127. Li Sans wine condenses essence and spirit into a sword
Su Shishi and Qi Shisan both looked young and had a heroic spirit.
Lu Shi is a big man with a Chinese character face.
Song Jiu is thin and has an elegant aura about him.
Li San was actually a female cultivator with a long sword on her back. She had an ordinary appearance and wore linen clothes, just like an ordinary swordsman.
But Han Muye knew that a direct descendant of the Sword Sect would never be an ordinary swordsman.
The person who ranks third among the direct descendants is not even an ordinary swordsman.
"Han Shijiu, are you finished practicing?" Lu Shi, who had a Chinese character and a rough look on his face, grinned and said, "I just hunted a mountain civet at the bottom of the valley, let's have a drink together."
"Song Jiu's management skills are praised by even the elders."
No matter it is Lu Shi, Song Jiu, or a few others, they all look like ordinary villagers in this spiritual land.
Han Muye was also curious.
In this spiritual land, shouldn't this group of elites who are direct descendants of the Nine-Xuan Sword Sect practice with all their strength? They still have time to hunt?
Just like the elder Zhang Zhihe standing not far away, he looks like an old farmer in the countryside, leisurely planting flowers and grass.
"Okay, then I'm welcome." Han Muye smiled and walked out of the big house.
Watching them walking away slowly, Mu Eryi and others in the distance showed envy on their faces.
Directly passed down.
Everyone is a direct descendant.
"This new nineteenth heir can actually get invitations from five direct heirs. It's really..." The speaker shook his head slightly.
I have never heard of such treatment.
"Haha, you exploded 300,000 spiritual stones in two hours, and you can probably get an invitation from the direct successor." Mu Eryi laughed, turned around and said, "Who said you wanted to invite me to dinner just now?"
Birds of a feather flock together, and people are divided into groups. Direct inheritance is direct inheritance, and true inheritance is true inheritance.
The difference is as vast as heaven and earth.
"Even the third direct descendant has been released. I'm afraid, this Han Shijiu is not only rich in wealth..." Someone in the distance muttered softly, then turned and walked away.
In the small Lingdi Village, there was suddenly a lot of activity because of this new nineteenth direct descendant.
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There is an earthen pot on the earthen stove, and Song Jiu, wearing a bib, is waving a spatula, and the aroma is overflowing.
Su Shishi and Qi Shisan, who were lighting the fire below, moved skillfully, and the flames rose and crackled.
Even Lu Shi, a tall man with a Chinese character face, handed out bowls and chopsticks and mixed some cold dishes.
In front of the wooden table, only Han Muye and Li San sat across from each other.
"Ahem, Senior Sister Li San, I wonder what I can do?" Han Muye turned around and looked around, then spoke with some embarrassment.
"Wash the dishes." Li San put the long sword on his back on the table, then turned his palm over, and a small wine jar appeared.
"If you don't get drunk later, you'll be the one doing the dishes."
After all, he is the third direct descendant of Jiuxuan Sword Sect, so it is not surprising that he has a space ring on his hand.
Han Muye nodded, and then said softly: "What if I get drunk?"
His drinking capacity is not very good.
But the wine is pretty good.
Last time, I was drunk and almost split Luyuan Mountain with Wanjian Guizong.
"If you are drunk, I will wash the dishes."
Li San boldly opened the wine jar's seal, and a strong aroma of wine floated around.
This wine must be good wine.
Lu Shi changed his hands and placed the mixed cold dishes on the table, and handed over the bowls and chopsticks.
Before Song Jiu's braised mountain civet meat was served, Li San had already poured the wine.
"Here, have a drink." Li San raised the wine bowl and motioned to Han Muye.
This doesn't seem good, does it?
Han Muye turned around and saw that others were still busy there.
"It's okay, you guys drink first while I cook some vegetables." Song Jiu, who was originally full of fairy aura, now only had an oily aura.
After bringing a large plate of mountain civet meat to the table, Song Jiu patted Han Muye on the shoulder again: "Nineteen, you have a drink with Third Sister first."
Unable to resist the warm hospitality, Han Muye had no choice but to pick up the wine bowl.
