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 in front of him.

This young man's lips are red and his teeth are white, his face is like powder, and his body is a little more delicate, but his eyes are fierce, revealing a lot of resentment.

"It turned out that the prince was here," Liao Chen also saw the young man, and bowed down with a smile: "The villain is just confused for a while, and he said nonsense, so he can't be true." ”

He arched his hand as he spoke.

This young man is the prince of Zhenxi, so it's no wonder he is angry, after all, he is talking about his sister, even if there is no saying in the Zhongzhou Dynasty that women are not allowed to show their heads.

Liao Chen made amends, although Xiao Shizi was still angry, he didn't chase after him, raised his eyes and glared at Han Muye, turned around and walked towards the cabin.

Seeing him leave, Liao Chen got up and bowed his hand apologetically to Han Muye, and then said in a low voice: "The king of Zhenxi is obsessed with cultivation, and the heirs are difficult, and the little county lord Yun Satin was raised as a son since he was a child. ”

I see.

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

Several women in pink came forward, and Han Muye waved his hand.

He wasn't self-conscious, but he wasn't interested in it.

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

The cabins are vast and luxuriously furnished.

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

This kind of pearl, one will cost a hundred spirit stones.

There are also all kinds of hanging ornaments, all of which are made of the finest spiritual materials.

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

Around, many women in colorful clothes walked through like butterflies.

On the pillars of the four walls of the cabin, all kinds of calligraphy and paintings are hung.

There are also some pink and white walls, there are also all kinds of handwriting, some are delicate, some are crazy, some are messy, and some are regular.

"Those Confucian and Taoist practitioners who can only stay in this hall always feel that their talents are extraordinary, and just a poem can impress the woman in this fairy boat."

"It's not wrong, there is a poem everywhere on the Jinchuan River, and the story of the fairy marrying is introduced."

Stretching out his hand and pointing at the words on the wall, Liao Chen shook his head and said, "It's just that if you only have some talent and no family wealth, how can the woman on the fairy boat take a fancy to it?" ”

"Those stories that are circulating are just to attract people to Xianzhou and accumulate people's hope."

Accumulate popularity.

That's the real purpose.

Before, Han Muye could see that there was a gathering of hope on the Yunjin Immortal Boat.

It seems that the Zhongzhou cultivation world has really used all kinds of means for the sake of popularity.

The cultivation circles in Western Xinjiang pay attention to wealth and law, and Zhongzhou puts people's expectations first.

"Then Han, if Han Gongzi writes a poem, will it attract a fairy to marry?" Tan Tan, who was following behind, looking 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, this person's character and appearance, family wealth, can also lead fairies to move mortal hearts." ”

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

Whether it is Han Muye or Liao Chen, their identity and bearing are not comparable to ordinary Confucian and Taoist cultivators.

Some recognized Liao Chen and whispered a few words in a low voice.

Fujin Commercial Bank, one of the three major commercial banks in Jinchuan, is rich in wealth, and it can be described as a rich and half-city.

Suddenly, many women had different expressions in their eyes.

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

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

This loft has a view of the river outside, as well as the singing and dancing in the lobby.

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

Han Muye sat there and listened to Liao Chen's whispered interesting stories on the Jinchuan River.

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

Kong Chaode, who was born in Zhongzhou, has heard a lot of similar stories, but from time to time he echoes a few words.

Lin Shen was not interested in any of this, and stood with his arms crossed, his eyes narrowed.

Tan Tan blinked his eyes wide, completely attracted by the love and hatred in it.

That's the red dust thing.

The love in the world is the most heartbreaking.

Han Muye sat there, the folding fan in his hand shook gently, his face was indifferent, and the golden light of the red dust spell in the divine treasure flashed.

The hope and the aura of the people passed through his body, turning into an invisible spiritual light.

At this moment, his divine thoughts were divided into two, one remained in his body to comprehend the boundless red dust, and the other part, hanging high in the sky, and merged with the endless Jinchuan River.

The great river flows, and it has never stopped for thousands of years.

The mind falls on the river, and it seems that you can feel the silent emotions in it.

Mountains and rivers, have emotions?

Perhaps, really?

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

A trickle of water merges into a river.

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

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

There are light songs and dances on the river, and there are literati and ink writers.

This river is the opportunity for the survival of all peoples, and it is also the condensation of the water veins of heaven and earth.

The Geumcheon River and the Kincheon Castle coexist.

Did man make the great river, or did the great river feed the people?

Han Muye's divine thoughts looked up and looked ahead.

Over there, it's in the direction of the Castle-gun Shofu of Geumcheon.

"Hum—"

A golden light rose from the castle.

A phantom appeared.

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

It was just a search, but nothing was found, and then it dispersed.

When the god dispersed the phantom, Han Muye's divine soul power dropped slightly, returning to the main body.

