaxed smile, and he got out of the carriage.

"Father, what Vice-President Lu said makes sense. The beauty in the world is short-lived, and the joy in the world turns into regret."

"Being able to read the handwriting of the great Confucianism is already my chance. If I insist on it, it may be a disaster rather than a blessing."

As he spoke, he moved the large chair in the carriage.

"Dad, where is this going?"

Zuo Lin raised his head and clicked on the shops along the road.

At the door of the store, Shao Datian, a tall tiger youth, was moving the wooden cabinets and racks out.

What Cuicui said, it's a pity to throw these things away, and they can still be made into tables.

They only have that little spiritual stone net worth, they can save as much as they can.

Shao Datian had met Zuo Lin last night and knew that Zuo Lin helped Han Muye drive back.

At this time, seeing Zuo Lin and Zuo Yulong carrying large chairs, they quickly stepped forward to help.

Zuo Yulong and the others squeaked the big chair that could not be moved, and Shao Datian had one in his hand.

The carts are full of things, and the courtyards and shops are filled.

Looking at those books and pictures, Zuo Yulong was a little stunned.

It would be great if you could watch these things once...

Just a moment ago, he glanced quickly, and all he saw was the handwriting of the great Confucian.

It is the two large chairs, the materials used are unknown, but the workmanship specifications must be made by famous experts.

My father said that this was all moved from the house of Vice-President Lu, so it should be true.

Cuicui came over and called a few people to eat next door, Zuo Yulong reluctantly exited the store and watched Shao Datian lock the door.

"Father, you said that Young Master Muye and Miss Mu are not ordinary people, right?" Zuo Yulong grabbed Zuo Lin's sleeve and whispered.

Zuolin nodded.

"Then you say, if I come to this shop to be a buddy..."

to be a buddy?

Zuo Lin's eyes lit up.

If it were elsewhere, he would definitely not allow it.

Even though I was tired and peeled, I didn't want my son to be a man.

But Mr. Makino's job as a guy in the shop is a chance!

Not to mention Mr. Muye's own identity, it is also an unimaginable big gain to be able to read some great Confucian handwritings in his spare time.

"Boy, if you want to be a clerk in the son's shop, we have to start with these two people first." Zuo Lin looked at the tall Shao Datian and took out two spirit stones: "Go buy some good wine and meat. ."

Zuo Yulong laughed, took the Lingshi and left.

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Yuyan Lake is shaped like a flying swallow with its wings spread out, and the surrounding pavilions and pavilions are endless.

Chunchao Pavilion is at the highest point of the mountain by the Yuyan Lake.

When Han Muye and Mu Wan climbed the mountain, there were quite a few students in the Spring Tide Pavilion, chatting endlessly.

Probably what to do.

Han Muye and Mu Wan were not interested in getting involved, so they just walked past the pavilion to see the clear waves of the lake.

The lavender aura filled the air, and the golden aura reflected and shimmered.

The spiritual energy in the lake condenses into substance, and it seems that it will turn into mist and rain at any time.

This bright and misty scenery is indeed like a dream.

At some point, Han Muye had already held Mu Wan's hand.

The two stood side by side, quietly watching the lake scene without speaking.

There was no sound at this time.

In Han Muye's Divine Treasure, the power of Divine Soul surged, and the sword of Divine Soul was continuously inscribed with lines.

Each of these traces represents the sublimation of this trace of power.

Sure enough, the prosperous world can best train the mind.

This moment was worth months for him to clean up.

Such an increase in mental power is many times faster than cultivating a mantra.

Unfortunately, such opportunities are equivalent to epiphanies, not often.

However, the mood depends on the person, and with Mu Wan by his side, are you afraid that you won't have the opportunity to refine your mind?

"You two, can you do us a favor?"

A voice came from behind, causing Mu Wan's face to blush.

husband and wife.

This is the name of a married couple.

Taking a look quietly, Han Muye next to him had a calm expression.

When they turned around, they saw two Confucian scholars standing behind them.

A thin, fair face, obviously a woman wearing a blue Confucian robe.

The other is taller, with a spirit in his eyes, and a surging qi in his body, which shows that his Confucianism and Taoism are not weak.

"In Xiabaili Tongyun, I am writing poetry here with a few classmates, and I can't tell the difference for a while. I want to invite the two of you to be a judge."

