Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

"Qu Zhongshao of Hejing County.

"12 verses."

Some people went to look at the poem, some went to find where Qu Zhongshao was, and some waited curiously for Han Muye to comment on the poem.

Han Muye\'s gaze landed on the poem. After pondering for a moment, he turned around and said, "Grandmaster Liu Zongyuan, you\'re best at writing poems. Can you take a look?"

Hearing his words, a tall and thin old man in his fifties with a long beard walked forward and picked up the poem.

"It\'s Grandmaster Liu Zongyuan from the literary world!"

"Oh my god, if I can get a comment from Master Liu on my poem, I\'ll be willing to jump into the Yongding River!"

…

Amidst countless envious cries, an excited young man in a white robe stood up on a pleasure boat.

He bowed to the light screen and waited quietly.

He was Qu Zhongshao.

As a Confucianist who studied poetry, being able to receive a comment from the Poetry Sect was enough to comfort him for three lifetimes.

"Yes, it\'s alright," Liu Zongyuan said softly.

This sentence made Qu Zhongshao cry.

After studying hard for 30 years, it was enough to get an \'alright\' from the Grandmaster!

Liu Zongyuan did not comment further. He folded the paper and kept it in his sleeve.

Is he willing to accept him as a disciple?

Gasps could be heard from the pleasure boats and the riverbank.

Opportunity!

Not only is Mr. Green Vine willing to take in disciples, but even other scholars are willing to take in disciples?

On the immortal ship, Liu Zongyuan\'s action piqued the curiosity of many other Confucians.

Is he really taking in a disciple?

Liu Zongyuan took a few steps forward and sat not far from Han Muye. He said softly, "Grandmaster Mu Ye, take a look and see what other poems you\'ve accepted. Show them to me."

Han Muye smiled and flipped through the stack of books, finding a few pages.

Grandmaster Liu Zongyuan wants to evaluate poems!

The last time Grandmaster Liu commented on a poem was 20 years ago, when he was competing with Grandmaster Feng Zhao at Fengyu Restaurant\'s literary conference, right?

"It\'s my poem!" Someone on a pleasure boat exclaimed.

The surrounding people were all envious.

However, most people could no longer be bothered to envy others.

On the deck of the immortal ship, great scholars sat cross-legged. The young men and women on the immortal ship placed small tables in front of them and then drove the small boat towards the pleasure boats.

Today, the 100 martial grandmasters and Half-Sages on the immortal ship were going to comment on poems and essays in public!

There had never been such a grand event in the Heavenly Mystic!

Even in the Imperial City Academy, such a grand event usually did not happen!

If they could seize this opportunity today and obtain the recognition of the Grandmasters, they would be able to soar in this life.

Even if their works were not appreciated, they would be able to enjoy the benefits for the rest of their lives if a Grandmaster commented on them.

Some students who had prepared books hurriedly took out their books and waited anxiously.

Those who did not have a book prepared hurriedly bent over the tables and wrote down the essays they remembered from the past.

There were also students who were thinking hard at the last minute. The woman in colorful clothes beside them did not dare to disturb them and prepared pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

"This, this is truly a literary conference…"

On the riverbank, a white-haired old man spoke shakily.

These words made the people around him nod.

In the past, when masters gathered, they would toast each other and praise each other. Then, they would recite a few poems that they had written long ago to make a name for themselves.

Today, the Great Confucians did not want to become famous, but they would use their true talents to teach countless people.

After today, countless people would pursue Confucianism without regrets.

"Sigh, as the assistant head of the Imperial City Academy, I\'m ashamed after seeing this…" Yan Zhen looked at the deck of the Great Confucian Scholar and sighed.

One book after another was opened and annotated. Wouldn\'t such a literary meeting be a hundred times better than a casual conversation?

​ He took a step forward and also sat cross-legged.

From the light screen, the great Confucian scholars could be seen writing their comments on the books. Sometimes, the situation on the pleasure boats would appear on the screen.

The nervous faces and excited and uneasy expressions were all reflected.

No one mocked them. Instead, they were envious.

Some of them wrote furiously and knocked over the ink without realizing it.

Some of them were sweating profusely and could not be bothered to wipe it off. The colorful-robed woman beside them stepped forward to wipe their sweat off with aching hearts.

Their expressions were calm, but their knuckles were white from clenching their fists.

How could the various forms of the world not be cultivation?

At this moment, boundless Great Spirit qi appeared out of thin air and filled the river.

The Great Spirit qi was so dense that it could compete with the Great Spirit in the Imperial City.

Xu Wei, who was sitting cross-legged on the deck, smiled. The bewildering power around him combined with the Great Spirit and slowly turned into an illusory academy.

Green Vine Academy.

The ink-black grapevines and mottled walls were filled with wild words.

"Green Vine, this manuscript by Zhao Puzhi from Huyang County has some merits. Take a look," Great Scholar Huang Zongzhi said loudly.

At this moment, the scene on the light screen was not of the immortal ship, but of a young man on a pleasure boat with a shocked and surprised expression.

This was a lucky person!

The cultivators controlling the light screen seemed to have received instructions. The light screen focused more on the students than the great Confucian scholars.

Once there was a recommendation, the student\'s face would appear on the light screen.

The scholars in the Imperial City were only so-so!

Time passed. At first, they did not notice it, but later on, more people prayed silently that time would pass slower and their books and essays would be discovered.

"He\'s always like this, special…" Yunjin whispered on the third floor of the immortal ship.

"Hehe, this guy turned a perfectly good literary event into such a mess. No one even cares that the epiphyllum is about to bloom. He doesn\'t even look at the most beautiful person on the immortal ship, and you\'re praising him for being special?" Bai Wuhen\'s voice came from behind Yunjin.