Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

Han Muye turned his head and saw a 15 or 16 years old boy in a jade white robe and a purple jade crown standing at the bow ahead.

This young man had red lips and white teeth, his face was like powder, and his body was a little more delicate, but his eyes stared fiercely, revealing a lot of resentment.

"It turns out that the prince is here," Liao Chen also saw the young man, and bowed with a smile: "The villain was just confused for a while, and he made a false statement, which should not be taken as true."

He cupped hands as he spoke.

This young man is the prince of Zhenxi, so it is no wonder that he is angry, after all, he is talking about his sister, even if there is no saying that women should not show up in the Zhongzhou Dynasty.

Liao Chen apologized. Although the little prince was still angry, he didn't chase after him. He raised his eyes and glared at Han Muye before turning around and walking into the cabin.

Seeing him leave, Liao Chen got up and cupped his hands apologetically to Han Muye, and then whispered, "The king of Zhenxi is obsessed with cultivation, and his sons are difficult. The little county master Yun Duan was raised as a son of the world since he was a child."

It turned out to be so.

"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 quite clean, but he wasn't interested in the tune.

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

The cabins are large and luxuriously furnished.

The bright pearls that can be seen everywhere shine brightly and illuminate the cabin.

Such pearls cost a hundred Spirit Stones each.

There are also all kinds of hanging ornaments, which are all made of high-quality spiritual materials.

In the middle, such as the lobby of the well, there are several musical instruments on the wide high platform.

Around, many women in colorful clothes walked like butterflies.

There are various paintings and calligraphy hanging on the pillars on the four walls of the cabin.

There are also various handwritings on some white and white walls, some are elegant, some are sparse, some are messy, and some are regular.

"Those Confucian and Taoist practitioners who can only stay in this hall always feel that they are very talented, and only one poem can impress the women in this fairy boat."

"It's not wrong. There is a poem circulating on the Jinchuan River, which leads to the story of the fairy getting married."

Pointing at the words on the wall, Liao Chen shook his head and said, "It's just that if there is only some talent and no family wealth, how could the woman on the immortal boat like it?"

"Those stories that are circulating are just to attract people to the fairy boat and accumulate people's popularity."

Accumulate popularity.

That's the real purpose.

Han Muye had seen the crowd gathered on the Yunjin Immortal Boat before.

It seems that the Zhongzhou Cultivation World has really used every means for the sake of popularity.

The Western Xinjiang practice world emphasizes wealth and law, and Zhongzhou puts people first.

"Then Han, if Young Master Han writes a poem, will it attract the fairy to marry him?" Tan Tan, who was following behind and looking around, suddenly asked aloud.

Hearing her words, Liao Chen turned to look at Han Muye, with a smile on his face: "Brother Han doesn't write poetry, this person's appearance, family background and wealth can also attract fairies to the hearts of ordinary people."

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

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

Someone who recognized Liao Chen whispered a few words in a low voice.

Fujin Firm is one of the three major firms in Jinchuan.

Immediately, many women had different expressions in their eyes.

Tan Tan glanced at Han Muye, muttered a few words in his mouth, 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 attic can not only see the view of the big river outside, but also watch the singing and dancing in the lobby.

It is not Liao Chen's identity, such a good position will never be arranged.

Han Muye sat there, listening to Liao Chen whispering about interesting stories on the Jinchuan River.

Whether it's the love between children and children on a cruise ship, or the manifestation of treasures and spiritual things in the river, the ups and downs are bizarre, and they can all attract people's attention.

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

Lin Shen was not interested at all, he stood with his arms folded and his eyes narrowed.

Tan Tan blinked her big eyes, completely attracted by the love and hatred.

This is the shit thing.

Love in the world is the most heartbreaking.

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

Renwang and Haoran Qi traveled through his body, turning into an invisible aura.

At this moment, his spiritual sense was divided into two parts, one remained in his body, comprehending the boundless red dust, and the other, hanging high in the sky, merged with the ever-flowing Jinchuan River.

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

Divine Sense fell on the river, and it seemed that he could feel the silent emotion in it.

Mountains and rivers, have emotions?

Maybe, really?

In Han Muye's mind, the image of the rushing river appeared.

The trickles merged into a river.

This big river is the natural formation of heaven and earth, and it is also excavated by countless people.

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

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

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

Jinchuan River and Jinchuan City coexist.

Did people make this big river, or did the big river feed people?

Han Muye's spiritual sense raised his head and looked forward.

Over there, is the direction of the Jinchuancheng County Governor.

"Om-"

A golden light ascended from the guard house.

A phantom shadow appeared.

It was a phantom of a golden armored warrior standing in the sky, scanning the surroundings with both eyes.

