Han Muye's annotations were extremely fast, and after one was completed, Mu Wan on the side put it away, and then spread out another volume.

Suddenly, the name of the second student was revealed.

"HJ County Quzhongshao."

"Twelve quatrains."

Some people went to see the poem, some people went to find out where this song Zhongshao was, and some people waited curiously for Han Muye to annotate the poem.

Han Muye's eyes fell on the poems, he pondered, turned his head and said, "Grand Master Liu Zongyuan, this poem is what you are best at, maybe take a look?" ”

Hearing his words, a tall, thin man in his fifties, with a long beard, stepped forward and picked up the page.

"It's the great master of the literary poetry sect Liu Zongyuan!"

"Oh my God, if my poems can get a comment from Master Liu, I am, that is, even if I am willing to jump off the Yongding River now!"

……

In the midst of countless envious exclamations, in the painting boat, a young man in a white robe with an excited face stood up.

He bowed to the curtain of light, and then waited in silence.

He is Qu Zhongshao.

As a Confucian cultivator who studies poetry, he can get a comment from the poetry sect, which is enough to comfort the three lives.

"Yes, it's okay." Liu Zongyuan spoke softly.

Just this sentence made Qu Zhongshao burst into tears.

After 30 years of hard study, it is enough to get a "OK" from the great grandmaster!

Liu Zongyuan didn't comment again, just folded the page and put it into his sleeve.

In the pocket, is this willing to be accepted as a disciple?

The boat, the riverbank, a sound of inhalation.

Good luck!

Not only Mr. Qingteng lectures and accepts disciples, but even other great Confucians are willing to accept disciples?

On the Xianzhou, Liu Zongyuan's move made many other Confucians curious.

Really accept disciples?

"Grand Master Makino, take a look at any other poems you have received, show them to me." Liu Zongyuan took a few steps forward, sat down not far from Han Muye's side, and spoke softly.

Han Muye smiled and flipped through the stack of books and found a few pages.

Grand Master Liu Zongyuan wants to comment on poetry!

The last time Grandmaster Liu commented on poetry was twenty years ago, at the literary meeting in Fengyulou, when he was talking to Grand Master Feng Zhao about poetry, right?

"It's my poetry!" On a painting boat, someone exclaimed.

All around, there were voices of envy.

But more people don't care to envy others anymore.

On the deck of the Xianzhou, a big Confucian stepped forward to sit cross-legged, and the young men and women on the Xianzhou put the small case on the table, and then drove the boat to the painting boat.

Today, on the immortal boat, hundreds of great masters and half-saints want to comment on poetry and articles in public!

Such a grand event, Tianxuan has never had it!

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

Seize this opportunity today, you can be recognized by the great master, and you will soar in this life.

Even if you can't be looked down upon, you can have a great master to comment on it, and you can use it for life.

Some students who have prepared their books hurriedly take out their books and wait anxiously.

If there is no book to prepare, at this time he hurriedly writes down the articles he wrote down in the past.

There are also students who are meditating there temporarily, and the woman in colorful clothes next to her does not dare to disturb, that is, she prepares the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

"This, this is the Wenhui......"

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

This sentence made everyone around him nod.

In the past, the kind of master gatherings, cups and chips were staggered, touting each other, and then reciting a few poems written early to take the opportunity to become famous.

Today, Confucianism is not famous, but it can learn with real talent and educate countless people.

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

"Hey, the old man, as the deputy head of the Imperial City Academy, is ashamed to see this scene......" Yan Zhen looked lightly at the deck where the big Confucian was sitting cross-legged, and his face showed emotion.

Isn't this kind of literary meeting a hundred times better than a literary meeting that talks and chats with each other?

He took a step forward, also sitting cross-legged.

In the light curtain, a great Confucian began to annotate the book, and sometimes there would be a situation on the painting boat.

Those nervously waiting faces, excited expressions, are all reflected.

No one laughed, but envied.

There are those who work hard to write books, knocking over the ink and not knowing it.

There was a sweaty head that couldn't be wiped off, and the woman in colorful clothes next to her was distressed and stepped forward to wipe it.

