Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Huang Tingshu looked at his granddaughter and did not say anything. He lowered his head and looked at the painting again.

At this moment, Han Muye had slowly cleaned up the table and put away his brush.

He held the brush in both hands and handed it to Huang Tingshu.

“Uncle-Master, please make corrections.”

Hearing his words, Huang Tingshu laughed and took the ink brush. “You’re already proficient and profound in this painting. The painting technique of drawing with ink lines is not inferior to Xu Qingteng’s. What else do you need me to correct?

“Young man, you ought to be proud.”

As he spoke, he leaned over and wrote down the poem Han Muye had composed.

“My family’s Inkstone pool, the trees with flowers blooming with faint ink marks.” Baili Tongyun recited a poem with a happy expression on her face.

“Grandpa, I didn’t expect you to have another masterpiece—”

Before she could finish, she saw Huang Tingshu raise his head and look at Han Muye. “What about the next two sentences? Continue.”

Continue?

Baili Tongyun’s eyes widened.

This poem was actually written by Grandmaster Mu Ye!

Han Muye pondered for a moment and said softly, “Don’t let anyone praise the colors.”

Huang Tingshu’s entire body trembled. He lowered his head and wrote this sentence.

After he finished writing, Han Muye said, “Leave its fragrance in the world.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the Golden Great Spirit surged in the room. Purple light surged on Huang Tingshu’s body, as if it was about to rush out of the house and into the sky!

“Good, what a good line!

“There are fewer than 20 Confucianists in the world who can have such a temperament.”

After Huang Tingshu finished speaking, he slowly wrote down the last sentence and signed it.

“Muye did a plum blossoms ink painting himself. He composed a poem orally while Huang Tingshu recorded it in the Big Yellow Court.”

After stamping the seal, Huang Tingshu quietly admired the plum blossoms ink painting in front of him. Then he laughed and said, “It’s not a loss for this old man to exchange the paintings in the study for this plum blossoms ink painting.”

Hearing his words, Baili Tongyun looked around. It was indeed much more empty.

“Husband, the food has been prepared. Come quickly.” Baili Xinglin’s voice came from outside the study.

Huang Tingshu smiled and carefully hung the painting on the wall in front of him. Then he carefully examined it and kept nodding.

After a while, he turned to look at Baili Tongyun.

“Tongyun, why are you back? You’re not going to the academy today?”

As he spoke, he led Han Muye out of the study.

Baili Tongyun took out an invitation card from the back and chased after him. “Grandfather, look! I don’t know who is so despicable as to make copies of the Jade Epiphyllum Literary Conference’s invitation card and sell them everywhere.

“An invitation cost 3,000 spiritual rocks. Now everyone in the city is fighting for them. This invitation has already been raised to 50,000 spiritual rocks.

“Grandpa, do you think we should interfere in such matters?”