The old man shook his head, with a sullen face, and led them away quickly.
After practicing for a long time, I know how to make my life longer.
After walking through the hill, the old man breathed a sigh of relief.
A century ago, he had seen a man with a falling flower mark on his clothes massacre a sect.
These people are ruthless and will not leave anyone alive.
The old man himself was seriously injured at the time and had no spiritual energy fluctuations on his body, so he escaped the disaster.
That time he also had some opportunities.
"Third Grandpa, are they here to kill those two people who you said at least have the realm of cultivation?" Behind the old man, a young man wearing blue-gray military uniform asked in a low voice.
These words made the old man frown and said in a deep voice: "Jiamuhe, the grudges of these powerful people are fighting. Not to mention that you are only at the third level of Yuan Pei, even the third level of Foundation Establishment, you are not qualified to participate."
"If you want to live a long life, don't get involved in these things."
If this Jia Muhe was not the most talented young man in the Jia family, the old man would have scolded him severely at this time.
When several other young people heard the old man's words, some chuckled and shook their heads, while others stretched out their hands to tug on Jia Muhe's sleeves.
Jia Muhe did not retreat, but stared at the old man and lowered his voice: "Third Grandpa, do you think this is also a chance?"
Opportunity?
The old man's face showed anger at first, and then slowly turned into a sigh.
"Third Grandpa, you go first, I'll go back."
Jia Muhe said, taking off his outer robe and the sword on his back.
"If I don't come back, tell my parents that I went to practice in a large sect."
Jia Muhe turned to look at the other people beside him, and grinned: "Just say that he went to Jiuxuan Sword Sect."
After saying that, he rolled up his sleeves, followed the mountain path, and ran into the forest in a few steps.
Seeing him leave, the other young people turned to look at the old man.
The old man was silent for a moment, then turned and left.
Maybe it's chance, maybe it's death.
After all, young people like to fight and gamble.
The old man himself would no longer do such erratic things.
"Jiamuhe will not come back."
Walking ahead, the old man threw Jiamuhe's robe and sword down the cliff.
"When he got back, he said he encountered a monster and was attacked and killed."
After hearing his words, everyone was stunned.
"Huh, Jiuxuan Sword Sect, is it so easy to fight?"
"Being associated with these large sects may be a blessing or a curse for my Jia family."
After the old man finished speaking, he ran straight away.
A group of young people looked at each other, lowered their heads and followed.
…
The Jamu River runs through the mountains and forests.
He remembered that Han Muye and Lin Shen went to see the sword marks.
It's just that in that place, the sword energy will hurt the body.
At this time, he could no longer care whether he was injured or not, and ran with all his strength, but within a short time he reached two cliffs.
A cold breath came towards him, making him short of breath and almost vomiting blood.
He was only at the third level of Peiyuan, and his body could not withstand the erosion of sword energy.
Holding back the pain in his chest and abdomen, Jia Muhe searched everywhere.
Over there!
Aren't they the two people we saw just now under the stone wall ahead?
At this time, sitting cross-legged across from them was a man with a bald head and a long robe.
Jia Muhe didn't care about anything else and ran over quickly.
Han Muye and Lin Shen had already spotted Jia Muhe running towards him. Seeing his face flushed, they rushed towards him.
Lin Shen stood up.
"You guys, my Third Grandpa said someone is coming to kill you. I guess they are coming to kill you." Jia Muhe breathed heavily and spoke loudly.
Lin Shen turned his head and looked at Han Muye.
Han Muye laughed, waved his hands and said, "We haven't offended anyone, so no one will definitely want to kill us."
As he said that, he raised his head and looked to the opposite side: "That's fine, Master. Your Buddhist heritage is not in the Western Border. Are you afraid that someone else will come and kill you?"
The bald man opposite Han Muye is a monk.
There is no Buddhist heritage in Western Xinjiang.
Neither does Southern Wasteland.
When he met this monk under the stone wall just now, Han Muye became interested and went up to chat with him for a few words.
Only after saying a few words did I know the monk's name. Before I could understand anything else, Jiamuhe arrived.
"Donor Han, the young monk is an ascetic monk. He should have no enemies in Western Xinjiang."
"It should be you who invite people to kill."
The monk has a shiny head, is wearing a hundred-knot monk's robe, and has a string of blue Buddhist beads hanging around his neck. He is only in his thirties.
He spoke at this time with a calm expression.
Han Muye laughed, turned to look not far away and said, "Then let me ask who they are here to kill."
At some unknown time, seven practitioners wearing gray robes and with restrained auras had arrived.
These seven people had cold faces, holding sword hilts in their hands, and slowly approached.
Han Muye pointed at Jia Muhe, who was standing in front of Lin Shen, and said loudly: "He said you are here to kill people."
"Do you think you are here to kill me or this monk?"
Hearing his words, Jia Muhe opened his mouth and widened his eyes.
Can you still ask this question?
The seven people over there didn't answer at all, they just walked forward.
On the seven people, the originally suppressed murderous intent and spiritual light intertwined and turned into a bloody beam of light.
As soon as this beam of light appeared, Jia Muhe, who was dozens of feet away, felt depressed and completely out of breath.
Territory!
Each of these seven people is a realm!
Seven powerful people from the realm came to kill.
Jia Muhe knew that he had lost the bet.
I thought it would be an opportunity, but I didn't expect that I would lose my life.
"If we meet again, I can help you."
"One hundred thousand spiritual stones means one life."
The monk looked at Han Muye and suddenly said.
Han Muye turned to look at him and asked curiously: "Aren't you practicing hard training?"
