Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The woman who had dressed him earlier had secretly hung the sachet she made around his waist. She even said that this sachet would ensure that his name would spread throughout the world at the literary conference.

Is there really such a beautiful encounter in the world? Is there such an innocent encounter?

"Meng Luo, if I, Wu Tianzhen, can become famous today, I will definitely not let you down."

What else could a woman's sachet be but friendship?

Compared to the students sitting on the ground by the riverbank, the scholars with invitations were treated differently.

Changing clothes was nothing.

When they entered the pleasure boats, women in colorful clothes came to lead them to a suitable place to sit down.

The pleasure boats were elegant. Many people were sitting there with pens and paper in front of them. There were fruits, water, and wine on the tables beside them.

If someone came along, they would either stand up to welcome him or nod slightly.

There were also some who lowered their heads and wrote quickly in silence.

This was what it meant to be a scholar engaged in research.

It was a place of culture and elegance.

Looking up from the pleasure boats, not far away was the Cloud Brocade Immortal Ship that was thousands of feet long, like a city in water.

On the immortal ship, there was the same huge banner. It could be seen that the Han Family Trading Company had exclusively sponsored the Jade Epiphyllum Literary Conference.

The melodious sound of the zither, the mellow singing, and the immortal ship were like a fairyland.

Turning his head, the riverbank in the distance was like a mortal world.

The bustling students seemed to be in another world. They would never understand what this pleasure boat and immortal ship looked like.

3,000 spiritual rocks in exchange for a transcendent feeling.

A woman in colorful clothes stepped forward and prepared the brush and ink. Then, she carefully peeled the fruit and gently handed it over.

At this moment, this place was the mortal world.

Before the wine was poured, he was already 30% drunk.

…

On the bank of the river, a large white cloth unfolded.

One by one, delicate-looking women in scholarly robes walked forward with ink brushes in their hands, inviting the Great Confucian scholars to write.

As for the juniors who followed the Great Confucian to the immortal ship, they left their names on the other brocade cloth.

"Look, that's Xu Guoliang!"

Someone exclaimed. After an old man left behind three words, he led a few juniors onto a 30-foot-long wooden boat. They bypassed the pleasure boat in front and went straight to the immortal ship.

The one who came on board the Immortal Ship was a thirty-foot-long wooden boat. Several women on it welcomed him.

Just like before, the women carried their clothes forward and personally helped the Great Confucians change.

These scholars and disciples were different from the scholars from before. Their willpower and vision were extraordinary. They calmly changed their clothes and headed towards the immortal ship.

Great Confucian Chen Yi.

Great Confucian Zhang Xu.

Great Confucian Huang Yangwang.

…

The originally empty deck of the immortal ship gradually turned into a jade-white sea.

The long robes had large sleeves and were like the wind.

In just a moment, the white brocade cloth was filled with the names of great scholars.

A few young men stepped forward and carefully rolled up the brocade cloth before replacing it with a new one.

"Hiss, if this scroll is sold by the Han Family Trading Company, I'm willing to pay a million spiritual rocks," a white-haired old man said softly by the riverbank.

His words made the eyes of the surrounding Confucianists light up.

However, after thinking about it, he shook his head.

With the names of dozens of Confucian scholars left behind, this brocade cloth would probably be kept as the treasure of the shop.

Han Muye turned to look at Mu Wan and walked forward with a smile, picking up an ink brush.

Behind him, Qiu Chuqi and Zhao Daosheng looked at Han Muye curiously.

After being guided by Han Muye to break through, they still did not know Han Muye's identity.

As the brush landed, the words 'Mu Ye' appeared.

"Grandmaster Mu Ye!"

Qiu Chuqi's eyes widened in surprise.

Zhao Daosheng looked as if he had expected this.

On the way, he had been thinking about what kind of powerful Confucianist could make him become a Confucianist Grandmaster directly.

After thinking about it, he felt that it was most likely to be the mysterious Grandmaster Mu Ye.

To think that such a person would personally guide me.

How lucky was that?

"This is Grandmaster Mu Ye? He's so young?" Someone not far away exclaimed.

