Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Ancestor Tao Ran's words made Han Muye almost burst out laughing.

I thought that the ancestors, such as the ancestors, who were ups and downs, didn't care about the reputation of outsiders.

It turned out to be waiting on purpose.

Even the ancestors of the Mu family felt that the simplified Xumai Dan was a bit of a trick. When Tao Ran took it out this time, he might really be able to slap the faces of those who looked down on him.

The celebration has not yet started, and the Mu Family ancestor has not arrived yet. Although Han Muye is in the front, he is blocked by Tao Ran and Su Liang, and he can still run away.

Looking around, he finally saw Mu Wan sitting among the disciples of the Mu family.

People around Mu Wan also seemed to have seen him, so they gathered together and pointed, and looked at him. It was estimated that apart from the good looks, everything else was bad.

Han Muye could see that, in the eyes of these pill cultivators, no matter how good your swordsmanship is, you can't compare to a good pot of pills.

Extraordinary brain circuits.

"Huh?" Han Muye was slightly taken aback when his eyes swept over.

He saw someone he didn't expect.

He has never seen this person.

But he had seen it from the memory of the pill furnace in his hand.

Jiang Ming.

Yulin Valley scattered cultivators, refining Qingxue Dan, and trying to use sword energy into the Dan furnace.

Han Muye was deeply impressed by this dedication to Dan Dao.

Cultivation is really a crazy thing if you don't succeed.

At this time, Jiang Ming's face was solemn, wearing a blue-gray robe, his gray hair was tightly tied, and he had a floating aura.

The crazy look that he saw from the Dan Ding was completely gone.

He sat on one side by the edge of the square, surrounded by some low-level practitioners.

In today's feast, Jiang Ming, who came from a loose cultivator, is indeed impossible to get a good position.

The cultivator has a keen sense of consciousness, Han Muye just stared straight for a few breaths, and Jiang Ming has already raised his head over there.

Seeing Han Muye looking at him, Jiang Ming was slightly taken aback.

People from Jiu Xuan Jianmen?

As a wasteful alchemist, he doesn't seem to have any intersection with them, right?

Han Muye nodded lightly as a greeting.

This made Jiang Ming a little confused.

Still, he nodded in return.

Jiuxuan Jianmen is now in full swing, and this person is still with the ancestors, so he must not be an ordinary person.

Such a person greets him, he is a loose cultivator, and he is already flattered.

Han Muye didn't let Han Muye look around for a long time, a bell rang, auspicious clouds filled the sky, and petals flew.

The celebration has begun.

It was the first time that Han Muye saw the ancestor of the Mu family.

This old man, who was wearing a gray-white robe, with white hair and beard, was surrounded by a cloud of dan Qi.

The drifting dan incense proves that his dan dao cultivation is extraordinary.

His face is simple and simple, his eyes are kind, and he is full of elixir.

This appearance is the appearance of a tailor-made Pill Dao overhaul.

"Fellow Daoists, Mu Chun has lived 800 years of crazy life. Today, Xiaoqing, I am very grateful to have you here."

The big monk's voice resounded throughout the square, soft and clear.

Whether it was a representative of a large sect like Patriarch Tao Ran or other practitioners, they all stood up and bowed their hands.

Eight hundred years of practice is not considered a top senior in Western Xinjiang.

After all, most of the practitioners in the realm can live to a thousand years.

But in the eight hundred years of Mu Chunhui, he has done a lot of great things, and accumulated a lot of merit in the cultivation world in the Western Xinjiang.

The courtesy of the audience today is also the righteousness of respecting him.

Seeing the whole hall bowing hands, Mu Chunhui sighed.

What Jian Xiu seeks is to traverse the world, and for Dan Xiu, I am afraid that it will be praised by thousands of practitioners.

Looking at Mu Chunhui, who was looking at the sky, Han Muye had a hint of enlightenment.

Practitioners are still mortals after all.

Everyone has something in their hearts.

When there is no desire and no desire, when the love is cut off, I am afraid that it will really be able to emerge into an immortal.

The children of the Mu family brought the incense case, and Mu Chunhui held the high incense and saluted the heaven and earth.

This is alchemy, and the cultivation of alchemy depends entirely on the elixir fire from heaven and earth.

Jian Xiu, it would be good not to fight the sky with a sword.

