Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Walking out of the door, Zuo Yulong and Zuo Yuting in white clothes were already waiting excitedly.

Being able to go to the Jade Epiphyllum Club with my shopkeeper and the proprietress is exciting.

Knowing that when Han Muye took them to the literary meeting, the brothers and sisters didn't sleep well all night.

Even Zuo Lin didn't sleep much.

Sitting on the carriage, Zuo Lin, who was wearing brand new clothes, happily flicked his whip, and the frame flew away.

Beside the avenue, Shao Datian scratched his head and turned to look at Cuicui beside him.

"Cuicui, when our child grows up, let him go to study too."

"I think wearing that robe looks very good."

Shao Datian waved his arms, imagining that he was waving his big sleeves.

Seeing Shao Datian's actions, Cuicui couldn't help laughing when she thought of Shao Datian wearing that robe and showing a tiger's head.

The two laughed and went back to their shop.

Han Muye and Mu Wan asked them if they would go to the Wenhui, but they all refused.

Cuicui felt that she was completely ineligible to participate in such a literary meeting. As for Shao Datian, if he sat with those students, he would feel uncomfortable.

"Brother Datian, my wife asked me to bring some medicine to protect the fetus." Bao Mingcheng, who was carrying the medicine bag, walked to the store and turned to look at the closed Danyuan Pavilion.

Sure enough, this family is going to participate in the literary meeting.

In the small shop in the Southern Wilderness, Shao Datian and Cuicui came out to receive them with joy.

The carriage ran fast, and Mu Wan, who lifted the curtain of the carriage, saw the scenery on both sides change rapidly.

The vertical and horizontal avenues in the imperial city have always been extremely wide, and the frames are parallel.

Looking at the imperial city at this time, it is no longer the same as when it first came.

Zuo Lin, who was driving the car in front, turned to look at the children beside him with a smile on his face.

At the beginning, he was driving a car and leading his son on a trip around the city. In his life, everything changed.

As the frame moved forward, there were more and more people on both sides of the avenue.

Those scholars and students with big sleeves and Confucian robes were talking loudly.

They were high-spirited and emotional, and it seemed that they were the ones who participated in the Wenhui today.

Indeed, today is a great event for Confucianism and Taoism, and it is a good day for their Confucianism and Taoism practitioners.

Today belongs to them.

Zuo Lin couldn't remember, how many years ago was the last time he saw the Confucian scholars in the city so excited?

The carriage moved forward, slowing down.

Because there are too many scholars and students out of the city, the road has been blocked.

On the road, those frames will also slow down, in parallel with these students.

"Hey, that seems to be the frame of the Great Confucianism, should we dedicate a poem to see if the Great Confucianism will notice?" Some of the Taoist students pointed to a carriage and said in a low voice.

"Isn't it okay... Lili on the tree, when I return late, what do you think of my poems?"

"Fuck, no martial arts, sir—I also have poetry—"

In the midst of the chaos, someone desperately shoved the books into Zuo Yuting and Zuo Yulong, who were sitting beside the frame.

I didn't understand who sent it, they were already holding a stack of books in their hands.

The siblings looked at each other, bewildered.

"Bring it to me and have a look." Han Muye in the carriage said softly.

The two siblings hurriedly handed the book to Han Muye.

"Hey, if I hadn't met the young master and the young lady, I'm afraid I might not be as good as them..." Zuo Yulong turned to look at the students beside the road, and said softly.

He Zuo Yulong was just a little talented, and was listening to the Imperial City Academy.

There are countless people like him in the entire imperial city.

Why is he stronger than others?

On the side of the road, I saw the books in the hands of the two brothers and sisters being handed into the carriage, and they were busy sending them back.

The two brothers and sisters did not dare to pick up at this time, and they both shrank their hands.

"Zuo Yulong!"

"Yulong, it's me!"

"Last time I sat in on the class, Murong Tui was sitting next to you!" Someone shouted on the frame next door.

