Saying yes means that he is ambitious for the position of sect leader.
If he says no, it means he has different intentions towards the sect.
This old guy Tuoba Cheng is very bad.
"Uncle Tuoba, don't worry. If there is a chance to refine Xu Ying Dan, I will definitely take action."
Han Muye cupped his hands, then turned and left.
Seeing him walking out of the hall, Zhang Zhihe said with a smile: "This boy has a sense of belonging to the sect. Just don't push him too hard."
After hearing his words, Wu Ziyuan turned his head, with a strange look in his eyes, and said solemnly: "If you don't force him? Then the Fengling Sword Sect won't force us?"
"There is also Li Mubai of Shangyang Demon Sect. He has kept his legitimate daughter in our Jiuxuan Mountain for so many years. Outsiders think that he has a good relationship with our Jiuxuan Sword Sect, but in fact he doesn't care about this daughter at all."
"Also, the Southern Wilderness will inevitably move westward within a hundred years. At that time, it will be difficult for everyone in our Western Xinjiang sects to protect themselves."
Wu Ziyuan looked at Tuoba Cheng: "Junior brother Tuoba, the sacrifice of the sect master, and the sacrifice of senior brother Lu Hao are all for the immortality of the inheritance of our Jiuxuan Sword Sect."
"As long as Han Muye has the righteousness of the sect in his heart, he should not bargain or play any tricks."
Tuoba Cheng nodded and whispered: "Senior brother is right."
Wu Ziyuan's face was filled with joy, and just as he was about to speak, Tuoba Cheng added: "I don't know what the relationship between Han Muye and Bai Suzhen is like, and whether Master Tu Sun invited him to the Taiyi Sword Sect on Yunchao Ridge."
The smile on Wu Ziyuan's face froze.
"The masters of Xuanyang Guard in Zhongzhou have invited him." Tuoba Cheng turned around and said as he walked: "It's so urgent. I'm still nourished after leaving Jiuxuan Sword Sect."
Until Zhang Zhihe also left with a smile, the expression on Wu Ziyuan's face had not calmed down.
Indeed, as Tuoba Cheng said, people do not necessarily have to hang themselves from a tree at the Jiuxuan Sword Gate.
The cohesion of the sect has never been at the expense of the interests of its disciples.
"No wonder Jinze chose you." Wu Ziyuan glanced at the empty hall, whispered, and turned around to walk out.
…
Han Muye returned to the sword pavilion and went straight to the third floor.
He was not lying when he said he wanted to retreat.
However, you need to refine the Golden Cloud Lotus into elixir and swallow it before retreating.
In that way, after changing your cultivation qualifications, your cultivation will definitely improve by leaps and bounds.
At present, he doesn't have many elixirs left. He will just deduce the alchemy techniques later.
Soon.
"Ancestor Tao Ran, it seems that you are not idle in Mushen City." Thinking of what Tuoba Cheng said, Han Muye whispered softly.
Xu Ying Dan, it turns out that Patriarch Tao Ran was studying Xu Ying Dan in Mushen City.
Under the current circumstances, Xijiang should indeed have a few more heavenly realms to ensure its own safety.
"I wonder what Taoist Wanhua and Lingdao Sect would think." Thinking of what Taoist Wanhua's avatar said in the underground tunnel of Black Rock Beach in Qingmang Mountain, Han Muye's expression darkened again.
As the most powerful man in Western Xinjiang, if Master Wanhua is determined to leave Tianxuan World and open the channel to blockade the town, he will eventually have a chance to succeed.
But if the channel is opened, no one knows what the consequences will be.
Back on Yunchao Ridge, if Huang Laoliu hadn't blocked the passage and allowed those outside evil spirits to enter the Western Territory, the current Western Territory would have been occupied by evil spirits.
Wanhua Taoist said that he has already contacted the fairy world.
The world of immortals, that world where immortals and Buddhas fill the sky.
Lingdao Sect.
Wanhua Taoist.
The third level of Nascent Soul.
Looking up out of the window, Han Muye took a deep breath.
The only good news now is that under the tunnel of Black Rock Beach, he killed the clone of Taoist Wanhua.
