Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

Holding an ink pen, Han Muye's body had a hint of golden aura surging.

Seeing this arrogance, Jiang Tong's eyes were bright, and his face was full of surprises.

Although this arrogance is not strong, it is pure. It can be seen that Han Muye is not only transparent, but also talented.

What kind of poetry will such a person leave behind?

Not only Jiang Tong, but other people in Xisai who followed him off looked at Han Muye with anticipation.

"Mother Lan, Han Shixian can still write poetry?" Tan Tan leaned over to Mujin and whispered curiously.

In front of her eyes, Han Muye's temperament is very special at this time.

It is the kind of fierceness that lacks Jianxiu, but has a touch of approachable style.

It smells so good.

Hibiscus shook her head.

Some people are really not free to speculate.

The feeling that Han Muye gave her was unfathomable.

Kendo, Alchemy, and now, even the Confucian and Taoist inheritances that have never appeared in Western Xinjiang, are deeply involved?

Under everyone's eyes, the ink pen in Han Muye's hand began to wander.

The accumulation of the two generations is superimposed, and the words written by Han Muye have a graceful perseverance that has never been seen in the Tianxuan world.

Iron painted silver hook, hardness and softness.

Pen fall, there is aura of magic.

"In front of Mount Xisai."

On the paper, the text appears in the shadow of the mountains, the green hills are continuous, and the pine waves are like waves.

"Wenqi becomes shape!" Jiang Tong's eyes widened and his shoulders trembled.

Kong Chaode also stared at Han Muye.

Confucianism and Taoism Cultivation Base and literary talent complement each other.

But literary talent is not something that can be accomplished through hard work.

Why are there tens of thousands of Confucian and Taoist cultivators in the world, but very few can become jinshi?

It is because the ascetic practitioners do not know how many ordinary people are, but it is difficult to have the corresponding literary talents.

But today, Han Muye's writing has only appeared, and it has been transformed into a form of culture, which is obviously inspired by the power of heaven and earth.

Does the son really have amazing talents?

is it possible……

"The egret in front of Xisai Mountain, fly."

The word "fly" came out, and a faint Sword Ray flashed.

With a smile on his face, Han Muye watched Sword Ray transform into a flying egret and spread his wings.

He is a sword cultivator, Confucianism is the skin, and kendo is the bone.

What if you don't use Kendo Cultivation Base?

What in the world cannot be a sword?

If this ink is poetry, can it not become a sword?

The egret flies, fluttering and soaring above the green hills, like Sword Ray, the trajectory is impossible to grasp.

"Egret flying in front of Xisai Mountain, good verse!" Jiang Tong exclaimed while touching his hands, and the people behind him looked at Han Muye eagerly.

This sentence alone can transform the culture into a spirited egret flying high. What about the next sentence?

Han Muye turned his pen, and a line of words swept out.

"Peach blossom water, mandarin fish fat."

The clear spring flows, the pale red petals walk with the water, and there is a hint of alcohol in the water.

"Whoa-"

In the spring water, a plump mandarin fish jumped out of the water, and Sword Qi sparkled, bringing out a splash of water.

Use literary talent as the landscape and flowers, and use Sword Ray to transform birds and fish.

When he put down the ink pen, Han Muye's aura was mysterious and indescribable.

"Sure enough, I read thousands of books and traveled thousands of miles..."

Feeling the fusion of the aura in his body and the Dantian Spiritual Qi Sword intent, Han Muye chuckled lightly, turned around and left.

"The egret is flying in front of the Xisai Mountain, the peach blossoms are flowing and the mandarin fish is fat, good poetry, good poetry!" Jiang Tong's eyes lit up, chasing Han Muye: "Mr. Mu, these two sentences describe the scenery of Xisai Mountain, I don't know. What is the meaning of the last two sentences?"

In addition to the landscape and scenery, there is the artistic conception of practice.

What Jiang Tong is waiting for is the realization of this practice!

Hearing his words, Han Muye didn't look back, waved his hand and said, "The mountains are in the water, what other artistic conception is there? I won't write it."

The flying boat flew into the sky, and Jiang Tong and the people behind him stood where they were with regret.

"Hey, it's a pity, such talent is condensed, but the poems and prose of luck are only half-queen." A white-haired and gray-robed old boy said tremblingly, with a look of regret.

"Yeah, if I can complete this poem, I might be able to have a great fortune in the city of Xisai, and it is not impossible to help guard you to achieve a state of excellence." Another Qingpao scribe also sighed.

Why did Jiang Tong graciously receive past Confucian and Taoist practitioners? Isn't it to help him break through by borrowing a little bit of style?

Where in the world is there a free feast?

"The mountains are there, and the water is there."

"The mountains are there, and the water is there."

Jiang Tong turned around slowly, looking at the scroll unfolded by the maid, looking at the golden light on it, his expression turned into joy.

"You're a good master Mu, you're really talented, and your language is eloquent..."

