Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Sure enough, no matter how good the comprehension is, not everything can be achieved.

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For example, cleaning, such as repairing wooden shelves.

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Han Muye put the quilt down in front of the table, put down some food, and paced upstairs.

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He plans to ask Zeng Daniel to clean up the second floor tomorrow.

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Just when Zeng Daniu turned his head and was about to bow down to salute, Han Muye had already gone upstairs.

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The fragrant hot food on the table and the brand-new bedding made Zeng Daniel a little overwhelmed.

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He stepped forward, wiped his hands vigorously, and then carefully touched the quilt.

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He had never slept on such a soft quilt, whether it was a water village or a small canoe.

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The only quilt in the family that can keep warm is the one my mother-in-law sleeps with her ten-month-old baby.

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"Is this what it means to be the servant of Daxian?" Zeng Daniu's eyes shone brightly.

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At this time, on another island more than 3,000 miles away from Firefly Island, on the first floor of a seven-story red octagonal building, a middle-aged man wearing a blood-colored robe handed a scroll and a small jade box to the black clothes in front of him. youth.

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"These are three hundred spirit beads. Within ten days, take this person's head back."

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The young man in black nodded, took the jade box, unfolded the scroll, and saw the appearance of a young swordsman in a white robe.

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"The sword cultivator of the three hundred spirit beads is always in charge of being generous this time." The young man grinned, put away the scroll, turned around and left.

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Seeing him leave, Manager Chang had his hands behind his back, turned his head upstairs, and muttered as he walked, "Thirty thousand spirit beads kill a sword cultivator, I'll kill someone in the building, do I have to be so troublesome?"

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On the second day, Zeng Daniu cleaned all parts of the store, and the craftsmen who came to repair the wooden frames of the doors and windows also came and trimmed the magnolia tree, and the light on the second floor was much better.

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Standing in front of the window, you can watch the pedestrians on the street.

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In the afternoon, Han Muye took a spiritual stone and gave it to Zeng Daniu.

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He himself doesn't need to eat food for a long time, he can nourish his body with spiritual temperature and refine his blood.

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Zeng Daniel, a mortal man, had to eat.

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A piece of spiritual stone can be exchanged for a thousand jade shells that are commonly used among mortals on the island, and one can eat a full meal for Zeng Daniel.

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Zeng Daniu was originally reluctant to spend the Lingshi, but Han Muye glared at him, so he carefully exchanged the Lingshi for jade shells, and then bought the cheapest food to bring back.

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Han Muye stood in front of the wooden frame, stretched out his hand to hold a sword, and gently pulled it out.

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Ordinary utensils, because they have not been maintained for a long time, have been somewhat rusted.

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The main island, the climate is humid.

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The spiritual materials used for this sword are not bad, and the crafting methods are also skilled.

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A trace of sword energy penetrated into the body of the sword, and Han Muye saw the process of making the sword.

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"Hongyun casts the sword cottage."

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This is a sword tool produced in a refinery workshop on an island thousands of miles away.

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Not only the Artifact Refining Workshop, the Broken Star Island, but also other places where Danfang and Talismans are drawn, are all one or two masters, leading their own apprentices and disciples, and recruiting some more people to gradually grow bigger.

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The sword qi circulated in the long sword, the sword body that had not been maintained for a long time vibrated, and there were streams of light shining on it.

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Han Muye let go of the hilt of the sword and let this trace of sword energy circulate in the body of the sword.

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Now he has no shortage of sword qi. This sword qi is directly poured into the long sword, so that the long sword can be restored to its original state, even more delicate and sharp.

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There were only three long and short swords on the wooden frame, and Han Muye had already checked them out.

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There are three of them with some stories, but they are the Sabre Sword of the Broken Star Island.

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How did this sword come to be, and where is the owner of the sword, one can imagine.

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From these sabres, Han Muye also learned a lot of secrets on Fragment Star Island.

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Or in other words, the rules of Broken Star Island.

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Fragment Star Island is a place for free trade, where major forces establish a station and trade with Endless Heavenly Venerate.

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The Endless Heavenly Venerate is the master of the Endless Sea.

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Han Muye never thought that the endless sea that can dissolve the power of karma and karma, and destroy countless star worlds, actually has a master.

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How strong is this Endless Heavenly Venerate?

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Trading on Broken Star Island is protected, and no one dares to disobey the trading rules.

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But once outside the scope of the island, in the dark endless sea, then life and death depend on one's own strength.

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Of course, the rules on Broken Star Island are also obvious.

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For example, some forces that take over the dirty work and the black work are still living a very nourishing life.

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After putting the sword back, Han Muye took out some long swords from his collection and put them on the wooden stand.

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Yujing Sword Shop is about to reopen, so there should be more swords.

