Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

When he returned to Jiange, Huang Laoliu was cleaning up the books on the desktop.

Seeing Han Muye come back, he grinned and placed the two spirit stones on the table.

"Sixth brother is also open today?" Han Muye smiled and stretched out his hand to pick up the two spirit stones.

He now has three high-grade spirit stones on his body, and there is really no low-grade spirit stone left.

"It's a good day, there are two inner disciples leading the sword." Huang Lao Liu said with a smug look on his face.

It is an unspoken rule in the sword pavilion to lead swords and receive filial piety, and those who watch swords divide spirit stones.

As long as you can knock a few pieces, it depends on the swordman's own ability.

Huang Laoliu was able to divide Han Muye two spirit stones, and he had at least five or six spiritual stones in his hand.

"Sixth brother, I want to go down the mountain for a few days." Han Muye put away the spirit stone and said in a low voice.

Downhill?

Huang Laoliu looked at Han Muye, and then a look flashed across his face.

This guy, the speed is good, so I'm going to go down the mountain with that Junior Sister Mu, to achieve good things?

On the mountain, many things are not very convenient.

Just like, double repair that thing.

"Yes, in a few days, if the ancestor asks, I will report it." Huang Laoliu asked with a smile.

"Five or six days." Han Muye calculated, the back and forth were almost the same.

"It's still you young people." Huang Lao Liu glanced at Han Muye's mottled temples, shook his head, and walked back to the quiet room.

Han Muye felt that Huang Lao Liu must have misunderstood something, but he just thought about it and didn't explain it.

He returned to the quiet room, observed those sword intents in the sea of ​​​​qi, and then recalled the body training exercises and swordsmanship he practiced.

Strangely, when he held the Mo Yuan long sword today, there was a sense of resistance in the sword.

Nothing was realized.

I don't know why this is.

Early the next morning, Han Muye put a top-quality cloud qi pill and three high-quality cloud qi pills on the wooden couch in the quiet room, and then left quietly.

If one's lifespan is really exhausted, then these cloud qi pills will be given to Huang Laoliu as an acquaintance.

Walking out of the sword pavilion, he looked towards the east where the fish belly was white, took a deep breath, adjusted the Ziyan sword behind him, and strode towards the front of the mountain gate.

Along the way, from time to time there are outer disciples wearing green clothes and gray robes, and the handyman disciples bowed and saluted.

Because he was wearing the white robe of an inner disciple.

When they arrived at the mountain gate, Mo Yuan had not yet arrived.

On the contrary, many outer disciples and handymen came in and out there.

Listening to their discussion, it seems that there are visitors from outside the sect today, and they are going to set up the square in front of the mountain gate to welcome them.

"Snapped--"

With a crisp sound, a flower pot held by a handyman in a gray robe smashed to pieces.

"Don't you have eyes?" With a low voice, the outer disciple next to the handyman shouted angrily, kicking his foot on the back of the handyman disciple.

The handyman disciple staggered, turned somersaults, and fell to the ground.

The location is not far from Han Muye.

Han Muye, who was too lazy to care about this, lowered his head, saw the appearance of the handyman disciple, a smile flashed on his face, took two steps forward, and stretched out his hand.

"Brother Lu."

The one who fell to the ground was Lu Gao, the handyman who led Han Muye into the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

Lu Gao raised his head and saw Han Muye wearing a white robe slightly stunned. He subconsciously got up, and then bowed and saluted.

Handy disciples have the lowest status in the sect, not to mention the inner disciples in white robes, even the outer disciples can shout to them.

"Lu Gao has seen Senior Brother."

After speaking, Lu Gao quietly raised his head to look at Han Muye.

His eyes fell on Han Muye's face, and he was stunned again: "Han, Brother Han..."

The two were reminiscing about the past, and the surrounding outer sect and handyman disciples also saw it.

Hearing Lu Gao calling out Brother Han Muye, the outer disciple who kicked Lu Gao turned pale.

"Honey, Lu Gao has a brother from the inner door?" A handyman in a gray robe whispered, his face full of envy.

"I haven't heard of it on weekdays, and I don't know what the relationship is." Some people looked at Han Muye and Lu Gao, trying to guess how close they were.

