Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

However, Deputy Head Lu still has a legitimate son in his family. If he really dares to empty Deputy Head Lu\'s courtyard, won\'t he offend the Lu family?

Lowering his head, Zuo Lin gritted his teeth and moved the potted plants into the carriage.

There was nothing he could do about it.

He only hoped that he wouldn\'t be caught red-handed.

"Eh, who are you? You even dare to move Old Lu\'s Jade Epiphyllum?

"He treasures it."

Zuo Lin froze with the flowerpot in his arms.

He looked up and saw a white-bearded old man in a rough shirt with his sleeves rolled up. He was looking at him curiously.

Zuo Lin turned to look at Han Muye.

Han Muye waved his hand and said, "Keep moving.

"And this one."

Zuo Lin braced himself and carried the flowerpot to the cart.

The white-bearded old man sized up Han Muye and grinned. "I know. This Old Lu must be in debt again."

As he spoke, he looked at the small courtyard and shouted at the top of his voice, "Old Lu, Old Lu, get up quickly. Someone has moved your Jade Epiphyllum!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door to the courtyard opened instantly. Lu Yuzhou, whose clothes and hair were in a mess, rushed out.

"Which bastard dares—"

Seeing that the spot where the pot of Jade Epiphyllum was placed was empty, Lu Yuzhou was about to curse when he suddenly looked up and saw Han Muye standing in front of him with a smile.

"Han, Han, Brother Han…"

"Smack—" Zuo Lin dropped the flowerpot he\'d been holding.

The white-bearded old man stared at Han Muye curiously and sized him up.

"Brother Yuzhou, I came all the way here. Aren\'t you going to invite me in?" Han Muye put his hands behind his back and smiled.

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

"Thank you for your help, Brother Muye.

"Please."

If Han Muye had not taken action, the battle at the Guan Estuary would not have been resolved so quickly even if Lu Yuzhou had gone there personally.

He, Lu Yuzhou, would not be able to confer the Divine Dao to the eight counties.

Without separating the Daoist sects, Dongshan County would be in chaos.

In any case, Minister Wen would not stand up for such a small matter.

The other Confucianists were even more likely to watch from the sidelines.

"Muye?" The white-bearded old man\'s eyes lit up as he strode into the small courtyard.

"Old Yan, aren\'t you cultivating at home? What are you doing here?" Lu Yuzhou glared at him angrily.

"Eh, you have a guest. Of course I have to come and take a look." The white-bearded old man had a smile on his face, his eyes only lingering on Han Muye and Mu Wan.

Lu Yuzhou looked at him and muttered a few words before inviting him in.

Zuo Lin, who was clearing the broken flower pot on the ground at the door, heard Han Muye\'s voice.

"Zuo Lin, come in. Move this big chair made of pear blossom wood back."

…

There were two rooms in the courtyard, a study room, and a small hall.

A few youths in green robes stepped forward and bowed to Han Muye.

These were the small pine trees and grass from the Desolate Galaxy that had attained the Dao back then. Now they were following Lu Yuzhou.

Lu Yuzhou really treats these little fellows as his own children, Han Muye thought.

"They all seem to have improved. Are they studying at the Imperial City Academy?"

Han Muye turned to look at Lu Yuzhou, then his gaze landed on the wall in front of him.

"This orchid is not bad. It\'s hidden in the mountains. Is it painted by Mr. Qing Teng?"

As he spoke, he stepped forward and extended his hand.

He stepped onto the desk and put away the painting.

Lu Yuzhou trembled with heartache.

The white-bearded old man\'s smile widened.

Han Muye put away another painting.

Since it was hung in Lu Yuzhou\'s study, it was naturally good stuff.

Zuo Lin moved back and forth four or five times just moving paintings and calligraphy into the carriage.

He was in a daze and simply did as Han Muye instructed.

Although Lu Yuzhou\'s heart ached, he let Han Muye take away his things.

Han Muye didn\'t mention that this guy had schemed against him by getting him to make a move at the Guan Estuary.

It was a tacit understanding.

If not for Lu Yuzhou and his family, why would Han Muye thrust himself into the limelight and confer deity titles at the Guan Estuary?

Han Muye and Mu Wan did not stay in Lu Yuzhou\'s courtyard for long.

