Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

In connection with the origin of this literary society, the identities of those who participated in the literary meeting were all exposed.

Hundreds of years ago, Grandmaster Lu Yuzhou, who had not yet become the deputy head of the Imperial City Academy, got a jade ephemera.

From this short-lived flower, he realized the truth, and felt the mood that the youth is fleeting, and the time flies by, and it is difficult to leave behind.

Lu Yuzhou, who had an epiphany, began to let go of the waves and linger on the flower boat.

This Jade Epiphyllum can be said to be the opportunity for Lu Yuzhou to realize the Tao.

After the other Confucian and Taoist cultivators got the news, they asked Lu Yuzhou to hold a literary meeting when the Jade Epiphyllum was in full bloom, to see if they could give others the chance to enlighten themselves.

This Jade Epiphany will be formed.

It's just that after Lu Yuzhou disappeared for a hundred years, the conference stopped.

This time, it was Lu Yuzhou's enlightenment and sanctification, and he returned to Tianxuan to hold a literary meeting for the first time.

There were less than a hundred people invited to the Wenhui this time, and each of them was a great monk at the peak of Confucianism and Taoism.

The poor masters of Confucianism and Taoism are not even qualified to participate in the conference.

Such things were originally only circulated in the circle of the great masters of Confucianism and Taoism.

But for some reason, this matter spread all over the imperial city overnight.

Along with this news, there was an invitation handwritten by Lu Yuzhou, the deputy head of the academy.

The jade-colored invitation card has Lu Yuzhou's handwriting.

Even if this invitation is a replica, it is still worth watching.

The key is to hold this invitation, you can get the opportunity to observe the literary society!

How many people are qualified to watch the gathering of the world's top Confucian and Taoist majors?

Just three thousand spirit stones.

Three thousand spirit stones buy the invitation, get a viewing qualification, and maybe they can soar into the sky!

If you don't believe it, look on the Yongding River outside the city. The Yunjin Immortal Boat, where the literary meeting is held, is surrounded by hundreds of painting boats.

Each painting boat has a banner on it, which reads "Special viewing boat for the Jade Epiphyllum Society".

Another banner reads, "The Han Family Firm exclusively sponsors the Jade Epiphyllum Society."

Someone took the invitation card bought for 3,000 spirit stones and actually boarded the painting boat.

As for whether it is possible to observe the literary society, and how to observe the literary society, this person did not say.

Because, after he got on the boat, he never got off the boat at all.

Is there a lot of three thousand spirit stones?

many.

For the vast majority of mortals in the imperial city, three thousand spirit stones cannot be earned in a lifetime.

Among the Confucian and Taoist students in the city, there are only a few who can easily take out three thousand spiritual stones.

Of course, among the 30 million people in the imperial city, this minority is also in the millions.

No one knows how many copies of the invitation.

It's just that some people have calculated that according to the location of those flower boats, it is estimated that it can accommodate 100,000 people.

In other words, the maximum number of invitations is 100,000.

There are too many people in the city who are not bad for spirit stones, willing to give out three thousand spirit stones in exchange for an invitation.

Maybe this is a chance?

Some people bought the invitation cards early, some people gritted their teeth and borrowed spirit stones from their classmates to buy one, and three or five people gathered spirit stones and bought the next one.

I was slow to start, only to realize that the original invitation card of 3,000 spirit stones was priced at 10,000.

I was hesitating whether to bite my teeth and buy it. Looking at it again, it was already 30,000 pieces. Love it or not.

More people who took the invitations went to the flower boat early to occupy a seat.

It is said that it is said that all the supplies on the flower boat these days are provided by the Han family business, from the cost of eating and drinking to the overnight stay, all free of charge.

It is said that it is said that the girls on the flower boat are willing to post upside down the Confucian students who participate in the literary society, and do all kinds of tricks, as if they are in a fairy cloud.

It is said that there was a poor scholar who borrowed 3,000 spiritual stones to buy invitations and boarded the flower boat for one day.

Now people have been living together.

…

No one has investigated whether these are said to be true or false, and it does not matter if they are true or false.

The important thing is that so far, no great Confucian has come forward to clarify the news.

No news is good news.

Now in the city, there are teams of attendants wearing the uniforms of the Han family holding the inkstones of the Ma family workshop, the paper of the Hu family, the ink brushes of the Sun family, and the Yunzhou ink, which is the number one tribute from the royal family, to the Yunjin Immortal Boat.

Then baskets of various fresh spiritual fruits were moved to the boat.

The Korean firm purchased too many things, and many stores were directly evacuated.

Many clever merchants have already gone to the Han Family Firm to negotiate business.

There are also many bookstores and literary clubs that sell Wenbao, and they also send people to contact the Han family firm.

