The next time the sword disciple comes, as long as he is in harmony with this sword, he will be able to activate this sword energy, coordinate with his own sword skills, and continuously improve his sword skills practice.
This method, although it consumes a sword energy, can quickly lead a sword disciple.
For Han Muye, it was just a sword energy.
For the sword-leading disciples, this is a lifetime opportunity.
By the time Yang Mingxuan returned, Han Muye had already imbued nearly a hundred long swords with sword energy.
Among these swords, there is a shadow that is suitable for practicing swordsmanship.
All the information about these swords are also recorded in the jade slips.
"Senior Brother Han, this is the spiritual stone that Elder Sun asked me to bring back."
Yang Mingxuan handed a small box to Han Muye.
Han Muye took it with a smile on his face.
The old man Sun Ce has always been very cunning.
This time, he was very generous. The pills given by the ancestor of the Mu family were exchanged for nearly a hundred high-grade spiritual stones.
This is a million low-grade spiritual stones.
"Elder Sun said that Senior Brother Han, you must be short of money now, and you even sell these pills. He tried his best to raise these spiritual stones."
Yang Mingxuan said.
It's quite a bit conscientious.
Han Muye thought that he could send some elixirs to the alchemy hall in exchange for spiritual stones in the future.
Putting away the spirit stone, Han Muye handed the jade slip in his hand to Yang Mingxuan.
Yang Mingxuan took it with some confusion, his spiritual thoughts penetrated, and his eyes widened.
"Senior Brother Han, this, this -"
According to the records in this jade slip, it is very clear who is suitable to receive what sword in the sword pavilion.
This kind of arrangement is simply an unimaginable opportunity for those low-level disciples.
"Take your time. When I have time, I will look at all the swords in the sword pavilion." Han Muye turned to look at the swords full of swords and said softly: "From now on, this sword pavilion will be the holy land on Jiuxuan Mountain."
Holy place.
As long as you come to receive the sword, you will not only get a handy sword, but also get guidance on swordsmanship.
What is a place like this if not a holy place?
For a moment, Yang Mingxuan didn't know how to describe the shock in his heart.
He only thinks about cultivating wholeheartedly and reviving the Mingshan Sword Sect.
But Senior Brother Han has already thought about turning the Sword Pavilion into a holy place of swordsmanship.
Is this the difference between people?
In the end, he is a swordsman who banishes immortals. Such a character is simply beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Han Muye turned around and saw Lin Shen and Jiang Ming walking back from outside the Jiange.
They were both happy to see Han Muye come out of seclusion.
"Sir, if you don't come out of seclusion, I will ask you to come out of seclusion immediately."
Jiang Ming stepped forward with a happy face and said in a low voice: "I took on a big business and want to refine an immortal elixir. The financial owner has urged me several times."
He stretched out his palm with a smile on his face: "Five million spiritual stones, a sixth-grade divine elixir, an immortal grade."
The Pure God Pill is the ninth level of enlightenment. Swallowing it when preparing to condense the Golden Pill can increase the quality of the pill.
In the same elixir formation period, some people's golden elixirs are real golden elixirs, while others' golden elixirs are not as good as Qishen.
The reason for this lies in how strong the spiritual power of Jindan practitioners is.
The stronger the condensation of the divine soul in the enlightenment stage, the thicker the condensation of the golden elixir.
The Pure Spirit Pill is to temper the soul again before condensing the Golden Pill.
This elixir used to cost about 500,000 spiritual stones.
If it is a high-quality product, it can be sold for about 800,000 to one million yuan.
For high-grade elixirs, the impact of the quality difference on the price is not that outrageous.
If the price doubles, it is already extremely expensive.
For the best quality, it would only cost two million spirit stones at most.
Based on this price, the immortal product would not reach five million spirit stones.
To be able to spend five million spiritual stones to refine a divine elixir is really a big benefactor.
"Young master, I don't know that the elixir market in Western Xinjiang has been very volatile recently. Major sects are hoarding elixirs, and the prices of almost all elixirs have skyrocketed."
Jiang Ming's words made Han Muye slightly stunned.
Then, with a weird look on his face, he reported the name and quantity of the elixir that Yang Mingxuan had brought to the elixir hall to exchange for spiritual stones.
Jiang Ming calculated and came up with a price.
One and a half million spirit stones.
Just now, I was moved by Sun Ce giving me one million spiritual stones.
As a result, he could make a profit of 500,000 spiritual stones by changing hands.
Han Muye felt that old man Sun Ce was as unpopular as Patriarch Tao Ran.
Jiang Ming will go down the mountain again tomorrow, make an appointment, and wait for Han Muye to take action to refine the elixir.
Naturally, the business of five million spiritual stones cannot be lost.
