Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion
528 The Water is Shimmering on a Clear, Sunny Day, the Mountains in the Distance are Shrouded in Mist and Rain (3)
Putting the poem aside, Han Muye picked up another one and spread it out.
“Junior Sister, look at this one. What’s wrong with it?”
Behind them, everyone looked at each other.
Although Han Muye’s comments were harsh, they were very apt.
How could someone who did not know how to read poetry be able to make such comments?
Even the people present could not say it so clearly, right?
Unconsciously, everyone moved forward and craned their necks to take a look.
“The water is clear and beautiful, and the mountains are covered in clouds. These lines are good, but they don’t seem to be deep enough?” Mu Wan said in a low voice.
She was analyzing the words Han Muye had just said.
“Yes, if you study Confucianism, you will definitely become a great Confucian.” Han Muye’s praise made Mu Wan blush.
“These two lines are not bad, but they can be changed.”
“The water is shimmering on a clear, sunny day, the mountains in the distance are shrouded in mist and rain. Juxtapose ‘clear’ with ‘rain’. It adds charm to the line.
“But such a poem should be written in detail with a fine brush. With this kind of brush, the semi cursive script loses the delicate appearance of the lake.”
With that, Han Muye put the paper aside and went to comment on the others.
He continued to pass them on for Mu Wan to look at them. Then the two of them collaboratively analyzed the meaning and writing styles of the poems.
“This sentence needs to be changed. Change ‘only’ to ‘most’. Change ‘go around the water’ to ‘can’t get enough’. I can’t get enough of the scenery on the east side of my West Lake that I love the most. The white sand embankment is hidden under the shade of green poplars.”
“This poem, um, can’t be changed. It’s hopeless.”
“This song is quite interesting. Junior Sister, look. ‘There are green mountains beyond the mountains. The tall pavilions are hidden in the drizzle.’ You can totally change it to one sentence. ‘On the green mountains beyond the mountains, the tall pavilions stretched on endlessly.’ The next sentence should be about people.”
…
Mu Wan replied softly and said a few words from time to time.
No matter if she was right or not, Han Muye would praise her, making her blush.
It was really interesting to comment on the poems and essays at the students’ literary gathering In the Spring Tide Pavilion of the Imperial City Academy’s Jade Swallow Lake.
Mu Wan looked at the words that were either wild, elegant, sloppy, or arrogant. She seemed to see scholars standing by the lake and chanting loudly.
This might be the charm of Confucianism.
Bit by bit, every word was the condensation of love and intent.
Han Muye turned around and looked at Mu Wan with a smile.
There were actually traces of golden spiritual light flickering on Mu Wan’s body.
The Great Spirit of Confucianism.
However, this aura was superficial. It was born from her comprehension and not from bitter cultivation. It would dissipate after a while.
However, with this Great Spirit, she could condense the power of her mind and cleanse her mind.
After a while, when Mu Wan slowly looked up, she saw Han Muye staring at her.
“Senior Brother!”
She lowered her head shyly.
Han Muye reached out and took her hand. “Let’s go,” he whispered.
Leave?
She looked up and saw that the poems on the table in front of her had already been flipped through.
Turning around, she noticed that whether it was Baili Tongyun, the Fifth Miss Qin, or Instructor Tao who was standing at the back, all of them looked confused and lost.
The students were still mumbling to themselves.
Han Muye shook his head and led Mu Wan out of the Spring Tide Pavilion.
Mu Wan turned around and looked at the Spring Tide Pavilion.
Such a fortuitous encounter is indeed special, she thought.
Is this the literary conference of Confucian scholars?
Is this how they cultivated?
In the Spring Tide Pavilion, a student in a green robe clenched his fists, looking confused.
“In August, the lake water is almost level with the shore and the sky and water are blurred. So the path of cultivation is muddy but not impure. I’ve learned, I’ve learned…” The person who spoke looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back. The purple aura of the People’s Will on his body vibrated.
