Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

611 Meeting Yunjin Again on the Immortal Ship (2)

The scholars who came to the riverside were intoxicated by the scenery.

The beauty of the world was like this.

There seemed to be a faint song coming from the river in the distance.

Listening carefully, one could hear the faint chanting in the bamboo forest. It was intoxicating.

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“I’m a fox that has cultivated for a thousand years.

“A thousand years of cultivation, a thousand years of loneliness.”

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Bai Wuhen’s voice.

The divine soul technique of the Heavenly Fox Clan could suppress the impetuousness of the mind and let the students calm down slowly. They sat around the river bank in pairs.

There were clear waves and clear songs.

One by one, the Confucians alighted from the carriages.

Behind them, countless students bowed.

Along the way, each of these Confucian scholars had annotated at least dozens of books.

Obtaining the annotations of the Great Confucian meant they would be able to enjoy them for life.

How could one not cherish such an opportunity?

Su Qi’er stood behind Grandmaster Chen Yi.

Behind Han Muye and Mu Wan, other than the Zuo siblings, there were also Zhao Daosheng and Qiu Chuqi standing behind him.

Two Grandmasters.

On the water ahead, small boats approached one after another.

On the boats, there were handsome boys and beautiful girls. They were wearing tailored Confucian robes.

The sleeves of this Confucian robe were not too wide, unlike a real Confucian scholar’s robe. It was also convenient for one to move around in.

The clothes on these people were uniform and looked quite neat.

On the small boats, there were banners that said, ‘The Han Family Trading Company’s exclusive sponsorship of the Jade Epiphyllum Literary Conference.’

However, there were many small words under the banners now.

‘All drinking water is provided by Ho’s Wells.’

‘The Jade Epiphyllum special wine is sponsored by the Phoenix Song Winery.’

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Beside the river, an old man in a purple robe was leading a few youths. When he saw the boats coming, he grinned.

“Haha, Brother Chen Ru is right. The signboard for our Phoenix Song Winery is very eye-catching.

“This million spiritual rocks is worth it.”

A million spiritual rocks in exchange for this banner?

Although the young man beside him was confused, he did not dare to question it.

The old man held his stomach and turned to look at the servant standing behind him.

“Go, bring all the wine down from the carriage and distribute it to various places by the river. Today, all the students by the river will help themselves to the wine. Our Phoenix Song Winery will provide it for free.

“Damn it, the Zhao Family Winery stole the wine supply rights on the immortal ship. I have to take down their publicity by the river. Yes, publicity.”

Servants hurriedly moved the jars down and scattered them around. Then they spread the old man’s words.

When people heard that Phoenix Song Winery was providing free alcohol, cheers sounded everywhere. There were also people praising and thanking the boss.

The old man and the young man behind him smiled when they heard the cheers.

This was fame.

“Chen Ru is really good at this.”

The old man shook his head and took out a moon-white invitation.

It was a copy.

In the river, a small boat docked. A young man in a green robe stepped forward to check the invitation cards.

Each small boat ferried just one person as a sign of respect.

After the invitation card was checked and verified, the young man would give an exquisite cloth bag.

On the outside of the bag was a painting of the Cloud Brocade Immortal Ship, with the words ‘Jade Epiphyllum Literary Conference Memorial’ written on it.

On the other side were the words ‘The Han Family Trading Company’s exclusive sponsorship of the Jade Epiphyllum Literary Conference’.

There was also a signature under the words: Half-Sage Lu Yuzhou.

In the cloth bag, there were not only the Four Treasures of the Study, but also the handwritten scripts of several Grandmasters. Of course, they were also copies.

There were also many other small items.

Jade pendants, exquisite seals, oil-paper umbrellas, and so on.

Just this cloth bag alone was worth more than a hundred spiritual rocks.

Seeing the people with invitations take out the things in the cloth bags and flipping through them, the Confucian scholars without invitations were filled with envy.

“Hmph, what was given to them was actually from them. 3,000 spiritual rocks, hmph, hmph.” There were also people who felt sour and turned their heads away with resentment.

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On the river bank, a long scroll unfolded. The people who boarded the ship first left their names.

“Zhang Zidong from the Sound of the Rain School of Literature. So it’s him. I remember he wrote a good poem. What was it again?”

“He Jinchen. He’s He Jinchen, the instructor of Bai Mian Bookstore in Su Yan Town.”

People recognized those who left their names, and all kinds of voices came from the surroundings.

Some people chuckled while others remained calm.

Spending 3,000 spiritual rocks naturally made them different from others.

Those with invitations began to board the small boats. Then young men in a jade-white robe came forward and whispered a few words.

Women dressed as Confucian scholars.

The girls dressed in Confucian scholar’s robes spoke softly and explained the matter of changing their clothes. After getting permission, they stretched out their fair hands and gently took off the scholars’ robes.

Such a gentle appearance, a faint fragrance, and a hint of shyness. It’s really difficult…

On the river bank, the scholars who were watching wished they could replace those on the boats.

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The people who were a little jealous now stared at the figures that were kneading together and gritted their teeth in hatred.

After taking off the outer robes and folding them, the girls would open white robes and ask the students to write their names on the collar and carefully put the robes on for them.

When the petite women put on the robes for them, their soft bodies leaned against them, and their slender arms wrapped around their waists and belts, many young scholars who had never been to the brothel could not control themselves.

However, these girls nimbly made their way in front of them and squatted down gently. They leaned close to adjust their belts carefully and adjusted the corners of their clothes and pants.

Even after boarding the pleasure boats, many people still felt as if they were in a dream.

A thin young man turned around and looked at a departing boat with an irrepressible glow in his eyes.

“Her name is Meng Luo.”

The young man whispered softly and held the sachet hanging on his belt tightly.