The death of this clone will make Taoist Wanhua need to retreat and regulate his breathing for at least three or two years.
Three or two years is too short a time.
Han Muye was not sure that he would be able to fight against the Great Elder of Lingdao Sect and Wanhua Taoist within three or two years.
Moreover, this matter cannot be told to others.
When the passage under Yunchao Ridge was opened, even Master Tu Sun abandoned his sect and left, not to mention that it was the passage suppressed by the Lingdao Sect and could contact the fairy world.
If other practitioners really knew about this, they might rush to help Taoist Wanhua open the blocked town.
Gently clenching his fists, Han Muye's eyes shone brightly.
If that world invades Tianxuan World, I wonder if the Zhongzhou Dynasty can stop it?
Do Prime Minister Wen and General Chongwu have the strength to resist?
But even if Zhongzhou takes action, if the passage is opened, Xijiang will be the first to suffer, right?
There is no use thinking too much. If you want to have more power, it is most reliable to improve your own strength.
Carrying the qi, blood and spiritual energy, and refining the sword pills in his dantian, Han Mu's ambition moved again.
He got up and walked down the stairs.
"Senior Brother Han."
Liu Hong, who was sitting behind the long desk, and Yang Mingxuan, who was wiping his sword, both bowed.
Han Muye nodded, looked at Liu Hong and said, "Junior brother Liu, please help me pay more attention to the news about Jianwan."
Jianwan.
The sword pills circulated in Western Xinjiang may be those scattered by Sword Master Yuan Tian back then.
If he can collect a few more sword pills, Han Muye is confident that his combat power will increase several times.
"Okay, I'll pay more attention to the news about Jianwan." Liu Hong nodded.
Han Muye turned around and saw Yang Mingxuan walking over.
"Senior Brother Han, are you planning to rearrange the nine sects in Xijiang?" Yang Mingxuan looked at Han Muye and spoke in a low voice.
Han Muye nodded.
This matter is spreading very quickly now.
"Senior Brother Han, I want to," Yang Mingxuan looked at Han Muye, with a glint in his eyes: "I want to represent the Mingshan Sword Sect and win the position of the nine sects."
Represents the Mingshan Sword Sect.
The current sect leader of Mingshan Sword Sect is Zhao Yankun, Yang Dingshan’s eldest disciple.
The Mingshan Sword Sect did not say that Yang Mingxuan was not a member of the Mingshan Sword Sect, but for such a long time, even after the sect leader succeeded to the throne, no one was sent to invite Yang Mingxuan.
Obviously, no one in the Mingshan Sword Sect cares about Yang Mingxuan.
But Yang Mingxuan still remembered Yang Dingshan's words.
If you have the ability, go and snatch the Mingshan Sword Sect back.
For Yang Dingshan, the position of the nine sects in Western Xinjiang is a lifelong goal.
It's a pity that it failed in the end and could not be realized.
"Help Mingshan Sword Sect become one of the nine sects in Western Xinjiang?" Han Muye looked at Yang Mingxuan.
Yang Mingxuan has now mastered the Sword Cultivation Technique and the Weapon Sword Technique.
Grow the sword bones, and then integrate the sword into your body.
Yang Mingxuan's current combat power can still cope with the ordinary third and fourth levels of foundation building.
Such strength is not weak among his peers.
But it is impossible to participate in the competition among the nine factions with such strength.
"Let me think about it, is there any way?" Han Muye nodded.
Before Yang Dingshan fell on Yunchao Ridge, he was so heroic.
Saying "I don't care about anyone in Western Xinjiang" means he died generously.
Now Yang Mingxuan wants to help Mingshan Sword Sect win the position of the nine sects, and Han Muye is willing to help him.
"Thank you, Senior Brother Han." Yang Mingxuan bowed to Han Muye, then turned around to clean the sword.
Liu Hong sighed, then looked at Han Muye and said, "Senior Brother Han, are you free, let's go take a look at the sword at the foot of the mountain?"
It was the long sword that seemed a little strange to him.
Han Muye nodded and followed him out of the sword pavilion.
Lu Gao wanted to follow, but was stopped by Han Muye.