"This handyman disciple actually has an inner disciple as his backer, and Sun Santong is kicking the iron this time." Not far away, among the outer disciples wearing green robes, someone whispered.

"Senior brother, calm down, I didn't mean to kick Brother Lugao, it's really an urgent task." The outer disciple named Sun Santong stepped forward and bowed to Han Muye, sweating profusely explaining.

He wasn't stupid. When Han Muye asked questions or Lu Gao complained, Han Muye would punish himself for the sake of face.

Better to admit wrong.

Han Muye didn't look at him, just looked at Lu Gao and said, "Is there something wrong with Brother Lu's body?"

His attitude surprised Lu Gao.

He knew that Han Muye was a swordsman in the sword pavilion, not a true inner disciple with profound cultivation, but outsiders don't know!

Among the sects, only robes are recognized.

Here today, Han Muye, who is wearing a white robe from the inner door, is very kind to himself. In the future, everyone will look at him highly wherever he goes.

"Nothing, nothing." Lu Gao reached out and patted the dust on his body, then said cheerfully.

Han Muye nodded and turned to see that a car frame had reached the mountain gate. Two outer disciples in green robes followed the frame and strode forward.

The frame stopped, and the two galloping horses snorted and kicked their hooves on the bluestone slab.

"Okay, you don't have to send it." An old voice came from the frame.

It was Mo Yuan.

The two of them looked at each other at the back of the frame, sighed softly, and one of them cupped their hands and said, "Senior brother, this is a long journey, and the journey will be smooth."

Another person also said: "Senior brother, take care."

In the frame, Mo Yuan hummed softly.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes and looked at the frame.

Mo Yuan had been hanging out in the outer door for two hundred years, and when he left, only two people saw him off.

This scene is really bleak.

He took a few steps forward and jumped to sit in front of the frame.

"Thank you for sending me off." Turning his head, he raised his hand and threw out two medicinal pills.

The two Qingpao outer sect disciples were stunned for a moment, and subconsciously caught them.

"hiss--"

"This is, this is a fine cloud Qi Dan!"

The two exclaimed in surprise, then bowed to Han Muye, "Thank you, Senior Brother for the reward."

A high-quality cloud qi pill costs three hundred spirit stones per piece. For the outer disciples, they cannot earn it without eating or drinking for several years.

Han Muye pulled the reins and the frame slowly moved forward.

When he reached Lu Gao's side, he threw the jade bottle with only the last fine Yunqi Pill left.

"Brother Lu, I'll treat you to a drink when I come back."

Lu Gao reached out to catch the jade bottle and clenched his hands tightly.

"Okay, drink, drink..."

The corners of his mouth trembled and his shoulders trembled.

The high-quality Yunqi Dan, this is a windfall for him!

The two outer disciples who were also rewarded over there bowed their hands to Lu Gao: "I am under Luo Cheng, I am under Qin Yi, I don't know the name of my junior brother?"

Lu Gao quickly cupped his hands: "Lu Gao has seen the two brothers."

The two nodded and left with a smile.

This is a nod to the acquaintance.

With this friendship, you might be able to support each other in the future.

All of this comes from one person.

Everyone looks at the frame that goes forward.

A gust of breeze blew up the curtains on the car window, revealing a green robe and a white beard.

"The cyan robe, either the outer door, or the elder, hiss—"

Someone whispered and turned to look at the grinning Lu Gao, even more envious.

Senior Brother Neimen is driving the car, it can only be an elder!

This inner sect senior brother is so close to an elder, walking together!

"Senior Brother Lu, how close we should be in the future!"

"Senior Brother Lu, I'll carry these flowers for you to rest."

"Senior Brother Lu, whether you are thirsty or not, I have the best clear flower dew water here."

...

A group of outer sect disciples and handyman disciples in green robes and gray robes gathered around.

The most earnest among them is the Sun Santong who kicked Lugao before.

While Lu Gao bowed his hands to the crowd in return, he looked up at the distant frame.

"Boy, come to my hometown, how about you pretend to be my disciple?"

In the frame, Mo Yuan suddenly spoke.

"Don't worry, I won't let you pretend to be in vain."

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