"Senior brother, Princess Yunjin is really beautiful..." Mu Wan's voice sounded beside Han Muye.
Can you take this talk?
Han Muye chuckled and shook his head, stepping onto the immortal boat.
Inside the porthole, Yunjin County Master lowered his gaze.
"Sister, why do you have to marry Donghai?"
On the third floor of Yunjin Immortal Boat, Yun Duan standing behind Yunjin said in a hurry: "I wrote the emperor's poem, and the position of the crown prince has been stabilized."
"Sister, why don't you just stay in the imperial city?"
Seeing that Yun Jin was unmoved by the porthole, Yun Duan lowered her voice: "Sister, is it because he already has a Taoist companion by his side? You are the county master, you go to snatch—"
Before she finished speaking, Yun Jin turned around.
"How did your imperial poem come to be?"
Yun Duan was stunned.
She murmured a few words, but did not answer.
"Why are you wearing this women's dress today?" Yun Jin's gaze fell on Yun Duan's slender waist and full chest.
The younger sister who is wearing women's clothes, she is pure and agile, and her beautiful face is no worse than herself.
The key is that women are the ones who please themselves.
My sister, who is wearing this women's clothing?
A blush flashed on Yun Satin's face, and he stamped his feet and said, "Sister, what do you mean, it's the rules on your immortal boat that all women wear clothes like this."
"You, I'm going to change it back."
She said that, but didn't really turn around.
Princess Yunjin looked at her and sighed softly.
"Silly girl, our family has been pushed to this point, and we can't turn back."
"Marriage with Donghai is the royal family's plan, do you think we can really make our own decisions?"
"Even if you take that seat, I'm afraid you won't be able to change it."
Yun Jin's voice was lonely.
Compared to coming to the Imperial City, she prefers to be as comfortable as when she was in Jinchuan.
Now their family is going to become the pinnacle of mortal existence.
But, is that really what they want?
Yun Jin lowered her head and looked at Han Muye who had already boarded the immortal boat.
That night, she turned the book and he annotated.
Just like many ordinary students' homes in the imperial city.
"Look at the red and wet place, Hua Zhongjin's official city."
Yun Jin whispered something only he could hear: "The red and wet place was supposed to be about the shyness of my daughter's family, but I didn't want to, but it was blood and tears that couldn't be broken..."
Above the immortal boat, the melodious sound of the piano and the singing are more tactful.
"Can I do another dance for you, just for the review when you were parting, look at the fluttering clothes, the clothes are fluttering, and they will become nothingness for a long time..."
Han Muye boarded the immortal boat, and Qin Suyang, who was smiling in front of him, stood there.
Qin Wuyuan bowed and saluted.
Qin Siyu, Baili Tongyun and other juniors were not far away, and looked here curiously.
Huang Tingshu and Baili Xinglin chuckled and nodded.
It's really light, Zhang Xu...
Han Muye and Mu Wan stepped forward, and Lu Yuzhou, who had already gathered up neatly, walked over with a big smile and led them to meet those great scholars.
As for Qiu Chuqi and the others, they are not qualified to go to that circle.
Murong Tui rolled his eyes, tugged at Qiu Chuqi, whispered a few words in the ears of Zhao Daosheng and Zuo Yulong, and then quietly went to the younger generation of those great scholars.
If you can't integrate into the circle of great scholars, can't you get to know these juniors?
Han Muye didn't know many people on the boat, and not many people knew him.
But most of the great scholars on this deck, Han Muye, have been well-known for a long time.
In the same way, these great Confucians were also curious about Han Muye who conferred God on a single word.
The character of Lu Yuzhou may be debatable, but his friends are indeed extensive.
There were also Qin Suyang and Huang Ting standing aside. Yan Zhenqing and the others also helped to introduce. For a while, the deck was hot.
After going around in circles, Han Muye only felt sweating all over his body.
Mr. Xiangshan Lu Jiuyuan once wrote the Confucianism and Taoism that caused a sensation in the world by asking, asking about learning, asking about reason, and seeking knowledge from the extreme.
Master Zhou Dun of the Water and Land Academy, who has been enlightened for 30 years, passed on to Zhongzhou under the name of "getting out of the mud without being stained".
Lu Dacheng from Donglai Library, Heaven is natural, and I am natural.
Each of them is the equivalent of a book, and each of them is profound in Confucianism and Taoism.
Compared with these people, Han Muye felt ashamed.
Perhaps, these great Confucianism and Taoism may not necessarily be as high as they are, but these people have been practicing hard all their lives and become their own way, and they are the most persistent seekers.
