Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

"Han, boy Han!"

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

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

"Haha, your 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 have thought of something, grinned, opened a small wooden box, poured out the contents, and then counted them the same.

"Hey, these medicinal pills are returned to you."

"Also, this is the spiritual stone that I collected in the past few days. This share 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 Zhao Pu of the inner sect."

…

Scattered and scattered, there are quite a few.

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'll bury the things and set up a tomb for you."

Huang Laoliu turned his head and said solemnly.

Clothes Tomb…

Han Mu's wild face twitched.

"Han Muye, come and see 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 Jiange elder.

Huang Laoliu and Han Muye looked at each other.

Huang Laoliu winked at the stairs.

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

On the second floor, he glanced at the wooden racks where the long swords were placed, 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, the surrounding windows are open, and the light is translucent.

The elder Jiange in a white robe sat cross-legged in front, with a dark scabbard long sword on the long table behind him.

"Disciple Han Muye, meet the elders of Jiange."

Han Muye bowed and clasped his fists in salute.

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

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

Han Muye knew that the matter of his Shou Yuan would inevitably be asked, and he was already thinking about it along the way.

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

The swordsman in the sword pavilion cannot escape this hurdle.

"Back to the elder's words, this time I will go back to my hometown with Mo Yuan, the first person from the outer sect. With his guidance, I will dissipate my sword qi. Within three or two years, there will be no danger of Shou Yuan." Han Muye replied in a loud voice.

"Dissipate the sword qi?" The elder of the sword pavilion fixed his gaze on Han Muye, then nodded.

At this time, Han Mu's wild energy sea contained only solid sword intent, and outsiders could not perceive the escaping sword energy.

Even the elders like Elder Jiange did not notice the abnormality.

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

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

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

Isn't this old guy very indifferent to his own life?

But he still answered truthfully: "Back to the elders, I am going to double cultivation of the spiritual body, and strive to train the physical body to be able to withstand the attack of sword energy."

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

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

"If you can't get past the level of sword qi entering your body, then your predestination is exhausted."

"Since you have survived, then you have a relationship with Jiange."

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

See you after closing the cabinet?

Han Muye instantly thought of the matter of Patriarch Bodhi's teaching grandson monkey the seventy-two transformations.

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

"The disciple understands."

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

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

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

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

Han Muye had never seen this sword, but he had 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, is there anything involved?

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 warm up the sword energy, isn't he fragrant?

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

"Sixth brother, Elder Jiange, he—"

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

After speaking, he grinned, patted Han Muye's shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Kid Han, I have been in the sword pavilion for seven years, and in three years, I will be a deacon of the sect."

Hearing his words, Han Muye also chuckled lightly.

I worry a lot about myself. The elder Jiange said that everyone has their own fate.

Huang Laoliu also has his own fate.

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

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

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

Han Muye stretched out his hand to take the gourd. UU reading www.uukanshu.com lifted the stopper and sniffed it.

Spicy and mellow.

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

"Hi—"

"Happy..."

He wanted to take another sip, but Huang Laoliu had already grabbed the gourd, took a sip by himself, and then stuffed it in distress.

"My wine is precious."

Han Muye smiled and shook his head, opened the wooden box, took out the medicine pill, 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 in his hand, Huang Laoliu, who was holding the jade bottle in his hand, hadn't recovered.

He looked at the medicine pill in his hand, and then looked at the quiet room over there.

As if thinking of something, he took out a few spirit stones from his pocket.

Rubbing the spirit stone with his palm, a complicated expression appeared on his face.

"Stinky boy, it turns out that you are the real tyrant..."

"Yes, from now on, I, Huang Laoliu, will also have golden thighs to hug."

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

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

Five spirit stones, these are the oil and water that Huang Laoliu scraped from the disciples leading the sword in the past few days.

When Han Muye left Qingmu Town, he left two high-grade spirit stones to Mo Yuan.

He, who can refine the best pill, no longer has to worry about spirit stones.

However, he still accepted the five spirit stones. After all, it was Huang Laoliu's will.

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

"Mingyuan bone, turning marrow fruit?"

Han Muye was slightly taken aback.