Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 253 Enlightened by the world of mortals, Han Muye enters the realm of Confucian and Taoist masters (12,5000 chapters)

Han Muye turned his head and saw a fifteen or sixteen year old boy wearing a jade white brocade robe and a purple jade crown standing at the bow of the boat ahead.

This young man's lips were red and his teeth were white, his face was like powder, and his body was a bit fragile, but his eyes were staring fiercely, revealing a lot of resentment.

"It turns out that the elder son is here." Liao Chen also saw the young man, and bowed with a smile, "The villain was just confused for a while, and he spoke nonsense, so he can't take it seriously."

As he spoke, he cupped his hands.

This young man is the son of Prince Zhenxi, so no wonder he is angry, after all, he is talking about his sister, even though there is no saying in the Zhongzhou Dynasty that women should not show their faces.

Liao Chen made an apology. Although Xiao Shizi was still angry, he did not chase after him. He raised his eyes and gave Han Muye a look, then turned and walked into the cabin.

Seeing him leave, Liao Chen stood up and cupped his hands apologetically to Han Muye, then said in a low voice, "Prince Zhenxi is obsessed with cultivation, and his heirs are difficult. The little princess Yun Duan was raised as a son since childhood."

It turned out to be like this.

"Anyway, let's not mess with her." Liao Chen laughed, raised his hand and said, "Brother Han, please."

A few women in pink came forward, Han Muye waved his hands.

He wasn't exactly clean, but he wasn't interested in the tune.

Liao Chen laughed loudly, and walked into the cabin with the woman in pink beside him.

The cabin is vast and the furnishings are luxurious.

The bright pearls that can be seen everywhere shine brightly, illuminating the cabin brightly.

One of these pearls costs a hundred pieces of Lingshi.

There are also all kinds of hanging ornaments, all made of high-quality spiritual materials.

In the middle, like a well-like lobby, several musical instruments are placed on a wide high platform.

Around, many women in colorful clothes walked like butterflies.

All kinds of calligraphy and paintings are hung on the pillars on the four walls of the cabin.

There are also various handwritings on some pink and white walls, some are delicate, some are wild, some are messy, and some are neat.

"Those Confucian and Taoist practitioners who can only stay in this hall always feel that they are so talented that they can impress the women in this fairy boat with just a poem."

"It's not wrong. There is a poem everywhere on the Jinchuan River, which tells the story of a fairy marrying."

Stretching out his fingers to those words on the wall, Liao Chen shook his head and said, "It's just that if there is only some talent and no family wealth, how can the woman on the fairy boat fall in love with her?"

"Those stories that are circulated are just to attract people to Xianzhou and accumulate popularity."

Accumulate popularity.

This is the real purpose.

Before that, Han Muye could see that there was a lot of popularity on the Yunjin fairy boat.

It seems that the world of practice in Zhongzhou really used all kinds of means to gain popularity.

The practice circles in Western Xinjiang pay attention to wealth, law, couples and land, and Zhongzhou puts popularity first.

"Then Han, if Mr. Han writes a poem, will it attract fairies to marry him?" Tan Tan, who followed behind and looked around, suddenly asked.

Hearing her words, Liao Chen turned his head to look at Han Muye with a smile on his face: "Brother Han doesn't write poetry, but his character, appearance, family background and wealth can attract the hearts of fairies."

His voice was not low, and many people around turned their heads to look at him.

Whether it is Han Muye or Liao Chen, their status and bearing are not comparable to that of ordinary Confucianism practitioners.

Those who recognized Liao Chen whispered a few words.

Fujin Commercial Bank is one of the three major commercial firms in Jinchuan. Its wealth is so rich that it can be said that it is half a city rich.

Immediately, the expressions in the eyes of many women were different.

Tan Tan glanced at Han Muye, muttered a few words, then lowered his head again.

Walking up the hanging building, in the elegant attic, the tables and chairs are all made of high-quality spirit wood.

This attic can not only see the scenery of the big river outside, but also watch the singing and dancing in the lobby.

If it weren't for Liao Chen's status, such a good position would never be arranged.

Han Muye sat there, listening to Liao Chen's whispered stories about the Jinchuan River.

Whether it is the love between children on a cruise ship or the manifestation of treasures and spiritual objects in a big river, the ups and downs in it can attract people to listen to.