It was just a search, but nothing came out, and it just dispersed.

When the Divine General phantom dissipated, Han Muye's divine soul power dropped slightly and returned to his body.

During this process, he saw that on the top floor of the immortal boat, the little princess in men's clothing was talking to a young man in a purple robe.

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

His eyebrows are picturesque, and his phoenix eyes are affectionate. Although he wears men's clothes, this style is still flamboyant and overwhelming.

If you wear women's clothes and dance, you will not fall into the name of Jinchuan's first beauty.

It seems that this is the master of Yunjin County.

Han Muye's divine soul only took a glance, and then returned to the body, and it became one with the red dust spell in the divine treasure.

A small smile appeared on his face.

He has experienced this kind of soul-splitting scene several times.

Either at the beginning of the tyrannical Cultivation Technique, the spirit led, or during the war, the power of the spirit was pushed to the extreme.

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

For example, this time, there is a drop of water in Han Muye's treasure.

This drop of water is the accumulation of the power of the Jinchuan River's water veins.

With this drop of water, his water system has infinite affinity.

Before, he was favored by the heaven and the earth in the Western Borders.

At this time, with this drop of water on his body, in the water veins of the world, he can walk freely, and he can also attract the closeness of the water monsters.

And when pill refining, using the power of water veins to pill refining is also much more convenient.

The power of the water veins soothes the body Meridians, which just complements the fiery ferocity of his Nine Yang Gong.

unexpected surprise.

With this windfall, Han Muye is in a good mood.

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

Man dances and sings, the world is crisp.

"It's so nice to be a human..." Tan Tan whispered while lying on the long table, watching the graceful dance below.

Han Muye shook his head.

Tan Tan, who grew up in Qingmang Mountain, of course thinks that the mortals on the Jinchuan River are wonderful, but she doesn't know that there are not only singing and dancing in this world, but also life, old age, sickness and death, and poverty.

Today, Tan Tan only sees the brightest side of the Jinchuan River.

She could not see the bottom of the Jinchuan River, covered with dead bones.

The show in the lobby below is really exciting.

There is a group of dancing women with immortal-like bodies, stretching on the high platform or with water sleeves, with thin waists and no bones, raising their hands and feet, as soft as water, making people feel love and pity.

There is also a woman who wears brocade clothes, holds a cloud board, and matches silk and bamboo behind her. Every word she speaks, her singing is loud and clear. After a song is finished, there is no sound in the cabin.

The song is good, the dance is good, and it makes people nostalgic.

There were already many people in the lobby.

Some scribes in blue shirts shouted the names of the women on the stage and shouted that Feiqing would not marry.

There is the savage scholar, holding a wine glass, swaying, reciting poetry and prose that no one can understand, laughing and crying, crying and laughing.

Sitting on a high place, watching this scenery, has a different meaning.

Liao Chen turned his head and saw the bright light in Han Muye's eyes. He was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Brother Han is indeed an extraordinary person. Looking at this variety, he can be transcendent."

Transcendent.

Han Muye looked at the surrounding attic.

There are many people sitting in these attics.

These people sit high above the lobby, looking down at the various forms below, and can use this to sharpen their hearts.

The blue-shirted scribe who shouted the woman's name did not know that the woman who was unattainable in his life, these people in the attic could stay in the boudoir tonight with just one call.

Those desolate scholars who are crying and laughing may not know that the fairy who made him unforgettable in this life may be abandoned by someone in the attic.

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

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

But this arrogant anger appeared slightly, and Liao Chen's whole body trembled, and he was completely stunned.

The lofty spirit is in harmony with people's expectations, the world is the same as the world, and the realm of the Great Master!

The Han Mu in front of you is a Great Master of Confucianism and Taoism? The Great Master was not seen in the west of Shu, and Liao Chen also heard the rumors about the Great Master.

But he knows that those who can become Great Masters in the world are all great Confucians who are famous all over the world and whose literary names suppress one side.

Everyone has no idea how many years they have practiced.

How could Young Master Han Mu in front of him be the Great Master of Confucianism and Taoism?

When he wanted to take a closer look, the aura of Han Muye's just breakthrough had all subsided, and he couldn't see a trace at all.

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

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

Of course he didn't look at it.

Han Muye has already reached the Cultivation Base, the peak of Confucianism and Taoism. Today, he is watching the world in this Xianzhou attic, and finally breaks through and reaches the state of Great Master.

The Grandmaster realm was filled with anger, and Han Muye suddenly realized many things that he didn't understand before.

For example, the feeling of wandering outside is the second layer of the Heaven Realm in the cultivation world, the Expanding Aperture period.

