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

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

Write a poem?

Mu Wan looked at Han Muye curiously and expectantly.

Han Muye was a little amused in his heart.

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

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

Half of the city is purple, half of the city is heroic, it is not unreasonable.

At this time, Han Muye thought far away.

Although the purple gas on Bailu Mountain is rich, there is too much difference in the background, and the Haoran Qi is obviously thin.

There is only one Oriental Book in charge, which is really not enough to read compared to the Imperial City Academy.

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

Bailushan Academy can be famous all over the world, because the four sentences of Hengqu and the teacher left by Han Muye have gathered people's expectations, and because Han Muye showed poetry as a sword in Jinchuan.

Zhongzhou scholars with swords, starting from Bailu Mountain.

But with these, it is impossible to shake the status of the Imperial City Academy as a holy place of Confucianism and Taoism in Zhongzhou.

Perhaps, the students of Bailushan Academy can come to the Imperial City Academy for exchange.

Especially the Yellow Fat Tigers, if they have been in the White Deer Mountain Academy, they don't know the prosperity of Confucianism and Taoism in the world, and they don't see the weight of the Imperial City Academy, this is not a good thing.

"Why, when this beautiful scenery, can't you write poetry?" The old man with a broom in hand spoke.

Can't write poetry?

Joke.

The head of Bailu Mountain Academy, the great master of Han Mu who wrote a hundred poems in one night, can't write poems?

The great master Mu Ye, who is a god in the mouth of the river, can capsize in this small Yuyan Lake?

Han Muye turned his head to look at the sparkling Yuyan Lake, and said lightly: "I have seen snow-capped mountains, ice and snow like snow, and silver snakes dancing in the mountains. ”

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

The old man holding the broom raised his eyebrows: "Northern Regions? ”

"I have also seen thousands of miles of clear waves, churning against the current." Han Muye's eyes showed a spiritual light.

On the Jialing River, the black armor is countercurrent, the sword breaks the river, and the elites of Western Xinjiang gather, how can you forget that kind of style?

"If you trace the source against the current, there are a lot of southern wilderness and western Xinjiang, and the tide is surging, which is indeed spectacular." The old man nodded, staring at Han Muye.

Han Muye's eyes narrowed, and an unspeakable momentum on his body was suppressed.

"I have seen hundreds of millions of miles of mountains and rivers rise and fall, and black water ripples in the sky."

The divine beast is carrying the heaven and the earth, floating and sinking the extinct sea, the vastness of the heaven and earth, which has never been seen and can never be imagined!

The old man's face showed a hint of surprise, and his eyes fell on Han Muye.

What Han Muye said, he may have seen it, but he can't say it.

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

Senior Brother's cultivation path is really wonderful.

But what I have seen and heard is extremely lacking.

Compared to his senior brother, he has nothing.

Han Muye seemed to notice the change in Mu Wan's mood, turned his head, and said softly: "Heaven and earth are so big, they can all be accommodated in one heart. ”

"At this time, the mind is quiet, and it is heaven and earth."

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

"The willows are green and the lake is level, and the singing by the lake is heard."

"The sun rises in the east and rains in the west, and the road is sunny but loving."

Is there no sunny love?

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

On the surface of the lake, the purple gas was churning, the water vapor was surging, and it was really raining!

"Haha, okay, a good sentence is sunny but affectionate, mortal in the world, isn't it just this one love word?"

The old man behind him laughed, the broom in his hand turned into a carving knife, and he used a knife to write on the bluestone on the side, and sketched the calligraphy and painting.

On the bluestone, purple gas and golden light condensed together.

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

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

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

The poems here led to the overhaul of Confucianism and Taoism in the Imperial City Academy to explore.

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

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

Han Muye said as he said, he had already led Mu Wan and walked away.

"Don't say one, even ten hundred sheets can be made," the old man shouted behind with a smile: "By the way, what's your name?" The old man Zhang Xu. ”

"Zhang Xu? Is that the crazy Zhang who is known as crazy and sparse grass? Mu Wan muttered.

"Makino, remember to send me to the moon." Han Muye waved his hand, and Mu Wan's figure disappeared into the green willows.

"Makino? The one who is a god? Zhang Xuan watched Han Muye and Mu Wan leave the direction, and his eyes flashed.

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

"Wen Lang Lake is singing, Lao Zhang, are you going to learn from Lu Yuzhou?" On the other side, an 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, all observing the writing and penmanship on it.

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

"The Imperial City Zhang Crazy Handbook, a small poem by Makino, Makino?"

"That's the one? Where is he? ”

"It's a pity, why didn't you see this person who came to the Imperial City Academy?"