Nafang City is not far away, only within a thousand miles, and it is under the rule of Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
very safe.
Han Muye knew that as soon as the nine sects' competition rules came out, many sects in Western Xinjiang wanted him dead.
He didn't plan to run around anytime soon.
But under the rule of Jiuxuan Sword Sect, there will be no problem.
Even with his own fighting power, he is not afraid of practitioners who are even half a step below the heavenly realm.
I rode a flying boat with Liu Hong and floated down the mountain.
Within a thousand miles, it didn't take long to get there.
"Laoshan Town, this place is the smallest among the several black markets under the control of Jiuxuan Sword Sect." Liu Hong, who put away the flying boat and changed his clothes, introduced as he walked.
In the black market, everything is hidden from view.
In a place like this, if you wear the robes of a Jiuxuan Sword Sect disciple, outsiders won't have too much contact with you.
At this time, Han Muye and Liu Hong not only changed their clothes, but also wore masks.
Anyway, along the way, many people were dressed like this, with black robes and masks.
When we arrived at the town, starting from the city gate, we could see practitioners in twos and threes setting up various stalls.
There are people selling elixirs, people selling spiritual materials, all kinds of jade slips, weapons, magic weapons, everything.
Just looking at Han Muye, these things are ordinary things.
He has already raised his horizons very high in Jiange.
It's not a spiritual weapon, so I basically don't bother to look at it.
"Senior Brother Han, there are no spiritual weapons here, even semi-spiritual weapons are rare." Seeing that Han Muye only glanced at them without showing interest, Liu Hong said with a smile.
"Don't even think about picking up leaks in a place like this."
Liu Hong shook his head and pointed around: "Most of the things here are real garbage."
"A small amount of it is stolen goods."
The word "pick up leaks" was told to him by Han Muye.
Han Muye said that his talent is very suitable for picking up mistakes.
Liu Hong led Han Muye to a corner and saw an old man wearing a green robe sitting there.
The old man has a thin face and a somewhat unkempt beard. There are some scattered spiritual materials and elixirs placed in front of him.
They are all extremely ordinary things, and together they are not worth even three or two spiritual stones.
Seeing Han Muye and Liu Hong standing in front of them, the old man didn't even raise his eyes.
"Where is your sword? Let me see it again."
When Liu Hong squatted down, he spoke in a low voice.
Upon hearing his words, the old man was stunned, opened his eyes wide, and looked at Liu Hong.
"Oh, it turns out to be you, fellow Taoist."
The old man narrowed his eyes and said softly: "You saw it last time. This sword will not be sold without eight thousand spiritual stones."
Liu Hong nodded and said: "Let me confirm again. If the sword is really good, I will buy it."
As he spoke, a piece of high-grade spiritual stone flashed in his palm.
The old man's eyes lit up, he glanced at Han Muye, and then took out a long sword wrapped in clear cloth from the backpack on his waist.
Liu Hong took the sword, held it with both hands, looked at it carefully, and then handed it to Han Muye.
Han Muye stretched out his hand to hold the long sword, and then put his hand on the hilt.
After pondering for a moment, he lowered his head and looked at the old man in front of him: "Are you really selling this sword?"
The old man laughed, nodded and said: "Sell it, why not sell it, just sell it if you give it the spirit stone."
Han Muye stroked the long sword with his palm and said calmly: "Liu Hong, give him a high-grade spiritual stone."
A piece of high-grade spiritual stone is worth ten thousand low-grade spiritual stones.
This is a direct increase of two thousand.
Liu Hong nodded, reached out and pressed the high-grade spiritual stone into the old man's cuff.
The old man was stunned and looked at Han Muye: "Fellow Taoist, I have nursed this sword for many years, but it is not worth ten thousand spirit stones."
The old man was already a little panicked when he offered eight thousand spiritual stones to sell his sword, but when he was offered ten thousand spiritual stones directly, he was extremely uneasy.
The person who can throw away ten thousand spirit stones so easily must be an extraordinary person.
Liu Hong also looked at Han Muye.
He didn't know why Han Muye had to pay more to put away his sword.