There seems to be a fixed formula for the celebration, but Han Muye doesn't understand it.

Anyway, in his opinion, when the same spirit fruit wine is served, it is a celebration.

However, this table full of melons, fruits and wines is not ready to be enjoyed right away.

Several Mu family descendants stepped forward to kowtow to Mu Chun, and then offered a birthday gift.

Some are giving away rare elixir, and some are taking out treasured elixir.

These are the second and third generations of the Mu family, and most of them are already in the realm of cultivation.

Mu Chunhui smiled and encouraged a few words before accepting the gift.

After that, the ones who came forward were mostly foundation-building and qi-condensing juniors.

"That is Mu Tanzhi, the eldest son of the Mu family."

"Among the younger generations of the Mu family, the one who has the most hope of inheriting the mantle of the ancestor is this eldest son."

"Among the younger generation of the Xijiang Pill Dao, the reputation of this young master of the wood is very loud."

The discussion around made Han Muye look up.

Standing in front of Mu Wan and the others was a calm middle-aged man wearing a lavender robe.

This is the first member of the Mu family's descendants, Mu Tanzhi.

There is a flash of Dan Qi far beyond his peers on his body, and his cultivation base is also at the peak of Foundation Establishment.

Under his leadership, the disciples of the Mu family kowtowed to Mu Chun.

Except for Mu Tanzhi, who presented a seventh-grade pill made by himself, everyone else was empty-handed and just kowtowed.

Their filial piety, the ancestors of the Mu family would not like them.

It's good to have it in mind.

After the Mu family celebrated their birthdays, the representatives of the various sects came forward.

The first to come forward were the two Qingpao Taoists from the Lingdao Sect.

Outsiders don't know what to send.

The ancestor of the Mu family solemnly accepted the gift, and asked people to sit in peace.

The power of the largest sect in Western Xinjiang can be seen.

Behind them are two monks from Shangyang Demon Sect in black robes, and then Taiyi Sword Sect.

When the three major groups finished delivering the gifts, the cultivator of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect stood up.

Just got up, the Tao Ran ancestor here has slowly straightened up.

In the whole venue, everyone was heartbroken.

Wind Spirit Sword Sect and Jiu Xuan Sword Sect are fighting hotly right now, and they are in dire straits.

At this time, do you want to stop the signs?

Of the three major sects, who ranks fourth?

Unfortunately, the reality did not turn out as the viewers wished.

When he saw Old Ancestor Tao Ran stand up, the two Taoists on the opposite side sat down again.

Ancestor Tao Ran and Elder Su Liang stepped forward and presented the birthday gifts that had been prepared earlier.

When they turned around, the two Taoists from the Wind Spirit Sword Sect came forward holding the brocade box.

The process of presenting the birthday gift did not show off wealth and compare with Han Muye imagined, it was all packed in a box, and no one could see it.

Han Muye guessed that many boxes were probably empty, and the real birthday gifts may have already been sent and registered.

After all, there are not many people who can come forward to give gifts at this venue. Most of them are empty-handed, and they should have given them a long time ago.

Until dozens of large and small sects had sent gifts, the Mu family patriarch stood up and cupped his hands to say a few words of thanks. Han Muye looked at the Tao Ran patriarch who was sitting in front of him and stretched out his hand to touch the spiritual fruit.

Finally able to eat.

To be honest, Han Muye is really not a good eater in the sect.

Today, I am interested in the spiritual fruit in front of me. It is really tempting. It is the first time I have seen so many melons and fruits in the cultivation world.

Unfortunately, the appearance does not mean the taste.

Looking at the good-looking fruits, it is nothing more than sweet and sour taste.

There was no breath of spiritual energy that Han Muye imagined, and his blood was tumbling.

The fruit is the same fruit.

The melon, that is, the melon.

Slightly disappointed.

Looking up, the ancestor of the Mu family started to toast with a wine glass.

After he paid his respects, the venue began to liven up.

A lot of people who were familiar with each other got together and started talking about Dan Dao.

Sure enough, they were all pill cultivators. This one said that the anger was very strong last night, and he didn't remove it, and he wasted a pot of pills.

"Don't eat it, go for a walk." Ancestor Tao Ran, who was sitting in front of him, said in a low voice just after dealing with a fruit.

