Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

It's hard to answer this.

Saying yes, it means that he has ambitions for the Sect Leader seat.

If you say no, that's because you have a different heart for Sect.

This Tuoba became an old guy, very bad.

"Master Tuoba, rest assured, if there is a chance to refine the virtual infant pill, I will definitely take action."

Han Muye cupped his hands, then turned away.

Watching him walk out of the Great Hall, Zhang Zhihe said with a smile, "This kid has a sense of belonging to Sect, just don't be in a hurry."

Hearing his words, Wu Ziyuan turned his head with a strange look in his eyes, and said solemnly, "Don't force him? Then Fengling Sword Sect won't force us?"

"There is also Li Mubai of Shangyang Demon Sect. For so many years, he has placed his daughter in my Jiuxuan Mountain. Outsiders see it as having a good relationship with my Jiuxuan Jianmen. In fact, he doesn't care about this daughter at all."

"Also, the Southern Wilderness will inevitably move westward within a hundred years. At that time, it will be difficult for everyone in our western border to protect themselves."

Wu Ziyuan looked at Tuoba Cheng: "Junior Brother Tuoba, Sect Leader's sacrifice and Lu Hao's sacrifice are all for the immortal inheritance of my Nine Profound Sword Sect."

"Han Muye, as long as he has the righteousness of Sect in his heart, he should not bargain and make various arrangements."

Tuobacheng nodded and said in a low voice, "Senior brother is right."

Wu Ziyuan was overjoyed, and just as he was about to speak, Tuobacheng said again: "I don't know how Han Muye and Bai Suzhen are related, and whether Master Tu Sun invited him to Taiyi Sword Sect on Yunchao Mountain."

Wu Ziyuan's smile froze.

"The master of Xuanyang Guard in Zhongzhou invited him." Tuobacheng turned around and said as he walked, "It's really urgent, people leave Jiuxuanjianmen, and they are still nourished."

Until Zhang Zhihe also left with a smile, the expression on Wu Ziyuan's face did not ease.

Indeed, as Tuobacheng said, people don't have to hang themselves on a tree in Jiu Xuan Sword Sect.

The cohesion of Sect has never been to sacrifice the interests of its disciples.

"No wonder Jin Ze chose you." Wu Ziyuan glanced at the empty Great Hall, whispered, and turned around and walked out.

...

Han Muye returned to the sword pavilion and went straight to the third floor.

He said he wanted to Closed Door Training is not a lie.

However, you have to wait until the cloud-changing golden lotus is refined into Medicine Pill, and then Closed Door Training after swallowing.

In that way, after changing the cultivation qualifications, the Cultivation Base will definitely improve by leaps and bounds.

At present, there are not many elixir he lacks, and it will be good to deduce the pill refining method later.

almost.

"Ancestor Tao Ran, it seems that he is not idle in Mushen City." Thinking of what Tuobacheng said, Han Muye whispered softly.

Xuying Pill, it turns out that Tao Ran's ancestor was in Mushen City and was studying Xuying Pill.

Under the current circumstances, Xijiang really should have a few more heavenly realms in order to ensure its own safety.

"I don't know what Wanhua Daoist, Lingdao Sect would think." Thinking of what Wanhua Daoist's clone said in the underground tunnel of Qingmang Mountain's Black Rock Beach, Han Muye's expression sank again.

As the number one powerhouse in the Western Frontier, if Daoist Wanhua was determined to leave the Profound Sky World and open the passage to seal the town, he would still have a chance to succeed in the end.

But when the channel is opened, no one knows what the consequences will be.

Back then, on Yunchao Mountain, if it wasn't for Huang Laoliu's action to seal the passage and allow those outsiders to enter the western border, the western border would have been occupied by demons now.

Wanhua Daoist said that he has already contacted the fairy world.

The fairy world, the world of fairy Buddhas.

Spiritual Taoism.

Wanhua Daoist.

Nascent Soul Third Stage powerhouse.

Looking up at the window, Han Muye took a deep breath.

The only good news now is that under the tunnel of Black Rock Beach, he beheaded Wanhua Daoist's clone.