As a result, they have all kinds of treasures in their hands, as well as high-quality ink, paper and inkstones, which can be traded.

On the other hand, according to the news they had inquired back, all the original works written by the great Confucians of the Wenhui, and the original paintings on the cruise ships, will all be collected by the Han Family Firm.

Even if one thousandth of them became Wenbao, that would be an incredible thing!

This was something Chen Ru had never thought of before.

The result of such a thing is that many libraries and literary societies are willing to provide pen, ink, paper and inkstone for free.

Many ready-to-wear stores, Lingguo stores, and merchants selling fine wine are willing to provide them for free or at a low price, as long as they can help their own publicity a little during the cultural conference.

Hu Dieyi, the shopkeeper of Dieyixuan, the largest ready-to-wear store in the city, visited Chen Ru in person and said that he could cover the robes of all the great scholars participating in the conference, as long as the conference was over, he would replace those robes with brand new ones.

Chen Ru had calculated that the value of the robes worn by such great Confucians when they participated in the Wenhui would be ten times higher if they were sold back.

If it is a great master and a semi-sanctuary, if it is stained with ink, water, wine, or even a robe, the value is a hundred times more.

Some people are willing to pay a lot of money to collect these objects.

As for the dresses of the boat girls on the Flower Boat and Yunjin Immortal Boat, Hu Dieyi is willing to take it back tenfold.

Double the lingerie again.

She also said that if it was the clothes of Princess Yunjin and Miss Bai Wuhen, she would be willing to pay a thousand times the price.

This business really works.

But in the end, Chen Ru didn't make a decision. He only said that he could make these robes for Cai Yixuan, but he didn't dare to decide whether to recycle them or not.

Even if the beautiful Hu Dieyi wanted to sacrifice her color, Chen Ru did not dare to agree.

Those great scholars didn't say whether Yunjin County Master had anything to do with his own family master or not, he didn't dare to guess.

However, he still sent someone to send this matter to the Danyuan Pavilion in the form of jade slips to report to Han Muye.

It's a pity that today Han Muye went to Baili Xinglin's house with Muwan, and Zuo Yulong took the jade slip, and waited for Han Muye to return to Danyuan Pavilion before replying.

At noon, Han Muye and Mu Wan, dressed in a cyan robe and a jade crown, stood side by side in front of a quaint and magnificent mansion.

The plaque on the door of the mansion reads "Yellow House".

The handwriting of the great master Huang Tingshu.

"Miss Mu, Madam and the head of the house are in the back hall, you can go in directly."

At the entrance of the mansion, the butler wearing a gray robe greeted him with a smile.

Mu Wan has been here for a few days, and her identity is no longer a secret to this butler who is good at welcoming and sending them.

The niece of the head of the family and his wife, the dignity of which is unimaginable.

Mu Wan nodded slightly and turned to look at Han Muye beside her.

"Senior brother, are you a little nervous?"

nervous?

Han Muye quickly shook his head.

Mu Wan smiled and stepped into the mansion with Han Muye.

Similar to the Qin family mansion, in the wide courtyard, there are spiritual herbs and medicines everywhere.

Many tall trees are medicinal materials with a very long age.

Walking into several halls, Han Muye's eyes fell on a pool.

The pool is only three or five acres, and the color of the water is not clear, but gray.

A faint scent of ink came.

The trees beside the pool are all light ink.

"Huang's family washes the inkstone pond head tree, the blossoming flowers bloom with faint ink marks, and the great master Huang's continuous work is admirable."

Han Muye's eyes flashed, and he spoke in a low voice.

Dao domain.

The three-to-five-acre pool and the ink-colored trees beside the pool have clearly turned into a Taoist realm!

Everyone in the world said that Huang Tingshu was suppressed by Baili Xinglin, that the male was weak and the female was strong, and his will was depressed.

This piece of Taoism, ink dyed world, can it be called depression?

Sure enough, the rumors were not credible.

"My family's washing inkstone pond head tree, blossoming flowers with faint ink marks, good poems, the famous master Muye is worse than seeing it, it is indeed a rare literary talent."

Han Muye turned his head, and saw an old man in a white robe and a meticulously long beard in front of him slowly stepping forward.

Beside him, the woman in the green robe was filled with pill energy.

This is the great master, no, half-sage Huang Tingshu, and half-sacred Baili Xinglin.

"Mu Wan pays respects to Uncle Shi, Uncle Shi." Mu Wan hurriedly bowed and said in a low voice, "This is my senior brother."

Han Muye followed and bowed slightly, cupped his hands and said, "Junior Han Muye has seen Uncle Master, Uncle Master."