"With this landscape and this half-queen poetry and prose, why is there no luck in Xisai Town?"

"Today, Young Master Mu has left the whole poem to help me break through, and it is only me who benefits."

"This half-queen of poetry and prose has been passed down and recited for thousands of miles, attracting countless literati and writers to come to watch my Xisai landscape, taste my Xisai wine and delicacies, and then let my Xisai town's name spread to the world!"

"Quick, engrave this poem in the most conspicuous place at the town entrance."

With that said, he stepped forward and carefully rolled up the poems that Han Mu signed.

"You help me invite the guards and scholars of Confucianism and Taoism from several surrounding towns."

"I want to help Young Master Han Mu make his name."

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Above the flying boat, the little wood demon Tan Tan stared at Han Muye, muttering something.

On the other side, Kong Chaode looked at Han Muye who was sitting across from him, his face full of uncontrollable surprise.

On the other hand, Lin Shen was sitting cross-legged on the side, with Sword Ray and qi and blood flashing on his body.

It is not surprising to him that what Han Muye does.

"Young master, I really didn't expect that your poetry and prose can actually transform into talent." Looking at Han Muye, Kong Chaode said in a low voice: "With your son's talent, if you practice Confucianism and Taoism in Zhongzhou and become a non-commissioned officer, you can get it at your fingertips. ."

Sergeant?

Han Muye smiled and shook his head.

His current Confucianism and Taoism Cultivation Base is only one step away from the Great Master.

He doesn't like being a non-commissioned officer.

However, he was studying poetry in Xisai Town today, and the combination of literary talent and kendo gave him a lot of experience.

Slowly closing his eyes, Han Muye's spiritual sense all converged.

Sword Ray flashed on Lin Shen's body, protecting Han Muye.

This is his duty.

In Han Muye's divine treasure, the original golden aura was constantly revolving at this time, and it seemed to be brewing continuously.

The seven long swords were also stained with a touch of gold.

This was not there before.

Before, Haoran Qi and Divine Soul Sword Qi completely did not interfere with each other, and there was no sign of such fusion.

Haoran Qi has the power to suppress the evil spirits in the world.

If it can be combined with Sword Ray, the combat power of Soul Sword Qi will be more than doubled.

In addition, one after another aura of arrogance circulated in the body, not only poured into Dantian, but also penetrated into the flesh, and merged with the spine that had been turned into a sword bone.

The jade-white sword bones flashed with golden auras.

what is this?

Sword bone, or, inscription bone?

The sword bone with golden light penetrated seems to be a little different.

Han Muye closed his eyes and practiced. Kong Chaode and Mu Jin looked at him and felt that his temperament was changing, from the warm and gentle atmosphere at the beginning to the flash of Sword intent.

When Han Muye opened his eyes, his temperament was different.

It seems that there is a little more tenacity in the original text.

don't know.

Nobody understands.

"Om-"

Ahead, there is an aura rising.

Xiyuan County, here we are.

A large city, covering an area of ​​thirty miles.

Among them, the buildings are continuous, and the inspiration is soaring to the sky.

Various Confucian and Taoist breaths rose, dyeing the heaven and the earth golden.

Such a magnificent city, in Zhongzhou, is only a small border town.

"Sun Cong, the chief clerk of Xiyuan County, has come to welcome the envoy of Qingmang Mountain in the western Xinjiang at the order of the county honorable lord."

Before the flying boat, a middle-aged scribe in a blue-grey brocade robe greeted him with cupped hands.

The magistrate of Xiyuan County did not come to greet him in person, and before the dispatched officer received the flying boat, it was considered to be a face to Hibiscus.

The master book is a serious official, and he has the master book treasure in his hand, which can mobilize the power of heaven and earth within a hundred miles of the territory.

Han Muye and Mujin got out of the flying boat and landed outside the city of Xiyuan County with Sun Cong.

Sun Cong is the chief clerk of Xiyuan County, and they are not as diligent as Jiang Tong when they treat Han Muye.

He sent them to the inn, saying that the county magistrate was now receiving visitors, and he left after waiting to see him in a while.

According to Jiang Tong's introduction, the identity of Mujin, the guardian of Qingmang Mountain, is the same as that of the thirty-two county magistrates in Shuxi County.

It is only a little lower than Jinchuancheng County, where the county system is located.

The magistrate of Xiyuan County, and Qingmang Mountain guards the same level.

But Mujin is a big demon, and she is in the western border, how could it be really valued by others?

It wasn't until the evening that Sun Cong, the chief clerk, came back. He first apologized, and then invited Mujin and the others to the banquet.

It was said that the county magistrate held a banquet, and there were also visitors from other prefectures.

Not many people could go to the banquet. In the end, Mujin went with Han Muye, Kong Chaode, and the little demon Tantan.

Hibiscus brought Tan Tan to let her see the world, while Kong Chaode understood the rules of Zhongzhou better and could raise points from time to time.