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The swords that Han Muye took were not very high-end, they were about the same level as the swords that Zhao Yujing took away.

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There are three high-grade spirit tools, five middle-grade spirit tools, and a total of more than a dozen low-grade spirit tools and half-spirit tools.

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With these swords, the sword shop can be considered open.

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When the swords were placed, the appearance of the shop suddenly changed.

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A faint and fierce breath permeated the first floor of the store.

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Zeng Daniu, who came back from buying food, shivered as soon as he entered the store.

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Han Muye turned his head to look, pondered for a moment, went up to the second floor, took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, wrote some words, and drew a few splashes of ink.

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These calligraphy and paintings are mixed with a little heroic energy and sword energy, and if they are hung in the store, they can suppress the sword energy in the store.

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If the sword pavilion on Jiuxuan Mountain had these, there would be no such thing as sword watchers being eroded by sword energy and their life essence cut off.

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Let Zeng Daniu look at the shop, and Han Muye went to Jia Wu's shop next door.

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Jia Wu's shop specializes in all kinds of utensils made from fish bones and scales.

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There are short swords made of fish bones, as well as long whips and long spears.

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Armor made of fish scales, and various small objects.

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Fishbone weapons are not too strong, only three or two of them are spiritual weapons, most of them are ordinary or semi-spiritual weapons.

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Maybe the real treasure, Jia Wu doesn't put it on the bright side.

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Not to mention, when Han Muye came, he saw that there were many people in the shop choosing, and Jia Wu was looking at the fish bones sent by an old man in a short shirt.

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Seeing Han Muye coming, Jia Wu stepped forward to greet him.

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Han Muye asked where there were mounted calligraphy and paintings.

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Jia Wu thought about it for a moment, then smiled and said, "You can turn around the furniture shop on the corner of the street to mount it, but on the Broken Star Island, there are not many practitioners who have turned to Confucianism and Taoism."

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The rules on Broken Star Island are somewhat inconsistent with Confucianism and Taoism, which are self-cultivation, quiet and inaction. Even if there are practitioners of Confucianism and Taoism who come here, most of them will not stay for too long.

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Seeing that Han Muye had a scroll of calligraphy and painting under his arm, Jia Wu smiled and said, "When Brother Zhao was in the store, I asked him to dress up the store, so that it wouldn't make people feel close to him."

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"With your style of doing things, your business will definitely be better than his."

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Han Muye smiled and nodded.

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Jiange disciples actually don't care whether the business is good or not.

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After all, they were mainly collecting swords, keeping what they needed and storing them in the sword pavilion.

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Good things won't sell anyway, so how can they be good business?

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In the business of Pingjian, there are not many people who really come to the door.

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"Manager Han, you are the first time here. We will discuss a small banquet for you tonight in the restaurant on Qian Street."

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Jia Wu smiled and looked at Han Muye: "They are all neighbors in the neighborhood. If you live in the future, you will inevitably lower your head and not look up to see you."

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This is true.

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"Okay, I will definitely be there tonight." Han Muye handed over and walked out of Jia Wu's shop.

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After sending those calligraphy and paintings to the furniture shop, explaining how to mount them, and leaving a deposit for a spiritual stone, Han Muye returned to the sword shop.

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If these calligraphy and paintings were in Tianxuan Imperial City, they would be worth at least several million spiritual stones.

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On this Fragmented Star Island, a single spiritual stone can be fully mounted.

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The owner of the furniture store looked at a few splashes of ink, and recommended Han Muye the decorative scrolls for sale in the store.

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Not to mention, those scrolls looked much more festive than Han Muye's splashing ink.

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"Treasurer, there were two customers who wanted to buy swords just now. After reading it, they asked the price. I don't know. Tell them to wait for you to come back."

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When Han Muye returned to his sword shop, Zeng Daniel hurried up to meet him and spoke carefully.

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When he came up, he messed up the business, and he felt uneasy in his heart.

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Hearing his words, Han Muye waved his hand and said, "Someone will come later, if I'm not here, you can ask him to leave a famous post.

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Anyway, he is not serious about the business of selling swords, whether he likes to buy it or not.

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Thinking of this, he took the paper roll to the side of the wooden frame again, and put a label next to each sword.

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It briefly introduces the quality, characteristics, and price of swords.

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Anyway, he didn't really want to sell them. He added 30% of the price of these swords to the price of jade swords.

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A mortal tool is ten thousand spirit stones.

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A few half-spirit swords, he listed the price of fifty thousand spirit stones.

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A top-grade spirit tool, each handle is 800,000 spirit stones.

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Zeng Daniel was illiterate, so Han Muye would roughly talk about the prices of these swords.

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If someone really wants to buy it, they will collect the spirit stones according to the price.