Whether Han Muye or Grandmaster Muye is just an identity.

For the great cultivators who have practiced to their level, the status is not important, but the attitude is important.

Han Muye didn't treat himself as an outsider, and called his uncle and uncle directly, causing Baili Xinglin and Huang Ting to look at each other with a smile on their faces.

"Young Yingjie, I didn't believe it at first, but when I see it today, I realize that there are such people in the world."

Baili Xinglin looked at Han Muye, and then said softly, "No wonder girl Muwan wants to find a way of bloodline Dan Dao."

Han Muye lowered his head slightly.

It's really amazing, you can actually see the power of blood in your body.

In the end is Dan Dao semi-sacred.

"Haha, come, come in and sit in the room." Huang Tingzhi laughed loudly, stepped forward and grabbed Han Muye's arm, pulling him into the room.

"Your poem just now is really good, I'll write it down later."

"By the way, how should the last two lines of this poem be continued?"

Seeing Han Muye being pulled into the house vertically by Huang Ting, Mu Wan's face stiffened slightly.

She seems to be forgotten.

"Girl, it's rare for your uncle to have a crush on him." Baili Xinglin's eyes flashed, and he stepped forward and spoke softly.

She looked at Mu Wan and lowered her voice: "He studies the Great Yellow Court, and there are not many people in the world who can be valued by him."

There was a hint of pride on Baili Xinglin's face.

How could the husband-in-law and Taoist partner she chose be ordinary people?

As for saying that men are weak and women are strong, it is just Huang Tingshu's ascetic cultivation, and he doesn't care about the words of the world.

Because of the study of the No Resentment Realm Cultivation Technique, Huang Tingshu created Dahuang Ting by himself, and Baili Xinglin was startled by the strength of his spiritual cultivation.

She didn't dare to guess how much her husband-in-law had cultivated.

"Let's go, accompany me to make some medicinal meals that are common in the Yuhong Realm." Baili Xinglin took Mu Wan's arm and led her to the side.

Mu Wan nodded and glanced at Han Muye who had already entered the room.

Senior brother should be valued by uncle and uncle.

What kind of character is your senior brother?

Unconsciously, she felt sweet in her heart.

"Hey, you look like me back then."

The voice of Baili Xinglin came from beside him, making Mu Wan blushed.

"Actually, it's nothing. The girl has something in her heart, so she should express it and do what she needs to do." Baili Xinglin turned her head and glanced at Mu Wan.

"You and your senior brother have been alone for so long, and you are still a virgin." After a pause, Baili Xinglin shook his head when he saw Mu Wan's red face. Can't open it."

"Your senior brother is such a person, if you don't catch it, you will be in a hurry when someone grabs it."

"No, I, yes, it's Senior Brother, he doesn't..." Mu Wan explained quickly, but she didn't know what to say, blushing, and couldn't explain in a hurry.

"No?" Baili Xinglin frowned.

"I understand, he is a fusion of the power of the blood of the monster, and the physical power is not harmonious."

Baili Xinglin's words made Mu Wan nodded again and again.

"Well, it's a little troublesome not to mention it at such a young age, but it's fine, I'll bring back the several medicinal wines developed by your uncle, and I promise you one night..."

Mu Wan didn't stop talking after that.

She felt that her uncle seemed to have misunderstood something.

Brother, he can do it.

real.

…

Huang Ting's study was erected, and scrolls of painting and calligraphy could be seen everywhere.

Every piece is a treasure.

Everyone in the world, thousands of generations of Confucianism and Taoism, are everywhere.

This collection is much more than what he has collected in the Pill Fate Pavilion.

"Haha, did you see it?"

Huang Ting held a pen on the edge of the long case, raised his eyes and saw Han Muye looking around, smiled and said, "Just take it if you like it."

"I heard girl Mu Wan say that you looted some paintings and calligraphy at Lu Yuzhou's house."

"To be honest, with his little collection, what good things can he have?"

"Look at me, that one isn't a real masterpiece?"

Probably, there is such a thing as mutual contempt between literati, among the great monks.

Lu Yuzhou's character has been defeated a lot, but he has many treasures, which makes people feel uneasy.

This is what Yan Zhenqing told Han Muye himself.

Yan Zhen said lightly, Han Muye evacuated Lu Yuzhou's small courtyard, and how many people in Huangcheng Academy applauded.

Hearing that Huang Tingshu asked him to choose paintings and calligraphy, Han Muye was not polite, and directly selected a few paintings by Huang Tingshu, as well as a few paintings and calligraphy by other great scholars.

"The text of this Huangzhou Hanshi post is like a dragon, and the writing is strong. It is truly a masterpiece." Han Muye put away Huang Tingshu's own handwriting.

