Han Muye turned his head and saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy wearing a jade-white brocade robe and a purple jade crown standing at the bow of the ship ahead.

This young man has red lips and white teeth, and a powdered face. He looks a bit frail, but his eyes are fiercely staring, 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 moment and told lies, which cannot be taken seriously."

As he spoke, he held up his hands.

This young man is the prince of Zhenxi, so no wonder he is angry. After all, he is talking about his sister, even though there is no rule in the Zhongzhou Dynasty that women should not show up in public.

Liao Chen apologized. Although the young prince was still angry, he did not pursue him. He raised his eyes and glared at Han Muye, then turned and walked towards the cabin.

Seeing him leave, Liao Chen stood up and bowed his hands to Han Muye apologetically, and then whispered: "The King of Zhenxi is obsessed with spiritual practice, and it is difficult to have heirs. The little princess Yun Dan was raised as the heir from childhood."

So that’s it.

"Anyway, let's not mess with her," Liao Chen laughed, raised his hand and said, "Brother Han, please."

Several women in pink clothes came forward, and Han Muye waved his hand.

He wasn't exactly clean, but he wasn't interested in this kind of thing.

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

The cabin is spacious and the interior decoration is luxurious.

Pearls can be seen everywhere, shining brightly, illuminating the cabin.

One such pearl costs a hundred spiritual stones.

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

In the middle, like a well-like lobby, there are several musical instruments placed on a wide high platform.

Around him, many women in colorful clothes were passing by like butterflies.

Various calligraphy and paintings are hung on the pillars on the four walls of the cabin.

There are also various handwritings on some pink and white walls, some are delicate, some are wild, some are messy, and some are regular.

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

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

Pointing at the words on the wall, Liao Chen shook his head and said, "If you only have some talent and no family wealth, how can the woman on the fairy boat like you?"

"Those stories that are circulated are just to attract people to Xianzhou and build up popularity."

Accumulate popularity.

This is the real purpose.

Han Muye had noticed before that there was someone looking forward to the Yunjin Fairy Boat.

It seems that Zhongzhou Cultivation World really uses all means to gain popularity.

The Western Xinjiang spiritual practice community emphasizes the importance of having a wealthy and dharma couple, but Zhongzhou puts popularity first.

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

Hearing her words, Liao Chen turned to look at Han Muye with a smile on his face: "Brother Han doesn't write poems, but his character, appearance, family background and wealth can attract the hearts of fairies."

His voice was loud, and many people around him turned their heads to look over.

Whether it is Han Muye or Liao Chen, their status and magnanimity are not comparable to those of ordinary Confucian and Taoist practitioners.

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

Fujin Trading Company is one of the three major trading houses in Jinchuan. Its wealth is so great that it can be said that half of the city is rich.

Suddenly, many women had different looks in their eyes.

Tan Tan glanced at Han Muye, muttered a few words, and then lowered his head.

Walking up the hanging building, in the elegant attic, the tables and chairs are all made of high-quality spiritual wood.

This attic can not only see the view of the river outside, but also watch the singing and dancing in the lobby.

If it weren't for Liao Chen's status, such a good position would never be arranged.

Han Muye sat there and listened to Liao Chen whispering interesting stories on the Jinchuan River.

Whether it's the love between a son and a daughter on a boat or the manifestation of treasures and spiritual objects in the river, the ups and downs and bizarre moments in it all make people listen.

Kong Chaode, who was born in Zhongzhou, had heard many similar stories, and he would echo them from time to time.

Lin Shen was not interested in any of this at all. He stood with his arms folded and his eyes narrowed.

Tantan blinked her big eyes, completely attracted by the love and hatred in it.

This is the world of mortals.

Love is the most heartbreaking thing in the world.

Han Muye sat there, waving the folding fan gently in his hand, with a calm expression on his face, and the golden light of the Red Dust Curse flashed in the divine treasure.

Human hope and awe-inspiring energy flowed through his body, turning into an invisible aura.

At this moment, his spiritual thoughts were divided into two, one part remained in the body, feeling the boundless world of mortals, and the other part hung high in the sky and merged with the endless flow of Jinchuan River.

The great river flows without stopping for thousands of years.

When my mind falls on the river, I seem to be able to feel the silent emotions in it.

Mountains and rivers, have emotions?

Maybe, really?

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

The trickling streams merge into a river.

This great river was created naturally by heaven and earth, and was carved out by countless people.

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

There are endless singing and dancing on the river, and there are people of letters and calligraphy.

This river is the source of dependence for all people, and it is also the cohesion of the water veins of heaven and earth.

Jinchuan River and Jinchuan City depend on each other and coexist.

Did people create this great river, or did the great river feed people?

Han Muye raised his head and looked forward.

Over there is the direction of Jinchuan Castle Magistrate's Office.

"Buzz——"

A golden ray of light rose from the tower.

A phantom appeared.

It was the phantom of a golden-armored warrior standing in the sky, his eyes scanning around.

After searching for a long time and finding nothing, they dispersed.

When the phantom of the god dispersed, the power of Han Muye's soul dropped slightly and returned to his true form.

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

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

Her eyebrows are picturesque and her eyes are affectionate. Even though she is wearing men's clothing, her style is still stunning.

If she puts on women's clothes and dances lightly, she really won't be named the most beautiful woman in Jinchuan.

It seems that this is Princess Yunjin.

Han Muye's soul only glanced briefly before returning to its true form and becoming one with the mortal curse in the divine treasure.

There was a slight smile on his face.

He had experienced this kind of soul-dividing scene several times.

Either at the beginning of practicing the tyrannical technique, the soul led the way, or during the war, the power of the soul was pushed to the extreme.

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

For example, this time, there was an extra drop of water in Han Muye's divine treasure.

This drop of water is the gathering power of the Jinchuan River water veins.

With this water droplet, his water affinity is infinite.

Previously, he had been favored by the heaven and earth in the Western Territory, and had reached the highest level of earth affinity. He could touch the earth with his feet and his body was invincible.

At this time, with this drop of water in his body, he can move freely through the water veins in the world, and can also attract the water monsters to get close to him.

Moreover, when refining elixirs, it is much more convenient to use the power of water veins to make elixirs.

The power of water pulses soothes the meridians of the body, which perfectly complements the intensity of his Nine Yang Kung Fu.

unexpected surprise.
To be continued...