Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Yunduan frowned slightly. After pondering for a moment, she said in a clear voice, “There are talents in every generation. Each of them has been outstanding for hundreds of years!”

With these two sentences, no one on the immortal ship, the pleasure boat, or the river bank could speak.

Han Muye chuckled and only took the ink brush. He wrote two lines of poetry on the paper in front of him.

The poem was reflected on the light screen of the withered epiphyllum flower and remained there for a long time.

‘It’s easy to come up with something on paper. You must know that you have to do it.’

For a moment, countless Confucianists silently recited these lines, their hearts surging.

Lightning surged in the void, and endless streams of light flew.

The purple Qi of the People’s Will and the golden Great Spirit illuminated the river and stole the light of the setting sun.

A poem that had been passed down for generations!

The Emperor’s Poem!

A poem that encouraged learning and led the way to the righteous path!

Whether it was on the immortal ship, on the pleasure boats, or on the riverbank, everyone lowered their heads and wrote down the poem.

Chen Ru, who was standing not far away, had a smile on his face.

How many authentic works were there!

Han Muye, who had written the poem, took the page away and opened another book.

‘The intention of the opening is not bad. Your literary talent is outstanding.’

‘I suggest that you write a poem. You can look at the mountains and express your emotions.’

Only by making an effort and practicing would he be able to advance.

Those poems that had been passed down through the generations were nothing. The Great Spirit that filled the sky was nothing. The emotions of countless people were nothing. Only by evaluating and teaching could one be considered a Great Confucian!

At this moment, countless people understood the word ‘Confucianism’.

Confucianism was what people needed.

It wasn’t that poem that shook the Imperial City. It was Confucianism that had been passed down for 3,000 years. It was the Great Dao that enlightened thousands of ways and made the literary path prosper for thousands of years!

On the deck, looking at Han Muye, who was commenting with his head lowered in the light screen, Xu Wei spoke softly.