The thin scholar bowed his hands to Han Muye and Mu Wan.

Judging poetry?

Mu Wan smiled and shook her head, then turned to look at Han Muye: "Senior brother, I really can't do this, can you?"

Row?

Man, can you say no?

Han Muye laughed and said, "Junior sister, do you think I can do it?"

After speaking, he pulled Mu Wan and strode towards Chunchao Pavilion.

"Senior Sister Baili, can they do it? This is a handwritten bet related to Teacher Liu Gonglin."

The young man beside Baili Tongyun spoke in a low voice with some worry.

"Let's see and talk, maybe they can really see the quality of poetry and prose." Baili Tongyun shook his head and followed to Chunchao Pavilion.

Han Muye walked outside the pavilion and looked up at the plaque on it.

"Well, these three words are written with flavor. If you can ask this guy to write a door for our store, it would be really good." Han Muye's eyes fell on the inscription, and he said with a smile.

"Huang Tingshu, is the great scholar of calligraphy and Taoism. It is said that he is three-pointed into the wood, and every word is worth a thousand pieces of gold. He once dyed the water of the half river outside the city with a single stroke, right?"

Mu Wan shook her head and said softly, "How can you ask for such a great Confucian's word?"

Han Muye chuckled lightly as he walked towards the pavilion, and said, "This guy is worth a lot of money, let's get him to 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're looking for?" In the pavilion, a girl in a long purple dress glanced at Han Muye and Mu Wan, then at Baili Tongyun.

"Even if it's not an academy teacher, it should be a Confucian and Taoist practitioner," the girl shook her head and said lightly, "I'm afraid they don't even recognize these poems."

Saying that, she turned her face to look at the people around her and said, "I suggest that we still ask Tao Yicheng to teach us to judge for us."

Hearing her words, some people in the pavilion nodded and some shook their heads.

"Hehe, if Miss Qin Wu wants me to judge, I'm willing, I don't know if Miss Baili can recognize it." The fat white middle-aged man standing by the pillar in the pavilion said with a smile.

"Tao Tao is really proficient in poetry and poetry, but Baili thinks it's better to find someone who is not familiar with both of us to judge." Baili Tongyun shook his head.

There is something in the words.

The Tao teacher laughed and took a step back.

He is not familiar with Baili Tongyun, but he is familiar with the Qin family.

Baili Tongyun looked at Han Muye and Mu Wan and said, "The two of you, since you are visiting the Imperial City Academy, it is also interesting to be a judge at the Wenhui."

She walked to the long table and spread out the poems on it.

"These poems are not signed, the two of you can just choose the one you like."

Hearing Baili Tongyun's words, the fifth Miss Qin frowned, but didn't speak any more.

Han Muye walked over to the long desk, and Mu Wan also walked over to read the poems.

Baili Tongyun said it well, it is indeed interesting to encounter this matter.

It is rare to have such an experience as being able to judge the poetry and writing society at the Imperial City Academy.

"The setting sun is in the water, and the water in Thurse Lake is bright."

"Is this the scenery of Yuyan Lake? I think it's good, and the words are good." Mu Wan said softly.

Hearing her words, some of those Confucian scholars smiled lightly.

"This poem is also considered good?" Someone on the other side whispered.

Mu Wan showed embarrassment on her face and turned to look at Han Muye.

Although she is a practitioner, she is not proficient in Confucianism and Taoism.

She couldn't tell the deep meaning of the poem.

Han Muye raised his hand and unfolded another scroll.

"Following the flow of water, the scenery is beautiful, and there are clear springs in the mist of the two mountains. It seems that they are all written about Yuyan Lake?"

Mu Wan's voice was much lower this time, she raised her head to look at Han Muye: "Senior brother, please tell me."

Hearing her words, someone behind her muttered in a low voice, "Sure enough, you are not a Confucian or Taoist. You can't even judge this poem as good or bad."

"Senior Sister Baili, too, looking for someone to comment on poetry, how much can you get a little bit of it."

Literati is light.

But literati are more light on outsiders.

The Imperial City Academy is a holy place for Confucianism and Taoism, even the old man who sweeps the streets can say a few poems.