The fall of this avatar will at least make Wanhua Daoist need Closed Door Training for breath adjustment within three or two years.

Three or two years, this time is too short.

Han Muye is not sure that within three or two years, he will have the power to fight with Daoist, the elder of Lingdao Sect.

Moreover, this matter can not be told to others.

When the passage under Yunchaoling opened, even Master Tu Sun abandoned Sect and left, not to mention the passage suppressed by Lingdao Sect, which can contact the fairy world.

If other practitioners really knew about this, maybe they would rush to help Wanhua Daoist open the town.

Lightly clenching his fists, Han Muye's eyes shone brightly.

If that world invades the Profound Sky World, I wonder if the Zhongzhou Dynasty can stop it?

Do Wen Xiang and General Chongwu have the strength to resist?

But even if Zhongzhou makes a move, if the channel is opened, it will be Xijiang who will suffer the first time, right?

It is useless to think too much. If you want to have more power, it is the most reliable way to improve your own strength.

Carrying Qi and blood Spiritual Qi, refining the sword pills in Dantian, Han Muye's heart is moved again.

He got up and walked down the stairs.

"Senior Brother Han."

Liu Hong, who was sitting behind the long desk, and Yang Mingxuan, who was wiping the sword, both bowed.

Han Muye nodded, looked at Liu Hong and said, "Junior Brother Liu, please help me pay more attention to the news about Jianwan."

Sword pill.

The sword pills circulating in the western border may have been scattered by Yuan Tianjianzun back then.

If he can collect a few more sword pills, Han Muye is confident to increase his combat power several times.

"Okay, I'll pay more attention to the news of the next sword pill." Liu Hong nodded.

Han Muye turned his head and saw Yang Mingxuan approaching.

"Senior Brother Han, is Xijiang going to rearrange the nine factions?" Yang Mingxuan looked at Han Muye and said in a low voice.

Han Muye nodded.

It's spreading fast now.

"Senior Brother Han, I think," Yang Mingxuan looked at Han Muye with a gleam in his eyes: "I want to represent Mingshan Sword Sect and win the position of the Nine Schools."

Represents Mingshan Sword Sect.

The current Sect Leader of Mingshan Sword Sect is Zhao Yankun, the eldest disciple of Yang Dingshan.

Mingshan Jianzong did not say that Yang Mingxuan was not a member of Mingshan Jianzong, but for so long, even the Sect Leader succeeded to the throne, he did not send anyone to invite Yang Mingxuan.

Obviously, no one from Mingshan Sword Sect would care about Yang Mingxuan.

But Yang Mingxuan still remembered Yang Dingshan's words.

If you have the ability, go and snatch the Mingshan Sword Sect back.

For Yang Dingshan, the position of the nine factions in the Western Xinjiang is a lifetime goal.

Unfortunately, it finally fell and failed to materialize.

"Help Mingshan Jianzong become one of the nine factions in the Western Border?" Han Muye looked at Yang Mingxuan.

Now Yang Mingxuan has already cultivated the sword raising technique and the sword fighting technique.

Raise the sword bone, and then melt the sword in the body.

With Yang Mingxuan's current strength, the ordinary Foundation Establishment Third Fourth Stage can still handle it.

Such strength is not weak among peers.

It is impossible to participate in the competition of the nine factions with such strength.

"I think, is there any way." Han Muye nodded.

Before Yang Dingshan fell on Yunchao Ridge, he was so arrogant.

A sentence "When I have no one in the Western Xinjiang", I die generously.

Now Yang Mingxuan wants to help Mingshan Sword Sect win the position of the Nine Sect, and Han Muye is willing to help him.

"Thank you Brother Han." Yang Mingxuan bowed to Han Muye, then turned to wipe the sword.

Liu Hong on the side sighed, then looked at Han Muye and said, "Senior Brother Han, are you free, let's go and see the sword at the bottom of the mountain?"

It was the long sword that he felt a little strange.

Han Muye nodded and followed him out of the sword pavilion.

Lu Gao wanted to follow, but was stopped by Han Muye.