Practitioners from other sects who are at the ninth level of Qishen will definitely not dare to go to Jiuxuan Mountain.
Although the Jiuxuan Sword Sect is not an evil sect, it does not allow people to come and go at will.
After finalizing the alchemy business, Han Muye looked at the three people in front of him, raised his hand, and three pale golden elixirs appeared in his palm.
"This is a pill that can change your cultivation qualifications."
Han Muye looked solemn on his face and whispered: "Swallow it directly and don't tell outsiders."
A pill that can change your qualifications!
Han Muye's words made the three of them change their minds.
Yang Mingxuan had poor cultivation aptitude at the beginning. His father spent a lot of time searching for a treasure that could change a practitioner's aptitude. Naturally, he knew how precious a pill that could change a practitioner's aptitude was.
As for Jiang Ming, he is an alchemy cultivator and is more aware of the value of such elixirs. Such elixirs cannot be found in the entire Western Xinjiang.
Lin Shen may not know how much this elixir is worth, but he accompanied Han Muye to collect golden lotus seeds, and he knew from the monk that such a treasure was definitely not within his reach.
However, none of the three refused, took the elixir, and each went to swallow it and refine it.
The rules in the sword pavilion, the rewards from Senior Brother Han, and then.
After a night of practice and seeing the three of them again, Han Muye could sense the differences in the three of them.
A faint sword intent emerged from Yang Mingxuan's body, and his whole person had the aura of a long sword.
Jiang Ming has a much calmer demeanor and seems to be less impetuous than a casual cultivator.
As for Lin Shen, standing there, he was like a rock.
"Congratulations, Coach Lin, your swordsmanship, which cost tens of thousands of dollars to draw, has finally been mastered."
Han Muye said with a smile in his eyes.
The mastery of swordsmanship is the mastery of swordsmanship.
Although Lin Shen was powerful in battle before, it was all the power of the great monk's jade bones.
Only at this time, he has perfected his own swordsmanship, and with this swordsmanship, he can fight against the peak of Qishen.
Lin Shen now has the qualifications to compete with the Half-Step Heaven Realm.
Although the jade bone is not fused enough, it is still difficult to defeat the Half-Step Heaven Realm, but his own combat power can be regarded as a strong one among the golden elixir overhauls.
In the Jiuxuan Sword Sect, Lin Shen's contemporary Zhao Pu is still at the third or fourth level of the Earth Realm Channel Channel.
There are not many other direct descendant elites who can have the fighting power of God.
Lin Shen is already a leader among his peers.
"These are all given by you." Lin Shen bowed to Han Muye and said solemnly: "Lin Shen understands in his heart."
Han Muye reached out and patted his shoulder.
Coach Lin has an upright and upright temperament, and he has his own determination in his heart.
"We in Jiange are one and the same, we don't need to care about these external things."
Han Muye glanced at Lin Shen, Jiang Ming and the others, with an arrogance he had never shown before.
"My sword pavilion will definitely become famous in the Western Border and Tianxuan, and become a holy place in the hearts of sword cultivators all over the world."
Yesterday, he said that the sword pavilion would become the holy place of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
Today, he said that the sword pavilion will become the holy place for sword cultivation in the world.
This is not because he is arrogant.
If you want to become someone who surpasses someone as powerful as Yuan Tian Sword Master, you don't even have the ability to build a holy land for sword cultivation. How can you possibly compete with Yuan Tian Sword Master?
Upon hearing Han Muye's words, both Yang Mingxuan and Lin Shen's faces flashed with excitement.
Senior Brother Han’s heart turns out to be so big!
When Jiang Ming first knew that Han Muye wanted to open up business in Zhongzhou, he was already restrained.
At this point, numb.
If someone can come up with a magic elixir that allows him to improve his qualifications by three levels overnight, and he doesn't hesitate to give it away to him, what reason does he have for not following him to the death?
Since Han Muye wants to build a holy land of swordsmanship, he will give his full support.
"Don't worry, Young Master, Jiang Ming will go all out and die for Young Master." Jiang Ming bowed and spoke in a deep voice.
"Die in the service of senior brother." Yang Mingxuan and Lin Shen also bowed.
Han Muye laughed, waved his hands, walked out of the sword pavilion, and said calmly: "Do your own thing."
Lin Shen and the other three looked up, looked at each other, and nodded.
Han Muye left the Jiange Pavilion and headed towards the Jianmen Library.
In the past, he rarely went to the library because most of the classics in the library were useless to him.
Now he went to the library to look for books that could enhance his Confucianism and Taoism.
Along the way, all the disciples of the Sword Sect whom they met bowed with excitement on their faces.