After that, the monk’s expression did not change: “You also need spiritual stones to practice hard.”
These words made Han Muye smile even more.
He pointed at himself: "Monk, how do you think I have one hundred thousand spiritual stones?"
The monk shrugged and said, "I smelled it."
Dog nose.
Han Muye smiled and turned to look at the seven people who were already three feet away.
"People from Zhehuatang, I wonder if you have collected 100,000 spiritual stones in my life?"
The seven people didn't talk to each other at all. Taking another step forward, the seven figures flew up at the same time, and then stabbed forward with their long swords.
Seven rays of sword light shined at the same time, turned into petals, and wrapped around Han Muye.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The sword energy transformed, and the cold light shrouded Han Muye's head with a terrifying halo.
Han Muye's expression remained unchanged as he sat upright, while the monk opposite showed curiosity. Jia Muhe turned his head, and Lin Shen's hand climbed onto the hilt of the sword at some point.
"Stab-"
A bloody petal suddenly flew sideways and pierced the chest and abdomen of a gray-robed man.
The petals passed through the chest and abdomen, exploded, turned into countless petals, and then surrounded the remaining figure.
When the petals dissipated, only one of the seven people who attacked and killed Han Muye was left.
"Senior Brother Han, how am I doing with my flying flower swordsmanship?"
The young man holding a broken sword in his hand looked up at Han Muye, chuckled and spoke.
Flying Flower Swordsmanship, Broken Sword.
Back then, Han Muye broke the sword in the hands of the young man in front of him, and learned from the sword that there was a golden lotus that transformed the clouds.
Tang Yunhao.
It's just been more than a year since we last met, and Tang Yunhao's swordsmanship and cultivation have undergone earth-shaking changes.
"It's not bad, it makes some sense."
Han Muye looked at Tang Yunhao, nodded and said: "I already have the idea of picking leaves and flying flowers. The next level is when flowers bloom and fall, and everything turns into swords."
Hearing Han Muye's words, Tang Yunhao's eyes flashed with surprise.
He put away the broken sword, bowed and said, "Thanks for the advice."
"As expected of Senior Brother Han."
After saying that, he looked at the monk sitting opposite Han Muye, then at Lin Shen and Jia Muhe.
"Senior Brother Han, can you kill these people?"
When Tang Yunhao looked at himself, Jia Muhe felt that his heart had stopped beating.
The murderous intent in this gaze can penetrate the heart.
Lin Shen's expression did not change.
After that, the monk clasped his hands together and muttered something in a low voice.
Han Muye shook his head: "It's better not to kill him."
Tang Yunhao nodded, walked forward, squatted down, and looked at Han Muye: "Brother Han, are you here to transform the golden lotus into clouds?"
Han Muye thought Tang Yunhao didn't know about this, but it seemed that he still knew.
Han Muye nodded.
Anyway, Tang Yunhao would not know why he knew about Jin Lian.
Tang Yunhao turned his attention to the monk.
"This golden lotus was planted by my senior from Xuankong Temple."
The monk clasped his hands together and spoke loudly.
Tang Yunhao glanced at him, then turned to look at Han Muye: "Brother Han, why don't you kill this monk?"
These words made the monk's face freeze.
Han Muye laughed loudly: "Good idea."
The murder was not successful, so a few people moved to another place and sat around to drink.
Leaving Jianhen Cliff, on a rocky beach leeward, wine and meat were placed on a large rock.
"You monk's wine is really strong." Tang Yunhao grinned after taking a sip.
This look made Jiamuhe's arms freeze while he was holding the wine glass.
Lin Shen on the side put down the empty cup and said calmly: "You can drink half a cup."
Jia Muhe glanced at him gratefully, brought the wine glass closer, and took a small sip.
When wine enters the throat, it burns like a flame and travels through the intestines and abdomen.
A burning heat rose from the Dantian.
His meridians seemed to be burned through by flames, and all the muscles and bones in his body were tempered.
Later, he became confused and couldn't hear clearly what Han Muye and the others were saying.
Seeing his appearance, Tang Yunhao laughed, then looked at Han Muye: "Senior Brother Han, I only want one golden lotus seed."
Han Muye nodded and looked at the monk.
Tang Yunhao also turned to look at him.
The monk was silent for a moment, nodded and said, "I want one too."
Han Muye did not refuse.
Opportunities in this world are all about individual opinion.
There is a saying that the opportunities in the spiritual world are endless. If you are too greedy, you will cut off the opportunities.
On the contrary, leave a thread everywhere, and opportunities are always there.
Reaching a consensus, the four of them ate meat and drank wine, and started talking.
After Tang Yunhao received guidance from Han Muye, his swordsmanship was completely transformed.
He was ruthless and killed many of those who were chasing him.
One of them happened to be seen by someone from Zhehuatang, who recruited him to join Zhehuatang.
He carried out his mission without fear of life or death, and soon gained the respect of the court.
He also received more resources, and his cultivation level improved rapidly.
"This time Zhehuatang has accepted the mission to assassinate Senior Brother Han, and they are heading here again, so I am here." Tang Yunhao looked at Han Muye: "I know these people will not hurt Senior Brother Han, they are just dropping by."
Speaking of this, he shook his head and said: "As soon as I get the golden lotus seeds, I will leave Zhehuatang. They can't find me."
"Why are you leaving?" Han Muye looked at him.
Tang Yunhao was stunned and stared at Han Muye. After a moment, he lowered his voice and said, "Senior Brother Han, do you want me to stay in Zhehua Hall?"