That square city is not far, only within a thousand miles, under the rule of Jiu Xuan Jianmen.

very safe.

Han Muye knew that as soon as the competition rules of the nine factions came out, many Sects in Xijiang wanted him to die.

He's not ready to run around any time soon.

However, under the rule of Jiu Xuan Jianmen, there is no problem.

With his own combat power, he is not afraid of the practitioners under the Half-step world.

Together with Liu Hong, they rode the flying boat and floated down the mountain.

Within a thousand miles, it didn't take long to arrive.

"Laoshan Town, this place is considered to be the smallest of the several black markets under the rule of Jiuxuan Jianmen." Liu Hong, who put away the boat and changed his clothes, introduced as he walked.

In the black market, nothing can be seen.

In such a place, wearing the robes of the disciples of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, outsiders would not have too much contact with them.

At this time, Han Muye and Liu Hong not only changed their clothes, but also wore masks.

Anyway, along the way, many people are dressed like this, black robes, masks.

When I got to the town, starting from the city gate, I saw practitioners in twos and threes, setting up various stalls.

Selling Medicine Pill, selling spiritual materials, all kinds of Jade Slip, weapons, Magical Item, everything is available.

Just looking at Han Muye, these things are ordinary things.

In the sword pavilion, he has raised his vision very high.

It's not a spirit weapon, basically I don't bother to look at it.

"Senior Brother Han, there are no spiritual artifacts here, and half-spirited artifacts are rare." Liu Hong said with a smile when he saw that Han Muye only glanced over and was not interested.

"Don't even think about picking up leaks in such a place."

Liu Hong shook his head, stretched out his fingers and pointed around: "Most of the things here are real garbage."

"A few of them are stolen goods."

The word pick-up was told to him by Han Muye.

Han Muye said that his Talent is very suitable for picking up leaks.

Liu Hong led Han Muye to a place to hand it over, and saw an old man in a green robe sitting there.

The old man's face was thin and his beard was a little disheveled. In front of him were some scattered spiritual materials and spiritual medicines.

It's all very ordinary stuff, and together it's not worth three or two Spirit Stones.

Seeing Han Muye and Liu Hong standing in front of him, the old man didn't even look up.

"Where's your sword, show me again." Liu Hong said in a low voice as he crouched down.

Hearing his words, the old man was stunned, opened his eyes wide, and looked at Liu Hong.

"Oh, so it's you fellow daoist."

The old man narrowed his eyes and said softly, "Last time you saw it, this sword will not be sold without 8,000 Spirit Stones."

Liu Hong nodded and said, "I'll check again. If the sword is really good, I'll buy it."

As he spoke, in his palm, a piece of top-grade Spirit Stones flashed away.

The old man's eyes lit up, and he glanced at Han Muye, and then took out a long sword wrapped in a clear cloth from the rucksack on his lower back.

Liu Hong took the sword, held it in both hands, looked at it carefully, and handed it to Han Muye.

Han Muye reached for the long sword, and then his hand rested on the hilt.

After pondering for a moment, he looked down at the old man in front of him: "Do you really sell this sword?"

The old man laughed, nodded and said, "Sell, why not sell it, just sell it to Spirit Stones."

Han Muye stroked the long sword lightly with his palm, and said lightly, "Liu Hong, give him a piece of top-grade Spirit Stones."

A piece of top-grade Spirit Stones is worth 10,000 low-grade Spirit Stones.

This is a direct increase of two thousand.

Liu Hong nodded, stretched out his hand and pressed the top-grade Spirit Stones into the old man's cuff.

The old man was taken aback and looked at Han Muye: "Fellow daoist, this sword has been cultivated by me for many years, but it is not worth ten thousand Spirit Stones."

Eight thousand Spirit Stones sold swords, and the old man was already a little panicked, but he was given 10,000 Spirit Stones directly, which made him extremely uneasy.

A person who can throw out 10,000 Spirit Stones in such an understatement must have an extraordinary identity.

Liu Hong also looked at Han Muye.

He didn't know why Han Muye had to pay more for the sword.

