Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 607 - 607 Having Experienced Ups and Downs, I Am Still a Young Man!

607 Having Experienced Ups and Downs, I Am Still a Young Man!

Walking out of the door, he saw Zuo Yulong and Zuo Yuting waiting excitedly.

To be able to attend the Jade Epiphyllum Literary Conference with his shopkeeper and Lady Boss, just the thought of it made them excited.

Knowing that Han Muye was taking them to the literary conference, the siblings did not sleep well the entire night.

Even Zuo Lin did not sleep much.

Sitting in the carriage, Zuo Lin, who was wearing brand new clothes, happily flicked his whip and set off.

Beside the main road, Shao Datian scratched his head and turned to look at Cuicui beside him.

“Cuicui, when our child grows up, let him study too.

“I think he will look good in that robe.”

Shao Datian waved his arms as if he was waving his sleeves.

Cuicui looked at Shao Datian’s actions and couldn’t help but laugh when she thought of Shao Datian wearing that robe and revealing his tiger head.

The two of them laughed and joked as they returned to their shop.

Han Muye and Mu Wan asked if they were going to the literary conference, but they both refused.

Cuicui felt that she was not qualified to participate in such a literary conference. As for Shao Datian, he would feel uncomfortable sitting with those students.

“Brother Datian, my wife asked me to bring some medicine for the baby’s protection.” Bao Mingcheng walked to the front of the store with the medicine bag and turned to look at the closed Pill Destiny Pavilion.

As expected, this family had gone to attend the literary conference.

In the Southern Wasteland shop, Shao Datian and Cuicui came out to receive him happily.

The carriage sped along. Mu Wan lifted the curtain and saw the rapidly changing scenery on both sides.

The main road in the Imperial City had always been extremely wide, and the carriages could run parallel to each other.

Looking at the Imperial City now, it was different from when he first came.

Zuo Lin, who was driving the carriage in front, turned to look at his children beside him and smiled.

Back then, he had driven his carriage and brought his young master around the city. Life had changed.

As the carriage moved forward, more and more people gathered on both sides of the road.

The scholars in large sleeves were all discussing loudly.

They were impassioned and in high spirits, as if they were the ones attending the literary conference today.

Indeed, today was a grand event of Confucianism, a good day for cultivators of Confucianism.

Today belonged to them.

Zuo Lin could not remember the last time he saw the Confucianists in the city so excited. How many years ago was it?

The carriage moved forward again and slowed down.

Because there were too many scholars and students leaving the city, they had already blocked the main road.

On the road, the carriages slowed down and moved alongside the students.

“Eh, that seems to be the carriage of a Great Confucian Scholar. Should we present a poem and see if the Great Confucian Scholar will notice?” One of the students by the road pointed at a carriage and asked in a low voice.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea… What do you think of my poem?”

“F*ck, forget ethics, sir—I have poems too—”

Amidst the chaos, someone grabbed their books and stuffed them into Zuo Yuting and Zuo Yulong’s hands.

Before they could figure out who had sent them over, they were already holding a stack of books.

The siblings looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

“Let me take a look,” Han Muye said softly from the carriage.

The siblings quickly handed the books to Han Muye.

“Sigh, if I hadn’t met Young Master and Miss, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be as good as them…” Zuo Yulong turned to look at the students beside him and said softly.

He, Zuo Yulong, was only slightly talented and listened in at the Imperial City Academy.

There were countless people like him in the entire Imperial City.

What right did he have to be better than others?

On the side of the road, the students saw the two siblings handing over books to Han Muye and hurriedly sent their books over.

The siblings did not dare to take anymore and retracted their hands.

“Zuo Yulong!

“Yulong, it’s me!”

“Murong Tui, who sat next to you in the audit class last time!” Someone shouted from the carriage next to them.

Zuo Yulong turned around and saw a little fatty.

Murong Tui returned to the carriage and turned to look at the old man sitting in front of him.