Everyone like this deserves admiration.
Of course, Han Muye's accumulation was not bad.
At least the golden sentences that emerge between the words can make people feel emotional.
"If I look at flowers, the flowers and me are both still."
"Everything in the world is but a request."
"I'm here, I think."
Many of those Confucian and Taoist experts who have cultivated to the top of the great masters have already seen their confusion. They were all shocked by Han Muye's words with heart and words.
From the inference of Dahuang Court, Han Muye has a little more understanding of Confucianism and Taoism.
The so-called stone of the mountain can attack jade, and he can see through Confucianism and Taoism even more through Shinto.
Cultivation of virtue outside, cultivation of state of mind inside.
The bigger the heart, the wider the world.
Confucianism and Taoism practice, the most fear is that there is no support in the heart.
On the bow deck of the Immortal Boat, great Confucianists from all over the world gathered together, which was truly a rare event of Confucianism and Taoism.
Lu Yuzhou turned his head to look, a trace of regret flashed on his face.
"The last time at the Jade Epiphyllum Literary Conference, Qingteng was the one who overpowered the Confucian scholars."
Hearing his words, Yan Zhenqing and the others also looked around, then shook their heads.
Xu Wei, who was in a daze, did not arrive today.
Perhaps, he may not be able to come again in this life...
"Half life, already, accomplished, Weng—"
On the big river, someone chanted poetry and sang and came by boat.
The blue wooden boat swayed and swayed, heading towards the immortal boat.
That sentence reverberated, and it seemed that the whole world was sad and lonely.
An invisible sense of desolation filled the river instantly.
"Half a lifetime of despair, hey, whoever is not destitute is empty..."
Above the immortal boat, someone whispered and sighed softly.
How is the master, how is the great master? So what about the half-sage, the avenue is endless, and the head turns empty.
In the room on the third floor of Xianzhou, the golden light of the jade crown on Yun Duan's head flickered, causing her complexion to change constantly.
Yun Jin has fallen to the ground, tears streaming down his face.
Yun Duan stepped forward and hugged her sister gently.
Confucianism and Taoism practitioners are wasted and destitute, and the daughter's family, why is it not empty of sincerity and heartbroken?
That sentence of half life has become a man, which has attracted countless resonances.
All the great scholars on the immortal boat were like this, and the people on the painting boats around them were even more trembling.
Confucianism and Taoism practitioners either bowed their heads silently, or sighed sadly, and many of those women in colorful clothes were sobbing in a low voice and weeping with emotion.
They are all really poor people.
There were a few Confucian scholars who were slumped before, but they also closed their eyes and their bodies trembled.
On the bank of the river, the scholars stood up. Those with gray hair all had tears in their eyes, and the wine glasses in their hands were trembling, which could not be brought to their mouths.
On the immortal boat, Yan Zhen frowned lightly and said, "Is Qingteng confused again?"
Mr. Qingteng Xu said.
When he fell into a daze, he was out of sight for more than a hundred years.
Because this kind of confusion will be triggered unconsciously, and then it will resonate with outsiders.
Just like now, a poem by Xu Wei can make countless Confucian scholars feel the same, and feel sad in their hearts.
On the immortal boat, only Yan Zhenqing and their semi-sages who have become the realm of heaven and earth are not affected by the confusion.
The power of the Dao domain is above the obstacles, and you have your own world in your heart as the Dao sign, and you will not get lost.
On the river, the boat floated lightly, and Xu Wei's voice chanted again.
"Half life has become a man, and the independent bow is whistling in the breeze."
The breeze blows, making people forget where they are.
"Where to sell the pearl at the bottom of the pen, I'll throw it in the smoke."
Xu Wei's poems and essays describe the desolate situation of the literati.
Whether you call it lofty or high-spirited, in the end, only you really know whether it is warm or cold.
This desolate song, superimposed with the gentle white fox rhyme before, made people feel that there was no love in life.
In this life, everything is empty.
Countless dazed Confucian and Taoist practitioners stood up and stared at the water in front of them, as if they just jumped, only to be liberated.
This is the method of Confucianism and Taoism.
In a word, it can make people lose their minds, and they don't know life and death.
This method made Bai Wuhen's fingertips, who had been playing the piano, tremble slightly.
Such a major repair, the power of the mind is comparable to the nine tails.
The last one that surprised her was Han Muye.
Outside the fairy boat, everyone is lost.
On the immortal boat, there are still many people with clear expressions.
Frowning, Lu Yuzhou turned his head and looked at Han Muye, stunned for a moment.
At this time, Han Muye himself was no different. Instead, he embraced Mu Wan with tears in his eyes and comforted him softly.
