Liao Chen was shocked.

Oops!

He Liao Chen is used to being a businessman who is sent to us, and in this situation, he subconsciously has to think about how to protect himself.

But Han Mu Gongzi is not!

This is a Confucian scholar who traveled the world at a young age.

This is a hero introduced by Mr. Dongfang himself!

Liao Chen sighed lightly, turned around, and bowed to Han Muye: "Brother Han, I was wrong. ”

Han Muye stood up, his face was indifferent, but he didn't stretch out his hand to help him.

"No wonder Dongfang Shu doesn't recognize your Liao family disciples as disciples, ups and downs of businessmen, and even my Confucian and Taoist cultivation has been lost?"

Han Muye looked at the opposite windowsill and looked at Jiang Chongyang and Luo Wuxian.

"I, Han Mu, have traveled all over the world, fit with the Tao, and poetry and articles come at hand, you say I don't understand poetry?"

Fit with the Word!

Poetry articles are at your fingertips!

When these words came out, Jiang Chongyang and Luo Wuxian on the other side both looked pale and sank.

Below, everyone looked up and quietly looked at Han Muye standing in front of the windowsill.

On the top floor of the cabin, the little county lord Qin Yunsatin, who was wearing a moon-white robe, came to the side of the county lord Yunjin: "Sister, this is the person." ”

She had already sued the Lord of Yunjin just now, but her sister didn't pay attention to her, which made her a little depressed.

But at this time, her eyes revealed a bright light: "Sister, you say, can this guy make a good poem and compare to that person in the Hongcheng Sword Sect?" ”

"Even if you dance to show him, you are more optimistic than dancing to the people of Hongcheng Sword Sect."

Speaking of this, she was stunned for a moment, and then stretched out her hand to hug the county lord of Yunjin: "No, no one will show it." ”

Lord Yunjin laughed, reached out and touched her head, and then said in a low voice: "I hope he can have this style and courage." ”

Wen Cai overpowered Luo Wuxian, not to mention, but also had the courage to be the enemy of the Hongcheng Sword Sect.

Ordinary people don't have that kind of courage.

"Traveling the world?" Luo Wuxian stared at Han Muye, with an inexplicable smile on his face: "Then you must come to my Hongcheng Sword Sect." ”

"Most of the scenery of the three counties has been collected by my Hongcheng Sword Sect, if you don't come, it's a pity."

"Okay." Han Muye nodded and said seriously, "I'll naturally go and take a look." ”

Hearing his words, Luo Wuxian's face showed an arrogant smile: "Good, good, in the end, he is a serious Confucian student, and he is still a little arrogant." ”

"This poem of mine was obtained by a half-hung Confucian and Taoist practitioner."

"Tell me, is this poem good or bad?"

Behind him, the blue-robed men also stood up.

The aura and sword intent on these people flashed, and they were obviously profoundly cultivated.

Confucianism and Taoism practitioners get poetry.

"You said you were half-, what can you do?" Han Muye shook his head.

Not so good.

Luo Wuxian's face sank.

This is provoking the Hongcheng Sword Sect.

"Yunjin Xianzhou rules, since you said that this poem is not very good, then make a poem." Jiang Chongyang looked at Han Muye and spoke in a deep voice.

Make a poem and overpower each other?

Han Muye shook his head.

Not interested.

Jiang Chongyang frowned, and before he could speak, he heard Han Muye say loudly: "There are many people who can make poems that exceed this, don't believe you ask." ”

Jiang Chongyang looked down at the lobby below, and said coldly: "I think who dares today-"

"Zhongzhou is the Zhongzhou of Confucianism and Taoism." Han Muye's voice interrupted his words.

"Today, some people dare to suppress Confucianism, and in other days, some people dare to break through Jinchuan and break the imperial city."

Han Muye's voice was full of deafening pride: "Confucianism and Taoism have suppressed Zhongzhou's luck for tens of thousands of years, and today there are people who have suppressed Confucianism and Taoism in Jinchuan City. ”

"You guys, are you going to rebel?"

Anti?

Who would dare?

Jiang Chongyang's face turned white and his eyes widened.

Luo Wuxuan and the others beside him also had a solemn face, staring at Han Muye.

