Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 220 Gentleman's Sword, Grand Qi (5,000-character Chapter 22)

This is not a good answer.

If he said yes, it meant that he had ambitions for the suzerain position.

If you say no, it means that you have a different heart for the sect.

This Tuobacheng old guy is very bad.

"Uncle Tuoba, don't worry, if there is a chance to refine the Xuying Pill, I will definitely make it."

Han Muye cupped his hands, then turned and left.

Watching him walk out of the hall, Zhang Zhihe said with a smile: "This kid has a sense of belonging to the sect, just don't rush it."

Hearing his words, Wu Ziyuan turned his head, with a strange look in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Don't force him? Then the Fengling Sword Sect will not force us?"

"There is also Li Mubai of the Shangyang Demon Sect. For so many years, he has placed his prostitute daughter in my Jiuxuan Mountain. From the outside, it seems that he has a good relationship with my Jiuxuan Sword Sect. 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 sects to protect themselves."

Wu Ziyuan looked at Tuoba Cheng: "Brother Tuoba, the sacrifice of the suzerain, and the sacrifice of senior brother Lu Hao are all for my Nine Profound Sword Sect to pass on forever."

"As long as Han Muye has the righteousness of the sect in mind, he shouldn't bargain and make decisions."

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

Wu Ziyuan was overjoyed, and just about to speak, Tuoba Cheng said again: "I don't know how the relationship between Han Muye and Bai Suzhen is, and on Yunchao Ridge, Master Tu Sun invited him to the Taiyi Sword Sect."

The smile on Wu Ziyuan's face froze.

"The masters of Zhongzhou Xuanyangwei sent an invitation to him." Tuobacheng turned around and said as he walked, "It's really urgent. He is still nourished after leaving the Nine Profound Sword Gate."

Until Zhang Zhihe also left with a smile, the expression on Wu Ziyuan's face hadn't slowed down.

Indeed, as Tuoba Cheng said, people don't necessarily have to hang themselves on a tree in the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

The cohesion of the sect has never been at the expense of the interests of the disciples under the sect.

"No wonder Jinze chose you." Wu Ziyuan glanced at the empty hall, whispered, then turned and walked out.

...

Han Muye returned to the Jiange and went straight to the third floor.

He was not lying when he said that he was going to retreat.

But wait until the Huayun Jinlian is refined into a elixir, and then retreat after swallowing it.

In that way, after changing one's cultivation aptitude, one's cultivation base will definitely improve by leaps and bounds.

At present, he doesn't have many elixirs, and it will be good to deduce the alchemy technique later.

almost.

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

The Xuying Pill, it turns out that the ancestor Tao Ran was studying the Xuying Pill in Mushen City.

Under the current circumstances, Xijiang really should have a few more Heavenly Realms in order to ensure their own safety.

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

As the most powerful person in Western Xinjiang, if Master Wanhua is determined to leave the Profound Sky World and open the passage to seal the town, he still has a chance to succeed in the end.

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

On Yunchao Ridge back then, if Huang Laoliu hadn't taken action to seal the passage and let those demons from outside the world enter the western border, the western border might have been occupied by demons now.

According to Taoist Wanhua, he has already connected with the fairy world.

The fairy world, the world full of immortals and Buddhas.

Lingdaozong.

Wanhua Taoist.

Nascent Soul Triple Powerhouse.

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

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

The fall of this avatar will make Taoist Wanhua need to retreat and adjust his breath for at least three or two years.

Three or two years, this time is too short.

Han Muye wasn't sure that he would have the strength to fight the Great Elder of Lingdao Sect and Daoist Wanhua within three to two years.

Moreover, this matter cannot be told to others.

When the passage under Yunchao Ridge was opened, even Master Tu Sun left the sect and left, let alone the passage suppressed by the Lingdao Sect, which could contact the fairy world.

If other practitioners really knew about this, they might rush to help Taoist Wanhua open the town.

Gently clenched his fists, Han Muye's eyes shone brightly.

If that world invades the Tianxuan 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 most reliable to improve your own strength.

Han Muye's heart skipped a beat as he moved Qi, blood and spiritual energy to refine the sword pills in his dantian.

He got up and went down the stairs.

"Brother Han."

Liu Hong, who was sitting behind the long desk, and Yang Mingxuan, who was wiping the swords, bowed their heads.

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

Sword pill.

The sword pills that have been circulated in the western borders may have been scattered by Yuan Tianjian.

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

"Okay, I'll pay more attention to the news about Jianwan." Liu Hong nodded.

Han Muye turned his head and saw Yang Mingxuan walking over.

"Senior Brother Han, is Xijiang going to rearrange the Nine Sects?" 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 sparkle in his eyes, "I want to represent the Mingshan Sword Sect and win the position of the Nine Sects."

Represents Mingshan Sword Sect.

