Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

It is hoped that the warm nourishment of the eight treasures Ruyi Scepter can actually enhance the spirituality of the treasures!

"One stroke of mountains, two strokes of rivers, three strokes of phoenix eyes, Mr. deliberately not breaking phoenix eyes, is it to wait for those who have eyes, or is it that everyone in the world is empty-eyed?"

"Mr. has realized the Dao, but he is in it."

"Young Master, this man's power should be inspired by that half-queen poetry and prose spread to Xiyuan County."

Is this the school itself?

Can words infiltrate people's hearts, is it a jinshi or a master?

The sound was like thunder, and the mountains and rivers shook.

In Kong Chaode's view, the position of a master of Confucianism and Taoism is already out of reach, and it is an existence that can control a county.

Han Muye did not speak.

"Pine has the unyielding strength of strong winds, bamboo has the tenacity to break through rocks and take root, plum is proud of cold and fragrant, orchid is fragrant and elegant, eclectic."

Han Muye looked at the four picture scrolls, and a faint aura rose in his eyes.

Is it a surprise?

Han Muye raised his hand and took out a long sword and a jade bottle.

Han Muye nodded with a smile, then looked at the painting and calligraphy, and said lightly: "The words stop the water, but there is a turbulence in my heart, sir, in this grass hut, I have been defeated."

This word is vigorous and powerful, and it is an excellent list.

"I don't dare to think about competing with the Imperial City Academy. I just want to be able to teach a few talented people, and don't fall into the name of my Oriental Book." Having said that, the Oriental Book is even more brilliant.

"What kind of mind, what kind of talent, what the Imperial City Academy wants is that the people of the world return to their hearts, and it is not a good inheritance of Confucianism and Taoism."

Bailushan Weng Oriental Book.

"Han Mu wants to build a White Deer Academy in Bailu Mountain. If you wish, sir, stay in the academy."

"Okay, okay, after today, the old man Dongfangshu will be at the Bailu Mountain Academy, waiting for your return."

"There are guests today, you can go back first, Wen Shu diligently read and can't forget." In front of the desk, the old man waved his hand.

"Bailushan Dongfang Shu is polite."

Dao Dao is whispering to others, you have to listen, is it not wrong to be slapped?

"The boy from the village chief's family served as a yamen. If Qi Xiaoshan at the northern end of the village hadn't died in battle, he would have been able to be a corporal leader."

In Han Muye's mind, a picture flashed.

A faint light flashed in his eyes, and the golden aura matched.

This is the appearance that people's expectations are surging and rising too quickly.

But Han Muye's mind was still, and he didn't give up half a point.

Dongfangshu did not hide his identity.

"That's why Mr. came to study at Bailu Mountain?" Han Muye said softly, his expression unchanged.

"Mei is like fire, the snow is hard to cover, you can see the pride of Mr." "Lan, you used the wrong pen."

Dongfangshu laughed: "There are two more carpenters in the south of the village, and a few descendants in the west of the village went to the county town to work as clerks."

Qin, chess, calligraphy, painting, music, poetry, songs, wine and tea, among them, there are many people who can understand the Tao.

Han Muye smiled and said, "You guys fix it first, I'll take a look."

The student who pondered before this text.

Although it is a mountain village, it is relatively simple, but it is better than clean and tidy.

Seeing this, Kong Chaode felt sour in his heart.

The power of the Red Dust Curse surged and hit this static word.

Han Muye turned his head and looked across from the old man.

After all, the big demon is a big demon, and there is a lot of difference in human relationships.

Saying that, he poured the tea into his mouth.

Seemingly sensing that Han Muye was at the door, the old man stopped reading and turned his head to look out the window.

He raised his palm, and there was a faint purple halo in it.

He could not have imagined that just leaving a letter, how could it inspire such a strong and surging air of hope?

Seeing Han Muye put away his power, Kong Chaode said.

The inscription on the scroll is Oriental Book.

