Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 613 - 613 Death Befalls All Men Alike

Chapter 613 - 613 Death Befalls All Men Alike

613 Death Befalls All Men Alike
“Senior Brother, Princess Yunjin is really beautiful…” Beside Han Muye, Mu Wan’s voice sounded.
Can I respond to this topic? he wondered.
Han Muye chuckled and shook his head, stepping onto the immortal ship.
Through the porthole, Princess Yunjin lowered her gaze.
“Sister, why do you have to marry off to the Eastern Sea?”
On the third floor of the Cloud Brocade Immortal Ship, Yunduan, who was standing behind Yunjin, said anxiously, “I’ve written the emperor’s poem. The position of the crown prince is already secured.
“Sister, can’t you just stay in the Imperial City?”
Seeing that Yunjin by the porthole was unmoved, Yunduan lowered her voice. “Sister, is it because he already has a Dao companion? You’re a princess. Go snatch—”
Before she could finish, Yunjin turned around.
“Where did you get your poem?”
Yunduan froze.
She muttered a few words but did not answer.
“Why are you wearing female clothes today?” Yunjin’s gaze landed on Yunduan’s slender waist and full chest.
Her younger sister, who was wearing female clothes, was pure and lively. Her beautiful face was not inferior to hers.
The point was, women dressed up for those who appreciated them.
Who is my sister wearing this female outfit for?
A blush flashed across Yunduan’s face. She stomped her feet and said, “Sister, what do you mean? It’s the rules of your immortal ship. All women wear such clothes.
“You, I’ll go change now.”
Although she said that, she did not really turn around.
Princess Yunjin looked at her and sighed softly.
“Silly girl, our family has already been pushed to this point. There’s no turning back.
“Marriage alliance with the Eastern Sea is the royal family’s grand plan. Do you really think we can make the decision ourselves?
“Even if you sit on the throne, I’m afraid you won’t be able to change it.”
Yunjin’s voice was filled with loneliness.
Compared to coming to the Imperial City, she preferred the free and unrestrained life in Jinchuan.
Now their family was about to become a peak mortal existence.
However, was that really what they wanted?
Yunjin lowered her head and looked at Han Muye who had boarded the immortal ship.
That night, she flipped through the books while he made annotations.
Just like many ordinary students in the Imperial City.
“At dawn, look at the red and wet area. Flowers bloom in the imperial city.”
Yunjin muttered something that only she herself could hear, “That red and wet place is supposed to be a girl’s shyness. I didn’t expect it to be a love that I can’t give up…”
On the immortal ship, the melodious sound of the zither and singing became even more mellow.
“Can I dance for you again? It’s just for old times’ sake. Look, your clothes are fluttering. They’ll turn into nothingness forever…”
…
Han Muye boarded the immortal ship and saw Qin Suyang standing there with a smile on his face.
Qin Wuyuan bowed.
Qin Siyu, Baili Tongyun, and the other juniors were not far away, looking over curiously.
Huang Tingshu and Baili Xinglin chuckled and nodded.
Yan Zhenqing, Zhang Xu…
Han Muye and Mu Wan stepped forward. Lu Yuzhou, who had tidied up his appearance, laughed and walked over, leading them to meet the scholars.
As for Qiu Chuqi and the others, they were not qualified to enter that circle.
Murong Tui rolled his eyes, pulled Qiu Chuqi, and whispered a few words into Zhao Daosheng and Zuo Yulong’s ears. Then the few of them quietly headed towards the direction of the younger generation of the Great Confucianists.
If they couldn’t integrate into the circle of scholars, why couldn’t they get familiar with these juniors?
Han Muye didn’t know many people on the ship, and not many people knew him.
However, he had heard of most of the great scholars on the deck.
Similarly, these scholars were also curious about Han Muye who had conferred deity titles with a single statement.
Lu Yuzhou’s character might be debatable, but he did have a wide circle of friends.
There was also Qin Suyang and Huang Tingshu standing at the side. Yan Zhenqing and the others also helped to introduce them. For a moment, there were fervent exchanges on the deck.
After mingling around, Han Muye felt sweaty all over.
Lu Jiuyuan from Elephant Mountain had once written a Confucian treatise that caused a stir, in which he investigated and expounded the nature of Dao, learning, and reason.
Zhou Dunshi from the Water and Land Academy had comprehended the Dao for 30 years. He was famous in the Central Continent for being principled and incorruptible.
Lu Dacheng from the East Arrival Library. He proposed knowing and utilizing the laws of nature.
…
Every one of them was a literary figure, and every one of them was profound in Confucianism.
Comparing himself to these people, Han Muye felt a sense of shame.
Perhaps the cultivation of these Confucianists might not be as high as his, but these people had cultivated hard all their lives and formed their own Dao. They were the most persistent pursuers.
Such people were worthy of admiration.
Of course, Han Muye’s accumulation was not bad either.
At the very least, the golden words that came out of his mouth could make people sigh.
“If I look at the flowers, the flowers will be quiet with me.
“Everything in the world can be sought.
“I think, therefore I am.”
Many of the Confucian Dao experts who had cultivated to the peak of the Grandmaster Realm were confused. They were bewitched by Han Muye’s words and were instantly shocked.
From deducing the Big Yellow Court, Han Muye knew more about Confucianism cultivation.
As the saying goes, knowledge from another field can help oneself correct one’s shortcomings. By borrowing from the divine dao, he could understand the Confucian Dao more thoroughly.
He cultivated his morality externally and his mental state internally.
The bigger the heart, the wider the world.
Confucianism cultivators were most afraid of having no one to rely on.
On the bow and deck of the immortal ship, great scholars from all over gathered. It was truly a rare grand event of Confucianism.
Lu Yuzhou turned around and a trace of regret flashed across his face.
“In the last Jade Epiphyllum Literary Conference, it was Green Vine who suppressed all the Confucianists.”
Hearing his words, Yan Zhenqing and the others looked around and shook their heads.
Xu Wei, who had been in a confused state, had yet to arrive today.
Perhaps he might not be able to come back in this life…
“I’ve been down and out for half my life. It’s done, it’s done…”
On the river, there were people reciting poems and songs as they sailed over.