The hat button is too big for anyone to bear.

On the top floor of the cabin, the eyes of the Lord of the Cloud Satin County were clear.

The Yunjin County Lord on the side lowered his head, and through the rushing curtain, his eyes fell on Han Muye.

Han Muye seemed to realize it and looked up.

"This, Childe, have you said that?"

"Things in the cultivation world, divided and combined, actually have nothing to do with the dynasty." Jiang Chongyang suppressed the emotions in his heart and spoke lowly.

"Unrelated?" Han Muye raised his eyebrows and said lightly: "You have nothing to do with Su Zizhan." ”

"You go and tell He Jing that it has nothing to do."

"You go and tell Zhuang Han that it has nothing to do."

After a pause, looking at Jiang Chongyang, whose face was bloodless, Han Muye said coldly: "Or, do you have the courage to say this to Wen Mosheng." ”

Shuxi County Shou Su Zi Exhibition.

He Jing, the commander of Xuanyang Wei of Shuxi County.

Zhuang Han, the commander of the Red Flame Army of Shuxi County.

Imperial literature, Confucianism and Taoism are the most holy texts.

Throughout the cabin, a pin drop can be heard.

Jiang Chongyang's face changed red, but he didn't dare to say a word.

The whole world is not the king's land.

Confucianism and Taoism emphasize the outer king and the inner sage.

Be gentle and inactive to your own people, and be iron-blooded against your enemies.

Dare to divide the line with Confucianism and Taoism, Xuanyang Wei will teach you to be reincarnated.

The Hongcheng Sword Sect is strong, no matter how strong the cultivation sect is, it must bow its head in front of Confucianism and Taoism!

Beside Luo Wuxian, a middle-aged man in his forties waved his hand and asked Jiang Chongyang to step back.

He took a step forward and looked at Han Muye: "This son is a good debater. ”

He raised his hand and arched his hand towards the top of the cabin, and then said, "The scenery of Jinchuan is really extraordinary. ”

"After all, we cultivators are people from the mountains and wilderness, and we can't be contaminated like smoke and dust, so we will leave."

With that, he flicked his sleeves and flew out from the windowsill on the other side.

Luo Wuxiao and the others also flew away.

Let's go.

It's just that he doesn't even leave a few words to save face.

Jiang Chongyang, who stayed in the attic, gritted his teeth and glanced at Han Muye, and did not take the right path, and flew out of the fairy boat.

When the men were finished, there was a roar of cheers in the lobby.

In a few words, those cultivators bowed their heads, and the sons of the Jiang family fled in the wilderness, such means are Confucianism!

Confucianism and Taoism are not only poetry and songs, but also piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Confucianism and Taoism, there is still a word that can be decided for thousands of miles, and one word can be defeated by ten thousand armies!

In the lobby, he chanted poems loudly, shouting that this poem was a hundred times better than before, and loudly called Han Muye to meet him, and asked him to compose a poem.

Cheer and let loose the wreckage.

Han Muye shook his head and looked at Liao Chen behind him: "I've also seen this Jinchuan Fengyue, so it's almost time to leave, right?" ”

Hearing his words, Liao Chen's face showed a strange color: "Brother Han, your Jinchuan Fengyue hasn't started yet." ”

His voice fell, and a voice came from the doorway.

"Young Master Liao, the county lord invites your friend to go up to the top cabin to see you."

Liao Chen looked at Han Muye with a smile on his face.

……

On the top floor of Yunjin Xianzhou, in the Jingya attic, Han Muye pushed open the window door and looked into the distance.

Han Muye assured that going to the top floor was not for the first beauty in Jinchuan.

When I came here, I just wanted to stand on the top floor of the fairy boat and see the scenery of the stars and moon hanging low outside.

It's true.

It was only when he looked out the window that the attic door had been pushed open with a "squeak".

The little prince of Zhenxi Wangfu, who was white-robed and purple-crowned, ran in front of Han Muye.

"I'm telling you, you're not allowed to compose poetry later, do you hear that?" Staring at Han Muye, the county lord of Yun Satin waved his fist again and lowered his voice: "Also, if my sister dances for you, you are not allowed to watch it." ”

With that, she turned around and ran out the door, then turned her head and waved her fist again, and then closed the door.

