Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 435 - 435 Gathering Power for a Million Miles, Eastern Sea Swordsman Came to the West (2)

435 Gathering Power for a Million Miles, Eastern Sea Swordsman Came to the West (2)

Han Muye returned to the Sword Pavilion. Kong Chaode, who had returned from the Central Continent, was waiting in front of the Sword Pavilion.

“Young Master, Grandmaster Dongfang has a letter for you.”

Dongfang Shu.

The current White Deer Mountain Academy was flourishing. There were nearly a hundred instructors and thousands of students who went to the White Deer Mountain to study.

It had only been two years, but there were already so many students. In 10 or 20 years, White Deer Mountain would definitely become the holy land of Confucianism in the Central Continent.

Dongfang Shu had sent a few letters before. Sometimes, he reported on the recent situation of the Academy, and sometimes, he asked for instructions on the strategic decisions concerning the Academy’s construction.

Han Muye replied according to his own ideas.

Currently, in the White Deer Mountain Academy, everyone, from the instructors to the students, was carrying a sword and studying.

Not only did the students learn literature and swordsmanship, but they also had to cultivate combat techniques and deduce war matters. At the foot of White Deer Mountain, there were spiritual fields that stretched across the mountain for growing spiritual herbs.

Reading, poetry, swordsmanship.

When such a culture spread, Confucian scholars with swords could be seen in many places in the Central Continent.

However, the traditional Confucian scholars of the Central Continent looked down on this kind of behavior, and had some complaints.

Opening the envelope, Dongfang Shu said in the letter that Eastern Mountain County had a lot of things to do and needed people to immigrate from various places. Many sects were also willing to enter.

The new governor of Eastern Mountain County, Lu Chen, asked for help from White Deer Mountain. He wanted White Deer Mountain to send disciples and instructors there.

As long as these Confucianists held power and had the Great Spirit, they could control the sect and the people.

The reason why they came to the White Deer Mountain was because most people in the Imperial City Academy looked down on the barren Eastern Mountain County.

Who among the elites of Confucianism in the Central Continent would be willing to waste their great years on a wasteland?

Dongfang Shu wrote that he was willing to arrange for the disciples of the White Deer Mountain Academy to go to Eastern Mountain County.

After all, the disciples of the White Deer Mountain Academy were discriminatory. Regardless of background, they were incomparable to the disciples of the Royal Academy in terms of talent.

If they relied on the dynasty’s talent selection system in the Central Continent, not many students from the White Deer Mountain Academy would be able to wield authority in the future.

It was better to go to Eastern Mountain County first. At the very least, Lu Chen had promised five county magistrates and dozens of other official positions.

However, Dongfang Shu could not make up his mind as to whether to arrange for a disciple to go.

Eastern Mountain County was barren and poor. The students would not be able to enjoy life there.

“Young Master, Princess Yunjin sent many books over for your comments.”

Kong Chaode brought over a small wooden box.

This wooden box was specially used to store books. It didn’t look big, but it could store thousands of Confucian classics.

This was good stuff.

Han Muye took the wooden box and smiled. “Kong Chaode, rest on the Nine Mystic Mountain first. After I annotate these books, I’ll write a reply to Senior Dongfang.

“Also, bring another batch of swords and panaceas to Jinchuan.”

The Fire Source World provided the power for them to produce swords. The Han Family Trading Company was leery of excess supply which would impact the prevailing market price. Otherwise, they would have been able to sell thousands of swords at once.

As for medicinal pills, because the quality was higher, only Han Muye and Jiang Ming could refine them for the time being.

The quality of the pills Mu Wan had given him was good enough, but Han Muye would definitely not sell them.

He was not really short of spiritual rocks.

Kong Chaode was originally in charge of Jinchuan, the Central Continent. After Lin Shen and Zhao Yunlong went over, they helped him a lot. At least when Kong Chaode left, there was someone in charge there.

As for the Eastern Sea, the trade route had just been opened up, and they still had to rely on the Jin Family Trading Company.

Han Muye returned to the third floor of the Sword Pavilion and took out the books.

Although these ancient books were not the only copies left, many of them had been lost outside. Only the royal family had them.

Many of them were the biographies and knowledge of ancient scholars.

Han Muye was reading books on the third floor of the Sword Pavilion while carefully annotating.

There was a faint Great Spirit flowing around his body.

For most cultivation practitioners of Confucianism, this was the way to increase the Great Spirit.

Every word was cultivation.

Han Muye read very quickly. When he felt something, he would add a comment or two.

‘Is there really such a legend in the world? After listening to your words, I’ll hang myself on the southeast branch.’

‘It’s so beautiful. The sun rises in the east and it rains in the west. It’s not sunny but sunny.’

‘Pedantic Confucian.’

‘In a moment like this, I’ll compose a poem.’

‘F*ck.’

…

The exchange of words was like this.

Han Muye seemed to be wandering in the river of time, sitting opposite the ancient scholars.

Some recited poems and composed poems, while others laughed and flipped tables.

Such cultivation was really fast.

When he reached out to touch the wooden box, he was slightly stunned.

The wooden box was already empty.

Shaking his head regretfully, he put the books back into the wooden box.

He could feel that reading these books not only increased the accumulation of Confucianism’s Great Spirit, but also increased his comprehension of the Dao of Heaven.

The Dao was indeed boundless.

After sealing the wooden box, Han Muye spread out the paper and picked up the ink brush.

He wanted to reply to Dongfang Shu.

‘After traveling tens of thousands of miles and reading tens of thousands of books, I finally understood that my knowledge from reading is shallow. I know that I have to personally undertake this.’

Han Muye stopped writing and focused.

‘The scholars of ancient times must have a teacher. A teacher, therefore, imparts the teachings and learns to solve doubts. People are not born to know, so who can be without doubts? If one is puzzled but does not follow a teacher, one will be confused. In the end, one will not be able to understand.’

‘That’s why there’s no nobility, no lowliness, no longevity, and no lack. Where the Dao exists, so does the master.’

As the words fell, thunder rumbled in the void.

At this moment, countless figures of Dao seekers appeared in Han Muye’s mind.

Scholar, Swordsman, Daoist, Demon Cultivator, Great Demon.

‘There’s no right or wrong in the world. There’s good and evil in the Dao.’

‘Who is able to determine the righteous path and the evil path?’

‘Who will guide the Great Dao?’