Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

Han Muye's comments were very fast. After one book was approved, Mu Wan, who was on the side, put it away, and then spread out another book.

"Cicada is mournful, to whom is Chang Ting's evening song, a few green willows, to whom?"

He also sold five hundred sword pills to Suwei World at the price of 10 million Spirit Stones per sword pill.

One book after another, opening the annotations, isn't this kind of literature meeting a hundred times better than the one where we talk lightly with each other?

For more than half a year, his Cultivation Base has also been upgraded to Gold Core Third Stage.

"Hey, this Yongzhou student Liu Yong's poetry is good." Yan Zhenqing, who had been quiet for a while, suddenly spoke up.

"Wu, Mr. Wu, quickly write your poems to me, and I will present them to Xianzhou."

The last time Liu Grand Great Master commented on poetry, was it twenty years ago, when he had a poem confrontation with Grand Great Master Feng Zhao at a literary conference in Fengyulou?

With just this sentence, the shyness and joy on the girl's face were intertwined, like a flower blooming.

Such a sword pill, whether it is to improve one's own kendo practice, or to condense sword pills, is a treasure that can be encountered and cannot be sought.

Smashing through the sky, Ba Xia carried Han Muye and flew into the void.

After reading the books and articles on the painting boat, the young man in the boat went to find someone who had written poems and articles on the shore and sent them to the Immortal boat.

Han Muye's eyes fell on the poems, he pondered for a while, turned his head and said, "Liu Zongyuan Grand Great Master, this poem is your best at writing scenery, maybe take a look at it?"

Bai Wuhen and Yunjin and Yundain appeared on the fairy boat, or read the articles annotated by great Confucians, recited in a low voice like jade beads falling on a plate, or chuckled and sent pen and paper, adding fragrance to the red sleeves.

Han Muye, who wrote the poem, took the page away and spread out an article written by a Confucian scholar.

Become a great Confucian, Immortal Boat.

"I suggest that Lingding's sentence can be turned into a poem. It will be Lingjueding, and the mountains will be seen at a glance, and the spirit of the chest will be expressed."

Whether it was on the immortal boat, on the painting boat, or on the river bank, everyone bowed their heads and wrote quickly, writing down the poems just now.

Immediately, the name of the second student was revealed.

In the picture, Liu Yong is both excited and distressed, reflected on the light curtain, just like a cramped look.

In the slight breath, the white face showed a trace of anxiety and shyness.

The picture in the light curtain has turned to the painting boat, and a young man wearing a blue robe with a patch on the front of his shirt is sitting solemnly.

"Mr. Wu, the Jade Epiphyllum is about to bloom, you can write the poem quickly!" The girl bit her lip, her anxious appearance reflected on the light curtain, she was pretty and cute.

Based on these two sentences, no one can speak on the immortal boat, in the painting boat, and on the bank of the big river.

How authentic this must be!

On the deck of the immortal boat, many great scholars raised their heads, with a look of nostalgia on their faces.

Really accept disciples?

Wu Tian shook his head with a smile and said softly, "You are my poem..."

Sword Dan.

The shopkeeper of Caiyixuan did not know what the price was, and he also accepted the robe of the Yunjin County Master, with hairpins on Bai Wuhen's head.

Dream up, dream down.

"so beautiful……"

Those Confucian students on the shore did not expect that they would have such an opportunity, and they all cried with joy.

Some people went to see the poem, some went to find out where Qu Zhongshao was, and some were curiously waiting for Han Muye to annotate the poem.

This story will be told to every woman who comes to Caiyixuan.

...

Wu Tianzhen, a student of Confucianism and Taoism, and the Jade Epiphany's Spiritual Dream are on the way to Rivers and Lakes, and they both live and fly together.

Qingteng Academy.

Chen Ru, who was standing not far away, was full of smiles.

Seize this opportunity today, get the approval of the Grand Great Master, and achieve great success in this life.

Legendary Poetry!

Bai Wuhen walked forward with a smile, pulled Yun Jin, and pulled him out of the room.

"Flying birds are still happy, gathering with Yuntao, thousands of miles of smoke, lend me three points of drunkenness."

Even in the Imperial City Academy, there would be no such event on weekdays!

He also went to the Qingteng Academy from time to time to make a cameo, discussing with Mr. Qingteng.

"Hj County Qu Zhongshao."

Yesterday, a total of nearly 300 Confucian scholars were named by Xu Wei and accepted as his disciples.

Not for sale.

This mighty aura is so rich that it can actually compete with the mighty aura in the imperial city.

On the bank of the river, a white-haired old man spoke tremblingly.

There are all kinds of states in the world, why not practice?

For a time, countless Confucian scholars recited this sentence silently, and their hearts were surging.

