Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

This person is Era!

The Eighth Outer Sect, the era of disappearance for a year.

He did not hide outside the Nine Profound Sword Gate, but instead came to the Sword Pavilion?

Also, he was wearing an inner shirt.

Taking a deep breath, Han Muye stepped forward with an expressionless face and raised his hand to catch the long sword.

The long sword was cold in hand, and there seemed to be a trace of evil spirit on it.

This sword has killed people recently.

Holding the hilt of the sword, Han Muye exerted a little force.

"Kuraga-"

The long sword was unsheathed, and the cold suddenly appeared.

"I received a sword from an inner disciple today, and the blade is not damaged."

Returning the long sword to its sheath, holding it in both hands, turned around and walked towards the wooden frame of the sword pavilion.

His hand rested lightly on the hilt of the sword.

"Om-"

One after another picture flashed in his mind, and a tyrannical aura rushed towards his mind, making him pale.

In that picture, the Ji Yuan Jianfeng holding a long sword swayed, and the sharp sword light swept across, bringing up patches of blood mist.

Nine Profound Sword Sect disciple!

The people who were beheaded in that picture were Wu Teng, a disciple of the original Fire Vessel, and others.

The murderer who killed Wu Teng and the others was really the Era!

In the sea of ​​​​qi, the dark red sword intent surged, as if to rush out directly, killing the era standing at the door with a sword.

Only Han Muye suppressed it.

He calmly put the long sword on the wooden stand, then turned around to the long desk and picked up the ink pen.

"The name of the person who sent the sword, which line of cultivation."

His words stunned Ji Yuan who was standing at the door, and said, "Is there a procedure for sending swords? Why don't I know?"

Han Muye held a pen in one hand and looked up at him: "Have you given it before?"

Ji Yuan's face stiffened, he shook his head and said, "No."

After speaking, he said in a low voice, "My name is Zhu Guangsheng, and I practice under the door of Elder Qin Lin of Mumai."

Han Muye took notes, then nodded and said, "It's done."

Zhu Guangsheng turned around and left.

"Zhu Guangsheng, Qin Lin..." Han Muye watched him leave his back and put down the ink pen gently.

In his mind, a tyrannical aura continued to spread, as if to control his entire being.

"Humph."

With a low hum, the sword intent in his anger shook.

The tyrannical aura in his mind was instantly smashed into pieces and turned into nothingness.

"It turns out that no one remembers why the sword was here last time, because the sword has this breath, which can eliminate the memory of the sword watcher."

"Even, the sword watcher who took the sword was killed by this breath."

There was a deep spiritual light in his eyes, and Han Muye's complexion sank.

As a sword watcher, he has a sense of empathy.

He wants revenge.

Su Yang, how did you die?

Do you want to report this to the elders?

Yes, but not good.

He couldn't explain where his judgments came from.

Direct shot to kill Zhu Guangsheng?

not good too.

Sometimes killing is not the best solution to a problem.

What is the purpose of this Zhu Guangsheng, or in other words, Ji Yuan sent the sword back?

Perhaps, breaking the game is in the sword pavilion!

Han Muye turned to look at the long wooden frame.

Those long swords also seemed to vibrate slightly, resonating with his eyes.

...

Beside the gate of Jiange, there were several dishes on a small wooden table, Han Muye, Huang Laoliu, and Lu Gao were sitting around.

Lu Gao couldn't bear the erosion of sword energy, so he could only eat by the door.

Han Muye thought about his thoughts and did not speak.

Huang Laoliu went out to relax, but when he came back, he was completely absent-minded.

Suddenly, the atmosphere was a little dull.

"Sixth brother, today's meat is mushy, I specially picked it." Lu Gao pointed to the big meat on the plate with his chopsticks, and whispered in a pleasing voice.

"I, Huang Zhenxiong, can't even eat a piece of meat? Want you to choose?"

Huang Laoliu snapped the bamboo chopsticks on the table, then stood up and went straight back to the quiet room.

Lu Gao opened his mouth and looked at Han Muye with a bitter face.

Han Muye shook his head and said, "Don't worry about him."

In the afternoon, Han Muye huddled in a quiet room and refined a few furnaces of cloud qi pills.

