Kapitel 338: Looking at the Red Flowers, Wet with Rain at Dawn, Really Reading for a Night (2)

Jiang Chongyang, who was staying in the loft, gritted his teeth and glanced at Han Muye. He did not take the right path and flew out of the immortal ship.

After these people left, the hall erupted in cheers.

With just a few words, Han Muye made those cultivators lower their heads and refute the Young Master of the Jiang family until he fled. Such methods were the true way of the Confucian Dao!

Confucianism was not just about poetry, zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

In the Confucian Dao, there was a saying that one could travel a thousand miles with a single word. A single word could defeat 10,000 troops!

In the hall, they advanced to recite a poem and shouted that this poem was a hundred times better than before. They shouted for Han Muye to meet them and invited him to compose a poem.

Cheerful and unrestrained.

Han Muye shook his head and looked at Liao Chen behind him. "I've seen Jinchuan. It's almost time to leave, right?"