Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

The affinity of the water veins wrapped him, as if immersed in the water, and sank to the bottom of the lake.

Xianyue Lake is not too deep, and the center position is only a hundred feet.

However, the water Spiritual Qi is rich, and the turquoise aura wraps Han Muye's whole body.

Some large and small swimming fish came over and surrounded his body, seeming to be very curious.

With his feet on the bluestone at the bottom of the lake, Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

Behind him, a faint shadow of the divine beast appeared.

The phantom of the divine beast covered his body, and then blended with the water Spiritual Qi.

With this phantom, no one can break Han Muye's defense.

Today's dual cultivation pill refining is rewarding, but it also allows him to inspire the tyrannical spirit in the blood of the beast.

At this time, with the help of Spiritual Qi in the water, he can relax his mind a little.

However, it is not enough.

He slowly closed his eyes, and the power of blood and soul that had been silent on his body slowly disappeared, as if it had never existed.

The next moment, the golden light of the sword pavilion in the far west is flickering!

In the sword pavilion, Liu Hong, who was sitting cross-legged, muttered, and then left.

Brother Han had instructed that after the Jiange formation was activated, the people in the sword pavilion would leave, and return after the formation was closed.

Well, let's go down the mountain and have a look.

Last time, Run.

When Liu Hong left the sword pavilion, he did not notice that the golden light on the back of the sword pavilion shook slightly.

Even on the entire Jiuxuan Mountain, no one sensed the changes in the Jiange Pavilion at this time.

No one knows that the current Jiange is no longer in its place!

The golden sword pavilion is now just a projection.

The real sword pavilion is already in the void thousands of miles away!

In the endless void, a huge mythical beast resembling a mountain and land, holding a three-story attic with a flashing golden aura on its back, suspended quietly.

The body of the beast tyrant!

I'm afraid no one in this world knows that Han Muye suppressed the beast's body in the space under the sword pavilion.

The sword pavilion and the beast body are interdependent.

"Roar--"

In the distance, a roar came, and a group of huge alien beasts up to 100 feet long spread their wings and rushed towards the god beast in excitement.

They have been observing for a long time, and there is no imposing manner on this divine beast. It is either in meditation or seriously injured.

It may take thousands of years for a powerful divine beast to enter the meditation practice.

For those alien beasts, taking advantage of the divine beast's entry into meditation, they might be able to gain benefits.

Such a powerful divine beast, even if it absorbs a trace of bloodline power, has endless benefits.

As for the tyrannical and boundless giant beasts, they generally do not wake up from meditation and interrupt their cultivation because of this trace of blood loss.

Not worth the loss.

The alien beast roared, and the divine beast did not respond.

This made those alien beasts even more excited.

Just as thousands of alien beasts were about to fly off Ba Xia's body, a golden light flashed.

The three-story sword pavilion that was carried on the back of the beast, suddenly Sword Ray appeared.

At this moment, Ba Xia, who had closed his eyes, also opened his eyes.

wake.

The tyranny, like the breath from the ancient times, suppressed all the alien beasts.

The tyrannical power in that bloodline seems to crush their bodies into powder.

"Bam—"

"Bam—"

The alien beasts that had not yet reached the heavenly realm were all shattered, and their bodies were covered with blood and Monster Qi scattered on the backs of the divine beasts.

"Om-"

The Sword Ray that flew out of the sword pavilion has arrived. Thirty thousand swords are swirling around, spinning constantly, smashing the surrounding beasts.

When all the long swords flew back with a trace of Blood Qi, the back of the beast was empty.

Ba Xia's eyes slowly closed again, and then he raised his feet and moved elsewhere.

The alien beasts in this space have almost been hunted.

In the distance, the world of Ninth Stage exudes an uncontrollable aura, attracting all the forces to gather there.

In the sword pavilion, all the swords fell back, and the blood on them was slowly absorbed, merging with the Sword Qi on the sword body, warming the swords.

Above the sword pavilion, the golden light dissipated.

On Jiuxuan Mountain, the sword pavilion was silent.

At the bottom of Xianyue Lake, Han Muye opened his eyes.

There was still a trace of Sword Ray surging in his eyes, which shocked a few swimming fish not far away in front of him.

Sword Ray flashed away, and the aura disappeared from his eyes.

Behind him, the phantom of the beast slowly faded away.

Moisture soothed, a slaughter, and finally suppressed the tyranny in the blood of the divine beast.

At this moment, his physical strength increased infinitely.

The faint blood-colored power leaked out of the body, shaking the water away.