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

Mingshan Sword Sect did not say that Yang Mingxuan was not a member of Mingshan Sword Sect, but for such a long time, even when the suzerain succeeded to the throne, no one was sent to invite Yang Mingxuan.

Obviously, no one in Mingshan Jianzong would care about Yang Mingxuan.

But Yang Mingxuan still remembered Yang Dingshan's words.

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

For Yang Dingshan, the position of the Nine Sects in Western Xinjiang is a lifetime goal.

It's a pity that it eventually fell and failed to materialize.

"Help Mingshan Sword Sect become one of the nine western border sects?" Han Muye looked at Yang Mingxuan.

Now Yang Mingxuan has already practiced Yangjianjue and Bingjianjue.

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

With Yang Mingxuan's current combat power, the usual three or four levels of foundation building can still be dealt with.

Such strength is not weak among peers.

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

"I'll think about it, is there any way?" Han Muye nodded.

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

The sentence "When I have no one in Xijiang", die generously.

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

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

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

It was the long sword that he found strange.

Han Muye nodded, and followed him out of the Jiange.

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

Nafang City is not far away, only within a thousand miles, and it belongs to Jiuxuan Jianmen.

very safe.

Han Muye knew that as soon as the nine sects competed for the rules, many sects in Western Xinjiang wanted him to die.

Nor was he prepared to run around lately.

However, under the rule of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, there is no problem.

His own combat power is not afraid of practitioners under the half-step heaven realm.

Together with Liu Hong, he drove the flying boat and went down the mountain lightly.

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

"Laoshan Town, this place is the smallest of the several black markets under the rule of Nine Profound Sword Sect." Liu Hong, who put away his flying boat and changed his clothes, introduced as he walked.

In the black market, everything is shady.

In such a place, outsiders don't have much contact with people who wear the robes of the disciples of the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

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

Anyway, along the way, many people dress up like this, with black robes and masks.

When we arrived at the town, starting from the city gate, we could see practitioners in twos and threes, setting up various stalls.

Those who sell pills, those who sell spiritual materials, all kinds of jade slips, weapons, magic weapons, everything is available.

It's just that from Han Muye's perspective, these things are common.

In the Jiange, he has raised his vision very high.

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

"Senior Brother Han, there are no spirit weapons here, even half-spirit weapons are rare." Seeing that Han Muye's eyes were only swept away and he was not interested in looking at them, Liu Hong said with a smile.

"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 small amount is stolen goods."

It was Han Muye who told him to pick up the leak.

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

Liu Hong led Han Muye to a corner, and saw an old man in green robe sitting there.

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

They are all extremely common things, and together they are not worth three or two spirit stones.

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

"Where is your sword, show me again."

When Liu Hong squatted down, he spoke in a low voice.

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

"Anthracene, so you are fellow Taoist."

The old man narrowed his eyes and said softly: "You have seen it last time, this sword is not sold without eight thousand spirit stones."

Liu Hong nodded and said: "Let me confirm again, if the sword is really good, I will buy it."

As he spoke, a high-grade spirit stone flashed in his palm.

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

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

Han Muye stretched out his hand to hold the long sword, and then put his hand 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 it, why not sell it, just sell it if you give it the spirit stone."

Han Muye lightly stroked the long sword with his palm, and said calmly, "Liu Hong, give him a high-grade spirit stone."

A high-grade spirit stone is worth 10,000 low-grade spirit stones.

This is a direct price increase of two thousand.

Liu Hong nodded, and stretched out his hand to press the high-grade spirit stone into the old man's cuff.

The old man was stunned, and looked at Han Muye: "Fellow Daoist, this sword has been nurtured by me for many years, but it's not worth 10,000 spirit stones."

Selling swords with eight thousand spirit stones, 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 status.

Liu Hong also looked at Han Muye.

He didn't know why Han Muye had to increase the price to accept the sword.

Han Muye chuckled, turned around and left with his sword in hand, and a soft voice came: "The Confucianism and Taoism inheritance in Zhongzhou is very rare in Western Xinjiang."

"This sword has been raised with Haoran's temperature for decades, so it's worth the price no matter what."

Zhongzhou?

Awe-inspiring?

Inheritance of Confucianism and Taoism?

Liu Hong, who was following 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 passed the street corner, the old man gritted his teeth, stood up, gave up the stall, and strode to follow.

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

"Fellow."

"Fellow."

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

This made many people look over curiously.

Han Muye stopped and said calmly, "Why, you don't 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 Taoist, what is going on with you talking about the inheritance of Confucianism and Taoism?"

Han Muye laughed and said, "Didn't you say that this sword was raised by you?"

"You warm up this sword, how come you don't know that there is awe-inspiring energy in this sword?"

The old man's complexion changed, and then he sighed softly, cupped his hands and said, "Friend Daoist, this sword is not something I nurtured."

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

Han Muye nodded.

The old man wasn't lying.

The sword master's aura is still there, but the sword weapon does not resist the sword aura 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 meet the owner of this sword."