Zuo Yulong turned his head to see that it was a little fat man.

Murong retreated into the carriage and turned to look at the old man sitting in front of him.

"President, this Zuo Yulong is said to have a Confucian and Taoist master behind him. Why don't you hand over your book to him. Don't worry, Yulong is my brother."

The little fat man patted his chest.

Sitting upright, Qiu Chuqi hesitated for a moment, nodded, and carefully took out a scroll of handwriting from his sleeve.

The little fat man reached out and grabbed it, sticking out half of his body from the carriage.

"Brother Yulong, show this book to Mr. When you come back, I will invite you-"

Murong Tui winked at Zuo Yulong.

Zuo Yulong was a little embarrassed, but he still reached out and took the book.

"Sir, this..."

He knew that with the ability of his own shopkeeper, he could understand everything.

In the carriage, Han Muye said, "Bring it here."

Seeing Zuo Yulong bring the book in, Murong Tui showed a happy expression, turned back and whispered, "It's done!"

Qiu Chuqi nodded.

In fact, with his cultivation base and reputation in charge of the academy, it is not that he does not know Confucianism and Taoism.

Even in the Imperial City Academy, he is also somewhat familiar.

Only today is different.

The great Confucian who can participate in the literary society today is really the top person in the world.

If I can get guidance from such a person, I may still have the opportunity to break through to the master of Confucianism and Taoism.

But once you become a master of Confucianism and Taoism, the world in front of you is different.

Unconsciously, Qiu Chuqi's calm mood turned a little nervous.

He turned to look at the cheerful little fat man in front of him.

This guy spent 20,000 spirit stones to buy invitations and pretended to be 100,000 to earn his favor.

And then he was going to follow.

Originally, I brought him here to see the invitation, but now I see, maybe this kid is not so ignorant?

I just don’t know how the Confucian and Taoist people in the opposite carriage will feel when they see their books?

At this time, Han Muye had already flipped through the pile of books in front of him.

Some pens move dragons and snakes, dragons fly and phoenixes dance, and ghosts draw talismans.

Some handwriting is beautiful, the words are piled up, and there is no emotion.

And some bullshit.

Of course, there are also one or two that can be seen.

He wrote some good-looking copies in ink and folded them.

Opening the book that Murong Tui handed over, Han Muye's eyes lit up.

The handwriting is strong, and the opening words have something to say.

"The world is huge, the stars and rivers are splendid, and the mountains are towering green..."

After reading the whole article, Han Muye smiled, took out a piece of tissue paper, and wrote on it.

After writing, he clamped the tissue paper in the booklet and handed it out.

Zuo Yulong hurriedly took it.

"Brother Murong—"

Zuo Yulong shouted loudly, attracting the surrounding scholars to turn their heads.

The curtain of the car over there was lifted, and Murong Tui stuck his head out with a surprised look on his face.

"My son has already read it." Zuo Yulong handed the book back.

For a while, everyone stared at the book, eager to open it to see what annotations were on it.

Murong Tui took the book, nodded to Zuo Yulong, and got back into the carriage with a smile.

"Hey, you still need a way, or someone will give you an annotation." On the side of the road, someone muttered in disappointment.

Not far away, someone's eyes fell on the frame and frowned.

"This seems to be the pair of siblings from the Zuo family? Remember that they moved away due to the marriage contract of the escaped horse family, and now they are developed?" The scholar in the gray Confucian robe, his eyes flickered, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"What does the daughter of the Zuo family seem to be called Ting? She looks okay, but her background is too low." As the scholar said, he quickly walked a few steps forward and leaned in front of the frame.

"Uncle Zuo, I'm Bai Tao, Bai Tao of the Bai family in the alley."

Zuo Lin, who was driving wholeheartedly, turned his head, was stunned, and said with a smile, "It turned out to be Young Master Bai."

Even the frame can't afford to sit on the big boy.