There are also those with indifferent expressions on their faces, and their fists are really white.

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

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

This Haoran Qi is so strong that it can compete with the Haoran Qi in the Imperial City.

Xu Wei, who was sitting cross-legged on the deck, smiled, and the power of the obstacle around him merged with Haoranqi, and slowly turned into an illusory academy.

Ivy League.

The inky vines and mottled walls are full of sparse words.

"Qingteng, this Huyang County Zhao Puzhi's thesis is quite meritorious, you can take a look." The Great Confucian Huang Zongzhi spoke loudly.

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

That's the lucky one!

The cultivators who controlled the operation of the light curtain seemed to be instructed, and the light curtain gave those students more pictures than the great Confucians.

Once there is a recommended book and article, the face of that student will appear in the light curtain.

In the Imperial City, the Jinshi and the first are nothing more than that!

Time flows, at first I didn't realize it, and later, more people silently prayed that time could be too slow so that their books and articles could be discovered.

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

"Hehe, this guy made a good literary meeting like this, no one even cares about the epiphany that is about to bloom, and he doesn't even take a look at the most beautiful person on the fairy boat, do you still praise him for being special?" Behind Yun Jin, Bai Wuji's voice came.

Cloud Sain pouted and nodded.

Bai Wuxian stepped forward with a smile, grabbed Yun Jin, and dragged him out of the room.

"How can such a beauty be hidden here? Are all those guys blind? Bai Wuji's voice made Yun Jin stunned, and Yun Satin chuckled.

When the picture on the light curtain returned to the deck of the fairy boat, the three stunning women who seemed to be fairies in the sky suddenly made countless people's hearts skip a beat.

"It's so beautiful......"

"Is this the Xianzhou Shuangshu?"

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

"It's like a shock, it's beautiful."

……

White traceless and cloud brocade and cloud satin appeared on the fairy boat, or read the articles annotated by the Great Confucian, chanting in a low voice, the sound was like a jade bead falling on the plate, or chuckling and sending paper and pen, red sleeves add fragrance.

Only by becoming a great Confucian can you have such qualifications, right?

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

Become a great Confucian and go to the fairy boat.

"Hey, this Yongzhou student Liu Yong's poetry is good." Yan Zhenqing, who had been saying little, suddenly spoke.

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

"The cicada is poignant, to Changting's evening song, a few green willows, who do you complain to?"

"The birds are still happy, and the clouds are scattered, thousands of miles of smoke and waves, borrow me three points to get drunk."

……

On the fairy boat, several Confucians turned their heads and commented softly.

The scene in the light curtain has shifted to the painting boat, where a young man in a blue robe with a patch on the placket sits solemnly.

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

"Yong is a poor student, he can't bear to stain his clothes with ink, and he still wears green robes and old clothes freely."

"The invitation card to the painting boat was given by Murong Hui's son, and he didn't dare to use the utensils privately."

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

At this moment, the eyes of the woman in colorful clothes not far in front of him were full of affection.

For the miserable women they are trapped in, wealth and glory are not greedy, but the most pleasing and poor Confucian students.

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

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

Above the fairy boat, a voice sounded.

Mr. Ivy!

In the picture, Liu Yong, who was still calm, was crooked, knocked over the ink on the small case, and dyed the moon-white clothes that were stacked together.

In the picture, Liu Yong is excited and distressed, reflected on the light curtain, it is cramped.

Makes people, envy.

On the deck of the Xianzhou, many great Confucians raised their heads, showing a look of remembrance on their faces.

"Back then, I was the same......"

Green.

But it's beautiful.

The picture flows, and on the painting boat under the sunset, a girl in a man's dress in green clothes runs briskly, sweating on her forehead.

In the slight gasp, the white face carried a hint of anxiety and shyness.

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

The girl ran to Wu Tianzhen, who was sitting in front of the small case, and said crisply.

Wu Tianzhen in the picture looked up and smiled, and then wiped the girl's sweat with his cuffs.

"Mr. Wu, the jade epiphany is about to bloom, you should write the poem quickly!"

