Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

elopement.

A human girl asked the tiger youth to elope with her.

On the hillside, the Tiger Clan youth kept retreating, as if he had a lot of concerns.

"Cuicui, my father said that we were together, and it hurt you..." Shao Datian slammed the bluestone on the hillside, smashing the three-foot-square stone into pieces.

"What else can you do other than smashing rocks?" The girl turned her head and glared, then lowered her head: "My grandfather is not allowed, so I asked you to elope with me."

Two young men and women with little experience were troubled by love affairs on the hillside.

Mu Wan stretched out her hand and grabbed Han Muye's sleeve, shook her head, and stepped back gently.

After leaving the mountain, Mu Wan said in a low voice, "Zhongzhou conquered the Southern Wilderness and migrated a large number of human races. I'm afraid there will be many such things in the future."

Speaking of this, she showed mixed emotions on her face: "The human race and the demon race intermarry, the offspring is difficult, not to mention the danger..."

When the human race and the monster race are combined, if the mother is a monster race, they will basically cut off the inheritance bloodline and turn into ordinary monsters.

Ordinary monsters are the lowest existence of the monster clan.

Not only is his mental intelligence low, but his chances of transforming into a form are extremely slim, and he will be despised by the ethnic group.

If the mother is a human race, once the offspring is conceived, the results are mostly miserable.

The fetus in the womb will drain the qi and blood power from the mother, and eventually the oil will be exhausted.

In the world of practice, most of the people who really combine human races and demon races and have a happy ending are great monks who have successfully practiced.

These big monks are powerful, can lock blood and soul, and ensure the purity of blood.

Of course, the cost is estimated to be enormous.

Back then, Bai Qingyu was able to be with Wen Mosheng, but even the condensed Tianhu tail was cut off.

The peony fairy Hongfu and the ancestor of the Mu family formed a Taoist partner, and also made up their minds.

"Actually, intermarriage between the demon race and the human race is not impossible. You can work hard from the bloodline." Han Muye pondered for a while before speaking in a low voice.

He is the master of the Ten Thousand Demon Order, and controls the various bloodline inheritances of the ancient and desolate star field.

The bloodline power of those divine beasts is so strong that inheritance is difficult.

Many of these mythical beasts will choose to temporarily seal their bloodlines in order to continue their inheritance, and slowly awaken after the descendants arrive.

The vast majority of demon races cannot carry and awaken the blood of divine beasts.

This is also the reason why there are more and more branches of the demon clan in the later generations, and the powerful bloodline is getting thinner and thinner.

When Han Muye and Mu Wan returned to the station, Xiao Chu and the children of the Xiao family had already returned from the banquet.

At this time, the sky was already dark.

The caravan set up eight tents on the drying field, Xiao Chu occupied one room, Han Muye and Mu Wan one room, and the other Xiao family disciples and the caravan buddies divided a total of six tents.

There were more than a dozen people crowded in each tent, which made the children of the Xiao family quite dissatisfied.

In the tent, Han Muye and Mu Wan sat opposite each other.

For a time, Mu Wan felt a little uneasy.

She remembered the sadness in her heart when she heard that Senior Brother Han failed to return from the Southern Wilderness three years ago.

The grandmother, Fairy Shaoyao, asked her if Han Muye could return safely, would she, like Fairy Shaoyao, drop everything and go to the mountains and seas.

At that time, Mu Wan nodded firmly.

When he really saw Han Muye's return, the joy was beyond words.

So she could let go of her restraint and accompany Han Muye to Zhongzhou.

However, no matter how firm the mind is, it cannot resist the embarrassment of being alone in the quiet room at this time, sitting opposite to each other.

At a loss.

Han Muye was also a little stunned.

If you had told Junior Sister Mu Wan to stay on Jiuxuan Mountain, then maybe the children are the same age as Huang Zhihu?

Still six elder brothers.

Shaking his head, Han Muye took out a volume of books, laid it flat on the desk in front of him, and then moved the ink pen lightly.

Confucianism and Taoism meditate and transcribe books and texts, which can slowly improve the mood.

Seeing that Han Muye was seriously copying the book, Mu Wan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and there was a hint of loss in her eyes.

