Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

"Kid, if you can compose a poem that this old man approves of, I can write it for you."

Holding the broom, the old man said calmly.

Compose a poem?

Mu Wan looked at Han Muye curiously and expectantly.

Han Muye was amused.

Perhaps this is what the Imperial City Academy is like?

He could not casually compose poems in this place. He was afraid that he would be too embarrassed to go out.

There was a reason why half of the city was filled with purple qi and half of the city was filled with the Great Spirit.

At this moment, Han Muye thought far ahead.

Although the Purple Qi on White Deer Mountain was dense, the Great Spirit was clearly thin because of the difference in foundation.

With only Dongfang Shu holding the fort, it was nothing compared to the Imperial City Academy.

If one didn't go to the Imperial City Academy, one wouldn't know how famous the Imperial City Academy was.

The reason why the White Deer Mountain Academy was famous was because of the four lines Han Muye had left behind. It was also because Han Muye had displayed poetry as a sword in Jinchuan.

The practice of the Central Continent scholar carrying a sword started at White Deer Mountain.

However, these alone could not shake the status of the Imperial City Academy as the Confucian Holy Land of the Central Continent.

Perhaps they would let the students of the White Deer Mountain Academy come to the Imperial City Academy for an exchange.

This was especially for Huang Zhihu and the others. If they continued to stay in the White Deer Mountain Academy, they would not know how prosperous the Confucian Dao was here. It would not be a good thing if they did not see the importance of the Imperial City Academy.

"What, you can't compose a poem in this beautiful scenery?" The old man holding the broom said.

Unable to compose a poem?

You're joking, Han Muye thought.

The head of the White Deer Mountain Academy, Grandmaster Han Mu, who wrote a hundred poems in one night, couldn't compose a poem?

How could a martial grandmaster like Mu Ye, who had conferred deity titles with a single statement, fail at this tiny Jade Swallow Lake?

Han Muye turned to look at the sparkling Jade Swallow Lake and said calmly, "I once saw a snow mountain that was ten thousand feet tall. The snow sparkled like jade, and the winding mountains danced like silver snakes."

Although he only had a glimpse of the scenery of the Great Snowy Mountains in the Northern Region, the snowy scenery was really dazzling.

The old man holding the broom raised his eyebrows. "Northern Region?"

"I've also seen 10,000 miles of clear waves surging upstream." Han Muye's eyes lit up.

The black armor on the Jialing River went against the current, the sword broke the river, and the elites of the Western Frontier gathered. How could one forget such a graceful bearing?

"In terms of going upstream to the source, there were many in the Southern Wasteland and the Western Frontier who went against the surging current. It was indeed spectacular." The old man nodded and stared at Han Muye.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes, and an indescribable force pressed down on him.

"I've seen it before. Millions of miles of mountains and rivers rising and falling, and black water dashing to the sky."

The divine beast, Baxia carried the world on its back, floating and sinking in the extinct sea. The vastness of the world was unprecedented and unimaginable!

The old man looked surprised as his gaze landed on Han Muye.

He might have seen the place Han Muye was talking about, but it could not be said.

Mu Wan looked at Han Muye with a complicated smile.

Senior Brother's cultivation path is really exciting.

But my own experience has been extremely lacking.

Compared to Senior Brother, I have nothing.

Han Muye seemed to sense the change in Mu Wan's state of mind. He turned around and said softly, "The world is big, but it's all in one heart.

"At this moment, peace of mind is heaven and earth."

With that, he looked at the lake in front of him and said loudly.

"By the green willows and the lake water that is almost level with the shore, a young man is singing.

"The sun is rising in the east and it is raining in the west. It is sunless but there is love."

Subtle emotions?

Mu Wan's eyes were blurry as she looked at the lake in front of her. For a moment, she was almost in a daze.

On the surface of the lake, purple qi and water vapor surged. It was really raining!

"Haha, good. What a good saying. Sunless but there's love. Isn't the mortal world all about love?"

The old man behind him laughed loudly. The broom in his hand turned into a carving knife. He used the knife as a brush on the bluestone at the side to write a poem.

Purple Qi and golden light condensed on the bluestone.

In an instant, the poem was completed. The golden light turned into a pillar of light that shot into the sky.

"Haha, another unprecedented line by the Jade Swallow Lake!" The elder held the carving knife and laughed proudly.

Han Muye shook his head and looked at the spiritual light and figures gathering around him.

The poem here had attracted the attention of the Confucianists of the Imperial City Academy.

"I won't move this stone. It's too big for my yard."

"You said you'd write one for me."

As Han Muye spoke, he led Mu Wan away.

"Not to mention one, even 10 or 100 would be fine." The old man smiled and shouted from behind, "By the way, what's your name? I'm Zhang Xu."

"Zhang Xu? That Crazy Zhang who's known as Crazy Grass?" Mu Wan muttered.

"Mu Ye, remember to send it to the Moon Viewing Town." Han Muye waved his hand and disappeared into the green willow bushes with Mu Wan.

"Mu Ye? The one who conferred deity titles with a single statement?" Zhang Xu watched Han Muye and Mu Wan leave, his eyes flickering.

"Old Zhang, this poem is good." An old man in a purple robe appeared behind him.

"A youth is singing by the lake. Old Zhang, you want to learn from Lu Yuzhou?" On the other side, an old man in a white robe walked up to the stone carving and muttered.

For a moment, several figures landed in front of the stone carving and observed the words and brush techniques on it.