"Zu Yuan enlightenment map? Isn't this Wang Mojie's own handwriting, that junior is welcome."

Huang Ting stood there, watching Han Muye really roll away the paintings and calligraphy on the surrounding walls, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he didn't even notice the drop of ink from the tip of the pen.

When he bowed his head, a few ink droplets had already fallen on the paper.

"It's a pity a piece of Jin Yunze paper."

Just as Huang Tingzhu was about to throw away the paper scroll on the long case, Han Muye stepped forward and said softly, "Junior can't take Master Uncle's painting and calligraphy for nothing, so it's just the right time to draw a painting with this pen and paper to send to Master Uncle."

Saying that, he picked up the inkstone on the table and shook his hand.

The paper is full of ink dots in disorder, large and small scattered.

He stretched out his hand and took the ink pen in Huang Tingshu's hand. Han Muye moved the pen like flying, sketching and stippling, rubbing and interspersing, and the plum blossoms bloomed on the strong branches.

"well!"

Watching the plum blossoms bloom, Huang Tingzhu praised repeatedly.

Outside the study, someone looked up.

Baili Tongyun, who was wearing a Confucian shirt, looked at the study room in amazement. Han Muye was painting with a brush while his grandfather watched.

She knows the temperament of her grandfather best.

There are only seven or eight people in the world who can be praised by him in painting and calligraphy.

The shopkeeper of Danyuange, with outstanding poetry and style, did not expect that painting and calligraphy would be praised by his grandfather.

Quietly walking into the study, she saw the picture scroll written by Han Muye.

Plum.

The branches and trunks vary in density, and the blossoms are thick or light, or large or small, and the petals and buds of black plum blossoms are naturally embellished.

Standing in front of the long desk, Mo Xiang seemed to be transformed into Mei Xiang, which was refreshing.

Just taking a sip, Baili Tongyun felt that his heart was very clear, and there was a cold fragrance lingering in his heart.

Huang Ting vertical glanced at his granddaughter, did not speak, looked down at the picture scroll again.

At this time, Han Muye had already slowly cleaned up the picture, and then stopped writing.

He held the pen in his hands and handed it to Huang Tingshu.

"Uncle Shi, please also straighten the axe."

Hearing his words, Huang Ting laughed, took the ink pen and said, "You are already proficient in this painting, and the painting method of ink and wash is no less than that of Xu Qingteng. What do you want me to do?"

"Young people, be proud."

As he said that, he leaned over, stroked strokes on the screen, and wrote down the poems Han Muye recited before.

"The head tree in the washing inkstone pool in my house has blossoming flowers with faint ink marks." Baili Tongyun recited a poem with joy on his face.

"Grandpa, I didn't expect you to have another masterpiece—"

Before she could finish her sentence, she saw Huang Ting raised his head and looked at Han Muye: "The last two sentences, continue."

continue?

Baili Tongyun's eyes widened.

This poem was actually written by Grand Master Muye!

Han Muye pondered for a while, then said softly, "Don't let anyone praise your color."

Huang Tingshu was shocked, lowered his head, and wrote this sentence.

After he finished writing, Han Muye spoke again: "Leave only the fresh air to fill the universe."

The voice fell, and the golden aura surged in the room. Huang Ting stood upright, and the purple halo surged, as if to rush out of the house and into the sky!

"Okay, a good sentence only leaves the air full of heaven and earth!"

"In contemporary Confucianism and Taoism, there are less than two dozen people who can have this nature."

After Huang Tingshu finished speaking, he slowly wrote down the pen, wrote the last sentence, and then signed it.

"Muye personally painted a picture of plum blossoms in ink, and he accounted for a poem, which was recorded vertically by Huang Ting."

Putting the inscription on it, Huang Tingzhu quietly watched the ink plum picture in front of him, and then said with a long smile: "It's not a loss to replace this ink plum picture with this old man's painting scroll full of study."

Hearing his words, Baili Tongyun looked around, and it was really empty.

"Husband, the food has been prepared, you come quickly." Outside the study, Baili Xinglin's voice came.

Huang Ting smiled and carefully hung the scroll in front of him on the wall in front of him, then looked at it carefully and nodded.

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"Girl Tongyun, why are you back? You're not going to the academy today."

As he spoke, he led Han Muye out of the study.

Baili Tongyun took out an invitation from the back, followed up and said angrily: "Look at Grandpa, I don't know who is so abhorrent. He has reproduced countless invitations from the Jade Epiphyllum Society and sold them everywhere."

"There are 3,000 Spirit Stones for an invitation. Now the whole city is vying for the invitation, and this one has been fired to 50,000 Spirit Stones."

"Do you want to take care of this, Grandpa?"

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