Han Muye opened his mouth and said.

The old man froze, fell silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: "He, he has no enmity with you, does he?"

Han Muye shook his head and said, "I've never met him before, how could there be any hatred?"

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

"You Daoist Kong was rescued by me at the foot of the Luguling cliff."

"At that time, he was seriously injured and he had only one breath left."

The old man named Zhang Suotu introduced him as he walked.

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

This person was seriously injured and his cultivation base was crippled, so he sold the sword.

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

The small courtyard is not big, but it is clean.

In a courtyard full of wisterias, a middle-aged man in his forties wearing a green robe sat in a black wheelchair with a calm expression, basking in the sun.

Han Muye and the others walked into the small courtyard, the middle-aged man opened his eyes, and saw Han Muye holding the sword in his hand, his expression didn't change at all.

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

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

"Hehe, fellow daoists, it's really hard for you to move around. Kong has been rude." The middle-aged man clasped his hands and said with a smile.

Han Muye nodded, and stretched out his hand to remove the mask.

Liu Hong also took off the mask.

The middle-aged man was stunned by the youthful faces of the two of them.

Han Muye sat on the stone bench not far from the middle-aged man, put the long sword on the table, 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 the sword energy flowed slowly.

He bought this sword, it is his.

He has already seen the memory in the sword.

What he is curious about now is that it is said that Confucian and Taoist practitioners have a pure heart. He wants to know whether this 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 never expected that there are still people in Xijiang who can recognize awe-inspiring spirit."

Han Muye looked at him with a smile.

"The next Kong Chaode is indeed from Zhongzhou."

"I was originally a secretary of Heze County, Nanyuan County, Zhongzhou. I have practiced Confucianism and Taoism for thirty years."

As the middle-aged man spoke, his aura slowly changed.

Standing behind Han Muye, Liu Hong felt an indescribable majesty coming towards him.

This made him feel that there was nowhere to escape the darkness in his heart, as if he had to tell the whole story after spending several nights at the foot of the mountain.

"Cough cough." Han Muye coughed lightly, which shocked Liu Hong.

He blushed and quickly lowered his head.

"The inheritance of Confucianism and Taoism in Zhongzhou is the most benevolent and just. Those who can practice Confucianism and Taoism are 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 Wenshu, why are you willing to sell this gentleman's sword?"

gentleman sword.

It is nourished by its own awe-inspiring air, and the sword aura is the awe-inspiring air.

People raise swords with Confucianism and Taoism knowledge, and swords raise people with the will of a gentleman.

This sword is considered a Confucian and Taoist treasure.

Although the grade is relatively low.

Hearing Han Muye's words, Kong Chaode shook his head, sighed softly, "I'm dying soon, it's hard to repay Brother Daoist Zhang for saving my life, only this sword can be worth some 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 awe-inspiring spirit, even a piece of spirit stone is too expensive for this sword."

"You sell 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 became solemn.

He cupped his hands, and said in a deep voice: "Fellow Daoists really know Haoran Qi, so there must be a way to contact Zhongzhou."

"Fellow Daoist, please help me send a message to Xuanyang Wei, saying that Qian Yiming, the Commander of Zhennan, used public weapons for private use. He clearly wanted to crusade against the Southern Desolation, but in fact he was trying to seize the Mysterious Realm of the Southern Desolation Myriad Demons."

Finally said it.

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

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

It was also unintentional that Qian Yiming conquered the Southern Wilderness knowing that it was for the Mysterious Realm of Ten Thousand Monsters.

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

Fortunately, the Kong family in Heze County is also a big family, and they have connections in the imperial city.

With the help of his clansmen, Kong Chaode fled all the way.

But Qian Yiming was ruthless enough to create the illusion of monsters attacking Zhongzhou, slaughtered the Kong family, and cut off Kong Chaode's way to the imperial city, so he could only go to Nanhuang.

Kong Chaode crossed the Southern Wilderness, was chased and killed by the masters of the Chiyan Army, and was followed by monsters. It was not until the battle at Yunchao Ridge that he escaped to the western border with the help of chaotic battles on the battlefield.

It's just that he was affected on Yunchao Ridge and suffered serious injuries.

"Fellow Daoist, I beg you to tell me that Qian Yiming knows the secrets in the Mysterious Realm of Myriad Monsters."

"Unfortunately I have no way of knowing."

Kong Chaode cupped his hands towards Han Muye, and 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 Lu Butcher. For a hundred years, Minister Wen will not interfere in their affairs."

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 killing of my Kong Family Manchu?"

Han Muye nodded, then shook his head, leaned down slightly, and said in a low voice: "You can choose to live a good life, maybe you can wait for the opportunity."

"I'm very interested in your talent in running a county's grain and grass and dispatching a 30,000 army logistics."

Kong Chaode raised his head and looked at Han Muye.

"You, who are you?"

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