“On the green mountains beyond the mountains, the tall pavilions stretched on endlessly. How long will the dancing and singing last? The human world is prosperous, and the mortal world is nostalgic, right?” Beside Baili Tongyun, Fifth Miss Qin lowered her head and whispered with a complicated expression.
The opportunities in life might be different, but the words and truths were all the same.
At this moment, in the Spring Tide Pavilion, the Great Spirit and literary aura intertwined and turned into a golden light screen.
Baili Tongyun ran out of the pavilion and saw that Han Muye and Mu Wan had already walked down the path in front of the mountain ridge.
She hurried forward and bowed.
“Thank you for your guidance, sir.”
After saying that, she cupped her hands and said, “Are the two of you going to open a shop in the Imperial City? I can ask Teacher Huang to write a plaque for you.”
Hearing her words, Mu Wan was delighted and quickly looked at Han Muye.
Han Muye chuckled and looked at Mu Wan. “Junior Sister, our shop hasn’t been named yet.”
Mu Wan was slightly stunned and said softly, “Then give it a name.”
“Junior Sister, you’re the lady boss. I’ll listen to you.” Han Muye’s words made Mu Wan blush.
After pondering for a moment, she said in a low voice, “Then let’s call it the Alchemy Destiny Pavilion. Our paths crossed because of alchemy…”
“Alright, let’s call it the Alchemy Destiny Pavilion.” Han Muye looked at Baili Tongyun and said, “Our shop is in the Moon Viewing Town on Imperial Garden Street. It isn’t open for business yet, and it’s very easy to find.”
With that, he held Mu Wan’s hand and slowly walked down the mountain.
“Imperial Garden Street, Moon Viewing Town. Alright.” Baili Tongyun nodded.
“Baili, I will give you Teacher Liu’s handwritten letter to read for three days.” Fifth Miss Qin’s voice came from behind Baili Tongyun.
“When you visit this gentleman, please call me.”
Hearing this, Baili Tongyun turned around and looked at her curiously.
“Fifth Miss Qin, haven’t you always been arrogant? Why are you convinced today?”
Fifth Miss Qin ignored Baili Tongyun and turned to leave.
Baili Tongyun smiled.
“Senior Sister Baili, could that gentleman be a great cultivator of the Imperial City Academy? The accumulation of his cultivation in the field of poetry is simply heavenly.”
A green-robed young man walked over and spoke in a low voice.
“That’s right. Today, it’s not an exaggeration to call this gentleman the master of poetry.” Someone stepped forward and spoke solemnly.
The others also walked out of the pavilion and looked down the mountain.
By the Spring Tide Pavilion, emotions ran high.
Han Muye smiled as he walked slowly down the mountain.
He could feel the People’s Will in his Qi Sea surging constantly.
The accumulation of the People’s Will was much faster than usual.
It seemed that it was more dense in convincing Confucian cultivators than in ordinary mortals.
Mu Wan was also in a good mood. As she looked at the scenery, she chanted the poem that Han Muye had modified previously.
“Is this the White Sand Embankment? It’s indeed as beautiful as a poem.”
“The breeze moves the green willows, my love is like the luxuriant grass.” Unknowingly, Mu Wan tightened her grip on Han Muye’s fingers.
“Eh, this poem is not bad. Did you write it?” Not far away, an old man holding a broom looked up at Mu Wan.
“No, it was written by a student in the Spring Tide Pavilion.” Mu Wan shook her head, then there was a hint of pride on her face. “However, my senior brother modified the poem.”
The smile on her face was coy like a little girl’s.
My senior brother is the most awesome.
“Modify?” The old man looked at Han Muye and muttered a few words. He seemed to have lost interest and started sweeping the fallen leaves with the broom.
Han Muye’s eyes lit up as he looked at the old man’s broom.
The trajectories of the broom sweep were calligraphy strokes.
