Chapter 22 The chrysanthemums (2)

The atmosphere almost solidified for a moment. The sun shone brightly outside the pavilion, the fragrance of flowers filled the nose, and the laughter and joy were endless. However, the evil spirit was filled with swords and swords. Within a few steps, it was like two worlds.

"Hahaha" Han Mu suddenly burst into laughter and said, "Just just kidding, why are everyone so nervous?"

Song Yun relaxed his expression and laughed dryly: "Brother Han should stop playing this kind of joke."

Huang Zilang let go of the hand covering his waist and sneered, "Han Mu, do you think you are a three-year-old child? Is this kind of joke casually? What if you have a few shortcomings one day, wouldn't the government pursue Mr. Song?"

Junjie, who was standing behind Han Mu, could not help but hear his rude words, and cursed angrily: "Little thief, you are only two different things. Do you dare to be so rude? Is it because your skin is itchy?"

Huang Zilang was angry and was about to step forward. Song Yun glanced at him indifferently, and Huang Zilang immediately swallowed the words to his mouth and only glared at Junjie fiercely.

Han Mu turned around and patted Junjie's arm and said with a gentle voice: "Xiaojie is not allowed to be so rude. Others can talk nonsense. My Han Mu's friend must convince others with reason, and don't be so impulsive and hurt the harmony."

Junjie said yes, Han Mu turned his head and smiled, "Besides, is it easy for me, Han Mu to lose my life? At the least, I have to take a few people to take care of them."

Song Yun said: "That's natural. Brother Han is elegant and Song admires it. But since someone wants to be unfavorable to Brother Han, Brother Han should be more careful when going out in the future. I know two masters. Will Brother Han ask me to recommend you?"

"Brother Song is so kind, Han Mu is very grateful. But I think this master should stay with Brother Song. The world is difficult and dangerous, so Brother Song must be careful not to regret the disaster." Han Mu smiled.

A trace of cold light in Song Yun's eyes flashed and he smiled and said, "Brother Han is joking. It's not too early. Let's go and enjoy the chrysanthemums and chant poetry. I always say that these fighting and killing are really bad."

Han Mu stood up and made a gesture of invitation. Song Yun took Huang Zilang and others away.

Han Mu watched coldly, and became more and more sure that the person who attacked him would be related to them; but looking at the Taoist practice of these people, it seems that they have not dared to kill people. There is another thing that they do not need to kill people for these things, and I am afraid there will be a commander behind them.

While thinking about it, Miss Wang had already announced the beginning of the poetry meeting. Han Mu felt dizzy and was about to write poetry again. But seeing those talented men and beautiful people each conceived their own ideas and writing poetry, only Han Mu and Junjie were pitiful big eyes and staring at the small eyes.

Han Mu made up his mind to stop writing any poems this time, but Miss Wang would not let him go. Sure enough, when everyone handed in the manuscripts one after another, Han Mu saw Wang Yurun walking towards him slowly. Han Mu turned his head and left, but Miss Wang started to say: "Brother Han Shi, hand over the masterpiece, the taste is about to begin."

"That..." Han Mu scratched his head.

"What this one is the one, don't be humble, be careful to become a white-bearded old man." Liu Rumei smiled.

Han Mu had no choice but to turn around and said, "I really have no intention of writing poetry today. How about I dance swords to everyone to cheer up?"

Everyone was stunned and applauded. Although the Eastern Jin Dynasty emphasized the conversation between famous scholars, they also admired martial arts the most. Today, they seemed peaceful, but there were strong enemies outside and thieves and bandits inside, so everyone had great fantasies about warriors with superb martial arts.

Han Mu has long been a top-notch literary figure in everyone's heart. If he could see how good his martial arts are, it would satisfy the fantasy of many people. Han Mu's girl fans patted his little hands.

Han Mu wanted to show his hand in front of Song Yun and the others. After three months of hard work, he didn't take it out and scare people. He felt like he was so bright that he could scare people. If he could scare these grandchildren so much that they dare not cause trouble for themselves from now on, it would be the best. He could happily continue to be the landlord and marry a few wives, and live a leisurely life.

