Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

27. Playing As A Disciple Of Mo Yuan And Returning To His Hometown

When he returned to Jiange, Huang Laoliu was cleaning up the books on the desktop.

Seeing Han Muye come back, he grinned and placed two Spirit Stones on the table.

"Sixth brother also opened today?" Han Muye smiled and reached out to pick up two pieces of Spirit Stones.

He now has three top-grade Spirit Stones on him, and he really doesn't have one of the low-grade Spirit Stones.

"It's a good day, here are the two inner disciplines leading the sword." Huang Laoliu said with a smug look on his face.

The leader of the sword receives filial piety, and the person who watches the sword is divided into Spirit Stones. This is an unspoken rule in the sword pavilion.

As long as you can knock a few pieces, it depends on the swordsman's own skills.

Huang Laoliu can divide Han Muye two pieces of Spirit Stones, and he has at least five or six pieces in his hand.

"Sixth brother, I want to go down the mountain for a few days." Han Muye put away the Spirit Stones and said in a low voice.

Downhill?

Huang Laoliu looked at Han Muye, and then his expression flashed.

This guy, the speed is good, so I'm going to go down the mountain with that Junior Sister Mu, to achieve good things?

On the mountain, many things are not very convenient.

Just like, the dual culture thing.

"Yes, in a few days, if the ancestor asks, I will report it." Huang Laoliu asked with a smile.

"Five or six days." Han Muye did the math, back and forth.

"It's better for you young people." Huang Lao Liu glanced at Han Muye's mottled temples, shook his head, and walked back to the quiet room.

Han Muye felt that Huang Lao Liu must have misunderstood something, but he just thought about it and didn't explain it.

He returned to the quiet room, observed those Sword intents in Qi Sea, and then recalled the cultivation technique and those sword skills.

Strangely, when he held the Mo Yuan long sword today, there was a sense of resistance in the sword.

Nothing was realized.

I don't know why this is.

Early the next morning, Han Muye placed a top-quality cloud qi pill and three high-quality cloud qi pills on the wooden couch in the quiet room, and then left quietly.

If one's lifespan is really exhausted, then these cloud qi pills will be given to Huang Laoliu as an acquaintance.

Walking out of the sword pavilion, he looked towards the east where the fish belly was white, took a deep breath, adjusted the Ziyan sword behind him, and strode towards the front of the mountain gate.

Along the way, there are Outer Sect disciples wearing blue robes and grey robes from time to time, and the handyman disciples bowed and saluted.

Because he was wearing the white robe of the inner discipline.

When they arrived at the mountain gate, Mo Yuan had not yet arrived.

There were quite a few Outer Sect disciples and handymen coming and going there.

Listening to their discussion, it seems that there are visitors from outside the sect today, and they are going to set up the square in front of the mountain gate to welcome them.

"Snapped--"

With a crisp sound, a flower pot held by a handyman in a gray robe smashed to pieces.

"Don't you have eyes?" With a low voice, the Outer Sect disciple beside the handyman shouted angrily, kicking his foot on the back of the handyman disciple.

The handyman disciple staggered, turned somersaults, and fell to the ground.

Location, not far from Han Muye.

Han Muye, who was too lazy to care about this, lowered his head, saw the appearance of the handyman disciple, a smile flashed on his face, took two steps forward, and stretched out his hand.

"Lu Dage."

The one who fell to the ground was Lu Gao, the handyman disciple who led Han Muye into the Nine Profound Sword Gate.

Lu Gao raised his head and saw Han Muye in white robes for a moment. He subconsciously got up, and then bowed and saluted.

Handy disciples have the lowest status in the Sect, not to mention seeing the inner discipline in white robes, even Outer Sect disciples can shout to them.

"Lu Gao has seen Senior Brother."

After speaking, Lu Gao quietly raised his head to look at Han Muye.

His eyes fell on Han Muye's face, and he was stunned again: "Han, Brother Han..."

The two were reminiscing here, and the Outer Sect and the handyman disciples also saw it.

