Chapter 52: Is This Your Attendant?

The honor of knowing me?

Lu Changsheng then took a glance at the young man.

“Where’s your master?” Liu Qingfeng asked curiously.

“Over there.” The young man pointed at the big boat in the port.

The majestic-looking big boat was made of redwood and carved with the figures of mythical beasts, it was then inlaid with jade stones and gold.

The owner of the boat was obviously very rich.

In fact, no matter how fancy the boat was, it wasn’t a celestial object. If it wasn’t because of Qingfeng, Lu Changsheng would have preferred to stay away from strangers.

“It would be impolite for me to reject your young master’s hospitality.” Lu Changsheng nodded.

“Then, please follow me, young master.” The young man felt elated with Lu Changsheng’s response. With great respect, he led the both of them to the red boat.

Soon after, they went on board.

As it emanated the scent of sandalwood, the boat was very spacious. All the tables were also made of redwood. Everything in the boat looked very expensive.

There was a group of people in the boat waiting for them.

When Lu Changsheng came in, everyone got up.

There were seven males and three females.

“Good day, young master! I’m Li Yue.”

“Good day, young master! I’m Zhou Haijie.”

“Good day, young master! I’m Zhang Peng.”

All of them stood up to greet Lu Changsheng with gentle smiles on their faces. In particular, the three ladies were looking straight at Lu Changsheng with admiration in their eyes.

Lu Changsheng’s appearance and demeanor could even make those female cultivators, who had over a thousand years of cultivation experience have a crush on him, what more would it be with these ordinary ladies?

Sometimes, Lu Changsheng felt worried that one day, a female devil would have a crush on him, he would be in a great deal of trouble if that happened.

If such a thing would really occur, Lu Changsheng could only hope that she would show him some mercy.

“I’m Lu Muzhi. Good day, everyone.” Lu Changsheng acted in a very modest and polite manner.

He simply came up with a random name. It would be ridiculous for him to make a complete self-introduction.

Good day, everyone. I’m the Eldest Senior Brother in the Zenith Land, the Mentor to All Buddhist Monks, the current Saint Scholar officially recognized by Literary Arts Star, the Imperial Teacher of the four leading empires in Middle-Earth, the future Eldest Senior Brother to all Dao cultivators, and perhaps also the Saint Son of the Devil and the Demon Saint in the future.

While he was away from the Zenith Land, Lu Changsheng wanted to keep a low profile.

“Muzhi! That’s such a good name!”

“This name really reveals this young master’s literary talent.”

“Brother Muzhi’s manners are extraordinary, you’re making me feel inferior.”

With big smiles on their faces, they were all trying their best to flatter the gorgeous-looking young man.

“And this is?”

At this time, someone finally noticed Liu Qingfeng.

Liu Qingfeng was ready to introduce himself.

However, before Liu Qingfeng could say anything, they commented, “I think this must be Brother Muzhi’s attendant, right? Brother Muzhi has such an impressive demeanor, even his attendant is so well-mannered! We really can’t help but feel inferior to you.”

“That’s right, even his attendant has such a good temperament.”

They were all full of praise for Lu Changsheng.

Liu Qingfeng didn’t know what they were talking about.

Attendant?

When did I become an attendant?

Even an attendant? Even?

Seriously?

I’m a Core disciple in the Zenith Land. My father is the head of Sword Hall!

Liu Qingfeng really wished that he could pull out his long sword to teach them a good lesson.

He instantly felt very depressed.

Everyone had the desire to be worshipped. Liu Qingfeng thought that he could have some fun and also be worshipped if he followed Lu Changsheng.

However, while standing next to his Eldest Senior Brother, he was always ignored and misunderstood.

Am I not handsome?

“He’s my younger cousin, Lu Qingfeng!” Lu Changsheng explained, knowing that Liu Qingfeng was starting to get really mad.

“Oh, he’s your cousin, it’s no wonder.

“I see. I see.”

“Brother Muzhi, please take a seat!”

They obviously ignored the younger cousin as they asked Lu Changsheng to sit down.

At this time, from the head of the boat came a comely man.