This person seems to be a great calligrapher as well? Han Muye wondered.
The old man seemed to sense something and looked up at Han Muye.
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Chapter 529: 528 The Water is Shimmering on a Clear, Sunny Day, the Mountains in the Distance are Shrouded in Mist and Rain (3)
Putting the poem aside, Han Muye picked up another one and spread it out.
“Junior Sister, look at this one. What’s wrong with it?”
Behind them, everyone looked at each other.
Although Han Muye’s comments were harsh, they were very apt.
How could someone who did not know how to read poetry be able to make such comments?
Even the people present could not say it so clearly, right?
Unconsciously, everyone moved forward and craned their necks to take a look.
“The water is clear and beautiful, and the mountains are covered in clouds. These lines are good, but they don’t seem to be deep enough?” Mu Wan said in a low voice.
She was analyzing the words Han Muye had just said.
“Yes, if you study Confucianism, you will definitely become a great Confucian.” Han Muye’s praise made Mu Wan blush.
“These two lines are not bad, but they can be changed.”
“The water is shimmering on a clear, sunny day, the mountains in the distance are shrouded in mist and rain. Juxtapose ‘clear’ with ‘rain’. It adds charm to the line.
“But such a poem should be written in detail with a fine brush. With this kind of brush, the semi cursive script loses the delicate appearance of the lake.”
With that, Han Muye put the paper aside and went to comment on the others.
He continued to pass them on for Mu Wan to look at them. Then the two of them collaboratively analyzed the meaning and writing styles of the poems.
“This sentence needs to be changed. Change ‘only’ to ‘most’. Change ‘go around the water’ to ‘can’t get enough’. I can’t get enough of the scenery on the east side of my West Lake that I love the most. The white sand embankment is hidden under the shade of green poplars.”
“This poem, um, can’t be changed. It’s hopeless.”
“This song is quite interesting. Junior Sister, look. ‘There are green mountains beyond the mountains. The tall pavilions are hidden in the drizzle.’ You can totally change it to one sentence. ‘On the green mountains beyond the mountains, the tall pavilions stretched on endlessly.’ The next sentence should be about people.”
…
No matter if she was right or not, Han Muye would praise her, making her blush.
It was really interesting to comment on the poems and essays at the students’ literary gathering In the Spring Tide Pavilion of the Imperial City Academy’s Jade Swallow Lake.
Mu Wan looked at the words that were either wild, elegant, sloppy, or arrogant. She seemed to see scholars standing by the lake and chanting loudly.
This might be the charm of Confucianism.
Bit by bit, every word was the condensation of love and intent.
Han Muye turned around and looked at Mu Wan with a smile.
There were actually traces of golden spiritual light flickering on Mu Wan’s body.
The Great Spirit of Confucianism.
However, this aura was superficial. It was born from her comprehension and not from bitter cultivation. It would dissipate after a while.
However, with this Great Spirit, she could condense the power of her mind and cleanse her mind.
After a while, when Mu Wan slowly looked up, she saw Han Muye staring at her.
“Senior Brother!”
She lowered her head shyly.
Han Muye reached out and took her hand. “Let’s go,” he whispered.
Leave?
She looked up and saw that the poems on the table in front of her had already been flipped through.
Turning around, she noticed that whether it was Baili Tongyun, the Fifth Miss Qin, or Instructor Tao who was standing at the back, all of them looked confused and lost.
The students were still mumbling to themselves.
Han Muye shook his head and led Mu Wan out of the Spring Tide Pavilion.
Such a fortuitous encounter is indeed special, she thought.
Is this the literary conference of Confucian scholars?
Is this how they cultivated?
In the Spring Tide Pavilion, a student in a green robe clenched his fists, looking confused.
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A Great Spirit surged from his body, as if there was a great fluctuation.“In August, the lake water is almost level with the shore and the sky and water are blurred. So the path of cultivation is muddy but not impure. I’ve learned, I’ve learned…” The person who spoke looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back. The purple aura of the People’s Will on his body vibrated.