Zhang Xu's face was full of smiles. He raised his hand and printed a line of words. Then he carried the broom and left.

"Imperial City's Crazy Zhang, a poem by Mu Ye. Mu Ye?"

"That person? Where is he?"

"What a pity. Why didn't I see this person when he came to the Imperial City Academy?"

"Tsk tsk, judging from the taste of this poem, no wonder he's on good terms with Lu Yuzhou."

"Hurry up and copy this poem. It will definitely be useful when we go to the flower boat next time."

In front of the stone tablet, everyone was discussing. A few elders were beating their chests and stamping their feet.

Many people turned around to look for Lu Yuzhou to study poetry.

Han Muye and Mu Wan left the Imperial City Academy and found some snacks on the street. Then they rented a carriage and returned to the Moon Viewing Town.

It was not that he could not fly back, but he felt that it was quite interesting to follow the rules of the Imperial City.

The old man who was driving the carriage cracked his whip as he told the story of the Imperial City.

Just like Zuo Lin, there were stories everywhere in the Imperial City. Everyone had stories.

It was already afternoon when they returned to the shop. The shop had basically been emptied, leaving behind only the items he had bought from Lu Yuzhou.

"Young Master, this is my son, Yulong. He usually listens in at the Imperial City Academy. Today, I asked him to help me register all the books, paintings, tables, chairs, and potted plants." Zuo Lin came up and handed a book to Han Muye.

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

One of them was a young man in a green robe. He looked to be around 18 or 19 years old. He looked excited and did not dare to look up.

The other was a 15 or 16-year-old girl. Her eyes were lively as she looked at Han Muye and Mu Wan.

"This is my daughter, Yuting. She has some talent in alchemy and is an apprentice in a place of alchemy cultivation in the Cloud Alchemy Mill. Brother Datian and Sister Cuicui said that Young Master and Miss's shop is in the alchemy business, so I thought Yuting could help…"

As Zuo Lin spoke, he quietly looked up at Han Muye's expression.

Unfortunately, he could not see anything.

On the other hand, Mu Wan smiled.

"Young Master, Miss, young people like them don't ask for anything else. They just want to learn something and gain experience."

Zuo Lin took a deep breath and bowed to Han Muye.

Success or failure depended on this young master.

Zuo Yulong clenched his fists nervously. He knew what kind of opportunity he would have if he could be a shop assistant.

Zuo Yuting did not cultivate Confucianism, so she could not see the value of those books and paintings. It was just her father's arrangement. He even promised that as long as she worked in the shop, he would not mention marrying her off to that fool from the Ma family.

"Junior Sister, make the arrangements. I'll go see what else can be set up in the courtyard." Han Muye shook his head and walked into the backyard.

He had said that the lady boss of this shop was Mu Wan, so she naturally made the decisions.

Anyway, as long as she was happy.

In the small courtyard, there were various potted plants moved over from Lu Yuzhou's place and a pair of stone stools.

A pile of books and paintings that had yet to be delivered to the room were placed on the stone table.

Han Muye reached out and flipped open the two books. He saw that the words on them were personally written by a great scholar.

He slowly unrolled a painting and saw a green mountain.

A faint Great Spirit emerged from his palm and enveloped the painting.

Today, in Lu Yuzhou's small courtyard, Han Muye had discovered that with the Great Spirit, he could obtain the memories in the book.

Sure enough, with the infusion of the Great Spirit, a blank painting appeared in Han Muye's mind.

A brush dipped in ink painted mountain rocks, ancient trees, pavilions, waterfalls, and springs…

A vast power surged in Han Muye's divine treasure.

The embryonic form of building a world?

Seeing the Great Spirit in the divine treasure turn into chaos and keep surging, Han Muye understood something.

Whether one was depicting the Confucian Dao through literary writing, recording, or painting, one was constructing a world.

This world came from the author's divine sense.

This was close to constructing a Dao domain.

However, the true Dao domain was not so easy to attain.

"What about Sword Dao?"

Han Muye muttered. The sword intent in his Qi Sea surged, as if it was about to break out of his body.

"Break, stand!"

Han Muye's eyes lit up, as if he wanted to shatter the void in front of him.

Sword Dao, the Dao of Breaking Foundation!

"Senior Brother, these things have to be arranged in the room, right?" Mu Wan's voice sounded from behind.

Han Muye smiled, and all the Great Spirit and sword intent in his body were restrained.

Only by tempering one's heart in the mortal world and improving one's state of mind could one improve one's cultivation rapidly.

The fusion of the divine beast's body would also be faster.

He turned around and looked at Mu Wan. "Why are these things in the room?

"All of these, hang them in the shop outside.

"These are all Confucian writings and Confucian treasures.

"With just these paintings, those who came to buy pills would be too embarrassed to ask if they didn't increase the price by several times."

Han Muye rolled up the painting and spoke loudly.

"Senior Brother is really a business genius." Mu Wan nodded and said seriously, "Then why don't we open a shop that sells books written by great Confucian scholars?

"It'll be very profitable."

Han Muye also nodded seriously. "Take advantage of those old fellows? Good idea."

In the small courtyard, the two of them laughed and moved the paintings to the shop in front.

"Senior Brother, I've taken in the Zuo siblings. They look quite smart."

"The lady boss has the final say."

"So you really don't care?"

"I only care about my lady boss."

…

In the Imperial City illuminated by the afterglow of the setting sun, spiritual light shone on the Immortal Moon Lake. Viewing Moon Town seemed like a paradise.