Kong Chaode, who was born in Zhongzhou, had heard many similar stories, but he echoed them from time to time.

Lin Shen was not interested in these at all, and stood with arms folded, eyes narrowed.

Tan Tan blinked her big eyes, completely attracted by the love and hatred in it.

This is the world of mortals.

The love in the world is the most heartbreaking.

Han Muye sat there, shaking the folding fan lightly in his hand, his expression was indifferent, and the golden light of the Red Dust Curse flashed in the divine treasure.

Popularity and grandeur flowed through his body, turning into an invisible aura.

At this moment, his spiritual thoughts were divided into two parts, one part remained in his body to comprehend the boundless world of mortals, and the other part hung high in the sky and merged with the ever-flowing Jinchuan River.

The great river flows, never stops for tens of thousands of years.

Spiritual thoughts fell into the river, and it seemed that he could feel the silent emotions in it.

Shanhe, have emotions?

Maybe, really?

In Han Muye's mind, the image of a rushing river emerged.

A trickle becomes a river.

This great river was naturally generated by heaven and earth, and it was also dug by countless people.

On the big river, there are boatmen and boatmen, and there are fishing boats and light boats.

There are singing and dancing on the river, and there are literati and poets.

This river water is the opportunity for all people to depend on it, and it is also the cohesion of the water veins of heaven and earth.

Jinchuan River and Jinchuan City coexist together.

Is it people who made the great river, or the river that feeds people?

Han Muye's divine sense raised his head and looked forward.

Over there, it is in the direction of the prefect of Jinchuan City.

"Om—"

A golden light rose from above the tutelary fort.

A phantom appeared.

It was a phantom of a golden armored warrior, standing in the sky, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

It was just a search, but nothing was found, so they dispersed.

After the god dispersed the phantom, Han Muye's soul power dropped slightly and returned to his body.

During this process, he saw that on the top floor of the fairy boat, the little princess in men's clothing was talking to a young man in a purple robe.

When Han Muye's spirit fell, the young man frowned and looked around.

His eyebrows are picturesque, and his phoenix eyes are full of affection. Although he is wearing men's clothing, this style is still gorgeous.

If she was dressed in women's clothes and Qingwu, she would not be named the number one beauty in Jinchuan.

It seems that this is Princess Yunjin.

Han Muye's divine soul only glanced at it for a moment, and returned to its body, uniting with the Red Dust Curse in the divine treasure.

There was a slight smile on his face.

He has experienced this kind of mind-soul splitting scene several times.

Either it was at the beginning of the practice of tyrannical exercises, led by the soul, or during the battle, the power of the soul was urged to the extreme.

Every time the soul is divided, the power of the soul can be tempered and benefited.

For example, this time, there was a drop of water in Han Muye's divine treasure.

This water drop is the gathering of the power of the Jinchuan River.

With this drop of water, his water system has infinite affinity.

Before, he was favored by the heaven and earth in Xijiang, and he had a full level of affinity with the soil veins, able to touch the ground with his feet, and his body was undefeated.

At this time, with this drop of water in his body, he can freely travel through the water veins of the world, and he can also attract the closeness of the water monsters.

And when refining alchemy, it is much more convenient to use the power of water veins to refine alchemy.

The power of the water veins soothes the meridians of the body, which complements the blazing energy of his Nine Yang Kung Fu.

unexpected surprise.

With this unexpected harvest, Han Muye was in a good mood.

At the beginning of the Chinese lanterns, the lights on the big river are like daylight.

Man dances and sings lightly, the world is crisp.

"It's nice to be a human..." Tan Tan whispered while lying on the long table, looking at the graceful light dance below.

Han Muye shook his head.

Tan Tan, who grew up in Qingmang Mountain, certainly felt that the mortals on the Jinchuan River were wonderful, but she didn't know that there were not only singing and dancing in this world of mortals, but also birth, old age, sickness and death, and poverty.

Today, Tan Tan only saw the most glamorous side of the Jinchuan River.

She couldn't see that the bottom of the Jinchuan River was covered with dead bones.

The show in the lobby below was really good.

There is a group of dancing women, whose body is like a fairy, stretched on the high platform or with water sleeves, with a slender waist and no bones, raising their hands and feet, as weak as water, which makes people feel affectionate.

There is also a woman in brocade clothes, holding a cloud board, with silk and bamboo behind her, singing loudly into the clouds with every word, and after every song is finished, there is no sound in the cabin.