“On the green mountains beyond the mountains, the tall pavilions stretched on endlessly. How long will the dancing and singing last? The human world is prosperous, and the mortal world is nostalgic, right?” Beside Baili Tongyun, Fifth Miss Qin lowered her head and whispered with a complicated expression.
The opportunities in life might be different, but the words and truths were all the same.
At this moment, in the Spring Tide Pavilion, the Great Spirit and literary aura intertwined and turned into a golden light screen.
Baili Tongyun ran out of the pavilion and saw that Han Muye and Mu Wan had already walked down the path in front of the mountain ridge.
She hurried forward and bowed.
“Thank you for your guidance, sir.”
After saying that, she cupped her hands and said, “Are the two of you going to open a shop in the Imperial City? I can ask Teacher Huang to write a plaque for you.”
Hearing her words, Mu Wan was delighted and quickly looked at Han Muye.
Han Muye chuckled and looked at Mu Wan. “Junior Sister, our shop hasn’t been named yet.”
Mu Wan was slightly stunned and said softly, “Then give it a name.”
“Junior Sister, you’re the lady boss. I’ll listen to you.” Han Muye’s words made Mu Wan blush.
After pondering for a moment, she said in a low voice, “Then let’s call it the Alchemy Destiny Pavilion. Our paths crossed because of alchemy…”
“Alright, let’s call it the Alchemy Destiny Pavilion.” Han Muye looked at Baili Tongyun and said, “Our shop is in the Moon Viewing Town on Imperial Garden Street. It isn’t open for business yet, and it’s very easy to find.”
“Imperial Garden Street, Moon Viewing Town. Alright.” Baili Tongyun nodded.
“Baili, I will give you Teacher Liu’s handwritten letter to read for three days.” Fifth Miss Qin’s voice came from behind Baili Tongyun.
“When you visit this gentleman, please call me.”
Hearing this, Baili Tongyun turned around and looked at her curiously.
“Fifth Miss Qin, haven’t you always been arrogant? Why are you convinced today?”
Fifth Miss Qin ignored Baili Tongyun and turned to leave.
Baili Tongyun smiled.
“Senior Sister Baili, could that gentleman be a great cultivator of the Imperial City Academy? The accumulation of his cultivation in the field of poetry is simply heavenly.”
A green-robed young man walked over and spoke in a low voice.
“That’s right. Today, it’s not an exaggeration to call this gentleman the master of poetry.” Someone stepped forward and spoke solemnly.
The others also walked out of the pavilion and looked down the mountain.
By the Spring Tide Pavilion, emotions ran high.
Han Muye smiled as he walked slowly down the mountain.
He could feel the People’s Will in his Qi Sea surging constantly.
The accumulation of the People’s Will was much faster than usual.
It seemed that it was more dense in convincing Confucian cultivators than in ordinary mortals.
Mu Wan was also in a good mood. As she looked at the scenery, she chanted the poem that Han Muye had modified previously.
“Is this the White Sand Embankment? It’s indeed as beautiful as a poem.”
“The breeze moves the green willows, my love is like the luxuriant grass.” Unknowingly, Mu Wan tightened her grip on Han Muye’s fingers.
“No, it was written by a student in the Spring Tide Pavilion.” Mu Wan shook her head, then there was a hint of pride on her face. “However, my senior brother modified the poem.”
The smile on her face was coy like a little girl’s.
My senior brother is the most awesome.
“Modify?” The old man looked at Han Muye and muttered a few words. He seemed to have lost interest and started sweeping the fallen leaves with the broom.
Han Muye’s eyes lit up as he looked at the old man’s broom.
The trajectories of the broom sweep were calligraphy strokes.
This person seems to be a great calligrapher as well? Han Muye wondered.
The old man seemed to sense something and looked up at Han Muye.
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