When the door opened again, it was a beautiful woman wearing a lilac dress and a golden step in her hair.

Even if he had guessed that the Lord of Yunjin would be beautiful in women's clothes, Han Muye still felt a little amazing when he saw it at this time.

Warm as light clouds, delicate as flowers.

The beauty of the Nishiki River is not the same.

"Yunjin, thank you Gongzi for breaking the siege today."

Seeing that Han Muye's eyes were clear and there was no trace of distraction, the Lord of Yunjin took a few steps forward and bowed slightly.

Hearing her words, Han Muye's expression remained unchanged, and he said lightly: "Being in Jinchuan City, above the Yunjin Immortal Boat, even if the Heavenly Realm is overhauled, I don't dare to be presumptuous in the slightest. ”

"Han Mu didn't open his mouth today, so naturally someone else spoke."

Those ordinary Confucian students in the lobby can't see through this, and those forces in the attic can't see through it?

If you don't say anything, you just don't want to offend the Jiang family.

These people are silent, is it possible that the Yunjin County Lord has no one who can be used?

Today's situation seems that the county lord of Yunjin has been forced to a poor place, and may even come out to dance, but in fact, she is just deliberately provoking the resentment in the hearts of those Confucian students in the hall.

This anger can also be transformed into hope.

After becoming a Confucian and Taoist master, Han Muye saw it more thoroughly.

For him, the popularity that came at his fingertips was something that Zhongzhou cultivators were desperately seeking.

All his thoughts were broken by Han Muye, and the county lord of Yunjin raised his head with a chuckle: "Childe, no matter what, today is your voice to relieve Yunjin." ”

"Now, you can make a request to Yunjin."

"Yunjin will do its best."

In the eyes of the Lord of Yunjin, there seemed to be a flash of water vapor.

The gaze is clear, nothing more than that.

Han Muye's gaze swept over her, and then said, "Can you really ask for anything?" ”

Lord Yunjin bit his lip and nodded slightly.

That look is really tempting.

Han Muye pondered and said, "I want to see the Confucian and Taoist classics of the Zhenxi Palace. ”

When the words fell, a trace of confusion flashed in the eyes of the Yunjin County Lord.

Not at all what she thought.

"What, inconvenient?"

Seeing that she was silent, Han Muye spoke.

Lord Yunjin shook his head and said, "It's not that it's inconvenient, it's just that you can't take this book with you." ”

After a pause, she looked up at Han Muye: "I can only watch it for one night." ”

One night, that's enough.

Seeing Han Muye nodding, the Yunjin County Lord flipped his palm, and several simple books appeared in the palm of his hand.

Han Muye walked to the bookcase, raised his hand to sweep the melon and fruit wine off it, and then stretched out his hand to make a move, and the books fell on the bookcase.

These are the treasures of the Zhenxi Palace.

Although the royal family has no power, the treasures that can be treasured are not available to outsiders.

One book after another was opened, and the red dust curse in Han Muye's divine treasure vibrate, and the Haoran Qi continued to circulate.

However, he is now in the realm of a grandmaster, and his whole body is locked in his soul, and he is in harmony with his body, even if his aura is churning like boiling, it is not visible at all.

Han Muye's Haoran Qi was cultivated by chance, and it was all blessed by the Red Dust Mantra.

Although I have practiced some Confucianism and Taoism before, and I have read some classics in the Jianmen Library, how can it compare to the Zhongzhou royal family treasures?

The words of the book turned into pictures and appeared in Han Muye's mind.

The cultivation process, the means of supernatural powers, the scene of the travelogue.

These books deal with Confucian and Taoist practice, Confucian and Taoist opinions, and the perceptions of predecessors.

All this is exactly what Han Muye is lacking now.

As soon as the great Confucian monk said that the means of the power of heaven and earth to follow each other turned out to be Confucianism and Taoism.

The scene of the exit becoming a chapter and the poem becoming a soldier is called Confucianism and Taoism.

Take poetry as a battle, point ink as a soldier, wave the army, speak with the law, the literary tone, the people's hope, the heroic spirit, impregnate this world, one word can be against the army, it is really happy!

