Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

Junior Brother.

He is also a disciple of the ancestor of Tianxuan Dao, and Han Muye is indeed Wen Mosheng's junior brother.

It's just that the relationship is estranged, and Han Muye himself doesn't care.

What good can he do to the senior brother Wen Mosheng?

However, Han Muye did not expect that Wen Mosheng would directly ask him to control Tianxuan.

"Wen Xiang, given the current situation, Tianxuan doesn't have no chance of winning, right?" Han Muye frowned and asked in a deep voice.

Daoism is the general trend, although the power of the fairy world is extremely strong, but it is not to the level of crushing.

Especially now that Samsara Karma is not visible, Saint and Semi-Saint have no absolute advantage.

Those big cultivators in the fairy world have their power suppressed, and their own world is in turmoil, and they also have headaches.

"Odds of winning?" Wen Mosheng in front shook his head and said softly: "At the moment, there is really no chance of winning."

"The fairy world is stronger than my Tianxuan. If Junior Brother Chen and I are not suppressed, there is still a chance to fight."

"Now that the Taoism is fighting together, I am ten times less powerful than the fairy world."

"Also," Wen Mo said with a worried look on his face: "More than 80% of the practitioners who came from outside the land of Taoism went to the fairy world."

The foreign powerhouses are all here to fight for opportunities.

These people don't care about morality, they only look at the comparison of strength and weakness.

The stronger the fairy, the more attracted them.

On the other hand, seeing Tian Xuan being suppressed, these people will not vote.

"I've discussed with Junior Brother Chen, and I'm going to recruit some of the powerhouses and go to the fairy world to fight and kill them first, so that they won't be too happy."

Wen Mosheng looked at Han Muye and said.

A fight?

This approach is not bad.

Just like this, did the other party start the war in advance?

Also, if the other party uses the same method, wouldn't Han Muye bear all the pressure in Xuan's native world that day?

Looking at Wen Mo Sheng, Han Muye understood that this old fox did it on purpose.

The fairy world is a threat, but it is not to the point where Wen Mosheng and Chen Qingzhi are required to rush to kill them.

"Wen Xiang, I went to Broken Star Island and found many allies for Tian Xuan. Can this fight be slowed down?" Han Muye said aloud.

Wen Mosheng's eyes lit up when he heard the allies being brought in.

"Junior brother, let's talk about it."

This old guy should have been waiting for a long time.

After returning from Broken Star Island, Wen Xiang probably wanted to know about his experience in the past few years.

Han Muye chuckled and recounted what happened on Broken Star Island.

I have skipped these comments on the sword, mainly about the decisions of the endless Tianzun, the Jinnan realm, and the reckless Qilin and other major forces.

Wen Mosheng was delighted by the surprise that Qilin, the divine beast of the Great Desolate Cultivation, was coming to the Profound Sky World.

It is even more surprising that the Confucian and Taoist heritage of the Jinnan region is willing to help Tianxuan.

"In this way, Xu Qingteng should focus on it." Wen Mo said softly.

Xu Qingteng's way of practice, for Jinnan Xiu practitioners, is a kind of spiritual shock.

If Xu Qingteng goes to the Jinnan region, it is also possible to become a saint in an instant by virtue of his merits and virtues.

Of course, the premise is that Xu Qingteng can go.

The powerful forces of the two parties were willing to form an alliance with Tianxuan, which made Wen Mo's voice look much better.

"The Underworld is not empty, the Celestial Venerable does not leave?" When Han Muye told the foundation of the Endless Celestial Venerable's enlightenment, Wen Mosheng stood up with a solemn expression on his face.

"It turns out that this is the ultimate way of detachment for the great cultivator." Wen Mo nodded.

"Cultivation, after cutting off Karma Samsara, look at it again. In fact, it is not the living beings that are entangled, but the Dao."

"But the Dao is the source of all power. How to balance it so that we can detach?"

Wen Mosheng seems to be talking to Han Muye, and it seems to be talking to himself.

Han Muye knows how difficult this kind of detachment is.

Endless Heavenly Venerate's great aspirations can only be made half step ahead.

But can the promise of The Underworld not be empty really come true?

Han Muye doesn't know either.

The detachment of the great cultivator is completely unimaginable.

Han Muye's trip to Broken Star Island not only enhanced his own strength, but also attracted powerful allies.

The Confucianism and Taoism in the Jinnan Realm will definitely help Tianxuan Confucianism and Taoism, as well as Jiange and Manghuang, both of which are extremely powerful.

Most importantly, Tianxuan alone can make Tianxuan invincible.

"If Endless Heavenly Venerate is really willing to help..." Wen Mo pondered for a while, nodded and said, "In this way, Junior Brother Chen and I will do our best to maintain the line of defense."

"Give you twenty years to stabilize the Profound Sky, is that enough?"

Twenty years later, the wasteland of the wild will return to Tianxuan. At that time, even if Wen Mosheng and Chen Qingzhi don't make a move, the fairy world will attack them with all their strength.

Twenty years?

Stabilize the Profound Sky World?

Han Muye's eyes flashed, and he said lightly, "Then I have to go to Bailu Mountain in advance."

