Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 339: Looking at the Red Flowers, Wet with Rain at Dawn, Really Reading for a Night (3)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Moreover, he did not read nonchalantly, casually, indifferently. From time to time, he would recite a few words softly and even comment in a low voice.

Hearing his comments, Princess Yunjin’s eyes lit up. She hurriedly leaned over and looked at the sentence. As she took out her brush and ink, she quickly recorded these words.

When he finished one, he switched to another.

At this moment, he could not even be bothered with the number one beauty in Jinchuan.

Princess Yunjin was not angry. She noted down Han Muye’s comments as she tidied up the book.

A moment later, Han Muye finished reading the book on the table. Princess Yunjin put away the book and handed over another stack.

This was probably what it meant to read books.

“Young Master, what does the deep clouds you mentioned mean?

“Young Master, is there a reason why you said that a whale fell and all living things were born?

“Young Master, Young Master, what was the last sentence you said just now? I didn’t hear it clearly.”

…

Unknowingly, dawn arrived in the east.

Han Muye reached for the new book, but he missed it and touched something soft.

Stunned for a moment, he looked up and saw Princess Yunjin retracting her palm with a resentful expression.

That night, Han Muye didn’t even look up.

“Sorry, a night has passed.”

Han Muye shook his head and stood up regretfully.

He had read more than a hundred books in one night, and they were all precious books of the Confucian Dao. He had gained a lot.

The dozens of Confucian Dao divine powers turned into golden characters that existed in his sea of Qi and reflected the sword intent inside.

There were similarities between divine powers and sword intent.

After stretching his muscles, Han Muye cupped his hands and said, “Thank you for accompanying me for the night, Princess. Han Mu will take his leave.”

Why did this sound like something else?

Seeing Han Muye walk towards the pavilion school, Princess Yunjin suddenly said in a low voice, “Young Master Han, last night, you said that you know everything about poetry. I wonder if you can leave a poem for Yunjin?”

Leave a poem?

Princess Yunjin had helped him read for the entire night. Could he satisfy this small wish?

Han Muye nodded and walked to the desk. He picked up the ink brush that Princess Yunjin had copied and evaluated previously and gently placed it on the ink.

He wrote a poem and strode out of the loft.

As soon as he opened the door, the little princess who was rushing in almost fell.

“You, tell me, what did you and my sister do all night?” The little princess gritted her teeth and clenched her fists.

“Read.” With that, Han Muye went straight downstairs.

“Read?” The little princess’s eyes widened. “A man and a woman reading alone all night?”

She pushed open the half-closed door and walked into the loft to see Princess Yunjin kneeling in front of a desk. Her clothes were neat and tidy, and there were various books and papers in front of her.

“You really read?”

The little Princess Yunduan leaned forward curiously and saw a poem on the paper in front of Yun Jin.

“Good rain knows the season. When spring happens, it will sneak into the night with the wind. It will moisten things without a sound. The clouds on the wild path will be black, and the flames on the river boat will be bright. Look at the red flower, wet with rain at dawn.

After reciting a few poems, the little Princess Yunduan’s expression changed and she stomped her feet.

“Look at the red flower, wet with rain at dawn. You’re a lecher and you are saying that you didn’t do anything. You’ve clearly done everything…”

With a low curse, she turned and ran out.

Yunjin, who was sitting there, carefully folded the paper and looked at the stack of words he had memorized with a smile.

“According to the rules of the Cloud Brocade Immortal Ship, if there’s a poem left behind, I have to dance. When will you come and watch me dance…”

….

Outside Jinchuan City.

Liao Chen looked at Han Muye regretfully and cupped his hands. “Brother Han, are you really not staying in Jinchuan for a few more days?”

As soon as they left the Cloud Brocade Immortal Ship, Han Muye said that he wanted to leave Jinchuan City.

Liao Chen teased him and asked if he was staying on the immortal boat for the night, afraid that the entire city of scholars would come and break through the courtyard.

However, he did not expect Han Muye to really decide to leave Jinchuan City.

“Although Jinchuan is good, it’s not my hometown.” Han Muye shook his head and looked ahead. “I gained a lot from this trip. I’m satisfied.”