When I arrived at the pavilion where the banquet was held, when the lights were on, I saw a few figures with extraordinary bearing standing in front of the courtyard.

The leading man wore a blue official uniform and a gauze hat, showing that the aura of awe and the power of heaven and earth were intertwined.

Those who can gain the power of heaven and earth here, must be the honor of a county.

"Year ago, the county governor sent a message that Qingmangshan Township was newly established in Shuxi County. Unfortunately, Qingmangshan is far away from the barrier of heaven and earth, and Shen did not have the chance to visit."

The person who spoke was the magistrate of Xiyuan County, Jin non-commissioned officer, Sisi.

"You're welcome, I didn't expect to be the guard of Zhongzhou." Mujin shook her head and said lightly.

She is a big demon, she doesn't have so many rules, she speaks directly.

Sisi laughed and turned to look at Han Muye, Kong Chaode and others.

Kong Chaode took a step forward, his body flashed with arrogance, and then cupped hands introduced himself and Han Muye.

"Han family?"

He looked at Han Muye thoughtfully, pondered for a while, and said with a smile, "It turned out to be Young Master Han Mu, as expected, a young Yingjie."

"It just so happened that Young Master Su Jialin from Changhe County also came to visit me in Xiyuan County today. You are both Confucian and Taoist talents, and you should have a lot to say."

Saying that, he stretched out his hand and led several young people behind him to cupped hands.

Su Lin from the Su family in Changhe County, and several of his friends are all Confucian and Taoist students who have traveled around the world.

Several people cupped hands, briefly introduced a few words, and then turned to the side.

The big demon in the western border, the young master of the Han family who came from nowhere.

Are such people qualified to befriend the Su family son?

If it wasn't for the magistrate of Xiyuan County to take care of the face of the guardian of Qingmang Mountain, tonight's banquet would be a poetry party.

Knowing that the big monsters from Xijiang will not be able to understand poetry and prose, they changed the banquet.

This made Su Lin and others quite regretful.

After all, Shen Si is a non-commissioned officer, and his writing skills are outstanding.

If Meditation holds a poetry party, they will surely be instructed by Meditation and even appreciated.

This is Zhongzhou.

Confucianism is respected.

No matter whether you are Han Muye or Hibiscus, it doesn't matter whether you are a great demon from the heavens or a kendo immortal from the Western Border, in this land of Zhongzhou, you are all treated like this.

Sisi smiled and asked Mujin and Han Muye to go up to the attic, and seats were placed in the brightly lit hall.

Sitting inadvertently asked about the customs of the Western Xinjiang, while talking about poetry and articles with Su Lin and others over there.

He did invite Han Muye several times, but Han Muye shied away.

As a result, Su Lin and others lost interest in Han Muye.

The banquet of Lord Xianzun is an opportunity to show off his talents and gather fame, but he is reluctant to show it. Most likely, there is no real talent in his stomach, and he is afraid of showing ugliness.

Han Muye did not participate in the discussion of poetry, and Kong Chaode did not go up.

He is good at real things, and he has only a little understanding of these poems and the like.

On the other hand, when Shen Si was talking with Mujin about the elixir trade and the Medicine Pill business, Kong Chaode came to his senses.

"Sir Shen, this is the Medicine Pill sold by my Han family firm. You can check the quality."

Kong Chaode took the opportunity to take out two small jade bottles and hand them to Shen Si.

"Han Family Firm?" Su Lin frowned and looked at Kong Chaode: "Mr. Kong Rong, why haven't I heard of your firm?"

The Su family is not a small family in the surrounding area. There is a lot of business in various Medicine Pills. Su Lin also knows some families that do business, but he has never heard of a Korean firm.

"Haha, our Han family business is just opening." Han Muye raised his head and said with a smile, "This time, only me and Mr. Kong are here."

Two people's business?

Su Lin shook his head, and suddenly lost interest.

The people around him also smiled and shook their heads.

Scholar should not be contaminated with such business matters, it will disturb the peace of mind.

Confucian and Taoist practitioners who give up their hard work are doomed to have no future.

Not only Su Lin and the others, but even Shen Si looked at Han Muye less than before.

Previously, Han Muye was a traveling student like Su Lin, but now, it turns out that he is a businessman?

In Zhongzhou, Confucianism is more important than business, and a businessman is not even qualified to sit with a non-commissioned officer.

After pondering for a while, he stretched out his hand to take Kong Chaode's two jade bottles, and said indifferently: "This official practice rarely relies on the power of Medicine Pill. Boss Kong, your Medicine Pill is afraid—"

Before he finished speaking, he was shocked and widened his eyes: "Cui Shen-"

In the jade bottle, there are two top-quality pure divine pills.

The top-quality appearance is considered to be extremely high in Zhongzhou, and it is qualified to be regarded as a spiritual elixir.

Alchemy in Zhongzhou is prosperous, and the Medicine Pill refined by Alchemy practitioners is very demanding.

The appearance of ordinary medicine pills in Western Xinjiang is completely ignored in Zhongzhou.