Today's poetry review is actually looking for two people who don't understand poetry. Who can approve the result of the judgment?

That fifth Miss Qin and a few people around her had already sneered on their faces.

Han Muye looked at the guilty Mu Wan.

I came to Yuyan Lake to play with Mu Wan, how could I be upset by these outsiders?

Then give you a good review!

"The words are piled up, and the words are like ink pigs." Han Muye said lightly, causing everyone's expressions to stiffen.

Many people looked at each other with strange colors in their eyes.

Baili Tongyun and the youth behind him also showed surprise on their faces.

That Taoist teacher's eyes fell on the words in Han Muye's hand, and then he looked up at Han Muye.

"You said this—" someone said behind.

Just before he finished speaking, Han Muye's voice sounded.

"Junior sister, look, this poem talks about the beauty of the lake. The words are flat and flat, and the words Yi and Bi are used together. Also, Yishui and the two mountains do not rhyme."

Han Muye stretched out his finger and pointed to the words in it: "And this word, you can see that the vertical painting is vain, the horizontal painting is vain, and a few words are deliberately left blank. This way of writing has a poor foundation."

Putting this poem aside, Han Muye picked up another and spread it out.

"Junior sister, look at this one, what's wrong?"

Behind the two, everyone looked at each other.

Although Han Muye's comments were harsh, they were penetrating.

Such comments, can people who are not familiar with poetry and texts speak out?

Even the people present, not many can speak so clearly, right?

Unconsciously, the crowd moved forward and stretched their heads to look.

"The water is bright and beautiful, and the mountains are covered in clouds and mist. This good word is direct, but it seems that the two sentences are not deep enough?" Mu Wan said in a low voice.

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 not bad, but they can be changed."

"The water is bright and clear, and the mountains are clear and rainy. It is strange to be good, and sunny to rain. This is more charming."

"However, such verses should be carefully written with a teeny and small pen. Such cursive writing and ink will lose the beauty of the lake."

After Han Muye finished speaking, he put the paper aside and went to comment on the others.

He still took it and let Mu Wan look at it, and then the two cooperated to analyze the meaning of the poem and the writing technique.

"This sentence needs to be changed. It will only be changed to the most, and the swimming around the water will be changed to the line. The east of the lake is not enough. The white sand embankment in the green Yangyin."

"This poem, um, can't be changed, it can't be saved."

"This song is a bit interesting, Junior Sister, look, there are green hills outside the mountains, and misty rain hides tall buildings. This can be completely changed into a sentence, "The green hills outside the mountains are outside the buildings. The next sentence, I have to write about people."

...

Mu Wan responded softly, occasionally saying a few words in a low voice.

Regardless of whether she was right or not, Han Muye would always praise her, causing her face to blush.

It is really interesting to comment on the poems and articles of the Student Literature Association in the Spring Tide Pavilion in Yuyan Lake of the Imperial City Academy.

Mu Wan looked at the sparse, graceful, scribbled, or arrogant words, as if she saw a scholar standing by the lake, chanting aloud.

This may be the charm of Confucianism and Taoism.

Bit by bit, every word and every word, is the favorite of love, the condensation of meaning.

Han Muye turned his head and looked at Mu Wan with a smile.

On Mu Wan's body, there was a trace of golden light flashing.

Confucianism and Taoism are arrogant.

It's just that this breath is vain, it's just born from the perception at the time, not from the ascetic practice, but it will dissipate after a while.

But this arrogance in the body can condense the power of the mind and cleanse the mood.

After a while, when Mu Wan slowly raised her head, she saw that Han Muye was looking at her.

"Brother..."

She bowed her head shyly.

Han Muye stretched out his hand to hold hers and whispered, "Let's go."

Walk?

Looking up, the poems on the bookcase in front of him have been turned over.

Turning around, whether it was Baili Tongyun, the fifth Miss Qin, or Tao Jiaoxi who was standing at the back, they were all confused and lost their eyes.

Several students are still whispering in their mouths, chanting words.

Han Muye shook his head and led Mu Wan out of the Spring Tide Pavilion.

Mu Wan looked back at Chunchao Pavilion.

This kind of opportunity is really special.

This is the literary meeting of Confucian and Taoist students?

Did they practice like this?

