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If they didn\'t meet him in person, who would believe that someone would casually write a poem like \'To stand at the top and look at the small mountains\' as an annotation in someone else\'s essay?

\'Fame is nothing to me. I have seen through the affairs of the world.\'

This was a Great Confucian!

The Jade Epiphyllum Literary Conference only ended in the middle of the night.

After the books and essays on the pleasure boats were read, the young men driving the small boats went to the shore to look for those who had written poems and essays and sent them to the immortal ship.

The Confucian students on the shore did not expect to have such an opportunity. All of them cried tears of joy.

On the screen, there was a white-haired old man who was holding his thin sheets of paper and crying. He bowed repeatedly to the young man who took the sheets. It made one\'s heart ache.

However, this was the epitome of countless Confucian cultivators in the Heavenly Mystic world.

When the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, the scholars on the immortal ship either stood up in twos and threes or moved and dispersed.

The gathering that was originally arranged was canceled, leaving only the thick annotated essays and books on the small tables.

With so many Confucian notes, they could build 10 libraries.

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

At this moment, Mu Wan was no longer beside him.

Bai Wuhen and Yunjin had invited Mu Wan to have fun on the immortal ship.

According to what Bai Wuhen said, beauties were like the epiphyllum flowers that withered easily. Why would they still grind the ink sticks and prepare the papers for these stinky men?

On the way back, sitting in the carriage, Han Muye asked Mu Wan what Bai Wuhen and the others had said. Unfortunately, Mu Wan ignored him.

"Senior Brother, why are you asking about girl talk in such details?" Han Muye was speechless.

News of what happened at the Jade Epiphyllum Literary Conference spread throughout the Imperial City overnight.

Countless commoners and Confucianists looked at the illusory Green Vine Academy on the river.

The day before, nearly 300 Confucian scholars were selected by Xu Wei to be his disciples.

There were also nearly 1,000 Confucian scholars whose essays and poems caught the attention of the Great Confucians. They were given the opportunity to further improve through their pointers.

To these Confucianists, this was an opportunity that could change their lives.

In addition, those who participated in the literary conference or observed it had reaped benefits.

Even the Confucian cultivators who had only wanted to join in the fun by the riverbank had benefited greatly.

At the very least, their handwritten poems were bought at a high price.

After the literary conference ended, the Han Family Trading Company collected all the original manuscripts according to the agreement.

There were a total of 10 carriages filled with the manuscripts and annotations of the Great Confucianists.

The Great Spirit in the books rushed out of the carriages and reflected the stars.

The scholars changed out of the clothes that were stained with ink. After Dieyi Pavilion took them away, they immediately increased the price by 10 times and hung them in the shop. The next morning, they were all sold out.

As for the clothes worn by the Great Scholars, they were priceless. One by one, they were hung in the main shop on the second floor of Dieyi Pavilion.

Not for sale.

The shopkeeper of Dieyi Pavilion paid an unknown price for Princess Yunjin\'s outer robe and the hairpin on Bai Wuhen\'s head.

It was said that a rich merchant had offered a million spiritual rocks for these two items, but it was rejected by Dieyi Pavilion.

In addition, Wu Tianzhen\'s white robe that was stained with ink and the green robe with patches on it were bought for a thousand times the price and placed with the female clothing in Dieyi Pavilion.

Wu Tianzhen, a scholar of Confucianism, and Meng Luo, the spirit of the Jade Epiphyllum, roamed the martial world together.

This story would be told to every woman who came to Dieyi Pavilion.

The white robe that was stained with ink and the old green robe seemed to be saying that the happiness that a girl sought should be like this.

"You are my poem—¦"

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"Boom!"

Above the Eastern Sea, lightning fell like rain on the Suwei World.

Han Muye stood on the back of the divine beast Baxia and activated the power of the Kui to gather all the lightning and refine his body.

Above his head, golden pills floated.

Sword cores.

Another batch of sword cores formed, and Han Muye smiled.

In the distance, several sword cultivators of the Suwei World watched in delight.

These sword cores were sold to them.

Finally, after three months, Han Muye refined 361 sword cores.

With these sword cores, he could set up the Heavenly Cycle Sword Formation.

After refining the sword cores needed for the first sword formation, he began to refine the second and third sword formations.

He also sold 500 sword cores at 10 million spiritual rocks per sword core.

Whether it was to improve one\'s sword cultivation or to condense a sword pill, such a sword core was a treasure that could only be chanced upon by luck.

If they hadn\'t met Senior Han, the successor of the Sword Pavilion, it would have been impossible for such a thing to be found in the Suwei World.

The sword cores obtained by the various sects were all treasures to be passed down for generations.

Three sets of sword arrays, billions of spiritual rocks, and the accumulation of various spiritual herbs. Han Muye had gained a lot in the Suwei World.

In more than half a year, his cultivation had advanced to the third level of the Golden Core Realm.

The speed of refining the power of the divine beast was also much faster.

After the Jade Epiphyllum Literary Conference, Han Muye\'s mental strength increased extremely quickly.

He had a thorough understanding of cultivation and the karma he controlled.

From time to time, he would go to the Green Vine Academy to make guest appearances and discuss the Dao with Mr. Green Vine.

In the Imperial City, Grandmaster Mu Ye\'s literary reputation was not inferior to those old Confucian cultivators.

"Buzz!"

Han Muye put away the pill furnace, held the sword cores in his hand, and looked at the sky.

There was another figure standing where the clouds and lightning surged in the sky.

The figure exuded a cold sword light that seemed to be able to shatter the void with a single slash.

Indeed, if this figure attacked, he would definitely be able to shatter this world.

After exchanging glances with Han Muye, he flew out of the void of the Suwei World in a flash.

Han Muye pondered for a moment. The divine beast Baxia, which had shrunk to a radius of 100 miles, stood up and flew away.

"Boom!"

Baxia smashed open the sky and carried Han Muye into the void.

In the distance, a middle-aged man with a long sword on his back wore a cold expression.

"How do you want to die by impersonating the successor of our Sword Pavilion?"

Sword Pavilion!

As soon as the middle-aged man\'s voice sounded, a five-story pavilion behind him emitted endless sword Qi and smashed open the void.

Sword lights flew out of the pavilion and pointed at Han Muye, who was standing on the back of the divine beast Baxia.

"Pretending to be a successor of the Sword Pavilion?" Han Muye chuckled. A three-story Sword Pavilion appeared behind him, and the same sword light flashed, turning into a roaring dragon.