The high-quality pill is considered an ordinary Medicine Pill in Zhongzhou.

Only the top-quality Medicine Pill, with a hint of spirituality, can be considered a panacea, and it is the most circulated quality of Zhongzhou Medicine Pill.

The Immortal Medicine Pill, it is a fine product among the elixir, and it is of extraordinary value, even in Zhongzhou, only Master Alchemy has it.

Above the immortals, the imperial city has them.

Although Alchemy is prosperous, there is still a shortage of Medicine Pill in Zhongzhou.

Especially the Medicine Pill that quenches the Soul Refining soul and the Medicine Pill that refines the flesh.

Confucianism and Taoism practice in Zhongzhou consumes the soul, and most of the Confucianism and Taoism practitioners are physically weak and need to be trained.

According to Kong Chaode's suggestion, when Han Muye came to Zhongzhou this time, what he brought most was the quintessential elixir to quench the soul, and the condensed feather elixir to smash the flesh.

Both are sixth rank Dan and are extremely prized in Middle State.

"I didn't expect that the Han Family Firm would have such a good shot."

The thought changed and looked at Kong Chaode with a chuckle: "I don't know how Mr. Kong sells the Medicine Pill?"

He questioned, holding the jade bottle tightly in his hand.

Han Muye and Kong Chaode looked at each other with a smile on their faces.

This business is done.

Zhongzhou is rich and has no shortage of Spirit Stones.

These two top-grade pure magic pills were replaced by 800 top-grade Spirit Stones, plus various elixir, and spiritual materials.

The total value of spiritual medicine and spiritual materials exceeds a thousand pieces of top-grade Spirit Stones.

After all, it's just a top-grade pill, two top-grade Spirit Stones priced at 1,800, discounted at 18 million low-grade Spirit Stones.

This price is nearly five times that of Xijiang.

Seeing that the business was negotiated, Han Muye smiled and got up to leave.

Hibiscus also stood up.

Watching them leave, Shen Si hurried back with the Medicine Pill.

This kind of Medicine Pill, which quenches the soul of Soul Refining, is a good thing.

"Hmph, when I was a student on a study tour, it turned out to be a business."

A young man in linen standing beside Su Lin looked coldly at Han Muye and the others who walked out of the restaurant, and said in a low voice.

If it wasn't for Han Muye and the others, the banquet would last at least half an hour tonight.

They can also follow up with the sergeant to ask more questions.

Meditation, a sergeant who guards one side, not only has knowledge, but also has practical means. He is the real elite among Confucian and Taoist practitioners.

Being able to communicate with them is a rare opportunity for the younger generation of students.

"Confucianism and Taoism practice, contaminating business affairs, and the mind is basically abolished." On the other side, a young man said disdainfully.

Su Lin nodded, just as he was about to speak, his eyes suddenly widened.

Below, a lavender aura rose from Han Muye's body.

"Hope!"

Su Lin let out a low voice and said in disbelief, "How can anyone look at him?"

People's wishes are people's wishes, and it is an indispensable item in Confucianism and Taoism.

Every advanced non-commissioned officer needs someone to gather in order to inherit the authority of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

How can a Confucian and Taoist practitioner like Han Muye become a businessman?

"Could it be because of Lord Xianzun?" Someone frowned and looked at Han Muye.

"No," Su Lin said solemnly, and said in a low voice, "This man has a purple aura, but it is condensed by his literary talent."

"He, who is he?"

When Su Lin knew where Han Muye was, it was a day later.

Half a day after Han Muye and the others left Xiyuan County, the town guard of Xisai sent the poems written by the students.

"Egret flying in front of Xisai Mountain, mandarin fish fat in peach blossom water."

Just these two sentences made Xiyuan County boil.

Is there such poetry in the borderlands of western Shu?

Xisai Mountain will become the Sacred Land of Shuxi Literature!

"I couldn't make friends with such a person. I, Su Lin, really have no eyes..." Standing at the head of Xiyuan County, Su Lin looked gloomy.

At this time, on the flying boat that had already left thousands of miles away in Xiyuan County, Han Muye showed a hint of curiosity on his face.

"This is the Confucian Daoist Wang?"

In the palm of his hand, a lavender aura changed, sometimes turning into a crown of hair, sometimes condensing into an ink pen, and sometimes turning into a seal.

Kong Chaode, who was sitting across from him, was full of envy on his face, nodded, and whispered sourly, "Young master, with this kind of hope, you can become a non-commissioned officer..."

Sergeant?

Not interested in.

Han Muye held the purple aura in his hand, let it change, and finally turned into a lavender flowing cloud attached to the map of the folding fan.

In an instant, this folding fan mountain and river map was dyed purple.

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Entering Zhongzhou for the first time, paving the way for the second and third later

There is no Han Muye in Zhongzhou, but the legend of Han Muye

Thirty years later, the great Confucian Han Muye lost the world's popularity and went to the imperial city to carry an ink pen. Han Muye's body had a faint golden aura surging. Seeing this arrogance, Jiang Tong's eyes were bright, and his face was full of surprises.