A variety of Confucian and Taoist methods manifested in Han Muye's mind, and he couldn't help but want to try it out.

But now is not the time.

He reads books very quickly, and when he books a book, he turns over the tea.

Moreover, he didn't read books randomly, reciting a few words softly from time to time, and commenting in a low voice.

Hearing his comment, Lord Yunjin's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly leaned over, looked at the sentence, and took out his pen and ink to quickly write down these words.

After he finished reading one, he changed it again.

At this time, he watched carefully, and he didn't even bother to take care of the first beauty in Jinchuan on his side.

The county lord of Yunjin was not annoyed, and while taking down Han Muye's comments on the side, he sorted out the book.

But after a while, Han Muye finished reading the books on the bookcase, and the lord of Yunjin put away the books and sent them another stack.

Approximately, this is the Red Sleeves Tim Book.

"Childe, where is the depth of the clouds you said just now, what does it mean that the wind and clouds do not exist?"

"Childe, is there any allusion to the previous sentence that a whale falls into all things?"

"Childe, Childe, what is the sentence behind the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains you just said, I didn't hear clearly."

……

Before you know it, the dawn dawns in the east.

Han Muye reached out to get the new book, but he felt empty, but it was soft.

Slightly stunned, he looked up and saw the Yunjin County Lord who had withdrawn his palm on the other side with a hint of resentment.

This night, Han Muye didn't even raise his head.

"Sorry, the night passed."

Han Muye shook his head and stood up with some regret.

I read hundreds of books in one night, and they are all precious classics of Confucianism and Taoism, and I have gained a lot.

Those dozens of Confucianism and Taoism supernatural powers turned into golden characters, existing in the sea of qi, and the sword intent in them reflected each other.

Divine power and sword intent have something in common.

After the activity, Han Muye arched his hand and said: "Thank you for being with the county lord all night, Han Mu said goodbye." ”

Why does this sound a little bit different?

Seeing Han Muye walking towards the pavilion gate, the county lord of Yunjin suddenly said in a low voice: "Master Han, last night you said that poetry and articles are all-encompassing, I don't know, maybe leave a poem for Yunjin?" ”

Leave a poem?

This Yunjin County Lord has helped him flip through the book all night, can this little wish be satisfied?

Han Muye nodded, walked to the bookcase, picked up the ink pen that the Yunjin County Lord had copied and commented on, and gently dropped the ink.

A poem was written, and he strode out of the attic.

As soon as the door was opened, the little county lord of cloud satin who was in front of the door almost didn't fall.

"You, you say, what did you and my sister do all night?" The little lord of cloud satin gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

"Read a book." After Han Muye finished speaking, he went straight downstairs.

"Reading a book?" The little county lord of cloud satin stared wide-eyed: "A lonely man and a widow all night, just read a book?" ”

She pushed open the half-hidden door, walked into the attic, and saw the Lord of Yunjin kneeling in front of the bookcase, neatly dressed, with all kinds of books and papers in front of him.

"Really reading books?"

The little lord of Yun Satin stepped forward curiously, and saw a poem on the page in front of Yun Jin.

"Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. The wild trails are dark, and the river boats are bright. Xiao looks at the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city. ”

After chanting a few lines of poetry, the face of the little county lord of cloud satin changed, and he stomped his feet fiercely.

"Xiao looks at the red wet place, Xiao looks at the red wet place, Deng disciple, and said that he didn't do anything, this is obviously everything......"

With a low scolding, she turned and ran out.

Yun Jin, who was sitting there, carefully folded the page, and looked at the stack of words he had written down in front of him, with a smile on his face.

"Yunjin Xianzhou rules, leave a poem, I want to dance, when, come and see me dance......"

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Outside Jincheon Castle.

Liao Chen looked at Han Muye with regret, and arched his hand: "Brother Han, really don't stay in Jinchuan for a few more days?" ”

As soon as he left Yunjin Xianzhou, Han Muye said loudly that he wanted to leave Jinchuan City.

Liao Chen jokingly asked if he would stay overnight in Xianzhou, afraid that students from all over the city would come to break through the door.

It's just that he didn't expect that Han Muye really decided to leave Jinchuan City.