The girl bit her lip, and her anxious appearance was reflected on the light curtain, pretty and cute.

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

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

When the picture faded, a jade-white epiphany slowly bloomed.

Dreams arise, dreams fall.

The jade epiphany blooms, as if all the good things in the world are gathered.

It's just that the flowers bloom for a short time, and in everyone's regretful eyes, the petals slowly wither.

Before and after, but not a hundred breaths.

The fleeting beauty makes the river silent.

The county lord of Yunjin turned his head, looked at the river in front of him, and whispered: "There are flowers that can be broken and must be broken, don't wait for no flowers to break the ......branches."

Yun Sain frowned slightly, groaned, and said loudly: "There are talents from all generations of the country, and they have been leading the way for hundreds of years!" ”

With these two sentences, on the fairy boat, in the painting boat, on the bank of the big river, no one can speak.

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

The poem was reflected on the withering light curtain for a long time.

"It's shallow on paper, and I never know that I have to do it."

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

In the void, thunder surged, and endless streamers flew by.

The purple breath of hope and the golden aura illuminate the river and take away the brilliance of the sunset.

Passing on poems!

Poetry of the Emperor!

Persuade to learn the poetry of the Tao!

Whether it was on the fairy boat, or on the painting boat, or on the bank of the river, everyone bowed their heads, wrote hard, and wrote down the poems just now.

Chen Ru, who was standing not far away, had a smile on his face.

What a genuine work this must be!

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

"The opening is well-intentioned and brilliant."

"I suggest that the sentence of Ling Ding can be turned into a poem, and it will be Ling Jue Ding, a glance at the mountains, and express the spirit in the chest."

On paper, you will eventually feel shallow, and only by bowing forward can you always do it.

What are those poems and texts that have been handed down from generation to generation, what is the heroic spirit of the sky, and what are the emotions of countless people, writing and commenting, and educating in ink, this is the great Confucian!

At this moment, countless people have an understanding of the word Confucianism in their hearts.

Confucianism, the needs of people.

It is not that sentence of poetry that moves the imperial city, and the Confucianism whose literary name has been passed down for 3,000 years, is the avenue that educates all directions, makes the literature and Taoism prosperous, and prospers for thousands of years!

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

"Drinking friend, I'm not as good as you......"

Who can poetry the mountains and rivers without being shocked?

If you don't see it in person, who can believe that someone will casually annotate poems such as "will be the top of the mountain, and see the mountains at a glance" in the articles of outsiders?

The name of the article is floating in the clouds to me, and there is an article in the world.

This is the Great Confucian!

The festival didn't end until midnight.

After reading the books and articles on the boat, the young man in the boat went to find someone on the shore who wrote poems and articles and sent them to the fairy boat.

Those Confucian students on the shore didn't expect that they would have such an opportunity, and they cried with joy one by one.

In the light curtain, the white-haired old man who held his thin paper and cried into tears, and waved at the young man who took the page, looked sad.

But this is the epitome of countless Confucian and Taoist cultivators in the Tianxuan world.

After the moon is bright and the stars are scarce, the big Confucians on the fairy boat get up and go in twos and threes, or their bodies move and turn into a breeze.

The meetings that had been arranged were gone, leaving only the thick, annotated books of articles on the small cases.

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

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

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

Bai Wuxian and Sister Yunjin invited Mu Wan to play on the fairy boat.

According to what Bai Wuxian said, beauties are as fleeting as ephemerals, why do you still grind ink and drag paper for these stinky men?

On the way back, sitting in the frame, Han Muye asked Mu Wan what they said without a trace, but unfortunately Mu Wan ignored it.

"Senior brother, what do you want to ask so clearly about the matter of your daughter's family?" In one sentence, all the words behind Han Muye were blocked.

Something happened at the Jade Epiphany Cultural Meeting, and it spread all over the imperial city overnight.

Hundreds of people, Confucian scholars went to see the illusory Qingteng Academy on the big river.

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

There are also nearly 1,000 Confucian students, whose articles and poems have entered the eyes of Confucianism and have been given further guidance.