She took out the tiger grasses that she had collected, cleaned them one by one, and sealed them with aura.

He also carefully handled other elixir in various ways.

Some elixir also need to be refined with a pill furnace before turning into medicinal liquid.

When Mu Wan handled the elixir, she immediately focused her wholeheartedly, with a solemn expression.

Such focus is truly rare.

"Snapped-"

The sound behind him made Mu Wan tremble all over, and the pill furnace in front of her vibrated, and a cloud of gray-black scorched smoke rose.

Elixir ruined.

Without taking care of the spirit medicine, Mu Wan hurriedly turned around and saw Han Muye with a wry smile to clean up the broken ink pen in front of him.

An ink pen, torn apart.

"Junior Sister Mu, I use the formation method to isolate it, so it won't affect your study of alchemy."

Han Muye took out a formation plate and was just about to activate the formation, but he didn't want his palm to be stronger, and the formation plate shattered with a "pop".

Mu Wan laughed, raised her hand and said aura to isolate the two of them.

"Junior sister, when did you cultivate the formation?" Han Muye whispered softly. After speaking, he remembered that the formation had isolated himself from Mu Wan's perception.

Shaking his head, he sat cross-legged and his eyes fell on the long table in front of him.

The text is half written, and the rest is stained with ink.

This is his current state, the physical strength is too strong, too strong to control.

Slowly closing his eyes, his spiritual thoughts started from Shenzang, then entered the sea of ​​qi, and then returned to Dantian.

Starting from the wasteland, Han Muye gained unimaginable benefits.

All kinds of treasures, all kinds of ancient blood, as well as treasures, Kui horns and tyrannical divine beasts.

At this time, a golden aura filled his mind.

The sword of the soul pierced the sky.

His divine soul has transcended the realm of heaven and reached the realm of union with the Dao.

It's just that if he wants to become a true Daoist overhaul, he needs to combine his soul with the Dao of Heaven, as if he were in a wasteland, and turn the world into his own Dao domain.

The Profound Sky World Avenue has already merged with Zhongzhou Wen. The entire Zhongzhou is the domain of Wen Xiang Dao. If Han Muye wants to join the Dao, he must compete with Wen Mosheng for the control of the Heavenly Dao.

Han Muye wasn't interested in guarding Tianxuan yet, so he kept a trace of his divine soul in the Ten Thousand Demon Order, and used the divine soul to refine the body of the divine beast, keeping his divine soul in a state of constant wear and tear.

Such an unsatisfactory soul will naturally not arouse Tiandao induction, and will not spontaneously compete with Wen Mosheng.

At the beginning, Yuan Tianjianzun reminded him.

The endless divine soul power in the divine treasure keeps spinning, and in addition to refining the divine beast body, it has also been consolidating the divine soul sword.

With the Xuanyang Art as the foundation, after cultivating his own practice, the Xuanyuan Dao Art, Han Muye's divine soul and the sword intent in the sea of ​​qi have already matched.

Although he has not yet set foot in the heavens, or even condensed into a golden core, he has a very clear view of his own cultivation path.

Reiki cultivation to the extreme, condensed into a golden elixir, and finally turned into a swordsman Yuanying.

In this process, he needs to combine the Sword Intent of Qi Sea and the Sword of Shenzang Divine Soul, the three forces are combined into one, and finally turn it into the sword of Yuanshen.

The primordial spirit is the sword, with an endless edge, and nothing is unstoppable.

But all of this requires strong physical support.

Only by refining the body of the divine beast and integrating it into itself, can everything be indestructible.

There are thousands of dark golden streamers on the sword of the soul.

Each streamer represents a complete divine soul sword energy.

In the sea of ​​​​qi, the long sword wrapped by the purple human hope has as many as ten thousand sword intents condensed.

At the beginning, Han Muye was planning to use three thousand sword intents to condense into sword stances, but now there are tens of thousands of sword intents, and he has achieved several kinds of sword stances.

With the affinity of various attributes, Han Muye can display the five attributes of wind, fire, water, wood, and earth.

In his dantian, thirteen sword **** floated.

A long sword condensed by sword intent and spiritual energy traverses, and it is about to solidify.

This long sword is solid, and it can become a kendo golden pill.