A wry smile appeared on the corner of Han Muye's mouth, allowing his figure to be wrapped in the lake water and slowly float up.

His physical strength increased too fast, and his divine soul and Spiritual Qi couldn't keep up with the control speed.

I thought that a dual cultivation pill refining today would allow me to control the body of the beast, and refining the power of the beast would be more helpful.

It turned out that way.

It originally took more than half an hour to clean up the alien beasts, but this time it only took less than a quarter of an hour.

But with the control of more power, the power of the body is too violent, and it is a process to adapt.

If it has been like this, when will I be able to meet my sister-in-law frankly?

Do you really want to let the junior sister take the initiative?

Although it is more interesting, it is a bit difficult.

"Whoa-"

The figure rushed out of the water and landed on the shore of the lake, and Han Muye turned to look forward.

Over there, an old man in a gray robe just turned his head.

The old man held a wine Calabash in his hand, his face was gray and withered, and there was wine dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"Hehe, I want to die, but I don't dare?"

The old man looked at Han Muye, chuckled lightly, and then handed Calabash the wine forward: "Or, if you have a drink, you will have the guts to die."

Han Muye looked down, because of the uncontrollable power, he was soaked in the lake water, and he really looked a little embarrassed.

"I have wine."

Han Muye walked over, took out a small Calabash, lifted the stopper, and took a sip.

The wine enters the throat, penetrates the intestines and enters the abdomen, and is fiery.

Sword Qi in Qi Sea also oscillated slightly.

The sad wine that was able to condense Sword Qi back then is of little use now.

The old man shrugged and glanced at Han Muye's Calabash, then put his own Calabash to his mouth and took a big sip.

The old man's hand was holding Calabash, shaking a little.

Han Muye didn't say anything, just sat on the reef and took a sip after a while.

The two did not speak, each drank their own wine.

The night wind is blowing, the lake is rippling, and there are fewer and fewer lights on.

On the cruise ship in the distance, the lights went out little by little.

"Hey, it's better to live..." The old man sighed when the last fishing lantern went out.

"The beauty of the world, the memory of the world, who doesn't want to live?"

"You can only drink if you live."

Lift up Calabash, clear wine entry.

Han Muye can smell a refreshing aroma.

But the old man had a strong sense of death lingering around him.

This is the appearance of when life is about to be cut off.

When Han Muye only had a few days of his life left, outsiders looked at him like this.

"My shop opens tomorrow, so I won't be drinking with you." Han Muye stood up and put away the little Calabash.

The old man nodded and said, "That's a good thing."

After saying that, he looked around, and when he saw nothing, he reached out and tore off a corner of his clothes and threw it at Han Muye.

"Take it, it's my gift to your drinking friend."

"When you make a lot of money, remember to invite me to drink."

After speaking, he took another sip of wine.

After taking a sip, he shook the Calabash in his hand, as if feeling that the wine was running out, he possessed and pressed the Calabash down, pressed his mouth into the lake water, and poured it into the lake.

In Calabash, it's just water.

Han Muye's eyes fell on the old man, and he was silent for a moment. He took out a jade bottle and put it on the bluestone, then held half of the corner of his clothes, turned around and left.

The old man looked at Han Muye's back, his eyes were hazy, as if he was really drunk.

He stretched out his hand to pick up the jade bottle, and the original intoxicated look on his face slowly turned solemn.

"Blood Jade Immortal Pill?"

"A fourth rank Dan is willing to take out his hand?"

Holding the jade bottle, the dead silence in the old man's eyes seemed to have a little more vitality.

"Does this recognize me?"

"I look like this, there are people in the imperial city who know me?"

Holding the jade bottle, the old man's aura slowly solidified.

"The Blood Jade Immortal Spirit Pill can prolong my life for three years. In these three years, let the world know that I, Xu Wei, are still alive."

Standing up, a faint divine light flashed on the old man's face.

A cloud of air in the jade bottle hit him directly.

"This method of pill refining is interesting, and it also saves the old man's refining efforts."

The voice was there, the old man was no longer on the bluestone, and there was only a Calabash wine, the aroma of wine wafting in the wind.

Han Muye, who was walking on the bluestone path, held the corner of his clothes in his hand, and his expression changed.

Qingteng Xu said.

He never imagined that if he accidentally came to Xianyue Lake to absorb water vapor and suppress the power of his blood, he would be able to meet this great cultivator of Confucianism and Taoism who had disappeared for countless years. There are rumors in the world that Qingteng Xu Wei has long since fallen into confusion and died.

Unexpectedly, he was in the imperial city.

Although his body is rotten and his lifespan is about to expire, he is still alive.