"Geumcheon is good, but it's not my hometown." Han Muye shook his head and looked ahead: "I have gained a lot from coming here, and I am content." ”

Achieving the Confucianism and Taoism master, reaching a deal with Fujin Commercial Bank, and reading the royal classics, this trip to Zhongzhou, the harvest was abundant, beyond Han Muye's imagination.

Watching Han Muye lead Lin Shen and them away, Liao Chen had a complicated expression on his face.

Whether it was the pill sword business, or Han Muye's bearing and knowledge, it gave him a very deep feeling.

Last night, Han Muye was left at the top of the immortal boat overnight by the Yunjin County Lord.

It's hard to imagine such a thing.

Although I have heard of the county lord's dance, I have never heard of the county lord staying overnight.

What happened on the fairy boat this night?

"Seventeen sons! The master of the house calls you to return to the trading house quickly. A figure ran behind Liao Chen and spoke in a low voice.

Liao Chen nodded and followed him towards Jinchuan City.

"I heard that no, someone stayed on the top floor of Yunjin Xianzhou last night!" On both sides of the avenue, someone whispered.

"Of course, I heard that it is said that the man really stayed overnight and left a poem, and Xiao Shizi has already carried a whip to look for that guy everywhere." Someone lowered their voices, and some excited and inexplicably whispered.

Overnight, the name of Han Mu was known all over the city!

Staying at the curtain of the first beauty in Jinchuan, how many people in Jinchuan City have gritted their teeth!

Leave a poem?

Liao Chen was stunned for a moment, he didn't know that Han Muye still left poems.

There is no need for him to ask what kind of poem, someone has already quietly chanted it.

"Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. The wild trails are dark, and the river boats are bright. Xiao looks at the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city. ”

After savoring a few lines of poetry, Liao Chen's face showed a blank expression.

This wet, is it a real poem?

If this kind of poetry is not deliberate by the Lord of Yunjin, can it be circulated?

Is it for Han Mu to make a name for himself, or is there something else?

Looking up, the little man with a horsewhip in front of him straddled the little red horse and galloped over.

Liao Chen grinned, no wonder Brother Han wanted to leave quickly.

"Xiao Shizi, that guy has already run away." He got dressed and strode up to meet him.

……

"Granny Lan."

A hundred miles outside Jinchuan City, Tan Tan looked at the hibiscus demon walking in front of him.

There is a secret connection between the wood demons, and when they left the fairy boat, Han Muye asked Tan Tan to summon the hibiscus.

"The elixir has been delivered, let's go back to the Western Frontier, right?" Hibiscus looked at Han Muye.

"Senior, you go back to the Western Xinjiang first." Han Muye looked up into the distance with a hint of a smile on his face.

"At the request of a friend, I want to see the scenery of the three counties."

Hibiscus frowned and looked ahead.

Over there, there seemed to be sword light rushing into the sky.

Is it really Han Muye's kendo friend?

Watching Lin Shen drive the flying boat and leave with Kong Chaode and Han Muye, Hibiscus shook his head and looked at Tan Tan.

"Girl, how is their business doing?"

Business?

Tan Tan opened his mouth.

I forgot about it.

Hibiscus laughed and reached out to touch Tantan's head.

Mu Hibiscus looked back at the magnificent Jinchuan City, and sighed lightly: "This prosperous Zhongzhou is not a place for me to stay for a long time after all. ”

Hearing her words, Tan Tan turned his head to look at the big river in the distance.

The light song and dance is like a dream.

……

The flying boat turned around and traveled for an hour, and several blue-robed figures floated in front of it.

"Three thousand miles outside Jinchuan City, the sword intercepts and kills Confucian and Taoist students, this Zhongzhou royal law is really going to be rebuilt." Han Muye smiled and looked at Luo Wuxian, who came with a sword.

People from the Hongcheng Sword Sect.

"Now about the royal law? Where did you go with all that arrogance on the fairy boat? Luo Wuxuan looked at Han Muye coldly, his eyes revealing murderous intent.

"Today, I Hongcheng Sword Sect 30,000 swords have been cultivated into Shuxi, you can see, three thousand miles outside Jinchuan City, whether it is the king's law is fast, or the sword method is fast."

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