The young man was in his early twenties, wearing a white robe. He had a qilin jade amulet hang on to his belt and a folding fan painted with the landscape of mountains and rivers in his hand. He did have a good-looking face, but in front of Lu Changsheng, he was just an ordinary young man.

“Good day, Brother Muzhi. I’m Wang Rich.” The young man cupped his fists while he slightly bowed to Lu Changsheng.

“Brother Rich!” Lu Changsheng elegantly greeted him back with a gentle smile on his face. This smile of his could easily lift people’s moods up.

“Brother Muzhi, please sit down.” Wang Rich hurriedly asked Lu Changsheng to take a seat.

After they sat down, Wang Rich waved his hand in the air. And then the boat started to slowly leave the port.

Several maids brought out delicacies and helped them fill their cups with fine liquor.

“Brother Muzhi, I’m not well-educated at all, but my biggest hobby is to make friends. Earlier, I was standing in the front of the boat and I saw your extraordinary demeanor, which was why I plucked up the courage to invite you. I hope that this isn’t too abrupt.” Wang Rich was very modest and courteous as he said this.

He had a really good temperament and appearance, however, his name was a bit…

“Brother Wang, Brother Lu, there is a saying that fate is a bridge, and since today, you and I met on this bridge. Let’s savor this fine liquor to celebrate.” Zhang Peng’s awkward simile made Lu Changsheng feel slightly embarrassed.

Lu Changsheng showed his good manners. He picked up the cup and took a sip of the fine liquor.

Liu Qingfeng also followed him.

The liquor was made from fruits which had a rich aroma and tasted slightly sweet. Although the taste wasn’t as mellow as the liquor produced in the Zenith Land, it was definitely not bad.

Even though Lu Changsheng wasn’t a big fan of drinking. He would occasionally drink when he was bored, he didn’t drink too much right now.

“Brother Muzhi, why are you heading for Jingling?” Wang Rich asked him.

“To see the landscapes and enjoy the beautiful scenery,” Lu Changsheng smiled while he responded.

“I see. Spending several days just leisuring about is wonderful. May I ask how many days you plan on staying in Jingling? I have several houses in Jinling. If you don’t mind, Brother Muzhi, you can stay there for a few days,” Wang Rich said.

“I thank you for your generosity, but we’re heading for the capital,” Liu Qingfeng rejected the invitation before Lu Changsheng could say anything.

“To the capital?” Everyone was slightly surprised.

“Is Brother Muzhi taking the national examination?” Zhou Haijie asked curiously.

“The national examination?” Lu Changsheng and Liu Qingfeng were a bit curious.

“Three days later, this year’s national examination in the Dynasty of Da Qian will be held. If you’re not heading for the examination, I guess you’re visiting for the Lantern Festival.” Zhou Haijie guessed.

“The Lantern Festival?” Both Lu Changsheng and Liu Qingfeng became even more curious.

They had never heard of this before.

“The Lantern Festival is the most grand festival in the capital of Da Qian. On that day, talented people around the world would gather together to exchange poems and talk to each other. People are going to have fun with riddles, and at night, they can also send up colorful lights,” one of the ladies patiently explained.

Liu Qingfeng’s eyes immediately lit up.

At the same time, he looked at Lu Changsheng and said, “Se… Cousin, it sounds like that the Lantern Festival is so much fun. Since you’re such a good poet, we must go!” Liu Qingfeng exclaimed with excitement.

Zhou Haijie’s eyes also lit up as he asked, “Brother Muzhi, you can write poems?”

While faced with this question, Liu Qingfeng immediately answered, “In our hometown, my cousin is respected as the Saint of Poetry. What do you think?”

Liu Qingfeng was a little upset with Zhou Haijie, this was because Zhou Haijie mistook him as an attendant.

“The Saint of Poetry? Impressive! In fact, although my talent is poor, I just developed a short poem earlier when I was standing in the front of the boat. Since Brother Muzhi understands poetry so well, I wonder if we can have the honor today to appreciate your poem. I’ll also show my poem to invite everyone’s evaluation!” Wang Rich immediately became interested.