Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The carriage stopped suddenly, and Lu Qingping, who was sitting upright, did not move at all.

"Junior Brother Han, Jiuxuan Jianmen is the overlord of the 100,000-mile radius. How could I have not heard of the reputation of the swordsmen in the Jian Pavilion?"

She sighed, and then said in a low voice, "Brother Zhenxiong is a sword watcher, right?"

Lu Qingping knew about Baixi Tianjing.

Also, as an elite of the inner door of Qingfengguan, it is normal to have some understanding of the Jiu Xuan Jianmen sword pavilion.

"Sixth brother has been a sword watcher in the sword pavilion for seven years. In three years, he will be the deacon of the sword pavilion." Han Muye pulled the reins lightly, and the carriage slowly moved forward.

"But when I see what he looks like, can I survive until I become a deacon?" Lu Qingping frowned.

"To be honest, I didn't recognize him when I first saw him."

"If I hadn't looked into his eyes, I wouldn't have recognized him."

Han Muye wasn't sure if Huang Laoliu could survive until he became the deacon of the Jiange Pavilion.

Although Huang Laoliu also practiced the exercises taught by the elders of Jiange, he was supposed to survive.

"Junior Brother Han, all of you who are willing to be swordsmen in the sword pavilion must have a story." Lu Qingping looked at Han Muye's back and spoke softly.

"But Brother Zhenxiong, he is really just an ordinary person."

"Can you persuade him?"

"Persuade him to quit this job, even if he is a mortal, he can live a few more years."

There was a hint of choking in Lu Qingping's voice.

"Three years ago, I saw with my own eyes that my junior sister who came from Jinyang County and practiced together was cut off by the monster's neck."

"Lying in my arms, she said homesick."

"She said that if she hadn't practiced, she should have taught her husband and children, and the children would be around their knees."

"She said that for the sake of cultivation, it is not worth it to sacrifice the world."

The carriage moved forward, except for the creaking of the wheels, there was only silence.

Practice is not worth it.

Han Muye looked at the vegetation and mountains and forests that were retreating beside him, and there was a flash of light in his eyes.

What if you don't practice?

Human, is it worth it?

"Senior Sister Lu, what about you?"

"You should feel the sixth brother's intentions, right?"

"If he goes to the countryside, will you accompany him?"

Han Muye spoke lightly.

There was no sound from behind.

Silence represents, rejects.

The elites of Qingfengguan's inner sect have already entered the Qi Condensation stage, and their lifespan is at least three hundred years.

How could such an immortal person return to the countryside with Huang Laoliu?

After all, all of this is just the wishful thinking of Huang Lao Liu.

The carriage moved forward, and the atmosphere was much duller.

Fortunately, after more than a hundred miles down the mountain, I met many practitioners along the way, some walking in groups, some roaring with horses and horses, and some Yujian flying into the air, so unrestrained.

Within a hundred li radius of Jiu Xuan Sword Gate, it is not necessary to steer the sword.

Han Muye had never seen such a sword-fighting appearance in Jianmen.

Seeing the sword light flashing across the sky, Han Muye's eyes shone brightly.

"I've seen such scenes, the world is prosperous, and how much nostalgia is there?" He said in a low voice.

Behind him, Lu Qingping let out a low sigh.

Fangshi is just a small town, the carriages and horses stopped, and the people in Fangshi came to take care of it.

Han Muye and Lu Qingping walked into Fangshi and saw the crowds, all of them cultivators.

Some are setting up stalls, shouting with great effort, while others are picking and negotiating prices for a piece of spiritual stone and half a piece of spiritual stone.

These cultivators have mixed auras and chaotic clothes, and they don't have the immortal aura on Jiuxuan Mountain at all.

Han Muye was a little fortunate. If he hadn't tried his best to infiltrate the Nine Profound Sword Sect and instead became a loose cultivator, he would probably be like these people now.

Such hard work, just for a living, how can you practice well?

