Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

"Han, boy Han!"

Huang Laoliu, who was slumped on the wooden chair, jumped up and ran to Han Muye, his eyes widened and he looked up and down.

He reached out and patted Han Muye's shoulder and arm, and smashed Han Muye's chest with his fist a few times.

"Haha, you kid isn't dead!"

"It's not dead!"

"I've been sad a few times, Brother Liu!"

Huang Laoliu's old face was full of joy, and his eyes were a little wet.

Han Muye also had a smile on his face.

Huang Laoliu seemed to think of something, grinned, opened a small wooden box, poured out the contents, and then counted them the same.

"Hey, these Medicine Pills are returned to you."

"Also, this is the Spirit Stones I have collected these days, and this one is for you."

"This is the elixir that the shopkeeper Bai gave you."

"This is a letter from Mu Wan's girl to you."

"This is a token given to you by Inner Sect Zhao Pu."

...

Scattered and scattered, really a lot.

Han Muye looked at the pile of things on the table and asked with a smile: "Sixth brother, why are all these things in this box? What are you going to do?"

"Buried."

"If you don't come back, I will bury the things and set up a tomb for you."

Huang Laoliu turned his head and said solemnly.

Clothes Tomb...

Han Muye's face twitched.

"Han Muye, come up and meet me."

He was about to speak when suddenly an old voice came from above the sword pavilion.

Han Muye was shocked.

This is the voice of the sword pavilion elder.

Huang Laoliu and Han Muye looked at each other.

Huang Laoliu winked towards the stairs.

Han Muye nodded, put the sword in his hand and Zi Yan Qingming on the table, then tidied up his clothes and strode up the stairs.

On the second floor, he glanced at the wooden racks holding the long swords, took a deep breath, and then went to the third floor.

On the third floor, the space is only two feet square, there is no wooden frame for placing the long sword, and the surrounding windows are open, and the light is translucent.

The sword pavilion Elder Lotus Position in white robes sat in front, with a dark scabbard long sword worshiping on the long table behind him.

"Disciple Han Muye, meet the elder of the sword pavilion."

Han Muye bowed, cupped fist salute.

The white-haired Jiange Elder nodded and looked at him.

"The danger of Shouyuan, how did you solve it?"

Han Muye knew that his Shouyuan thing would definitely be asked, and he was already thinking about it along the way.

Not only himself, Huang Laoliu and Jiange Elder will definitely have the worry of loss of life essence.

The sword pavilion guards can't escape this hurdle.

"If I go back to the Elder, this time I will go back to my hometown with Mo Yuan, the first person in Outer Sect, and under his guidance, I will disperse Sword Qi. Within three or two years, there will be no danger of Shouyuan." Han Muye replied loudly.

"Disperse Sword Qi?" Jiange Elder fixed his gaze on Han Muye, then nodded.

At this time, there was only the solid Sword intent in the Han Muye Qi Sea, and outsiders could not perceive the existence of the escaping Sword Qi.

Even the elders of the sword pavilion did not notice the abnormality.

"Then, what are you going to do in the future?" Jiange Elder spoke again.

Han Muye raised his head and looked at the calm-faced Sword Pavilion Elder.

He didn't expect that Jiange Elder would talk to him so much, and he also asked himself what to do in the future.

Doesn't this old guy really care about his own life or death?

However, he still answered truthfully: "Back to the Elder, I will prepare dual cultivation of the spiritual body, and strive to train the physical body to withstand Sword Qi's attack."

This is what Mo Yuan told him, the most suitable cultivation method for him.

Jiange Elder nodded, and then said lightly: "The path of cultivation, everyone has their own fate."

"If you haven't survived the level of Sword Qi entering the body, then your fate is exhausted." "Since you have survived, then you have fate with the sword pavilion."

As he said that, he looked at Han Muye and said in a low voice, "In the future, on the fifteenth day of every month, come and see me after closing the cabinet."

See you after closing?

Han Muye instantly thought of the story of Bodhi's ancestor who taught Sun Monkey the seventy-two transformations.

You really have the chance to get the appreciation of the Jiange Elder?

"The disciple understands."

Han Muye nodded, bowed to the Jiange Elder, and exited the third floor.

When he walked down the stairs, he subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the black long sword placed behind the elder of the sword pavilion.

Is this the Nine Profound Sword that suppressed the luck of the Nine Profound Sword Sect?

Why is the style of this sword exactly the same as that of the Xuanyang Sword?

Han Muye has never seen this sword, but he has seen it several times in Qin Yuanhe's saber memory.

Qin Yuanhe performed the Sect mission, and what he was looking for was the black sheathed long sword called Xuanyang Sword.

Xuan Yang, Jiu Xuan, among them, is there any involvement?

Shaking his head, Han Muye didn't think about it any further.

Let those big people worry about it, huddle in the sword pavilion, and slowly nurture Sword Qi, isn't he fragrant?

Going downstairs, Huang Laoliu put all the collected things in a wooden box and handed it to Han Muye.

"Sixth brother, Jiange Elder, he-"

Before Han Muye finished speaking, Huang Laoliu raised his hand and said, "Don't tell me about this."

After he finished speaking, he grinned, patted Han Muye on the shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Kid Han, I have been in Jiange for seven years, and in three more years, I will be a Sect deacon."

Hearing his words, Han Muye also chuckled.

I worry a lot about myself, Jiange Elder said, everyone has their own fate.

Huang Laoliu also has his own fate.

He can live in the sword pavilion for seven years, why should he worry about him?

"Sixth brother, do you still have wine?" Han Muye asked with a smile.

Huang Lao Liu smiled, turned around and took the big Calabash out, and swayed a bit: "There's still half a gourd."

Han Muye reached for Calabash, lifted the stopper, and sniffed it close to his mouth.

Spicy and mellow.

The wine enters the throat, and there is heat in the coolness, passing through the intestines and abdomen, and a dry heat penetrates the whole body.

"hiss--"

"Happy..."

Wanting to take another sip, Huang Lao Liu had already snatched Calabash, took a small sip, and then plugged it in distress.

"My wine is precious."

Han Muye shook his head with a smile, opened the wooden box, took out the Medicine Pill in it, and handed it to Huang Lao Liu.

"Sixth brother, I made this pill myself."

"In the future, we will not be short of this stuff."

Until Han Muye returned to the quiet room with the wooden box, Huang Laoliu, who was holding the jade bottle in his hand, hadn't recovered.

He looked at the Medicine Pill in his hand, and at the quiet room over there.

As if thinking of something, he took out a few Spirit Stones from his pocket.

A palm rubs against Spirit Stones, a complex expression on his face.

"Stinky boy, so you are the real tyrant..."

"Yes, in the future, Huang Laoliu will also have golden thighs to hug."

As he spoke, he shook his head, took the jade bottle and the wine Calabash, and walked back.

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In the quiet room, Han Muye took out various objects from the wooden box.

Five pieces of Spirit Stones, this is the oil and water that Huang Laoliu scraped from the disciple of the leading sword in the past few days.

When Han Muye left Qingmu Town, he left two top-grade Spirit Stones to Mo Yuan.

He can make the best pills, and he will no longer worry about Spirit Stones.

However, he still accepted the five Spirit Stones, after all, it was Huang Laoliu's mind.

In the wooden box, there are also two medicine bags, and the names of the Chinese medicines are written on the medicine bags.

"Mingyuan bone, turn marrow fruit?"

Han Muye was slightly taken aback.