"ha--"
As soon as Han Muye put the wine bowl to his mouth, Li San across from him had already drank it all in one gulp, exhaled a long breath of wine, and then placed the wine bowl on the table with a "snap".
So generous?
Don't be a coward!
Han Muye raised his head, took two sips of the wine in the bowl, and drank it all.
As soon as the wine enters the mouth, it has already turned into fiery heat and penetrated the chest and abdomen.
The burning heat seemed to burn him.
Even the sword energy in Shenzang, Qihai, and Dantian began to vibrate.
“Good wine.”
"happy."
Feeling the changes in the sword energy, Han Muye let out a low cry.
The sword energy vibrated and blended, making it obviously more agile.
This wine is a rare treasure.
Song Jiu and others all turned their heads to look, then turned away.
Li San, who was sitting opposite, also raised his eyes to look at Han Muye, and then chuckled: "Since the wine is good, let's have another one."
She raised her hand to grab the wine jar, but Han Muye had already reached out, grabbed the wine jar, and filled the two wine bowls.
"Third sister, please."
Song Jiu had previously called Li San his third sister, but Han Muye felt that it seemed unnatural.
Li San politely picked up the wine bowl again and drank it all in one gulp.
Han Muye looked at the fragrant mountain civet meat and green vegetables on the table, and had no choice but to take the bowl and drink again.
By the time Song Jiu, Qi Shisan and Su Shisan had finished their work and came over with two side dishes, Han Muye had already filled five bowls.
After drinking this wine, he began to continuously refine his sword energy.
At this time, the sword energy was swirling around his body, and the sword energy rolling in the sea of energy swallowed up all the scattered sword energy around him.
The originally three or five wisps of sword energy were stirred by the alcohol and condensed into one.
The sword energy in Han Muye's dantian turned into a vortex, condensing into tiny bits.
It can be felt that these re-condensed sword threads are much tougher than the previous sword energy.
Not only the sword energy in the Dantian, this wine can also nourish the soul, making the sword energy transformed into the soul be tempered one by one as if forged.
not enough!
Five bowls of wine can only condense a small half of the Divine Soul Sword Qi.
Han Muye's eyes shone with light, he stretched out his hand, directly lifted the wine jar with half of the wine left in it, raised his head and drank it!
How could you let go of this opportunity to condense the soul sword energy?
Lu Shi's expression changed, and just as he was about to reach out to stop him, Li San raised his hand to block him.
"Third sister, this sad wine is not for fun..." Lu Shi turned to look at Li San.
"Yes, when I drank three bowls, most of my sword energy was eliminated." Su Shiba whispered with lingering fear.
Li San stared at Han Muye, who poured the wine into his mouth, letting go of his sword energy and concentrating as much as he wanted.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After the sword energy is refined in the Dantian, there are still those sword intentions in the sea of energy.
A sword energy shook out, which was one hundred and twenty-eight thousand sword energy.
This is a rare opportunity to condense sword energy.
In the Divine Treasure, the Divine Soul Sword Qi has been condensed once, and then the second condensation begins.
Rays of divine light rose above his head.
"Soul Sword Qi?" Looking at the divine light above Han Muye's head, Li San's face condensed and he spoke in a low voice.
"It seems that the only one in my sword sect that condenses the soul sword energy is the sword pavilion?" Song Jiu was slightly stunned and whispered.
"No way, Jiange can have someone like this..." Qi Shisan raised his head and glanced at Lu Shi and others.
Sword Pavilion, isn’t it just for sword watchers?
When will sword watchers become direct descendants of the sect?
"boom--"
At this moment, the sword light exploded above Han Muye's head, and the sword light in the sea of divine soul sword energy and dantian energy merged, turning into a faint sword shadow.
Xuanyang Jue, condense the essence and spirit into a sword, turn it into ten thousand swords and return to the sect!
As soon as the sword came out, the surrounding spiritual energy roared and dispersed.
The dishes on the wooden table in front of them were exploded by spiritual energy and scattered around. Lu Shi, Song Jiu and others quickly evaded.