In the process, he saw that on the top floor of the Xianzhou, the little county lord in men's clothes was talking to a young man in a purple robe.

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

The eyebrows are picturesque, the phoenix eyes are affectionate, although wearing men's clothes, this style is still a glamorous appearance.

If you wear women's clothes and dance lightly, you really don't fall into the name of the first beauty in Jinchuan.

It seems that this is the Lord of Yunjin.

Han Muye's divine soul only glanced slightly, and then returned to the main body, and became one with the red dust spell in the divine treasure.

He chuckled into his face.

He has experienced this kind of soul division scene several times.

Either at the beginning of the practice of the strong and horizontal exercises, the divine soul leads, or during the great war, the divine soul power is urged to the extreme.

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

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

These water droplets are the accumulation of the power of the water veins of the Geumcheon River.

With this drop of water, his water system is infinitely affinity.

Before he was favored by the heaven and earth in the western frontier, the earth vein affinity was full level, he could touch the earth with his feet, and his body was undefeated.

At this time, with this drop of water in his body, he can walk freely in the water veins of the world, and he can also attract the intimacy of the water demon clan.

Moreover, when alchemy, it is much more convenient to use the power of water veins to make alchemy.

The power of the water veins soothes the meridians of the body, and the blazing strength of his Jiuyang Gong just complements each other.

Unexpected surprise.

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

At the beginning of the lanterns, the lights on the river are like day.

Man dance light song, heaven and earth are crisp.

"It's so good to be a man......" Lying on the long case, looking at the graceful light dance below, Tan Tan said in a low voice.

Han Muye shook his head.

Tan Tan, who grew up in Qingmang Mountain, of course thought that the mortals on the Jinchuan River were wonderful, but she didn't know that there were not only songs and dances in this red dust, but also birth, old age, sickness and death, as well as poverty.

Today, Tan Tan only sees the most glamorous side of the Geumcheon River.

She couldn't see the dry bones at the bottom of the Nishikawa River.

The show in the lobby below is truly exciting.

There is a group of dancers, women who look like fairies, stretching on the high platform or water sleeves, slender waists and bonesless, raising hands and feet, weak as water, which makes people feel love and pity.

There is also a woman wearing brocade clothes, holding the cloud board, matching silk and bamboo behind her, every word, singing loudly into the clouds, after the song is finished, the cabin is silent.

The song is good, the dance is good, and it makes people nostalgic and don't want to return.

In the lobby, there were already many people intoxicated.

Some green-shirted scribes chanted the names and surnames of the women on the stage, shouting that Fei Qing would not marry.

There is the Confucian scholar who is falling, holding a wine glass, swaying, chanting poems that no one can understand, laughing and crying, crying and laughing.

Sitting on a high place and watching this scenery is very meaningful.

Liao Chen turned his head and saw that Han Muye's eyes were bright, he was slightly stunned, and then shook his head and said, "Brother Han is really not an ordinary person, looking at this appearance, he can transcend the outside world." ”

Transcendent.

Han Muye's gaze looked at the attic around him.

Many of these attics are sitting.

These people sit high in the lobby, looking down on the various states below, and can use this to sharpen their hearts.

The green-shirted scribe who shouted the woman's name and surname didn't know that the woman who was unattainable in his life, these attic people only needed to call, and they would be able to stay in the boudoir tonight.

Those down-and-out Confucian students who cry and laugh may not know that the fairy who he can't forget in this life may have been abandoned by someone in the attic.

Zhongzhou is prosperous, and it is difficult to hide that the world is cold.

At this moment, on Han Muye's body, a faint aura moved slightly, and then disappeared.

But this haoran aura flashed slightly, and Liao Chen's whole body trembled, completely stunned.

Haoran Qi and people are in harmony, the world of human law, the realm of grandmasters!

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

Shuxi didn't see the grandmaster, and Liao Chen also heard the rumors about the grandmaster.

But he knows that those who can become grandmasters in the world are all famous all over the world, and their literary names suppress one party.

Each of them has long since known how many years of cultivation.

How could the Han Mu Gongzi in front of him be a Confucianism and Taoism master?

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

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

"Uh, no, nothing." The only thing Liao Chen could think about was that he was dazzled.

He certainly wasn't dazzled.

Han Muye, who had already reached the peak of Confucianism and Taoism, had already reached the peak of his aura cultivation, and today he was watching the red dust from the attic of this immortal boat, and finally broke through and reached the realm of the grandmaster.

Hao Ran entered the Grandmaster Realm, and Han Muye suddenly realized many things in his heart that he had not understood before.

For example, the feeling of wandering outside is the second layer of the Heavenly Realm in the cultivation world, the out-of-body period.

The spirit detached from the body and traveled thousands of miles.

However, Han Muye did not really cultivate to the out-of-body stage, it was just a coincidence, and his own divine soul had such means.

