At this time, standing on the edge of the avenue, a middle-aged scholar with a calm aura, green robe with big sleeves, tied up hair, neat short beard, and handsome face, who is Ivy Teng Xu Wei, the most elegant Confucian and Taoist, who is not it?
Qingteng Xu said that the youngest great master of Confucianism and Taoism was the most likely to become the pinnacle figure of Confucianism and Taoism, but he fell into the confusion of Taoism at the height of his power.
Over the past hundred years, who in the imperial city has not regretted it?
The last time this person appeared in front of people was a hundred years ago.
At that time, Qingteng Xu Wei was covered in ink stains, his hair was disheveled, and he had no bearing of a great master.
But at this time, Xu Wei was standing in front of the shop. Just standing there made it difficult for people to look directly at him.
The elegant style of Confucianism and Taoism is really revealed.
"Qingteng, I haven't seen you for more than a hundred years..." Qin Suyang, a Confucian and Taoist semi-sage, looked at Xu Wei in front of him, who was exactly the same as before, and sighed softly.
"Mr. Su Yang, I've been waiting for a long time." Xu Wei cupped his hands and spoke softly.
This long-awaited sound, I don’t know if it means being in this store, or it means that these hundred years have been wasted?
Xu Wei stepped forward slowly, and the generals on both sides bowed their hands solemnly.
Qingteng Xuwei not only had an elegant literary name, but also led a million troops to destroy a world as a Confucian and Taoist, strategizing and winning a victory thousands of miles away!
Although he has not been in the army for a long time, there is a legend about him in the army!
"Mr. Xu, long time no see..." Xiao Lingshan raised his hand and spoke softly.
Xu Wei gave a long laugh and said, "General Xiao, your style remains the same."
He turned his eyes to Han Muye and Mu Wan, and the smile on his face became even brighter.
"Are you the shopkeeper?"
Looking at Han Muye Xu Wei asked.
Han Muye nodded.
"Are you the boss's wife?" Xu Wei turned to Mu Wan.
Mu Wan's face turned red and she nodded slightly.
Xu Wei said solemnly: "Which one of you has the final say?"
Han Muye looked at Mu Wan, and Mu Wan just turned to look at him.
"I have the final say outside, but she has the final say at home." Han Muye said loudly.
Xu Wei laughed heartily.
"Is this Mr. Qingteng?" Taoist Changyun not far away turned to look at Bao Mingcheng and asked in a low voice.
Although he looks very elegant, he doesn't seem to have much elegance in his conversation.
At this time, Bao Mingcheng had calmed down and nodded gently.
"This is Mr. Qingteng."
His eyes shifted from Xu Wei to Han Muye, and then looked around.
"Mr. is an easy-going man and values nature."
Taoist Changyun twitched the corner of his mouth, then nodded.
What does advocating natural interest mean?
He didn't understand, but he had to pretend to understand.
Otherwise, people will think that he has not read enough.
"You see, there are half-saints, great masters, and generals in charge of the army here today, but only Mr. Qingteng is chatting with the shop owner."
"A saint is also a human being, and he should also have seven emotions and six desires."
"Back then, Mr. Qingteng fell into confusion because of love..."
Bao Mingcheng whispered softly, not sure whether he was talking to Taoist Changyun or to himself.
Not far away, several carriages came slowly.
Xu Wei turned his head and said with a smile: "You have quite a lot of connections. All of these people can come."
As he said that, he took a step back and stood beside Xiao Lingshan.
Xiao Lingshan smiled and nodded, then looked forward.
Over there, the carriage and horses stopped, and the old man who got off first was wearing a Confucian robe and holding a long wooden box under his arm.
"Yan Zhenqing, Vice President!" Xiao Lingshan shouted in a low voice.
Qin Suyang, who was standing at the door behind Han Muye, had a slight expression on his face, just in time to meet the eyes of Yan Zhenqing who was looking up.
Yan Zhen grinned lightly.
