Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

rule.

Han Muye nodded.

Under the strong emotional impact of the reunion of first love, Huang Laoliu still knows to keep the rules of the sword pavilion, and it seems that he has not been carried away by love.

And rescue.

"Brother Zhenxiong has already told me that the sword pavilion is the center of your Nine Profound Sword Sect."

"Brother Zhenxiong can gain the trust of the sect and take charge of this place, of course, he can't break the rules."

Lu Qingping hurriedly spoke.

In charge?

Han Muye raised his eyes to look at Huang Lao Liu.

Huang Lao Liu blinked.

Brother Liu, this cowhide is blowing a little loudly.

"Junior Sister Lu, you can't enter the sword pavilion, but Brother Han has some experience in sword selection and kendo practice. Tomorrow you go to Fangshi to buy a sword and let him accompany you."

"Tomorrow, I have to discuss matters with the elders in the pavilion, so I won't accompany you."

Huang Laoliu turned around, looked Lu Qingping's eyes sideways, and said lightly.

He looked at Han Muye with a pleading look in his eyes.

Lu Qingping nodded, looked at Han Muye and said, "Then there is Junior Brother Laohan."

Accompany Lu Qingping to buy a sword?

Han Muye moved in his heart.

Yep.

In this way, he would have the opportunity to touch the sword in Lu Qingping's hand, and find out whether Lu Qingping was approaching Huang Laoliu purposefully.

Although he didn't want to break Huang Laoliu's dream of reuniting his first love, if Lu Qingping had other goals, Han Muye would not ignore it.

"Senior Sister Lu is very polite, it's true that senior brother won't be able to leave tomorrow, otherwise his eyesight is a hundred times better than mine." Han Muye nodded and cupped his hands, "Then tomorrow I will wait for senior sister at the mountain gate."

There are no good swords in the square market open to the outside world in Jianmen. If you want to choose a good sword, you need to go to the square market two hundred miles down the mountain.

Lu Qingping nodded, then looked at Huang Lao Liu, and said softly, "Brother Zhenxiong, then I'll go back first."

Huang Laoliu grinned, thinking that he was missing his front teeth, so he was busy and shut up.

He stood on the stone steps, watching Lu Qingping disappear on the mountain road for a long time, still looking around.

"Sixth brother, you are about to become a hopeful stone."

Having walked into the sword pavilion and turned around, Han Muye, who sat behind the long desk, said with a smile.

Huang Laoliu blushed, turned around and walked into the sword pavilion.

He leaned in front of Han Muye, who was sitting on the large chair, and murmured, "Well, thank you Brother Han today for helping me convince me of the lie."

In front of Lu Qingping just now, Han Muye had given him enough face, and even followed his bragging to help him round.

In charge of the sword pavilion?

Let the cow fly for a while.

Huang Laoliu stretched out his hand to rub his sparse hair, and muttered in a low voice, "I have a lot of appointments here, but in front of Pingmei, I feel flustered."

"Here I am, I want to elevate my identity unconsciously."

"I was thinking, thinking, to be with her, to be a little better with her."

Huang Lao Liu lowered his head, a trace of loneliness on his face.

The swordsmen of the Jiange have ten achievements and nine deaths. Even if the salary and treatment are comparable to those of the inner sect, they are still reluctant to come to the sword pavilion to be a swordsman.

That spiritual stone salary is earned with life, but spent without life.

A swordsman from the sword pavilion, infested by the sword energy every day, and withered in shape, what qualifications does he have to match with an inner sect elite of Qingfengguan?

Han Muye wanted to comfort Huang Lao Liu a few words, but he didn't say anything.

Huang Laoliu knew everything himself.

His current enthusiasm is the reunion with Lu Qingping.

After a while, especially when the Jiuxuan Jianmen sect gathering ended and Lu Qingping left, this matter would be over.

What's more, Qingfengguan also betrayed Jiuxuan Jianmen.

This is a doomed fate.

Han Muye shook his head slightly, raised his eyes, and saw Lu Gao with his arms full of lunch boxes sticking out his head from the door, looking around.

"Hey, what about Sister Six?"

"I specially beat the mushy meat to make sure that the sixth brother's teeth can move."

Lu Gao muttered in a low voice with some regret.

