Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The small green wooden boats swayed and moved towards the immortal ship.

That line from the poem reverberated, as if the entire world had become sorrowful and lonely.

An invisible desolate aura instantly filled the river.

"Half my life in dire straits. Sigh, who isn't in dire straits…"

On the immortal ship, someone whispered and sighed softly.

So what if he was a sect master? So what if he was a great sect master or a half-sage? The Great Dao was endless and life was emptiness.

In a room on the third floor of the immortal ship, the jade crown on Yunduan's head flashed with golden light, causing her expression to constantly change.

Yunjin had fallen to the ground, tears streaming down her face.

Yunduan walked forward and hugged her sister gently.

Cultivators of Confucianism experienced deep sadness. As a woman, Yunjin was grieving over unrequited love.

That line 'Half a lifetime in dire straits, I have become an old man' resonated with countless people.

The great scholars on the immortal ship and the people on the surrounding pleasure boats were moved.

The cultivators of Confucianism either lowered their heads in silence or sighed sadly. Many of the women in colorful clothes were sobbing softly.

The women were truly pitiful people.

A few Confucianists who had been down and out before also closed their eyes, their bodies trembling.

On the river bank, the scholars stood up one by one. The white-haired ones had tears in their eyes. Their hands were trembling so much that they could not bring the wine cups to their mouths.

On the immortal ship, Yan Zhenqing frowned and said, "Is Green Vine confused again?"

Green Vine.

Mr. Green Vine, Xu Wei.

Back then, when he fell into a maze, he disappeared for more than a hundred years.

This was because this kind of confusion would unconsciously activate and resonate with outsiders.

Just like now, a poem could make countless Confucian scholars empathize with each other and feel sorrowful.

On the immortal ship, only Yan Zhenqing and the other Half-Sages who had formed their own dao domains were not affected by the maze.

The power of the Dao Domain was above the Maze. One's heart had its own world as a Dao mark and would not be lost.

On the river, the small boats floated over lightly, and Xu Wei's voice sounded again.

"Half a lifetime in dire straits, I have become an old man, standing alone at the bow of the ship."

A cool breeze blew past their faces, making them forget where they were.

"I have talent and learning but am not appreciated, so I have to give up selling paintings for a living."

Down and out and dispirited.

Xu Wei's poems and poems portrayed the situation of desolate scholars.

One could say they were aloof from politics and material pursuits, or they had strength of character, but only they knew the ups and downs they had experienced.

This desolate song overlapped with the gentle white fox ballad from before, making people instantly feel that there was nothing left to live for.

Everything in this life would be for naught.

Countless Confucianist cultivators stood up and stared at the water in front of them. It was as if they would be relieved by jumping into the river.

This was the method of a great Confucian cultivator.

A single sentence could make people lose their minds and not even know if they were dead or alive.

This method caused Bai Wuhen, who was playing the zither, to tremble slightly.

Such a cultivator's mental strength was comparable to the nine-tailed fox.

The last person who surprised her was Han Muye.

Outside the immortal ship, everyone was lost.

On the immortal ship, many people had clear expressions.

Frowning, Lu Yuzhou turned around and looked at Han Muye, slightly stunned.

At this moment, Han Muye seemed fine. What was more, he hugged Mu Wan, who had tears in her eyes, and comforted her softly.

"Brother, you can't let Xu Green Vine ruin the Jade Epiphyllum Literary Conference." Lu Yuzhou laughed and turned to look at the others.

A smile flashed across Qin Suyang and the others' faces.

They were all Half-Sages. Their expressions were calm and there was no worry of losing their minds.

However, it was naturally not convenient for them to make a move now.

Xu Wei was not yet a Half-Sage.

In their opinion, Han Muye was a junior but he was not affected by the bewildering power of the maze.

Then he should be the one to make a move.

Han Muye nodded and looked up at the wooden boat that was only thousands of feet away.

Xu Wei, who was standing on the boat, wore a black robe and smiled.

The space around him was distorted. It was as if he was in another world.

The power of his soul was too strong. He had to form a dao domain, but he couldn't. His own strength couldn't be stabilized, and he was on the verge of losing himself.

Back then, Han Muye's pill could save Xu Wei's life, but it could not completely wake him up.

Hence, for such a long time, Xu Wei had been sailing on the river and rarely interacted with anyone.

Looking at Xu Wei, Han Muye smiled.

He did not blame Xu Wei for writing a poem that suppressed the entire venue and made the literary conference unable to continue.

The more such things happened, the more the story would spread far and wide.

There were Half-Sages in charge of the literary conference. There wouldn't be any major slip-ups.

However, in this situation, it was time for him to recite a poem.

It didn't matter if Xu Wei took all the limelight, but if he didn't break through this barrier, it would hurt many people's minds.

That would not be good.

Raising his hand gently, Han Muye's voice sounded.

"Thank you for your hard work.

"Your hair is all gray and you are still studying the scriptures. Live to learn."

With Han Muye's words, the expressions of the Half-Sages who were still awake on the immortal ship changed.

Among those who had fallen into a daze, those who were not Confucian cultivators were fine. They did not feel the same way because of this sentence. They only felt a little sad.

Those Confucian Dao cultivators who had studied hard for countless years and were still stuck were filled with grief and indignation.

"I've studied poetry for 60 years, but I did not amount to much. Sigh…"

"It's hard to read. Life…"

The more knowledgeable one was, the more one felt.

Lu Yuzhou, Yan Zhenqing, and the others looked at Han Muye strangely.

Isn't this guy going to break through Xu Green Vine's maze? Why is it that not only did this poem not break through the maze, it complements it, making people want to escape but are unable to?

Han Muye's expression did not change. He looked at the green river in front of him and spoke again.

"After all the hardships I've gone through, the stars around me have fallen. The mountains and rivers have shattered, and the wind is blowing…"