"Senior Sister Lu, what kind of sword do you want to choose?"

Han Muye turned his head and looked at Lu Qingping.

Lu Qingping shook her head, glanced around, and pointed to a small attic in front of her.

"Let's go to the medicine store."

Medicine shop?

Instead of looking for swords, go to the medicine store?

Han Muye didn't speak, and followed Lu Qingping into the medicine store.

The shopkeeper in the pharmacy greeted him.

The clothes of Han Muye and Lu Qingping proved their extraordinary status.

The eyes of the pharmacy shopkeeper who has been ushered in and delivered all the year round light up.

"Do you have any elixir to increase Shouyuan?" Before the shopkeeper asked, Lu Qingping spoke directly.

The elixir that increases life expectancy.

The shopkeeper's face stiffened.

"That, Fairy, how could my little shop have such treasures?" The shopkeeper whispered with a smile.

The Nine Profound Sword Gate is one of the nine factions in the Western Xinjiang, and it is hard to find a pill that increases life expectancy.

Lu Qingping nodded and said softly, "Then, is there any medicinal material for refining the longevity-increasing elixir?"

The shopkeeper pondered for a while, looked around, and then lowered his voice: "Fairy, there are two jade lotus branches in my shop."

"This medicine is one of the important preparations for refining the longevity-increasing elixir."

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When he walked out of the pharmacy, Lu Qingping had a wooden box in his hand.

Three hundred spirit stones, bought two jade lotus branches.

Then, the two of them searched for other pharmacies and bought three more elixir needed to refine the longevity-increasing elixir.

Lu Qingping spent a total of more than 2,100 spirit stones.

Although these six sisters-in-law don't know their net worth, they are still willing to Huang Laoliu.

"Let's go, let's see the swords."

After walking out of the last pharmacy, Lu Qingping finally breathed a sigh of relief and spoke.

Han Muye nodded.

Before Lu Qingping asked Han Muye to persuade Huang Laoliu not to be a sword watcher, and he would not accompany Huang Laoliu to go into hiding, making Han Muye somewhat worthless for Huang Laoliu.

Looking at Lu Qingping's purchase of so many elixir to refine the longevity elixir, her opinion has changed slightly.

Lu Qingping will not give up her practice, but she is willing to spend money to buy elixir for Huang Laoliu, which is a bit of love.

"Let's go take a look at the shop over there." Han Muye pointed to the weapon shop with the biggest sign in the market.

Lu Qingping raised her head, stunned for a moment, then shook her head and said, "Forget it, swords don't have to be expensive, it's better to have them in hand."

"There were some stalls selling swords on the corner of the street before. Let's take a look. Maybe we can find a good sword."

Even though Lu Qingping said so, she did not take her eyes off the sign of the shop.

Han Muye knew that Lu Qingping was running out of spirit stones.

How much savings can an inner disciple of Qingfeng Temple have?

If she was really rich, she wouldn't have a good sword in her hand by now, and she would have to look for a sword at this time.

"Senior Sister Lu, what kind of good swords can a roadside stand have?" Han Muye shook his head, looked at the shop in front of him and said, "You get what you pay for, this saying is common to all immortals."

Lu Qingping had to say more, Han Muye had already strode forward.

"Senior Sister Lu, don't worry, the sixth brother gave me the spirit stone when I left."

"Today, I must choose a good sword for you."

Han Muye's words made the female Lu Qingping shake her head slightly.

Brother Zhenxiong is just a sword watcher, how much spiritual stone can he save?

With that little spirit stone, what kind of swords can you buy?

Or is Junior Brother Han feeling unhappy because of the words just now, and deliberately earning some face for their sword watchers?

It seemed that Junior Brother Han had a little more experience.

Practitioners, beware like a rock.

Following Han Muye to the rather tall and splendid shop, Han Muye shouted loudly.

"Bring out your best swords."

"Today, I must choose a good sword for Senior Sister Lu."

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