Li San raised his hand and swept the sword light from his palm, cutting down all the soup dishes that hit her.
The cold light shone, the sword light dissipated, and the sword energy on Han Muye slowly disappeared.
Looking at the mess around him, Han Muye shook his head and said with a wry smile, "Sorry, I'll clean it up."
Lu Shi and others nodded, carrying the wine jar and dishes they had just snatched, and walked out.
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When Han Muye walked out of the kitchen, the only ones sitting around the stone table outside were Lu Shi, Song Jiu, Su Shiba and Qi Shisan. Li San had disappeared.
"Third Sister drank too much and has already gone back." Seeing Han Muye looking over, Song Jiu said with a smile: "Third Sister's drinking capacity is enough to drink three bowls."
Three bowls must be poured?
Then after drinking five bowls just now, this bowl must have been washed by yourself?
Han Muye smiled, walked over and saw that there were only some bones and the bottom of an empty bowl left on the stone table.
There is also half a plate of peanuts.
"Han Shijiu, aren't you from Jiange?"
Qi Shisan looked up at Han Muye and asked curiously.
They were guessing after seeing the divine soul sword energy on Han Muye before.
Han Muye nodded and said, "My name is Han Muye, the sword watcher of the Sword Pavilion."
Really a swordsman?
Lu Shi and others looked at each other with strange expressions on their faces.
"Nineteen, that sword watcher is very profitable?" Su Shiba stepped forward and asked in a low voice.
When Han Muye spent 100,000 spiritual stones to practice, he and Qi Shisan were planning to collect the spiritual stones and return them to Han Muye.
But Han Muye exploded 300,000 spiritual stones in succession, causing them to lose their temper immediately.
Who can afford this?
Three hundred thousand spiritual stones, if they really took it out, they would bankrupt everything.
Now that they heard Han Muye say that he was a sword watcher, they were even more curious. Sword watchers just guarded swords in the sword pavilion. How could he have Han Muye's wealth?
"Making money?" Han Muye nodded and said, "It's not bad. All the brothers and sisters will give you some compensation for helping you, leading swords and choosing swords."
Choose a sword and get paid?
By doing this, can you earn as much wealth as Han Muye?
"Nineteen, are you good at choosing swords?" Song Jiu asked curiously.
"Alright." Han Muye sat on the stone bench, reached out and picked up two peanuts and put them into his mouth.
"Haha, then you have to help me choose a good sword. I'm just about to change my sword." Su Shiba raised his hand and placed a narrow long sword on the stone table.
"Look, what kind of sword is suitable for me."
This is obviously meant to take the exam.
Han Muye stretched out his hand and gently pressed it on the sword.
The sword has its owner, so it is difficult for him to absorb the sword energy and explore the memory in the sword, but he can understand the basic information of the sword instantly.
"The sword is three feet long and five cents long, weighs five kilograms a penny, and has blood grooves on both sides of the blade, leaving a sliver of edge."
"Light spirit iron was melted during the refining process, and the wind speed spirit pattern engraved on the sword body makes it a fast sword."
Having said this, Han Muye paused slightly, raised his head and said, "Brother Eighteen, are you a left-handed swordsman?"
Su Shiba looked at him, his face changing from calm to smiling.
"Good guy, awesome."
"At this level, you can make a lot of money just by tasting swords."
"No wonder you have such a net worth."
Just by reaching out and stroking the sword, you can detect various information about the sword.
That's fine, the key is to be able to tell that Su Shiba wields a left-handed sword.
This kind of method is clever.
"Making money?" Han Muye shook his head and said, "I don't make money from this."
"I can make elixirs."
Alchemy?
Song Jiu and others looked at him, looking him up and down.
Is this still a sword watcher?
"By the way, the third sister's wine just now was really good. Did she brew it herself?" Han Muye didn't look at Song Jiu and the others' expressions, stretched out his hand to grab a handful of peanuts, and then asked curiously.
After hearing his words, Lu Shi shook his head and said, "The sad wine you mentioned was brewed by Mr. Deng."
"He said that after Third Sister finishes drinking, he will almost be back from the Northern Territory."