Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

Hearing the old man's words, Han Muye did not answer directly, but cupped hands and chuckled: "Han Muye has seen Chuanhe senior."

The owner of Chuanhe Sword Shop, Xu Chuanhe.

This is the old rival of Zhao Yujing's business here.

In Jade Sword's memory, Zhao Yujing had a lot of resentment towards Xu Chuanhe.

Xu Chuanhe looked at Han Muye in surprise, then nodded and said, "It's said that the shopkeeper of Yujing has changed, I'll take a look."

After speaking, there was a hint of curiosity on his face: "I wonder how Zhao Yujing evaluates me?"

How could Zhao Yujing have a good evaluation of this old opponent?

Old fox, Xu peels the skin, damages...

Zhao Yujing calculated that this Xu Chuanhe might also be a trial disciple of Jiange.

If it weren't for this reason, Zhao Yujing would have wanted to do something to Xu Chuanhe.

Han Muye recalled the angry words of Zhao Yujing in Xiaojian, and chose the least lethal one to say.

"Xu Chuanhe is good at blacksmithing, and the rest are just like that. Don't be fooled by him."

Xu Chuanhe was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

He pointed at Han Muye: "Don't fool me, the original words from Zhao Yujing's mouth are a hundred times more vicious than this."

Sure enough, they were old rivals who fell in love and killed each other, and really knew Zhao Yujing well.

Han Muye's expression remained unchanged and he did not answer.

Xu Chuanhe slowly put away his smile, turned his head to look at the swords on the wooden stand, and looked at the paintings and calligraphy around him.

"There are a total of thirteen sword shops on Yinghuo Island. I don't talk about those major forces, and the other person I can see in Xu Chuanhe is Zhao Yujing."

"Since you inherited his shop, how good are you at criticizing swords?"

Xu Chuanhe looked at Han Muye with a deep halo in his eyes.

Is a master!

At this glance, the sword of the soul in Han Muye's divine treasure trembled slightly.

The one that can provoke the reaction of his Soul Sword is at least the Heaven Realm!

This Xuchuan River is hidden deep enough.

Han Muye's expression did not change, cupped hands said, "Since you are here, you naturally have the ability to eat."

Neither humble nor arrogant.

It seems that the matter of commenting on the sword is really the ability to eat.

Shao Tian, ​​who was standing beside him, swept his gaze on Han Muye inadvertently, feeling infinite emotion in his heart.

Is it all rolled up now?

A sword cultivator who can defeat himself with a single sword and handle it like an ant, is all this into the play?

Such a person needs to mix rice in a small shop?

Xu Chuanhe looked at Han Muye, pointed his finger to the long sword with a blue scabbard on the wooden frame, and said lightly, "You made the comments and pricing of this Fengze Sword?"

Han Muye nodded.

"Mixed with a trace of Fengyuan iron, it is forged by the method of forging with broken nine bamboos, but it is only a half-spirit weapon. Why do you price 30,000 Spirit Stones?" Xu Chuanhe's face was cold.

"Our sword shop also has its own rules."

"If Zhao Yujing sets the price, it will definitely be suppressed by 30%."

If the other party is not in heaven, Han Muye is reluctant to explain too much.

But Xu Chuanhe obviously has another identity, and he doesn't really care about the rules between Jianpu's business and Jianpu.

It must be meaningful to ask at this time.

"Fengyuan iron in this sword is of high quality, and it is close to Fengyuan iron. After it is forged, another great cultivator engraved a Qingfeng spirit pattern, and the price is 30%. It's looking for someone who is destined. Otherwise, I will directly double it. ."

Han Muye's expression remained unchanged, and he spoke lightly.

Xu Chuanhe frowned, turned around to hold the sword, slowly drew it, and then carefully poured Spiritual Qi into it to investigate carefully.

Shao Tianyi looked at the Xuchuan River, and then at Han Muye.

The slightest change in Fengyuan Iron in the sword can be distinguished so clearly?

Only the owner who has cultivated the sword for a long time can perceive the subtle characteristics of the sword, right?

"That's right, it is indeed Fengyuan Iron Essence that is just one line away. If the forging technique is the Fuyuan Three Forging Technique, this sword is already a spiritual weapon."

Putting the long sword back into its sheath, Xu Chuanhe turned his head and looked at Han Muye: "I have a sword, I wonder if you can help me evaluate it?"

Criticize the sword?

Shao Tian's eyes flashed brightly.

There are sword critique businesses all over the Broken Star Island, but he hasn't asked anyone to critique swords yet.

Not really a good sword, why spend that Spirit Stones?

Every spiritual bead he earned was in exchange for his life.