The song is beautiful, the dance is beautiful, and it makes people nostalgic.

Under the lobby stage, many people were intoxicated.

Some literati in green shirts shouted the names of the women on the stage, and shouted that they would not marry if they were not Qing.

There is that unrefined Confucian scholar, holding a wine glass, shaking it, chanting poems that no one can understand, laughing and crying, crying and laughing.

Sitting on a high place and watching the scenery has a different meaning.

Liao Chen turned his head and saw Han Muye's eyes were shining brightly, he was slightly taken aback, then shook his head and said, "Brother Han is indeed an extraordinary person, seeing all kinds of things, he can transcend things."

detached.

Han Muye looked at the surrounding attics.

There are many people sitting upright in these attics.

These people sit high above the lobby and look down at the various situations below, which can sharpen their hearts.

The green-clothed scholar who yelled the woman's name didn't know that the woman in the attic could stay in the boudoir tonight as long as he called the woman who was hard to reach in his life.

Those down-and-out Confucian scholars who were crying, crying and laughing may not know that the fairy that he will never forget in this life may be abandoned by someone in the attic.

Zhongzhou is prosperous, but what can't be concealed is the coldness of the world.

At this moment, Han Muye's body felt a faint sense of grandeur, and then disappeared.

But with the slight glimpse of arrogance, Liao Chen trembled all over and was completely stunned.

The awe-inspiring spirit is in harmony with people's expectations, people follow heaven and earth, and are in the realm of a master!

The Han Mu in front of him is a Confucianism and Taoism master?

The Grandmaster was not seen in the west of Shu, and Liao Chen also heard the rumors about the Grandmaster.

But he knew that those who can become masters in the world are all great Confucianists who are famous all over the world and whose literary name suppresses one side.

Every one of them has long been ignorant of how many years of practice.

How could the Young Master Han Mu in front of me be a master of Confucianism and Taoism?

When he wanted to take a closer look, the arrogance that had just broken through Han Muye's body had all subsided, and he couldn't see a trace of it at all.

"Master Liao, what's the matter?" Han Muye turned his head with a smile on his face.

"Uh, no, it's nothing." The only thing Liao Chen could think about was that he was delusional.

Of course he wasn't blindsided.

Han Muye had already reached the peak of Confucianism and Taoism master's awe-inspiring cultivation. Today, he watched the world of mortals in the attic of the fairy boat, and finally broke through and reached the realm of a master.

With awe-inspiring spirit entering the realm of a master, Han Muye suddenly understood many things that he hadn't understood before.

For example, the feeling of wandering outside is the second level of the heavenly realm in the practice world, the stage of leaving the body.

The soul leaves the body and travels thousands of miles.

However, Han Muye didn't really reach the out-of-body stage, it was just a coincidence that his own soul possessed such means.

He didn't know before that the act of leaving the body without the slightest protection, if he meets a strong person, waving his hand can make him fly away.

He was not dead, ignorant, lucky.

At this time, Haoran Qi has reached the master level, and can use Haoran Qi to transform the body, stay in the avatar, and lock the soul.

Such methods are the real power of Confucianism and Taoism. Words follow the law, and the mind travels thousands of miles day and night.

Haoran protects the spirit and spirit, stronger than his own body.

A master of Confucianism and Taoism is an existence above the Yuanying in the heavenly realm.

It's a pity that Han Muye doesn't have many Confucian and Taoist means at his disposal, and the power of Confucianism and Taoism in Western Xinjiang is also suppressed by the Dao of Heaven, so he can't exert much power.

If not, with this level of Confucianism and Taoism, he could already run rampant when he returned to the western border.

"Princess Yunjin, will you perform a dance today?" Just as Han Muye realized the changes in himself, a voice came from an attic.

Liao Chen frowned, and said in a low voice, "Jiang Chongyang."

Seeing Han Muye looking at him, Liao Chen hurriedly introduced who Jiang Chongyang was.

The three major commercial firms in Jinchuan, Fujin from the Liao family, Rongchuan from the Zhu family, and Shuxing from the Jiang family.

Each of these three firms has backing forces. The Liao family is backed by the city lord of Jinchuan City, the Zhu family is the prefect's mansion, and the Jiang family is backed by Tianyun Daozong.