Elder Han of the Sword Pavilion, for the sake of righteousness in the world, killed demons with one sword and exhausted his cultivation.
Under the deliberate publicity of Jiuxuan Sword Sect, Han Muye has now become the benchmark figure of Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
In the minds of practitioners in Western Xinjiang, the Jiuxuan Sword Sect has also become a great and upright sect.
In the past half month, there have been a large number of young people coming to worship at the gate of Jiuxuan Mountain every day.
Han Muye returned the courtesy with a smile, and flew towards the library.
When he arrived at the library, the deacons and elders who received him were also very enthusiastic.
Help him arrange a secluded location and personally deliver all the books he needs.
"Senior Brother Han, according to what you said, I will send you all the books you may need."
The old man with gray hair and gray robe held a thick stack of books and carefully placed them on the long desk in front of Han Muye.
"Junior brother Lao Cui is here."
Han Muye said softly.
This old man named Cui Helian is the deacon elder who manages the library, and his cultivation level is at the fourth level of alchemy.
"It's what you should do to help Senior Brother Han." Cui Helian looked at Han Muye with a complicated look on his face.
In his opinion, Han Muye's aura at this time was ordinary, with only a faint aura shrouding him, and his cultivation level was no more than a first-level cultivation.
It was obvious that the road to reconstruction was not smooth.
Most practitioners who want to start practicing again will have various cognitive obstacles.
So Senior Brother Han wants to collect Confucian and Taoist classics and switch to Confucianism and Taoism?
Cui Helian sighed in his heart.
If Confucianism and Taoism were so easy to practice, there would be no Confucianism and Taoism inheritance in Western Xinjiang.
"Senior brother, do you want to practice Confucianism?" Cui Helian whispered as he looked at Han Muye.
Han Muye nodded and did not deny it.
"Senior brother, there is no inheritance of Confucianism and Taoism in Western Xinjiang." Cui Helian pointed to the books and said: "These books cannot cultivate the awe-inspiring spirit of Confucianism and Taoism."
"The most important thing in Confucianism and Taoism is order."
"Without the dynastic order of Zhongzhou in Western Xinjiang, it would be difficult to cultivate Confucianism and Taoism."
Hearing his words, Han Muye raised his eyebrows and said, "Junior Brother Cui has studied Confucianism and Taoism?"
Cui Helian nodded, with a wry smile on his face: "I started studying Confucianism and Taoism when my cultivation stagnated for a period of sixty years."
"It's a pity that I gained nothing in thirty years."
What practitioners fear most is stagnation in practice.
Once it cannot be improved, it means that it has encountered a bottleneck, or that the upper limit of one's own qualifications and other aspects has been reached.
Without great opportunity, there is no hope of breakthrough in this life.
Sighing softly, Cui Helian shook his head and said, "Actually, I'm pretty good. I have books in this library. I read and write every day to sharpen my mind."
"Even if you can't practice Confucianism, you can still have thoughts."
"In the world of spiritual practice, how many practitioners have no way to improve and end up embarking on the devil's path, or even..."
He didn't say any more.
He may even become an evil cultivator and become an unscrupulous evil demon.
Why do evil practices continue?
Why can those evil spirits deceive practitioners?
Just because in this world of spiritual practice, there are too many people who have no way to practice.
As long as you have the opportunity to improve, have the opportunity to go further, and pay the price you think you can pay, what does it matter?
Han Muye also understands this.
Even he himself, if he really couldn't practice cultivation, might think of wrong ideas.
What’s more, those who have practiced cultivation for countless years only to see their path cut off?
"I won't disturb senior brother from reading." Cui Helian smiled and cupped his hands and walked out of the quiet room.
Watching him go out, Han Muye turned his eyes to the book in front of him.
Reach out and gently open these books.
These are not cultivation techniques, but various travel notes and records of Jianmen's predecessors in the past.
Many of these insights and insights were very helpful to Han Muye.
Opening the book, the words flowed, and pictures appeared in his mind.
There are swordsmen who carry long swords and roar throughout the world, and there are also the whispers of strong men who have wasted years and finally achieved enlightenment.
These senior masters may act freely and informally, or they may have swordsmanship in their hearts, and they may act like swords, resolutely and resolutely.
Reading these books is like savoring the life of each master of swordsmanship.
The mortal curse in Han Muye's sacred treasure turned into a pale golden peach blossom, with petals swaying and golden light gathering the awe-inspiring aura in the sacred treasure, making it more condensed.
Han Muye never read all the books at once.
He only read a few books before closing them with satisfaction.
Too much is too much.
There is ample time.
Confucianism and Taoism are all about cultivating the mind.
When he walked out of the quiet room, Cui Helian came up to him with a smile on his face.