"Senior is going to take an exam for Junior?" Han Muye stood there and said softly.

Xu Chuanhe looked up at him.

Han Muye looked indifferent and looked at the wooden frames in front of him: "If the senior is going to take the exam, please ask the senior to arrange a sword evaluation meeting."

"If you are challenged by your peers, please ask senior to submit a battle post."

Speaking of this, he paused and said lightly: "If senior has a sword that cannot be evaluated, he will ask for advice, and the reward will be tripled. Junior will do the labor."

Empty white teeth will criticize the sword?

Seeing that you are a great cultivator in the realm of heaven, have you put your nose on your face?

Han Muye knows the rules between sword shops.

After Han Muye finished speaking, a faint Sword Qi flashed across Xu Chuanhe.

There was a hint of coldness on the sword, and Shao Tianyi jumped out one step at a time, standing in front of Han Muye.

Is this gesture timely enough?

Xu Chuanhe's breath subsided very quickly, he coughed lightly, and then said with a smile: "Forget about the battle posts, you are Zhao Yujing Junior, and you are also my Junior. You are here to host the sword shop, why should I start it for you? reputation."

"In this way, in a few days, I will convene a sword review meeting, and you will come too."

After speaking, he shook his head, put his hands behind his back, and walked outside the store.

When he reached the door, Xu Chuanhe turned around again and looked at Han Muye: "Do you sell your calligraphy and painting?"

Han Muye laughed: "As long as the price is right, it's for sale."

fair price?

What price is right?

It's not up to Han Muye to have the final say.

Xu Chuanhe opened his mouth, looked at the calligraphy and paintings in the shop, shook his head and said, "When I didn't ask."

After he finished speaking, he paced towards the avenue.

Shao Tianyi was a little disappointed.

Many people on the side of the road recognized Xu Chuanhe, and they all shouted "Treasurer Xu" and "Storekeeper Xu".

Jia Wu and a few others also came out and looked at Han Muye who was standing in front of the Yujing Sword Shop, with a search in their eyes.

"Jian Xiu, as well as the foundation of Confucianism and Taoism, this junior is a bit interesting."

"I just don't know if Zhao Yujing told him that it is not easy to pass the test of my sword pavilion." The expression on the Xu Chuan River, who was walking on the corner, turned solemn and whispered.

"My uncle's sword pavilion has been uncultivated for three hundred years, and there is already a worry of losing its grade, and I don't know who can inherit it..."

In front of the sword shop, Han Muye put his hands behind his back with a smile on his face.

When Xu Chuanhe walked out the door, he deliberately revealed a fiery and thick Sword intent.

Xuan Yang Art.

Or a sword pavilion inheritance Cultivation Technique similar to Xuan Yang Jue.

A disciple of the sword pavilion from the Cultivation Base of the Heaven Realm, I am afraid that he is not an ordinary trial disciple like Zhao Yujing, right?

The official disciple of Jiange?

Or, another identity?

But since this one is here, and they have an intersection with each other, then take it slow, no hurry.

Han Muye cupped hands towards Jia Wu and others, turned and walked into the shop.

He looked at the paintings and calligraphy around him, pondered for a while, and wrote a few more labels on them.

When he walked upstairs, Shao Tianyi curiously walked over to take a look at the label, and then widened his eyes.

"hiss--"

"Is this robbing Spirit Stones..."

A scroll with only one sword character written on it was actually priced at 300,000 Spirit Stones.

That picture scroll, which I couldn't understand, was priced at three million.

on purpose?

Shao Tian raised his head and looked at the scribbled sword in front of him.

He had seen these calligraphy and paintings before, and he didn't think there was anything special about them.

But with a price tag of 300,000 Spirit Stones, there must be something, right?

His eyes searched on the scroll for a while, but found nothing.

He shook his head, just as he was about to look away, he suddenly felt that every stroke on the word seemed to be a sword mark.

This thought only appeared, and his mind seemed to explode in an instant.

Countless sword strokes turned into a halo that cut the sky and the earth, twisting his consciousness into pieces.

Every sword move seems to be staggered by stars.

Every Sword Ray came straight to him, and he could not escape every Sword Ray.

At that moment, Sword Ray was like a dragon, and seemed to chop his soul into thousands of pieces.

"Snapped--"

Shao Tianyi fell to the ground one by one, almost hitting the wooden frame behind him.

He felt that his back was soaked through.

His heart was beating so fast that it seemed to pop out of his throat.

Clenching his fists, far-fetched joy rips out of his pale face, and then he bursts out laughing.

Just now, that Sword Ray was really mysterious!

He is the killer of the deadly building, growing up from small killings.

