Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

Turning thunder tribulation into his own power, this is his choice!

"Boom boom-"

Between heaven and earth, thunderclouds gather, seemingly endless.

The thunder light evoked the power of heaven and earth, setting off a frenzy in the land of Taoism.

The gathering of the power of the Dao has attracted the attention of many Dao ancestors.

...

A year later, this void of countless rocks was slowly silent.

Thunder Light, Sword Ray, all intertwined, and ultimately nothing.

When all the thunder light dissipated, there were no more rocks here, and of course, there was no sign of Han Muye.

——————

Tianxuan, the imperial city.

From the beginning of the Dao struggle, chaos appeared in the Profound Sky World.

Because Karma Samsara does not appear during the battle of Taoism, the God of Heaven is the strongest.

Those half-sages of Confucianism and Taoism, who could suppress the gods with a single word, at this time, they can only fight with all their strength, and they may not be able to defeat the peak of the gods.

Five years ago, Xuanming True Monarch, the great cultivator of Tianxuan Daomen, fought against the Confucian and Taoist half Saint King Muyang.

That battle caused changes in the Spiritual Qi of several states and counties in Tianxuan, and the water of the great river flowed back.

The final result was that Wang Muyang was defeated, and the power of a county fell.

After the war, the Taoist Sect of the Profound Sky World, Devil Dao, and those ambitious cultivators all began to snatch the power of the dynasty.

Confucianism and Taoism have suppressed Tianxuan for countless thousands of years, and it is time to overthrow.

In the eyes of these great cultivators, Taoism is an opportunity.

Confucianism and Taoism practitioners are not very powerful, and when the great cultivators cannot exert their absolute power, it is better to lead by themselves. Maybe, they can become the next Taoist ancestors?

Of course, there are many practitioners who are hopeless about Tian Xuan Neng's victory in the Dao struggle.

The power of the fairy world has penetrated deep into their hearts.

The Immortal Spirit World has long since penetrated the Tianxuan Dao Sect, and at the beginning, the No Resentment Realm almost set off the rise of Tianxuan Divine Dao.

These practitioners, who only see the strength of the outside world, have always looked down on Tianxuan.

In their eyes, the moon in the outside world is round.

These people did their best to destroy Tianxuan, hoping that Tianxuan would fail in the Dao struggle.

Even if the Tianxuan Dao struggle fails, they will fall.

But what if the strong fairy sees his own efforts and gives him a chance to survive?

Big fights, big disasters, there will never be a shortage of brainless people.

Yuyuan Street, Viewing the Moon.

In front of the Nanhuang small shop, many children were playing there.

Here, it is almost a children's paradise.

The owner's three children have a variety of toys, attracting the surrounding children to gather.

All kinds of wooden toys, as well as many rare things in the imperial city.

The owner of the shop has three children, the two older ones are all handsome, and the third one has a pair of tiger ears and a fluffy tiger head, which is extremely cute.

Everyone calls him Tiger Head.

"Hutou, what delicious food did your mother make today?"

There was a sound from the next store.

A yellow-haired tiger in a blue Confucian shirt walked out of the store.

Wearing men's clothing, her handsome appearance made the big girl who passed by blush.

The current Huang Zhihu is eighteen years old, with a slender body, big smart eyes, and cunning.

Who does not know the name of the Fat Tiger of the Imperial City Academy?

"The fat tiger is back?"

"Come on, your Uncle Datian caught a big fish, I've made a pot of soup and I'll be waiting for you."

Cuicui stuck out her head from the store and said with a smile.

At this time, the sun was setting.

Huang Zhihu's eyes lit up, he stretched out his arms to hug the tiger-headed boy, and walked towards the small shop in the Southern Wilderness.

In the store behind her, Zuo Yuting, who was wearing a blue-gray robe and an alchemist badge on her chest, also walked out.

On the side of the avenue, Zuo Lin, who was a little older, laughed, packed the carriage and horses, and walked over to the small table set up in Shao Datian.

After Han Muye and Mu Wan left the Danyuan Pavilion in Guanyueli, Shao Datian, Cuicui and his family, the three Zuo family, and Huang Zhihu who came to the imperial city, basically all gathered around a table to eat. .

"Hey, Uncle Datian, this fish is very authentic. Is it from Xianyue Lake?"

The yellow fat tiger clamped a piece of fish, his eyes narrowed into crescents.

"Now those gods in Xianyue Lake are getting more and more stingy, and they are not even allowed to go fishing." Huang Zhihu muttered as he put the fish into his mouth.

Cuicui smiled and went to feed the tiger head.

Two big ones, don't need them to worry.

"There's no way, many people are having a hard time now, and there are many fishing there." Shao Datian whispered, and then lowered his head to deal with the fish in front of him.