"Tsk, looking at the taste of this poem, it's no wonder that I can make friends with Lu Yuzhou."

"Hurry up, copy this poem, you will definitely need it next time you visit the flower boat."

Before the stele, it was full of discussions, and a few old men beat their chests.

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

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

It's not that you can't fly back, but I think it's quite interesting to keep the rules in the imperial city.

The old man driving the car shook his whip while telling the story of the imperial city.

Like Zuolin, there are stories everywhere in the imperial city, and everyone has a story.

It was already afternoon when I returned to the store, and the shop had basically been emptied, leaving behind all the items I had picked up from Lu Yuzhou.

"Childe, this is a little jade dragon, who audits at the Imperial City Academy on weekdays, and today I asked him to help and registered all the books, picture scrolls, tables, chairs, and potted plants." Zuo Lin greeted him and handed a book to Han Muye.

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

One was a young man in a green robe, eighteen or nineteen years old, with an excited expression that he didn't dare to look up.

The other was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, her eyebrows were smart, and her eyes were turning on Han Muye and Mu Wan.

"This is the little girl Yuting, she has some Dan Dao talent, she is an apprentice in a Dan Dao cultivation place in Yundan Fang, Brother Datian and Sister Cuicui said that Miss Gongzi's shop is a Dan Dao business, I thought Yuting could also come to help......"

Zuo Lin said as he quietly looked up at Han Muye's expression.

Unfortunately, he couldn't see anything.

Mu Wan on the side had a smile on her face.

"Childe, Miss, they young people don't want anything else, they just want to learn something and experience it."

Zuo Lin took a breath and bowed towards Han Muye.

Whether it succeeds or not, it depends on the meaning of this son.

Zuo Yulong clenched his fists nervously, he knew what kind of chance he would have if he could be a buddy in the store.

Zuo Yuting doesn't practice Confucianism and Taoism, and she can't see the value of those books and scrolls, but her father arranged them, and promised that as long as she works in the store, she won't mention marrying a fool from the Ma family.

"Senior sister, you can arrange it, I'll go and 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 shop is Mu Wan, and Mu Wan is naturally in charge of big and small matters.

Anyway, it's good to be happy.

In the small courtyard, there are all kinds of potted plants moved from Lu Yuzhou at this time, as well as a pair of stone benches.

A pile of books and pictures that had not yet had time to be delivered to the wing room was placed on the stone table.

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

Slowly unfold a scroll of drawings, and the green landscape comes into view.

His palm exuded a faint aura of Haoran, wrapping the scroll.

Today in Lu Yuzhou's small courtyard, Han Muye has discovered that with Haoran Qi infusion, he can harvest the memory pictures in the scroll.

Sure enough, Haoran Qi was infused, and a blank picture scroll appeared in Han Muye's mind.

On the scroll, the ink pen is on the ground, the hook is dotted and dyed, the mountains and rocks, the ancient trees, the pavilions, the waterfalls and springs......

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

"The rudiments of the world?"

Watching the mighty qi in the divine treasure turn into a chaotic appearance, constantly surging, Han Muye had a realization in his heart.

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

This world comes from the divine thoughts in the hearts of the people who write the pictures.

This, close to the construction of the Dao domain.

But the real Dao domain is not so simple to succeed.

"What about kendo?"

Han Muye whispered in his mouth, and the sword intent in the sea of qi was churning, as if he was about to break out of his body.

"Break, stand!"

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

The way of the sword, the way to break the stand!

"Senior brother, these things must be arranged in the wing, right?" Behind him, Mu Wan's voice came.

Han Muye smiled, and all the Haoran Qi and sword intent on his body were constricted and invisible.

Only by refining the heart and improving the state of mind can the cultivation be improved rapidly.

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

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

"All of this is hanging in the shop outside."

"These are all Confucian handwritings, Confucian and Taoist treasures."

"Just relying on these calligraphy and paintings, those who come to buy pills are embarrassed to open their mouths if they don't double the price several times."

Han Muye took a scroll of calligraphy and painting and spoke loudly.

"Senior brother is really a genius in business." Mu Wan nodded, and said very seriously: "Then we might as well open a shop that sells Confucian handwriting." ”

"It's going to be profitable."

Han Muye also nodded thoughtfully: "Those old guys' wool? Good idea. ”

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

"Senior brother, I accepted the brothers and sisters of the Zuo family, they look quite smart."

"The proprietress says it."

"Then you really don't care?"

"I'm just optimistic about my boss."

……

The imperial city reflected by the afterglow of the sunset, the spiritual light on the Xianyue Lake is shining, and the moon is like a fairyland.