Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

"Boy, if you can make a poem from the past that the old man listened to, I can write a piece for you."

Holding the broom in hand, the old man spoke lightly.

make a poem?

Mu Wan looked at Han Muye curiously and expectantly.

Han Muye was a little amused.

Perhaps, this is what the Imperial City Academy looks like?

You can't write poems casually in this place, I'm afraid you will be embarrassed to go out.

Half the city is purple, and half the city is magnificent. It is not unreasonable.

At this time, Han Muye thought very far.

Although the purple energy on Bailu Mountain is rich, the background is too much, and the aura of Haoran is obviously thin.

There is only one Oriental Book in charge. Compared with the Imperial City Academy, it is not enough to read.

If you don't go to the Imperial City Academy, you will not know the literary style of the Imperial City Academy.

Bailushan Academy can be famous all over the world because of the four lines of Hengqu and the teacher left by Han Muye, which are popular among people, and because of Han Muye's display of poetry as a sword in Jinchuan.

Zhongzhou scholar with a sword, starting from Bailu Mountain.

But based on these, it is impossible to shake the status of the Sacred Land of Zhongzhou Confucianism and Taoism in the Imperial City Academy.

Perhaps, students from Bailushan Academy can come to Huangcheng Academy to communicate.

Especially Huang Zhihu and the others, if they have been in the Bailu Mountain Academy, they don't know the prosperity of Confucianism and Taoism in the world, and they don't see the thickness of the Imperial City Academy, this is not a good thing.

"Why, you can't compose poems when you see this beautiful scenery?" the old man with a broom said.

Can't make poetry?

joke.

The head of the White Deer Mountain Academy, the Grand Great Master of Han Mu, who has a hundred poems in one night, can't compose poems?

Guanjiangkou said that Makino, the Grand Great Master of the Preferred Gods, can capsize in this small Yuyan Lake?

Han Muye turned his head to look at the shimmering Jade Swallow Lake, and said lightly, "I have seen snow-capped mountains, snow-like snow, and silver snakes dancing in the mountains."

Although the scenery of the Snow Mountain in the Northern Region is only a glimpse, the snow scene is really bright.

The old man holding the broom raised his brows: "Northern Region?"

"I have also seen thousands of miles of clear waves, surging against the current." In Han Muye's eyes, there was an aura.

On the Jialing River, the black armor is upstream, the sword breaks the river, and the elites of the Western Xinjiang gather. How can you forget such a style?

"If you go back to the source, there are quite a few in the Southern Wilderness and the Western Border. The tide is rushing, and it's really spectacular." The old man nodded and stared at Han Muye.

Han Muye's eyes narrowed, and an unspeakable force suppressed him.

"I've seen mountains and rivers rise and fall for hundreds of millions of miles, and black water ripples into the sky."

The gods and beasts carry the heavens and the earth on their backs, floating and sinking in the sea of ​​extinction. The vastness of the heavens and the earth has never been seen before and can never be imagined!

There was a hint of surprise on the old man's face, and his eyes fell on Han Muye.

He may have seen the place Han Muye said, but he can't say it.

Mu Wan looked at Han Muye, and there was a hint of complexity in the smile on her face.

Brother's cultivation path is really wonderful.

But what I have seen and heard is extremely lacking.

Compared with my brother, I have nothing.

Han Muye seemed to notice the change in Mu Wan's mood, turned his head, and said softly, "The vastness of the world can be accommodated in one mind."

"At this moment, the mind is still, it is heaven and earth."

After speaking, he looked at the lake in front of him and spoke loudly.

"The Yangliuqingqing Lake is at the level, and I can hear the singing by the Lang Lake."

"Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is not sunny but there is love."

Loveless?

Mu Wan's eyes were blurred, looking at the lake in front of her, she was almost insane for a while.

Above the lake, the purple air is churning, the water vapor is surging, it is really raining!

"Haha, good, a good sentence is that there is no sunshine but there is love, isn't it the word of love in the world?"

The old man behind him laughed, the broom in his hand turned into a carving knife, and the knife was used as a substitute for writing on the bluestone beside him, and the calligraphy and painting were outlined.

Above the bluestone, purple air and golden light condensed into one piece.

In an instant, the poem was completed, and the golden light turned into a beam of light, rising into the sky.

"Haha, by the Yuyan Lake, there is another quatrain!" The old man held the carving knife and laughed proudly.

Han Muye shook his head and looked at the aura and figures gathered around him.

The poems and prose here have inspired the Confucianism and Taoism of the Imperial City Academy to investigate.

"I won't move this stone, it's too big to fit in my yard."

"You said, you want to help me write one."

As Han Muye said, he had already led Mu Wan away.

"Don't say one, it's even ten or a hundred." The old man laughed and shouted behind him, "By the way, what's your name? Old man Zhang Xu."

"Zhang Xu? Is that the so-called insane Zhang Pan?" Mu Wan murmured.

"Muye, remember to send it to me in Moon Watching." Han Muye waved his hand and disappeared with Mu Wan into the green willows.

"Muye? The one from the Conferred Gods?" Zhang Xu watched Han Muye and Mu Wan leave the direction, and his eyes flashed.

"Old Zhang, this verse is good." An old man in a purple robe appeared behind him at some point.

"Wen Lang's singing by the lake, Lao Zhang, do you want to learn from Lu Yuzhou?" On the other side, the old man in a white robe stepped forward, leaned in front of the stone carving, and muttered.

For a while, several figures fell in front of the stele, and they all watched the writing on it.

Zhang Xu's face was full of smiles, he raised his hand to print the next line, and then walked away with a big broom.