There are actually many wealthy people like this in the city.

For example, Zuo Lin's family can only rent other people's houses, and more.

Hearing Zuo Lin calling him, Bai Tao showed a happy expression and took out a book.

"Sister Zuo, please help me hand over to Mr.

Zuo Yuting looked at her father and brother in embarrassment, pondered for a while, and finally accepted.

Then someone next to him handed over a few more copies.

The book was sent into the carriage, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea.

Bai Tao walked briskly following the frame, and after a while, his expression became gloomy.

"Bah, what a great scholar, maybe a liar." He scolded lowly, and stopped with some breath.

"What kind of masters can the Zuo brothers and sisters climb? It's a pity that I have a book." He muttered, took out another copy from his sleeve, turned his head and rushed towards the other carriage.

"Om-"

At this moment, in the carriage of the carriage parallel to Han Muye's frame, a golden light shot into the sky.

Great Confucian enlightenment breakthrough!

On both sides of the avenue, countless scholars and students stared at this long-lasting aura.

Is it because of that comment?

really.

In the carriage, Murong retreated to a corner at this time, his face was full of surprises.

"My dear, this is the dean, this is a breakthrough? My favor has made a lot of money..."

In front of him, Qiu Chuqi was holding a piece of tissue paper in his hand, murmuring in his mouth, and his cultivation broke through without realizing it.

"Life is not just about the things in front of you, but also poetry and the distance."

"The world is so big, you should go and see it."

"Poetry and the distance, it's time to go and see, it's time to go and see..."

On both sides of the carriage, dozens of students gathered around, wanting to contaminate the luck of some great Confucian breakthroughs.

Countless people looked up at the frame with envy and excitement on their faces.

Those students clenched their fists and seemed more excited than their own breakthrough.

Without him, push others and oneself.

People can make breakthroughs after getting the comments of great Confucians, and of course they can.

In the distance on the big river outside the city, along the river, and on the avenue, almost everyone looked up to see this golden beam of light slowly dissipating.

The jubilation on the avenue is like seeing a great master break through.

This is a breakthrough witnessed by countless eyes, and I have actually seen someone break through because of the literary society.

In such a grand event, will the next breakthrough be yourself?

The light of the gods subsided, the blood and qi of the whole body were unified, and Qiu Chuqi looked much younger.

Turning his head, he looked at Murong Tui with a gentle expression, and said softly, "Kid Murong, thank you very much."

His words made Murong Tui tremble all over, with tears in his eyes.

Qiu Chuqi was slightly stunned, and was about to ask, only to hear Murong Tui muttering: "President, since I entered the academy, you either beat or scolded, even if my father donated two large yards to the academy, you didn't do that either. Talk to me like..."

Murong Tui burst into tears and sobbed: "President, I also want to be a good student!"

Who doesn't want to be a good student?

Who does not have poetry and distance in their hearts?

Worldly education is not like this!

Qiu Chuqi only felt a shudder in his heart, and the aura of the Great Dao that converged all over his body could not be restrained.

The aura that had dissipated in the sky appeared again.

The golden beam of light is more magnificent than before.

In the beam of light, there is also a faint purple air.

Enlightenment again!

Enlightenment twice in a row, the divine light suddenly appeared, visible for a hundred miles!

At this moment, the students around Dao Dao, as well as those Confucian and Taoist experts sitting in the middle of the frame, all looked in the direction of Qiu Chuqi's frame in amazement.

The continuous enlightenment that only exists in legends, I actually saw it today!

Could it be that Confucianism and Taoism are about to flourish?

"Hey, who is this, who can continuously comprehend the Dao?" An old voice came from the front frame.

The old man in the black robe concentrated for a moment, and his eyes showed a strange color.

"Enlightened because of comments?"

"Could it be that you really got excited because of the grand event, plus some comments, and then you understood it?"

The old man pondered for a while and said, "Chen Shi, I'll take a look at a few handwritten copies."

