Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Huang Tingshu glanced at her and said softly, “Your uncle-in-law is right.”

These words stunned Baili Tongyun.

Her grandfather, who had always doted on her the most, was also speaking up for outsiders?

“Girl, the White Deer Mountain Academy has only been established for a few years. With just three to five grandmaster-level instructors, they can already sweep through the world. They’re said to be on par with the Imperial City Academy. Do you know what’s going on?”

Huang Tingshu narrowed his eyes and spoke in a low voice.

What’s going on?

Wasn’t it because Grandmaster Han Mu used poetry as a sword to open a path for all the Confucianists in the world?

The Imperial City Academy did not like scholars carrying swords.

Seeing Baili Tongyun’s expression, Huang Tingshu shook his head, “Silly girl, there are thousands of Confucian scholars in the world. How many of them can enter the door?

“No one is willing to be a mere nobody, but how many people are born not to be nobodies?

“You guys really don’t know when you’re in luck…”

He clasped his hands behind his back and slowly walked towards the wooden table.

She had only taken a few steps when she suddenly stopped in her tracks.

At the table, a smiling Baili Xinglin took out a jade white wine jug and filled it with clear wine.

She looked up and their eyes met.

Huang Tingshu’s lips curled into a forced smile.

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When Han Muye and Mu Wan returned to Moon Viewing Town, it was already evening.

Grandmaster Huang Tingshu was very enthusiastic. After dinner, he pulled Han Muye to recite poems and compose poems. He even drew many paintings by the inkstone pool.

If not for Han Muye and Mu Wan’s firm farewell, Grandmaster Huang would probably have pulled Han Muye and Mu Wan to talk all night.

When he returned to the Pill Destiny Pavilion, Han Muye saw the jade slip Chen Ru sent.