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The numbers of tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of spirit stones made Zeng Daniel's eyes widen.

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His legs were trembling.

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No matter how big the wind and waves, no matter how cold the weather, he has never been so nervous.

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These swords, which I thought were not very valuable, were actually so precious?

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Thinking that he almost offered three or five spirit stones to sell the sword just now, he had a cold sweat on his back.

Han Muye went out at night and had a drink with Jia Wu and others at the restaurant on Qian Street.

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Broken Star Island has seafood and good wine.

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Han Muye's knowledgeable words made the shop owners and shopkeepers who came to the party couldn't help but take a few glances.

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In particular, he seemed to be involved in the Tao of Pills and the Tao of Refining Items, which made the two shopkeepers who opened the Pill Medicine Shop and the Item Refining Shop admire them with admiration.

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After a banquet, several shopkeepers dragged Han Muye to invite him to chat alone.

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Han Muye agreed one by one, and then took advantage of the night to return to his store.

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It was already midnight, and there were not many people on the front street.

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Not far from Yujingjianpu, you can see Zeng Daniu sitting on the stone steps in front of the shop, with the shop door ajar.

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"Fellow Daoist, you walked with me halfway down the street, do you want to accompany me to the store?"

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Standing in the avenue, Han Muye suddenly spoke softly.

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Hearing his words, the young man in black just three feet away behind him didn't change his expression, and said lightly, "I'm just curious, a sword cultivator would open a shabby shop here."

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"However, what I like to kill the most is Jian Xiu."

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"Because, I am too—"

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The young man's words were not broken, and a light and slender sword in his hand had stabbed directly into Han Muye's back.

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At a distance of three feet, it only took an instant when the sword came out to the point where the long sword approached Han Muye's back three feet.

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But these three feet seem like the end of the world.

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The young man's eyes widened as he stared at his sword, which went forward for ten feet after ten feet, but he couldn't pierce Han Muye's back three feet.

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"This, this, the power of space?"

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The young man's face was pale, and he firmly grasped the hilt of the sword and pressed forward fiercely.

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"when-"

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A long sword slashed out of nowhere, took the sword out of his hand.

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Han Muye turned around and grabbed the long sword, infused with spiritual energy and sword energy.

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A picture flashed in my mind.

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"The person who killed the building?"

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The youth who lost the long sword turned pale, watching the halo of the long sword in Han Muye's hands, stared at him and dared not speak.

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Yijian picked his own sword, the rules of the building that killed him, he had to fight to the death.

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But for such a great sword cultivator, even if he rushes to the death, it doesn't have any effect, right?

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Such a strong person can be killed with three hundred spirit beads?

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Han Muye saw the young man's origin from the rapier, and also saw how the murderous building trained the killer, and also saw that someone offered to buy his own life.

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It's only been two days since I came to Broken Star Island, and the only ones who offend are Zhu Shishi and Zuo Tianya.

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"How much is my life worth?"

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Han Muye looked at the young man with some playfulness.

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The young man's name is Shao Tianyi, and he can be regarded as the elite of their generation in the deadly building.

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The steward entrusted him with the task, which is regarded as a serious consideration.

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"Three, three hundred spirit beads..." As Shao Tianyi said, he took out the jade box he was carrying with him.

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Han Muye smiled.

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Really cut.

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The life of a great swordsman like yourself is only worth three hundred spirit beads?

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But think about it, maybe there are middlemen who made the difference.

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Thinking of the time when he was concocting alchemy on Jiuxuan Mountain in the western border, the sect earned the price difference, Han Muye looked at Shao Tianyi with some sympathy.

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is also exploited.

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"Give me a reason not to kill you." Han Muye pointed the rapier slowly forward.

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A chilling air instantly enveloped Shao Tianyi.

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Shao Tianyi's arms trembled and he gritted his teeth.

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Whether it is to save your life or lose your life depends on what you are saying now.

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Those who do this dirty business are caught and killed on the spot, and no one will take care of them.

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Even the Deadly Building will not send anyone to collect the corpse, nor will it send anyone to take revenge.

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Who would waste energy for the dead?

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For such great sword cultivators, his own death was nothing more than crushing an ant.

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To not die...

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"Me, if I don't die, no one else will come to kill you in the life-threatening building."

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Shao Tianyi stared at Han Muye, gritted his teeth and opened his mouth.

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He is gambling.

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I bet Han Muye, a big sword cultivator like him, came to this little Firefly Island to open a shop, and he didn't want to be troubled.

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The Death Tower is one of the fifteenth floors of the Three Palaces and Seven Pavilions. Today Shao Tianyi died, and other killers will come later.

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He Shao Tianyi is not dead, this task is hanging, at least a year and a half, no one else will come.