Although this arrogance is not strong, it is pure. It can be seen that Han Muye is not only transparent, but also talented.

What kind of poetry will such a person leave behind?

Not only Jiang Tong, but other people in Xisai who followed him off looked at Han Muye with anticipation.

"Mother Lan, Han Shixian can still write poetry?" Tan Tan leaned over to Mujin and whispered curiously.

In front of her eyes, Han Muye's temperament is very special at this time.

It is the kind of fierceness that lacks Jianxiu, but has a touch of approachable style.

It smells so good.

Hibiscus shook her head.

Some people are really not free to speculate.

The feeling that Han Muye gave her was unfathomable.

Kendo, Alchemy, and now, even the Confucian and Taoist inheritances that have never appeared in Western Xinjiang, are deeply involved?

Under everyone's eyes, the ink pen in Han Muye's hand began to wander.

The accumulation of the two generations is superimposed, and the words written by Han Muye have a graceful perseverance that has never been seen in the Tianxuan world.

Iron painted silver hook, hardness and softness.

Pen fall, there is aura of magic.

"In front of Mount Xisai."

On the paper, the text appears in the shadow of the mountains, the green hills are continuous, and the pine waves are like waves.

"Wenqi becomes shape!" Jiang Tong's eyes widened and his shoulders trembled.

Kong Chaode also stared at Han Muye.

Confucianism and Taoism Cultivation Base and literary talent complement each other.

But literary talent is not something that can be accomplished through hard work.

Why are there tens of thousands of Confucian and Taoist cultivators in the world, but very few can become jinshi?

It is because the ascetic practitioners do not know how many ordinary people are, but it is difficult to have the corresponding literary talents.

But today, Han Muye's writing has only appeared, and it has been transformed into a form of culture, which is obviously inspired by the power of heaven and earth.

Does the son really have amazing talents?

is it possible……

"The egret in front of Xisai Mountain, fly."

The word "fly" came out, and a faint Sword Ray flashed.

With a smile on his face, Han Muye watched Sword Ray transform into a flying egret and spread his wings.

He is a sword cultivator, Confucianism is the skin, and kendo is the bone.

What if you don't use Kendo Cultivation Base?

What in the world cannot be a sword?

If this ink is poetry, can it not become a sword?

The egret flies, fluttering and soaring above the green hills, like Sword Ray, the trajectory is impossible to grasp.

"Egret flying in front of Xisai Mountain, good verse!" Jiang Tong exclaimed while touching his hands, and the people behind him looked at Han Muye eagerly.

This sentence alone can transform the culture into a spirited egret flying high. What about the next sentence?

Han Muye turned his pen, and a line of words swept out.

"Peach blossom water, mandarin fish fat."

The clear spring flows, the pale red petals walk with the water, and there is a hint of alcohol in the water.

"Whoa-"

In the spring water, a plump mandarin fish jumped out of the water, and Sword Qi sparkled, bringing out a splash of water.

Use literary talent as the landscape and flowers, and use Sword Ray to transform birds and fish.

When he put down the ink pen, Han Muye's aura was mysterious and indescribable.

"Sure enough, I read thousands of books and traveled thousands of miles..."

Feeling the fusion of the aura in his body and the Dantian Spiritual Qi Sword intent, Han Muye chuckled lightly, turned around and left.

"The egret is flying in front of the Xisai Mountain, the peach blossoms are flowing and the mandarin fish is fat, good poetry, good poetry!" Jiang Tong's eyes lit up, chasing Han Muye: "Mr. Mu, these two sentences describe the scenery of Xisai Mountain, I don't know. What is the meaning of the last two sentences?"

In addition to the landscape and scenery, there is the artistic conception of practice.

What Jiang Tong is waiting for is the realization of this practice!

Hearing his words, Han Muye didn't look back, waved his hand and said, "The mountains are in the water, what other artistic conception is there? I won't write it."

The flying boat flew into the sky, and Jiang Tong and the people behind him stood where they were with regret.

"Hey, it's a pity, such talent is condensed, but the poems and prose of luck are only half-queen." A white-haired and gray-robed old boy said tremblingly, with a look of regret.

"Yeah, if I can complete this poem, I might be able to have a great fortune in the city of Xisai, and it is not impossible to help guard you to achieve a state of excellence." Another Qingpao scribe also sighed.

Why did Jiang Tong graciously receive past Confucian and Taoist practitioners? Isn't it to help him break through by borrowing a little bit of style?

Where in the world is there a free feast?

"The mountains are there, and the water is there."

"The mountains are there, and the water is there."

Jiang Tong turned around slowly, looking at the scroll unfolded by the maid, looking at the golden light on it, his expression turned into joy.

"You're a good master Mu, you're really talented, and your language is eloquent..."