On his body, he was wearing a blue guard battalion uniform.

Now he is a small army captain in the patrol battalion, mainly responsible for patrolling around Xianyue Lake.

This is the errand that Bao Mingcheng helped him find.

Hearing Shao Datian's words, Zuo Lin also sighed.

"I don't know how Yulong is now."

Zuo Yulong had become a non-commissioned officer of Confucianism and Taoism three years ago, and went to other states and counties to be a guard officer.

If in the past, his son could become a jinshi and a guard, Zuo Lin would wake up with laughter.

But now in this world, the sky is mysterious, and the practitioners everywhere are difficult to suppress, and Confucianism and Taoism are guarded, but they are also powerless.

Zuo Yulong's temperament made Zuo Lin very worried.

"Don't worry, Yulong was trained in Danyuan Pavilion." Shao Datian comforted.

Zuo Lin grinned, took a mouthful of fish, and said in a low voice, "That is, Young Master and the young lady's Dan Yuange, Dan Yuange's alchemy..."

Even if Han Muye and Mu Wan are not in Danyuan Pavilion, the legend of Danyuan Pavilion has never been broken.

Ahead, a carriage stopped.

The curtain of the car was lifted, and Yun Duan with a sullen face stuck his head out.

"Zhihu, let's go."

Huang Zhihu turned his head, drank the fish soup in the bowl in one gulp, stood up, tidied up his clothes, and strode over.

"It's not that I told you, you are the prince, do you have to do it yourself for murder?"

Huang Zhihu muttered as he boarded the carriage.

"Come on, give me a smile."

"Go away, I'm not in the mood today."

...

The carriage was far away, and Zuo Yuting said worriedly: "Since the trial of Xuanyang Guard's preparation of commanders, Zhihu has to go out almost every day, and then come back bloody."

"I don't know if it's fortunate or unfortunate to be the righteous daughter of the shopkeeper..."

Hearing her words, Shao Datian said loudly, "It's naturally a great blessing for your son to let her have the ability to kill."

Zuo Lin nodded, raised his head, and was suddenly stunned.

"Son..."

The one who walked slowly under the afterglow of the setting sun was not Han Muye, the former shopkeeper of Danyuan Pavilion, but who was it?

"Any fish?"

"Yes, I haven't eaten the fish in Xianyue Lake for a long time."

Han Muye walked to the small wooden table, sat down, and said with a smile.

"Son..."

Shao Datian and Cuicui burst into tears.

Han Muye, who survived the Expanding Aperture, has quietly returned.

Danyuan Pavilion is still the original Danyuan Pavilion, but Mu Wan is missing.

Standing in the small courtyard, he was silent for a long time.

In the mortal world, there is such a woman accompanying him.

The woman was careful and went all out, wanting to walk with him.

In the world, is there a better woman than Mu Wan?

"Young Master, Miss, she's in three days now?" Cuicui, who was standing not far away, finally couldn't help but speak.

Han Muye nodded, let out a sigh of relief, and said, "Junior sister's temperament is not in this battle, that's fine."

"Yeah, Miss is kind-hearted, so don't stay in Tianxuan." Shao Datian said softly, "Tianxuan, it's messy now."

Han Muye and Mu Wan's wing are still there, but the quiet room of pill refining has been changed into her own wing by Huang Zhihu.

According to Huang Zhihu, she doesn't pill refining, so it is better for her to live in this quiet room.

"Miss Zhihu studied at the Imperial City Academy. Later, the trial of Xuanyang Guard's prepared commander began, and she took your place, son, and participated in the trial."

"There are many chaotic situations all over Tianxuan, and Miss Zhihu often has tasks."

"Prince Yun Duan and Miss Zhihu have a good relationship. It is said that they are said to be in love..." Zuo Lin whispered about what happened after Han Muye left.

Compassionate?

Han Muye's mouth twitched.

Walking into his original wing, the furnishings inside were the same as before.

Sitting on the wooden couch, Han Muye slowly closed his eyes.

Around him, the faint power of the soul flickered, and finally turned into nothingness.

Soul and body are still a little difficult to control.

Stepping directly into the Expanding Aperture Fifth Stage, whether it is your own Cultivation Base or your physical body, requires a process of adaptation.

Therefore, he came to the place where he practiced his heart.

In this small backyard of Danyuan Pavilion, he felt at peace in his heart.

"Om-"

Behind Han Muye, the phantom of Kui Niu appeared.

The power of the divine beast has already controlled more than 90%, because the physical strength is too strong, he needs to use the power of Kui Niu to suppress it at any time to balance the physical strength.

In the body, Qi Sea, Dantian, the swords in the divine treasure have been unified.