"Brother, you can't let Xu Qingteng's poem ruin the Jade Epiphyllum Society." Lu Yuzhou laughed and turned to look at the others.
Qin Suyang and the others all had smiles on their faces.
They are all semi-holy, with calm expressions, and there is no worry of losing their minds.
But it was naturally inconvenient for them to take action at this time.
Xu Wei was not yet a semi-sage.
From their point of view, Han Muye was a junior, and he was not affected by the power of confusion.
Naturally, it was only Han Muye who made the move.
Han Muye nodded and looked up at the canoe that was only a few hundred meters away.
Standing on the boat, Xu Wei wore a black robe and smiled.
The space around him was distorted, as if people were in another world.
The power of the soul is too strong, and it is impossible to become the realm of the Dao.
At the beginning, Han Muye's pill could save Xu Wei's life, but it couldn't make him wake up completely.
So for so long, Xu Wei has been rafting on the river, rarely interacting with people.
Looking at Xu Wei, Han Muye also had a smile on his face.
He didn't blame Xu Wei for a poem, suppressing the audience and making the conference impossible.
The more such a thing happens, the better the story.
There are semi-sages in the Wenhui, and there will be no major mistakes.
But at this time, he should also recite a poem.
It doesn't matter if the limelight is occupied by Xu Wei, but if this barrier is not broken, it will hurt the hearts of many people.
That's not good.
Lightly raising his hand, Han Muye's voice sounded.
"Too hard, get up, one, after..."
This life is hard, and the white head is exhausted.
Han Muye said a word, and all the semi-sacred powerhouses who were still awake on the immortal boat changed their expressions.
Among those who had fallen into confusion, those who were not Confucian and Taoist practitioners were fine.
Those Confucian and Taoist monks who have studied hard for countless years and are still struggling are already unable to contain their grief and anger.
"I've been studying poetry for 60 years, but it's just like that, hey..."
"It's hard work, once it's hard to read, life is..."
The more Confucian, the more he feels in his heart.
Lu Yuzhou, Yan Zhenqing and the others looked at Han Muye strangely.
Isn't this guy trying to break Xu Qingteng's confusion? Why is this poem not only not breaking the game, but it is compatible with it, making people even more wanting to get out of it?
Han Muye's expression remained unchanged, looking at the green river in front of him, he spoke again.
"The hardships have come together, and the war is sparsely surrounded by stars. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is fluttering—"
In the imperial city of Zhongzhou, there has not been a fight for ten thousand years, but in the imperial city, who hasn't had white flags floating around?
Beyond Tianxuan, the blood-stained golden armor and the place where the Red Flame Army buried their bones were the Broken Mountains and Rivers.
Han Muye's voice echoed, and there seemed to be a whimper between heaven and earth.
This is the cry of this world, for the countless heroes who never returned, for the countless broken mountains and rivers.
If it is said that Xu Qingteng's poems are about feeling sorry for himself, then Han Muye's poems are already as sad as heaven and earth.
The way of hurting oneself cannot be followed by great masters.
But the heaven and the earth are in grief, and the half-holy realm is shaking, as if nine days are crying!
At this moment, Lu Yuzhou was three feet away, his body trembled, and his eyes widened.
It was not long before his Dao Territory was established. Wasn't that party that integrated into the world of Tianxuan into Dongshan County because of the lack of war and the broken stars?
Yan Zhenqing's face was dignified, and he turned to look at Lu Yuzhou and Han Muye with some doubts.
"Aren't they like brothers? Looking at it now, it seems," Huang Ting turned his head to look at Lu Yuzhou, and said in a low voice, "Old Lu, this domain is unstable..."
One sentence to suppress ordinary Confucianism, two sentences to suppress half-sage Confucianism, Han Muye's poems, it seems that he and Xu Qingteng will kill everyone by the Yongding River today?
Qin Suyang's eyes flickered, staring at Han Muye.
He was very curious about the full text of Han Muye's poems.
In the end, do you want to show your own cultivation, deliberately join forces with Xu Qingteng, force everyone, lead the semi-sage to take action, and make a blockbuster, or do you want to turn the tide and keep dying?
Before the full text was published, no one knew about Han Mu's ambitions.
But above the bow, a few semi-sages already had faint spiritual light surging.
If Han Muye's poems really meant to attract chaos, they would take action.
Han Muye seemed to have sensed it, turned his head, chuckled lightly, and then spoke out loudly.
"After all the hardships have come together, the battle is sparsely surrounded by stars. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is fluttering, and the life experience is ups and downs."