Go to Bailu Mountain!

Wen Mosheng nodded and said, "Okay, I'll issue a decree now, asking the head of Bailu Mountain Academy to come to the imperial city."

"Imperial City Academy, the center of the dynasty, all are handed over to you."

"Twenty years later, I hope Tianxuan will be stable and will lay the foundation for the victory in the future Dao struggle."

As he spoke, Wen Mo Sheng lifted the ink pen and scribbled on the scroll in front of him.

"Om-"

At this moment, a golden talisman of communication flew down.

Wen Mosheng raised his hand to attract Fu Lu, frowning.

"The East China Sea is in chaos..."

He threw the golden charm to Han Muye.

Han Muye stretched out his hand to take it, and the divine sense penetrated.

The East China Sea is in chaos.

Since Wuhou introduced the East China Sea Flood Dragon Clan into the Void Battlefield, the East China Sea Lingjia Monster Clan lost its suppression, and there was chaos in the East China Sea.

Those kendo sects in the East China Sea were originally capable of blocking the Spirit Armor Monster Race, but now they are fighting each other, being divided and surrounded, and many sword cultivators have fallen.

The islands where the Rogue Cultivators gathered were captured by the Spirit Armor Monster Clan, and the major Kendo Sects were busy snatching the various spiritual lands after the Jiaolong Clan left, ignoring the life and death of the Rogue Cultivators and low-level practitioners.

"Donghai..." Han Muye narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "I'll go."

The East China Sea Sword Cultivator was an important part of the great sword formation he envisioned.

These sword cultivators couldn't just be slaughtered by the Spirit Armor Monster Race.

Since Donghai Jianxiu is a piece of loose sand, then Han Muye will go and subdue all these guys.

"Okay." Wen Mo said with a smile on his face, and put away the scroll in front of him that had already written, and wrote another one.

Han Muye looked at him and thought that he had been tricked again.

Otherwise, why don't you want to deal with this guy, that's the reason.

Not refreshing.

Han Muye was too lazy to wait and left directly.

In the Great Hall, looking at his back, Wen Mo smiled even more.

"Bookbag, you plan on him like this, aren't you afraid that he will turn his face?" came the voice of Marquis Wu.

The figure of Marquis Wu in iron armor appeared and looked at Wen Mosheng: "He doesn't know that there is a big three-day sect behind the fairy world, and there is even a plan from Tianzun. If you let him act recklessly, he will not be able to explain it in the future."

"Explain?" Wen Mo's face was calm, and he said: "If the Tao is invincible, everything will cease, if the Tao is victorious, hehe..."

If the battle is won, what else can you explain?

Marquis Wu shook his head, did not speak, and dispersed.

Their real bodies were all outside the realm, the battle was fierce there, and they didn't have much energy to care about Tianxuan's affairs. Wen Mosheng said that handing Tianxuan to Han Muye was not just talking.

The battle outside the world is the focus.

Confucianism and Taoism, Tianxuan elites, are all outside the realm, and the focus of Wen Xiang and Wuhou is of course outside the realm.

Soon after Han Muye returned to Danyuan Pavilion, news spread in the imperial city.

The prince, Yun Duan, wants to go to the East China Sea to pacify the chaos.

The strong swordsmen of the royal family, the masters of the Imperial City Academy, and the Makino Grand Great Master who returned from outside the world, also accompanied him.

In addition, Xuan Yangwei's preliminary commander's trial was ahead of schedule, three thousand reserve commanders scattered Tianxuan, and some of the reserve commanders from the East China Sea returned to the East China Sea.

In the small courtyard of Danyuan Pavilion, Han Muye sat upright.

Huang Zhihu, who crept in, didn't expect Han Muye to be waiting for her, and suddenly looked annoyed.

"Look what time is it?" Han Muye said coldly.

Huang Zhihu scratched his bun that was already a little messy, and said in a low voice, "Two watch days..."

Before the words were finished, the sound of a clapper came from outside at the third watch.

Three shifts.

"A girl who only came back in the middle of the night. If it wasn't for me, would you have to stay home again?" Han Muye snorted coldly.

Huang Zhihu lowered his head and said nothing.

Yun Duan asked her not to return, but she didn't dare.

"Yun Duan is going to the East China Sea, is it your idea?" Han Muye looked at Huang Zhihu.

Hearing this news, Han Muye knew that there was a deliberate plan behind it.

To suppress the rebellion in the East China Sea, why do you want these drags?

If he were to rely on himself, he would just move eastward with his sword.

"That, it's Yun Duan who wants to go, and Aunt Yun Jin..." Huang Zhihu took his eyes and aimed at Han Muye.

Yun Duan often spoke ill of Han Muye in front of her.

What has ruined the reputation of the Yunjin County Master is like nothing, a heartless man, a scumbag, no man can eat like this, slap his butt and leave.

Although Huang Zhihu didn't find any stories in Yunjin's place, she also felt that there was a story in it.

Otherwise, why is Yunjin County Master so kind to himself?

