Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

Along the way, the scenery is everywhere, Zuo Lin introduced loudly, Han Muye and Mu Wan watched and talked softly.

Although Mu Wan came to the imperial city a few days early, she had never visited the imperial city.

The imperial city is so big that even if you walk around, you can't finish it in three or two.

"That's the Han's firm. This firm has only been in the imperial city for two years, and it has become a small and medium-sized firm in the imperial city."

Zuo Lin stretched out his finger and pointed to the shop with eight door faces on one side, and said.

"Han's firm is said to have started in Shuxi County, and it has something to do with Xijiang and East China Sea. Behind it is the Bailu Mountain Academy."

Zuo Lin knew a lot of news.

For a new business firm entering the imperial city, all parties will naturally inquire about the identity behind it.

Han's firm didn't hide it either, showing its background generously.

Without a background, it is too difficult to become bigger in the imperial city.

The carriage moved forward, and it took only half a day to reach the Imperial City Academy.

The purple gas turns into clouds and smoke, and the magnificent gas lasts forever.

The Imperial City Academy is surrounded by purple air like a fairyland.

On both sides of the avenue, pines and cypresses are connected.

All around were Confucian students who were either whispering or chanting.

The Imperial City Academy is said to be an academy, covering an area comparable to a large city.

There are more views here.

"This forest of steles was written by Cao Quan, who taught Cao Quan in the academy. It is said that Mr. Cao Quan spent 30 years studying here and left a forest of steles."

"Miss Young Master, please take a look, the pavilion over there is the famous Zuiwu Pavilion."

"Emperor City Xizhao, this is the place where Mr. Liu Gonglin lived in seclusion."

...

Huangcheng Academy has a history of more than 10,000 years, where is it not a story?

Before reaching the tall gate, the carriage stopped.

Han Muye and Mu Wan looked up and saw a faint golden light flashing in the large characters.

Imperial College.

"There is a spirit in the words, and the strokes are strong. The Confucian and Taoist Cultivation Base of the person who wrote the title is really extraordinary." Han Muye whispered, his eyes fell on the inscription below.

Really light.

The half-sage vice president of the Imperial City Academy.

It is said that this strong man lives in seclusion in the Imperial City Academy, and has not taught or seen for a hundred years.

Several people in Confucian robes went to the carriage and asked Han Muye where they were going.

The Imperial City Academy is open to outsiders.

If you want to audit the middle school class, you can go as long as you register.

This is the spirit of the Imperial City Academy.

"My son is going to visit—" Zuo Lin said, then turned his head slightly.

"Lu Yuzhou." Han Muye's voice came.

"Lu, Lu, the deputy head of the hospital." Zuo Lin almost bit his tongue.

Most of the Confucian and Taoist cultivators in the Imperial City Academy kept a low profile.

Many Grand Great Masters only come out to teach once every few decades.

And the sloppy one who looked like an old man on the street might be a Great Master.

Many people are famous, and their appearance is not good.

Among them, Lu Yuzhou was an exception.

Because the biggest thing in Zhongzhou in the past few years, Ludongshan County in Xinkaizhou, is the realm of enlightenment of this Vice-President Lu.

Who can not know the name of Lu Yuzhou for a major event that has not happened for thousands of years?

Also, this guy's reputation...

Zuo Lin's heart moved.

It is said that this Lu Yuzhou, the deputy head of the hospital, has many illegitimate children!

Is it?

"Deputy Director Lu lives in Qinghua Garden in the West Courtyard. You drive all the way west."

A middle-aged man in a Confucian robe said, handing over the pen and ink in his hand.

"Please also leave your name."

Han Muye reached out and took the pen and ink book. Seeing that the message of visiting Lu Yuzhou had been written down on it, he just waited for his name.

Looking up, his eyes fell on the four big characters of the Imperial City Academy, and Han Muye wrote gently.

The pen and ink were handed back, and the carriage slowly left.

"Visiting Vice-President Lu again? Who is this?"

"Isn't it here to look for relatives again? There are a lot of romantic affairs in Vice-President Lu's courtyard."

Before the door, a few people chuckled and looked down at the names on the book.

"Good word!" Some people were amazed when they saw the words.

The handwriting is strong, like a knife carved into wood.

The iron and silver hooks show the sharpness of the brush and ink.

"This word has a trace of spirituality?" Someone raised his head and looked at the front door.

The words on the courtyard of the Imperial City Academy actually had a radiance to the handwriting on the book.

"Makino?"

"Makino!"

The middle-aged man holding the book widened his eyes and turned his head slowly.

"Guanjiangkou is a Confucian and Taoist major cultivator from the Preferred Gods?"

"The major repairer who is worthy of the brothers in the deputy head of Lu?"

"So young?"

Although it was rumored that the overhaul was extremely young, everyone felt that the rumors were not credible.

But looking at it at this time, the rumors are really credible...

Zuo Lin, who was driving the car, had a blank look in his eyes, and he did not regain his senses until the carriage drove to Qinghua Garden.

After asking the Confucian scholars along the way, the carriage stopped in front of a rather quiet courtyard.