After becoming a Confucianist Grandmaster, reaching a deal with the Fujin Trading Company, and reading the imperial family’s books, the gains from this trip to the Central Continent exceeded Han Muye’s imagination.

Watching Han Muye lead Lin Shen and the others away, Liao Chen’s expression was complicated.

Whether it was the pill and sword business or Han Muye’s bearing and knowledge, they both left an extremely deep impression on him.

Last night, Han Muye was actually left on the top of the immortal boat by Princess Yunjin.

Such a thing was unimaginable.

Although he had heard of the viscountess dancing, he had never heard of her staying overnight.

What happened on the immortal boat that night?

“Young Master Seventeen! The family head wants you to return to the trading company quickly.” A figure ran behind Liao Chen and said in a low voice.

Liao Chen nodded and followed him into Jinchuan City.

“Have you heard? Someone actually stayed on the top floor of the Cloud Brocade Immortal Ship last night!” On both sides of the road, someone whispered.

“Of course I heard. It’s said that that person really stayed the entire night and even left a poem. The little heir is already looking for that guy with a whip.” Someone lowered his voice and exclaimed excitedly.

Overnight, the entire city knew Han Mu’s name!

Many people in Jinchuan City gritted their teeth in anger!

A poem?

Liao Chen was stunned for a moment. He did not know that Han Muye had left a poem.

There was no need for him to ask any poems. Someone had already quietly recited them.

“Good rain knows the season. When spring happens, it will sneak into the night with the wind. It will moisten things without a sound. The clouds on the wild path will be black, and the flames on the river boat will be bright. Look at the red flower, wet with rain at dawn.

After savoring a few poems in a low voice, Liao Chen looked confused.

Is this real poetry?

If not for Princess Yunjin’s deliberate effort, would such poems have circulated?

Was it for Han Mu to become famous, or was there another motive?

Looking up, the little crown princess with the horse whip in front of her galloped over on a little red horse.

Liao Chen grinned. It was no wonder Brother Han wanted to leave quickly.

“Little Crown Princess, that guy has already run away.” He straightened his clothes and strode forward.

…

“Granny Lan.”

A hundred miles outside Jinchuan City, Tan Tan looked at the great demon Mu Jin walking over.

There was a mystic technique between the wood demons. As they were leaving the immortal ship, Han Muye asked Tan Tan to summon Mu Jin.

“The spiritual herbs have been delivered. Shall we return to the Western Frontier now?” Mu Jin looked at Han Muye.

“Senior, you guys go back to the Western Frontier first.” Han Muye looked up into the distance with a smile on his face.

“I’m going to see the scenery of the three counties on invitation by my friend.”

Mu Jin frowned and looked ahead.

Over there, a few sword lights seemed to shoot into the sky.

Is he really Han Muye’s good friend in the Sword Dao?

Watching Lin Shen drive the flying ship away with Kong Chaode and Han Muye, Mu Jin shook her head and looked at Tan Tan.

“Girl, how’s their business?”

‘Business?’

Tan Tan gaped.

She had forgotten about this.

Mu Jin laughed and reached out to stroke Tan Tan’s head.

Mu Jin turned around and looked at the magnificent Jinchuan City. She sighed and said, “The prosperity of the Central Continent is not a place for us to stay for long.”

At her words, Tan Tan turned to look at the distant river.

The light song and dance were like a dream.

…

After the flying ship traveled for two hours, a few green-robed figures floated over and blocked the way.

“3,000 miles outside Jinchuan City, he killed a Confucian scholar with his sword. The law of the Central Continent is really going to be re-cultivated.” Han Muye smiled and looked at Luo Wuyang, who was holding a sword.

Someone from Hongcheng Sword Sect.

“Are you talking about the law now? Where did your heroic spirit on the immortal ship go?” Luo Wuyang looked at Han Muye coldly, his eyes filled with killing intent.

“Today, 30,000 sword cultivators of my Hongcheng Sword Sect will enter Shuxi. Take a look and see if the law is faster or the sword technique is faster within 500 miles of Jinchuan City.”