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

"Yulong, my father has no ability, and he has suffered you and your sister."

"But Dad has a little ability, find you a decent school to study, with your hard work, you can also get into the show, you don't need to be a child."

"And your sister, her Dan Dao talent is very good, if she can keep persevering, maybe she can become a full-fledged Dan Master."

"It's that some time ago, the old Ma family at the west end of the street came to propose marriage, and they gave a bride price of eight hundred spirit stones, and I was still hesitating......"

Zuo Lin was still chattering, Zuo Yulong in the car had already ignored the outside affairs of the car, holding the book in his hand with a solemn face, and looked at it carefully.

The great Confucian handwriting, every word seems to have the rhyme of the avenue.

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

"It's a flash in the pan, and it's all the good things in the world."

"People say that there is a jade tree Qionghua in the southeast, I have been looking for ten years but can't, and finally realize the Yushu Qionghua, the ice and snow Hongying, can meet but can not seek the reason."

Zuo Yulong, curled up in a large wooden chair, stared hungrily at the book in his hand, eager to read every word.

There is a trace of faint literary aura emerging in him.

The combination of literary and heroic qi can become a realm of talent.

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

The dazzling sunlight shone into the carriage, making Zuo Yulong a little distracted for a while: "Dad? ”

Zuo Lin nodded with a smile, looked at the book in Zuo Yulong's hand, and grinned: "How is it, Dad didn't lie to you, right?" ”

Zuo Yulong nodded, a hint of swelling on his face.

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

"It would be nice to be able to read these books......

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

"Jade Dragon, these books—"

Before Zuo Lin finished speaking, the reluctance on Zuo Yulong's face turned into a relaxed smile and he got out of the carriage.

"Dad, what Deputy Commander Lu said makes sense, the beauty of the world is short-lived, and the joy of the world eventually becomes regret."

"It's already my chance to be able to read the Confucian handwriting, and if I force it again, maybe it will be a blessing in disguise."

As he spoke, he removed the large chair from the carriage.

"Dad, where is this going?"

Zuo Lin looked up and nodded to the shops on the side of the road.

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

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

They have that little bit of spiritual stone net worth, and they can save it.

Shao Datian had already seen Zuo Lin last night and knew that Zuo Lin was helping Han Muye drive back.

At this time, seeing Zuo Lin and Zuo Yulong coming over with a big chair, they hurriedly stepped forward to help.

Zuo Yulong and they snorted and couldn't move the big chair, and Shao Datian had one in one hand.

The cart is full of things, and the small courtyard and shop are full.

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

Wouldn't it be nice if you could all observe these things......

Just now, when he glanced at it hurriedly, all he saw was the handwriting of Confucianism.

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

My father said that this was all moved from Deputy Lu's house, and it should be true.

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.

"Dad, you said that this Makino and Miss Mu are not ordinary people, right?" Zuo Yulong grabbed Zuo Lin's sleeve and said in a low voice.

Zuo Lin nodded.

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

Do buddy?

Zuo Lin's eyes lit up.

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

I am tired and peeling, and I don't want my son to be a buddy.

But Makino's shop is a buddy, that's a chance!

Not to mention the identity of Prince Makino's own identity, it is also an unimaginable harvest to be able to read some Confucian handbooks when he is empty.

"Boy, if you want to be a buddy in Childe's shop, we have to start with these two first." Zuo Lin looked at the tall Shao Datian and took out two spirit stones: "Go buy some good wine and meat." ”

Zuo Yulong laughed, took the spirit stone and left.

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Yuyan Lake is shaped like a winged swallow, and the surrounding pavilions and pavilions stretch continuously.

The Spring Tide Pavilion is located on the edge of Yuyan Lake, the highest part of the mountain.

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

Probably what kind of literary meeting.

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

The lilac aura of human hope is pervasive, and the golden aura is reflected, shimmering.

The aura in the lake water condensed into substance, and it seemed that it was about to turn into smoke and rain at any time.

This kind of dazzling and misty scenery is indeed like a dreamland.

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

The two stood side by side, quietly looking at the lake view without speaking.

There is no sound at this time.