This Jade Epiphany will not end until midnight.

Han Muye turned over the stack of books with a smile and found a few pages.

This is the lucky one!

Hearing his words, a tall and thin old man of Pentecost with fluttering beard stepped forward and picked up the page.

There are also nearly a thousand Confucian scholars, whose articles and poems have entered the eyes of the great Confucian scholars, and have the opportunity to give further guidance.

The title of the article is all cloudy to me, and there are articles in the world.

Each faction obtained the sword pills as treasures handed down from generation to generation.

Where the clouds and thunders surged in the sky, there was a figure standing there.

"boom--"

"The opening idea is good, and the writing is brilliant."

Xu Wei, who was sitting cross-legged on the deck, smiled, and the power of confusion around him combined with Hao Ran, slowly turning into an illusory academy.

After the conference, the Han family firm collected all the original manuscripts according to the previous agreement.

That figure revealed the cold Sword Ray, which seemed to be able to smash the void with a single sword.

Han Muye chuckled lightly, took the ink pen, and wrote two lines of poems on the page in front of him.

"It's astonishing and beautiful."

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Poem of the Emperor!

"This, this is Wenhui..."

After the moon and stars were sparse, the great scholars on the immortal boat got up and left in twos and threes, or they moved and turned into a breeze.

Another batch of sword pills took shape, and Han Muye smiled.

In addition, Wu Tianzhen's white robes that were stained with ink stains, and the green robes with patches on his body were also collected at a thousand times the price and placed in the women's clothing store in Caiyixuan.

In the distance, with a long sword on his back, the middle-aged face in azure clothes and jade belt showed indifference.

"Hehe, this guy has made a good literary society like this. No one cares that the epiphyllum is about to bloom, and he doesn't even look at the most beautiful person on the immortal boat. You still praise him as special?" Behind Yun Jin, Bai Bai said. A soundless voice came.

"Qingteng, this theory of Zhao Puzhi in Huyang County is quite meritorious, take a look." The great scholar Huang Zongzhi said loudly.

When the picture on the light curtain returned to the deck of the immortal boat, the three stunning women who looked like Immortal women suddenly made countless people's heart skip a beat.

At this time, Mu Wan was no longer by his side.

...

Looking at Han Muye, the figure flashed and flew out of the void of the world of Suwei.

Three sets of sword formations, billions of Spirit Stones, and the accumulation of various elixir, Han Muye has gained a lot in the world of Suwei.

"Om-"

As for the clothes worn by the great Confucianism, they are even more priceless, and they are hung on the second floor of the main store of Caiyixuan.

Not only does Mr. Qingteng give lectures and accept apprentices, but other great Confucians are also willing to accept apprentices?

For the miserable women who were trapped in the red dust, they were not greedy for wealth, honor, and glory, but were the most happy and determined Confucian scholars.

Today, on the fairy boat, hundreds of Grand Great Masters and half-sages will comment on poetry and articles in public!

Eyes full of ink-colored vines, mottled walls, full of crazy words.

Mr. Qingdou!

The Haoran Qi in the book rushed out of the carriage and matched Star.

Sister Bai Wuhen and Yun Jin invited Mu Wan to play on the fairy boat.

The scene flowed, and on the painting boat under the setting sun, a girl in blue clothes was running fast, sweating on her forehead.

But more people can no longer care to envy others.

The red dust refines the heart, and after the Jade Epiphyllum Conference, Han Muye's spiritual power has grown rapidly.

After refining the sword pills needed for the first set of Universe sword array, he started to make the second and third sets of sword arrays.

This sentence made Qu Zhongshao burst into tears.

Han Muye put away the pill furnace, holding the sword pill in his hand, and looked at the sky.

If it hadn't met Han Senior, the person who inherited the sword pavilion, there would never have been any in the world of Suwei.

"This son is a talent that can be created."

The painting boat, the river bank, there is a sound of inhalation.

Yun Duan frowned slightly, pondered for a while, and said loudly: "There are talents in Jiangshan, and they have been leading the way for hundreds of years!"

Make people envious.

"Is this the Xianzhou Shuangshu?"

There were also students who were temporarily thinking about Meditation, and the woman in colorful clothes didn't dare to disturb them, so they just prepared the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Before and after, but a hundred breaths.

The white shirt stained with ink and the torn green robe seemed to be telling that the happiness that the daughter's family seeks should be like this.

Indeed, if this figure uses a sword, it will definitely shatter this world.

This is the great Confucianism!

If there is no book to prepare, at this time, he hurriedly sits at the desk to write a book, and tacitly writes the articles from the previous records.

The jinshi and the first in the imperial city are nothing but the same!