Huang Laoliu turned his head, glared and gritted his teeth, "I want to eat bones."

Han Muye laughed so hard that he almost fell off the chair.

The three sat around the small wooden table at the door. Huang Lao Liu had a good appetite and concentrated on dealing with the big meat, while Lu Gao whispered some news he heard in the dining hall.

"In the past few days, I have come to some sects, and most of them are arranged to eat with the disciples of the outer sect in the dining hall of the outer sect."

"Many of these people have some criticisms."

It's nice to hear Lu Gao's criticism.

When you come to a party, you will only be treated with the outer door. If you don't scold your mother, you will be well behaved.

It's just that since the Nine Profound Sword Sect recruited people, why should they be so slow?

"Hmph, what's wrong with eating and living at the same place as the outer disciples?"

Huang Laoliu finally came out empty, and snorted coldly: "Jiu Xuan Jianmen is one of the nine factions in the Western Xinjiang. It's already a face for them to not let them pay for their own food and accommodation."

"Cough, sixth brother, they paid for it out of their own pockets." Lu Gao coughed lightly.

Paying out of his own pocket, he just arranged for the same room and board as the outer disciples.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes slightly.

It seems that this time there will be no good meeting?

"The last time the Nine Profound Sword Sect shocked the Quartet was the battle at Lie Yao Valley twelve years ago."

"It seems that Jianmen is going to do something."

Huang Laoliu shook his head and reached out to the big meat again.

"I guess we're going to be busy too."

"In a short time, a batch of swords will be sent back."

Sword sent back?

Han Muye was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood.

It's not that the disciples fall and the swords are sent back.

It is to destroy the enemy, seize the sword, and collect it in the sword pavilion.

This time, Jianmen is going to use the Three Qin Sword Sect to kill the chickens and show the monkeys.

I just don't know if Mo Yuan can make any contribution in this battle.

In the afternoon, Huang Laoliu was sleeping on the long desk, and Lu Gao was dozing off by the door of Jiange.

Only Han Muye wiped the long sword with a sackcloth in the sword pavilion.

While wiping the sword, he collected the sword qi, and then absorbed the sword qi into his body by the way.

This is sour, painful and happy.

"Jange rules, bathing and changing-"

"Get out of the way."

The long howl of Lu Gao at the door was interrupted directly.

Han Muye frowned, put the long sword back in his hand, and walked to the gate of the sword pavilion.

Over there, a tall young man wearing a white inner disciple robe stood in front of the long desk with a cold face.

Huang Laoliu, who was sitting behind the long desk, held a yellow scroll in his hand and slowly turned it over.

"Is it clear?"

"I exchange the sword weapon with the record of the completion of the sect mission, can this matter be faked?"

The tall young man spoke in a cold voice, turned his head to see Han Muye approaching, pointed at him and said, "You are younger, hurry up and help the old man read out the records in the task book."

"Old eyes are dim, and you are still a sword watcher, and it is estimated that you will not live long."

The youth's words were vicious and indifferent. It seemed that the sword watcher was not the same as the swordsman, and life and death were like ants.

Huang Laoliu's expression didn't change much, but his fingers wandered on the task book.

"Inner sect disciple, Luo Tian, ​​complete the sect exploration mission and accumulate 30 sect meritorious deeds, which can be exchanged for vouchers and sect mission rewards."

"Luo Tian, ​​your exploration mission was completed a year ago, why did you exchange it now?"

"Our sword pavilion rules, task exchange, within a year, your task book will expire."

Luo Tian?

The guy who practiced swordsmanship and cut off his saber?

Last time he asked someone to exchange swords and was rejected by Han Muye.

Han Muye's eyes swept to this Luo Tian, ​​and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

After staying in the sword pavilion for a long time, he is friendly with the swords in the sword pavilion.

He didn't want to hand over a single sword here to someone like Luo Tian who didn't care for swords.

Hearing Huang Laoliu's words, Luo Tian sneered: "Last time Song Cheng said that the swordsman in the sword pavilion seemed to be deliberately targeting me, I still don't believe it."

"It turns out that this really happened."

He reached out and took out something from his arms, and slapped it on the long case with a "pop".

"Today's sword, I changed it."

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