Hearing his words, the white-robed youth sitting in front of the frame was taken aback.

However, the young man's face turned joyous, looked at both sides of the avenue, and said loudly, "Mr. Chen Yi wants to collect a few handwritten books to read, and send them if you can."

Chen Yi!

The youth's voice fell, and there was exclamation around him.

"It's that rigorous academic, the first strict teacher of the Imperial City Academy!"

"Mr. Chen Yi, the world's great scholar, great master!"

"I, my manuscript, I dare not take out my hand..."

In the midst of the turmoil, many people took out the manuscript and sent it on in a hurry.

The young man named Chen Shi received the manuscript and sent it into the carriage.

This scene made the people around him even more excited and curious.

Someone in the back broke through because of the comments, and he realized the Dao twice in a row. Then Mr. Chen Yi's annotations, will anyone realize the Dao?

Although they know that things like enlightenment can be encountered but not sought after, in the end everyone hopes that miracles will happen more often.

As Chen Yi received the manuscript, there were also people talking on many other frames.

For a time, the already crowded avenue became more noisy.

The Jade Epiphyllum Fair has not yet begun, and everyone's enthusiasm seems to have reached its peak.

In the carriage, Han Muye also had a strange color on his face.

Enlightenment twice, can such a rare thing happen?

It seems that the Confucian and Taoist monk named Qiu Chuqi really has a solid foundation, and there is only one chance.

He chuckled lightly, and his eyes fell on the books that had been annotated in front of him.

After thinking for a while, he opened the book again, and then gently stroked the pen.

"Good poetry, it can be seen that there is something in the author's chest, but Ling Feiyun moves the mountains and rivers to the end, can this be changed to all?"

"This sentence is rigorous and flexible, and the author has a heart."

"The words should be carefully considered, and it should be clear."

"The article is splendid without losing its charm, and it can be created."

"Young man, if you have a dream, go after it!"

"Wu Guanjun's poetry and prose have the demeanor of a general, and he will surely become an atmosphere in the future."

"Wuhu, take off."

...

It's just a lump of flying, it can also fertilize fields, right?

Looking at these poems and articles at this time, Han Muye's senses were different.

All kinds of compliments flowed on the tip of the pen. After some revisions to the original mediocre poems and sentences, and some praises were marked, it seemed to be sublimated.

It is the messy handwriting of the dragon flying and the phoenix dance, with the correct pen and ink embellishment, it also looks uninteresting.

"Breakthrough!"

"Mr. Chen Yi pointed out that a student had an epiphany, broke through to the non-commissioned officer on the spot, flew into the sky, and leaped into the dragon gate!"

"Mr. Chen Yi, take it seriously, it's true, it's really **** powerful."

Outside the carriage, there was jubilation.

On the avenue, exclamations and roars intertwined.

Before Qiu Chuqi's breakthrough, it was a grandmaster, and the beam of light was shining, but it was far away from ordinary Confucianism and Taoism practitioners.

But at this time, it was an opportunity for everyone to truly feel that they might also have it.

Not far from him, the person with a few sheets of tissue paper in his hands, trembling all over, with golden aura lingering on his body, could be the next me.

"Student, student Su Qi II, thank you Master Chen for his guidance and clearing the doubts." The new Confucian and Taoist Jinshi stepped forward excitedly and bowed in front of Chen Yi's frame.

The grace of pointing, a word teacher is a lifetime teacher.

A smile appeared on Chen Shi's face on the frame.

His grandfather really deserves to be a great scholar in the Imperial City Academy, and he can train a non-commissioned officer with a single book.

With such a method, how many of the great scholars on the street can do it?

"Well, you are considered diligent, and this old man has accepted this courtesy."

"I'll follow you by the frame, the old man will take you to Xianzhou."

Chen Yi's voice came out, causing Su Qi Er and the people around him to widen their eyes.

