People hope that infusing the eight treasures with warmth and nourishment can actually enhance the spirituality of the treasures!

Feeling the feedback from the folding fan in his hand, Han Muye smiled even more.

Is it an unexpected surprise?

After all, he only got this popularity by writing half of his poems.

Some people think that the folding fan can be used as a bridge, and he can use the awe-inspiring energy to perform various spells.

Motivated by awe-inspiring energy and revealed through the power of people's expectations, Taoism has become Confucianism and Taoism magical power.

This folding fan now looks like a real cultural treasure, displaying the power of Confucianism and Taoism.

interesting.

I don’t know if the power of popularity can always be superimposed.

If it was so good, wouldn't it be possible to make cultural treasures easily?

"Young Master's popularity must have been inspired by the spread of Banque's poems and essays to Xiyuan County."

Seeing Han Muye put away his power of being popular, Kong Chaode spoke.

Speaking of this, he shook his head and said with envy: "I thought I would give advice to the county magistrate in Heze County, and I would work hard for the people, just to raise a little bit of popularity."

He raised his palm, and there was a faint purple halo in it.

Compared with Han Muye's deep purple light, this halo was like a firefly competing with the bright moon.

"It's hard to become a sergeant if you have a great Confucian who has been looking forward to you for a hundred years."

"White-headed children are everywhere in Zhongzhou."

"There is really no comparison between people..."

Looking at Han Muye, Kong Chaode looked forward to it: "I wonder how much popularity this poem will increase if it spreads to Jinchuan."

"If it can be spread throughout the counties in Zhongzhou and gather people's attention, within a hundred years, it may help you become a master of Confucianism and Taoism."

In Kong Chaode's view, the position of a master of Confucianism and Taoism was already out of reach, but it was an existence that could control a county.

But Han Muye thinks it will take hundreds of years to spread?

So long?

He frowned and said, "Why does it take so long? Can't you write more poems?"

After hearing his words, Kong Chaode was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile: "Sir, can you do these kinds of poems if you want to?"

Han Muye said nothing.

Wouldn't it be difficult to copy a few more poems like this?

As the flying boat moved forward, Han Muye could see faint purple light flashing from time to time.

Kong Chaode felt sad when he saw this.

Fortunately, when he was going to Jinchuan City, Han Muye didn't want to be too ostentatious. He followed Kong Chaode's advice and concealed his aura of respectability.

Even so, he still showed a bit more magnanimity.

Even if the flying boat travels extremely fast, 50,000 miles a day, it would still take five days to get from Xiyuan County to Jinchuan City.

At sunset, the flying boat landed in a village where a spiritual light was rising.

As soon as the flying boat landed, many people were already surrounding it.

"It turns out to be an official ship from Xiyuan County. Come on, my lords, please come to the village to rest." Under the flying boat, the leader was an old man wearing linen robes.

The old man called himself Qi Rang. He was the village leader of Qijia Village and the postmaster of the post station here.

This line is the only route to Jinchuan City, and there are often flying boats to rest.

There are inns between counties and counties in Zhongzhou, which are used to repair and settle the ships for official business or for merchants.

Qi Rang led Han Muye and the others to the inn and packed up the room.

Although it is a mountain village and relatively simple, it is clean and tidy.

Not only did it have a wing, Qi Rang also asked the villagers behind him to present various specialties.

The person in charge of controlling the flying boat was a small official from Xiyuan County. He picked up the special product with ease and took out a few spiritual stones and handed them to Qi Rang.

Qi Rang and the villagers behind him left happily.

According to the little official, there is no salary at this inn, so the villagers rely on the villagers to donate special products in exchange for spiritual stone rewards.

It’s never easy to stop empty-handed along the way.

After hearing his words, Mu Jin had no expression on her face, while Kong Chaode smiled and stretched out his hand to take out a few middle-grade spiritual stones and gave them to the young official.

The big demon is still a big demon, but in terms of human nature and sophistication, there are many differences.

Han Muye walked into the side room and saw that there were only wooden couches and small eucalyptus in it, and a large inscription "JING" was hung on the wall in front of it.

This word is vigorous and powerful, and it is an excellent list of books.

Walking to the inscription, Han Muye's eyes fell on the inscription below.

"White Deer Mountain Old Man?"

A faint aura flashed in his eyes, combined with a golden aura of awe.

The power of the Red Dust Curse surged and hit the word Jing.

A picture flashed in Han Muye's mind.

An old man whose pen and paper are dripping with ink.

Merchants coming and going to watch.

The student meditated in front of this text.

There are also practitioners who stand in front of this word for one night.

A quiet word reveals all kinds of things in the world.

The world is noisy, how easy is it to be quiet?

"Good cultivation." Han Muye whispered, and the aura disappeared from his eyes.

The person who wrote this word has profound Confucianism and Taoism.

I just wonder why such a profound Confucian and Taoist practitioner would live in seclusion in this small mountain village?

Since he is living in seclusion, why do he reveal these words to others?

This word can already be called a cultural treasure, infusing it with awe-inspiring energy and making people feel as calm as water.

Han Muye did not rest in the wing room. When he walked out of the door, Kong Chaode poked his head out at the door.

"Sir, there are good things in this inn." He smiled and pointed to a landscape painting hanging on the wall of the wing where he lived.

Han Muye smiled and said, "You guys fix it first, I'll go take a look."

With that said, he walked towards the village.

Lin Shen carried a big sword on his back and quietly guarded behind him.

The mountain village is quiet and lit with lights.

Walking along the mountain path, you will occasionally hear chickens and dogs.

It is really rare for Han Muye to find such a secluded village.

Walking on the mountain trail, I suddenly felt at peace.

"If the country is in ruins, what will happen to its ruler and general?"

"If you want to talk to your uncle, I will ask you to do it; if you don't want to talk to me, please get rid of me. You will not win the hearts of the people."

Ahead, the sound of reading came from the thatched cottage, and the voice was old.

The sound of reading hits the ears, making people feel as if they are standing in the dark night and the wilderness is desolate.

This is the power of literary spirit to taint the soul.

The one who studies is a great Confucian?

If you can infiltrate people's hearts with your words, are you a Jinshi or a Master?

Han Muye raised his eyes and saw that the window of the thatched cottage was open. A white-haired old man, wearing a linen robe, was sitting at the desk. In front of him were five or six children on several old wooden tables.

Isn't it the Bailu Shanweng who left the message?

As if sensing that Han Muye was at the door, the old man stopped reading and turned to look out the window.

"Haha, I'm destined to be a night traveler from far away, so why don't you come and sit in my thatched cottage?"

The old man put down the book in his hand and spoke with a smile.

Han Muye nodded and walked into the thatched cottage.

Lin Shen quickly followed behind him.
To be continued...