Han Muye's comments were extremely fast. After one book was approved, Mu Wan, who was beside him, put it away, and then spread out another book.

Immediately, the name of the second student was revealed.

"HJ County Qu Zhongshao."

"Twelve quatrains."

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.

Han Muye's eyes fell on the poetry, he pondered for a while, then turned his head and said, "Grandmaster Liu Zongyuan, you are the best at this poetry, maybe take a look at it?"

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

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

"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!"

...

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

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

He is Qu Zhongshao.

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

"Well, it's okay." Liu Zongyuan said 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 master!

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

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

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

Chance!

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

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

Really accept disciples?

"Grandmaster Muye, 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 spoke softly.

With a smile, Han Muye flipped through the stack of books and found a few pages.

Grandmaster Liu Zongyuan wants to comment on poetry!

The last time Grandmaster Liu commented on poetry was when he had a poem with Grandmaster Feng Zhao at a literary meeting in Fengyulou, twenty years ago, right?

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

All around, there are voices of envy.

But more people can no longer care to envy others.

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.

Today, on the immortal boat, hundreds of great masters and half-sages will comment on poetry and articles in public!

Tianxuan has never had such a grand event!

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

If I seize this opportunity today, if I can get the approval of the great master, I will flourish in this life.

Even if you can't be admired, you can get a comment from a great master, and you can use it for a lifetime.

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

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.

There were also students who were thinking hard for a while, and the women in colorful clothes didn't dare to disturb them, so they just prepared the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

"This, this is Wenhui..."

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

This sentence made everyone around him nod.

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.

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

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

"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.

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?

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

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.

Those nervously waiting faces and excited expressions were all reflected.

No one laughed, but envied.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

Qingteng Academy.

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

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

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.

This is the lucky one!

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

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

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

Time flows, and I don't realize it at first. Later, more people pray silently. Time can be too slow, so that their books and articles can be discovered.

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

"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.

Yun Duan pouted and nodded.

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

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

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

"so beautiful……"

"Is this the Xianzhou Shuangshu?"

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

"It's astonishing and beautiful."

...

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.

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

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

Become a great Confucian, go to the Immortal Boat.

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

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

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

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

...

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

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.

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

"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."

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

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

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

For the miserable women who were trapped in the mortal world, they were not greedy for riches, honors, and glory, but were most sympathetic to poor and determined Confucian scholars.

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

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

Above the immortal boat, a voice sounded.

Mr. Qingdou!

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.

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

Make people envious.

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

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

Youthful.

But it is beautiful.

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

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

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

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

In the picture, Wu Tianzhen raised his head and smiled, and then wiped the girl's sweat with his cuff.

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

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

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

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

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

Dream up, dream down.

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

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

Before and after, but a hundred breaths.

The fleeting beauty made the river all silent.

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..."

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!"

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Legendary Poetry!

Poem of the Emperor!

Persuade to learn to lead the way of poetry!

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.

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

How authentic this must be!

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

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

"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."

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

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!

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

Confucianism is what people need.

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!

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

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

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

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

This is the great Confucianism!

This Jade Epiphany will not end until midnight.

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

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

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.

But this is the epitome of countless Confucian and Taoist practitioners in the Profound Sky World.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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?

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

"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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Haoran Qi in the book rushed out of the carriage and reflected the stars.

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.

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 for sale.

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.

It is said that a wealthy businessman bid for millions of spirit stones for these two things, but they were beaten out by Caiyi Xuan with a stick.

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

Wu Tianzhen, a student of Confucianism and Taoism, wandered the rivers and lakes with the dream of the jade-ephemera, and both lived and flew.

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

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.

"You are my poem..."

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"boom--"

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

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

Above his head, golden pills floated one by one.

Sword Dan.

Another batch of sword pellets took shape, and Han Muye showed a smile.

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

These sword pills are sold to them.

After spending three months, Han Muye finally refined three hundred and sixty one sword pills.

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

After refining the sword pills needed for the first set of Zhoutian Sword Formation, he began to make another set of sword formations and refining the second and third sets of sword formations.

He also sold five hundred sword pills to the Suwei world at the price of tens of thousands of spirit stones for each sword pill.

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.

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

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

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

In more than half a year, his cultivation has also been upgraded to the third level of Jindan.

The power of refining divine beasts is also much faster.

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

There is a thorough understanding of the perception of practice and the cause and effect of control.

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

In the imperial city, the literary name of Grand Master Muye was circulated, not inferior to those old-fashioned Confucianism and Taoism.

"Om-"

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

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

That figure revealed a cold sword light, and it seemed that it could smash the void with a single sword.

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

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

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

"boom--"

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

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

"Pretending to be a descendant of my sword pavilion~lightnovelpub.net~How do you want to die?"

The sword pavilion!

The middle-aged voice fell, and there was a five-layered pavilion behind it, emitting endless sword energy and smashing into the void.

A beam of sword light flew out from the pavilion, and the sword pointed at Han Muye who was standing on the back of the divine beast.

"Pretending to be a descendant of the sword pavilion?" Han Muye chuckled lightly, and the triple sword pavilion appeared behind him. The same sword light flashed and turned into a long roaring dragon.

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