Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 337 - Looking at the Red Flowers, Wet with Rain at Dawn, Really Reading for a Night

Chapter 337: Looking at the Red Flowers, Wet with Rain at Dawn, Really Reading for a Night

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Liao Chen trembled.

Oh no!

Liao Chen was used to being a businessman. In such a situation, he subconsciously wanted to figure out how to protect himself.

But Young Master Han Mu was not!

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

This was the hero that Mr. Dongfang had personally introduced!

Liao Chen sighed softly, turned around, and bowed to Han Muye. “Brother Han, I was wrong.”

Han Muye stood up, his expression indifferent, but he did not reach out to help him.

“It was no wonder Dongfang Shu didn’t acknowledge your Liao family’s disciples as disciples. You’re a merchant. Have you even lost your temperament as a Confucian Dao cultivator?”

Han Muye looked at the opposite window sill and saw that Jiang Chongyang and Luo Wuyang were fine.

“I, Han Mu, traveled the world and came with poems and essays. You’re saying that I don’t know poetry?”

It was a perfect fit!

Poetry and essays came freely to him!

As soon as he said this, Jiang Chongyang and Luo Wuyang’s expressions darkened.

Below, everyone looked up at Han Muye, who was standing in front of the window sill.

On the top floor of the cabin, the young princess in a moon-white robe, Qin Yunshan, approached Princess Yunjin. “Sister, it’s this person.”

She had complained to Princess Yunjin earlier, but her sister ignored her, making her a little depressed.

However, at this moment, her eyes revealed a spiritual light. “Sister, do you think this guy can compose a good poem and defeat that person from the Hongcheng Sword Sect?

“Even if you dance for him, it’s better than dancing for the people from the Hongcheng Sword Sect.”

At this point, she was stunned. Then she reached out and hugged Princess Yunjin. “No, you’re not showing anyone.”

Princess Yunjin laughed and reached out to touch her head. Then she said in a low voice, “I hope he has the courage to write this poem.”

Not only did the poem suppress Luo Wuyang, but he also had the courage to become enemies with the Hongcheng Sword Sect.

Ordinary people did not have such courage.

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

“Most of the glory of the three counties has been taken over by our Hongcheng Sword Sect. It would be a pity if you didn’t come.”

“Alright.” Han Muye nodded and said seriously, “I’ll naturally go take a look.”

Hearing his words, an arrogant smile appeared on Luo Wuyang’s face. “Good, good. You’re a proper Confucian scholar after all. You’re still a little arrogant.

“I obtained this poem from a half-baked Confucian cultivator.

“Tell me, is this poem good or bad?”

Behind him, a green-robed men stood up.

Spiritual light and sword intent flashed on these people’s bodies. Clearly, their cultivation levels were profound.

Killing a Confucian Dao cultivator and obtaining a poem.

“You already said that you’re a dabbler. What can you do?” Han Muye shook his head.

Not much.

Luo Wuyang’s expression darkened.

He was provoking the Hongcheng Sword Sect.

Jiang Chongyang looked at Han Muye and said in a deep voice, “The rules of the Cloud Brocade Immortal s.h.i.+p. Since you say that this poem is not good, compose a song.”

Make a poem and suppress the other party?

Han Muye shook his head.

Not interested.

Jiang Chongyang frowned. Before he could speak, he heard Han Muye say loudly, “There are many people who can make something better than this poem. If you don’t believe me, you can ask.”

Jiang Chongyang looked down at the hall below and said coldly, “Let’s see who dares to—”

“The Central Continent is the Central Continent of Confucianism.” Han Muye’s voice interrupted him.

“Today, someone dared to suppress the Confucian Dao. In the future, someone will dare to break through Jinchuan and the Imperial City.”

Han Muye’s voice was filled with deafening heroism. “The Confucian Dao has suppressed the luck of the Central Continent for tens of thousands of years. Today, someone actually suppressed the Confucian Dao in Jinchuan City.

“Are you guys going to rebel?”

Rebel?

Who would dare?

Jiang Chongyang’s face turned pale and his eyes widened.

Beside him, Luo Wuyang and the others also had solemn expressions as they stared at Han Muye.

No one dared to shoulder the blame.

On the top floor of the cabin, Princess Yunjin’s eyes were bright.

She lowered her head and looked at Han Muye through the curtain.

Han Muye seemed to sense something and looked up.

“Young Master, aren’t you going overboard?”

Jiang Chongyang suppressed his emotions and said in a low voice, “The matters in the cultivation world have nothing to do with the dynasty.”

“Unrelated?” Han Muye raised his eyebrows and said calmly, “Tell Su Zizhan that it has nothing to do with him.

“Tell He Jing that it has nothing to do with him.”

“Tell Zhuang Han that it has nothing to do with him.”

After a pause, looking at the pale Jiang Chongyang, Han Muye said coldly, “Perhaps you have the courage to say this to Wen Mosheng.”

The County Governor of Shuxi County, Su Zizhan.

He Jing, the commander of the Mystic Sun Guards in Shuxi County.

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

The dynasty’s Minister Wen, the Confucian Dao’s sage, Mo Wensheng.

The entire cabin was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

Jiang Chongyang’s expression changed, but he did not dare to say anything.

The world belonged to the king.

The Confucian Dao focused on external kings and internal sages.

A Confucian Daoist was gentle to his own people and ruthless to his enemies.

If anyone dared to cross the line with the Confucian Dao, the Mystic Sun Guards would finish him off.

The Hongcheng Sword Sect was strong, but no matter how strong a cultivation sect was, they had to lower their heads before the Confucian Dao!

Beside Luo Wuyang, a middle-aged man in his forties waved his hand and asked Jiang Chongyang to retreat.

He took a step forward and looked at Han Muye. “Young Master is good at debate.”

He raised his hand and cupped his hands at the top of the cabin. Then he said, “Jinchuan’s scenery is indeed extraordinary.

“We cultivators are from the wilderness after all. We can’t be tainted by the mortal world. Goodbye.”

With that, he flicked his sleeve and flew out of the window on the other side.

Luo Wuyang and the others also flew away.

Gone.

They were straightforward and did not even leave a few words to save face.