There are not many heavenly realms in West Shu County. In Jinchuan City, Su Zizhan, the governor of the county, He Jing, the commander of the Xuanyang Guard, and Zhuang Han, the commander of the Red Flame Army, all exist to suppress the side.

Outside Jinchuan City, among the cultivation sects, the Tianyun Taoist Sect is the most respected, and there are two heavenly realms among them.

With this kind of strength, as long as they don't offend the imperial dynasty and don't oppose the prefect's government, they can run rampant in Shuxi County.

Zhongzhou can't help practicing, except Confucianism and Taoism are prosperous, there are all other methods of practice.

"This Jiang Chongyang is not only the third son of the Jiang family, but also an elite disciple of the Tianyun Dao Sect." Liao Chen shook his head and said in a low voice, "Dual cultivation of Taoism and Confucianism, such people are indeed Jinchuan talents."

Only such a person would dare to invite Princess Yunjin to perform a dance on the Yunjin Fairy Boat.

In the eyes of Da Zongmen, the royal family is just an empty shelf.

No need for much respect.

Hearing someone invite Princess Yunjin to perform a dance, the entire lobby fell silent.

It is said that Princess Yunjin's neon dress and feather dance are gorgeous, but no one has seen it.

The matter of Princess Yunjin's dance performance is just like those stories, they are all convincing, but they have never been seen for real.

In the past, there were wild drunken talk in the lobby, asking the princess to perform a dance, but the result was nothing.

It was Liao Chen who said that watching the princess dance was just a gimmick, and he didn't take it seriously.

I didn't expect that Jiang Chongyang would really make a sound today, inviting the princess to perform a dance.

Han Muye looked forward, through the open hanging window, he could see the purple-clothed youth who had spoken just now was standing in front of the window, his body slightly bowed, and there were several green-robed men sitting in the attic of the quiet room behind him.

These people's stature and demeanor can be seen to be extraordinary.

Seeing that no one answered, Jiang Chongyang, who was wearing a purple robe, said again: "Princess Yunjin, today Jiang brought some brothers from Hongcheng Jianzong of Yunxiang County to Yunjin Fairy Boat to watch you dance."

"I also hope that the princess will give Jiang some face."

Yunxiang County, adjacent to Shuxi County, has a vast territory and many masters.

Hongcheng Sword Sect is the first sect in Yunxiang County.

Hearing Jiang Chongyang's introduction, discussions erupted in the fairy boat.

People from Hongcheng Jianzong came to Shuxi County, and the third son of the Jiang family received him. What does it mean?

Liao Chen also had a serious expression on his face.

"Hongcheng Sword Sect has long had the heart to rule the sects of the three counties. Could it be that this is really going to invade the cultivation world in Western Shu?"

Confucianism and Taoism in Zhongzhou suppressed the world, but they didn't care much about things in the practice world.

The rise and fall of these practice sects, as long as they don't go too far, the Confucianism and Taoism of the imperial dynasty will not care.

But the world of practice also belongs to the world of Zhongzhou, and the turmoil in the world of practice will affect the ordinary world no matter what.

Especially Fujin Commercial Bank, a family of merchants who rely on the world of practice to gather wealth.

Fujin Commercial Bank's main business is in Jinchuan City, but they also need to connect with various counties and counties to deliver goods.

The practice world is really in chaos, and their cargo airship might not be able to get out of Jinchuan City.

"Master Jiang, I, Yunjin Xianzhou, have my own rules."

On the top floor of the fairy boat, there was a voice.

Gentle, lively, and uninspired.

Princess Yunjin.

Princess Yunjin was on the fairy boat, and even responded to Jiang Chongyang aloud.

In the lobby, countless people looked up.

At this time, many people have complicated emotions in their hearts.

On the one hand, it is natural to hope to see Princess Yunjin's Heavenly Immortal Dance.

On the other hand, I don't want Jinchuan's number one beauty to actually perform dances.

Even if the dance is presented, there should be those amazing and talented Confucian scholars who are famous for their good poems and essays, so that the princess will take the initiative to perform the dance, instead of being invited by a merchant's family to perform the dance.

Mere merchants.

"The rules of Yunjin Fairy Ark?" Jiang Chongyang laughed, then turned to look at the men in green robes behind him.

"Senior brothers, whether you can watch Princess Yunjin dance or not depends on your talents."

Hearing his words, those men in green robes looked at each other.

