Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1900: 784, half a move ahead of you

Chapter 1900: 784, half a move ahead of you
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Watching Han Muye’s figure depart, Lu Zixu’s face revealed a look of pleasant surprise from behind.
“Impressive, Brother Han even has such a profound understanding of the Confucian Dao. He’s caught Mr. Kong’s eye.”
He turned his head towards the Great Venerable Muyue and smiled, “Does the Great Venerable know the weight that the Confucian Dao carries within the divine realm?”
At this moment, Muyue was not in three forms but just one.
The remnant soul and the Puppet Fighters were hidden, leaving only one figure visible.
As to whether this figure was Muyue herself, the body of a Puppet Fighter, or the remnant soul, only she herself would know.
“I do know, the Confucian Dao establishes its path through words, and in the divine realm it is naturally easier to wield the power of the Primordial Heavenly Path.”
“In the divine realm, although Confucian and Buddhist Paths might not be considered extremely powerful among cultivators, they still possess considerable influence.”
In the divine realm, there is influence too.
There’s no Heavenly Dao in the divine realm, but powers derive from within to act in place of the Heavenly Dao.
This dazzling world, has a “false” Heavenly Dao.
This Heavenly Dao originates from the most top-tier powerhouses within the divine realm.
And those who could borrow the power of the Heavenly Dao are naturally the easiest to catch the eyes of these ancient almighties, and even communicate directly with them.
Confucian cultivation has such an effect.
That was also the reason for Lu Zixu’s joy.
Currently, in the divine realm, most of the powerful beings are reclusive. Figures from ancient times like Xu Ziyang rarely have interactions with ordinary people.
Even among the seven great clans like the Lu family, there are only two ancient ancestors from ancient times, and they both remain in seclusion without emerging.
If this time they could leverage Han Muye’s influence to connect with the Confucian Dao, indirectly interacting with those powerful beings, it would be a great opportunity for him, Lu Zixu.
To outsiders, Lu Zixu might seem like an elite of the seven great clans, but within his own family, he is just one amongst the direct lineage, still facing competitors.
Turning his head around, with a smile on his face, Lu Zixu looked towards the people inside the Thatch Pavilion.
“Ahem, everyone, Brother Han has gone to meet Mr. Kong, and I have brought some fine wine. How about we drink and wait?”
The few people inside the Thatch Pavilion looked at each other and nodded, smiling.
They were not yielding to Lu Zixu’s face, but to Han Muye’s.
Carried by that hint of a Confucian sense, Han Muye, after several flashes, stood in front of a courtyard with a black roof and white walls.
The stone steps of the courtyard were pure white, with green bamboo providing a backdrop, and surrounding mountains of overlapping stones, all conveying a sense of elegance.
The three characters for Chongwen Pavilion were deeply engraved, as if penetrating the paper, immediately drawing the gaze of the onlooker.
“Fine characters,” Han Muye whispered.
“From whence comes the quality?” a light question came from mid-air.
Was this, an examination?
Han Muye’s eyes shone with spiritual light as he spoke clearly.
“The two characters ‘Chongwen’ gather literary grace. The one who wrote must possess boundless talent and a profound foundation in Confucian cultivation.”
“The strokes of the characters reveal vigor along with smoothness, vigorous flourishes, showing the writer controls all directions with ease.”
“Moreover, this character ‘Pavilion’ between its squares and circles shows calmness, indicating that the writer has the magnanimity to welcome all of the world’s Confucian Dao into his doorstep.”
In Han Muye’s opinion, whether it was the Confucian cultivators he had just seen in the Thatch Pavilion or the writing now before him, although it demonstrated that the Confucian Dao in the divine realm had a long heritage, it was not more profound than the Heavenly Mystic Confucian Dao.
Whether it was Huang Tingshu, who transformed himself into the Divine Dao, Qin Suyang, who cultivated both Confucianism and swordsmanship, or Yan Zhenqing Zhang Xu who entered the Dao through calligraphy, each had merits in their Confucian cultivation methods.
Even given the opportunity, they might travel far on their respective paths.
“Young friend, indeed you seem to belong to our path,” the courtyard door opened, and an old man dressed in a green robe, with a tall crown and a long beard, emerged smiling, gesturing with his hand to summon Han Muye.
This was the great cultivator of Confucianism, Kong Zhongqiu, from the divine realm.
Han Muye straightened his clothes, stepped forward a few paces, and, bending at the waist, said, “Confucian junior Han Muye, I am honored to meet Mr. Kong.”
No matter what, Mr. Kong deserves respect for establishing a foothold in the divine realm with Confucian cultivation, for such a cultivation realm is worthy of reverence.
In the world of cultivation, no matter which path one follows, those who reach the pinnacle are valuable.
“Han Muye, yes, good,” Kong Zhongqiu waved his sleeve and said, “Please.”
Han Muye followed Kong Zhongqiu into the courtyard and saw many young students studying.
Throughout the courtyard, there were small desks and cases, with books and ink placed atop them.
It seems that being a good teacher is a characteristic of the Confucian Dao that remains unaltered through the traversal of endless universes.
Perhaps it is this very trait that ensures the Confucian Dao will not perish.
“Where have you sought knowledge, young friend, and how is your Confucian cultivation faring?”
In the rear courtyard, with a row of green-robed tables and chairs, Kong Zhongqiu casually sat down and then turned his gaze to Han Muye.
His voice turned from clear to ethereal, slowly sounding as if it was coming from heaven and earth.
Substituting one’s own Dao for the Heavenly Dao?
This was the use of soul power in the Confucian Dao.
But Kong Zhongqiu was not targeting Han Muye specifically, but rather casually emanated it, and this method had no harm.
Back when Han Muye was in the Heavenly Mystic World at Guan Estuary, his conferment of deity titles was achieved through such methods.
Now as Kong Zhongqiu’s voice of the Divine Spirit Great Path resonated, the Confucian soul power that had been dormant for countless years trembled, turning into layers of golden light.
When he decreed at the Deity Investiture Altar, together with Huang Tingshu, though he could not match the formidable power of Kong Zhongqiu’s Divine Realm Great Path, it was more magnificent.
On Han Muye, strands of Confucian divine light appeared.
Kong Zhongqiu’s initially casual gaze slowly turned serious.
“The power of the Great Dao, the light of merit, your Confucian Dao,” Kong Zhongqiu’s face showed pleasure, “would you be willing to join my Chongwen Pavilion and cultivate under me?”
Join Chongwen Pavilion?
Han Muye looked around and shook his head.