Using sword qi to refine pills, every cloud qi pill obtained is of the highest quality.

And each furnace can harvest five pills.

Perhaps it was because of his cultivation that he had reached the realm of cultivating Yuan Yuan, or perhaps it was because he had made progress in physical training. Han Muye didn't feel tired at all after refining pills in the afternoon.

When the sun went down, Lu Gao closed the door of the sword pavilion, and Han Muye came out of the quiet room and saw Huang Lao Liu, who was full of alcohol.

Huang Laoliu only drinks before going to bed on weekdays, and rarely drinks during the day.

"Sixth brother, what happened today?"

Han Muye frowned and looked at Huang Lao Liu.

Huang Laoliu has a good temperament. Although he is a bit squeamish, he has nothing to say to himself.

Huang Laoliu raised his head, his yellow eyes looked at Han Muye, then shook his head and said, "Hey, boy Han, how can you understand the bitterness in Brother Liu's heart..."

Peach blossoms constantly?

Little white face?

In Huang Laoliu's heart, is he like this?

Han Muye wanted to refute, but he thought about Mu Wan, asked Lu Gao to speak, Bai Suzhen who asked himself why he didn't go, and Qiao Qinger who came to Jiange to apologize only yesterday.

Is it true that you are more female than Huang Laoliu?

Han Muye coughed lightly: "Cough, Brother Six, you didn't mean the mountain, there are three spiritual stones..."

It seems that Huang Laoliu has been holding back for a long time recently, and his heart is burning.

Gotta vent.

"Boy Han, sixth brother, I am in your eyes, is that kind of person?" Huang Laoliu stared.

"No, no." Han Muye hurriedly said with a smile.

Huang Laoliu shook his head, raised his hand to touch the wine gourd, grabbed it and shook it, empty.

He sighed, and then whispered, "Kid Han, do you believe in fate?"

fate?

I believe in fate.

Han Muye wanted to shake his head, but suddenly his heart moved, with a sincere expression on his face: "I believe it."

A good gossip listener must be proficient in cooperating.

Sure enough, Huang Laoliu immediately felt a sense of finding a confidant, and reached out and patted Han Muye's shoulder.

"I believe it too."

"Today, I saw her..."

she?

Han Muye's eyes lit up, and he was not sleepy at all.

After finding the person to talk to, Huang Laoliu is no longer depressed.

It turned out that his hometown was in a small town thousands of miles away from Jiuxuan Jianmen.

More than ten years ago, a group of young people went to the practice sect to learn from the teacher.

Among them, there are men and women.

The story is bloody.

Huang Laoliu fell in love with one of the women at first sight.

It's just this emotion that naturally can only be pressed in the bottom of my heart.

They visited several sects together. There were originally seven or eight people, some stayed in the sect of cultivation, and some returned to their hometowns.

The woman stayed in the sect, and Huang Laoliu was the one who wanted to return to her hometown.

"So, Brother Six, you said that you want to become Heaven Realm for this, er, Sister Six?" Han Muye approached and asked in a low voice.

Hearing him say Sister Six, Huang Laoliu's face was already blushing, and he added another red cloud.

This guy is also shy.

"I said it at the time, I want her to see, I will become a heaven."

Huang Lao Liu murmured in his mouth.

Speaking of this, his shoulders trembled slightly, then he looked at Han Muye and lowered his voice, "Kid Han, today, I saw Pingmei."

"It's just that she doesn't recognize me anymore..."

Dejectedly leaning back on the big chair, Huang Laoliu didn't seem to be angry.

see?

Did you see a person who joined other sects more than ten years ago in the Nine Profound Sword Sect?

Han Muye's heart moved, and he said, "They are here to attend the party, right? What sect is the sixth sister-in-law?"

"Qingfengguan, now Pingmei is an inner disciple of Qingfengguan."

"Hey, she's already an inner disciple, and I'm still an unknown sword watcher. It's okay if I don't know me..." Huang Laoliu sighed again.

Breeze view.

Han Muye had seen this name from Qin Yuanhe's memory of Saber.

This sect has already taken refuge in the Tailing Sword Sect.

Han Muye's eyes narrowed slightly.