Han Muye chuckled lightly, turned around and left with his sword in hand. Words came softly: "The inheritance of Confucianism and Taoism in Zhongzhou is rare in Western Xinjiang."
"This sword has been maintained for decades by the awe-inspiring temperature, so it is worth that price."
Zhongzhou?
Awesome?
Confucianism and Taoism inheritance?
Liu Hong, who was following Han Muye, was stunned for a moment and turned to look at the old man selling the sword.
At this time, the old man was stunned in the distance, his eyes fixed on Han Muye.
When Han Muye and Liu Hong walked around the corner, the old man gritted his teeth, stood up, and strode after them without even leaving the stall.
Han Muye chuckled and led Liu Hong out of the town.
"Fellow."
"Fellow."
At the entrance of Laoshan Town, the old man shouted from behind and rushed forward to block Han Muye's way.
This made many people look over curiously.
Han Muye stopped and said calmly: "Why, you don't want to sell this sword?"
Hearing his words, the old man shook his head and said: "Sell, I will sell this sword."
Then he stared at Han Muye and lowered his voice: "Fellow Taoist, what are you talking about about the inheritance of Confucianism and Taoism?"
Han Muye laughed and said, "Didn't you say that you raised this sword?"
"How could you not know that there is awe-inspiring energy in this sword when you are nourishing it?"
The old man's expression changed, then he sighed softly, cupped his hands and said, "Fellow Taoist, this sword is not something I can nurture."
"But don't worry, the sword owner asked me to sell this sword."
Han Muye nodded.
The old man didn't lie.
The sword's master's aura is still there, but the sword does not resist the sword aura he wants to pour into it.
The owner of this sword is from Zhongzhou and a Confucian and Taoist practitioner in Zhongzhou.
"Come on, take us to meet the owner of this sword."
Han Muye said.
The old man's face stiffened, he remained silent for a moment, and whispered: "He, he doesn't have any grudge against you, does he?"
Han Muye shook his head and said: "I have never met him, how can there be any hatred?"
The old man scratched his head and led Han Muye and Liu Hong back to the town.
"I rescued Fellow Daoist Kong from the cliff of Luguling Mountain."
"He was seriously injured at the time and only had one breath left."
The old man named Zhang Suotu introduced them as he walked.
According to him, the sword was given to him by the person he rescued.
This man was seriously injured and his cultivation was ruined, so he sold the sword.
Follow Zhang Suotu through several alleys and enter a small courtyard.
The courtyard is not big, but it is clean.
In a courtyard full of wisteria, a middle-aged man in his forties wearing a green robe with a calm expression was sitting on a black wheelchair, basking in the sun.
Han Muye and the others walked into the small courtyard. The middle-aged man opened his eyes and saw Han Muye holding the sword in his hand, but the expression on his face did not change at all.
"Fellow Daoist Kong, these two would like to see you." Zhang Suotu said to the middle-aged man, then shrank back and quietly exited the courtyard.
Han Muye's eyes fell on the middle-aged legs.
"Haha, you two fellow Taoists, it's really difficult to move. Kong is rude." The middle-aged man cupped his hands and said with a smile.
Han Muye nodded, stretched out his hand and lifted off the mask.
Liu Hong also took off his mask.
The middle-aged people were stunned by the two young faces.
Han Muye sat on the stone bench not far from the middle-aged man, put his long sword on the table, then looked at the middle-aged man and said, "I'm very curious about how you got from Zhongzhou to Western Xinjiang."
His hand was lightly clasped on the hilt of the sword, and sword energy flowed slowly.
If he buys this sword, it becomes his.
He has already seen the memory in the sword.
What he was curious about now was that it was said that Confucian and Taoist practitioners had pure minds. He wanted to know if the person in front of him would lie in front of him.
Hearing Han Muye's words, the expression on the middle-aged man's face changed. He stared at Han Muye, pondered for a moment, and said in a low voice: "I didn't expect that there are people in Western Xinjiang who can recognize Haoran Qi."
Han Muye looked at him with a smile.
"My dear Kong Chaode is indeed from Zhongzhou."
"I am originally a clerk from Heze County, Nanyuan County, Zhongzhou. I have practiced Confucianism and Taoism for thirty years."