Stepping out of the car, Han Muye looked around.

"These two stone benches are good, and there are inscriptions, Zuo Lin, put them in the car."

Get into the car?

Zuo Lin shivered all over.

Is this thing easy to move?

However, when he looked up and saw that Han Muye was going to study other objects, Zuo Lin gritted his teeth and bent over to move two stone benches.

This should be the nomination.

How can you gain the trust of this young master if you don't do something to steal and crawl?

The two stone benches were extremely heavy, and it took Zuo Lin a lot of effort to get on the carriage.

Fortunately, he still has a bit of Cultivation Base with him. Although he has only just entered Qi Condensation, he can still carry things.

Just after loading the two stone benches into the car, Han Muye stretched out his hand and pointed to a few flower pots in the small courtyard.

"Senior brother, this Jade Epiphyllum is quite precious." Mu Wan whispered from the side.

"It's okay, I will take Lu Yuzhou's things when I see them. He doesn't dare not give them." Han Muye waved his hand and pointed at the flowerpot: "Move it."

Zuo Lin glanced at Han Muye.

Could it be that this relationship with Vice President Lu is really what he thought?

However, Vice-President Lu still has direct descendants in the family. The elders and children are orderly. If you really dare to evacuate the courtyard of Vice-President Lu, I'm afraid it will offend the Lu family.

Bowing his head, Zuo Lin gritted his teeth and moved the potted plant onto the carriage.

When one road goes dark, this is also a no-brainer.

Just hope you don't get caught.

"Hey, who are you guys, even Lao Lu's Jade Epiphyllum dare to move?"

"He's a very precious thing."

Zuo Lin was holding the flower pot and froze there.

Looking up, a white-bearded old man wearing a sackcloth shirt with his sleeves up is looking at himself curiously.

Zuo Lin turned to look at Han Muye.

Han Muye waved his hand and said, "Go on."

"And this pot." Zuo Lin bite the bullet and put the flower pot into the car.

The white-bearded old man looked at Han Muye and grinned, "I see, this old Lu is definitely in debt again."

As he said that, he looked at Xiaoyuan and shouted: "Lao Lu, Lao Lu, get up, your Jade Epiphyllum has been taken away!"

Only when he finished speaking, the door in the yard opened instantly, and Lu Yuzhou with messy clothes and hair rushed out.

"What bastard dares—"

Seeing that the place for Jade Epiphyllum was empty, Lu Yuzhou just opened his mouth to scold, and suddenly looked up to see Han Muye standing in front of him with a smile on his face.

"Han, Han, Brother Han..."

"Pop—" The flower pot that Zuo Lin was holding fell to the ground.

The white-bearded old man on the side stared at Han Muye curiously, looking up and down.

"Brother Yuzhou, I've come all the way, won't you invite me in to sit?" Han Muye put his hands behind his back and said with a smile.

Hearing Han Muye's words, Lu Yuzhou tidied up his clothes and cupped hands towards Han Muye.

"Thank you Brother Muye for taking action."

"Please."

The battle of Guanjiangkou, if it wasn't for Han Muye, even if Lu Yuzhou went there personally, I'm afraid it wouldn't be able to solve it so neatly.

Lu Yuzhou would not be able to use the means to seal the eight counties of the Shinto.

Without the power of the Conferred Gods to divide the Taoist sect, the eight counties in the southeast, his Dongshan county, there are more troubles.

Anyway, Wen Xiang won't come forward for this trivial matter.

Other Confucian and Taoist Powers are more willing to shrink their heads and watch the fun.

"Muye?" The eyes of the white-bearded old man on the side were bright, and he paced to squeeze into the small courtyard.

"Aren't you Closed Door Training at home, Lao Yan? What are you doing here with me?" Lu Yuzhou glared angrily.

"Hey, you're a guest here, of course I have to come and see." The white-bearded old man's face was full of smiles, his eyes only wandering around Han Muye and Mu Wan.

Lu Yuzhou looked at him, muttered a few words, raised his hand and invited him in.

Zuo Lin, who was cleaning the broken flower pots on the ground at the door, heard Han Muye's voice.

"Zuo Lin, you have recently moved back this pear-flower-wood chair."

...

There are two wing rooms in the small courtyard, as well as a study and a small hall.

Several teenagers in green robes stepped forward and saluted Han Muye.

These are the small pine trees and green grass above the dead star who became enlightened, and now they are following Lu Yuzhou's side.

Treating these little guys, Lu Chenzhou really regarded them as his own children.

"It looks like you are making progress. Is this studying at the Imperial City Academy?"

Han Muye turned to look at Lu Yuzhou, and then his eyes fell on the wall in front of him.

"This orchid is well-painted, Shan Yin Xu said, is that Mr. Qingteng?"

As he spoke, he had already stepped forward and stretched out his hand.

Step on the desk, reach out and put the scroll away.

Lu Yuzhou shivered in distress.

The white-bearded old man had a better smile on his face.

Han Muye picked up another painting.

Since it was hung in Lu Yuzhou's study, it was naturally a good thing.