The spirit is separated from the body and travels thousands of miles.

However, Han Muye is not really in the period from Cultivation Base to Expanding Aperture, it is just a coincidence that his own soul has such means.

He didn't know before, the kind of behavior that the soul escapes from the body without any protection at all. If he encounters a strong person, he can wave his hand to make him fly away.

He didn't die, really ignorant, luckily.

At this time, Haoran Qi reaches the Grandmaster realm, and can use Haoran Qi to transform into the body, stay in the incarnation, and lock the soul.

Such means are the real power of Confucianism and Taoism.

Haoran Qi protects the soul, stronger than his own body.

The Great Master of Confucianism and Taoism, that is the existence above Nascent Soul.

It's a pity that Han Muye doesn't have much Confucianism and Taoism. The power of Confucianism and Taoism is also suppressed by Heavenly Dao in the western border, so he can't exert much power.

Otherwise, with this Confucianism and Taoism Cultivation Base, back to the Western Xinjiang can already be rampant.

"Master Yunjin, can we dance today?" Just as Han Muye realized his own changes, a voice came from an attic.

Liao Chen frowned and whispered, "Jiang Chongyang."

Seeing Han Muye looking at him, Liao Chen hurriedly introduced who Jiang Chongyang was.

The three major firms in Jinchuan are Fujin from the Liao family, Rongchuan from the Zhu family, and Shuxing from the Jiang family.

Each of these three firms has the support of the forces behind them. Behind the Liao family is the city lord of Jinchuan City, the Zhu family is the county governor, and the Jiang family is behind the Tianyun Daozong.

There are not many heavenly realms in Shuxi County. In Jinchuan City, the governor Su Zizhan, the commander of Xuanyangwei He Jing, and the commander of the Chiyan Army Zhuang Han are all suppressing parties.

Outside Jinchuan City, in the cultivation Sect, Tianyun Dao Sect is respected, and there are two heavenly realms among them.

With such strength, as long as they do not offend the dynasty or oppose the county governor, they can run rampant in Shuxi County.

Zhongzhou couldn't help but practice, except for the prosperity of Confucianism and Taoism, there are other practices.

"This Jiang Chongyang is not only the third son of the Jiang family, but also an elite disciple of the Tianyun Taoist Sect." Liao Chen shook his head and whispered: "Dao-Confucian dual cultivation, these characters are indeed Jinchuan talents."

Only such a person would dare to invite Yunjin County Lord to dance on the Yunjin Immortal Boat.

In the eyes of the big Sect, the royal family is just an empty shelf.

It doesn't need much respect.

Hearing that someone invited Yunjin County Lord to perform a dance, the entire lobby suddenly fell silent.

It is said that Yunjin County Master's colorful feather clothes dance is absolutely gorgeous, but no one has ever seen it.

The matter of Yunjin County's offering of a dance is just like those stories.

In the past, there were crazy drunk words in the lobby, asking the princess to perform a dance, but the result was nothing.

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

Unexpectedly, Jiang Chongyang really made a sound today and asked the county master to perform a dance.

Han Muye looked forward, and through the open hanging window, he could see the young man in purple standing in front of the window, bowing slightly. In the quiet room behind him, there were several people in green robes.

These people's body and bearing are extraordinary.

Seeing that there was no answer, Jiang Chongyang, who was wearing a purple robe, said again: "Master Yunjin, today Jiang led several brothers from the Jianzong of Hongcheng in Yunxiang County to Yunjin Xianzhou, just to watch you dance."

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

Yunxiang County, adjacent to Shuxi County, has a vast territory and many masters.

Hongcheng Jianzong is the first Sect in Yunxiang County.

Hearing Jiang Chongyang's introduction, there was an instant discussion in the immortal boat.

What does it mean when people from the Sword Sect of Hongcheng come to Shuxi County, or are they received by the third son of the Jiang family?

Liao Chen's expression was also solemn.

"Jianzong Hongcheng has long wanted to rule the Sect of the Three Counties. Is this really going to invade the cultivation world in Western Shu?"

Zhongzhou Confucianism and Taoism suppressed the world, but they did not care much about the affairs of the practice world.

The rise and fall of these practice sects, as long as they do not overdo it, the Confucianism and Taoism of the dynasty will not care.

But the cultivation world also belongs to the world of Zhongzhou, and the turbulence in the cultivation world will affect the mortal world.

In particular, a family of merchants such as Fujin Commercial Bank, which relies on the world of practice to gather wealth.

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

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

"Jiang San Gongzi, my Yunjin Xianzhou has its own rules."

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

Warm, agile, and intoxicating.

The Lord of Yunjin County.

Yunjin County Master was on the immortal boat, and also responded to Jiang Chongyang.