This afternoon, I went to Xianzhou to report a letter, and I sent me all kinds of Medicine Pills worth millions, as well as many delicious fruits.

Originally, Huang Zhihu was only going to knock 10,000 Spirit Stones, and then go to the fairy boat with Yun Duan to drink flower wine.

"Are you also on the list to go to the East China Sea?" Han Muye glared at Yellow Fat Tiger.

A smile appeared on Huang Zhihu's face, and he instantly restrained himself. He said in a low voice, "Hey, Yun Duan and I have a good relationship, so how can you be assured that she will go to the East China Sea alone..."

Han Muye snorted, stood up, and went straight back to his own room.

These little guys who haven't experienced a real bloody battle, it's good to see and see.

Taoism is not a dinner invitation.

Seeing Han Muye leave, Huang Zhihu stuck out his tongue and also got into his own wing.

To go to the East China Sea, she has to prepare well.

It's just that she didn't know that after Han Muye's figure fell in the wing, it instantly turned into aura and disappeared.

It's just an incarnation of a primordial spirit.

He himself, is now on the Yongding River.

On a painting boat, in front of Xu Wei, who was sitting on the opposite side, spread out a few scrolls and words.

"Neat." Xu Wei commented while watching it carefully.

"This is neat, I have very few Tianxuan Confucianism and Taoism."

"Although I have always disapproved of the strictness of the way of practice, this fine method is also very desirable."

"Looking at it this way, the Confucianism and Taoism in the Jinnan region, the low-level practitioners are probably much stronger than my Tianxuan."

Han Muye nodded.

Xu Wei's speculation was not wrong.

Most of the things in the world are hard work.

There are very few who really fight for talent.

From Tongsheng to Xiucai, even to the non-commissioned officer, all are obtained by diligence and finesse.

It's just that in the future, you need to really fight for talent.

The qualifications are not enough, and it is difficult to move an inch.

Han Muye himself was also restricted by Talent at the beginning, and it was not until he refined Medicine Pill, which changed his practice of Talent, that this problem was solved.

In a low voice, he explained the cultivation rules of Jinnan Realm. Han Muye smiled and said, "Your cultivation story, Mr. Qingteng, makes Tao Zhixing senior yearn for it."

"I think this one will come to visit you soon."

Although Tao Zhixing said he would come to Tianxuan at the beginning, he did not come right away.

In the land of Taoism, you can only enter but not come. If you really want to come, you need to prepare in advance.

But not everyone has the world's top powerhouses like Endless Heavenly Venerate.

Xu Wei was also interested in the Jinnan area.

This kind of fine practice is what he himself lacks.

His eccentricity has advantages and disadvantages.

Han Muye drank with Xu Wei on the painting boat, and only got up and left when he knew the sky was turning white.

Seeing him leave, Xu Wei covered his mouth with his hand and coughed softly.

"Hey, your body really can't endure like this..." A voice sounded, and a woman in a pale white dress walked over with pity in her eyes.

"Hehe, this kid is my drinking buddy, why should I have a good drink with him."

Xu Wei laughed indifferently, and then there was a hint of loneliness in his eyes: "Besides, I don't know how many times he and I can drink together..."

...

When Han Muye flew and landed on the bank of the river, he saw the light and shadow of the rising sun in the distance shining on the fairy boat, emitting a dazzling soft light.

On the third floor of the immortal boat, someone seemed to be looking at him.

Han Muye didn't go to Xianzhou.

There are some things that stay beautiful in the heart.

Three days later, the gate of the Xuanyangwei camp in the imperial city opened, and a team of black armor rushed out.

Leading the way are the solemn-looking Yunsa and the Yellow Fat Tiger.

At the back, there are several preparatory commanders from the East China Sea.

Three hundred elites accompany them.

"Unfortunately, Jianhu has only worn women's clothes twice..." In the camp, Qian Yutang leaned against the fence and stared at the team that went away.

"Hmph, that's how Jianhu should be. It's women's clothing. If you marry him, you can watch it every day." Bai Jianfei raised his head and grinned.

Qian Yutang snorted and turned to leave.

"I'm going to ask Lord Lu Yang. It's really boring to be trapped in the imperial city like this. You can't run wild in the world, how can you hold a beautiful woman back?"

"The one who can match the sword tiger must be the first-class man in the world!"

Hearing his words, Bai Jianfei hurriedly chased after him: "Let's go together, go together, I heard that Jianhu's adoptive father is going to hire her a son-in-law, but I don't know who the old husband is and what are the requirements..."

"roll!"

...

On the Yongding River, ten large ships lined up.

One by one, the Xuanyang guards boarded the ship solemnly.

The surrounding merchant ships and painting boats were all carefully avoided.

"Ugh-"

The horn sounded, and above the flagship, the royal banner of the Tianxuan Dynasty was raised.

In the distance, on the Yunjin Immortal Boat in the immortal city, there is a Qing song.

"The world is ridiculous, infatuation is the most troublesome..."

Han Muye looked in the direction of Xianzhou, his eyes flashed, and finally turned to look at the solemn black armor Xuanyang Guard on the front deck, and said lightly: "Go here, Dingdonghai."