Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

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

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

"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?"

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

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

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

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

"You said this—" someone said behind.

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.

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

"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."

...

"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.

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

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

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

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

"The words are piled up, and the words are like ink pigs." Han Muye said lightly, making everyone's faces stiff.

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

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

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

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

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

Zuolin nodded.

"Yulong, these books—"

Han Muye looked at the guilty Mu Wan.

This one seems to be a great book writer too?

"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.

"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."

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

Regardless of whether she is right or not, Han Muye will compliment her, making her face flush.

Han Muye chuckled as he walked towards the pavilion, and said, "This guy is worth a lot of money, let's give him a lot of money and let him write a few more words."

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

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

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

Just before the words were finished, Han Muye's voice was heard.

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

Row?

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

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

There was a faint trace of aura emerging from him.

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

She bowed her head shyly.

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.

The Tao teacher laughed and took a step back.

When Han Muye and Mu Wan climbed the mountain, there were many students in the Chunchao Pavilion, bustling and talking.

Behind the two, everyone looked at each other.

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

"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?"

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

The other is taller, with a spirit in his eyes, and his body is full of aura, which shows that the Cultivation Base of Confucianism and Taoism is not weak.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"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."

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

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

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

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

"Well, if junior sister studies Confucianism and Taoism, she will definitely become a great Confucian." Han Muye praised, making Mu Wan blush.

The Imperial City Academy is the Sacred Land of Confucianism and Taoism, even the old man who sweeps the streets can say a few poems.

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

"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.

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

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

Zuo Lin's eyes lit up.

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

She quickly stepped forward and bowed.

There is something in the words.

"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.

"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."

Hearing her words, Mu Wan was overjoyed and hurriedly looked at Han Muye.

In Han Muye's treasure, the power of the soul surged, and the sword of the soul was continuously engraved with lines.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"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.

"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."

Han Muye smiled as he walked slowly down the mountain.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Han Muye's comments, though caustic, penetrates the bone.

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

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

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

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

Literati is light.

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

The Spiritual Qi in the lake condensed into substance and seemed to turn into mist and rain at any time.

"And you Little Sister, her Alchemy Talent is very good, if she can keep insisting, maybe she can become an official alchemist."

Zuo Lin was still chattering, but 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.

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.

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

Everyone in the pavilion also heard what he said, and many people frowned.

This kind of opportunity is really special.

This is the literary meeting of Confucian and Taoist students?

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?"

"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."

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

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

I don't know when, Han Muye has already held Mu Wan's hand.

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

This is the name of the couple dao company.

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

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.

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

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

Did they practice like this?

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

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

Probably what to do.

"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."

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

Judging poetry?

My own senior brother is the most powerful one.

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

"These two sentences are not bad, but they can be changed."

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

Han Muye raised his hand and unfolded another scroll.

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

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

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

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

Walk?

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

"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.

They're all that Spirit Stones worth, and they can save as much as they can.

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

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

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

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

This may be the charm of Confucianism and Taoism.

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

"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 looked at Baili Tongyun.

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

"It was the old horse's family from the west end of the street who came to propose a marriage a while ago. They gave a dowry of 800 Spirit Stones. I am still hesitating..."

"Brother..."

The lean scholar cupped hands towards Han Muye and Mu Wan.

Mu Wan looked back at Chunchao Pavilion.

"Haha, if Miss Qin Wu wants me to judge, I'm willing, but 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.

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

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

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.

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?

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

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

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to be a buddy?

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

"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.

Baili Tongyun and the young man who followed behind shook their heads.

After speaking, she cupped hands and said, "Are you two going to open a shop in the imperial city? I can ask Master Huang to write a door plaque for you."

Mu Wan lowered her head and smiled.

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

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

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

He could feel the air of popularity in his Qi Sea constantly surging.

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

"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.

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

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

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

"Senior Sister Baili, that gentleman, could it be an overhaul from the Imperial City Academy? The accumulation of Cultivation Base in this poem is simply Deva."

Han Muye 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."

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

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

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

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

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

But literati are more light on outsiders.

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

Han Muye reached out to hold her hand and whispered, "Let's go."

"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.

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

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.

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

"Let's take a look and talk, maybe they can really tell whether the poetry is good or bad." Baili Tongyun shook his head and followed to Chunchao Pavilion.

Zuo Yulong laughed, took Spirit Stones and left.

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

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

"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.

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

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

A light smile appeared on Baili Tongyun's face.

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."

"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."

Man, can you say no?

"Boy, if we 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 and buy some good wine and meat. ."

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

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

"Dad, where is this going?"

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

There was no sound at this time.

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

The sweeping trajectory of the broom is all written strokes.

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

This bright and misty scenery is indeed like a dream.

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

The old man seemed to have sensed it and looked up at Han Muye.

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.

Confucianism and Taoism are arrogant.

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

Then give you a good review!

This moment was worth months for him to clean up.

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

husband and wife.

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

Zuo Lin raised his head and clicked on the shops on the roadside.

She analyzed the words according to what Han Muye just said.

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

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

"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."

A young man in green robe came over and spoke in a low voice.