For these Confucian scholars, it was a life-changing opportunity.

In addition, those who participate in the cultural meeting, or observe the cultural meeting, also have their own gains.

Even on the bank of the river, those Confucian and Taoist monks who just wanted to have a good time also got great benefits.

At least their manuscripts and poems were bought at a high price.

After the end of the meeting, the Han family firm collected all the original manuscripts according to the previous agreement.

Those Confucian handwritings, commenting on the authentic handwritings, are enough to load ten carts.

The haoran of the book rushed out of the carriage and reflected the stars.

Those clothes stained with words and ink were replaced, and after Caiyixuan took them away, they immediately increased the price tenfold and hung them in the store, and they were sold out early the next morning.

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

Not sold.

The shopkeeper of Caiyixuan didn't know what price he paid, and he also accepted the robe of the county lord of Yunjin, and the hairpin on his head was white and traceless.

These two things are said to have been auctioned out by wealthy businessmen who bid for millions of spirit stones, but they were beaten out by Caiyixuan.

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

Wu Tianzhen, a student of Confucianism and Taoism, and the spirit of the jade epiphany dream wandered the rivers and lakes, and they stayed and flew together.

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

The ink-stained white shirt and the stumbling green robe seem to tell that the happiness that the daughter's family seeks should be like this.

"You're my poem......"

——————

"Boom-"

On the East China Sea of the Guardian World, thunder fell like rain.

Han Muye stood on the back of the Divine Beast Overlord, attracted the power of Kui Niu, collected all the thunder light, and then refined his body.

Above his head, golden pills floated.

Jian Dan.

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

In the distance, several Su Guard World Sword Cultivators watched happily.

These sword pills were sold to them.

After three months of effort, Han Muye finally refined three hundred and sixty-one sword pills.

With this sword pill, the Zhou Tian sword array can be arranged.

After refining the sword pills required for the first set of Zhou Tian Sword Formations, he began to make another move, refining the second and third sets of sword formations.

He also sold five hundred sword pills to the Su Guard World at the price of ten million spirit stones per sword pill.

This kind of sword pill, whether it is to improve one's own kendo cultivation or to condense the sword pill, is a treasure that can not be found.

If it weren't for the encounter with Senior Han, the inheritor of the Sword Pavilion, it would never be possible for the Suwei World to have it.

The various forces obtained the sword pill as a treasure for the heirloom.

With three sets of sword formations, billions of spirit stones, and the accumulation of various elixirs, Han Muye has gained a lot in the Suwei world.

For most of the year, his cultivation has also been promoted to the triple level of Jindan.

The power of refining divine beasts has also been much faster.

Hongchen refines his heart, and after the Jade Epiphany Meeting, Han Muye's spiritual power grows extremely fast.

The perception of cultivation and the control of cause and effect are all fully understood.

He also made a cameo appearance at Qingteng Academy from time to time and discussed with Mr. Qingteng.

In the imperial city, the literary name of the great master of Makino is not inferior to those old Confucian and Taoist overhauls.

"Hum—"

Han Muye put away the Dan furnace, held the Sword Pill in his hand, and looked at the sky.

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

That figure was full of cold sword light, and it seemed to be able to smash the void with a single sword.

Indeed, if this figure were to use a sword, it would definitely be able to shatter this world.

Glancing at Han Muye, the figure flashed and flew out of the void of the Suwei World.

Han Muye groaned, and the Divine Beast Tyrant who had shrunk to a radius of a hundred miles under his feet got up and flew away.

"Boom-"

Crashed into the sky, and flew into the void with Han Muye on his back.

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

"Pretending to be the heir of my Sword Pavilion, how do you want to die?"

Sword Pavilion!

The middle-aged voice fell, and there was a five-fold pavilion behind him that emitted endless sword qi and smashed through the void.

Sword light flew out of the pavilion, and the sword blade pointed to Han Muye standing on the back of the divine beast.

"Pretending to be a descendant of the Sword Pavilion?" Han Muye chuckled, and the Triple Sword Pavilion appeared behind him, and the same sword light flashed, turning into a roaring dragon.

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