In Han Muye's divine treasure, the power of the divine soul surged, and the marks were constantly engraved on the sword of the divine soul.

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

Sure enough, the red dust is prosperous, and it can temper the mind the most.

This moment is worth several months of his cultivation.

The improvement of this kind of mental power is many times faster than the cultivation of the Red Dust Mantra.

Unfortunately, such an opportunity is equivalent to an epiphany, which is not common.

However, the mood arises from people, with Mu Wan by his side, are you afraid that you won't have the opportunity to refine your mind?

"Two couples, I wonder if you might do us a favor?"

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

Couple.

This is the name of a husband and wife.

Quietly glancing, Han Muye beside him had a calm expression.

Turning around, they saw two Confucian scholars standing behind them.

A thin figure with a fair complexion, apparently a woman wearing a cyan robe.

The other is taller, with a god in his eyes, and a mighty aura surging on his body, which shows that Confucianism and Taoism are not weak.

"In the next hundred miles of Tongyun, I am doing poetry here with a few classmates, and I can't tell the difference for a while, so I want to ask the two of you to make a judgment."

The thin Confucian priest bowed his hand to Han Muye and Mu Wan.

Judging poetry?

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

Yes?

Man, can you say no?

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

After speaking, he pulled Mu Wan and strode towards the Spring Tide Pavilion.

"Senior Sister Baili, can they do it, this is a handwritten gambling contract related to Teacher Liu Gonglin."

The young man beside Baili Tongyun spoke in a worried whisper.

"Let's see, maybe they can really see the good or bad of the poems." Baili Tongyun shook his head and followed towards the Spring Tide Pavilion.

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

"Well, these three words are written with taste, if you can ask this person to write a door for our store, it would be really good." Han Muye's eyes fell on the payment and said with a smile.

"Huang Tingzhu, is the great Confucian of calligraphy, it is said that he has three points into the wood, a thousand words of gold, and once dyed the water of half the river outside the black city with one stroke, right?"

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

Han Muye chuckled and walked towards the pavilion, and said, "This is not a thousand words, let's give him a thousand dollars and let him write a few more words." ”

Mu Wan lowered her head and smiled.

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

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

"Baili, this is the judgment you are looking for?" In the pavilion, a girl in a long purple dress glanced at Han Muye and Mu Wan, and then looked at Baili Tongyun.

"Even if they don't teach in the academy, they should be Confucian and Taoist cultivators, they," the girl shook her head and said lightly, "I'm afraid they won't be able to recognize all these poems." ”

As she spoke, she turned her face to look at the people around her: "I suggest that we ask Tao Yicheng to judge for us." ”

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

"Hehe, if Miss Qin Wu wants me to judge, I am willing, I don't know if Miss Baili can recognize me." The white fat middle-aged man standing by the pillar in the pavilion smiled and spoke.

"Tao Jiao is really proficient in poetry, but Baili thinks it's better to find someone who is not familiar with either of us to judge." Baili Tongyun shook his head.

Read between the lines.

The Tao Sect laughed and took a step back.

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

Baili Tongyun looked at Han Muye and Mu Wan and said, "Two, since you came to the Imperial City Academy to enjoy it, it is also interesting to participate in the Wenhui to make a judgment. ”

She walked over to the long desk and spread out all the poems on it.

"These poems are unsigned, and the two of them just have to choose what they like."

Hearing Baili Tongyun's words, that Miss Qin Wu frowned, but she didn't speak again.

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

Baili Tongyun is right, it is indeed an interesting thing to encounter this thing.

It is not often that you can judge the poetry and literature club in the Imperial City Academy.

"The remnant sun is in the water, and the water in the lake is clear."

"Is this writing about 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 chuckled at the corners of their mouths.

"Is this a good poem?" Someone on the other side whispered.

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

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

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

Han Muye raised his hand and unfolded another scroll of paper.

"The scenery is beautiful according to the water, and there are clear springs in the fog of the two mountains, it seems that they are all written about Yuyan Lake?"