"Senior brother, can you get anything?"
Han Muye nodded and said, "The harvest has been quite fruitful."
A lot of gains?
Can it really be gained?
Watching Han Muye leave, the expression on Cui Hyuklian's face changed.
He quickly turned around and went into the quiet room to look through the books that Han Muye had just read.
He wanted to see if there were really Confucian and Taoist practices in these books.
Ordinarily, Han Muye would not lie to him.
…
After walking out of the library, Han Muye did not return to Jiange, but turned around and walked towards the sect's spiritual place not far away.
The sect’s spiritual place is more lively than ever.
There are many more elite disciples.
These disciples who have gone through battles with Fengling Sword Sect, bloody battles on Fengshou Mountain, and battles on Yunchao Ridge have a dignified aura and profound swordsmanship.
As expected, fighting is the only way to grow as a swordsman.
Although there were many people in the secret place, there were few who knew Han Muye well.
Li San went to Zhongzhou, and Lu Shi died.
Song Qi, who came back, was taciturn, and Qi Shisan and the others were also in retreat.
After a trip to the spiritual land, Han Mu felt a little more disappointed in his ambition.
"Haha, practice is just like that."
Zhang Zhihe, the supreme elder who came behind Han Muye at some point, spoke softly.
"Look at our generation, now there is no one left in a hundred."
"Those who were traveling with me back then, those who fell, left, betrayed, and even..."
Zhang Zhihe didn't say anything, but Han Muye understood.
He even takes action himself, cutting off the opponent's path and life.
When cultivating, you compete with heaven and earth, and your enemies. Sometimes, don’t you also have to compete with your classmates and friends?
"Look at the number of people in the spiritual land now. They will be sparse in a few days."
Zhang Zhihe spoke softly and looked into the distance: "When I go to the Fire Source Realm and come back, I don't know how many people there are."
I don’t know how many people came back.
Cultivation is not a trip, the experience there is fighting with one's life.
Han Muye nodded.
Sword cultivation is like this.
Returning to the sword pavilion from the spiritual land, Han Muye activated the formation and entered the underground space of the sword pavilion.
There is the real core location of Jiange.
As soon as he entered the underground level, the small black sword stuck in the hair on Han Muye's head began to vibrate.
On top of it, strands of space power emitted, beginning to repair the gaps that seemed to have appeared around it.
The power of the boundary sealing order was originally used to seal the void passage.
Reaching out and holding the small sword, Han Muye could feel the space power absorbed by the small sword before, blending with the space power here.
In the small sword, the beacon of the space passage here is activated.
There are now two landmarks in this small sword.
One place is to lead to the fire source world, and the other place is to open the passage here, leading to an unknown realm.
Now, as long as Han Muye activates the space power in the small sword and triggers the traction of the beacon, he can leave the Tianxuan world.
However, Han Muye did not do this, and instead inserted the small sword back into his hair.
With his current strength, he is far from being able to leave the Tianxuan world and run rampant.
He raised his head and looked at a group of spiritual lights placed on the wooden frame in front of him.
Before, this was an umbrella.
The black iron umbrella is dilapidated and dilapidated.
"Hey, is there another magic weapon here?"
Taoist Dayan's voice sounded, filled with surprise.
"Let me ask you, how rich is your net worth?"
Taoist Dayan's figure appeared in front of the aura, looked at it carefully, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
"Unfortunately, the weapon spirit has dissipated."
He said it was a pity, with a clearly relaxed look on his face.
Obviously, a magic weapon without a weapon spirit is not qualified to compete with him for the position of the number one magic weapon in Han Muye's hands.
Zhao Yunlong is very knowledgeable and will not argue.
The Daoyuan Cauldron weapon spirit has been devoured.
The magic weapon in front of me also has no weapon spirit.
Turning his head, Taoist Dayan glanced at Han Muye.
Isn't this guy's opportunity too good?
Why do all the treasures belong to him?
Do you really want to recognize him as your Lord?
Is this a fateful encounter?
Han Muye didn't want to reveal Taoist Daoyan's thoughts. He took a step forward and reached out to hold the aura.
The spiritual light vibrated and turned into a handle of sapphire Ruyi.
The jade Ruyi, which is one foot and three inches long, has a warm spiritual light and a soft halo. The interlaced spiritual patterns on it are pleasing to the eye.
Holding Ruyi in his hand, a spiritual energy was poured into it. There was a vibration from Ruyi, and then it slowly transformed.
One is bigger and the other is smaller.
Sometimes it's longer and sometimes it's shorter.
Sometimes it turns into a long sword, sometimes it turns into a short spear.
Sometimes it's a folding fan, sometimes it's a big bow.
A magic formula appeared in Han Muye's divine treasure.