BXBX NOVEL Chapter 617 - 617 Cultivate in This Life, Inherit, and Educate (2)
“But your words today made me hesitate.”
He chuckled and said in a low voice, “I don’t know if I’m hesitating because I still have aspirations, or because I’m afraid of death. It’s better to live than to die.”
How many people could face life and death calmly?
On the deck, no one laughed at Xu Wei.
So what if he was a Peak Nascent Soul Realm expert?
Han Muye nodded and spoke loudly.
“Senior, I once met Dongfang Shu, the head instructor of the White Deer Mountain Academy.
“At that time, he was already a great cultivator of Confucianism. He taught at White Deer Mountain for 30 years. The most accomplished among them was a constable in the county city. He even died.
“Was he desperate? Desperate.
“How can I not despair when I have nothing in this life and fame and fortune are all in vain?
“Was he confused? Confused.
“He’s also a great cultivator of Confucianism. He’s famous in the Imperial City Academy, but he’s unknown in the White Deer Mountain. How can he not be confused?”
Han Muye turned and looked around.
“Although Dongfang Shu is not famous today, he is at least a great scholar. His reputation is not inferior to anyone in the Imperial City Academy.
“Actually, what’s the difference between him and the thousands of Confucian cultivators on the lake?
“Mr. Green Vine, may I ask where the road of life is?”
Before Xu Wei could speak, Han Muye had already said softly, “The road is under your feet…”
Xu Wei stood where he was without moving.
However, there was a bewildering power vibrating continuously on his body, as if it wanted to devour him and Han Muye.
Yan Zhenqing’s eyes were filled with doubt and he finally stopped.
He had already suppressed Xu Wei’s confusion earlier. Why was he awake now?
“Haha, the road is under my feet, the road is under my feet.”
Xu Wei let out a long laugh. With a wave of his sleeve, he said loudly, “Then I will spread my cultivation base in exchange for 50 years of lifespan and pass on everything I have learned.
“Drinking buddy, do you think I should stay in the Imperial Academy or go to the White Deer Mountain Academy?”
Spread my cultivation base in exchange for 50 years of lifespan and pass down the inheritance.
Xu Wei’s words made everyone on the immortal ship widen their eyes.
A renowned Confucian was going to use his cultivation to pass down his teachings!
Many scholars’ eyes lit up.
The juniors standing not far away could not suppress their urge to go forward.
Becoming Xu Wei’s disciples and obtaining his teachings would allow them to achieve immeasurable success in life!
“Mr. Green Vine, there are plenty of scholars in the Imperial City Academy. The White Deer Mountain is too far away. In my opinion, you can teach here at the Yongding River and not reject anyone. Wouldn’t that be great?”
Han Muye looked at Xu Wei and spoke loudly.
He did not advise Xu Wei not to spread his cultivation.
Such a Confucian would not change his mind once he set a goal.
However, Han Muye gave Xu Wei advice.
Instead of going to the Imperial City Academy or the White Deer Mountain, he would go to the Yongding River and become a Daoist educator.
Xu Wei went to the Imperial City Academy, and was one of its Great Confucian scholars. Obtaining 50 years of life for dispersing his cultivation might amount to nothing.
If he went to the White Deer Mountain, he could make countless Confucian scholars follow him and raise the reputation of the White Deer Mountain Institute.
However, Han Muye knew that Xu Green Vine’s way of doing scholarly research was different from White Deer Mountain’s.
White Deer Mountain advocated mingling with the world and cultivating with a sword. Xu Qingteng advocated withdrawing from the world and talking about poetry.
It was better to let him become a legend in the mortal world.
After 50 years, if he had some understanding, he might become a Sage in one step.
If he did not understand anything, he would sink into the river and be unrestrained.
“Alright, alright. If everyone can establish an academy to teach, why can’t I?”
Xu Wei looked around with a smile and shouted, “From tomorrow onwards, I, Xu Wei, will be on the Yongding River…”
Before he could finish, he heard Han Muye say loudly, “Mr. Green Vine, tomorrow and tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows. Why don’t we do it today? Right now.”
Looking around, Han Muye pointed at the pleasure boats surrounding the immortal ship. “There are countless scholars here who admire your talent. Why don’t you choose your disciples today? We can be witnesses.”
As he spoke, he raised his hand and took out a handwritten book. “Earlier, I received a book on the way. The author is Qi Chang, a student from Lakeview County. This manuscript is not bad. Mr. Green Vine, you can read it.”
Han Muye’s voice was loud and clear.
Far away on the riverbank, a young man holding a wine cup was about to bring the wine to his mouth when he heard Han Muye’s words. He suddenly paused and was stunned.
“Brother Qi Chang, it’s your manuscript!” The young man opposite him let out a low cry. He jumped up as if he had been bitten by a snake.
Qi Chang, who was sitting opposite him, nodded. Under the envious gazes of countless students around him, he said indifferently, “Brother Minsheng, calm down. Calm down. Let’s drink.”
He brought the wine cup to his mouth, but it reached the tip of his nose.
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On the immortal ship, Xu Wei gently took the book.
His gaze fell on the book and he read it carefully and very slowly.
He ran his fingers across the pages, making a rustling sound.
On the river, a cool breeze blew, and the curtains on the immortal ship moved gently.
No one on the deck spoke.
On the pleasure boats in the distance, everyone was waiting quietly.
On the riverbank, Qi Chang’s wine spilled on his clothes without him realizing it.
There were only a few thin pages in the book. Xu Wei finished reading it in a short while.
Closing the page, he looked at Han Muye and said calmly, “The annotations are not bad.”
Han Muye chuckled and nodded.
They were too far away for outsiders to know what was happening on the deck.
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Xu Wei turned around and looked at the riverbank. He said softly, “Qi Chang, hand me a copy of your scholarly research experience tomorrow.”