In the lobby, countless people raised their heads.

At this time, many people have mixed emotions.

On the one hand, of course, I hope to see the 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 the dance is presented, there should be those amazing Confucian scholars who have passed down thousands of miles of good poetry and prose, and lead the county master to take the initiative to perform the dance, rather than being invited by the children of a merchant's family to perform the dance.

District merchants.

"The rules of the Yunjin Xianzhou?" Jiang Chongyang laughed and turned to look at the people in green robes behind him.

"Brothers, if you can watch the dance of the Yunjin County Master, it depends on the talents of your brothers."

Hearing his words, the Qingpao men looked at each other.

A Daoist in his thirties stood up, walked slowly to the window, and said indifferently, "The rule on this Yunjin Immortal Boat is to press the boat with poetry and prose, so you are qualified to invite the princess to dance, right?"

His eyes swept across the lobby below, and then swept across the surrounding attic.

"In Xia Hongcheng Jianzong Luo Wuyang, there happened to be a poem, please comment."

After he finished speaking, he put his hands behind his back and looked up at the top floor of the cabin: "Luo visited Huayang Zong in Western Shu last year, and when he saw the mountains, rivers and mountains, they were all beautiful, and he wrote a poem."

"The three peaks of Lingyanghua, the big and small, belong to which family now. The immortals climbed the cranes on the top of the clouds, and the flowers of Yunxiang bloomed in the spring of Shu."

The poems are neat and the words are ordinary.

But the information revealed in it is extraordinary!

Huayang Sect!

Liao Chen, who was sitting in the same place, clenched his fists, and there was a trace of fear on his face.

"Huayang Sect? Huayang Sect was destroyed last year?" Someone in the lobby whispered.

"Yes, in Huayangzong last year, the three peaks were cut off and the Sect was destroyed." Someone looked up at Luo Wuyi who was standing in front of the hanging window with fear in their eyes.

Hearing the discussion below, Luo Wuyang's expression remained unchanged, and he said with a faint smile: "Indeed, the three Huayang peaks are now making a decoration in the back mountain of my Hongcheng Sword Sect."

Destroy other people's sects, cut off the three peaks, and take them to the sword sect of Hongcheng in Yunxiang County for decoration.

This kind of domineering behavior stunned everyone in an instant.

Even those arrogant Confucian scholars were also pale and dared not speak for a while.

Luo Wuyi laughed and looked around: "Everyone, do you think my poems are qualified to invite the princess to dance?"

Everyone he saw turned their faces away.

Are people talking about poetry?

People are talking about the general trend of Hongcheng Jianzong annexing the cultivation world of the three counties!

Today, it is fake to ask the princess to dance, but it is true to test all parties in the west of Shu.

Hongcheng Jianzong has formed an alliance with Tianyun Daozong to unify the cultivation world in Western Shu.

Now, it's time to test the reaction of Xiwangfu in Xishu Town.

At this time, who dares to speak?

The whole hall was silent.

"Master Han, do you think his poetry is good or bad?" In the attic, Tan Tan lowered his voice.

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

All eyes turned to the attic where Han Muye and the others were.

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

"Fujin Firm? I'm afraid the Liao family dare not offend the Jiang family? If they really fight, the Jiang family can keep the Liao family's goods out of Jinchuan City." Someone shook his head and sighed.

I thought someone could save the county master.

In the attic opposite, Luo Wuyi narrowed his eyes, and the cold Sword Ray flashed in his eyes.

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

"It turned out to be Liao Shiqi."

Looking at Liao Chen, a trace of disdain flashed across Jiang Chongyang's face, and he said loudly, "Liao Shiqi, what do you think of my brother Luo's poetry?"

The Confucian scholars in the lobby all looked up at Han Muye and the others in the attic.

After all, it is one of the three major commercial houses in Jinchuan City. At this time, there may be some resistance?

"Brother Jiang, aren't you embarrassing me?" Liao Chen stood up, cupped his hands and said, "It's not like you don't know me, how could I understand this poem?"

don't know.

In Jinchuan City, the sons of the three major commercial firms said that they did not understand poetry?

Ha ha.

Hearing Liao Chen's words, Jiang Chongyang let out a satisfied laugh. Just as he was about to speak, Luo Wuyi, who was standing in front of him, suddenly said, "Tell me, how is my poetry?"

His eyes were fixed on Han Muye.

Liao Chen was stunned for a moment, then quickly cupped his hands: "Brother Luo, my friend came to Jinchuan for the first time, and I don't know much about poetry."

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

Just before Liao Chen finished speaking, Han Muye's voice sounded: "You said I don't understand poetry?"