"I can only build a hut on this White Deer Mountain and teach mountain children."

It's just that they couldn't see the Oriental Book that had become the Grandmaster realm. At this moment, their whole body was trembling, and the thin page of the letter was holding a huge weight in their hands.

When I entered the cottage, I saw that the walls were empty, with only three or two pairs of paintings and calligraphy hanging on the walls.

From and to wait and see merchants.

Lin Shen behind him also picked up the teacup and drank it in one gulp.

Seeing this scene, Kong Chaode shook his head, turned his face away, and said softly, "Sir, let's not stop along the way for this flying boat, and go directly to Jinchuan City."

The endless purple power of human hope poured out of Dongfangshu, and the golden aura turned into flowing clouds and dispersed around.

He served as a magistrate in other counties, and he also taught in the academy. The mountain chief went to the Imperial City Academy thirty years ago to fight for a teaching position.

Staring at the thin sheet of paper for a long time, Dongfang Shu looked up to the sky and smiled.

"I have this statement to express my true meaning of Confucianism and Taoism."

"Han Mu has a message for anyone who enters the White Deer Academy."

Stay for a few days, and then put on the name of a disciple?

left?

The divine light in the old man's eyes converged, and it was as deep as an ancient well, making people look like they were about to be drowned in it.

His face was full of arrogance, and he gently unfolded the page, and the graceful and vigorous handwriting appeared on it.

The result, of course, was a loss.

Han Muye smiled and said nothing.

Han Muye also raised his hand, cupped hands and said, "Han Mu has met Mr. Dongfang."

Compared with Han Muye's dark purple light group, this halo is like a firefly candle competing with a bright moon.

At this time, Dongfangshu had blue-black hair and strands of black whiskers. He looked like he was only in his fifties, which was completely different from his old appearance before.

Han Muye shook his head and said, "It's not really research, I only know a little bit."

As he spoke, he spread his hands and said, "Tell me, what business are you doing? I also have a few friends who are immersed in the world in Jinchuan City. Let's see if I can help you."

The sound of reading is in the ears, making people feel that they are standing in the dark night and the wilderness is desolate.

"If you can spread it in the counties of Zhongzhou and gather people, maybe within a hundred years, you may be able to help you become a master of Confucianism and Taoism."

The boys who were sitting in front of the wooden table hurriedly packed their books, bowed and saluted, and then dispersed with a bang.

Han Muye nodded and said, "Do a little business by the way."

At the moment when his arrogant energy poured into his eyes, the old man who was sitting upright shook his body and narrowed his eyes.

"Okay," Dongfang Shu stood up, straightened his clothes, and cupped his hands: "In the past thirty years, there are not many people who have visited my grass hut. You are the first young man to have such a vision. "

Lin Shen quickly followed behind him.

"Is it enlightened?"

"That's why you hang your own calligraphy and paintings on the inn?" Han Muye said with a smile.

Han Muye picked up the half-filled tea cup, took a sip, and said with a smile, "I really don't understand this tea."

On the flying boat, the purple streamer on Han Muye shrouded it.

The sky was bright, the long whistling stopped, and Dongfangshu walked out of the grass hut.

It's not difficult to copy a few more poems like this, right?

At sunset, the flying boat landed in a village with an aura rising.

"Deviated."

"I am worth it even if I die of old Bailu Mountain."

A static word, revealing the various states of the world.

"If you want Transcendent to be free from vulgarity, you must first be ups and downs in the world. At your age, if you can be a businessman and don't do fake articles on Taoism, you must have real talents and real learning."

Han Muye took it with a smile and took it in his arms.

"Mr. Dongfang's character, Junior admires."

Han Muye walked out of the grass hut and looked up at the flowing clouds in the sky, covering the stars and moon.

"Those who make a fuss about this are hypocritical."

"Bai-shou children are born everywhere in Zhongzhou."

The handwriting in the book is rough and vigorous, and the painting is of green pines, cold plums, and green bamboos and orchids.

