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"Someone sent this invitation in the morning and took a copy of my handwritten letter, saying that it was a reward at the Jade Epiphyllum Literary Conference."

Although Han Muye, who was standing at the back, did not show any expression, he was amused.

This Chen Ru is quite fast. He has already been to Huang Tingshu\'s place.

Huang Tingshu\'s words caused Baili Tongyun to be stunned for a moment. Then she gritted her teeth in anger and said, "These bad people actually lied to a sect grandmaster like grandfather."

She clenched her fists and waved them vigorously. "If I catch who they are, I\'ll definitely, definitely—"

Huang Tingshu shook his head and turned to look at Han Muye. "What do you think?"

Han Muye looked at the invitation and nodded. "This is really a good thing for us Confucian cultivators."

A good thing?

Baili Tongyun turned to look at Han Muye blankly. Suddenly, she frowned and pointed at Han Muye. "You, you didn\'t do this, did you?"

"Ridiculous! Muye is your senior! Apologize to your uncle-in-law!" Huang Tingshu interrupted Baili Tongyun.

Uncle-in-law.

Baili Tongyun\'s mouth moved a few times, but she didn\'t say anything in the end.

Han Muye looked at her and chuckled.

She was really a smart girl. She could actually guess that he was the one who did this.

However, there were some things that could not be admitted in person. If they admitted it, everyone would be embarrassed.

"Tongyun, you\'re still young. You don\'t understand."

Han Muye shook his head and looked outside at Mu Wan and Baili Xinglin setting up the dishes.

Still young?

Don\'t understand?

Baili Tongyun frowned and was about to speak when she heard Han Muye\'s voice again.

"Take the Great Confucian\'s handwritten letter as a reward. It can make this literary conference more important.

"The more important the literary conference is, the more scholars will value it."

Han Muye\'s voice was gentle.

"Value it? And then sell more invitations?"

Baili Tongyun coldly snorted, "You really know how to do business."

"In your opinion, this is just business?" Han Muye\'s voice was a little louder than before.

Mu Wan and Baili Xinglin turned around.

Huang Tingshu looked at Han Muye. Baili Tongyun was also at a loss and looked up.

Han Muye\'s voice rose again, but it was much colder. "You people were born with a golden spoon in your mouth and have seen great scholars since you were young. Of course, you don\'t know that countless students in the world can\'t even meet a great scholar.

"I have a shop assistant named Zuo Yulong. He\'s older than you.

"He has some talent in Confucianism and has cultivated the Great Spirit."

"But he has been listening to the Imperial City Academy\'s lectures from outside for the past five years. He has never listened to the Great Confucians\' lectures in person.

"Because he didn\'t have that chance.

"For you geniuses, listening to the teachings of the Great Confucians is like eating and drinking. How do you know the hardships of others?"

Han Muye spoke loudly.

Baili Tong Yun was stunned, not knowing what to do.

She knew that Han Muye was right.

Every time the Imperial City Academy had a class, countless students would listen in from outside.

Although she would not mock these students, she had never treated them as her classmates.

Now that she thought about it, she really shouldn\'t be like this.

However, this can\'t be a reason for this fellow to scold me!

Besides, this is my home!

"Senior Brother, Tongyun is still young and doesn\'t know the hardships of the world. She will understand in the future."

Mu Wan walked over and gently held Han Muye\'s arm.

Han Muye nodded and said calmly, "Little girl, keep this invitation well. Not to mention its value, if not for Uncle-Master and the others bringing you to the Immortal Ship, this invitation would still give you the right to observe."

With that, he pulled Mu Wan towards the table.

With tears in her eyes, Baili Tongyun raised her head and looked at the silent Huang Tingshu. The corner of her mouth twitched, and she almost cried.

Ever since she was young, no one had ever criticized her like this.

Moreover, what happened today was clearly not her fault.

How could he use this invitation to earn money?

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.

—-

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.