All he cultivates is the swordsmanship of killing, but he never knows what the real swordsmanship is.

In that glance just now, what he saw was a sword.

Killing intent Ling Xiaohan, a sword with a broad horizon.

A sword is a murder weapon, but a man is not.

Slowly raising his head, Shao Tianyi once again set his eyes on the sword in front of him. Countless Sword intents slammed into his Shenzang, but he laughed even more cheerfully.

What is a sword?

In the world, there are people who can cross 30,000 miles with a sword, slashing through thousands of mountains and mountains with a wave of hands, someone with a sword across the river, and it is difficult to cross ten thousand armors.

But those are too far away.

Shao Tianyi clearly remembered that when he was eight years old when he entered the Death Tower, a senior brother held the sword in his arms and did not let go, even when he was eating and sleeping.

Shao Tianyi once asked what he was holding in his hand.

The senior said, "This is my life..."

When Shao Tian was thirteen years old, he stabbed his sword into this brother's chest.

took his life.

The sword was thrown into the endless sea.

"It turns out that the sword is really my life..."

Looking up, Shao Tianyi burst into tears.

The vigorous Sword intent flowing around him resonated with the swords on the wooden frame.

...

From the market to the water village where Zeng Daniu's family lived, it took more than a hundred miles to walk.

Zeng Daniel, who carried the quilt, ate food, and gadgets, trotted fast.

When he was ten miles out of the city, he encountered an ox cart on the way and asked him where he was going.

He also had more minds, saying that he was a clerk in a shop in the city, and now he was ordered by the shopkeeper to go to the village on the endless sea to pick up things.

He also revealed the key that closed the door of the shop, which Han Muye had given him.

This key has a spirit pattern on it, which is indeed something in the world of practice.

The driver of the ox cart looked back and saw his master nodded, he invited Zeng Daniu to accompany him and help him carry some.

Zeng Daniu wanted to refuse, but thinking that the road was not near, he thanked him and climbed into the car.

The owner of the car was an old man in a robe, with a ten-year-old child.

The old man smiled and asked Zeng Daniel something.

Zeng Daniel dealt with it carefully, and didn't say anything he felt he couldn't say.

But when he got off the car, he scratched his head in annoyance as he watched the cart leave.

It seems that he said anything?

"Jianxiu who cultivates Confucianism and Taoism? Interesting." On the frame, the old man chuckled and turned to look at the child beside him.

"Sir, didn't you say that there are very few Confucianism and Taoism on Broken Star Island?" The child asked in a clear voice.

"Haha, so I'm also curious." The old man stroked his beard and said softly.

"My Jinnan Star Region is prosperous in Confucianism and Taoism, and the Dao is prosperous. I can compete with Xianyuan World, but it is too far away from this place to spread the inheritance."

"This sword cultivation is a good way to cultivate Confucianism and Taoism."

"If it can really be done, the inheritance of Confucianism and Taoism in my Jinnan Star Region will definitely be able to push the world."

The old man whispered softly, and the child nodded as if he didn't understand.

The driver who was driving in front showed a frenzy on his face, swung the bullwhip, and the bullock cart ran away.

Zeng Daniu identified the direction next to the avenue, picked up the new bedding and those large and small objects and ran.

He ran for seven or eight miles in one breath, and when he saw the shadow of the water bay in front of him, and the smoke from the water village wafted up, he took a breath.

On his face, he was full of smiles.

Sitting for a while, he quietly reached out and squeezed the corner of his shirt.

The hard spirit beads are still there.

Lingzhu!

With this Lingzhu, their entire family will be able to eat and drink without worries in this life.

Go back, give the Lingzhu to the mother-in-law, and let the mother-in-law find a bigger village and town, and the whole family will move there.

The two children need to be nurtured well. Even if they cannot become practitioners, they must be literate and become servants of practitioners.

If you grow up, when you are old, take over your own class and work as a servant for the shopkeeper, it will be even better.

Zeng Daniu knows that the shopkeeper is a great immortal, a practitioner, and he has a long life. He, his own children, and the children's children may help the shopkeeper as servants.

As long as the shopkeeper is willing to accept.

Thinking of this, Zeng Daniel stood up impatiently.

Carrying the quilt on his back, he rushed out of the water village again.

It's just that there is not a single child scattered outside the water village on weekdays.

This is a little strange.

When I went to the water village, I saw no one on the road.

He was a little flustered.

He hurried to the water village, and finally saw someone in front of the low wooden house.

There is some noise ahead.

"big cow!"

Someone exclaimed.

The people in front of them turned their heads, and they were busy calling: "Da Niu!"

"The bull is back!"

Zeng Daniu grinned and tightened the quilt on his back.

