"I am very knowledgeable, senior, please give me a chance!"
In the Qingbai Jade Square, Han Muye grabbed the arm of the green-robed Taoist in front of him and whispered.
After hearing his words, the Taoist flicked his sleeves, glanced around, and then sneered: "You can see who here doesn't say that he has superior understanding."
Han Muye turned his head and saw cold eyes and mocking looks.
The Jiuxuan Sword Sect is one of the nine sects in Western Xinjiang. Who would not be confident in their qualifications and understanding when they come to Jiuxuan Mountain to become a disciple?
Han Muye really wanted to cry without tears.
His understanding is really high.
The benefit of traveling from the earth to this world is that your understanding is at full level.
But in the practice qualification test just now, he was rated as having the lowest grade nine qualifications.
Ninth-grade qualifications, commonly known as useless spiritual roots, are the kind that cannot be established even after hundreds of years of practice.
No matter how good your understanding is, coupled with useless cultivation qualifications, you are still useless.
So he was ruthlessly eliminated by Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
The Tianxuan world is a world of cultivation, and mortals who cannot practice are just ants.
Ants cannot be looked at by strong men.
At this time, no one in the Qingbai Jade Square looked at Han Muye again.
The sun rises from the beginning to the sky, and then to the west.
There are fewer and fewer people in Qingbai Jade Square.
Those with sufficient qualifications will happily step into the mountain gate.
Those who are not qualified can go down the mountain as early as possible while the daylight is bright.
In this life, I have given up my dream of cultivating myself.
Looking at the shining mountain gate in front of him, Han Muye clenched his fists tightly.
He just wants a chance.
An opportunity for spiritual practice.
As long as he can worship in the cultivation sect, with his full level of understanding, he will definitely be able to soar into the sky.
In order to be able to worship Jiuxuan Sword Sect, he waited here for half a year.
However, all hopes are now in vain.
Turn around and go to other sects?
The ninth-level qualifications that Jiuxuan Sword Sect does not accept will not be accepted by other sects.
Moreover, the nearest training sect was thousands of miles away. Han Muye did not feel that he could reach the next sect alive without any cultivation.
Searching the green and white jade square, Han Muye's eyes suddenly lit up. He stepped forward and lifted a large mahogany chair.
This big chair was so heavy that he grinned.
However, he still tried his best to move towards the mountain gate.
Beside him, there were several people in gray robes who were moving the tables and chairs that had been placed when recruiting disciples.
"Snapped--"
Han Muye just moved to the front of the mountain gate and patted the big chair he was carrying with a big hand.
The big chair fell to the ground, and Han Muye staggered.
"Boy, do you know? Without this robe, you are not even qualified to move a chair."
A tall man eight feet tall and as strong as a calf sneered and pointed at the gray robe on his body, then stretched out one hand to grab the big chair Han Muye moved, turned around and strode towards the mountain gate.
Bah, a handyman who does menial work is more than enough.
Don't tell me, at this time, it's really amazing.
Han Muye quickly stepped forward and grabbed the leg of the big chair.
The big man turned his head, with a fierce look in his eyes: "Boy, make trouble again——"
His words were blocked by a flash of light in Han Muye's palm.
That's half a spiritual stone.
Lingshi is a common hard currency among practitioners in the Tianxuan world. It is necessary for practicing shopping, traveling at home, and fighting.
The world of spiritual practice pays attention to the four essential elements: wealth, law, couple, earth, and wealth, which are placed first.
Han Muye winked at the big man.
The big man looked around, nodded slightly, and the two of them pulled a big chair and walked to the corner of the mountain gate.
"Brother, I just want to join the Jiuxuan Sword Sect."
Always make up a reason why you must stay.
Han Muye handed over half of the spiritual stone in his hand, and then lowered his voice and said: "I have offended my enemy. They are blocking me at the bottom of the mountain now. If I go down, I will die."
There is a place in the Tianxuan world where kings' laws are taught, but that is not in the Western Frontier.