"The water is bright and clear, and the mountains are in the sky and the rain is strange. Are these verses really modified from my poems?" In the Spring Tide Pavilion, a student in a blue robe clenched his fists, his face Confused.

His body was full of anger, and there seemed to be great fluctuations.

"August Lake is at the level, and the connotation is too clear. It turns out that the way of practice should be muddy but not turbid, clear and meaningful. I have been taught, and I have been taught..." The speaker looked up at the sky, his hands behind his back, and his body The purple man's hope vibrated.

"Besides the Qingshan Building and the Building Outside the Mountain, when will Man Wu Qingge be closed, the world is prosperous, and the world is nostalgic, maybe that's the case?" Beside Baili Tongyun, Miss Qin Wu lowered her head and said softly, with a complicated expression on her face.

The opportunities in life may be different, but the words are the same.

At this moment, in the Spring Tide Pavilion, the aura of arrogance and the aura of Wen were intertwined and turned into a golden curtain of light.

Baili Tongyun rushed out of the pavilion and saw that Han Muye and Mu Wan had already walked to the trail in front of the mountain.

She quickly stepped forward and bowed.

"Thank you, Mr. Baili, for your pointers."

After speaking, 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 overjoyed and hurriedly looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye chuckled, looked at Mu Wan and said, "Junior sister, our shop name hasn't come up yet."

Mu Wan was stunned for a moment, and said softly, "Then senior, give me a name."

"Junior sister, you are the wife of the boss, I will listen to you." Han Muye's words made Mu Wan blushed.

After pondering for a while, she whispered: "It's called Dan Yuange, because Dan originates..."

"Okay, it's called Danyuan Pavilion." Han Muye looked at Baili Tongyun and said, "Our store is located in Guanyue on Yuyuan Street. It hasn't opened yet, so it's easy to find."

After speaking, holding Mu Wan, he walked slowly down the mountain.

"Yuyuan Street, Guanyueli, okay." Baili Tongyun nodded.

"Baili, I will hand over Master Liu's handwriting to you for three days." The voice of Miss Qin Wu came from behind Baili Tongyun.

"When you go to visit this gentleman, please call me with you."

Hearing this, Baili Tongyun turned his head and looked at it curiously.

"Miss Qin, don't you always look above the top? Why, are you convinced today?"

Miss Qin Wu ignored Baili Tongyun, turned around and left.

A light smile appeared on Baili Tongyun's face.

"Senior Sister Baili, that gentleman, could it be a major cultivator from the Imperial City Academy? The accumulation of these poems is simply heavenly~www.wuxiahere.com~ A young man in green robe came over and spoke in a low voice. .

"Yes, there is a word teacher in ancient times. Today, it is not an exaggeration to call this gentleman a teacher of poems." Someone stepped forward and spoke solemnly.

Everyone else also walked out of the pavilion and looked down the mountain.

In front of Chunchao Pavilion, emotions surged for a while.

Han Muye smiled as he slowly walked down the mountain.

He could feel the air of hope in his sea of ​​anger constantly surging.

The gathering of this kind of hope is much faster than usual.

It seems that convincing Confucian and Taoist practitioners is much more profound than ordinary mortals.

Mu Wan was also in a good mood. While looking at the scenery, she whispered the poems that Han Muye had revised earlier.

"Is this the Baisha Embankment? The White Sand Embankment in the Green Yangyin is indeed as beautiful as poetry."

"The breeze moves green willows, and Qiqi is full of other feelings." Unconsciously, Mu Wan tightened the fingers that were holding Han Muye.

"Hey, this verse is good, you wrote it?" Not far away, an old man with a broom in his hand raised his head and looked at Mu Wan.

"No, it was written by the students of Chunchao Pavilion Middle School." Mu Wan shook her head, with a hint of pride on her face: "However, my senior brother changed the verse."

The smile on her face is mostly the little girl's stealing.

My own senior brother is the most powerful one.

"Changed?" The old man looked at Han Muye and muttered a few words. He seemed to have lost interest. He took the broom and started sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground.

Han Muye's eyes fell on the old man's broom, his eyes shining brightly.

The sweeping trajectory of the broom is all written strokes.

This one seems to be a great book writer too?

The old man seemed to have sensed it and raised his head to look at Han Muye.

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