"With this landscape and this half-queen poetry and prose, why is there no luck in Xisai Town?"

"Today, Young Master Mu has left the whole poem to help me break through, and it is only me who benefits."

"This half-queen of poetry and prose has been passed down and recited for thousands of miles, attracting countless literati and writers to come to watch my Xisai landscape, taste my Xisai wine and delicacies, and then let my Xisai town's name spread to the world!"

"Quick, engrave this poem in the most conspicuous place at the town entrance."

With that said, he stepped forward and carefully rolled up the poems that Han Mu signed.

"You help me invite the guards and scholars of Confucianism and Taoism from several surrounding towns."

"I want to help Young Master Han Mu make his name."

——————

Above the flying boat, the little wood demon Tan Tan stared at Han Muye, muttering something.

On the other side, Kong Chaode looked at Han Muye who was sitting across from him, his face full of uncontrollable surprise.

On the other hand, Lin Shen was sitting cross-legged on the side, with Sword Ray and qi and blood flashing on his body.

It is not surprising to him that what Han Muye does.

"Young master, I really didn't expect that your poetry and prose can actually transform into talent." Looking at Han Muye, Kong Chaode said in a low voice: "With your son's talent, if you practice Confucianism and Taoism in Zhongzhou and become a non-commissioned officer, you can get it at your fingertips. ."

Sergeant?

Han Muye smiled and shook his head.

His current Confucianism and Taoism Cultivation Base is only one step away from the Great Master.

He doesn't like being a non-commissioned officer.

However, he was studying poetry in Xisai Town today, and the combination of literary talent and kendo gave him a lot of experience.

Slowly closing his eyes, Han Muye's spiritual sense all converged.

Sword Ray flashed on Lin Shen's body, protecting Han Muye.

This is his duty.

In Han Muye's divine treasure, the original golden aura was constantly revolving at this time, and it seemed to be brewing continuously.

The seven long swords were also stained with a touch of gold.

This was not there before.

Before, Haoran Qi and Divine Soul Sword Qi completely did not interfere with each other, and there was no sign of such fusion.

Haoran Qi has the power to suppress the evil spirits in the world.

If it can be combined with Sword Ray, the combat power of Soul Sword Qi will be more than doubled.

In addition, one after another aura of arrogance circulated in the body, not only poured into Dantian, but also penetrated into the flesh, and merged with the spine that had been turned into a sword bone.

The jade-white sword bones flashed with golden auras.

what is this?

Sword bone, or, inscription bone?

The sword bone with golden light penetrated seems to be a little different.

Han Muye closed his eyes and practiced. Kong Chaode and Mu Jin looked at him and felt that his temperament was changing, from the warm and gentle atmosphere at the beginning to the flash of Sword intent.

When Han Muye opened his eyes, his temperament was different.

It seems that there is a little more tenacity in the original text.

don't know.

Nobody understands.

"Om-"

Ahead, there is an aura rising.

Xiyuan County, here we are.

A large city, covering an area of ​​thirty miles.

Among them, the buildings are continuous, and the inspiration is soaring to the sky.

Various Confucian and Taoist breaths rose, dyeing the heaven and the earth golden.

Such a magnificent city, in Zhongzhou, is only a small border town.

"Sun Cong, the chief clerk of Xiyuan County, has come to welcome the envoy of Qingmang Mountain in the western Xinjiang at the order of the county honorable lord."

Before the flying boat, a middle-aged scribe in a blue-grey brocade robe greeted him with cupped hands.

The magistrate of Xiyuan County did not come to greet him in person, and before the dispatched officer received the flying boat, it was considered to be a face to Hibiscus.

The master book is a serious official, and he has the master book treasure in his hand, which can mobilize the power of heaven and earth within a hundred miles of the territory.

Han Muye and Mujin got out of the flying boat and landed outside the city of Xiyuan County with Sun Cong.

Sun Cong is the chief clerk of Xiyuan County, and they are not as diligent as Jiang Tong when they treat Han Muye.

He sent them to the inn, saying that the county magistrate was now receiving visitors, and he left after waiting to see him in a while.

According to Jiang Tong's introduction, the identity of Mujin, the guardian of Qingmang Mountain, is the same as that of the thirty-two county magistrates in Shuxi County.

It is only a little lower than Jinchuancheng County, where the county system is located.

The magistrate of Xiyuan County, and Qingmang Mountain guards the same level.

But Mujin is a big demon, and she is in the western border, how could it be really valued by others?

It wasn't until the evening that Sun Cong, the chief clerk, came back. He first apologized, and then invited Mujin and the others to the banquet.

It was said that the county magistrate held a banquet, and there were also visitors from other prefectures.

Not many people could go to the banquet. In the end, Mujin went with Han Muye, Kong Chaode, and the little demon Tantan.

Hibiscus brought Tan Tan to let her see the world, while Kong Chaode understood the rules of Zhongzhou better and could raise points from time to time.