On the deck, looking at Han Muye who bowed his head and commented in the light curtain, Xu Wei spoke softly.

Even if you can't be seen, you can have a comment from the Grand Great Master, and it can be used for a lifetime.

In the old master gatherings, the cups and chips were intertwined, and they praised each other, and then read out a few poems written earlier, and took the opportunity to become famous.

Yunjin County Master turned his head, looked at the river in front, and whispered softly: "There are flowers that can be folded straight and must be folded, don't wait until there are no flowers to break the branches..."

Countless people and scholars went to see the illusory Qingteng Academy on the river.

"Muye Grand Great Master, take a look at what other poems you have collected. Take a look at me." Liu Zongyuan took a few steps forward, sat not far from Han Muye's side, and said softly.

Wu Tian in the picture really raised his head and smiled, then wiped the girl's sweat with his own cuff.

"boom--"

He bowed to the light curtain and saluted, then waited quietly.

According to what Bai Wuhen said, beauty is like a flash in the pan, why do you still grind ink and paper for these stinky men?

What are those handed down poems and prose, what is the arrogance that fills the sky, what are the emotions of countless people, who write reviews, and educate them, this is the great Confucianism!

"It's Liu Zongyuan, the poet of the literary world, the Grand Great Master!"

The girl ran to Wu Tianzhen, who was sitting in front of the small case, and spoke in a crisp voice.

The light curtain fell instantly, reflecting the poem in his hand.

At least those manuscripts of their poems were bought at high prices.

Once there is a recommended book article, the student's face will appear in the light curtain.

All around, there are voices of envy.

There is a poem on the Yongding River, and he is a real man!

On paper, it is shallow in the end, and only by bowing and moving forward can you be persistent.

"So beautiful, how can you hide here? Are those guys blind?" Bai Wuhen's voice made Yun Jin stunned, and Yun Duan chuckled.

Time flows, and I didn't realize it at first. Later, more people prayed silently. The time can be too slow, so that the articles in their own books can be discovered.

Tianxuan has never had such a grand event!

There was that sweaty head who couldn't even bother to wipe it, and the woman in the colored clothes beside her felt distressed and stepped forward to wipe it.

In the light curtain, one after another great Confucian scholars began to mark the book, and sometimes there was a situation on the painting boat.

Han Muye stood on the back of the beast tyrant, activated the power of Kui Niu, gathered all the lightning, and then trained his body.

"God, if my poetry and prose can get a comment from Master Liu, I would be, that is, I would be willing to jump off the Yongding River now!"

Han Muye pondered for a while, and the divine beast, who had shrunk to a hundred miles, got up and flew away.

At this moment, the eyes of the woman in Caiyi not far from him were full of love.

At this moment, endless aura rose out of thin air and filled the river.

The fleeting beauty made the river all silent.

In the bag, is this willing to accept it as a disciple?

Liu Yong in the picture whispered softly, not knowing that his own words had been heard by everyone up and down the river.

In the light curtain, the white-haired old man who was holding his own thin paper sheet and crying to tears, and bowing to the boy who took the paper sheet, looked sad.

There are students who have prepared books, quickly take out their own books, and wait anxiously.

Those nervously waiting faces and excited expressions were all reflected.

"It's superficial on paper, and I absolutely know that this matter has to be done."

In the imperial city, the name of the Makino Grand Great Master spread, not inferior to those old-fashioned Confucianism and Taoism.

These two things are said to have been bid for millions of Spirit Stones by a wealthy businessman, but they were beaten out by Caiyi Xuanluan.

－－－－－－off topic－－－－－

Confucianism is what people need.

"Yong is a poor student, and he can't bear to dye his clothes with ink, but he is still comfortable wearing old clothes in green robes."

"Pretending to be a descendant of my sword pavilion, how do you want to die?"

After 30 years of hard study, it is enough to get a "OK" from the Grand Great Master!

Ask for a monthly pass.

There are those who write and write quickly and spill the ink without knowing it.

He took a step forward, also sitting at Lotus Position.

"Senior brother, why do you want to be so clear about your daughter's family?" In one sentence, all the words behind Han Muye were blocked.

Who can write poems about mountains and rivers without being humiliated?

Han Muye turned to look at Chen Ru by the porthole and smiled at each other.

"Well, it's okay." Liu Zongyuan said softly.

After spending three months, Han Muye finally made 361 sword pills.

...

The practitioners who control the operation of the light curtain seem to be instructed, and the light curtain shows more pictures of the students and scholars than the great scholars.

This sentence made everyone around him nod.

"It's my poetry!" Someone exclaimed on a painting boat.

In addition, those who participated in the conference, or observed the conference, also gained something.

The power of refining divine beasts is also much faster.

