Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Who in the world didn\'t suffer?

The winter bamboo shoots broke through the soil and transformed into butterflies. The pine trees grew into cliffs, and the geese flew from north to south.

Although one\'s life was short, one could be impassioned.

Since one was born as a human and held a brush in his hand, why couldn\'t he write for tens of thousands of years?

"One must be worthy of history. Hehe, cultivate the heart, cultivate the heart. So what we really want is to cultivate a sincere, righteous heart!"

Someone on the immortal ship shouted.

Up and down the river, countless Confucian cultivators were either moaning or laughing. The Spiritual Qi and Great Spirit in their bodies condensed into a long dragon that spiraled and circulated.

The Confucianists on the pleasure boats slowly came back to their senses. They recalled the confusion from before and felt endless emotions.

They looked at the woman in green and colorful clothes with tears on their faces and immediately felt pity for them.

They were also pitiful people.

"Meng Luo…" With a pale face, Wu Tianzhen helped the woman in green up. He wanted to say something, but the woman had already run away with a red face.

Earlier, he was plagued by a mystical force, and his heart was filled with sorrow. It was unknown what the two of them said or did when they hugged each other.

Looking at Meng Luo running away, Wu Tianzhen felt lost. He lowered his head and looked at the sachet at his waist.

On the pleasure boat, there were even more excited scholars. They wished they had a sword in their hands to cut open the dark world.

Since they wanted to cultivate sincere, righteous hearts, they naturally had to leave their mark on history.

Those poor old students also had a fighting spirit at this moment.

Even the students by the river bank felt their chests surging. They wished they could finish the wine in front of them.

At today\'s grand event, with these lines of poetry as an introduction, they should drink their fill!

The cultivation of Confucianism emphasized the state of mind the most.

At today\'s literary conference, Xu Green Vine\'s poem almost broke the state of mind of the Confucian cultivators present.

Initially, he thought that this was all there was to it. He did not expect that the first seven lines of Grandmaster Mu Ye\'s seven-character rhyme would suppress the Confucian Dao of Heaven and Earth. It almost made him lose his mind.

In the end, the Half-Sage Qin Suyang\'s tongue sword pierced through the sky. Minister Wen, Wen Mosheng, opened his mouth and finished the last line.

Since ancient times, even when Wen Mosheng became a Sage through Confucianism and suppressed the Heavenly Mystic, the cultivation of Heavenly Mystic Confucianism did not clearly determine the ultimate truth of Confucianism.

Cultivating Confucianism and becoming an official were the pursuits of most Confucianism cultivators.

Then there were the cultivators who could become great scholars. They were indifferent to the power of the mortal world and pursued immortality in the void, or a trace of obsession in their hearts.

If they did not seek longevity and did not have any obsession, there was a high chance that they would fall into a trance.

Why was it that the White Deer Mountain Academy, which was located in a remote area, could sweep through the world with just a few Confucian teachers? Why was it that scholars carrying swords became a trend?

Wasn\'t it because of the four lines, \'To establish a heart for the world, to establish a life for the people, to inherit the knowledge of past Sages, and to create peace for all generations\'?

These four lines looked ethereal, but they were countless times more noble than the original vulgar pursuit of promotion and wealth.

Most importantly, no matter how big the Heavenly Mystic Realm was, there was a limit to the number of official positions.

Those Confucian scholars who studied hard but did not become officials or make money found it hard to calm their aspirations. They could use these four lines to direct their aspirations.

So what if I study and don\'t become an official? I will make peace for all ages.

So what if I don\'t get rich from studying? I\'ll make peace for all ages.

So what if I\'ve achieved nothing in my studies? I\'m the founder of peace.

With hope in their hearts, there was light in their eyes.

On the immortal ship, Han Muye looked up at the cloudy and windy sky and smiled.

If the four-line mantra of the White Deer Mountain was said to stabilize ordinary Confucian cultivators in the world, then today\'s lines were left behind to exhort them to be worthy of history. It was to create Great Confucians of the world.

Wen Mosheng became a sage through Confucianism, but he also blocked the path of other Confucian cultivators in the world.

As long as a Sage did not die, there would only be a Half-Sage in the world.

Half-Sages like Qin Suyang had already reached the peak of the human world. What else was there to ask for?

If he didn\'t ask for anything, wouldn\'t he fall into a maze?

Today, he said that he wanted to leave his mark on history. Wasn\'t it because his obsession had dissipated?

On the path of cultivation, a Confucianist did not seek immortality, nor did he seek to become a sage. He only sought sincerity and righteousness, to be passed on through the ages.

At this moment, the Confucian Dao cultivators on the bow of the ship had light in their eyes. It was obvious that they had gained a lot.

Han Muye\'s poem resolved the huge conflict in the Heavenly Mystic Confucian Dao.

"Xu Green Vine greets all of you."

Xu Wei, who was on a small boat in front, boarded the immortal ship and bowed to the grand cultivators of Confucianism on the deck.

Looking at Xu Green Vine in front of them, many people sighed softly.

This peerless genius who had never appeared in history did not expect to be reduced to a state where he could not extricate himself.

Xu Green Vine would have become the youngest Half-Sage a long time ago if he hadn\'t been in a trance.

"Hehe, Green Vine, are you trying to intimidate us old fellows?" Yan Zhenqing walked forward and gently held Xu Wei\'s arm as he spoke with a smile.

His palm reached out through the barrier around Xu Wei without any obstruction and he grabbed Xu Wei\'s arm.

The illusory, bewildering power on Xu Wei\'s body seemed to be suppressed.

Xu Wei chuckled and nodded.

On the deck, great scholars walked over.

After these cultivators, who had not seen each other for countless years, greeted each other, Xu Wei looked up at Han Muye, who was standing by the side of the ship.

Mu Wan had been crying in Han Muye\'s arms earlier. At this moment, she was so embarrassed that she shrank back and did not dare to look up.

"Drinking buddy, how do you think I should cultivate now?" Xu Wei asked Han Muye.

They were drinking buddies who met by the Immortal Moon Lake.

Hearing his words, everyone on the immortal ship turned to look at Han Muye.

Han Muye\'s expression was indifferent as he said softly, "I wonder how Mr. Green Vine is planning to cultivate?"

Xu Wei laughed and revealed a trace of loneliness on his face. Then he turned to look at the river.