Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 526 - 526 The Water is Shimmering on a Clear, Sunny Day, the Mountains in the Distance are Shrouded in Mist and Rain

Chapter 526 - 526 The Water is s.h.i.+mmering on a Clear, Sunny Day, the Mountains in the Distance are Shrouded in Mist and Rain

526 The Water is s.h.i.+mmering on a Clear, Sunny Day, the Mountains in the Distance are Shrouded in Mist and Rain

Hearing Zuo Yulong’s words, Zuo Lin, who was driving the carriage outside, revealed a bitter expression and sighed softly.

“Yulong, I’m useless. It’s been hard on you and your sister.

“If I had some ability, I would have found a decent school for you to study. With your hard work, you would have been able to become an elementary scholar. You wouldn’t have to be a junior.

“There’s also your sister. Her talent in alchemy is very good. If she can persevere, she might be able to become an official alchemist.

“It’s just that some time ago, Old Ma’s family at the west end of the street came to propose marriage. They offered 800 spiritual rocks as a betrothal gift. I am still hesitating…”

Zuo Lin was still babbling, but Zuo Yulong, who was in the carriage, was oblivious to what was going on in the carriage. He held the book in his hand with a solemn expression and read it carefully.

Every word of the Great Confucian’s writing seemed to carry the charm of the Great Dao.

Moreover, the opinions of these scholars were thought-provoking.

‘The beauty of the world is like a flash in the pan.’

‘People say that there are jade trees and viburnum flowers in Dongnan. I searched hard for 10 years but could not find them. In the end, I comprehended that beauty is like fleeting shadows. It can only be encountered but not sought.’

Zuo Yulong, who was curled up under the big wooden chair, stared hungrily at the book in his hand. He wished he could read every word closely.

A faint scholarly aura emerged from his body.

The combination of literary qi and the Great Spirit would allow one to become an elementary scholar.

The carriage slowed to a stop. Zuo Lin opened the door gently.

The dazzling sunlight shone into the carriage, causing Zuo Yulong to be momentarily dazed. “Father?”

Zuo Lin smiled and nodded. He looked at the book in Zuo Yulong’s hand and grinned. “How is it? I didn’t lie to you, did I?”

Zuo Yulong nodded, his face flushed red.

He looked out of the carriage and put the book away reluctantly.

“If only I could finish reading these books…”

A look of pain crossed Zuo Lin’s face at his words.

“Yulong, these books—”

Before Zuo Lin could finish speaking, the reluctance on Zuo Yulong’s face turned into a relaxed smile as he got out of the carriage.

“Father, what Deputy Head Lu said makes sense. The beauty of the world is short-lived. The joy of the world will eventually become regret.

“It’s my fortune to be able to read the Great Confucian’s personal writings. If I demand more, it might be a disaster instead of a blessing.”

As he spoke, he moved the large chair down from the carriage.

“Father, where are you sending them?”

Zuo Lin looked up and pointed at the shop by the road.

At the entrance of the shop, the tall young tiger, Shao Datian, was moving wooden cabinets and shelves out.

Cuicui said that it would be a pity to throw these things away. They could be made into tables.

With their meager wealth of spiritual rocks, they would save as much as they could.

Shao Datian had seen Zuo Lin last night and knew that he had helped Han Muye drive the carriage back.

At this moment, when he saw Zuo Lin and Zuo Yulong carrying a big chair over, he hurriedly went forward to help.

Zuo Yulong and the others could not move the big chairs. Shao Datian held one in each hand.

The items from the carriage soon filled up the small courtyard and shop.

Zuo Yulong was stunned as he looked at the books and scrolls.

How good it will be if I can read these things once…

Earlier, he had caught a glimpse of the Great Confucian’s handwriting.

The materials used for the two chairs were unknown, but the workmans.h.i.+p was definitely done by a famous person.

His father had said that these were all moved from Deputy Head Lu’s house, so it should be true.

Cuicui came over and called them to eat next door. Zuo Yulong reluctantly left the shop and watched Shao Datian lock the door.

“Father, you said that Young Master Mu Ye and Miss Mu are not ordinary people, right?” Zuo Yulong tugged at Zuo Lin’s sleeve and whispered.

Zuo Lin nodded.

“Then tell me, if I come to this shop to be a shop a.s.sistant…”

Be an a.s.sistant?

Zuo Lin’s eyes lit up.

If it was anywhere else, he would definitely not allow it.

Even if he was exhausted, he did not want his son to work for others.

However, being a shop a.s.sistant in Young Master Mu Ye’s shop was an opportunity!

Not to mention Young Master Mu Ye’s ident.i.ty, even if he could secretly read some of the Great Confucians’ writings, it would be an unimaginable gain.

“Kid, if you want to work in Young Master’s shop, we have to start with these two.” Zuo Lin looked at the tall Shao Datian and took out two spiritual rocks. “Go buy some good wine and meat.”

Zuo Yulong chuckled and left after receiving the spiritual rocks.

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Jade Swallow Lake was shaped like a swallow spreading its wings, and the surrounding pavilions and kiosks stretched on continuously.

The Spring Tide Pavilion was by the Jade Swallow Lake, at the highest point of the mountain range.

When Han Muye and Mu Wan ascended the mountain ridge, they saw many students in the Spring Tide Pavilion, bustling with activity.

They were probably having a literary gathering.

Han Muye and Mu Wan were not interested in getting involved, so they walked past the pavilion to look at the clear ripples of the lake.

A faint purple aura pervaded the air. Golden Great Spirit qi shone and sparkled.

The spiritual qi in the lake condensed into real substance, as if it would turn into a misty rain at any moment.

This dazzling and hazy scenery was indeed like a dream.

At some point, Han Muye had grabbed Mu Wan’s hand.

The two of them stood side by side, silently looking at the lake.

It was silent.

In Han Muye’s divine treasure, the power of his soul surged and kept carving patterns on the soul sword.

Every mark represented the sublimation of this trace of power.

As expected, the bustling mortal world was the best place to temper one’s mind.

This moment was comparable to months of cultivation.

This increase in mental strength was many times faster than the Spell of the Mortal World.

Such an opportunity was equivalent to epiphany. It was not common.

However, his state of mind was triggered by others. With Mu Wan by his side, he would not lack the chance to temper his mind.

“This couple, may I ask if you can help us?”

A voice came from behind, making Mu Wan blush.

This couple.

This was how people addressed a married couple.