"The earlier a grand cultivator achieves a breakthrough, the younger his appearance will be. Besides, when one reaches the grandmaster realm, there's still a chance to regain one's youth. Didn't you see Grandmaster Zhao Daosheng's current appearance?"

Someone shook his head and lamented.

Han Muye left his name and walked onto the wooden boat with Mu Wan.

The Zuo siblings stepped onto the wooden boat excitedly.

They were going to board the wooden boat.

With their backgrounds, they would probably never have such an opportunity in their lives.

Zhao Daosheng and Qiu Chuqi looked at each other and cupped their fists, "Senior Brother, please…"

With that, the two of them looked at each other and smiled before walking onto the wooden boat.

After getting on the wooden boat, Qiu Chuqi turned around, "Murong Tui, what are you waiting for? Get on the boat!"

Murong Tui, who was standing by the riverbank, was stunned for a moment. Then his face was filled with surprise as he quickly walked over.

When he reached the bow of the ship, he paused for a moment and turned around. He stuffed a copy of the invitation card into the hand of a young man in a rough robe with a few gray patches on his lapel.

"My name is Murong Tui. I don't need this invitation anymore. It's for you."

With that, he stepped onto the bow.

The small boat left the shore and headed towards the immortal ship.

When Murong Tui, who had changed into a white Confucian robe, came out of the cabin, a loud shout came from the shore.

"Brother Murong, I am Liu Yong, a student of Yong Prefecture. I will never forget your kindness today!"

Tears streamed down Liu Yong's face.

No one laughed at him.

On the river bank, everyone watched enviously as Liu Yong was helped onto the wooden boat by a woman in a green Confucian robe and changed into a jade-white Confucian robe.

There's really such a lucky person in the world!

"I'm Lin Sutong from the Southern Academy. I happen to have a peer slot. Who is willing to come?"

Not far away, someone raised the invitation in his hand and shouted.

Then the riverbank erupted into a frenzy.

From time to time, people from other places would speak up, offering to take people to the pleasure boats.

As a result, the middle-aged men who were hiding by the riverbank and holding dozens of invitations turned pale.

They had originally bought the invitation cards to make a fortune.

Looking at the situation today, an invitation for 100,000 spiritual rocks was definitely not a problem.

However, the people who had the invitation cards were all shouting that they would take people for free. If they dared to shout for a high price, they would probably be thrown into the Yongding River to feed the fish.

"Your name is Murong Tui?"

On the wooden boat, Han Muye looked at the little fatty who was winking at the woman beside him and said softly.

Murong Tui's body trembled. He turned around and bowed. "Murong Tui greets Grandmaster."

Han Muye nodded and looked at the side of the ship with Mu Wan.

Qiu Chuqi, who was beside Murong Tui, glared at him and said in a low voice, "Useless thing, don't you know how to behave in such a situation?

"The people on the immortal ship are all Confucianists. They're all upright and have the highest morals. Aren't you afraid of being reprimanded by your senior for being so unrestrained?"

Murong Tui nodded with a wry expression. The woman beside him pursed her lips and smiled as she retreated.

"Haha, brother, why are you so late?

"Brother, I've been on the immortal ship for a few days. Anyway, the Han Family Trading Company will pay the spiritual rocks."

Lifting his head to look, he saw an old man with disheveled hair peeking out from the porthole on the second floor of the immortal ship. His clothes were disheveled, and there were two or three naked women beside him.

He was upright and had the best morals.

Lu Yuzhou.

Murong Tui quietly took a few steps back and pressed his body against the woman's side.

Han Muye smiled and shook his head, his gaze landing on the third floor of the immortal ship.

There, a porthole was opened, and a woman stood there.

Back in Jinchuan, he had been in this room with the woman standing there, reading books for the entire night.

Their eyes met. The woman opened her red lips slightly and did not make a sound. Han Muye could tell what she was saying.

"Grandmaster Han Mu, it has been a long time."

"Senior Brother, Princess Yunjin is really beautiful…" Beside Han Muye, Mu Wan's voice sounded.

Can I respond to this topic? he wondered.