"Daniel, your father-in-law wants to take your daughter-in-law back, go and see!"

Someone shouted.

Bring your daughter-in-law back?

Zeng Daniel didn't quite understand it at first, and after walking a few steps, he was suddenly stunned.

His expression changed, and he hurried forward.

When the people in front saw him coming, they all gave way.

When he was in front of his low wooden house, Zeng Daniu had already heard his two babies crying.

"Father, take me away, you ask me to take the stone and the clear water with me."

"Take them? Sister, how can you marry with these two oil bottles?"

Conversation came from the cabin.

Zeng Daniu rushed into the wooden house step by step, and sighed when he saw his elderly parents sitting by the stove.

The two children tugged at the mother-in-law's clothes and cried loudly.

The mother-in-law sitting on the edge of the bed held her two children with one arm and wiped tears with the other.

One of my husband and brother-in-law sat beside the small broken table at home, and the other stood beside my mother-in-law, reaching out to push the two babies.

When Zeng Daniel came back, everyone in the room was stunned.

Zeng Daniu stepped forward, threw the quilt and those objects on the bed, grabbed the dazed brother-in-law's collar, and started with two big mouths.

"Snapped--"

"Snapped--"

After slapping his mouth, he kicked his brother-in-law to the ground, then clenched his fists and stared.

"You guys, when I'm dead?"

In the Yujingjian shop these days, Zeng Daniel has eaten and drank well, and has cultivated a lot of strength.

In addition, with Shao Tianyi's cultivation, although he did not succeed, he seemed to be much stronger.

The two mouths that came forward had already blinded the brother-in-law, and with another kick, he almost wiped him out.

Now Zeng Daniel clenched his fists and groaned, his brother-in-law was full of pain and cried out, "You, you are not, are you dead?"

Hearing his words, Zeng Daniu surged in anger, stepped forward and punched his brother-in-law on the shoulder, turning him over and rolling.

Zeng Daniel made two more punches, and his brother-in-law roared miserably on the ground with his head in his arms.

"That, you, don't--" The old man who was sitting at the table stepped forward to pull, but was thrown by Zeng Daniel's arm, and he fell directly to the ground.

Zeng Daniu raised his fist, and the woman behind him exclaimed, "Daniu, that's my father—"

When Zeng Daniel heard this, he punched the wooden table next to him.

"Bam—"

The wooden table was torn apart.

This punch made his anger a little less.

"Hey, if you are angry, you can't attack the guy..." The big cow by the stove muttered tremblingly.

Outside the house, the neighbors in the surrounding water village hurriedly dispersed, standing in the same place and talking in a low voice.

Just now, Zeng Daniel was in a hurry, and the big guys didn't care. At this time, after discussing it, he realized the difference.

Zeng Daniel's strength has become great.

Zeng Daniel's clothes are of very good material.

When Zeng Daniu came back, he was carrying a new quilt.

...

In the house, Zeng Daniu sat on a wooden bench with a broken leg, staring fiercely at the old husband and brother-in-law who could not get up on the ground.

"Clarify what happened today."

"If you don't make it clear, you can't get out of this door today."

He has been in the sword shop for half a month, and his aura is not like a fisherman at all.

Sitting there, when he made a loud noise, his brother-in-law and father-in-law trembled all over.

"Brother-in-law, brother-in-law, I, I'm also good for my sister..." The brother-in-law, whose face was swollen on both sides, said in horror.

"Bah, now you know there is my brother-in-law?" Zeng Daniu shouted, "Didn't you just say I was dead?"

Brother-in-law shrank back and said in a low voice, "Yes, it's a letter from Cao Erwa in your stockade..."

The matter is very simple. Someone saw Zeng Daniel's encounter with practitioners that day.

After Zeng Daniu left, it was rumored in the stockade that he would be sacrificed in blood.

The old couple of the Zeng family only knew how to wipe their tears, but Zeng Daniel's wife was able to take care of it, but the family had already left her with no time to deal with the rumors.

The rumors in the stockade became more and more true, and then they all said that Zeng Daniel was dead.

This guy, Cao Erwa, had a bad idea of ​​Zeng Daniu's wife, so he went to Zeng Daniu Zhang's house next door to report.

Unexpectedly, this matter spread in the stockade next door, where the youngest son of the Yutou family came to propose marriage, saying that he did not dislike Cao Daniu's wife as a widow, and also said that he would take a thousand jade shells as a dowry.

One thousand jade shells, enough for Zeng Daniel's brother-in-law to marry.

"Just for a thousand jade shells, your kid is going to sell your sister?" Zeng Daniel's fist clenched again.

If he hadn't come back in time, his family would have been torn apart!