Seeing that Han Muye didn't speak, Dongfang Shu laughed and said, "Young Master Han is traveling the world to expand his knowledge?"

The reader is a great Confucian?

Dongfangshu looked at Qi Rang, and the unspeakable meaning in his eyes made Qi Rang stunned.

Between the counties and counties in Zhongzhou, there are post stations, which are used to repair and settle down for official flying boats or businessmen.

Not only has a wing room, but Qi Rang also asked the villagers behind him to send various specialties.

Han Muye nodded and said, "Is there anything you can get?"

Top-grade pill, half-spirit sword.

His eyes fell on the wild cursive script: "The book has always been the voice of the heart, and the word 'stop water' really hits the eye and the heart, and the strokes are penetrating."

As for the good articles written in other places, there are many young people who can write good poems, and those who really devote themselves to studying. In the Oriental Book, the young people today are all gone.

"The old gentleman walks like still water, his heart is like a rock, and his words are like grass. He is a master in this way."

Dongfang Shu took out the folded letter paper and spread it out.

There is no alcohol in the tea, but Dongfang Shu’s face is red and his ears are red. When he speaks of anger, his voice is high, and he beats the case and drinks angrily.

Qi Rang led Han Muye and the others to the inn and packed up the wing.

Even so, there was a little more air in him.

Stop along the way, always not empty-handed.

for so long?

The Grand Great Master of Confucianism and Taoism in the world, the top ten are in the Imperial City Academy.

The person who wrote this word is profound in Confucianism and Taoism Cultivation Base.

"Hehe, the night tour of the distant guests is considered a fate, can you come and sit in my thatched cottage?"

Dongfang Shu smiled and asked Han Muye to sit down, then raised the tea cup on the desk, and poured three tea cups with tea: "The rough tea between the mountains and fields may not be eaten."

"Although the bamboo is strong, the leaves are scribbled, and the teacher is angry."

This line is the only route to Jinchuan City, and there are often flying boats to rest.

Dongfangshu is very talkative, and Han Muye can answer questions about Zhongzhou's literary world.

"Son, there are good things in this inn." He smiled and pointed to a landscape picture hanging on the wall of the wing where he lived.

I don't know if the power of popularity can always be superimposed.

It's just that Han Muye thinks that it will take a hundred years to spread?

The old man's expression remained unchanged, looking at Han Muye.

He was short of breath and stared, all the cultivation of the Great Master of Confucianism and Taoism disappeared.

"Originally, I was going to spread Confucianism and Taoism in the Western Xinjiang. I heard that the inheritance of Confucianism and Taoism in the Western Xinjiang has been cut off, and it is difficult to cross the Western Border." Dongfang Shu shook his head and said regretfully.

Such magnificent people and surging aura, who is not the Great Master?

Even if the flying boat escapes extremely fast, 50,000 miles a day, it takes five days to travel from Xiyuan County to Jinchuan City.

"The Confucian and Taoist cultivator here is the Great Master!"

Han Muye walked into the wing and saw that there was only a wooden couch, a small table, and a pair of large static characters hanging on the wall in front of him.

Looking at Han Muye, Kong Chaode looked expectant: "I don't know how many people will increase the popularity of your son's poems when they spread to Jinchuan."

Such a great favor, just leave like this?

A soaring aura smashed through the clouds in the sky and competed with the stars and moon for brilliance.

"boom--"

Oriental Books.

"There is no difference between teaching and learning, the way of a teacher should be sensible-"

Dongfangshu nodded generously and said, "I have been studying poetry and books for a period of time, and I can't be buried like this."

The person in charge of controlling the flying boat was a clerk in Xiyuan County. He was familiar with the specialties and took out a few Spirit Stones and handed them over to Qi Rang.

The minister of literature suppressed the literary world in Zhongzhou, and the atmosphere of the world was attributed to the Imperial City Academy.

The village is quiet and lighted up.