I don't know, is he willing to refine that Medicine Pill?

The Blood Jade Immortal Pill, which is worth tens of millions of Spirit Stones, can restore the body of the Expanding Aperture cultivator to life. For Xu Wei, it is estimated that it can only prolong his life for three or five years.

Because what Han Muye sensed, Xu Wei's death energy all came from his mind.

In the world, Medicine Pill, how can you save those who beg for death?

If it wasn't for the desire to die, how could such a major cultivator of Xu Wei be able to die?

Not to mention immortality, at least it can live the same life as the Confucian and Taoist world of Tianxuan.

If you don't want to continue refining the Medicine Pill, I'm afraid there will be another withered body sinking to the bottom in Xianyue Lake?

Looking down at the corner of his clothes, Han Muye wondered if Xu Wei would refine the Medicine Pill.

There are stains all over the corner.

It has some ink marks on it.

A faint aura surged, and pictures appeared in Han Muye's mind.

Green robes with large sleeves, ink brushes on white scrolls.

That figure splashing ink, who is not Mr. Qingteng who is known as the most elegant of Confucianism and Taoism?

The ink is moist and swaying freely.

Mountains and rivers, vegetation.

Under the pen, it is heaven and earth.

At this moment, Han Muye seemed to see the sun, the moon, the stars, the flow of heaven and earth, and the ups and downs of time.

"The road is obstructed?"

Squinting his eyes, Han Muye's aura dissipated from his hands.

Enlightened but not fully enlightened, and fell into another First Stage Avenue.

With these opportunities, Cheng Ze soared into the sky and became holy on the spot.

Defeat, die.

Of course, the Tao is endless, and it is impossible for many people to see through it.

The great cultivator who has fallen into the obscurity of the Tao, I have never heard of anyone who can overcome it.

Maybe there is, but those people have disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

After pondering for a moment, Han Muye carefully tucked the corners of his clothes.

Without the same state of mind as the Grand Great Master of Confucianism and Taoism, if you look at the corner of this shirt more, I am afraid that your heart will collapse.

This also explains why Mr. Qingteng no longer appears in front of people.

Putting away the corners of his clothes, Han Muye froze and disappeared.

He reappeared, and he had already arrived at his own courtyard.

Glancing at Mu Wan's wing, he walked slowly into his room.

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Yuyuan Street, Viewing the Moon.

The early morning mist had not cleared, and there were not many people on the street.

The shop of Nanhuang Snacks opened early, and the enticing aroma wafted in the steaming heat.

Make some breakfast in the morning and cook the children's favorite food during the day. Shao Datian and Cuicui are now full of energy.

Because the daily income of spiritual coins can make Cuicui wake up in the middle of the night with a smile.

Bao Ming, who was wearing a green robe, was standing across the street, his hands behind his back, and his eyes fixed on the next door to the snack bar.

Over there, the door of Danyuan Pavilion has been opened, and there is a plaque covered with red silk on the door.

It looks like it's going to open today.

"Uncle, you asked me to bring my brothers here, aren't you just selling buns for the tiger demon who is here to watch the Southern Wilderness?" Behind Bao Mingcheng, a young man in black murmured impatiently.

Behind him, there are seven or eight young people dressed in the same way.

"Yes, my lord, I haven't heard of anyone missing recently, and the smell of the steamed buns is also correct."

A young man with cyan hair on his temples looked around and said in a low voice, "The Imperial City Guard Camp has also issued a secret order recently, to be tolerant of the Southern Wilderness Monster Race."

"The merit of the Qian family is to be accomplished."

this is necessary.

Occupying the Southern Wilderness, but not allowing the demon race to integrate, what is the meaning of this battle?

"Hmph, do you think I'll be free to take care of such trivial matters?" Bao Mingcheng snorted coldly, turning his head to stare at the young man who just called his uncle.

"If you want to study hard and don't want to, you can only be a errand in the patrol camp."

Bao Mingcheng's words made the young man bow his head.

The people in the back didn't even look up.

"In Zhongzhou. Confucianism and Taoism suppress the world. If you don't cultivate Confucianism and Taoism, you will never know that the sky is high and the earth is wide."

Bao Mingcheng turned his eyes to the direction of Danyuan Pavilion, which had not yet opened, and said softly: "Zhenyu, remember, if someone makes trouble, take it down, no matter who the other party is."

"This may be your chance."

The young man standing behind Bao Mingcheng nodded and looked forward.

At this time, the Zuo brothers and sisters in plain white robes were already standing on both sides of the store.