To receive a ceremony is to acknowledge this teacher-student relationship, and Su Qi Er can also call himself a disciple of Chen Yi in the future.

And following Xianzhou, not only confirmed the relationship, but also gave Su Qi II the opportunity to face the great Confucian.

This is the treatment only for direct disciples!

Even Chen Shi was envious of the dejected middle-aged man in front of him.

"Disciple, disciple, thank you Master Chen." Su Qi Er was excited and bowed again, looking at the somewhat worn robes on his body, a flash of redness flashed on his face, and strode behind the frame.

Chen Yi's frame was surrounded by too many scholars, which made the road a little crowded, and the rear frame was a little slower.

For the students, I can't wait for these frames to stop and annotate articles for them slowly.

At this time, Han Muye handed out the article he had annotated: "Return it to them."

Zuo Yulong and Zuo Yuting quickly took over.

Into the eye, it can be seen that almost every book is full of annotations with red ink pen circles.

My son really read every book carefully!

Zuo Yuting and Zuo Yulong looked at each other.

"Huzhou Zheng Yuanhe, Zheng Yuanhe, your Mr. Scroll has annotated—"

"Zhao Daosheng of Hetian Academy, Zhao Daosheng, please come and collect the annotated handwriting."

"The name of this person is not clear, but the one who only recognizes a goose, please come here."

...

The brothers and sisters shouted, causing silence around the frame.

"I, my handwriting has been annotated!" Someone suddenly roared.

"Haha, old man, Zhao Daosheng is the old man, thank you sir, thank you sir..."

"Goose? That's my white crane."

Those who had handed in handwritten books before rushed over and took over their own books.

Some people trembling hands, dare not look down, some people can't wait to open it.

Even if the people around them did not send their own works, they would gather around at this time to see how the works that were criticized were.

Great Confucian commented, what if you can follow the enlightenment?

"Young man, have a dream, a dream, yes, yes, I have a dream! I can't give up, I will definitely be admitted as a scholar..." The white-haired old man held his handwriting and looked at the bright red annotations on it. Tears flowed down my face.

There was a trace of arrogance in him.

This breath is not strong, but extremely thick.

"I have been studying for 60 years, and I keep writing every day. Outsiders only say that I am a Confucian, a Confucian. Only today can my husband affirm it."

"Haha, my generation is studying, but if you want to have a dream, why should you care about other people's opinions?"

The people beside the white-haired old man watched him frantically with tears and tears. Seeing that he was constantly flipping through the book in his hand, he muttered in his mouth. When he reached the last page of the book, the old man breathed and his face flushed.

A strong aura suddenly burst out of him.

"Thousands of sails are exhausted, and the return is still a teenager!"

"Haha, the thousand sails are over, and the return is still a teenager!"

"Zhao Daosheng realized today—"

"boom--"

The rich aura is intertwined with the purple beam of light, reaching the sky.

The dazzling light made it difficult for countless people to open their eyes.

Xiucai, Juren, Jinshi, Grandmaster!

One step and four steps, the aura is superimposed, and the beam of light is like a galaxy!

Wearing a white robe, the young man with a face of only eighteen stood in the beam of light, with light in his eyes and a calm expression. He bowed to the front frame and saluted.

Zhao Daosheng of Hetian Academy, studied hard for 60 years, went from childhood to master of Confucianism and Taoism in one step and four steps, returning to his origins and returning to youth.

Who is not a teenager yet?

In the carriage, Mu Wan looked at the golden aura in the hands of the senior brother in front of her, constantly changing.

Han Muye had a hint of a smile on his face, his eyes pierced through the golden aura, and a mighty power surged from his body.

"Promote Dao with your body~www.wuxiahere.com~ By the power of heaven, this is Dahuang Court."

He put away the golden aura, and said with a chuckle, "It's not a loss to spend a little heroic energy, infuse a master, and deduce the cultivation method of Dahuangting."

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