He only emptied the two study rooms and small hall of the bookshelves, paintings, tables, and chairs. After drinking a cup of tea, he stood up and left.

He told Lu Yuzhou that his character was not good and that he would not get close to him.

As he spoke, he looked at Mu Wan.

Mu Wan only lowered her head and smiled.

This made Old Yan laugh.

Watching Han Muye and the others walk out of the empty small courtyard, Old Yan\'s smile slowly disappeared, and his eyes lit up.

"Is it really that Mu Ye who conferred deity titles with a single statement?"

If it was not this person, he wouldn\'t be interested.

Lu Yuzhou looked at Han Muye and Mu Wan\'s backs and nodded, looking emotional.

"I didn\'t expect him to confer deities with a single statement. However, it was all thanks to him that I was able to attain the Dao."

Without Han Muye\'s help, Lu Yuzhou would long have perished.

Upon hearing Lu Yuzhou\'s words, Old Yan turned his head and said with a solemn expression, "The heavens are vigorous. A gentleman should strive for self-improvement. The terrain is vast. A gentleman should take charge of the world with great virtue."

Lu Yuzhou nodded.

Old Yan slowly walked out of the small courtyard.

"Such a character has come to the Imperial City. How interesting.

"That Jade Epiphyllum is about to bloom, right?"

Lu Yuzhou nodded, his lips twitching.

The Jade Epiphyllum was really his treasure…

The carriage was filled with things. Han Muye asked Zuo Lin to send them to the shop first while he and Mu Wan strolled around the Imperial City Academy before hiring a carriage to go back.

Zuo Lin drove away, 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 escape with them?" Mu Wan turned to look at Han Muye.

Han Muye laughed.

The items were good, but they were all Confucian treasures. The mark on them was obvious. Even if they were taken away, it would be easy to get them back.

Besides, unless Zuo Lin was stupid, he would not dare to take these things.

"It\'s said that the scenery of the Spring Tide Pavilion at the Imperial City Academy is very good. Junior Sister, shall we go take a look?" Han Muye reached out to hold Mu Wan\'s hand.

Mu Wan hurriedly retracted her hand into her sleeve.

There were many people here.

Still, she nodded, blushing.

The two of them walked along the main road towards the pavilion that was filled with water vapor.

At this moment, Zuo Lin, who was driving the carriage, stopped in front of a pavilion.

That pavilion was obviously a classroom, and there were chants coming from it.

Outside the pavilion, there were many young men in long robes sitting on the stone steps. They craned their necks and had books open on their laps.

These were the Confucian scholars who had come to listen.

It was said that the Great Confucian in the Imperial City Academy taught knowledge. There was a formation in the classroom that could isolate the sound of the Great Dao. It was difficult to understand many things without the sound of the Great Dao.

However, for those Confucianists, being able to listen in was already a great blessing. To sit in the classroom and listen to classes like those official students of the academy would be a lifelong dream.

"Zuo Yulong, Yulong—" Zuo Lin, who had jumped off the carriage, shouted loudly, causing the Confucianists listening to the lesson to frown.

An 18 or 19-year-old young man sitting in front of the stone steps stood up. He looked at his vacated spot reluctantly as he squeezed his way down the stone steps.

His vacated spot was quickly taken by someone.

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

Zuo Lin reached out and grabbed Zuo Yulong\'s sleeve. He said in a low voice, "Yulong, didn\'t you want to read the personal writings of a great Confucianist?

"I brought them for you."

Zuo Yulong was stunned for a moment. Then he smiled wryly and said, "Father, I\'m already satisfied that I can listen in here. Don\'t spend your spiritual rocks on Confucian classics. Those sold on the streets are all fake…"

Before he could finish, Zuo Lin had pulled him to the carriage and shoved him into it. Then he drove away quickly.

"I\'ll go slower. Take a good look."

Zuo Yulong had slammed his head into the carriage and knocked his forehead against a large chair.

He looked down and froze, his shoulders shaking.

In front of him, there was a book. Every word was lively, like a flower blooming.

\'Record of Ten Years of Grading Flowers\', personally written by Deputy Head Lu?

The writings of a Half-Sage?

He slowly raised his head and looked at the books, scrolls, tables, and chairs that filled the carriage.

"Father, you, I, I\'m your biological son, right?"