As the middle-aged man spoke, the aura on his body slowly changed.
Liu Hong, who was standing behind Han Muye, felt an indescribable majesty coming towards him.
This made him feel that there was no way to hide the darkness in his heart, as if he had to tell everything after spending the night at the foot of the mountain several times.
"Ahem." Han Muye coughed slightly, causing Liu Hong to tremble all over.
His face turned red and he quickly lowered his head.
"The inheritance of Confucianism and Taoism in Zhongzhou is most benevolent and righteous. Those who can practice Confucianism and Taoism are all gentlemen." Han Muye's voice sounded.
He put his hand on the long sword in front of him and said softly: "I'm more curious, Kong Wenwen, why you are willing to sell this gentleman's sword."
Gentleman's Sword.
Maintain yourself with the awe-inspiring air, among which the sword energy is the awe-inspiring air.
People nourish their swords with Confucianism and Taoism, and the sword nourishes people with the spirit of a gentleman.
This sword can be regarded as a Confucian and Taoist treasure.
Although the grade is relatively low.
Hearing Han Muye's words, Kong Chaode shook his head and sighed softly: "I am not going to die soon. It is difficult to repay Taoist friend Zhang for saving his life. Only this sword is worth some spiritual stones."
Hearing his words, Han Muye laughed, took his hand away from the sword, stood up and said, "Kong Wenshu, if you don't tell me the truth, I won't help you."
"In the eyes of people who don't know Haoran Qi, this sword is as expensive as a piece of spiritual stone."
"You are selling this sword just to attract someone who knows this sword."
Han Muye's words made Kong Chaode sit up straight, and the expression on his face turned solemn.
He cupped his hands and said in a deep voice: "Fellow Taoist really knows Haoran Qi, so there must be a way to contact Zhongzhou."
"I asked fellow Taoist to help me summon the Xuanyang Guards, saying that Zhennan Commander Qian Yiming used public weapons for personal use. It was apparently to conquer the Southern Wilderness, but in fact it was to seize the Secret Land of Ten Thousand Monsters in the Southern Wilderness."
Finally said this.
Han Muye had already seen the memory of this incident in the sword just now.
As a clerk in Heze County, Kong Chaode came into contact with Qian Yiming because he handled the logistics of the Xuanyang Guards and the Red Flame Army.
It was also unintentionally that he knew that Qian Yiming was conquering the Southern Wilderness for the secret realm of ten thousand monsters.
However, before Kong Chaode had time to report these things, he was hunted down by Qian Yiming's men.
Fortunately, the Kong family in Heze County is also a wealthy family and has connections in the imperial city.
Kong Chaode escaped with the help of his tribe.
But Qian Yiming was ruthless enough, creating the illusion that the monsters were attacking Zhongzhou, slaughtering the Kong family, and cutting off Kong Chaode's way to the imperial city, forcing him to turn to the southern wilderness.
Kong Chaode traveled across the Southern Wilderness and was chased by the masters of the Red Flame Army and tracked by monsters. It was not until the battle of Yunchaoling that he escaped to the Western Xinjiang with the help of chaos on the battlefield.
However, he was affected on Yunchao Ridge and was seriously injured.
"Fellow Taoist, please tell me that Qian Yiming knows what secrets there are in the Secret Realm of Ten Thousand Demons."
"Too bad I have no way of knowing."
Kong Chaode raised his hand to Han Muye, and then held a jade slip in his palm.
Looking at the jade slip, Han Muye shook his head and said, "Kong Wenwen, I can't help you with this matter."
"You don't know that there is a bet between Qian Yiming and Butcher Lu that Prime Minister Wen will not interfere in their affairs for a hundred years."
Will Wen Xiang interfere?
Kong Chaode's eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, his face showed confusion, and then, there was endless sadness.
"So, I don't have the slightest chance to avenge the Manchus of my Kong family who were massacred?"
Han Muye nodded, then shook his head, leaned down slightly, and whispered: "You can choose to live well, maybe you can wait for the opportunity."
"I am very interested in your talent in running a county's grain and grass and arranging the logistics of a thirty thousand army."
Kong Chaode raised his head and looked at Han Muye.