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The sword intent in Han Muye's hand was solid, as if it was about to penetrate Shao Tianyi's heart.

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This cold power made Shao Tianyi's hands and feet numb.

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He closed his eyes slightly, waiting for the long sword to pierce his body.

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When you complete the task by yourself and fight with your companions, is it always like this every time?

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"Curachi—"

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The subtle sound of the long sword returning to its sheath came.

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Shao Tianyi felt his arm tremble, and when he looked again, Han Muye threw his thin sword back into the scabbard.

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Watching Han Muye turn around and walk back to Yujingjianpu, Shao Tianyi breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead.

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It turned out that I was also afraid of death...

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He looked up at Yujingjianpu, with a smile on his face, he walked over slowly.

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When Zeng Daniel was about to close the door, Shao Tian held the door one by one.

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"It's closed today, I want to buy a sword—" Before Zeng Daniu finished speaking, Shao Tianyi said softly, "Brother, I'm the new recruit from the shopkeeper."

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New guy?

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This slap-sized shop needs two guys?

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Zeng Daniel remembered that he had made a business out of business, he was illiterate, he had never seen the world, and he was not yet a practitioner, so his heart was numb for a while.

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Could it be that this errand is going to be lost?

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When he was awake, Shao Tianyi had already crowded into the store and closed the door.

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"Brother, my name is Shao Tianyi. From now on, let's work together."

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Looking around, his eyes fell on the bedding just laid, and Shao Tianyi said.

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Zeng Daniu scratched his head and muttered, "Don't think I'm snoring..."

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On the second floor of the sword shop, Han Muye withdrew his spiritual sense, raised his hand and laid down a golden formation plate, and then practiced cross-legged.

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This Shao Tianyi was a bit shrewd, he knew that he would stay in his shop and not give him the chance to send someone from the deadly building.

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The golden light enveloped the array, and Han Muye's vigorous spiritual energy surged.

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He is now not far from the realm of heaven, but the accumulation before the realm of heaven is still not strong enough.

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Lu Yang had suppressed his cultivation for a hundred years. When he broke through, he entered the ninth level of Nascent Soul.

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It was Qian Yiming, who suppressed his cultivation and soared into the sky.

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It's a pity that Han Muye didn't have much time to suppress the accumulation after a hundred years of Taoism.

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But he can try his best to make his resources richer.

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The spiritual light circulated, and the pills around him turned into nothingness.

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These are pills of at least Grade 6, and they are of extremely good quality. One is worth millions of spirit stones.

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A single practice cost nearly ten million spirit stones. Only Han Muye could do such extravagant things.

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Zeng Daniel and Shao Tianyi were in charge of the business in the store, and Han Muye just went downstairs to take a look every day, and then he practiced and meditated.

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The aura of Broken Star Island is also considered to be rich, and it contains water aura, which is very suitable for cultivation.

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Zeng Daniu privately asked Shao Tianyi to pass on his practice, but unfortunately Zeng Daniu didn't seem to have the aptitude for practice and could not sense the spiritual energy at all.

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For more than half a month, Yujing Jianpu quietly opened and did three businesses.

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A piece of mortal artifact sold 10,000 spirit stones.

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Two low-grade spirit tools, a bag of spirit beads, and some spirit medicine.

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It is possible to trade things for things on Broken Star Island.

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In the world of practice, many are like this.

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When the third business was completed, Han Muye threw a spiritual bead to Zeng Daniel, and asked him to go home to visit relatives.

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For more than half a month, this guy sometimes hugged Shao Tianyi and called his mother-in-law happily at night.

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Zeng Daniel happily hid the Lingzhu in the corner of his clothes, then hugged some other small things he had saved up to take home, and ran away.

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On the Broken Star Island, one Spirit Orb is worth a thousand Spirit Stones, and this Spirit Orb alone is enough for them all to live a lifetime.

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"Shopkeeper, aren't you afraid that he won't come back again?" Seeing Zeng Daniu running away, Shao Tian turned to look at Han Muye.

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"You can go too."

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Han Muye said lightly.

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Shao Tian squeezed out a smile on his face.

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yourself, dare you?

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In the afternoon, a golden light flashed on the light curtain of the formation in front of Han Muye.

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He put away the array and walked downstairs. Shao Tian stepped forward in a hurry.

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"Shopkeeper, this man was looking at the sword in the shop and asked if he could comment on the sword."

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Shao Tianyi stretched out his finger and pointed at the old man in green robe standing in front of a pair of calligraphy and painting, and said in a low voice.

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At this time, the old man turned his head to look at Han Muye, nodded slightly and smiled.

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"You are the shopkeeper of the sword shop?"

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"Do you sell your calligraphy and painting?"

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