Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Living outside by the water, on the mountain road, Mu Wan lowered her head.

"Senior brother, I, I will try to find a way to help you find the medicine to increase your lifespan."

It is so hard to find pills that increase Shouyuan, it is completely impossible to find.

When Mu Wan said such words, she had no confidence in her heart.

Han Muye chuckled lightly, turned his head to look at her and said, "Junior sister, don't worry, it's just the loss of life essence, nothing major."

Mu Wan's alchemy cultivation base naturally can't see how much life essence he has left.

Nodding her head, Mu Wan said softly, "Brother, you go back to Jiange, I'm back to Pill Hall."

Han Muye saw that it was getting dark, nodded and said, "Okay, I will go to the Pill Hall when I have time. If you need me to help you understand anything, you can also come to the Sword Pavilion to find me."

This little girl will look even better if she grows up.

What's more, she's a good-natured little rich woman.

Huang Laoliu's encouragement is also justified.

The two left along the mountain road, and after a while, Mu Wan returned to the intersection with a sad face.

She looked at the direction Han Muye was leaving, then turned her head towards the waterfront residence.

After a while, the pale Mu Wan turned around again.

"Senior Brother Han, there are only six or seven days left to live..."

She whispered in her mouth, frowned, clenched her fists, and strode forward.

...

Han Muye did not return to the sword pavilion.

With his body-refining power, he was like the wind, leaping several meters in one step, but after a quarter of an hour, he had already arrived at the clear stream where the disciples of the outer sect lived.

Looking at the wooden house in front of him, taking a deep breath, Han Muye strode over.

The owner of the wooden house seemed to have sensed it and pushed open the door.

Mo Yuan.

The first person outside the door.

"Yesterday they said someone was looking for me, and I guessed it was you."

Mo Yuan laughed, raised his hand to signal, then turned around and walked back to the wooden house with some staggering steps.

Han Muye walked into the wooden house and saw that it was simply furnished, not even some necessities.

Mo Yuan sat in front of a small wooden table, raised his head and said, "If you arrive a day or two late, I'm afraid you won't be able to find me."

What's the meaning?

Han Muye sat cross-legged across from Mo Yuan and whispered, "Why?"

Mo Yuan's face was lonely and relieved: "Hehe, my wish is over, why are you still staying here?"

Speaking of this, he looked at Han Muye, and there was a gleam in his turbid eyes.

I have made my wish, has Wanjian Guizong passed it on to me?

Han Muye had a hint of enlightenment in his heart.

Mo Yuan stayed at Jiuxuan Jianmen because he wanted to pass on the Wanjian Guizong that he created all his life.

Now that he has learned Wanjian Guizong, his wish has been fulfilled, and he is ready to leave Jiuxuanjianmen, either to go into seclusion or to return to his hometown.

Mo Yuan raised his head and said with a smile, "You, but do you have any questions about practicing Wanjian Guizong?"

Han Muye pondered for a moment, then whispered, "Senior, I don't know how you can solve the problem of sword energy entering the body?"

Hearing Han Muye's words, Mo Yuan touched his hand with joy on his face: "I knew you were born to practice swordsmanship."

"It's only been so long, you've found the secret of the ten thousand swords returning to the sect!"

A hint of sigh flashed on his face, and Mo Yuan seemed to fall into memory: "At that time, I was determined to create a thousand swords and return to the ancestors, and there was no progress in ten years."

"Later, I went to ask to see the elder of the sword pavilion, who had very few longevity because of the envoy Jiuxuanjian, and he told me—"

Having said that, Mo Yuan raised his hand and took out a simple and simple long sword, and placed it on the table in front of him.

"Kuraga-"

The long sword was unsheathed, as clear as water.

"Wipe your saber every day and keep your sword spirit for ten years."

"When the first strand of sword energy entered the body..."

Mo Yuan suddenly grinned, leaned his body forward, and gently put the long sword into the scabbard, as if he didn't want to say something that was heard by the long sword.

"Have you done double cultivation?"

The corners of the old man's eyes were all wretched.

Han Muye nodded, he had experienced what Mo Yuan said.

Seeing him nodding, Mo Yuan's face was even more wretched, he waved his hand and said, "Yes, that's the feeling, you have tasted it once, then..."