Han Muye smiled and nodded.
Lao Yan.
Lao Yan, who was not too troublesome in Lu Yuzhou's courtyard, turned out to be a half-sage of Confucianism and Taoism, and the deputy head of the Imperial City Academy. He spoke lightly.
Behind him was Lu Yuzhou, who was wearing a white robe and looked quite solemn.
Behind, Zhang Xu and several old men, all wearing green robes and long sleeves, came slowly.
Two vice-presidents of Imperial City Academy and several great Confucian and Taoist masters came to teach in person!
Being in the Imperial City, I don’t even know the people in the Imperial City Academy, but I still hear their names!
The semi-holy word is so light, a stele of diligence, and every word can subdue a whole world, which is the foundation of its sanctification.
Semi-Saint Lu Yuzhou entered Tianxuan with one realm and achieved the twenty states and counties of Tianxuan.
The great master Zhang Xu is said to have become so alienated that he has reached the point where he can only write flowers after writing.
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At the entrance of Danyuan Pavilion, Zuo Yulong was trembling all over and clenching his fists in excitement.
The only calm person present was probably Shao Datian.
He felt like he could knock down most of these old men with one punch.
Among the young men who received the carriages and horses, some whispered in a low voice to identify the people in the Imperial City Academy.
Bao Zhenyu on the side grinned and said: "Fortunately, I didn't go to the academy to study. Otherwise, I would have to kowtow to death in this scene?"
Turning his head, he saw his uncle staring at him not far away.
Obviously, his disrespectful expression now made his uncle angry.
"Ivy."
"Xiao Xu..."
"Old Xu, you are not dead yet."
Standing there, Xu Wei stole the limelight from Xiao Lingshan and Han Muye.
No way, his appearance was more shocking to the Confucian and Taoist people in the Imperial City Academy than the opening of a small shop.
Lu Yuzhou's eyes wandered over Han Muye and Xu Wei, grinning as he didn't know what he wanted to say. In the end, he didn't say it and just handed over a wooden box.
Others also followed suit and gave gifts.
Han Muye was not polite and reached out to take it.
Mu Wan also went to receive the gift.
They had planned it together at the beginning, and they were trying to steal the wool of these Confucian and Taoist masters.
The two looked at each other and smiled.
At this time, at the entrance of Danyuan Pavilion, except for a few Confucian and Taoist semi-sages and the Grand Master, who chatted a few words in a low voice and laughed a few times as if no one else was watching, the others did not even dare to express their feelings.
Even the passers-by who were watching quietly backed away.
As for the official officials and the two deacons from the Medicine Department who led the team, they were already about ten miles away at this time, right?
If you don't retreat ten miles away, how can you calm down the fear in your heart?
Seeing that no one came, Han Muye and Mu Wan stepped forward and took off the red silk on the plaque at the door.
"Old Huang's inscription?"
"Good boy, Lao Huang is under the control of the head of the family. I haven't seen him write in more than a hundred years, right?"
"He is grinding his Dahuangting every day now. He may fall into the same confusion as Xiao Xu."
"Not to mention, Lao Huang's calligraphy has really been improved."
Han Muye had known that these Confucian and Taoist people would look like this when they were together, so he stepped forward with a smile and invited them to come into the store to have a look.
"Why, do you still want to sell us some elixirs?" Yan Zhen chuckled lightly and walked into the store with Qin Suyang.
"Don't tell me, Vice President Yan, just take a look at these elixirs." Qin Suyang directly led Yan Zhenqing to the wooden stand and pointed to the jade bottles at the top.
"Blood Jade Immortal Spirit Pill?" Yan Zhen was slightly stunned and whispered: "Can you also encounter this pill?"
The fourth-grade elixir is still needed by the great monk, and is it just displayed in the store?
Such a treasure, even in a few major cities, only one or two would be produced every thirty to fifty years, right?
"Hey, dear, let's see if we can get this trick later." Yan Zhen murmured softly and turned around to see another jade bottle.