Mu Wan's voice was much lower this time, and she looked up at Han Muye: "Senior brother, say it." ”

Hearing her words, someone behind him muttered in a low voice: "Sure enough, it's not a Confucianism and Taoism, and even this poem can't be judged as good or bad." ”

"Senior Sister Baili is too, looking for someone to comment on poetry and writing, how much can I get a little bit of edge."

The literati are light.

But literati are lighter than outsiders.

The Imperial City Academy is a holy place of Confucianism and Taoism, and even the old man who sweeps the street can say a few lines of poetry.

Today's poetry review is really looking for two people who don't understand poetry, so who can recognize the results of the judgment?

That Miss Qin Wu and a few people around her already had a sneer on their faces.

Han Muye looked at Mu Wan, who was weak-hearted.

I came to Yuyan Lake to accompany Mu Wan to play, how could I be in a bad mood by these outsiders?

Then give you a good review!

"Words are piled up, and words are like ink pigs." Han Muye spoke lightly, making everyone's faces stiffen.

Many people glanced at each other, and there was a different color in their eyes.

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

That Tao Jiaoxi's eyes fell on Han Muye's Chinese characters, and he raised his eyes to Han Muye.

"You say this—" Someone spoke up in the back.

It's just that before he finished speaking, he heard Han Muye's voice sound.

"Senior sister, you see, this poem talks about the beauty of the lake, and the words are not distinguished, and the words Yi and Bi are used, and the two mountains do not rhyme."

Han Muye stretched out his hand and pointed to his Chinese characters: "There is also this character, you see that the vertical painting is floating, the horizontal painting is floating, and several characters are deliberately left blank, this way of writing is too poor in foundation." ”

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

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

Behind the two, everyone looked at each other.

Although Han Muye's comments are mean, they are to the bone.

Such comments can be made by people who are not familiar with poetry and writing?

Even if you are present, few of them can say that you are so thorough, right?

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

"The water is sunny and beautiful, and the mountains are cloudy. This good word is direct, but the two sentences don't seem to be profound enough? Mu Wan whispered.

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

"Well, if my sister studies Confucianism and Taoism, she will definitely be able to become a great Confucian." Han Muye's praise made Mu Wan blush.

"These two sentences are good, but they can be changed."

"The water is clear and sunny, the mountains are empty and rainy, and the good is strange, and the sunny is rainy, which has more charm."

"However, such verses, when written carefully with a fly's pen, such lines of cursive pen and ink lose the delicate posture of the lake."

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

He still took it and let Mu Wan see it, and then the two cooperated to analyze the meaning of the poem and the writing technique.

"This sentence should be changed, it will only be changed to the most, swimming around the water is changed to a line is insufficient, the favorite lake eastward is insufficient, and the white sand embankment in the green poplar shade."

"This poem, well, can't be changed, it's hopeless."

"This song is a bit interesting, junior sister, you see, there are green mountains outside the mountain, and the smoke and rain cover the high-rise buildings, which can be completely changed to a sentence, the green mountains outside the mountains and the buildings outside the building. The next sentence is about to write about people. ”

……

Mu Wan responded softly, and would say a few words in a low voice from time to time.

Whether it was right or not, Han Muye would praise it, making her face flush.

In the Spring Tide Pavilion of Yuyan Lake in this Imperial City Academy, it is really interesting to comment on the poems and articles of the Student Literary Association.

Mu Wan looked at the words that were either crazy, or delicate, or scribbled, or arrogant, as if she saw scholars and scholars standing by the lake, chanting loudly.

This may be the charm of Confucianism and Taoism.

Bit by bit, every word and sentence, it is the love of the clock, the condensation of the meaning.

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

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

Confucianism and Taoism.

It's just that this breath is vain, and it is only born from the realization of this time, and it does not come from asceticism, but after a while, it will dissipate.

But with this haoran qi in the body, it can condense the power of the mind and cleanse the mood.

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

"Senior Brother......

She bowed her head in shame.

Han Muye reached out to hold her hand and said in a low voice, "Let's go." ”

Walk?

When I looked up, I saw that the poems on the bookcase in front of me had been flipped over.