He didn't know that the kind of behavior of the divine soul leaving the body without the slightest protection at all, if he met a strong person, he could wave his hand to make his soul fly.

He didn't die, what an ignorant person, a fluke.

At this time, Haoran Qi reached the Grandmaster Realm, and he could use Haoran Qi to transform his body, stay in the incarnation, and lock the soul.

This kind of means is the real power of Confucianism and Taoism, and the words are followed, and the mind travels thousands of miles day and night.

Haoran Qi protects the soul of the gods, and it is stronger than his own body.

Confucianism and Taoism Grandmaster, that is the existence above the Heavenly Realm Yuanying.

It's a pity that Han Muye doesn't have many Confucianism and Taoism methods in his hands now, and the power of Confucianism and Taoism is also suppressed by Heavenly Dao in Western Xinjiang, and he can't exert much power.

Otherwise, with this Confucian and Taoist cultivation, he can already go rampant when he returns to the western frontier.

"Lord Yunjin, can you dance today?" Just when Han Muye realized his own changes, 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 this Jiang Chongyang was.

The three major commercial houses in Jinchuan, the Liao family's Fujin, the Zhu family's Rongchuan, and the Jiang family's Shuxing.

These three firms each have the support of the forces behind them, the Liao family is behind the city lord of Jinchuan City, the Zhu family is the county guard, and the Jiang family is the Tianyun Dao Sect behind it.

There are not many heavenly realms in Shuxi County, and in Jinchuan City, the county guard Su Zizhan, the commander of Xuanyang Wei He Jing, and the commander of the Red Flame Army Zhuang Han are all suppressed by one side.

Outside Jinchuan City, among the cultivation sects, the Tianyun Dao Sect is respected, and there are two Heavenly Realms among them.

This kind of strength, as long as it does not offend the dynasty and does not oppose the county guard, it can run rampant in Shuxi County.

Zhongzhou can't help but practice, in addition to Confucianism and Taoism, other cultivation methods are also available.

"This Jiang Chongyang is not only the third son of the Jiang family, but also an elite disciple in the Tianyun Dao Sect." Liao Chen shook his head and said in a low voice: "Dao Confucian double cultivation, such a person is indeed a Jinchuan talent. ”

Only such a person dares to invite the lord of Yunjin County to dance on the Yunjin Immortal Boat.

In the eyes of the great sects, the royal family is just an empty shelf.

It doesn't need much respect.

Hearing that someone invited the Lord of Yunjin to dance, the entire hall suddenly fell silent.

It is said that the neon clothes and feathers of the lord of Yunjin are gorgeous, but no one has ever seen them.

The matter of the Yunjin County Lord's dance, just like those stories, is conclusive, but it has never been seen.

In the past, there were also drunken words in the lobby, asking the county lord to dance, but the result was all to no avail.

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

I didn't expect that Jiang Chongyang really spoke out today and invited the county lord to dance.

Han Muye looked ahead, and through the open hanging window, he could see that the purple-clothed young man who had just spoken out was standing in front of the window, bowing slightly, and in the attic of the quiet room behind him, there were several green-robed people.

The shape and bearing of these people can be seen to be extraordinary.

Seeing that no one answered, Jiang Chongyang, who was wearing a purple robe, spoke up again: "Lord Yunjin County, today Jiang led several senior brothers from the Hongcheng Sword Sect of Yunxiang County to come to Yunjin Xianzhou, just to watch you dance." ”

"I also hope that the county lord will give Jiang a certain face."

Yunxiang County, adjacent to Shuxi County, has a wide area and many masters.

Hongcheng Sword Sect is the first sect in Yunxiang County.

Hearing Jiang Chongyang's introduction, among the immortal boats, there was a sudden discussion.

The people of Hongcheng Sword Sect came to Shuxi County, or the third son of the Jiang family received them, what does this mean?

Liao Chen's expression on his face was also solemn.

"The Hongcheng Sword Sect has long had the intention of dominating the sects of the three counties, could it be that this is really going to invade the cultivation realm of Shuxi?"

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

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

But the cultivation world also belongs to the Zhongzhou world, and the turmoil in the cultivation world will affect the mundane world.

Especially a family of businessmen like Fujin Commercial House who rely on the world of cultivation to gather wealth.

The main business of Fujin Trading Company is in Jinchuan City, but they also need to cooperate with various counties and counties to transport goods.

The cultivation world is really in chaos, and their cargo flying boats may not be able to get out of Jinchuan City.

"Third Prince Jiang, my Yunjin Xianzhou has its own rules."

On the top floor of the fairy boat, a voice came.

Warm, smart, and intoxicating.

Lord of Yunjin.

The county lord of Yunjin was on the immortal boat, and he also responded to Jiang Chongyang.

In the lobby, countless people looked up.

