Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 330: Enlightenment of a Grandmaster (3)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

At this moment, his expression turned solemn. “Little friend Han, You can take your business anywhere in the world.”

It was a supreme-grade pill and a semi-spiritual sword.

How could such treasures not be sold?

After pondering for a moment, Dongfang Shu took out a piece of paper and wrote some words. Then he handed it to Han Muye and said, “The Fujin Trading Company in Jinchuan City. If you go with this note, you will get to meet its head shopkeeper.”

Han Muye smiled and took it.

Dongfang Shu was very talkative. He would tell Han Muye everything about the Central Continent’s literary world.

Minister Wen suppressed the Central Continent’s literary world, and the world’s literary talents belonged to the Imperial City Academy.

Most of the Confucian and Dao Grandmasters in the world were at the Imperial City Academy.

As for the good essays done in other places, there were many young people who could write poems. In Dongfang Shu’s words, young people nowadays were all arrogant.

Dongfang Shu did not hide his identity.

He was originally a great cultivator of the Confucian Dao. He studied hard for 60 years and became a scholar.

He was a county magistrate in other counties, and an instructor in the academy. He went to the Imperial City Academy 30 years ago to seek a position as an instructor.

In the end, of course, he lost.

“The Confucian Dao is the Confucian Dao of everyone in the world. Why can’t there be no discrimination?

“What temperament? What talent? The Imperial City Academy wants everyone to submit to them, not to inherit the Confucian Dao.

“It’s off course.”

There was no wine in the tea, but Dongfang Shu’s face was red. When he spoke of anger, his voice was high-pitched as he pounded the table and shouted angrily.

“Is that why you came to White Deer Mountain to study?” Han Muye’s expression did not change as he said softly.

“I was originally prepared to go to the Western Frontier to spread the Confucian Dao. I heard that the Confucian Dao inheritance in the Western Frontier has been severed, but it’s difficult to cross the Heavenly Wall of the Western Frontier.” Dongfang Shu shook his head and said regretfully.

“I can only build a hut on the White Deer Mountain and teach wild children.”

Han Muye nodded and said, “Did you gain anything?”

Dongfang Shu laughed. “There are two more carpenters in the south of the village. A few juniors from the west of the village went to the county city to work as workers.”

“The kid from the village chief’s family became a bailiff. If Qi Xiaoshan didn’t die in battle, he would definitely be able to become a scholar official.

“How many girls can read and spin?”

Dongfang Shu smiled bitterly and looked a little lonely.

A great scholar could only teach mortals in the mountain village. After 30 years of achievement, he was useless.

“Is that why you hung your calligraphy painting at the courier station?” Han Muye smiled.

Dongfang Shu generously nodded and said, “I’ve studied hard for 60 years. I can’t bury it like this.”

“Sir, do you want to show your talent and compete with the Imperial City Academy?” Han Muye looked at Dongfang Shu.

“I dare not think of competing with the Imperial City Academy. I only hope that I can teach a few capable people and not ruin my reputation.” At this point, Dongfang Shu’s eyes lit up.

He looked at Han Muye and said softly, “Little friend Han, are you interested in staying in my White Deer Mountain straw hut for a few days?”

Stay for a few days and become a disciple?

Han Muye laughed, shook his head, and stood up. “Mr. Dongfang, in my opinion, your actions are even more admirable than the instructors of the Imperial City Academy.

“Those talented disciples of the Imperial City Academy do not lack an instructor. The children in the wilderness lack a Mr. Dongfang.

“As you have said, the Confucian Dao is the Confucian Dao of the world.

“Sir, you have already comprehended the Dao and you’re living in it.”

With that, Han Muye picked up the remnant tea in front of him and finished it in one gulp. Then he smiled and said, “This tea is really bitter.”

Han Muye walked out of the straw hut and looked up at the clouds surging in the sky, covering the stars and moon.

“He finally comprehended it.”

He laughed and strode down the mountain path to the courier station.

As soon as he walked out of the village, a long howl came from the forest behind him.

A soaring noble aura crashed through the clouds in the sky and competed with the stars and moon.

“There should be no discrimination in teaching. The path of a master should be clear—”

His voice was like thunder, and the mountains and rivers shook.

Within a hundred miles, flashes of time converged.

This was the enlightenment of the Confucian Dao.

A day of enlightenment blessed by the heavens.

The long howl did not stop all night.

Countless cultivators came when they heard the sound and stood dozens of miles away, not daring to approach.

When a great scholar was comprehending the Dao, they would be easily injured by the Great Dao that appeared if they approached him.

When the Great Dao was whispering to others, someone who tried to listen in would be punished.

The skylight was bright, and the long howl stopped. Dongfang Shu walked out of the straw hut.

“Mr. Dongfang, you, what are you doing?” Outside the straw hut, the village chief, Qi Rang, and the others looked at Dongfang Shu in surprise.

At this moment, Dongfang Shu’s hair was black, and his black beard was wispy. He looked to be only in his fifties, completely different from his previous aged appearance.

Dongfang Shu looked at Qi Rang. The indescribable meaning in his gaze stunned Qi Rang.

“Where are Young Master Han Muye and the others?” Dongfang Shu looked away and asked.

Qi Rang trembled slightly and hurriedly bowed. “Sir, the official flying ship of Xiyuan County left this morning.”

Left?

Dongfang Shu frowned.

Young Master Han Muye enlightened him last night and allowed him to greater mastery of his enlightenment.

He left just like that?

“Sir, that Young Master left a letter and asked me to pass it to you.” As Qi Rang spoke, he handed over a letter.

There was no word on the envelope.

Dongfang Shu pulled out the folded letter and unfolded it.

“Boom—”

Endless purple power surged out of Dongfang Shu’s body. The golden Great Spirit turned into clouds that filled the sky and dissipated.

“Grandmaster!”

“The Confucian Dao cultivator who is comprehending here is a grandmaster!”

“There’s a Confucianist Grandmaster staying outside the Imperial City. Who is this Great Confucian?”

Dozens of miles away, countless exclamations sounded.

With such magnificence and surging Righteousness Qi, who else could it be but a grandmaster?

However, they could not see Dongfang Shu, who had already reached the Grandmaster Realm. At this moment, his entire body was trembling. The thin page of the letter weighed tens of millions of pounds in his hand.

His breathing was rapid and he widened his eyes. The cultivation of a Confucianist Grandmaster had all dissipated.

His face was filled with arrogance. He gently unfolded the paper, and elegant words appeared.

“Han Mu wants to build a White Deer Academy on the White Deer Mountain. If you want, stay in the Academy.

“Han Muye sent a message for anyone who enters the White Deer Academy.

“As Confucianists, we should establish our hearts for the world, for the people, for the sages, and for the peace of all ages.”

Staring at the thin page, Dongfang Shu laughed at the sky after a long time.

“With this statement, you can express the true meaning of my Confucian Dao.

“It’s worth it even if I die of old age on White Deer Mountain.

“Alright, alright. From today onwards, I, Dongfang Shu, will wait for you at the White Deer Mountain Academy.”

…

On the flying ship, a purple stream of light enveloped Han Muye.

This was the appearance of the will of the people surging and rising too quickly.

Seeing this scene, Kong Chaode shook his head and turned his face away. Then he said softly, “Young Master, let’s not stop this flying ship along the way. Let’s go straight to Jinchuan City.

“You can’t hide your eagerness. If you get off the flying ship halfway, it will attract tens of thousands of people to pay their respects.”

Hearing his words, Han Muye nodded with a wry smile.

He could not imagine how just a letter would stimulate such intense popularity.