When he turned around, whether it was Baili Tongyun or that Miss Qin Wu, or Tao Jiaoxi who was standing behind, they all looked confused and lost their eyes.

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

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

Mu Wan glanced back at the Spring Tide Pavilion.

This kind of encounter is really special.

This is the literary meeting of Confucian and Taoist students?

Is that how they practice?

"The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy, these poems are really my poems?" In the Spring Tide Pavilion, a student in a cyan robe clenched his fists with a confused expression on his face.

On his body, the aura was surging, and there seemed to be a great fluctuation.

"The August Lake is level, and the connotation is too clear. It turns out that the way of cultivation should be muddy but not turbid, clear and material, taught, taught......" The speaker looked up at the sky, his hands behind his back, and the purple aura of hope on his body vibrate.

"Outside the mountain, Qingshan Lou Wailou, when will the man dance and light song be closed, the world is prosperous, and the red dust is missing, probably like this?" Baili Tongyun's side, Miss Qin Wu lowered her head and whispered, with a complicated expression on her face.

Life opportunities may be different, but words and principles are the same.

At this moment, in the Spring Tide Pavilion, the heroic spirit and the literary atmosphere are intertwined, turning into a golden light curtain.

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

She hurriedly stepped forward and bowed.

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

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

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

Han Muye chuckled, looked at Mu Wan and said, "Senior sister, we haven't come up with a store name yet." ”

Mu Wan was slightly stunned and said softly: "Then senior brother, you can give it a name." ”

"Senior sister, you are the boss lady, I listen to you." Han Muye's words made Mu Wan's face blush.

After a deep groan, she said in a low voice: "That's called Danyuan Pavilion, because Dan originated ......"

"Okay, it's called Danyuan Pavilion." Han Muye looked at Baili Tongyun and said, "Our shop is in the moon viewing on Yuyuan Street, and it has not yet opened, so it is easy to find." ”

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

"Yuyuan Street, in the moon, good." Baili Tongyun nodded.

"Baili, I will give Master Liu's handwritten book to you to read for three days." Miss Qin Wu's voice came from behind Baili Tongyun.

"When you visit this gentleman, please call me along."

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

"Miss Qin Wu, haven't you always been above the top, what's the matter, you are convinced today?"

Miss Qin Wu didn't pay attention to Baili Tongyun, turned around and left.

Baili Tongyun chuckled lightly.

"Senior Sister Baili, that gentleman, could it be someone in the Imperial City Academy, the accumulation of this poetry is simply heavenly."

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

"Yes, there was a teacher in ancient times, and today, it is not an exaggeration to call this gentleman a teacher of poetry." Someone stepped forward and spoke solemnly.

Everyone else walked out of the pavilion and looked down the hill.

In front of the Spring Tide Pavilion, emotions surged for a while.

Han Muye, who walked slowly down the mountain, smiled.

He could feel the aura of hope in his sea of qi constantly surging.

This kind of gathering of people's hope is much faster than usual.

It seems that those who are convinced by Confucianism and Taoism have accumulated much more than ordinary mortals.

Mu Wan was also in a good mood, looking at the scenery while reciting in a low voice the poems that Han Muye had revised before.

"Is this the white sand embankment, the white sand embankment in the green poplar shade, it is indeed like poetry."

"The breeze moves the green willows, and the flowers are full of farewell." Unknowingly, Mu Wan was holding Han Muye's fingers a little tighter.

"Hey, this is a good verse, you wrote it?" Not far away, an old man with a broom in his hand raised his head and looked at Mu Wan.

"No, it was written by a student from Chunchaoting Middle School." Mu Wan shook her head, and then there was a hint of pride on her face: "However, the verses were changed by my senior brother. ”

The smile on her face was more of a little girl's stealing.

's own senior brother is the most powerful one.

"Changed?" The old man looked at Han Muye, muttered a few words, seemed to lose interest, and took care of himself and began to sweep the fallen leaves on the ground with a broom.

Han Muye's gaze fell on the old man's broom, and his eyes were shining.

The trajectory of the broom sweep is all writing strokes.

This seems to be a great calligrapher too?

The old man seemed to be aware of this, and looked up at Han Muye.