"Hey, as the deputy head of the Imperial City Academy, this old man is ashamed to see this scene..." Yan Zhen looked at the deck where the Confucian scholars were sitting cross-legged, with a look of emotion on his face.

"He's always like this, especially..." Yun Jin whispered softly on the third floor of the painting boat.

With this sword pill, the Universe sword formation can be set up.

Above his head, golden pills floated one by one.

Above the immortal boat, a voice sounded.

When the picture disappeared, a jade-white Epiphyllum slowly bloomed.

The sword pavilion!

"The invitation card for the painting boat is a gift from Mr. Murong Tui, and the equipment should not be used privately."

At this time, the picture on the light curtain was not on the immortal boat, but on a painting boat with a surprised and surprised youth on his face.

Jade short-lived blossoms, like all the beautiful gatherings in the world.

"Back then, I was like that too..."

These sword pills are sold to them.

Above the East China Sea of ​​Suwei World, the thunder fell like rain.

Chance!

There is also a calm expression on his face, and the knuckles of his fist are turning white.

On the immortal boat, Liu Zongyuan's move made many other great scholars curious.

Those clothes stained with words and ink were replaced. After Caiyixuan took them away, they immediately increased the price by ten times and hung them in the store. They were snapped up early the next morning.

"Drinker, I'm not as good as you..."

After today, I don’t know how many people will pursue Confucianism and Taoism without regret in this life.

Liu Zongyuan's Grand Great Master wants to comment on poetry!

Amidst the countless shouts of envy and exclamation, in the painting boat, the excited young man in white robe stood up.

On the deck of the immortal boat, a great Confucian scholar stepped forward and sat cross-legged. The young men and women on the immortal boat placed the small cases, and then drove the boat to the painting boat.

He is Qu Zhongshao.

In the picture, Liu Yong, who was still calm in the picture, crooked, overturned the ink on the small case, and dyed the folded moon white clothes.

"Such a beauty, Xianzhou, Xianzhou, really..."

What happened at the Jade Epiphyllum Conference spread all over the imperial city overnight.

At this moment, countless people knew the word Confucianism in their hearts.

The poem was reflected on the light curtain of the withered epiphyllum, and it remained for a long time.

Those great Confucian handwritten, commented on genuine works are loaded with ten carts.

With so many great Confucian annotations, ten libraries can be built.

Looking at the stunning beauty on the screen, countless people set goals for themselves.

Only by becoming a great Confucian can you be so qualified, right?

On the immortal boat, several great scholars turned their heads and commented softly.

As a Confucian cultivator who studies poetry and poetry, he can get a comment from Poetry, which comforts three lives.

But this is the epitome of countless Confucian and Taoist practitioners in the Xuantian world.

Today, great Confucians do not want to be famous, but they are able to learn and teach countless people with their true talents.

Lightning surges in the void, and endless streamers fly away.

Yun Duan pouted and nodded.

It is not the Confucian Confucian whose name has been circulated for 3,000 years. It is the way to enlighten all directions, to make literature prosperous, and to prosper for thousands of years!

But it is beautiful.

Sword Ray flew out from the pavilion one after another, and the sword pointed to Han Muye standing on the back of the beast.

"Twelve quatrains."

On the way back, sitting in the frame, Han Muye asked Mu Wan Bai Wuhen what they said, but unfortunately Mu Wan ignored them.

No one laughed, but envied.

"You are my poem..."

For these Confucian scholars, this is a life-changing opportunity.

Even on the banks of the river, those Confucian and Taoist cultivators who just wanted to join in the fun also benefited greatly.

The purple aura of human hope and the golden aura of grandeur illuminate the river and take away the brilliance of the setting sun.

Beside him, a neatly folded Confucian shirt and a cloth bag were put together.

It's just that the flowers bloomed for a short time, and the petals slowly withered in the eyes of everyone's regret.

Liu Zongyuan didn't comment any more, he just folded the page and put it into a big sleeve.

If you didn't meet them in person, who would believe that someone would easily annotate poems such as "I will be the top of the mountain, and I will see all the mountains and small" in the articles of outsiders?

The perception of practice, Karma, who is in control, has a thorough understanding.

"Pretending to be a descendant of the sword pavilion?" Han Muye chuckled, the Third Stage sword pavilion appeared behind him, and the same Sword Ray flashed, turning into a roaring dragon.

The middle-aged voice fell, and the Fifth Stage pavilion behind it exuded endless Sword Qi and smashed into the void.

Youthful.

Persuade to learn to lead the way of poetry!

The party that was originally arranged is gone, and only the thick, annotated articles and books on the small cases are left.

In the distance, the digital swordsmen from the world of the Guards watched happily.