Han Muye annotated very quickly. After finishing one volume, Mu Wan put it away and opened another volume.

Suddenly, the second student's name was revealed.

"HJ County Quzhongshao."

"Twelve Quatrains."

Some people went to see the poem, some went to find out where Shao was in the song, and some were curiously waiting for Han Muye to annotate the poem.

Han Muye's eyes fell on the poem, he pondered for a moment, then turned his head and said: "Grandmaster Liu Zongyuan, this poem about describing scenes is your best, maybe take a look?"

After hearing his words, a tall, thin man in his fifties with a long beard stepped forward and picked up the page.

"He is the great master of literary poetry, Liu Zongyuan!"

"Oh my god, if Master Liu can comment on my poems, I would be willing to jump into the Yongding River right now!"

…

Amidst countless envious exclamations, a young man in a white robe with an excited face stood up in the boat.

He bowed to the light curtain, saluted, and then waited quietly.

He is Qu Zhongshao.

As a Confucian scholar who studies poetry, it is a comfort to be able to receive a comment from a poet.

"Well, it's okay." Liu Zongyuan said softly.

Just this sentence made Qu Zhongshao burst into tears.

After studying hard for thirty years, it is enough to get a "not bad" from the great master!

Liu Zongyuan did not comment any more, just folded the page and put it in his sleeve.

If you take it into your pocket, are you willing to accept it as a disciple?

On the boat, on the river bank, there was a sound of breathing.

Opportunity!

Not only does Mr. Qingteng give lectures and accept disciples, but other great Confucians are also willing to accept disciples?

On the fairy boat, Liu Zongyuan's move made many other great scholars curious.

Really accepting disciples?

"Grandmaster Muye, take a look at what other poems you have collected, show them to me." Liu Zongyuan walked a few steps forward, sat not far from Han Muye, and spoke softly.

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

Grand Master Liu Zongyuan wants to comment on poetry!

The last time Grandmaster Liu commented on poetry was twenty years ago, when he had a poetry debate with Grandmaster Feng Zhao at the Fengyulou literary conference, right?

"It's my poetry!" someone on a painting boat exclaimed.

There were sounds of envy all around.

But more people no longer care about envying others.

On the deck of the fairy boat, one by one the great scholars came forward to sit cross-legged. The young men and women on the fairy boat put the small cases on the boat, and then drove the boat to the boat.

Today, on the Immortal Boat, a hundred great masters and semi-saints are going to comment on poems and articles in public!

Such a grand event has never happened in Tianxuan!

Even in the Imperial City Academy, there would not be such grand events on weekdays!

If you seize this opportunity today, you will be recognized by the great master, and you will be prosperous in this life.

Even if you can't be favored, if you can have a comment from a great master, you can still benefit from it for the rest of your life.

The students who had prepared their books quickly took out their books and waited anxiously.

Those who did not have a book prepared quickly hurriedly wrote down the articles they had memorized before.

There were also students who were meditating hard temporarily. The women in colorful clothes beside them did not dare to disturb them, but kept their pens, ink, paper and inkstones ready.

"This, this is the cultural meeting..."

On the bank of the river, a white-haired old man spoke tremblingly.

This sentence made everyone around him nod.

In the past, there were gatherings of masters, where they exchanged cups, complimented each other, and then recited a few poems they had written earlier to take the opportunity to become famous.

Today, great Confucian scholars do not seek fame, but they can teach countless people with their true talents.

After today, I don’t know how many people will pursue Confucianism and Taoism without regrets in this life.

"Hey, I am the deputy master of the Imperial City Academy. I feel so ashamed when I see this scene..." Yan Zhenqing looked at the deck where the great scholars were sitting cross-legged, with a look of emotion on his face.

Opening and annotating books one after another, isn’t this kind of literary meeting a hundred times better than a literary meeting in which each other chats and chats?

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

In the light curtain, one by one the great scholars began to comment on the books, and sometimes there would be scenes on the painting boat.

Those nervously waiting faces and excited and restless expressions were all reflected.

No one laughed at me, but envied me.

There are those who write so hard that they spill the ink without even realizing it.

There was the one who was sweating profusely and didn’t bother to wipe it, but the woman in colorful clothes next to him felt sorry for him and stepped forward to wipe it.

There is also a calm expression on his face, but his fists are actually white-knuckled.

With all the conditions in the world, why not practice?

At this moment, endless awe-inspiring energy rose out of thin air and filled the river.

This awe-inspiring aura is so rich that it can actually compete with the awe-inspiring aura in the imperial city.

Xu Wei was sitting cross-legged on the deck with a smile on his face. The power of confusion around him combined with the awe-inspiring aura, slowly turning into an illusory academy.

Ivy Academy.

Eyes full of ink-colored vines and mottled walls are filled with crazy words.

"Qingteng, this theory by Zhao Puzhi of Huyang County is quite promising, take a look." The great scholar Huang Zongzhi said loudly.

At this time, the scene on the light screen was not on the fairy boat, but on a painting boat, with a young man with a look of astonishment and surprise on his face.

This is the lucky guy!

The practitioners who control the operation of the light curtain seem to have received instructions, and the light curtain gives more images to the students and Confucian scholars than to the great Confucians.

Once there is a recommended book or article, the student's face will appear in the light curtain.

Being a Jinshi in the imperial city is nothing more than that!

Time flowed by without realizing it at first, but later on, more and more people silently prayed that time would slow down so that their books and articles could be discovered.

"He is always so special..." Yun Jin whispered softly on the third floor of the boat.

"Haha, this guy turned a good cultural gathering into such a mess. No one even cares about the blooming of the epiphyllum. He doesn't even take a second look at the most beautiful person on the fairy boat. You still praise him for being special?" Behind Yun Jin, Bai Bai

A traceless voice came.

Yun Duan pouted and nodded.

Bai Wuhen walked forward with a smile, grabbed Yun Jin, and dragged him out of the room.

"How could such a beauty be hidden here? Are all those guys blind?" Bai Wuhen's voice shocked Yun Jin, who made Yun Duan chuckle.

When the picture on the light screen returned to the deck of the fairy boat, the three stunning women who looked like fairies in the sky made countless people's hearts skip a beat.

"What a beauty……"

"Are these the immortal boat sisters?"

"Such a beauty, fairy boat, fairy boat, really..."

"She is as graceful as a dragon, and stunningly beautiful."

…

Bai Wuhen and Yun Jinyun satin appeared on the fairy boat, or read articles annotated by great scholars, recited in a low voice, the sound was like jade beads falling on a plate, or gave paper and pen with a chuckle, adding fragrance to their red sleeves.

Only by becoming a great Confucian can you have such qualifications, right?

Looking at the beautiful face on that picture, countless people set goals for themselves.

Become a great scholar and go to the immortal boat.

"Hey, this Yongzhou student Liu Yong's poems are pretty good." Yan Zhenqing, who had always said little, suddenly spoke.

The light curtain fell instantly, reflecting the poem in his hand.

"The chilling cicadas are mournful, to whom are they complaining sincerely to Changting's evening songs and the few green willow trees?"

"The flying birds are happy, gathering and dispersing with the clouds and waves, thousands of miles of mist, lend me a third of wine to get drunk."
To be continued...