Han Muye chuckled lightly, turned around with his sword in hand, and a word came softly: "The inheritance of Confucianism and Taoism in Zhongzhou is very rare in Western Xinjiang."

"This sword has been raised for decades with awe-inspiring temperatures, so it's worth that price."

Zhongzhou?

Hao Ran?

Confucianism and Taoism?

Liu Hong, who was following behind Han Muye, was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at the old man selling swords.

At this moment, the old man was stunned in the distance, his eyes fixed on Han Muye.

When Han Muye and Liu Hong walked across the street corner, the old man gritted his teeth and stood up, not even wanting the stall, and strode to follow.

Han Muye chuckled and led Liu Hong out of the town.

"Fellow daoist."

"Fellow daoist."

At the entrance of Laoshan Town, the old man shouted from behind and rushed forward, blocking Han Muye's way.

This made many people curious to look over.

Han Muye stopped and said lightly, "Why, don't you want to sell this sword?"

Hearing his words, the old man shook his head and said, "Sell, I will sell this sword."

Then he stared at Han Muye and lowered his voice: "Fellow daoist, you said the inheritance of Confucianism and Taoism, what the hell is going on?"

Han Muye laughed and said, "Didn't you say that this sword is yours?"

"You warm and nurture this sword, how can you not know that there is a mighty spirit in this sword?"

The old man's expression changed, then he sighed softly, cupped his hands and said, "Fellow daoist, this sword is not my kind."

"But don't worry, the sword owner entrusted me to sell this sword."

Han Muye nodded.

The old man didn't lie.

The master of this sword is still alive, but the sword does not resist the Sword Qi he wants to pour into it.

The owner of this sword is a person from Zhongzhou, or a practitioner of Confucianism and Taoism in Zhongzhou.

"Let's go, take us to see the owner of this sword."

Han Muye said.

The old man's face stiffened, he was silent for a while, and said in a low voice, "This, he, doesn't have any grudges with you, right?"

Han Muye shook his head and said, "I haven't seen him, how can there be hatred?"

The old man scratched his head and led Han Muye and Liu Hong to the town.

"Kong fellow daoist was rescued by me from the cliff of Luguling."

"He was seriously injured at the time and only breathed."

The old man named Zhang Suotu introduced as he walked.

According to him, the sword was given to him by the person he rescued.

The person was seriously injured, and the Cultivation Base was also destroyed, so the sword was sold.

Follow Zhang Suotu through a few alleys and enter a small courtyard.

The courtyard is not big, but it is clean.

In the courtyard full of wisterias, a middle-aged man in his 40s wearing a green robe was sitting on a black wheelchair, basking in the sun.

Han Muye and the others walked into the courtyard, the middle-aged man opened his eyes, and saw that Han Muye was holding the sword in his hand, his expression did not change at all.

"Kong fellow daoist, these two want to see you." Zhang Suotu said to the middle-aged man, then shrank back and quietly exited the yard.

Han Muye's eyes fell on the middle-aged lap.

"Haha, the two fellow daoists, it is really inconvenient to move, and Kong is disrespectful." The middle-aged cupped hands and said with a smile.

Han Muye nodded and reached out to lift the mask.

Liu Hong also took off the mask.

The young faces of the two made the middle-aged look stunned.

Han Muye sat on the stone bench not far from the middle-aged man, put the long sword on the table, and then looked at the middle-aged man and said, "I'm curious, how did you get from Zhongzhou to Xijiang."

His hand was lightly clasped on the hilt of the sword, and Sword Qi slowly flowed.

He bought the sword, it was his.

The memory in the sword, he has seen it.

What he is curious about now is that they all say that practitioners of Confucianism and Taoism have a pure heart. He wants to know if the person in front of him will lie in front of him.

Hearing Han Muye's words, the expression on the middle-aged man's face changed. He stared at Han Muye, pondered for a moment, and said in a low voice, "I didn't expect that in Xijiang, there are still people who can know Haoran Qi."

Han Muye smiled at him.

"In Xia Kong Chaode, it is indeed from Zhongzhou."

"I was originally a document from Heze County, Nanyuan County, Zhongzhou, and I have been practicing Confucianism and Taoism for thirty years."