The first three sentences are about Confucianism and Taoism, but the last sentence includes everyone in the immortal boat painted on the Yongding River.
The women in blue and colored clothes were all mourning.
On the third floor of Xianzhou, Yun Jin and Yun Duan embraced each other and cried.
In another room, the strings in Bai Wuhen's hands vibrated, and his fingers slowly left, leaving only a sigh.
Before everyone could feel like duckweed, Han Muye's voice resounded again.
"The beach of panic said panic, and Ling Ding crossed over to sigh Ling Ding."
Lonely, life is miserable.
Sad to the extreme, life without love.
On the boat, Xu Qingteng looked blank, turned his head to see that he was standing alone, the Confucianism belt on the immortal boat in front of him was the wind, and the boats were painted around.
The joys and sorrows of the world are not connected, and there is only one person in this life.
The most terrifying thing in life is this kind of despair, isn't it?
Xu Wei lowered his head, and the emptiness of his body was tumbling.
One step forward is life and death.
Above the immortal boat, Qin Suyang took a deep breath, and the sword intent flowed around him.
He took a step forward, divine light surging in his eyes.
Tongue sword Su Yang.
At this time, the only one who can break the world with a single word is Qin Suyang.
Han Muye's poetry and prose calmed down Confucianism, suppressed the world, and saddened the mortal world. Even Xu Qingteng couldn't make up his mind.
If Han Muye's last poem hadn't been reversed, Qin Suyang would have no choice but to smash the world and wake everyone up.
But in this way, those who have broken Taoist hearts have no further possibility in this life.
This is the power of the great monk.
One word is the way of the people.
There are so many overhauls of Confucianism and Taoism present today, even if one hundred of them are cut off, it is a disaster for Tianxuan Confucianism and Taoism.
Qin Suyang's tongue and sword broke the world, and today's article will definitely be dispersed, and will not be mentioned in the future.
Moreover, after today, the world only remembers Han Muye's one-word suppression of heaven and earth.
One poem per person.
Could it be that in today's situation, Han Muye has all kinds of calculations, just to make the world famous?
Qin Suyang's eyes narrowed.
Ahead, Han Muye's voice sounded.
"People, life, since, ancient, who, no, dead-"
Only death can be liberation!
He really wants to use the lives of countless people to fulfill his own way!
The sword light on Qin Suyang's body was in harmony with Haoran's, and the sword light of ten thousand feet slashed down in the air.
Today, the world is not broken, and hundreds of thousands of people are afraid of dying!
Break the world to save everyone, but cut off countless great monks.
After today's sword, Qin Suyang will no longer be able to stand in the imperial city.
But this sword, he must come out!
He Qin Suyang cultivated Confucianism and Taoism and became a semi-sage. The combination of Confucianism and Taoism, and achieved the name of tongue and sword.
Confucianism, swordsmanship, and alchemy are all the pinnacles of the world.
But in the end, he was still the Qin Suyang who acted decisively and suppressed the East China Sea with his tongue and sword!
The sword light cut off.
Han Muye raised his head with no sadness or joy on his face.
"Let him speak." A voice came from the void.
That sound came, and the whole world seemed to be frozen.
Qin Suyang's long sword also stopped in midair.
In the world, there is only one person who can achieve the semi-holy sword in one word.
Han Muye laughed loudly, looked up at the world in front of him, and shouted loudly.
"My generation cultivates, cultivates the body, cultivates the mind, and cultivates the Great Way of Heaven and Earth. What I seek in it is nothing but leisure, but longevity."
"There is heaven and earth in the heart, and longevity cannot be obtained."
"It is the heaven and the earth, but it is just the twinkling stars in the endless void, a little bright in the long river of time."
"The deceased is like this, life and death are just a moment, what do you want in this life?"
What do you want?
What do you want in this life?
On the Yongding River, on the bank of the big river, everyone raised their heads.
Han Muye stood at the bow of the boat, clenched his fist in one hand, and shouted loudly.
"No one has ever died in life since ancient times, UU reading www.uukanshu.com keeps the heart and mind of the history!"
Between heaven and earth, thunder and lightning.
Endless mountains and rivers, blue sky and blue sky.
Above the river, all the sadness dissipated.
Instead, it is impassioned, it is loud, time is not wasted, life is not repeated, it is fierce, and it is sacrificed for righteousness!
The world is wasted, but only one death.
But there are more things in this world than life and death!
The only death through hardships through the ages is to leave a name for the history.
Above the river, the shadow of the long sword dissipated.
The breeze is blowing, the waves are rippling, it is really a beautiful scenery.