The neatly dressed and energetic Zuo Lin stood on the side of the street, preparing to receive the frame of the guests.

Such shops are opened, and there are seventy or eighty shops on Yuyuan Street whenever there are auspicious days.

That is, there are fewer people who choose a single day like today, but there are dozens of them.

When I came here just now, I saw a red carpet in front of several shops.

This shop with only one door face, what should I pay attention to?

Bao Zhenyu thought so in his heart, but did not dare to say it.

His uncle was one of the chief officers of the defense department, and it was easy to mobilize him, a small patrol battalion captain.

What's more, my uncle said that this is a chance for me.

"Brother Yu, someone is really making trouble." Behind Bao Zhenyu, someone suddenly spoke.

Bao Zhenyu and Bao Mingcheng in front turned their heads and saw a team of eight Qingpao officials lined up on the avenue more than a mile away.

In their lead, there are two Medicine Pill deacons in blue and gray robes.

The Medicine Pill Division deacon needs a formal alchemist status and can pass the selection and assessment of the Medicine Pill Division.

These deacon are in charge of the sales of Medicine Pill in various markets, and provide assistance to alchemists everywhere.

For Alchemy trading stores, the deacon of Medicine Pill has the authority to manage.

"Department of Medicine Pill? Uncle, our imperial city patrol camp can't handle these pill repairs."

"Everything about cultivating practitioners is Xuanyang's guard."

With a hint of doubt on Bao Zhenyu's face, he looked at Bao Mingcheng: "Is that shop doing the Alchemy business? With such a small face, you are still watching the moon, can you do it?"

"Even if I let him open, I'm afraid there will be no business coming."

Bao Mingcheng didn't answer him, narrowed his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Remember what I said, no matter who it is, stop me."

Going to meet someone from Medicine Pill?

Bao Zhenyu's face was bitter, and he turned to look at his brother behind him who also had a bitter face.

Then, block the people from the Medicine Pill Division?

Taking a deep breath, Bao Zhenyu was just about to speak out when someone behind him whispered.

"Brother Yu, someone has arrived."

Everyone turned to look in front of Danyuan Pavilion.

A team of guys in gray robes spread a red carpet in front of the Danyuan Pavilion, and then put some potted plants on it, looking quite festive.

"That's the Jia family, that is, there are two non-commissioned officers in the Dongcheng family, and there is a Jia family who is a partial general."

"It turned out to be the Jia family's relationship."

A young man in black leaned forward and said in a low voice, "I remember that the second master of the Jia family wanted to enter the censor's desk. If something happened at this time, I'm afraid it would be bad for him."

Bao Zhenyu turned his gaze to his uncle.

Could it be that the uncle wanted to hug the thigh of the second master of the Jia family, so he came?

Censorship officials have a lot of power, but they don't even manage the Defense Department. What's a big deal in the imperial city, is it worth the Censorship Clerk to intervene?

Maybe a personal relationship?

This unselfish uncle of his own family will also use his power for personal gain?

Because the Jia family arrived, the team of officials and Medicine Pill stopped for a while, as if to observe the background of the store.

It is really reckless to do things in the imperial city, and I am afraid that I will not live long.

For a moment, these people moved forward again.

Jia family, the background is nothing.

At least in the eyes of Medicine Pill, the Jia family is not enough.

Only they moved, and several carts had already run past them and stopped in front of Danyuan Pavilion.

More than 20 guys in brocade robes jumped out of the car and sent various trays into the store.

Because the store is small, these guys can only walk in line.

This scene immediately attracted the attention of the people around.

"That's someone from Han's Firm?" Someone looked at these guys and asked in a low voice.

"Yes, although the Han's firm has not been in the imperial city for a long time, it is very powerful. These people have markings on their clothes."

The surrounding discussions made Bao Zhenyu and others frown behind Bao Mingcheng.

Foreign business forces?

What is the background of this Medicine Pill store?

The arrival of the people from Han's Firm made the people of Medicine Pill not only keep their pace, but accelerated a bit.

"Stop them."

Bao Mingcheng gave a low drink, and Bao Zhenyu gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

But only when they rushed to the center of the street, several galloping horses came quickly.

Fiery red armor, blood is like a rainbow!

Bao Zhenyu looked at the officials who had stepped aside, and then turned to see the generals in battle armor parked in front of the Danyuan Pavilion.

He turned his head blankly to look at Uncle Own.

Bao Mingcheng stared at the general who flew off his horse and whispered in his mouth.

"The commander of the Imperial City of the Red Flame Army, and General Xiao Lingshan personally?"

"Who is this shop owner who has such a big face?"

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