Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

This person is Era!

The Eighth Outer Sect, the era of missing a year.

He did not hide outside the Nine Profound Sword Gate, but instead came to the Sword Pavilion?

Also, he was wearing an Inner Sect shirt.

Taking a deep breath, Han Muye stepped forward with a blank face and raised his hand to catch the long sword.

The long sword was cold in hand, and there seemed to be a trace of Killing intent on it.

This sword has killed people recently.

Holding the hilt, Han Muye squeezed slightly.

"Kuraga-"

The long sword was unsheathed, and the cold suddenly appeared.

"I received an inner discipline saber today, and the blade is not damaged."

Returning the long sword to its sheath, holding it in both hands, turned around and walked towards the wooden frame of the sword pavilion.

His hand rested lightly on the hilt of the sword.

"Om-"

One after another picture flashed in his mind, and a tyrannical aura rushed towards his mind, making him pale.

In that picture, the Ji Yuan Jianfeng holding a long sword swayed, and the fierce Sword Ray swept over, bringing up blood mist.

Nine Profound Sword Sect disciple!

The people who were beheaded in that picture were Wu Teng, a disciple of the original Fire Vessel, and others.

The murderer who killed Wu Teng and the others was really the Era!

In the Qi Sea, the dark red Sword intent was surging, and it seemed to rush out directly, killing the Era standing at the door with a sword.

It's just that Han Muye pinned it down.

He calmly put the long sword on the wooden stand, then turned around to the long desk and picked up the ink pen.

"The name of the person who sent the sword, which line of cultivation."

His words stunned Ji Yuan who was standing at the door, and said, "Is there a procedure for sending swords? Why don't I know?"

Holding a pen in one hand, Han Muye looked up at him: "Did you send it before?"

Ji Yuan's face stiffened, he shook his head and said, "No."

After he finished speaking, he said in a low voice, "My name is Zhu Guangsheng, and I practice under the sect of the Elder Qinlin of Mumai."

Han Muye took notes, then nodded and said, "It's done."

Zhu Guangsheng turned around and left.

"Zhu Guangsheng, Qin Lin..." Han Muye watched him leave his back and put down the ink pen gently.

In his mind, a tyrannical aura continued to spread, as if to control his entire being.

"Humph."

With a low hum, the Sword intent in his Qi Sea shook.

The tyrannical aura in his mind was instantly smashed into pieces and turned into nothingness.

"It turns out that no one remembers why the sword was here last time, because the sword has this breath, which can eliminate the memory of the sword watcher."

"Even, the sword watcher who took the sword was killed by this breath."

There was a deep aura in his eyes, and Han Muye's face sank.

As a sword watcher, he has a sense of empathy.

He wants revenge.

Su Yang, how did you die?

Do you want to report this to the Elder?

Yes, but not good.

He couldn't explain where those judgments came from.

Direct shot to kill Zhu Guangsheng?

not good too.

Sometimes killing is not the best solution to a problem.

What is the purpose of this Zhu Guangsheng, or in other words, Ji Yuan sent the sword back?

Perhaps, breaking the game is in the sword pavilion!

Han Muye turned to look at the long wooden frame.

Those long swords also seemed to vibrate slightly, resonating with his eyes.

...

Beside the gate of Jiange, there were several dishes on the small wooden table, Han Muye, Huang Laoliu, and Lu Gao were sitting around.

Lu Gao couldn't stand Sword Qi's erosion, so he could only eat by the door.

Han Muye thought about his thoughts and did not speak.

Huang Laoliu went out to relax, but when he came back, he was completely absent-minded.

Suddenly, the atmosphere was a little dull.

"Sixth brother, today's meat is mushy, I specially picked it." Lu Gao pointed to the big meat on the plate with his chopsticks, and whispered in a pleasing voice.

"I, Huang Zhenxiong, can't even eat a piece of meat? Want you to choose?"

Huang Laoliu snapped the bamboo chopsticks on the table, then stood up and went straight back to the quiet room.

Lu Gao opened his mouth and looked at Han Muye with a bitter face. Han Muye shook his head and said, "Leave him alone."

In the afternoon, Han Muye huddled in the quiet room and refined a few furnaces of cloud qi pills.