"hiss--"
"Third-grade elixir!"
His exclamation caused the Confucian and Taoist people around him who were originally attracted by the paintings and calligraphy on the wall to turn around.
"Shenshen Pill? Do you have this pill?" Yan Zhen looked at Qin Suyang lightly, and then looked at Tao Zhu beside him.
Dan said, these two are the ones who can speak.
"Who said the alchemy path in the world had to exist in the past?" Tao Zhu's eyes fell on the jade bottle, and he chuckled: "Wouldn't it be possible if it existed here?"
Qin Suyang nodded and said, "I studied it with Grandmaster Tao Zhu just now. This elixir is at least the third grade."
At least.
There may be more than that.
Lu Yuzhou turned to look at Han Muye: "Brother, did you refine this elixir?"
Hearing his words, Han Muye shook his head and looked at Mu Wan aside.
Mu Wan's face turned red with embarrassment.
She didn't speak.
You can't say that it was made by both your senior brother and yourself, right?
Qin Suyang and Tao Zhu looked at each other in surprise.
They knew that Han Muye's alchemy cultivation was extremely profound.
But is this person also in the realm of a great alchemy master?
In addition to the third- and fourth-grade elixirs that would interest these big shots, there are also many seventh- and eighth-grade elixirs in the shop.
Some of the generals bought a fifth-grade elixir and planned to take it back.
Zuo Yulong and Zuo Yuting were busy packing the elixirs and received the spiritual stones at a 20% discount as Han Muye said.
Even Taoist Changyun also took action to collect several sixth-grade pills.
"Shopkeeper Mu, I wonder how to sell this blood jade elixir?" Tao Zhu looked at Mu Wan and asked.
He is responsible for the affairs of the Imperial City's elixir shop, and he knows exactly how many high-quality elixirs are circulating in the market.
After hearing Tao Zhu's question, Mu Wan turned to look at Han Muye.
"Haha, didn't my little friend say before that he has the final say in business affairs?"
Xu Wei laughed loudly and pointed at Tao Zhu: "Don't make excuses. Are there any pills on the market that you don't know the price of?"
After saying that, Xu Wei turned to look at Han Muye: "This guy is more interested in money than people. Don't hesitate to ask for a price. Kill him hard."
Tao Zhu stood there with a smile on his face but did not refute.
Han Muye shook his head and said, "Senior, please go sit in the small courtyard for a while and we will talk in detail later."
Such precious elixirs, each worth tens of millions of spiritual stones, cannot be bought and sold immediately.
Tao Zhu nodded with a smile, looked around, and followed Zuo Yuting into the small courtyard.
General Zheng Cheng, who was wearing a bloody battle armor, said in a low voice: "I am also somewhat interested in this elixir."
As he said that, he followed him strode towards the small courtyard.
Although the others also wanted to move, they did not move.
"I wonder about this magic pill..." Before Yan Zhen could finish his words, he saw Tao Zhu and Zheng Cheng striding out of the small courtyard with panic on their faces.
"Um, Shopkeeper Mu, let's talk next time." Tao Zhu cupped his hands towards Han Muye, turned to give Qin Suyang a wink, and turned around to leave.
What's the meaning?
"General Xiao, we have military affairs at hand, let's go first." Zheng Cheng also grabbed the arms of several generals and pulled them out of the door.
what's the situation?
Xiao Lingshan frowned, turned around, and strode into the small courtyard.
It's just that he advances faster and retreats faster.
Xiao Lingshan, who had a pale expression, looked at Han Muye, then shook his head and whispered: "Let's talk about it next time when we have a chance."
Yan Zhenqing and Lu Yuzhou looked at each other, a faint golden aura of aura shook their bodies, and then a strange look appeared on their faces.
"Forget it, the dean is here, let's go."
Lu Yuzhou reached out and patted Han Muye's arm, lowering his voice: "Wen Xiang is in the yard."