As the middle-aged man spoke, the breath on his body slowly changed.

Standing behind Han Muye, Liu Hong only felt an indescribable majesty blowing towards his face.

This made him feel that the darkness in his heart had nowhere to hide.

"Cough cough." Han Muye coughed lightly, causing Liu Hong to tremble.

He blushed and bowed his head hurriedly.

"The inheritance of Confucianism and Taoism in Zhongzhou is the most benevolent and just. Those who can cultivate Confucianism and Taoism are all gentlemen." Han Muye's voice sounded.

He put his hand on the long sword in front of him and said softly, "I'm more curious, Kong Wenwen, why are you willing to sell this gentleman sword."

Gentleman Sword.

Raise it with its own awe-inspiring temperature, of which Sword Qi is the awe-inspiring energy.

People use the knowledge of Confucianism and Taoism to raise the sword, and the sword raises people with the intention of a gentleman.

This sword is a treasure of Confucianism and Taoism.

Although the grade is relatively low.

Hearing Han Muye's words, Kong Chaode shook his head and sighed softly: "Life is not long, it is difficult to repay fellow daoist for saving his life, only this sword can be worth Spirit Stones."

Hearing his words, Han Muye laughed, took his hand away from the sword, stood up and said, "Kong Wenshu, if you don't tell me the truth, I won't help you."

"In the eyes of people who don't know Haoran Qi, a piece of Spirit Stones is too expensive."

"You are selling this sword because you want to attract someone who knows this sword."

Han Muye's words made Kong Chaode sit up straight and his expression turned solemn.

As soon as he cupped his hands, he said solemnly, "The fellow daoist really knows the aura, so there must be a way to contact Zhongzhou."

"I asked fellow daoist to help me communicate Xuanyangwei, and he said that the commander of Zhennan, Qian Yiming, used a public weapon for private use, and Mingli was fighting the Southern Wilderness, but in fact it was to win the secret realm of the Southern Wilderness Myriad Demons."

Finally said it.

In that sword just now, Han Muye has seen the memory of this incident in the sword.

As a clerk in Heze County, Kong Chaode had contact with Qian Yiming because he handled the logistics of the Xuanyang Guard and the Chiyan Army.

It was also by accident that he knew that Qian Yiming was a secret realm for Wan Yao, so he conquered the Southern Wilderness.

It's just that Kong Chaode was hunted down by Qian Yiming's men before he could report these matters.

Fortunately, the Confucius family in Heze County is also a big family, and they are related in the imperial city.

With the help of his tribe, Kong Chaode escaped all the way.

But Qian Yiming was ruthless enough to create the illusion of Demonic Beasts counterattacking Zhongzhou, slaughtering Kong's family, and cutting Kong Chaode's way to the imperial city, so he could only turn to Nanhuang.

Kong Chaode traversed the Southern Wilderness, was hunted down by the Chiyan Army masters, and followed by Demonic Beasts, until the battle of Yunchao Ridge.

It's just that he was affected on Yunchao Ridge and was seriously injured.

"Fellow daoist, please tell me that Qian Yiming knows what secrets are in the secret realm of Wan Yao."

"Unfortunately I don't know."

Kong Chaode turned towards Han Muye cupped hands, and then held a Jade Slip in his palm.

Looking at the Jade Slip, Han Muye shook his head and said, "Kong Wenshu, I can't help you with this matter."

"You don't know, there is a bet between Qian Yiming and Butcher Lu, and Wen Xiang will not interfere in their affairs within a hundred years."

Wen Xiang will not interfere?

Kong Chaode's eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, his face was blank, and then there was endless sadness.

"So, I don't have a chance to avenge the revenge of my Kong family's Manchu clan being slaughtered?"

Han Muye nodded, then shook his head again, leaned down slightly, and whispered, "You can choose to live well, maybe you can wait for the opportunity."

"I'm very interested in your talent for running a county's grain and forage and dispatching the logistics of a 30,000-strong army."

Kong Chaode raised his head and looked at Han Muye.

"You, who are you?"

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