Today, a lot of unexpected things happened, especially Hua Xiangrong. Compared with the Natural Taoist Figure that helped him make a breakthrough, Hua Xiangrong was willing to come down and speak for him at all costs when Li Mu was besieged by the crowd, even at the cost of offending the two academies. Li Mu felt warm inside.
Li Mu thought for a while and took a jade pendant from his body.
This jade pendant happened to be in the shape of a petal, tied with silver thread, and engraved with a small tactical deployment for soothing and protecting the body. It was a low-level Taoist instrument, which Li Mu had just refined and carved during the day. It could help the wearer to locate the target and also help the wearer to block a full blow from a super-class master in the Zongshi Master Realm. If it was put on the market, it would definitely be a treasure that everyone would fight for.
Li Mu turned around and directly tied the jade pendant to Hua Xiangrong's neck.
"This is the first time we met, and I almost forgot to give you a gift. This jade pendant was made by me, and it can help to soothe and protect the body. If you don't mind, remember to take it with you."
Li Mu said.
Hua Xiangrong was suddenly blushed by Li Mu's slightly overbearing action, but she felt a little sweet in her heart.
On the other side, Xin 'er was complaining. "Whether you mind it or not, you have already put it on my miss without any explanation. How can my miss refuse? It's too overbearing."
However, although she complained in her heart, at this time, the little maid had already seen that Li Mu's status was absolutely extraordinary, so she did not reject him as before, but she was still a little worried. She did not know whether Li Mu's identity and background could solve that problem for her miss.
"Thank you, Young Master." Hua Xiangrong lowered her head and said in a low voice.
Li Mu smiled.
Such a goddess-like beautiful woman was really charming and pitiful when she was shy.
"I will come again."
After saying this, Li Mu turned around and left.
In the hall, the crowd automatically made a way for Li Mu to go out.
Outside the door, there was already a servant of the Holy House, who was very discerning and led Li Mu's cyan-maned horse.
Li Mu turned over and mounted the horse.
One man and one horse, neither too fast nor too slow, separated the tide-like black-armored warriors stationed outside, gradually went away under the illumination of the night on both sides of the street, and finally disappeared in the darkness.
He walked with ease and elegance.
It was not until Li Mu's figure disappeared in the distant street that many people in the hall slowly withdrew their gazes.
For a moment, everyone was silent. No one knew what they were thinking.
"Men, carry them away. Whether they're dead or alive, send them to their respective academies." Cai Zhijie ordered the soldiers to drag out Lin Qiushui, Liu Muyang, the short scholar, Song Qingfei, and others who had fainted. Then, after some investigation, he ordered the soldiers to withdraw.
The case was closed.
His attitude represented the attitude of the government.
This meant that the officials of Chang 'an would no longer hold Li Mu accountable for the murder. If the two academies wanted to take revenge, they would have to rely on their own strength.
None of the people in the hall who were watching the show had expected that things would end up like this.
This was simply a crushing defeat.
It was a complete and utter suppression.
Why was this happening?
No one knew.
The only explanation was that the young man's background was very frightening.
"Lord Cai." Bai Xuan couldn't help but ask. "Who exactly is this young man?"
She and Cai Zhijie were old acquaintances, so she dared to ask.
Having been in the Holy House for so many years, she had seen so many high-ranking officials and nobles, but she had never been so eager to know the background of the young man who had killed the instructors of the Hanshan Academy and the Fengming Academy and was sent off respectfully by the garrison officer of the government office in the eastern district.
Everything that happened tonight was a little strange.
Cai Zhijie was stunned and frowned. "You don't know?"
Then, he added, "How many in Chang 'an are there in such a young martial arts Great Master who can write a poem?"
Bai Xuan's pupils suddenly shrank. She thought of something and said, "Could it be … the Epigraph of my Shack … is him?"
Cai Zhijie nodded and said, "I thought you knew his identity … After eight years of silence, he amazed the world with a single brilliant feat. He excelled in both literature and martial arts. He is the youngest scholar in the empire. Who else could it be if not him?"
After that, the guard of the government office in the eastern district left with a large group of people.
He came here to clean up Li Mu's mess.
Now that he had cleaned it up, he naturally had to go back.
It was a matter of attitude.
As for the Hanshan Academy and the Fengming Academy … Well, good luck to them.
At that time, the hall of the Holy House was already in a hubbub. It was as if an underground volcano that had been suppressed for a long time had accumulated enough energy and finally erupted. The rumbling energy poured out, carrying a kind of crazy and absurd heat.
"Turns out it's him."
That was the only thought that flashed across everyone's mind at the moment.
"No wonder he could write such century-old poems as Beauty Poem and Blossoming Rong. Turns out it's him!"
Everything seemed to be clear now.
"Zhen Yuandao and Jia Zuoren deserved to die. They actually wanted to steal the young Great Master's literary title. They really kicked an iron plate."
"They asked for it."
"Lin Qiushui and Liu Muyang set their master up. But they deserved it. Neither of the two pairs of master and disciple is good. How could they be so shameless? Today, if it were someone else but a young Great Master, he would have been killed."