A Taoist in his thirties stood up, walked slowly to the window, and said indifferently: "The rules on this cloud brocade fairy boat are that poetry weighs a boat, so it is qualified to ask the princess to dance, right?"

His gaze swept across the lobby below, and then from the surrounding attics.

"Under Hongcheng Jianzong Luo Wuyang, there just happens to be a poem, please comment."

After finishing speaking, he put his hands behind his back and looked up at the top floor of the cabin: "Luo visited Huayangzong in Western Shu last year. He saw mountains, rivers and mountains, all of which are beautiful, and wrote a poem."

"Lingyanghua, the three peaks, big and small, all belong to the He family now. In the past, the fairy went to the crane on the top of the cloud, and the spring bloomed in the land of Shu."

The poems are neat and the words are ordinary.

But the information revealed in it is extraordinary!

Huayang Sect!

Sitting where he was, Liao Chen clenched his fists tightly, showing a hint of fear on his face.

"Huayang Sect? Wasn't Huayang Sect destroyed last year?" Someone whispered in the lobby.

"Yes, last year in Huayangzong, the three peaks were cut off, and the sect was extinct." Someone looked up at Luo Wuyang who was standing in front of the hanging window with fear in his eyes.

Hearing the discussion below, Luo Wuyang's complexion remained unchanged, and he smiled faintly: "Indeed, the three peaks of Huayang are now making an ornament on the back mountain of my Hongcheng Sword Sect."

Destroy other sects, cut off the three peaks, and take them to Hongcheng Jianzong in Yunxiang County for display.

This kind of domineering behavior instantly stunned everyone.

Even those crazy Confucian scholars also turned pale and dared not speak for a while.

Luo Wuyang laughed and looked around: "Everyone, do you think my poem is qualified to ask the princess to dance?"

Everyone he saw turned their faces away.

Are they talking about poetry?

What people are talking about is the general trend of Hongcheng Jianzong annexing the practice circles of the three counties!

Today's invitation to the princess to have a dance is false, but it is true to test all parties in western Sichuan.

Hongcheng Sword Sect has formed an alliance with Tianyun Dao Sect to unify the practice world in western Shu.

Now, it is time to test the reaction of the West Prince's Mansion in Xishu Town.

At such a time, who dares to speak up?

The room was silent.

"Mr. Han, tell me, are his poems good or not?" In the attic, Tan Tan lowered his voice and said.

Her voice was not loud, but it was too quiet at this moment, and she was heard by countless people immediately.

All eyes turned to the attic where Han Muye and the others were staying.

"It's from Fujin Commercial Company." In the lobby, someone said softly.

"Fujin Trading Company? The Liao family would not dare to offend the Jiang family, right? If there is a real fight, the Jiang family will prevent the Liao family's goods from coming out of Jinchuan City." Someone shook his head and sighed.

I thought someone could rescue the princess.

In the attic opposite, Luo Wuyang narrowed his eyes, and there was a cold sword light flashing in his eyes.

Standing behind him, Jiang Chongyang took a step forward and looked at Liao Chen who was sitting in the attic.

"It turned out to be Liao Shiqi."

Looking at Liao Chen, a trace of disdain flashed across Jiang Chongyang's face, and he said loudly, "Liao Shiqi, what do you think of my brother Luo's poems?"

The Confucian scholars in the lobby all looked up at Han Muye and his attic.

After all, it is one of the three major commercial firms in Jinchuan City. At this time, maybe there will be some resistance?

"Brother Jiang, aren't you embarrassing me?" Liao Chen stood up, cupped his hands and said, "It's not like you don't know me. How can I understand this poem?"

don't know.

In Jinchuan City, the sons of the three major commercial firms said that they don't understand poetry?

Ha ha.

Hearing Liao Chen's words, Jiang Chongyang laughed in satisfaction, and just about to speak, Luo Wuyang who was standing in front of him suddenly said: "Tell me, how about my poem?"

His gaze was fixed on Han Muye.

Liao Chen was taken aback, and hurriedly cupped his hands: "Senior Brother Luo, my friend is new to Jinchuan, and I don't know much about poetry."

At this time, if Mr. Han said a few ugly words, he would offend the Jiang family and Hongcheng Jianzong.

It's just that before Liao Chen finished speaking, Han Muye's voice sounded: "You say I don't understand poetry?"