Hearing Han Muye talking about doing business, Dongfangshu frowned at first, and then a halo appeared in his eyes: "It's rare."

The flying boat just landed, and many people had already gathered around.

"Confucianism and Taoism are the Confucianism and Taoism of the world, why can't there be teaching and no distinction?"

He looked at Han Muye and said softly, "Little friend Han, are you interested in spending a few days in my grassy cottage in Bailu Mountain?"

"Young Master seems to have a lot of research on the way of calligraphy and painting?" Seeing that Han Muye was looking at the paintings and calligraphy all around, the old man chuckled.

"If you want to be with the uncle, please ask him to do something; if you don't want to, please get rid of him, and there will be no popular support."

After all, the power of this man was only obtained by writing half a line of poems.

...

Walking along the mountain road, occasionally there are chickens and dogs.

"My generation of Confucians should set up the heart for the world, set up the life for the people, succeed the Secret Technique to the saints, and create peace for the world."

He was originally a master of Confucianism and Taoism, and he studied hard for a period of time.

"Good Cultivation Base." Han Muye whispered, the light from his eyes dissipated.

"A few girls can read and write, and they can spin and weave."

"White Deer Mountain Weng?"

In a radius of hundreds of miles, the streamer shines and gathers.

With that, he paced towards the village.

"It is difficult to become a non-commissioned officer with a great Confucianist who has been raised for a hundred years."

Qi Rang and the villagers behind him left with a smile.

"Mr. Dongfang, you, who are you?" Outside the cottage, the village chief Qi Rang and the others looked at Dongfangshu in amazement.

As the flying boat moved forward, Han Muye could have lavender flashes of light from time to time.

"Haha, tea, as long as it's not too bitter, it's okay to accept it?" Dongfang Shu laughed, picked up the tea cup in front of him, and drank it all in one gulp.

Han Muye looked at the four paintings and said softly: "The pine is strong, but I don't know where the wind is coming from. Mr. has a grudge in his heart."

That Young Master Han Mu woke him up last night and let him realize Dao.

Qi Rang trembled slightly, and hurriedly bowed: "Mr. Hui, the official flying boat in Xiyuan County has left this morning."

Hearing his words, Han Muye nodded with a wry smile.

There are also practitioners who stand overnight in front of this word.

Tens of miles away, countless exclamations rang out.

Walking to the word, Han Muye's eyes fell on the signature below.

The roar of the roar did not stop all night.

It's just strange, why would such a profound practitioner of Confucianism and Taoism live in seclusion in this small mountain village?

Han Muye nodded and walked into the cottage.

"It turned out to be a public boat from Xiyuan County, hurry up, everyone, please come to the village to rest." Under the flying boat, the leader was an old man wearing a linen robe.

Feeling the feedback from the folding fan in his hand, Han Muye smiled even more.

The old man called himself Qi Rang, the village chief of this Qijia Village, and the postmaster of the station.

It is really rare for Han Muye to come to such a secluded village.

There were a few more wry smiles in Dongfangshu's words, a bit lonely.

Since it is a seclusion, why show these words to others?

Hearing his words, Kong Chaode was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile: "Young Master, can you do poetry like this if you want?"

Dongfang Shu frowned.

At this moment, his face turned solemn: "Han Xiaoyou, your business can go to the world."

"Those amazing disciples of the Imperial City Academy do not lack a teacher from the East, and the children in the mountains lack a Mr. East."

After pondering for a while, Dongfangshu reached out and took out a piece of paper, picked up a pen and wrote some handwriting, and then handed it to Han Muye: "Fujin Commercial Firm in Jinchuan City, if you go, you can use this paper to see its big shopkeeper."

Han Muye cast his eyes on the four walls and looked at it carefully.

Some people hope to use the folding fan as a bridge, and he can use the aura to perform various spells.

Speaking of this, he shook his head and said with envy: "I think I am in Heze County to advise the county magistrate, to be very careful for the people, just to raise a trace of popularity."