When I arrived at the pavilion where the banquet was held, when the lights were on, I saw a few figures with extraordinary bearing standing in front of the courtyard.

The leading man wore a blue official uniform and a gauze hat, showing that the aura of awe and the power of heaven and earth were intertwined.

Those who can gain the power of heaven and earth here, must be the honor of a county.

"Year ago, the county governor sent a message that Qingmangshan Township was newly established in Shuxi County. Unfortunately, Qingmangshan is far away from the barrier of heaven and earth, and Shen did not have the chance to visit."

The person who spoke was the magistrate of Xiyuan County, Jin non-commissioned officer, Sisi.

"You're welcome, I didn't expect to be the guard of Zhongzhou." Mujin shook her head and said lightly.

She is a big demon, she doesn't have so many rules, she speaks directly.

Sisi laughed and turned to look at Han Muye, Kong Chaode and others.

Kong Chaode took a step forward, his body flashed with arrogance, and then cupped hands introduced himself and Han Muye.

"Han family?"

He looked at Han Muye thoughtfully, pondered for a while, and said with a smile, "It turned out to be Young Master Han Mu, as expected, a young Yingjie."

"It just so happened that Young Master Su Jialin from Changhe County also came to visit me in Xiyuan County today. You are both Confucian and Taoist talents, and you should have a lot to say."

Saying that, he stretched out his hand and led several young people behind him to cupped hands.

Su Lin from the Su family in Changhe County, and several of his friends are all Confucian and Taoist students who have traveled around the world.

Several people cupped hands, briefly introduced a few words, and then turned to the side.

The big demon in the western border, the young master of the Han family who came from nowhere.

Are such people qualified to befriend the Su family son?

If it wasn't for the magistrate of Xiyuan County to take care of the face of the guardian of Qingmang Mountain, tonight's banquet would be a poetry party.

Knowing that the big monsters from Xijiang will not be able to understand poetry and prose, they changed the banquet.

This made Su Lin and others quite regretful.

After all, Shen Si is a non-commissioned officer, and his writing skills are outstanding.

If Meditation holds a poetry party, they will surely be instructed by Meditation and even appreciated.

This is Zhongzhou.

Confucianism is respected.

No matter whether you are Han Muye or Hibiscus, it doesn't matter whether you are a great demon from the heavens or a kendo immortal from the Western Border, in this land of Zhongzhou, you are all treated like this.

Sisi smiled and asked Mujin and Han Muye to go up to the attic, and seats were placed in the brightly lit hall.

Sitting inadvertently asked about the customs of the Western Xinjiang, while talking about poetry and articles with Su Lin and others over there.

He did invite Han Muye several times, but Han Muye shied away.

As a result, Su Lin and others lost interest in Han Muye.

The banquet of Lord Xianzun is an opportunity to show off his talents and gather fame, but he is reluctant to show it. Most likely, there is no real talent in his stomach, and he is afraid of showing ugliness.

Han Muye did not participate in the discussion of poetry, and Kong Chaode did not go up.

He is good at real things, and he has only a little understanding of these poems and the like.

On the other hand, when Shen Si was talking with Mujin about the elixir trade and the Medicine Pill business, Kong Chaode came to his senses.

"Sir Shen, this is the Medicine Pill sold by my Han family firm. You can check the quality."

Kong Chaode took the opportunity to take out two small jade bottles and hand them to Shen Si.

"Han Family Firm?" Su Lin frowned and looked at Kong Chaode: "Mr. Kong Rong, why haven't I heard of your firm?"

The Su family is not a small family in the surrounding area. There is a lot of business in various Medicine Pills. Su Lin also knows some families that do business, but he has never heard of a Korean firm.

"Haha, our Han family business is just opening." Han Muye raised his head and said with a smile, "This time, only me and Mr. Kong are here."

Two people's business?

Su Lin shook his head, and suddenly lost interest.

The people around him also smiled and shook their heads.

Scholar should not be contaminated with such business matters, it will disturb the peace of mind.

Confucian and Taoist practitioners who give up their hard work are doomed to have no future.

Not only Su Lin and the others, but even Shen Si looked at Han Muye less than before.

Previously, Han Muye was a traveling student like Su Lin, but now, it turns out that he is a businessman?

In Zhongzhou, Confucianism is more important than business, and a businessman is not even qualified to sit with a non-commissioned officer.

After pondering for a while, he stretched out his hand to take Kong Chaode's two jade bottles, and said indifferently: "This official practice rarely relies on the power of Medicine Pill. Boss Kong, your Medicine Pill is afraid—"

Before he finished speaking, he was shocked and widened his eyes: "Cui Shen-"

In the jade bottle, there are two top-quality pure divine pills.

The top-quality appearance is considered to be extremely high in Zhongzhou, and it is qualified to be regarded as a spiritual elixir.

Alchemy in Zhongzhou is prosperous, and the Medicine Pill refined by Alchemy practitioners is very demanding.