The Nascent Soul sword has been transformed into the sword of the primordial spirit.

When the sword of his primordial spirit and the power of the flesh are combined, he will be able to step into a higher level and break through the Realm above the realm of heaven.

A golden long sword wrapped around Han Mu's body. This is his soul.

The primordial spirit of others is an incarnation, and he is a sword.

Sword Ray flickers, and every spin is a breath.

The strength of this sword incarnation, Han Muye himself does not know.

Anyway, when resisting the Expanding Aperture Thunder Tribulation, the Tribulation Thunder couldn't do anything about him.

In the end, the nine Thunder Dragons were swallowed by his Primordial Spirit.

"Bam—"

Outside the room, there was a loud bang.

Han Muye chuckled, his primordial spirit returned to his place, his body moved, and he landed in the small courtyard.

It was already midnight, and the blood-stained yellow-haired tiger in his blue shirt had a gloomy expression and held a long sword in his hand.

Huang Zhihu was stunned for a while until he saw Han Muye, and then a smile appeared on his face.

"Father..."

"I can't imagine that it was you who came back."

"I thought, who is..."

Looking at the yellow-fat tiger with a vigilant face and blood on his body, Han Muye nodded.

Since the age of ten, this girl has lived alone in Bailu Mountain.

Han Muye can give her the best practice in the world, but can't give her enough security.

"Let me see how your swordsmanship is doing now." Han Muye said lightly.

"Father, how can my swordsmanship—" Huang Zhihu didn't finish his words, and the sword in his hand was already handed to Han Muye.

This little guy is much more refined than her father.

Han Muye sighed in his heart and raised his hand a little.

"when--"

The sword shook, and the Yellow Fat Tiger did not retreat, and a short sword in his left hand stabbed out.

Crescent moon, contrarian.

This melee sword is fast and agile.

"Not bad." Han Muye said softly, flicking his fingers, and knocking the dagger into the air.

"These two swords were taught to you by Third Sister and Zhao Youzhi?"

That ruthless sword shot was Li San's swordsmanship.

Against the trend of the crescent moon, Han Muye passed on Zhao Youzhi.

"Brother Lu Yang presides over the trial. Uncle Shi and the others are all in Tianxuan as the supervisor of the trial."

Huang Zhihu put away his long and short swords and spoke in a low voice.

Lu Yang presides over the trial?

Also, Lu Yang is the future leader of Xuanyang Guard, and it is also suitable for him to preside over the trial of the preparatory commander.

Moreover, the current Dao conflict is not too fierce, both sides have their own stable fundamentals, and Lu Yang has not had many wars outside the world.

"Go wash and sleep, I will accompany you to Xuanyangwei Camp tomorrow."

Han Muye waved his hand and turned back to his wing.

Standing in the small courtyard, Huang Zhihu was silent for a while, with a smile on his face.

"Haha, my Yellow Fat Tiger's backer is back."

"In the future, daddy can walk sideways in the imperial city..."

He kicked open the wing room, and Huang Zhihu ran inside.

...

When she got up, it was already three poles in the sun.

The yellow-haired tiger with unkempt hair and loose robes walked out of the wing and saw Han Muye sitting beside the stone table in the small courtyard.

"Father..." Huang Zhihu stuck out his tongue.

"Cuicui told me that you sleep until noon every day, and often don't go home at night."

Han Muye looked up and said lightly, "Put on women's clothes."

Huang Zhihu was stunned for a moment, and then quickly said: "Foster father, women's clothes are inconvenient, I never wear-"

Her words were glared back by Han Muye.

She murmured, turned around and entered the wing. It was not until a quarter of an hour later that she wore a pale yellow dress and walked out slowly.

"Let Cuicui comb your hair for you." Han Muye glanced and said.

Huang Zhihu touched the bun that he casually knotted, and with an "oh" sound, he left the small courtyard and went to the next door.

"Hey, this little girl has grown up like this, will the sixth brother blame me?" Han Muye whispered in the small courtyard.

When Huang Zhihu wore women's clothes to the small shop in the Southern Wilderness, Hutou and the three of them were stunned.

"Look at what?"

Huang Zhihu stared, and made the three little guys take a step back.

She suddenly remembered something, bent down, reached out and pinched Hutou's ear: "Hutou, sister, is she beautiful?"

Tiger nodded.

"Haha, Aunt Cui, add an egg to Hutou, it's mine." Huang Zhihu smiled and ran into the shop to find Cui Cui.

By the time she came out, her hair had been gathered up in a beautiful bun.

"Our Zhihu body looks like a rare beauty in the imperial city, so we have to wear men's clothes."

"Look, the guy who eats buns over there has stuffed the buns in their noses." Cuicui walked out with a twisted Huang Zhihu and laughed out loud.