Hearing Lu Gao calling Brother Han Muye, the Outer Sect disciple who kicked Lu Gao turned pale.

"Honey, Lu Gao has a brother in the Inner Sect?" A handyman in a gray robe whispered, his face full of envy.

"I haven't heard of it on weekdays, and I don't know what the relationship is." Some people looked at Han Muye and Lu Gao, trying to guess how close they were.

"This handyman disciple actually has an inner disciple as a backer, and Sun Santong is kicking the iron plate this time." Not far away, among the Outer Sect disciples wearing green robes, someone spoke in a low voice.

"Brother, calm down, I didn't mean to kick Brother Lugao, it's really an urgent task." Outer Sect disciple named Sun Santong hurried forward, bowed to Han Muye, and explained profusely.

He is not stupid. When Han Muye asks or Lu Gao complains, Han Muye will punish himself for Face.

Better to admit wrong.

Han Muye didn't look at him, just looked at Lu Gao and said, "Is there something wrong with Lu Dage's body?" His attitude surprised Lu Gao.

He knew that Han Muye was a swordsman in the sword pavilion, not the inner discipline of the real Cultivation Base, but outsiders didn't know it!

Among the sectors, only robes are recognized.

Here today, Han Muye, who wears the Inner Sect white robe, is kind to himself, and in the future, others will look at him highly wherever he goes.

"Nothing, nothing." Lu Gao reached out and patted the dust on his body, then said cheerfully.

Han Muye nodded, turned his head to see that a frame had reached the mountain gate, and two Outer Sect disciples in green robes followed the frame and strode forward.

The frame stopped, and the two galloping horses snorted and kicked their hooves on the bluestone slab.

"Okay, you don't have to send it." An old voice came from the frame.

It was Mo Yuan.

The two of them looked at each other at the back of the frame, sighed softly, and one cupped hands and said, "Senior brother, this is a long journey with mountains and rivers, and the journey is smooth."

Another person also said: "Senior brother, take care."

In the frame, Mo Yuan hummed softly.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes and looked at the frame.

Mo Yuan spent two hundred years in Outer Sect, and when he left, only two people saw him off.

This scene is really bleak.

He took a few steps forward and jumped to sit in front of the frame.

"Thank you for sending me off." Turning his head, he raised his hand and threw out two Medicine Pills.

The two Qingpao Outer Sect disciples were taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously caught it.

"hiss--"

"This is, this is a fine cloud Qi Dan!"

The two exclaimed in surprise, and then bowed to Han Muye: "Thank you, brother, for the reward."

The high-quality Yunqi Dan costs 300 Spirit Stones per piece. For Outer Sect disciples, it is impossible to earn it without eating or drinking for several years.

Han Muye pulled the reins and the frame slowly moved forward.

When he reached Lu Gao's side, he threw the jade bottle with only the last fine Yunqi Pill left.

"Lu Dage, I'll treat you to a drink when I come back."

Lu Gao reached out to catch the jade bottle and clenched his hands tightly.

"Okay, drink, drink..."

The corners of his mouth trembled and his shoulders trembled.

The high-quality Yunqi Dan, this is a windfall for him!

The two Outer Sect disciples who were also rewarded over there cupped hands towards Lu Gaoyi: "In Xia Luocheng, in Xia Qin Yi, I don't know the name of the apprentice and disciple?"

Lu Gao cupped hands quickly: "Lu Gao has seen two brothers."

The two nodded and left with a smile.

This is a nod to the acquaintance.

With this friendship, you might be able to support each other in the future.

All of this comes from one person.

Everyone looks at the frame that goes forward.

A gust of breeze blew up the curtains on the car window, revealing a green robe and a white beard.

"Cyan robe, either Outer Sect or Elder, hiss—"

Someone whispered and turned to look at the grinning Lu Gao, even more envious.

Brother Inner Sect drives the car, it can only be Elder!

This Inner Sect senior brother is so close to an Elder and walks together!

"Senior Brother Lu, how close we should be in the future!"