"Stealing the young Great Master's literary title is like killing his wife and stealing his son."
"Now, the deans of the Hanshan Academy and the Fengming Academy are going to cry."
The crowd was in a heated discussion.
The crowd's attitude changed, and they immediately turned their sympathetic tone towards the two academies without hesitation. It was not only because of the young Great Grandmaster's illustrious reputation, but also because the two academies were in the wrong from the beginning to the end of this matter.
If anyone still suspected that Li Mu had plagiarized, he must be out of his mind. The Epigraph of My Shack had thoroughly proved the young Great Master's literary title. How could a genius with such profound attainments in martial arts plagiarize?
The scholars of the two academies looked gloomy.
At this moment, all of them, who had their heads held high in the first half of the competition, looked as if they had lost their parents. They were dejected like defeated dogs, and they didn't dare to retort at all as they left as if they were fleeing. Everything that happened tonight was truly too shameful. To them, it was simply a double loss.
At that moment, Bai Xuan barely came to her senses.
"It turned out to be him."
"The young Great Master is famous in both literature and martial arts."
"The Epigraph of My Shack has already caused the whole Chang 'an City to show signs of" Chang' an City is expensive ". Tonight, he wrote such two sensational poems … It turned out that there were really geniuses in this world."
Bai Xuan, who was business-minded, immediately realized that this was an excellent publicity opportunity.
For the Holy House, what could be more eye-catching than the propaganda of "the young Great Master wrote a poem in anger", "the Beauty Poem" and "Hua Xiangrong" will be passed down through the ages "," killing in anger, and the instructors of the two academies will be punished for their evil deeds "?
"As long as it is operated well, the Holy House can completely overshadow several competitors and dominate the Liufang Street of the Musical House."
"And Hua Xiangrong can try to compete for the throne of Top Beauty in Chang 'an Mansion."
"With the support of the young Great Master's two century-old poems, she has a great chance."
At this time, Hua Xiangrong did not notice what others said at all. Her mind was blank.
"It turned out to be him."
"It turned out to be him."
"It turned out to be him."
There was only one thought in her mind.
Everything that had happened tonight felt so unreal to her.
"A young Great Master, talented in literature and excellent in martial arts, who rose like a comet, stirred up the storm in Chang 'an, overturned the Dafeng Chamber of Commerce, defeated the Heaven Sword Martial Club, and forced the old monster of the Heaven Sword Martial Club, the Heaven-Sword Celestial Being to show up. Then, he wrote the Epigraph of My Shack, which spread all over the Chang' an Mansion …"
"A man of the hour!"
Hua Xiangrong, in her boudoir, was also quite curious about such a peerless and romantic figure.
She did not pay much attention to martial arts, but she liked the Epigraph of my Shack very much. She copied it several times in a row and tried to figure out the charm of the poem. She had also imagined the appearance of the man of the hour. Although the girl did not yearn for love, she also had a trace of fantasy and expectation.
However, at that time, she was absolutely far away from this man of the hour.
"Such a peerless and romantic figure is the dream lover of many noble ladies in Chang 'an."
However, she did not expect that she would meet him so soon in this way.
She touched the jade pendant on her chest, on which there seemed to be his question. For a moment, she could not help but be stunned.
Xin 'er, the maid, covered her mouth, unable to hide the surprise in her heart.
She had thought about the big picture, but she still did not dare to think that it was this man.
"It never occurred to me that the young man, who looks ordinary and dressed in ordinary clothes, turned out to be such a man of the hour. If so, hasn't my miss finally found a reliable backer?" "And I don't need to worry about that matter anymore?"
"But I don't know how sincere this man is to my miss."
At the thought of this, the little maid became worried again.
"If I had known this earlier, I would not have asked him to leave so obviously when we were in the boudoir. I should have let him stay in the boudoir for a few more days. Even … even spending the night with him is not impossible. Anyway, if my miss can marry such an ideal man, she will be free from the sea of bitterness."
"He won't be angry with me, will he?"
"Damn it, it's me who ruined my miss's chance."
The little maid blamed herself very much.
At this time, many people in the hall, especially the girls and madams of the Holy House, looked at Hua Xiangrong with envy.
"How lucky she is!"
In Chang 'an City, it was not easy for an influential figure to appear. But in such a short time, he became Hua Xiangrong's guest and wrote two century-old poems. It could be imagined that after today, Hua Xiangrong's reputation would definitely soar.
Moreover, with such a fierce man protecting her, who would dare to have evil thoughts about Hua Xiangrong in the future?
From the jade pendant that man gave Hua Xiangrong when he left, it could be seen that he was not playing.
Just as the crowd was engaged in a heated discussion, a sarcastic voice suddenly sounded. "Haha, I think you've forgotten one thing. Li Mu has been challenged by our Heaven Sword Martial Club's Heaven-Sword Celestial Being. He can only live for one day at most. At sunrise the day after tomorrow, Heaven-Sword Celestial Being will kill Li Mu with his sword."
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