Just painting and calligraphy, Zuo Lin moved back and forth four or five times.

His expression was sluggish now, and he only did what Han Muye ordered.

Although Lu Yuzhou felt distressed, he moved things closely to Han Muye.

Han Muye also didn't mention the fact that this guy calculated himself and made himself contribute to Guanjiangkou.

Unspoken.

If it weren't for Lu Yuzhou and his family, how could Han Muye be idle and show off the show, Preferred Gods in Guanjiangkou?

Han Muye and Mu Wan didn't stay long in Lu Yuzhou's courtyard.

He just emptied the bookshelves, paintings, tables and chairs in the two study rooms and a small hall, drank a cup of tea, and got up and left.

According to what he said, you, Lu Yuzhou, have a bad character, and I don't want to get close to you.

While speaking, he also looked at Mu Wan.

Mu Wan just lowered her head and smiled.

This made the old Yan beside him laugh.

Watching Han Muye and the others walk out of the empty courtyard, the smile on Lao Yan's face slowly faded, and there was light in his eyes.

"Is it really that Makino of the One Word Preferred Gods?"

If it weren't for this one, he wouldn't be interested.

Lu Yuzhou looked at the backs of Han Muye and Mu Wan, nodded, and showed emotion on his face.

"I didn't expect a word of the Conferred Gods method, but I was able to become enlightened, and it was really thanks to him."

If it wasn't for Han Muye's help, Lu Yuzhou is now a dead bone.

Hearing Lu Yuzhou's words, Lao Yan turned his head and looked solemn: "Tian Xingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement, the terrain is Kun, a gentleman carries things with great virtue?"

Lu Yuzhou nodded.

Lao Yan paced and walked out of the courtyard slowly.

"It's interesting that such a character came to the imperial city."

"The Jade Epiphyllum, is it about to bloom?"

Lu Yuzhou nodded, the corners of his mouth twitched.

Jade Epiphyllum, is really his favorite...

The carriage was full of things, so Han Muye asked Zuo Lin to take it to the store first, and then he and Mu Wan strolled around the Imperial City Academy first, and then hired a car to go back.

Zuo Lin drove away in his car, and Han Muye and Mu Wan walked side by side on the boulevard.

"Senior brother, those are all treasures, aren't you afraid that Zuo Lin will run away with him?" Mu Wan turned her head to look at Han Muye.

Han Muye laughed.

Things are good things, but they are all treasures of Confucianism and Taoism, and the imprints are obvious. Even if they are taken away, they are easy to recover.

Besides, as long as Zuo Lin wasn't stupid, he wouldn't dare to take these things.

"It is said that the spring tide pavilion of Yuyan Lake in the Imperial City Academy is very beautiful. Junior sister, let's go and have a look?" Han Muye stretched out his hand to hold Mu Wan's hand.

Mu Wan shrunk her hands into her sleeves in a panic.

Here, many people.

Still, she blushed and nodded.

The two walked along the avenue to the pavilion filled with water vapor in front of them.

At this time, Zuo Lin, who was driving a carriage, parked the car in front of a pavilion.

The pavilion is obviously a classroom, and there is a sound of reading.

Outside the pavilion, there are many young people in robes sitting on the stone steps, with their heads stretched out and books spread out on their legs.

This is the Confucian scholar who came to listen.

It is said that the great Confucian scholar in the Imperial City Academy teaches knowledge. There are formations in the classroom, which can isolate the sound of the avenue. Outside auditors, there is no sound of the avenue to listen to. Many knowledge is difficult to understand.

But for those Confucian students, it was a great blessing to be able to sit in and listen to them. It would be a lifelong dream to sit in the classroom and listen to lectures like those formal students of the academy.

"Zuo Yulong, Yulong—" Zuo Lin, who jumped out of the carriage, shouted, causing the Confucian scholars who were on the sidelines to frown.

An 18- or 19-year-old young man sitting in front of the stone steps stood up, looked at the position beside him with some reluctance, and squeezed down the stone steps.

His place was quickly taken up.

"Father, why are you looking for me?" The young man stepped forward, bowed to Zuo Lin, and asked softly.

Zuo Lin stretched out his hand and grabbed Zuo Yulong's sleeve, and said in a low voice, "Yulong, don't you want to read Daru's handwriting?"

"Dad brought it for you."

Zuo Yulong was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly: "Father, I'm content to listen here, don't spend Spirit Stones buying Confucianism and Taoism books, those peddling on the street are all fake..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zuo Lin had already pulled him onto the frame, pushed him into the car, and drove away.

"I'll hurry up, you look good."

Zuo Yulong slammed into the carriage and his forehead touched a large chair.

He looked down, the whole person was stunned, his shoulders trembled.

In front of him, on a booklet, the words were agile, like flowers.

""Decade of Flowers" Lu Yuzhou's essay, the handwriting of Vice President Lu?"

"Half-holy handbook?"

He slowly raised his head and looked at the books, scrolls, tables and chairs piled up in the carriage.

"Father, you, me, am I your own?"