At that time, it was the beginning of the transformation of Han Muye's cultivation base.

Of course, at present, his biggest dilemma is the refining of the beast's body.

The strong strength does not match his state of mind, making it impossible for him to smoothly display his combat power.

Behind Han Muye, a phantom of a divine beast appeared, slowly floating up and down, as if it was about to break open the void directly.

It's just a space force suppressing it.

No one knew where Han Muye had placed the body of this divine beast.

I am afraid that until he is completely refined, he will not let outsiders know this secret.

With the spiritual light isolated, Mu Wan couldn't see Han Muye's cultivation.

She looked at Dan Ding in front of her and couldn't help sighing.

"What Sister Bai said at the beginning really makes sense..."

Back in Jiuxuan Mountain, Bai Suzhen told Mu Wan that some people really couldn't keep up.

The feeling of chasing hard, but chasing farther and farther, is too powerless.

Now, Mu Wan has this feeling.

Brother Han's cultivation has reached an unimaginable level.

The world he came into contact with was a world he couldn't even imagine.

Brother Han's practice is extremely wonderful.

And he was really just an ordinary little cultivator who didn't even step into the situation.

What are you doing with him?

A spirit grass was slowly smashed into pieces in the palm of her hand, and Mu Wan felt the bitterness on her face.

The night passed, and the caravan set off before the sunrise.

They have to rush to the next tribal station.

Various tribes gather spiritual medicine and spiritual materials. Although this is not hard work, it is also a matter of refining people.

Dealing with various monsters, there are all kinds of habits, how to deal with it is all knowledge.

Xiao Chu is obviously an old river and lake, and he can deal with it mellowly wherever he goes, and those younger generations follow him.

According to what Xiao Chu told Han Muye, after a few more years of this trade route, he will hand it all over to the younger generation.

His cultivation base has already reached half a step, and he will focus on his cultivation in the future.

Low-level practitioners are constantly tempered, and middle-level practitioners assume the responsibility of teaching. After they become great monks, they are guarding one side.

This model is the same whether it is in Zhongzhou or Western Xinjiang.

The inheritance of the practice world is probably like this.

In addition to those scattered cultivators who passed on one line, or the rare methods of the great cultivator.

The caravan left Shaoyuan Ridge, collected elixir from two small tribes, and then started to go to Zhongzhou.

Because of the movement of the army, the road to Zhongzhou is wide, and soldiers in red or black armor can be seen riding past from time to time.

There are also some small caravans, which are also full to the direction of Zhongzhou.

"Those are small families from several counties in the south, who organized caravans." Xiao Chu pointed to the caravan with only seven or eight people and two carts ahead.

"The Southern Wilderness is yet to be leveled, and caravans without the background of the Chiyan Army and Xuanyang Guard are not allowed to pass through more than ten people."

Sure enough, most of the caravans encountered along the way were limited to seven or eight people.

In Han Muye's view, it is very easy to avoid such a rule.

Dividing a few more caravans is just paying one more document for customs clearance and one more tax.

"That's Zhongzhou Guanjie." Xiao Chu pointed at the huge city gate in front of him and said with a smile.

Fifty feet high city gate, in front of the city gate is a broad bluestone square.

Standing on the avenue, after seeing the Chengguan, the spiritual energy is lingering.

There are also faint barriers on the top of the city, but compared with the thick sky walls in the Western Border, the southern barren barriers are extremely thin.

The barriers of the Southern Wilderness can be passed through as long as the Qi condenses.

The Western Border requires a golden core to pass through, which is why Han Muye opened the Heaven's Gate with one sword.

In the current Western Xinjiang, as long as you bring a sword and sword repairer, you can travel between Zhongzhou and Western Xinjiang.

In recent years, the practice of Xijiang has been much more prosperous than before.

"Zhennanguan?" Han Muye looked at the three golden characters.

It really is a pass guarding the Southern Wilderness.

"Hehe, this word is still written by the great master of Confucianism and Taoism, and it can detect the nature of the mind. Many spies of the demon clan are blocked by this golden word, revealing their potential." Xiao Chu said very proudly.

"This Grandmaster Ma Yuan has a good relationship with the Xiao family?" Han Muye turned his head and asked.