"Imperial City Zhang Dan's handwriting, a little poem by Muye, Muye?"

"That's the one? Where is he?" "Unfortunately, this one came to the Imperial City Academy, why didn't you see him?"

"Tsk tsk, judging from the taste of this poem, it's no wonder that Lu Yuzhou can befriend him."

"Hurry up and transcribe this poem, it will be useful next time you visit the flower boat."

Before the stele, there were all discussions, and several old men beat their chests and feet.

Many people turned their heads to find Lu Yuzhou and studied poetry.

Han Muye and Mu Wan went out of the Imperial City Academy, looked for some snacks on the street, and then rented a carriage to go back to Guanyueli.

Actually is not able to fly back, just think it's interesting to follow the rules of the imperial city.

The old man who drove the car threw his whip while telling the story of the imperial city.

Like Zuo Lin, there are stories everywhere in the imperial city, and everyone has stories.

It was already afternoon when I returned to the shop, and the shop had basically been emptied, and all that was left were the items that were scouted from Lu Yuzhou.

"Young master, this is Yulong, a child. He usually sits in the Imperial City Academy. Today I asked him to help me register all the books, pictures, and potted plants." Zuo Lin greeted him and handed a book to Han Muye.

Han Muye took the book and looked at the two behind Zuo Lin.

One is a young man wearing a green robe, looking like eighteen or nineteen years old, his expression is excited, and he does not dare to look up.

The other is a 15 or 16 years old girl, with bright eyebrows and eyes on Han Muye and Mu Wan.

"This is the little girl Yuting. She has some Alchemy talent. She works as an apprentice in an Alchemy practice place in Yundanfang. Brother Datian and sister Cuicui said that Miss Gongzi's shop is for Alchemy business. I thought that Yuting could also do it. come and help..."

As Zuo Lin spoke, he quietly raised his head to look at Han Muye's expression.

Unfortunately, he couldn't see anything.

On the other hand, Mu Wan had a smile on her face.

"Young Master, Miss, these young people don't ask for anything else, they just want to learn something and experience it."

Zuo Lin took a breath and bowed to Han Muye.

Whether it succeeds or not depends on what the son means.

Zuo Yulong clenched his fist nervously. He knew what kind of opportunities he would have if he could be a shop assistant.

Zuo Yuting did not practice Confucianism and Taoism, and could not see the value of those books and pictures. It was just arranged by her father and promised that as long as she worked in the store, she would not mention the matter of marrying that fool of the Ma family.

"Junior sister, you can arrange it, I'll go see what else can be arranged in the yard." Han Muye shook his head and walked into the backyard.

He said that the proprietress of this store is Mu Wan, and it is naturally Mu Wan who decides the big and small matters.

Anyway, just be happy.

In the small courtyard, there were all kinds of potted plants brought from Lu Yuzhou, and a pair of stone benches.

A pile of books and pictures, which had not yet been delivered to the wing, were placed on the stone table.

Han Muye stretched out his hand to open the two booklets, and saw that the writing on them was written by the Great Confucian.

Slowly unfolding a scroll of paintings, the blue and green landscapes come into view.

His palm revealed a touch of awe as he wrapped the scroll.

Today in Lu Yuzhou's small courtyard, Han Muye has discovered that he can harvest the memory pictures in the scroll by infusing it with the aura of aura.

Sure enough, the aura filled, and a blank picture appeared in Han Muye's mind.

On the picture scroll, the ink brush is touched, the outline is dyed, the mountains and rocks, the ancient trees, the pavilions, the waterfalls and the springs...

In Han Muye's divine treasure, a mighty power surged.

"The prototype of the construction of the world?"

Seeing that Haoran in the Divine Treasure turned into chaos and kept surging, Han Muye realized something in his heart.

Confucianism and Taoism, whether it is writing or recording, or such pictures, are all constructing a world.

This world comes from the spiritual thoughts of those who wrote pictures.

This is close to building the Tao domain.

But the real Dao domain is not so simple to be successful.

"What about kendo?"

Han Muye whispered, and the Sword intent in the Qi Sea tossed and seemed to break out of his body.

"Broken, stand!"

Han Muye's eyes shone brightly, as if he was about to smash the void in front of him.

Kendo, the way to break!

"Senior brother, should these things be arranged in the wing?" Mu Wan's voice came from behind.

Han Muye smiled, all the aura and Sword intent on his body disappeared.

Red dust refining the heart, and the improvement of the state of mind, can make the Cultivation Base rapidly improve.

The fusion of the body of the beast will also be faster.

Turning his head, he looked at Mu Wan: "Why do you want to put these things in the wing?"

"These are all hung in the shop outside."

"These are all handwritten by Confucianism, a treasure of Confucianism and Taoism."

"Just relying on these paintings and calligraphy, to buy Medicine Pill, I would be embarrassed to say it unless I doubled the price."

Han Muye drew a scroll and spoke loudly.

"Senior brother is really a prodigy in business." Mu Wan nodded and said very seriously: "Then why don't we just open a shop that sells handwritten books by Confucian scholars."

"It will be very profitable."

Han Muye also nodded seriously: "Pick up the wool of those old guys? Good idea."

In the small courtyard, the two laughed and moved those paintings and calligraphy to the front shop.

"Senior brother, I took the brothers and sisters from the Zuo family. They seem to be quite clever."

"It's what the boss said."

"Then you really don't care?"

"I just have to be optimistic about my own boss."

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The imperial city illuminated by the afterglow of the setting sun, the aura on Xianyue Lake shines, and the moon is like a fairyland.