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On the fairy boat, several great scholars turned their heads and commented softly.

The scene in the light curtain has shifted to the boat, where a young man wearing a blue robe with a patch on the skirt is sitting solemnly.

Beside him, a set of neatly folded Confucian shirts and a cloth bag were placed together.

"Yong is a poor student who can't bear to have his clothes stained with ink, but he still feels comfortable wearing old green robes."

"The invitation to the above-mentioned boat was a gift from Mr. Murong Tui. I dare not use any of the utensils for personal use."

Liu Yong in the picture whispered softly, not knowing that his words had been heard by everyone up and down the river.

At this moment, the eyes of the woman in colorful clothes not far in front of him were filled with affection.

For these miserable women trapped in the world of mortals, they are not greedy for wealth and glory. On the contrary, they are most happy with Confucian scholars who are poor but have strong aspirations.

Only when there is a poem on the Yongding River is a real man!

"This boy is a man of great talent."

There was a sound on the fairy boat.

Mr. Ioto!

Liu Yong, who was still calm in the picture, tilted his figure, knocked over the ink on the small case, and stained the stacked moon-white clothes.

In the picture, Liu Yong is excited and distressed, and when reflected on the light screen, he looks awkward.

Make people envious.

On the deck of the fairy boat, many great scholars raised their heads, with a look of nostalgia on their faces.

"I was the same way back then..."

Youthful.

But it is beautiful.

The scene changes, and on the boat under the setting sun, a girl wearing men's clothing in blue is running quickly, with sweat on her forehead.

While breathing slightly, his fair face showed a hint of anxiety and shyness.

"Wu, Mr. Wu, write me your poems quickly and I will take them to the fairy boat."

The girl ran to Wu Tianzhen who was sitting in front of the small case and spoke in a crisp voice.

In the picture, Wu Tianzhen looked up and smiled, and then wiped the girl's sweat with his sleeves.

"Mr. Wu, the jade epiphyllum is about to bloom, please write the poem quickly!"

The girl bit her lip, her anxious look reflected on the light screen, she was pretty and cute.

Wu Tianzhen shook his head with a smile and said softly: "You are my poem..."

Just this sentence, the shyness and joy on the girl's face intertwined, like a flower blooming.

When the scene faded away, a jade-white epiphyllum slowly bloomed.

Dreams arise and dreams fall.

The jade epiphyllum blooms, as if all the beauty in the world have gathered together.

The flowers only bloomed for a short time, and the petals slowly withered under everyone's regretful eyes.

Before and after, no more than a hundred breaths.

The fleeting beauty made the whole river go silent.

Princess Yunjin turned her head, looked at the river in front of her, and whispered in a low voice: "There are flowers that can be broken, but they must be broken. Don't wait until there are no flowers to break branches..."

Yun Duan frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and said loudly: "There are talented people in every generation, and each of them has been leading the way for hundreds of years!"

Based on these two sentences, no one can speak on the fairy boat, in the painted boat, or on the bank of the river.

Han Muye chuckled, took away the ink pen, and wrote two lines of poetry on the page in front of him.

The poems and prose were reflected on the curtain of light with the fading night-blooming night flowers, lingering for a long time.

“What you see on paper is ultimately shallow, but you know you have to do it in earnest.”

For a time, countless Confucian scholars recited this sentence silently, their hearts surging.

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

The purple aura of hope and the golden aura of awe-inspiring light illuminate the river and take away the brilliance of the setting sun.

Poems passed down from generation to generation!

The poem of an emperor!

Encourage learning and guide poetry!

Whether on the fairy boat, on the boat, or on the river bank, everyone is bowing their heads, writing quickly, and writing down the poems and prose just now.

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

How authentic is this!

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

"The opening chapter has a good idea and the writing is brilliant."

"I suggest that the sentence of reaching the top of the mountain can be turned into a poem. You can use it as the top of the mountain to see all the mountains and small mountains and express your emotions."

What you gain on paper will always be shallow, but only by moving forward can you achieve success.

Those poems and essays handed down from ancient times are nothing, the awe-inspiring aura that fills the sky is nothing, and the sighs of countless people are nothing. Writing comments and teachings, this is the great Confucian!

At this moment, countless people have come to understand the word Confucianism.

Confucianism is what people need.

It is not the Confucianism that moves the imperial city and its literary name has been passed down for three thousand years. It is the great road that educates all directions and makes literature prosperous for thousands of years!

On the deck, Xu Wei spoke softly as he looked at Han Muye, who was bowing his head and commenting in the light curtain.

"Drinking buddy, I'm not as good as you..."

Who can write poems about mountains and rivers without being surprised by favors and humiliations?

If they hadn't seen it in person, who would have believed that someone would casually annotate poems such as "I will be at the top of the mountain and see all the small mountains" in an outsider's article?

The names of literary works are just floating clouds to me, but there are articles when I can see through the world.

This is the great scholar!

This jade epiphyllum literary party did not end until midnight.

After reading the books and articles on the boat, the young man in the boat went to look for those who had written poems and articles on the shore and sent them to the fairy boat.

The Confucian students on the shore did not expect that they would have such an opportunity, and they all cried with joy.

In the light curtain, the white-haired old man was crying while holding his own thin piece of paper, and bowed repeatedly to the young man who took the page. It was sad to see.

But this is the epitome of countless Confucian and Taoist practitioners in the Tianxuan world.

After the moon was bright and the stars were thin, the great scholars on the immortal boat stood up and left in twos and threes, or their bodies moved and turned into the breeze.

The gathering that was originally arranged was gone, leaving only those thick volumes of annotated articles on small cases.

With so many commentaries by great scholars, ten libraries could be built.

Han Muye turned to look at Chen Ru by the porthole and smiled at each other.

At this time, Mu Wan was no longer with him.

Bai Wuhen and Yun Jin sisters invited Mu Wan to play on the fairy boat.

According to what Bai Wuhen said, beauty is fleeting and fleeting, so why do you grind ink and paper for these stinky men?

On the way back, while sitting in the carriage, Han Muye asked Mu Wan and Bai Wuhen what they had said, but unfortunately Mu Wan ignored them.

"Brother, why do you want to ask so clearly about your daughter's family?" In one sentence, all Han Muye's words were blocked.

What happened at the Jade Epiphyllum Gala spread throughout the imperial city overnight.

Countless people and Confucian scholars went to see the illusory Ivy Academy on the river.

Yesterday, a total of nearly three hundred Confucian scholars were named by Xu Wei and accepted as his disciples.

There were also nearly a thousand Confucian scholars whose articles and poems caught the eye of the great Confucian scholar and received opportunities for further guidance.

For these Confucian scholars, this was a life-changing opportunity.

In addition, those who participated in the cultural conference or observed the cultural conference also gained something.

Even those Confucian and Taoist monks on the river bank who just wanted to join in the fun also benefited greatly.

At least their manuscripts of poems were purchased at high prices.

After the literary meeting, the Han Family Trading Company collected all the original manuscripts as agreed before.

The original handwritings and commentaries of the great Confucian scholars could fill ten large carts.
To be continued...