Huang Zhihu's face was rarely red, and he grabbed Cui Cui's sleeve: "Aunt Cui, I want to eat braised beef noodles, and I want a drawer of Sanxian steamed buns."

Just as Cui Cui nodded to answer, Han Muye's voice sounded: "What to eat, there is no need for practitioners to waste this food."

"You should quit your lust for words later."

Ring?

Huang Zhihu's face suddenly collapsed.

"Go, go to Xuanyangwei Camp." Han Muye said again.

Huang Zhihu looked at his clothes: "I, am I going like this?"

Han Muye nodded and turned to the frame that Zuo Lin had prepared.

"It's miserable, the reputation of my Imperial City Sword Tiger is going to be ruined..." Huang Zhihu stretched out his hand to cover his face and paced slowly.

"This lady—" a voice sounded.

"Go away." Huang Zhihu snorted coldly, and rushed into the carriage in a few steps, and the carriage sped away.

"Stepping on someone else's foot, and being so arrogant..." Someone whispered beside the avenue.

...

As the carriage moved forward, the Yuyuan Street that Han Muye saw was still prosperous, but there was a little more rush.

More people wear swords and look resolute.

There are also many people who are a little more confused.

Although the imperial city is still the same imperial city, the chaos everywhere has affected the imperial city to some extent.

The general trend is like this, and there is no way to be spared.

In the carriage, Huang Zhihu, who was sitting upright, introduced the current situation of the Imperial City and Tianxuan in a low voice.

Most of the Confucian and Taoist cultivators in the imperial city were outside the realm, and most of the cultivators Han Muye knew, except Mr. Qingteng who taught on the Yongding River, were almost not in the imperial city.

Now the main teachings of the Imperial City Academy are those Grandmaster realm, and there are few Grand Great Masters.

The strong Grand Great Master is basically not out of bounds, and is suppressing everywhere.

The vast majority of the powerhouses in Xuanyang Guard are also outside the world.

"Foster father, I have discussed with Crown Prince Yun Duan and are going to go to Beijing."

Huang Zhihu raised his head and said in a low voice.

Out of Beijing?

These two guys are not too timid, they even want to go out of Beijing.

Outside the imperial city, there are more forces that dare to intercept the royal family.

The suppression of Confucianism and Taoism is not enough, Xuanyang Guards are attacking everywhere, Huang Zhihu and the others are currently only on missions around the imperial city.

Huang Zhihu and Yun Duan are daring and will often go out of the city and walk along the Yongding River.

According to Huang Zhihu, many practitioners violated the law, disrupted the order of Tianxuan, and should be killed.

Last night, Yun Duan searched for the Yellow Fat Tiger because a tribute from a county was looted.

Han Muye sat in the carriage, narrowed his eyes, nodded and said, "Let's talk about it."

When he returned to Tianxuan, he also had the idea of ​​stabilizing Tianxuan.

However, unlike Huang Zhihu's petty fights, if he wants to make a move, he will naturally sweep the world.

The carriage moved forward, and the surrounding pedestrians changed their clothes, all dressed in black robes.

Xuan Yangwei.

Dressed in black, with a bright heart.

In front is the Xuanyangwei camp.

All the preparatory commanders are here to accept tasks, but also to receive systematic teaching and training.

"It's the frame of the Sword Tiger."

Seeing Zuo Lin driving in a car, someone whispered.

Everyone was busy getting out of the way.

Han Muye turned his head to look at the Yellow Fat Tiger.

"That, I, I am, that's right, swordsmanship is better..." Huang Zhihu tangled his fingers and lowered his head.

The carriage stopped three miles outside the camp, and Han Muye got out of the carriage.

Everyone around was stunned when they saw Han Muye getting out of the car.

Isn't this frame from Huangzhihu, Imperial City Sword Tiger?

The next moment, the yellow-haired tiger wearing a yellow dress and a lady's hair bun lowered his head and got out of the car.

That inadvertently raised his eyes made the surrounding Xuanyang Guard soldiers straighten their eyes.

Huang Zhihu glared fiercely, wanting to take big strides to chase after his adoptive father, but was wrapped in his clothes, so he could only take small steps to catch up.

"Is that, Sword Tiger?"

A young man in a black robe looked blank, and reached out to cover his own face.

"If I had known, I would have been slapped one more time..."

"Imperial City Sword Tiger, is such a beautiful woman?" Someone's eyes lit up, and he touched his shoulder, which was still aching, and the pain was gone.

Han Muye was stopped in front of the camp.

Several Xuanyang Guards in black armor looked solemn, with vigilance in their eyes.

"Xuanyangwei camp, idle people, etc., are not allowed to enter!"