"I know the taste of sword energy entering the body." Han Muye said in a low voice.

"Haha, that's good, then—what!" Mo Yuan, who was laughing, overturned the wooden table in front of him, and didn't care when his sword fell to the ground.

He jumped in front of Han Muye and grabbed Han Muye's arm.

"Sword Qi enters the body, sword Qi enters the body..."

His palm moved forward inch by inch on Han Muye's arm, groping, and his face was pale.

"You are too impatient, too impatient, three years, three years to condense the first ray of sword qi, then the body and bones are adapted to the sword qi, it is the best time."

"If you do this, you will damage your vitality, and your life will be consumed by sword energy..."

"Hey, it's all my fault, it's all my fault that I didn't tell you the taboos of cultivation." Mo Yuan's face was full of self-blame.

"I am a swordsman from the sword pavilion. This sword energy penetrates into the body and has nothing to do with the practice of Wanjian Guizong." Looking at the old man's expression, Han Muye said softly.

"Swordsman?" Mo Yuan was stunned.

He slowly sat back to his seat and whispered: "Yes, sword watchers, sword watchers are the easiest to obtain sword energy, why didn't I expect..."

Speaking of this, he paused and looked at Han Muye, "How long do you think your vitality can last?"

How long can it last.

Han Muye sighed inwardly, if he could endure for a long time, he wouldn't come to look for Mo Yuan, an old man who was dying, to ask for elixir.

Seeing that Han Muye was silent, Mo Yuan nodded and said, "I understand."

He fumbled, took out a small wooden box, and then opened it, there was a small jade bottle in it.

"Boy, I have an elixir, which can help you increase your lifespan a little."

He casually handed the medicinal pill to Han Muye.

Looking at the medicinal pill in front of him, Han Muye was silent again.

This pill is worth 30,000 spirit stones.

There are 30,000 spirit stones, which can do many things.

For an outer disciple like Mo Yuan, 30,000 spirit stones should be a lifetime savings.

Moreover, this pill was given to him by Mo Yuan.

His own lifespan should be exhausted.

"Senior, this medicinal pill is precious and useful to you," Han Muye said in a low voice.

Originally, he was going to come to Xun Mo Yuan to buy this medicine pill.

But seeing Mo Yuan and seeing him packing everything, Han Muye already understood.

Mo Yuan's lifespan is about to expire, and he wants to take advantage of the last time to leave the sect.

Now, Mo Yuan sent the medicinal pill to Han Muye, but he couldn't bear to ask for it again.

He wants the medicine pill to prolong his life, so why not Mo Yuan?

"Haha, what's the difference between my old bones and this pill?" Mo Yuan shook his head and looked at Han Muye.

"This pill is not given to you for nothing."

"You promise me two conditions."

Saying that, he raised his hand: "First, accompany me down the mountain tomorrow and visit my hometown."

"Second, if it is, in the future, don't let Wanjian return to the sect to cut off the inheritance."

What Mo Yuan meant was that if one day Han Muye's lifespan expired, he must pass the Wanjian Guizong on, and he couldn't just cut off the inheritance.

It's just that he didn't say it so clearly.

"If I don't come, are you planning to go back to your hometown alone?" Han Muye looked at Mo Yuan.

"When I came here, there were seven or eight friends, and I was the only one left after two hundred years..." Mo Yuan nodded.

Cultivation is like this, for a hundred years, the old people wither.

"Then, I wonder if Senior's hometown is far away?" Han Muye asked in a low voice.

He wanted to give Mo Yuan a ride, but he didn't want to leave Jiange for too long.

"Haha, it's not far, thousands of miles down the mountain, it takes only four or five days to go back and forth in a sect's carriage." Mo Yuan looked at Han Muye with a hint of hope in his eyes.

"Okay, tomorrow, I will wait for senior at the mountain gate." Han Muye bowed, then bent over, picked up Mo Yuan's long sword, placed it on the wooden table, and then turned to leave.

Watching him leave the back, and looking at the medicinal pills still on the table, Mo Yuan's face showed a hint of relief.

Thanks for reading, let's go together!

Uh, it's that rush, not the meaning of that rush.