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

On the one hand, it is natural to hope to see the heavenly immortal dance of the lord of Yunjin.

On the other hand, I don't want the first beauty of Jinchuan to really dance.

Even if he dances, there should be such amazing and brilliant Confucian scholars, who have spread good poems for thousands of miles with their fame, leading the county lord to take the initiative to dance, rather than being invited by a child of a merchant family to dance.

Just a businessman.

"The rules of Yunjin Immortal Boat?" Jiang Chongyang laughed and turned his head to look at the green-robed people behind him.

"Senior brothers, whether you can watch the Yunjin County Lord dance depends on the talent of your senior brothers."

Hearing his words, the green-robed people looked at each other.

A Taoist in his thirties stood up, walked slowly to the window, and said lightly: "The rule on this Yunjin Immortal Boat is to press a boat with poems, and you are qualified to invite the county lord to dance, right?" ”

His gaze swept over the lobby below, then over the surrounding attics.

"In Xia Hongcheng Sword Sect Luo is unharmed, there is just a poem, please evaluate."

After speaking, he put his hands behind his back and looked up at the top floor of the cabin: "Luo Mou visited Huayangzong in Shuxi last year, and saw that the mountains, rivers and rivers are all beautiful, and he made a poem. ”

"The three peaks of the big and small Lingyanghua, the spirit traces all belong to the He family today. In the past, the fairy was on the top of the clouds, and the spring of Shu opened the clouds and Hunan flowers. ”

The poems are neat, and the words and sentences are ordinary.

But the message revealed is extraordinary!

Huayang Sect!

Liao Chen, who was sitting in place, clenched his fists and showed a trace of horror on his face.

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

"Yes, last year, the three peaks of the Huayang Sect were cut off, and the sect was wiped out." Someone looked up at Luo Wuxian, who was standing in front of the hanging window, with fear in his eyes.

Hearing the discussion below, Luo Wuxian's face remained unchanged, and he smiled faintly and said, "Indeed, the three peaks of Huayang are now making an ornament in the back mountain of my Hongcheng Sword Sect." ”

Destroyed the sect, cut off the three peaks, and took it to the Hongcheng Sword Sect in Yunxiang County to make decorations.

Such a domineering act instantly suppressed everyone.

Even those crazy Confucian scholars were also pale and did not dare to speak for a while.

Luo Wuxian laughed and looked around: "Everyone, do you think that my poem is qualified to invite the county lord to dance?" ”

Those who were seen by him turned their faces away.

Are people talking about poetry?

What people are talking about is the general trend of Hongcheng Sword Sect's annexation of the cultivation world of the three counties!

Today's invitation to the county lord to dance is fake, and it is true to test all parties in Shuxi.

The Hongcheng Sword Sect has formed an alliance with the Tianyun Dao Sect to unify the cultivation world in Western Shu.

Now, it is to test the reaction of the Xiwang Mansion in Xishu Town.

Who would dare to speak out at such times?

There was silence.

"Han Gongzi, you say, is his poetry good or bad?" In the attic, Tan Tan lowered his voice and spoke.

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

One by one, their eyes fell on the attic where Han Muye was.

"It's from Fujin Firm." In the lobby, someone spoke softly.

"Fujin Commercial Bank? I'm afraid the Liao family won't dare to offend the Jiang family, right? If it is really a fight, the Jiang family can make the Liao family's goods unable to get out of Jinchuan City. Someone shook his head and sighed.

I thought someone could relieve the county lord.

In the attic opposite, Luo Wuxian's eyes narrowed, and a cold sword light flashed in his eyes.

Jiang Chongyang, who was standing behind him, stepped forward and looked at Liao Chen, who was sitting in the attic.

"It turned out to be Liao Seventeen."

Looking at Liao Chen, a trace of disdain flashed on Jiang Chongyang's face, and he said loudly: "Liao Seventeen, you say, how is my Senior Brother Luo's poems?" ”

The Confucian students in the lobby all looked up at Han Muye and their attic.

After all, it is one of the three major trading houses in Jinchuan City, at this time, maybe there will be a struggle?

"Third Brother Jiang, aren't you embarrassing me?" Liao Chen stood up and arched his hand: "It's not that you don't know me, how can I understand this poetry and article?" ”

I don't understand.

In Jinchuan City, the sons of the three major trading houses say that they don't understand poetry?

Hehe.

Hearing Liao Chen's words, Jiang Chongyang laughed with satisfaction, and was just about to speak, Luo Wuxian, who was standing in front of him, suddenly said, "You say, how is my poem?" ”

His gaze was fixed on Han Muye.

Liao Chen was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly arched his hand: "This Senior Brother Luo, my friend is new to Jinchuan, and he doesn't know much about poetry. ”

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

It's just that Liao Chen didn't finish speaking, and Han Muye's voice sounded: "You say I don't understand poetry?" ”