Han Muye turned his head and saw that Fairy Jinyuan, who was sitting beside him, was already chatting and laughing with several female cultivators in the distance.

Even Elder Su Liang, also holding a wine glass, approached several Dan Xiu and whispered.

"Ancestor, you won't go?" Seeing that the whole audience was talking about Dan Dao, Han Muye was very curious as to why Ancestor Tao Ran didn't go.

"Hmph, do I need to go, Patriarch?" Patriarch Tao Ran snorted coldly.

Han Muye picked up his wine glass and walked away, took a few steps, looked back, and saw that there was no one else in Tao Ran's body, so he was sitting alone.

The scene is a bit bleak.

Han Muye was a little moved.

It is estimated that the ancestor knew that his popularity was not good, and no one would take care of him, so he forced him to leave, right?

I don't want to be left out like him.

"That's Patriarch Tao Ran of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, why is no one talking to him?" Some young Dan Xiu didn't understand, so he said in a low voice.

"Shh, let me tell you, when Tao Ran's ancestor was stopped outside the Xiaodan Pavilion, and dozens of alchemy furnaces failed to achieve the best quality, in a fit of anger, he almost ordered the Xiaodan Pavilion."

"This man has a bad temper."

"No wonder I heard people say that he is a fire lunatic. Forget it, don't get close."

Han Muye didn't know that Tao Ran's ancestor had also done something to burn the Xiaodan Pavilion.

But thinking about it, dozens of potions of medicinal herbs can't be refined, and that kind of mood is really urgent.

Han Muye looked around and saw that there was no one he wanted to meet. He turned his head and walked to the side of the venue with a glass of wine.

Jiang Ming, who was drinking with his head down, raised his head and saw Han Muye coming, and was slightly taken aback.

"I met fellow Daoist Jiang at Han Muye at Xia Jiu Xuan Sword Sect."

Han Muye didn't exchange greetings, went straight to Jiang Ming's small case, sat down, and raised his glass lightly.

Jiang Ming clinks a glass with him with a puzzled face, and then drank the wine in the glass.

"Master Han, how do you know me?"

After drinking, Jiang Ming couldn't help it, looked at Han Muye, and spoke in a low voice.

Beside him, many people pricked up their ears.

This piece is all alchemy cultivators who came from loose cultivators, and their cultivation base is average in alchemy.

After all, the seating arrangement in this corner speaks for itself.

The disciples of Jiu Xuan Sword Sect came to visit Jiang Ming~www.wuxiahere.com~ which made them very curious.

Jiu Xuan Sword Gate, but the Western Border Sect.

Jiang Ming was famous back then, but after all these years, who would look at him?

Hearing Jiang Ming's question, Han Muye chuckled lightly, raised his hand, and a small black pill stove appeared in the palm of his hand.

Storage ring.

People around him glanced at Han Muye without realizing it.

This guy must be the second-generation son of a certain elder in the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

Otherwise, how could there be such a treasure as a storage ring at a young age?

At this time, Jiang Ming's eyes fell on the small black stove, and a trace of bitterness flashed in his eyes.

"It turns out that the young master knew that this pill furnace was in my hands."

"Jiu Xuan Jianmen is a large sect in the Western Border. It is not difficult to trace the source of a pill furnace."

Speaking softly, Jiang Ming paused slightly, then looked up at Han Muye: "Young master is looking for me, do you want me to pay you for this stove?"

"It was a pity that I used sword energy to refine pills and hurt the foundation of this pill furnace."

"It's just that now I'm afraid I can't afford this stove."

A good pill furnace is like a good sword in the hands of a swordsman.

This pill furnace was destroyed by himself, and it was normal for the furnace to enter the hands of others.

As long as Dan repairs, there is no one who does not love the Dan furnace.

Hearing Jiang Ming say that using sword energy to make alchemy, the furnace was broken, and many people around showed contempt.

My generation, Dan Xiu, is ashamed to be in the company of this person.

"Take a good look." Han Muye held an empty wine glass in his hand, looked into the distance, and said softly.

take a good look?

Jiang Ming frowned and looked down at the pill furnace.

His complexion slowly changed, and he reached out his hand and gently stroked the pill furnace.

"hiss--"

The moment his palm touched the pill furnace, he widened his eyes and let out a low cry.

"Sword Qi!"