Below the gold letter, there is an inscription.

"Master Ma Yuan and I, the head of the Xiao family, are officials in the same dynasty, and they are planning to form an in-law..." Before Xiao Chu could speak, a child of the Xiao family at the back said aloud.

relatives by marriage? No wonder.

It is normal for the officials of the dynasty to protect each other and share the same spirit.

Han Muye practiced Confucianism and Taoism, and had a good understanding of many inheritances of Confucianism and Taoism in Zhongzhou.

Relatives hide from each other, officials protect each other, respect teachers and respect Taoism, and order the elders and children in an orderly manner.

The rules of Confucianism and Taoism in Zhongzhou are intertwined with heaven and human feelings.

Perhaps this is the essence of Confucianism and Taoism controlled by Wen Mosheng.

Every practitioner, every imperial official, he must first be a human being.

Human beings are human.

When the true nature does not exist, and the path of spiritual practice is renounced, it is not suitable for ruling the mundane world.

Compared to those cultivators who regard mortals as ants, Confucianism and Taoism have done a very good job.

Han Muye couldn't think of any other way to replace the imperial rule of Zhongzhou Confucianism and Taoism.

"Young Master Muye, don't listen to his nonsense." Xiao Chu glanced behind him, then lowered his voice: "Miss does not want to stay in the imperial city, my Xiao family is a martial artist, and although they have a good relationship with their Confucian and Taoist family, they are not the same. source."

"The matter of marriage, that is to say, it can't be true."

Han Muye smiled and nodded.

Whether it's true or not has nothing to do with him.

It is Gao Changgong's pressure to be even greater.

Han Muye was delighted to see Gao Changgong collapse.

Before Zhennan Pass, there are many teams waiting to enter the pass.

Fortunately, the city gate is spacious enough for dozens of caravans in parallel.

At the door, suddenly there was a noisy quarrel ahead.

"Why don't you let him in?"

"He is a tiger clan, but he is also my husband, so I will bring him in."

Looking up, it was a young girl in a gray robe, and there was a tall tiger youth beside her.

Mu Wan just turned her head and looked at Han Muye.

These two people are exactly the Cuicui and Shao Datian that I saw on Shaoyuanling before.

Unexpectedly, they finally chose to elope.

The soldier guarding the door was not bad, and explained a few words aloud.

It probably means that Shao Datian has no identity certificate and no guarantee, and is not allowed to enter Zhongzhou.

As for Cui Cui, it is possible.

After all, Cuicui is a human race.

"Cuicui, why don't you go to Zhongzhou." Shao Datian looked up at Guanqiang and scratched his head: "I'll climb over the wall at night."

His words made many people around him laugh out loud.

You said climbing the wall in front of the soldiers guarding the city gate. Is this a deliberate provocation?

"Hmph, there is a formation on the city wall, the last one climbed up, and he hasn't come down yet." The soldier in iron armor snorted coldly.

Shao Datian turned his head to look, but saw no one hanging on the wall.

Cuicui tugged at his sleeve: "Don't look at it, you'll be smashed to pieces. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

This made Shao Datian tremble.

Cuicui looked around, her eyes fell on Han Muye's caravan, and there was a hint of joy on her face.

Holding Shao Datian, the two squeezed in front of Xiao Chuma.

"You were the caravan that came to my Shaoyuanling yesterday?"

"I'm Zhou Pu's granddaughter, my name is Cuicui."

The girl was generous, but Shao Datian was a little nervous.

Xiao Chu nodded and said, "Are you going to enter Zhongzhou?"

"Yes, yes, we want to enter Zhongzhou and go to our relatives." Cuicui grabbed Shao Datian's sleeve and shook it.

"Relative, yes, relative." Shao Datian didn't dare to look up.

Xiao Chu frowned.

He is an old man, and of course he sees the tricks of Cuicui and Shao Datian.

Shaoyuanling is also a place for their Xiao family caravan to supply elixir, and it is best to pass the news of Cuicui and Shao Datian to the past.

I believe that Zhou Park will be grateful to him that week.

"Are you really going to Zhongzhou?" At this moment, Mu Wan suddenly said.

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