Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 605 - 605 What Sword Cultivators Need to Cultivate the Most is the Sword in Their Hearts (2)

605 What Sword Cultivators Need to Cultivate the Most is the Sword in Their Hearts (2)

Truth be told, the shopkeeper of Dieyi Pavilion was truly a genius. She could think of all kinds of schemes.

Clothes stained with the aura of great scholars?

There would be many people snapping up the clothes.

Who would want the boat ladies’ personal clothes then?

In Han Muye’s opinion, this business could indeed be done, but he had to make it clear.

He could not make those Confucian scholars unhappy.

After all, if they didn’t like the clothes one provided or didn’t want to take off the clothes they had worn, one couldn’t force them, right?

Also, it was better not to have designs on Princess Yunjin and Bai Wuhen’s dresses.

Before the sky turned dark, Han Muye handed the jade slip to Zuo Lin and asked him to bring the jade slip to Chen Ru when he drove Zuo Yuting and Zuo Yulong back.

After closing the shop door and returning to the small courtyard, Mu Wan turned to look at Han Muye.

“Senior Brother, why did you treat Tongyun like that at Uncle-Master’s place today?

“They were born in the Imperial City and grew up in the Imperial City. They were born with no worries about wealth. It’s indeed difficult to understand your painstaking efforts.”

Painstaking efforts?

I was just trying to earn more spiritual rocks.

Han Muye was amused.

No matter how dignified the reason was, it could not hide the fact that he was earning spiritual rocks.

Countless merchants in the world used all kinds of grand reasons to package their motives. In the end, weren’t they still earning spiritual rocks from your pockets?

Anyone who asked you to fork out spiritual rocks was doing business.

However, there were all sorts of businesses.

Some were doing business in a subservient way, while others were doing business in a dignified way.

For the Han Family Trading Company, sponsoring the literary conference did earn money. Nonetheless, those Confucian scholars who obtained opportunities were grateful.

The Han Family Trading Company had earned money, but they had also won over the hearts of the people.

Baili Tongyun had seen through his true nature, but she was unable to refute him. That was why she felt so aggrieved.

“Junior Sister, I’m a sword cultivator. I only do things in a carefree manner,” Han Muye looked at Mu Wan and said softly.

That was true.

Han Muye did not worry too much.

Even if there were pros and cons, he chose the way that suited him the most instead of weighing the pros and cons.

When sword cultivators did things, they always wanted to be free and unrestrained.

Mu Wan’s gaze landed on Han Muye. She leaned closer and buried her head in his arms.

“I know that you’re a sword cultivator and only care about the sword in your hand.

“I’ve always been afraid that I will become that vine that binds Senior Brother’s hands and feet.”

At this point, Mu Wan looked up at Han Muye. “Senior Brother, why don’t we return to the Western Frontier? You’ll still be Sword Immortal Han. Unlike now, you don’t even carry a sword…”

Han Muye lowered his head and touched Mu Wan’s red lips lightly. Then he said softly, “The mortal world is also cultivation. What a sword cultivator needs to cultivate the most is the sword in his heart.”

At this point, he chuckled and lowered his head to whisper in Mu Wan’s ear, “Who says I don’t carry a sword? Am I not carrying it?”

Mu Wan’s body stiffened.

Her hand was led down by her senior brother’s hand.

Han Muye bit Mu Wan’s earlobe and whispered fiercely, “What exactly did you say to Grandmaster Baili that made her force me to drink half a pot of aphrodisiac wine?”

Mu Wan’s hands trembled, and her entire body went limp. She did not dare to look up. She buried her head in Han Muye’s chest and muttered softly, “I, I was just talking about you, Senior Brother. Martial Aunt misunderstood and thought you can’t…”

The veins on Han Muye’s forehead throbbed. He had the urge to carry his junior sister into the room now and let her know how capable he was.

However, the Divine Beast Baxia’s bloodline was powerful. When he went crazy, he would definitely not be able to control his strength.

“Junior Sister, why don’t you do it…”

Han Muye whispered in Mu Wan’s ear.

Mu Wan stiffened. Before Han Muye could finish speaking, she pushed him away and ran away with a red face. She entered the room and closed the door.