Using Sword Qi pill refining, every cloud Qi pill obtained is of the highest quality.

And each furnace can harvest five pills.

Maybe it was Cultivation Base who had reached the realm of cultivating vitality, or maybe it was because Cultivation Technique had made progress. After pill refining all afternoon, Han Muye didn't feel tired at all.

When the sun went down, Lu Gao closed the door of Jiange, and Han Muye came out of the quiet room and saw Huang Laoliu, who was full of alcohol.

Huang Laoliu only drinks before going to bed on weekdays, and rarely drinks during the day.

"Sixth brother, what happened today?"

Han Muye frowned and looked at Huang Lao Liu.

Huang Laoliu has a good temperament. Although he is a bit squeamish, he has nothing to say to himself.

Huang Laoliu raised his head, his yellow eyes looked at Han Muye, then shook his head and said, "Hey, boy Han, how can you understand the bitterness in Brother Liu's heart..."

Peach blossoms constantly?

Little white face?

In Huang Laoliu's heart, is he like this?

Han Muye wanted to refute, but he thought about Mu Wan, Bai Suzhen who asked Lu Gao why he didn't go, and Qiao Qinger who came to Jiange yesterday to apologize.

Is it true that you are more female than Huang Laoliu?

Han Muye coughed lightly: "Cough, Brother Six, you didn't mean the mountain, there are three pieces of Spirit Stones..."

It seems that Huang Laoliu has been holding back for a long time recently, and his heart is burning.

Gotta vent.

"Boy Han, sixth brother, I am in your eyes, is that kind of person?" Huang Laoliu stared.

"No, no." Han Muye said with a busy smile.

Huang Lao Liu shook his head, raised his hand to touch the wine Calabash, grabbed it and shook it, empty.

He sighed, and then whispered, "Kid Han, do you believe in fate?"

fate?

I believe in fate.

Han Muye wanted to shake his head, but suddenly his heart moved, with a sincere expression on his face: "I believe it."

A good listener of Eight Trigrams must master coordination.

Sure enough, Huang Laoliu suddenly felt a sense of finding a confidant, and reached out to pat Han Muye on the shoulder.

"I believe it too."

"Today, I saw her..."

she?

Han Muye's eyes lit up, not sleepy at all.

After finding the person to talk to, Huang Laoliu is no longer depressed.

It turned out that his hometown was in a small town thousands of miles away from Jiuxuan Jianmen.

More than ten years ago, a group of young people went to practice Sect to learn from teachers.

Among them, there are men and women.

The story is bloody.

Huang Laoliu fell in love with one of the women at first sight.

It's just this emotion that naturally can only be pressed in the bottom of my heart.

They visited several sects together. There were originally seven or eight people, some stayed in the sect of cultivation, and some returned to their hometowns.

The woman stayed in Sect, Huang Laoliu, the one who was going back to her hometown.

"So, Brother Six, you said that you want to become Heaven Realm for this, uh, Sister Six?" Han Muye approached and asked in a low voice.

Hearing him say Sister Six, Huang Laoliu's face was already blushing, and he added another red cloud.

This guy is also shy.

"I said it at the time, I want her to see, I will become a heaven."

Huang Lao Liu murmured in his mouth.

Speaking of this, his shoulders trembled slightly, then he looked at Han Muye and lowered his voice: "Kid Han, today, I saw Pingmei."

"It's just that she doesn't recognize me anymore..."

Dejectedly leaning back on the big chair, Huang Laoliu didn't seem to be angry.

see?

Did you see a person who joined other sects more than ten years ago in the Nine Profound Sword Sect?

Han Muye's heart moved, and he said, "Are they here for the party? Which school is the sixth sister-in-law?"

"Qingfengguan, now Pingmei is the inner discipline of Qingfengguan."

"Hey, she's already an inner discipline, I'm still an unknown sword watcher, it's okay if I don't know me..." Huang Laoliu sighed there again.

Breeze view.

This name, Han Muye has seen from Qin Yuanhe's memory of Saber.

This sect has already taken refuge in the Tailing Sword Sect.

Han Muye's eyes narrowed slightly.

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