So he took off his straight suit and whistled. Han Qi outside the courtyard happily sent Long Xiang. Song Yun and others looked at each other and said to themselves: "This kid has been ready for the guy to serve him."

Han Mu took the sword in his hand, held his fists, and then concentrated his mind. Everyone's eyes were filled with cold air, and the Longxiang sword had been unsheathed. But Han Mu flashed and moved, sometimes as fierce as a tiger, sometimes as flexible as a leopard, and used a set of Tiangang sword techniques to create a wind and turn it to the best.

Everyone saw Han Mu's agile figure in the chrysanthemums, and they were all open their mouths. Unexpectedly, Han Mu was really possessed by his masterly skills. Song Yun and others were also secretly shocked. If they had turned against each other in the pavilion just now, the wastes here would probably have crawled down long ago.

Liu Rumei was secretly happy: Han Lang was such a hidden person. How lucky he was to marry this person.

Miss Wang stared at Han Mu in the flowers, her heart was throbbing. Isn’t this the dreamer? She wants literary talent, martial arts, and wealth? Besides, there are many small interests, such as sunglasses and skates. She was so crazy about it for a while.

Han Mu jumped into the air, and a 365-degree rotation was swirling. Cold light fell to the ground for several weeks. A small whirlwind spread out, sweeping half of the garden. This move was the last move "Wind swept the remaining clouds".

Han Muliding clasped his fists and looked around. He said: "Showing ugly things"

After a while, the dull and wooden chickens burst out with fierce applause. The noble girls slapped their hands and four words flashed in their eyes: I am a flower slut.

Before Han Mu could show off his coolness, Junjie hurriedly stepped forward and pulled Han Mu's sleeve in his ear and said, "Second brother, go quickly, the flowers have been destroyed by you."

Han Mu was shocked and hurriedly packed his clothes. Before everyone could react, the two of them escaped from the yard in shame.

Everyone was stunned. The moment before, he was full of heroism, and in a blink of an eye he was ashamed as a stray dog. Miss Wang was puzzled. When she looked at the small and exquisite chrysanthemum garden, she was stunned and stamped her feet and shouted: "Han Mu! Your chrysanthemum with her."

The talented gentry women noticed that the ground was filled with yellow flowers, the leaves were broken, and the chrysanthemums were completely destroyed in the courtyard. Liu Ru covered her eyebrows and smiled sweetly.

Miss Wang said coquettishly: "You are still laughing. Your husband is causing trouble. How can I explain to the Master of Ten Virtues? The husband and wife pay back the debt. You can find a way to do this."

Liu Rumei blushed and leaned into Miss Wang's ear and said, "You'd better find a way. Don't think I don't know what you are thinking. If you annoy me, I'll tell you that your dreams are hard to come true."

Miss Wang's white face was as blushed as peach blossoms, speechless.

Han Mu and Junjie Fei also fled Yunyou Temple, and Junjie laughed all the way. Han Mu slapped his head and said, "I'm still laughing. This time I ruined their poetry gathering. Miss Wang and Mei'er won't eat me."

Junjie laughed and said, "You are not going to dance a sword, but I know you will suffer when you say it."

Han Mu gave him a blank look and said, "Then why don't you stop me?"

"Do you want to write a poem?" Junjie asked back. Han Mu lowered his head and stopped chewing his anger.

The next morning, Miss Wang sent someone to invite Han Mu. Han Mu gritted his teeth and rushed to the prefect's mansion. His family led Han Mu all the way to the inner hall. Han Mu heard a sound of a piano from afar and stopped and listened.

The sound of the piano was resentful and ethereal, like the breeze, like morning dew, refreshing. It seemed like there were thousands of thoughts and words that wanted to tell others. Han Mu lowered his head and leaned against the pillar and listened intoxicatedly. After a while, the sound of the piano stopped and came back to his senses. When he looked up, he saw a woman in white clothes and white skirts as elegant as a fairy standing in front of him, looking at him quietly.
Chapter completed!