Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 338 - Looking at the Red Flowers, Wet with Rain at Dawn, Really Reading for a Night (2)

Chapter 338: Looking at the Red Flowers, Wet with Rain at Dawn, Really Reading for a Night (2)

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Jiang Chongyang, who was staying in the loft, gritted his teeth and glanced at Han Muye. He did not take the right path and flew out of the immortal ship.

After these people left, the hall erupted in cheers.

With just a few words, Han Muye made those cultivators lower their heads and refute the Young Master of the Jiang family until he fled. Such methods were the true way of the Confucian Dao!

Confucianism was not just about poetry, zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

In the Confucian Dao, there was a saying that one could travel a thousand miles with a single word. A single word could defeat 10,000 troops!

In the hall, they advanced to recite a poem and shouted that this poem was a hundred times better than before. They shouted for Han Muye to meet them and invited him to compose a poem.

Cheerful and unrestrained.

Han Muye shook his head and looked at Liao Chen behind him. “I’ve seen Jinchuan. It’s almost time to leave, right?”

Hearing his words, a strange expression appeared on Liao Chen’s face. “Brother Han, your romance hasn’t started yet.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a voice came from the door.

“Young Master Liao, the princess invites your good friend to the top cabin.”

Liao Chen looked at Han Muye with a smile.

…

On the top floor of the Cloud Brocade Immortal Ship, in the quiet loft, Han Muye pushed open the window and looked into the distance.

Han Muye swore that he did not go to the top floor to see the number one beauty in Jinchuan.

He came here because he wanted to stand on the highest floor of the immortal ship and look at the scenery outside.

Really.

However, just as he looked out of the window, the loft’s door was pushed open.

The white-robed, purple-crowned young heir of the Western Garrison King ran toward Han Muye.

“Let me tell you, you’re not allowed to compose poems later, do you hear me?” Glaring at Han Muye, Princess Yunduan waved her fists again and lowered her voice. “Also, if my sister dances for you, you’re not allowed to look.”

With that, she turned and ran out the door. Then she turned and waved her fists before closing the door.

When the door opened again, a beautiful woman in a light purple dress walked in.

Even though he had guessed that Princess Yunjin would be beautiful in female clothes, Han Muye still felt a little stunned when he saw her in person.

She was as gentle as a light cloud and as beautiful as a blooming flower.

The beauty of Jinchuan was different.

“Yunjin thanks Young Master for helping me out today.”

Seeing that Han Muye’s eyes were clear and not distracted at all, Princess Yunjin took a few steps forward and bowed slightly.

Hearing her words, Han Muye’s expression did not change. He said calmly, “In Jinchuan City, on the Cloud Brocade Immortal Ship, even a Heaven Realm cultivator won’t dare to be impudent.

“If Han Mu doesn’t speak today, someone else will.”

Ordinary Confucianists in the hall could not see through this, but could not the various forces in the loft?

He didn’t say anything because he didn’t want to offend the Jiang family.

If these people did not say anything, could it be that Princess Yunjin did not have anyone useful?

Today, it seemed that Princess Yunjin had been forced into a corner and might even have to dance. In fact, she was just deliberately provoking the Confucianists in the hall.

This resentment could also be converted into popularity.

After becoming a Confucianist Grandmaster, Han Muye could see through it even more.

To him, the will of the people that he easily obtained was something that the Central Continent cultivators were desperately looking for.

All her thoughts were exposed by Han Muye. Princess Yunjin chuckled and looked up. “Young Master, no matter what, you’re the one who helped Yunjin out today.

“Now, you can make a request to Yunjin.

“Yunjin will do her best.”

There seemed to be water vapor flashing in Princess Yunjin’s eyes.

Her gaze was lovely.

Han Muye glanced at her and said, “Can I really make any request?”

Princess Yunjin bit her lip and nodded gently.

That look was really tempting.

Han Muye pondered for a moment and said, “I want to see the Confucianist books in the King’s Mansion.”

As soon as he finished speaking, confusion flashed across Princess Yunjin’s eyes.

It wasn’t what she thought at all.

“Why, is it inconvenient?”

Seeing that she was silent, Han Muye spoke.

Princess Yunjin shook her head and said, “It’s not inconvenient, but you can’t take this book with you.”

After a pause, she looked up at Han Muye. “You can only read it for one night.”

One night was enough.

Seeing Han Muye nod, Princess Yunjin flipped her palm, and a few ancient books appeared in her palm.

Han Muye walked to the desk and swept away the fruits and wine on it. Then he reached out and the books landed on the desk.

These were all the treasures of the Western Garrison King’s Mansion.

Although the royal family did not have much power, treasures were not something outsiders could have.

Flipping open the books one by one, the Spell of the Mortal World in Han Muye’s divine spot vibrated, and the Great Spirit kept circulating.

However, he was now in the grandmaster realm. The Great Spirit all over his body was locked in his soul and fused with his body. Even if the Great Spirit surged, it did not show at all.

Han Muye’s Great Spirit was cultivated by chance and relied on the Spell of the Mortal World.

Although he had cultivated some Confucian cultivation techniques and read some books in the Sword Sect’s library, how could it compare to the treasures of the Central Continent’s Imperial Family?

The words in the book turned into images that appeared in Han Muye’s mind.

The cultivation process, divine powers, and travel memoirs.

These books involved Confucian cultivation, understanding of the Confucian Dao, Seniors’ comprehension, and so on.

All of this was what Han Muye was lacking now.

As soon as the Confucian Dao cultivator said that, the method of accompanying the Heaven and Earth powers turned out to be a Confucian Dao divine power.

The scene of poetry becoming a soldier was called the Confucian Dao Way of War.

Using poetry as a battle, using ink as a soldier, turning a brush into an army, and following the law with his words, the literary qi, the will of the people, and the Great Spirit permeated the world. One word could fight against 10,000 troops. How carefree!

Various Confucian Dao methods appeared in Han Muye’s mind, making him want to test them out.