Seeing the long sword and jade bottle, Dongfang Shu's eyes were even brighter: "Cultivation has no external and internal way. With one sword and one pill, you can take up both internal and external dual cultivation. This business is not small."

Fortunately, Han Muye didn't want to be too ostentatious when he was going to Jinchuan City. According to Kong Chaode, he covered up his popularity.

Motivated by awe-inspiring energy, and revealed through the power of people's expectations, Taoism has become a magical power of Confucianism and Taoism.

The old man put down the book in his hand and opened his mouth with a smile.

Lin Shen carried the big sword on his back and quietly guarded him behind him.

He frowned and said, "Why does it take so long? Can't you write a few more poems?"

Hearing Han Muye's words, the old man laughed and pointed to the other paintings: "How about you look at this painting again?"

"Beyond the imperial city, there is also the Great Master of Confucianism and Taoism. Who is this Great Confucianism?"

After speaking, Han Muye picked up the residual tea in front of him, drank it all in one gulp, and said with a smile, "This tea is really bitter."

"Okay." The old man looked at Han Muye with bright eyes, and then said, "I wonder what else the young master can see?"

"As Mr. said, Confucianism and Taoism are the Confucianism and Taoism of the world."

Walking on the mountain road, I suddenly felt at peace in my heart.

"It's really incomparable between people..."

"Where are Young Master Han Mu and the others?" Dongfang Shu looked away and asked.

Ahead, there was the sound of reading from the grass cottage, and the voice was old.

He laughed and strode along the mountain road to the station.

"Sir, that young master left a letter and asked me to pass it on to you." Qi Rang said as he handed over a letter.

Isn't that the White Deer Mountain Weng who left the words?

Just after walking out of the village entrance, there was a long whistle in the forest behind him.

"Great Master!"

Enlightenment one day, heaven and earth favor.

interesting.

According to the clerk, there is no salary at this inn, and it relies on the villagers to present some special products in exchange for Spirit Stones rewards.

"The country is unbearable, what is your general?"

"Well, it's a bit bitter, but it's acceptable." Han Muye put the cup back on the desk and said with a smile.

This is the power of the spirit to contaminate the soul.

This is the enlightenment of Confucianism.

"Sir, do you want to show off your talents and compete with the Imperial City Academy?" Han Muye looked at Dongfangshu.

A generation of great Confucian scholars can only teach ordinary people Tianfu in mountain villages.

This folding fan is like a real treasure at this time, showing the power of Confucianism and Taoism.

The world is noisy, to be quiet, easier said than done?

Han Muye looked up and saw that the window of the thatched cottage was open. An old man with white hair, wearing a linen robe, was sitting in front of the desk. There were five or six boys in front of him on a few old wooden tables.

Great Confucianism can learn from the understanding, but when it gets close, it is easy to be hurt by the manifested Dao.

There are no words on the envelope.

"You are so strong that you can't hide your hope. If you get off the boat halfway, you will attract all the people to worship."

Hearing his words, Mujin's face was expressionless, while Kong Chaode smiled and stretched out a few pieces of middle-grade Spirit Stones and gave them to the little official.

This pair of characters can already be called Wenbao. It is filled with arrogant energy, which can make people feel as calm as water.

Han Muye didn't rest in the wing room and walked out of the door, Kong Chaode stuck his head out at the door.

In Han Muye's eyes filled with arrogance, the four ordinary paintings became illusory.

Han Muye laughed, shook his head, and stood up: "Mr. Dongfang, in my opinion, what Mr. Dongfang has done is more admirable than the teaching at the Imperial City Academy."

If it is so good, wouldn't it be possible to make Wenbao easily?

How can such a treasure be sold?

Countless practitioners of cultivating practitioners came upon hearing the sound, standing dozens of miles away, daring not to approach.

The old man with pen and paper in ink.

Reaching out to hold the long sword, Dongfang's writing showed a strange color. He looked at Han Muye and held the jade bottle again.