In Western Xinjiang, hard fist is the law.
There are many cases of offending people and being beaten to death on the way.
The big man nodded and reached out to grab half of the spiritual stone handed over by Han Muye.
"Um?"
The big man raised his head and looked at Han Muye, who was holding the spirit stone tightly.
Han Muye smiled and nodded.
"Um."
I earned this half of the spiritual stone by setting up a trap, playing jugglery, and hanging around for half a year at the foot of the mountain. How could I hand it over so easily?
In his previous life, he had too many friends who gave him money but did nothing. Now, Han Muye could not see the rabbit but did not let go of the hawk.
The big man looked at the half piece of spiritual stone in Han Muye's hand that could not be grasped or pulled away. He pondered for a moment and said in a low voice: "All you have to do is enter the Jiuxuan Sword Sect, right?"
Han Muye nodded quickly.
He didn't expect the guy doing rough work in front of him to be of much help to him.
As long as you can enter the mountain gate.
As long as you go in and rely on your own understanding, even if you rub hard, you can still make some splashes.
"Okay, there is a shortage of sword watchers at the sword pavilion, I will take you there."
Jiange?
This name sounds cool enough!
Sword watcher?
What kind of job is this?
Following the big man named Lu Gao carrying the big chair, Han Muye finally got his wish and stepped into the gate of Jiuxuan Sword Gate.
Taking a deep breath, Han Muye seemed to feel the rich spiritual energy penetrating his chest, abdomen, heart and lungs.
"This is the smell of spiritual energy..."
He squinted his eyes slightly, imagining the spiritual energy flowing through his meridians.
"Come on, only the secret place in the back mountain on Jiuxuan Mountain has spiritual energy. If you take a breath, it will be the same as the one at the bottom of the mountain."
"Besides, don't talk about your useless spiritual roots. Even if you are a first-grade heavenly spiritual root, you probably won't be able to smell the spirit energy."
Lu Gao's words interrupted Han Muye's interest.
Putting the big chair in the warehouse, Lu Gao led Han Muye along the mountain road to a pavilion not far away.
Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the pavilion seemed to be shrouded in a golden light.
A long way away, Lu Gao stopped.
"Now, this is the sword pavilion. Go to the door and look for a man named Huang Laoliu. He will arrange for you to be the sword watcher."
Lu Gao said and stretched out his hand again.
Han Muye handed him half of the spiritual stone, then cupped his hand and said, "Brother Lu is a good man. I will settle down in a few days and I will treat you to a drink."
Lu Gao grinned and said: "Go, go."
Han Muye strode towards the Jiange Pavilion.
Behind him, Lu Gao brought half of the spiritual stone to his mouth, bit it, and rubbed it twice on his face.
"Good people? Can good people live longer?"
"Boy, the next time I drink, I'm afraid it will be your Soul-Destroying Wine."
While muttering a few words, Lu Gao took the spirit stone and put it in his arms, turned around and left, as if he didn't want to look at Jiange Pavilion at all.
Han Muye was already standing outside the sword pavilion at this time.
Looking up, I saw a four-story building that was rare and majestic.
And being so close, the sword pavilion seemed to be giving off a slight chill, making people shiver unconsciously.
"The pavilion is closed at sunset. The rules of the sword pavilion are to come tomorrow to receive the sword."
Before Han Muye stepped onto the nine stone steps in front of the attic, an old voice could already be heard from inside the closed attic door.
Is this Huang Laoliu?
Han Muye stood outside the pavilion door and clasped his fists and said, "Senior, I was arranged by the handyman hall to be the sword watcher."
As soon as the voice fell, the door of the pavilion opened with a creak.
An old man with gray hair and a wrinkled and dry face looked at Han Muye, looked him up and down, and then said with his eyes raised: "There are a hundred thousand swords hidden in the sword pavilion, and the sword energy can hurt people in all directions."
"Without cultivation, I can't live here for more than a year."