The appearance of ordinary medicine pills in Western Xinjiang is completely ignored in Zhongzhou.

The high-quality pill is considered an ordinary Medicine Pill in Zhongzhou.

Only the top-quality Medicine Pill, with a hint of spirituality, can be considered a panacea, and it is the most circulated quality of Zhongzhou Medicine Pill.

The Immortal Medicine Pill, it is a fine product among the elixir, and it is of extraordinary value, even in Zhongzhou, only Master Alchemy has it.

Above the immortals, the imperial city has them.

Although Alchemy is prosperous, there is still a shortage of Medicine Pill in Zhongzhou.

Especially the Medicine Pill that quenches the Soul Refining soul and the Medicine Pill that refines the flesh.

Confucianism and Taoism practice in Zhongzhou consumes the soul, and most of the Confucianism and Taoism practitioners are physically weak and need to be trained.

According to Kong Chaode's suggestion, when Han Muye came to Zhongzhou this time, what he brought most was the quintessential elixir to quench the soul, and the condensed feather elixir to smash the flesh.

Both are sixth rank Dan and are extremely prized in Middle State.

"I didn't expect that the Han Family Firm would have such a good shot."

The thought changed and looked at Kong Chaode with a chuckle: "I don't know how Mr. Kong sells the Medicine Pill?"

He questioned, holding the jade bottle tightly in his hand.

Han Muye and Kong Chaode looked at each other with a smile on their faces.

This business is done.

Zhongzhou is rich and has no shortage of Spirit Stones.

These two top-grade pure magic pills were replaced by 800 top-grade Spirit Stones, plus various elixir, and spiritual materials.

The total value of spiritual medicine and spiritual materials exceeds a thousand pieces of top-grade Spirit Stones.

After all, it's just a top-grade pill, two top-grade Spirit Stones priced at 1,800, discounted at 18 million low-grade Spirit Stones.

This price is nearly five times that of Xijiang.

Seeing that the business was negotiated, Han Muye smiled and got up to leave.

Hibiscus also stood up.

Watching them leave, Shen Si hurried back with the Medicine Pill.

This kind of Medicine Pill, which quenches the soul of Soul Refining, is a good thing.

"Hmph, when I was a student on a study tour, it turned out to be a business."

A young man in linen standing beside Su Lin looked coldly at Han Muye and the others who walked out of the restaurant, and said in a low voice.

If it wasn't for Han Muye and the others, the banquet would last at least half an hour tonight.

They can also follow up with the sergeant to ask more questions.

Meditation, a sergeant who guards one side, not only has knowledge, but also has practical means. He is the real elite among Confucian and Taoist practitioners.

Being able to communicate with them is a rare opportunity for the younger generation of students.

"Confucianism and Taoism practice, contaminating business affairs, and the mind is basically abolished." On the other side, a young man said disdainfully.

Su Lin nodded, just as he was about to speak, his eyes suddenly widened.

Below, a lavender aura rose from Han Muye's body.

"Hope!"

Su Lin let out a low voice and said in disbelief, "How can anyone look at him?"

People's wishes are people's wishes, and it is an indispensable item in Confucianism and Taoism.

Every advanced non-commissioned officer needs someone to gather in order to inherit the authority of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

How can a Confucian and Taoist practitioner like Han Muye become a businessman?

"Could it be because of Lord Xianzun?" Someone frowned and looked at Han Muye.

"No," Su Lin said solemnly, and said in a low voice, "This man has a purple aura, but it is condensed by his literary talent."

"He, who is he?"

When Su Lin knew where Han Muye was, it was a day later.

Half a day after Han Muye and the others left Xiyuan County, the town guard of Xisai sent the poems written by the students.

"Egret flying in front of Xisai Mountain, mandarin fish fat in peach blossom water."

Just these two sentences made Xiyuan County boil.

Is there such poetry in the borderlands of western Shu?

Xisai Mountain will become the Sacred Land of Shuxi Literature!

"I couldn't make friends with such a person. I, Su Lin, really have no eyes..." Standing at the head of Xiyuan County, Su Lin looked gloomy.

At this time, on the flying boat that had already left thousands of miles away in Xiyuan County, Han Muye showed a hint of curiosity on his face.

"This is the Confucian Daoist Wang?"

In the palm of his hand, a lavender aura changed, sometimes turning into a crown of hair, sometimes condensing into an ink pen, and sometimes turning into a seal.

Kong Chaode, who was sitting across from him, was full of envy on his face, nodded, and whispered sourly, "Young master, with this kind of hope, you can become a non-commissioned officer..."

Sergeant?

Not interested in.

Han Muye held the purple aura in his hand, let it change, and finally turned into a lavender flowing cloud attached to the map of the folding fan.

In an instant, this folding fan mountain and river map was dyed purple.

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Entering Zhongzhou for the first time, paving the way for the second and third later

There is no Han Muye in Zhongzhou, but the legend of Han Muye

Thirty years later, the great Confucian Han Muye went to the imperial city