When Taoist Chang Yun settled the spiritual stones at the counter, put the packed elixirs into the storage ring, and turned around, the originally crowded shop was already empty.
Even Mr. Qingteng and Xiao Lingshan are no longer here.
What's happening here?
Just when he was about to speak out, Bao Mingcheng grabbed his sleeve and strode out of the door.
At the door, Bao Zhenyu and his gang were also trapped. Why did these big shots suddenly run away?
At this time, when they saw Bao Mingcheng tugging on Taoist Changyun's sleeve, they thought he was going to take him, so they all gathered around him.
When the two Taoist boys who came with Taoist Chang Yun saw their Taoist priest being dragged away, they thought something had been done and their faces turned pale.
"Go quickly, go quickly."
Bao Mingcheng dragged Taoist Changyun to the door of Nanhuang Snack Shop nearby, sat down at the table, and shouted: "Brother Datian, bring me two drawers of steamed buns."
Eat steamed buns?
Taoist Changyun sat across from Bao Mingcheng, his face full of doubts.
Bao Zhenyu and others gathered around in confusion.
Bao Mingcheng waited for the buns to come, picked up two and stuffed them into his mouth. After choking, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing everyone watching around him, Bao Mingcheng shook his head, took a look at the plaque of Danyuan Pavilion, and picked up another bun.
"Wen Xiang is in the store."
After saying this, he stuffed the bun into his mouth again.
Changyun Taoist trembled all over, reached for a bun and opened his mouth to bite it, without even noticing the oil juice splashing all over his clothes.
"Boss, give it to me, give me all the buns." Bao Zhenyu's hands and feet were trembling, and he turned around to see that all his brothers had the same expression.
I want to eat steamed buns.
Especially.
In Danyuan Pavilion, Zuo Yuting and Zuo Yulong walked out of the door in confusion.
"Sister, have you seen Wen Xiang?"
Zuo Yulong looked at Zuo Yuting opposite.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Zuo Yuting nodded and shook her head.
"I don't know. I just saw a white-robed Confucian scholar and a woman in a pastel dress playing chess in the courtyard."
Her eyes were a little blurred.
"That lady is so beautiful..."
Zuo Yulong didn't know what to say for a while.
The text is quite decent, but I only know that the lady is beautiful?
That's probably really beautiful.
In the store, Mu Wan felt a little embarrassed.
Fortunately, Han Muye reached out and took her hand, leading her to the small courtyard.
In the small courtyard, two figures sat opposite each other.
On the stone table, there is a chessboard.
Bai Wuhen, who was wearing a pastel dress, held a black chess piece in his hand and gently landed it on the chessboard.
The Confucian scholar with his back to Han Muye and Mu Wan raised his hand, and a white letter fell down.
"Qingyu, your chess skills have really improved."
The sound is clear and clear.
"The sound of words and ink is because your mind is not focused on this."
Bai Wuhen threw back the chess piece in his hand, then stood up and looked at Han Muye and Mu Wan.
"You come to the Imperial City and don't come to play with me." Her eyes fell on Mu Wan and she chuckled: "Senior Brother Han, is this your Taoist companion, Fairy Mu Wan?"
Han Muye nodded, still holding Mu Wan's hand.
Bai Wuhen took out a hairpin, pushed it gently, and landed it in front of Mu Wan.
"I have nothing to give as a gift, and this hairpin is not worth anything."
After saying that, she lowered her head and said calmly: "Senior Brother Han is a real man. Since he wants to become a Taoist couple, he should admit it openly."
The white-robed Confucian scholar who sat upright did not answer.
"Senior Brother Han, Mu Wan, come to my place to play when you have time." Bai Wuhen laughed, moved, and left.
It wasn't until Bai Wuhen left that the Confucian scholar sitting in front of the stone table stood up and turned around slowly.
Around forty years old, his eyebrows are straight and his eyes are bright.
