Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Novel - Chapter 720
720 Dao Discussion, Interception
The Three Palaces, Seven Pavilions, and Fifteen Floors. The power behind each of the three palaces was formidable.
Yuling Palace was backed by the Upper Three Heavens of the Immortal Source World, and the Ten Thousand Demon Palace seemed to be backed by a mysterious demon.
As for Water Spirit Palace, there were many female cultivators and young disciples. It was hard for outsiders to guess who the true master behind them was.
However, the Palace Master had once killed several Heaven Realm Out of Body cultivators in the Endless Sea and suppressed an area.
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The strength of Water Spirit Palace was publicly acknowledged.
Even the Six Stalwart Pavilions were unwilling to face such a great power head-on.
Seeing Han Muye’s expression, Xu Chuanhe shook his head.
When he came to see Han Muye, he had guessed that this would be the outcome.
It was impossible for Han Muye to agree to leave Scattered Stars Island.
The aloofness in a sword cultivator’s bones was something that outsiders could not understand.
As a sword cultivator, Xu Chuanhe understood.
Han Muye had not done anything wrong, but it was impossible for him to avoid trouble.
After Xu Chuanhe left, Han Muye instructed Shao Tianyi to keep an eye on the shop. He led Zeng Daniu away quietly.
First, he visited Yu Fenglin’s sword furnace. After that, he invited Yu Fenglin to head to the Wen Yuan Pavilion.
As for bringing Zeng Daniu along, it was because he had heard from Shao Tianyi and the others that Tao Zhixing had invited Zeng Daniu to the Wen Yuan Pavilion.
Han Muye had asked Zeng Daniu, and Zeng Daniu felt that he was too stupid. He couldn’t study and preferred to refine weapons.
He felt that forging iron was easier than studying.
However, he wanted to ask if he could let his children study at the Wen Yuan Pavilion.
The disciples recruited by the Wen Yuan Pavilion were all nurtured from children.
The Wen Yuan Pavilion was not close by. If not for Han Muye flying on his sword, Zeng Daniu would never have been able to go there in his life.
After crossing 3,000 miles, there was only an octagonal pavilion in the waters of several islands.
Until he landed in front of the pavilion, Zeng Daniu was in a daze.
His legs were trembling, but his eyes were sparkling.
“This is… a cultivator…”
After interacting with the high and mighty immortals for a long time in the past, he knew that they were all cultivators.
However, he never knew what it was like for a cultivator to fly.
It turned out that cultivation was so exciting!
Han Muye ignored Zeng Daniu’s longing and walked to the pavilion with Yu Fenglin.
On the other side, Tao Zhixing, who was wearing a scholar’s robe and had a smile on his face, was already waiting.
“Mr. Tao, I came uninvited. Sorry to disturb you.” Yu Fenglin smiled and cupped his hands, then pointed at Han Muye beside him.
“This little friend Han is the shopkeeper of Imperial View Sword Shop. I believe Mr. Tao has often heard his name recently.”
Han Muye bowed and said, “Greetings, Mr. Tao.”
A faint Great Spirit flashed on his body.
Confucian cultivators.
Confucianism, sword cultivation.
The joy on Tao Zhixing’s face intensified. He raised his hand and said, “I regret not being able to meet you at your shop last time.”
These words caused Yu Fenglin to be stunned.
It seemed that these two had already interacted before, but Han Muye still wanted him to introduce them?
This little fox.
Han Muye stood up and held up a painting. “I’m here to visit, but I don’t have anything to show. I’ll do an ink-splash painting. I await your esteemed corrections.”
Tao Zhixing smiled and reached out to take it, guiding Han Muye and the others into the Wen Yuan Pavilion.
As for Zeng Daniu, the rest of the pavilion would naturally receive him.
He was not qualified to be personally entertained by a grand cultivator.
The pavilion only had three floors, but its exterior was grand and tall.
Upon entering, one could see that many green-robed students were either studying hard or writing quickly.
Even when Tao Zhixing led Han Muye and the others here, not many people turned around.
This was indeed the attitude one should have when doing research.
Han Muye took a casual look. The Great Spirit on these Confucian students was not dense. It must be the atmosphere on Scattered Stars Island that did not have much foundation in Confucianism.
Cultivation of Confucianism required the gathering of the People’s Will.
However, no one seemed to be interested in the cultivation method of the Wen Yuan Pavilion.
Was the path of cultivation different?
He turned to look at the decorations around him. The paintings and scrolls were elegant and unique.
Many of the words were modest and vigorous, and showed uprightness and strength of character.
On the other hand, the paintings were simple and elegant, and had an immortal aura.
In this, the Heavenly Mystic Confucianism was a little different.
The people Han Muye had gotten to know in the Imperial City Academy were all either arrogant or frivolous. Their writings were brimming over with the Great Spirit and literary talent.
When they arrived at the third floor of the Wen Yuan Pavilion, Tao Zhixing invited Han Muye and Yu Fenglin to sit down in front of a small table. Then he raised his hand and slowly unfolded the scroll Han Muye had given him.
“Little Friend Han, you drew it yourself. I want to observe it carefully.”
Tao Zhixing smiled and slowly opened the scroll.
Yu Fenglin, who was at the side, said, “This is your fault. Why didn’t you give me a painting?”
“I understand. Mr. Tao is a cultured person. I’m a blacksmith.”
Han Muye smiled and shook his head, knowing that Yu Fenglin was also joking.
If these paintings were not in the hands of Confucianist cultivators, they were really worthless.
Tao Zhixing was also smiling, but as he slowly opened the book, the expression on his face gradually changed from relaxed to serious.
“It’s deep and rich, and as clear and quiet as water. The brush and ink strokes are natural, and the technique is close to the Dao…” Tao Zhixing slowly raised his head and looked at Han Muye.
“My young friend, did you really draw the ink grapes yourself?
“Your style imitates Mr. Green Vine. Who is this Mr. Green Vine?”
The scholars had always looked down on each other, but they also valued each other.
Only those who caught their eye were qualified to discuss the Dao at the same table.
However, scholars had their own pride.
If Han Muye had not personally painted this painting, Tao Zhixing would probably have thrown Han Muye out.
Hearing Tao Zhixing’s question, Han Muye laughed and raised his hand to place the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone on the small table.
“Doesn’t Old Master Yu want a painting? I’ll draw one personally.”