If outsiders saw him, they would definitely think of him as a Confucian and Taoist practitioner with good practice.
But Han Muye could recognize at a glance that this person was Wen Xiang and Wen Mo Sheng.
In other words, it is his incarnation.
"You are very good." Wen Mo said with his hands behind his back, looking at Han Muye.
"Junior sister, go outside and take a look." Han Muye released his hand and patted Mu Wan's arm.
Mu Wan looked at him worriedly, then nodded and walked out of the courtyard.
The moment Mu Wan walked out of the small courtyard, spiritual light surged throughout the small courtyard and was enveloped by endless space power.
The world in front of Han Muye turned into a void. He was wearing a blue and gray robe, with a simple face and a voice of writing and ink standing thousands of feet away.
"Let me see how much of Yuan Tian's sword inheritance you have."
After the words fell, behind Wen Mo's voice, three hundred and sixty black and white chess pieces flashed and turned into stars.
In his hand, he held a black chess piece, which he kept turning over.
On Han Muye, the sword intent that had been dormant for a long time soared into the sky.
Thirteen sword pills flew out, and the illusory Zhoutian Sword Formation emerged.
"I won't let Wen Xiang be disappointed."
Han Muye's voice revealed the coldness of the sword's intention.
"boom--"
A star fell directly.
Zhoutian Swordsmanship, Star Pointing.
On the other side, a sword light quietly appeared behind Wen Mo Sheng.
Swordsmanship, hiding in the air.
"After practicing for a hundred thousand years, I have forgotten what it feels like to be approached with a sword..."
Wen Mo whispered softly, turning the black chess piece in his hand.
"boom--"
The sky is filled with starlight, suppressing the heaven and earth.
All the sword light was suppressed in place, unable to move at all.
Not only was Han Muye not afraid, but he laughed out loud.
"Wen Wen came on a blind date today, didn't you just want to see my intention of breaking up the swordsmanship?"
"Then please ask Wen Xiang to see how my sword looks like!"
The sound fell and the sword light rose.
With a three-foot long sword in his hand, Han Muye flew up, and the sword light pierced Wen Mo Sheng's chest.
"Sword in hand."
At this moment, above Han Muye's head, an illusory long sword appeared and slashed down in the air.
"The sword is in the heart."
At some unknown time, Han Muye's figure stood beside Wen Mo Sheng, and he gently raised the dagger Ziyan in his hand.
"A sword is a murder weapon!"
"boom--"
The stars in the sky dispersed, and in the small courtyard, the clouds were light and the wind was gentle.
Han Muye stood on the same spot, opposite him, the long sleeves of his white robe were inked and there was a tear on the left side of his clothes.
"Tell me, should Tianxuan be defeated or established?"
Wen Mo Sheng stared into Han Muye's eyes and spoke in a low voice.
Hearing his words, Han Muye shook his head and said calmly: "That's something you should consider."
"I just kill people with a sword and study to cultivate myself."
Wen Mo nodded and said softly: "I understand."
After speaking, he raised his hand and touched the stone table behind him.
"The Zhoutian Sword Formation has been destroyed, and even Yuan Tian can't get 360 sword pills together."
"I'm giving you this Sunday chessboard."
After saying that, his body moved and turned into nothingness.
Weekly chessboard?
Han Muye stepped forward, looked at the black and white chess pieces and the crisscrossed chess board, and stretched out his hand.
His palm was pressed against the chessboard.
"Buzz——"
The spiritual energy vibrated, the sword energy surged, and the awe-inspiring energy enveloped him and the chessboard.
A picture appeared in his mind.
"Heaven and earth are a chess game. Come on, let's play a game."
In my mind, the old man in green robe and white beard sitting across from me sat cross-legged.
The master of Wen Mo Sheng and Yuan Tian Sword Master!
Han Muye looked at the black chess piece in his hand.
"Snapped--"
He stretched out his hand and pressed the chess piece on Tianyuan of the chessboard.