Living outside by the water, on the mountain road, Mu Wan lowered her head.
"Senior brother, I, I will find a way to help you find the elixir to increase your longevity."
The elixir for increasing lifespan is so hard to find, it is completely rare.
Mu Wan said such words without feeling confident in her heart.
Han Muye chuckled lightly, turned to look at her and said, "Junior sister, don't worry, it's just a loss of life span, it's nothing serious."
Mu Wan's alchemy cultivation level naturally makes it impossible to tell how much life he has left.
Nodding, Mu Wan said softly: "Senior brother, you go back to the Jiange Pavilion, and I'm going back to the Alchemy Hall."
Han Muye saw that it was getting late, nodded and said: "Okay, I will go to the Alchemy Hall when I have time. If you need my help in enlightenment, you can also come to the Sword Pavilion to find me."
This little girl would look better if she grew longer.
What's more, she is a rich little woman with a pure heart.
Huang Laoliu's instigation was reasonable.
The two of them left along the mountain road. After a while, Mu Wan returned to the intersection with a sad face.
She looked at the direction Han Muye was leaving, then turned towards Bangshui Residence.
After a moment, Mu Wan, who looked pale, turned around again.
"Senior Brother Han, you only have six or seven days left to live..."
She whispered in her mouth, frowned, clenched her fists, and strode forward.
…
Han Muye did not return to Jiange.
Using the power of body refining, his figure was like the wind, and he could cross several feet in one step. In just over a quarter of an hour, he had already arrived at the Qingxi Stream where the outer disciples lived.
Looking at the wooden house in front of him, taking a deep breath, Han Muye strode over.
The owner of the wooden house seemed to be aware of it and opened the door.
Mo Yuan.
The first person from the outer gate.
"Yesterday they said someone was looking for me, so I guessed it was you."
Mo Yuan chuckled, raised his hand to indicate, then turned around and walked back to the wooden house with a little staggering steps.
Han Muye walked into the wooden house and saw that it was poorly furnished and did not even have some necessities.
Mo Yuan sat in front of a small wooden table, raised his head and said, "If you were a day or two late, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to find me."
What's the meaning?
Han Muye sat cross-legged opposite Mo Yuan and whispered: "Why?"
Mo Yuan's face looked both lonely and relieved: "Haha, my wish is over, why are you still here?"
Having said this, he looked at Han Muye, his cloudy eyes showing a hint of brightness.
My wish has come true. Has Wan Jian Guizong been passed on to me?
There is a hint of enlightenment in Han Mu's ambition.
Mo Yuan stayed at Jiuxuan Sword Sect because he wanted to pass on the Ten Thousand Swords Sect that he had created throughout his life.
Now that he has learned Ten Thousand Swords and returned to the sect, he has fulfilled his wish and is ready to leave Jiuxuan Sword Sect, either to go into seclusion or return to his hometown.
Mo Yuan raised his head and said with a smile: "You, do you have any questions about practicing Ten Thousand Swords and returning to the sect?"
Han Muye pondered for a moment, then whispered: "Senior, I wonder how you can solve the problem of sword energy entering the body?"
Hearing Han Muye's words, Mo Yuan touched his hand, his face full of joy: "I knew you were born to practice swordsmanship."
"It's only been a while now, but you've figured out the secret to the Ten Thousand Swords Returning Sect!"
A trace of sadness flashed across his face, and Mo Yuan seemed to be lost in memories: "Back then, I was determined to create the Ten Thousand Swords Guizong, but there was no progress in ten years."
"Later, I went to see the elder of the Sword Pavilion who was dying because his sword aura had dissipated due to the Jiu Xuan Sword. He told me -"
Having said this, Mo Yuan raised his hand and took out an ancient long sword and placed it on the table in front of him.
"Canglang——"
The long sword is unsheathed, as clear as water.
"Wipe your sword every day and cultivate your sword spirit for ten years."
"When the first ray of sword energy enters the body..."
Mo Yuan suddenly grinned, leaned forward, and gently put the long sword into the scabbard, as if the words he didn't want to say were heard by the long sword.
"Have you ever practiced double cultivation?"
The corners of the old man's eyes were filled with vulgarity.
Han Muye nodded. He had experienced the feelings Mo Yuan mentioned.
Seeing him nod, Mo Yuan's face became even more vulgar, and he waved his hand and said, "Yes, that's the feeling. You must have tasted it once, then..."
"I know the feeling of sword energy entering the body." Han Muye said in a low voice.
"Haha, that's good, then - what!" Mo Yuan, who was laughing, overturned the wooden table in front of him and dropped the long sword to the ground without caring.
He rushed in front of Han Muye and grabbed Han Muye's arm.
"Sword energy enters the body, sword energy enters the body..."
His palms moved inch by inch on Han Muye's arms, groping for them, and his face turned pale.
"You are too impatient, too impatient. Three years, three years is the best time to condense the first ray of sword energy. At that time, the body's muscles and bones have adapted to the sword energy."
"If you act like this, your vitality will be damaged, and your longevity will be wasted by the sword energy..."
"Hey, it's all my fault. It's all my fault that I didn't explain the taboos of practice to you." Mo Yuan's face was full of self-blame.
"I am a sword watcher from Jiange. The sword energy entering my body has nothing to do with practicing Ten Thousand Swords and Returning to the Sect." Looking at the old man's expression, Han Muye said softly.
"Sword watcher?" Mo Yuan was stunned.
He slowly sat back to his seat and whispered: "Yes, sword watchers. Sword watchers are the easiest to obtain sword energy. Why didn't I think of it..."
Having said this, he paused and looked at Han Muye: "How long do you think your energy can last?"
How long can it last?
Han Mu sighed in his ambition. If he could survive for a long time, he would not come to Mo Yuan, an old man in his dying years, to ask for elixirs.
Seeing Han Muye's silence, Mo Yuan nodded and said, "I understand."
He fumbled around, took out a small wooden box, and then opened it. There was a small jade bottle inside.
"Boy, I have a pill here that can help you increase your longevity a little."
He handed the elixir to Han Muye in an understatement.
Looking at the elixir in front of him, Han Muye fell silent again.
This elixir is worth thirty thousand spiritual stones.
With 30,000 spirit stones, you can do many things.
For an outer disciple like Mo Yuan, thirty thousand spirit stones should be a lifetime savings.
Moreover, this pill was given by Mo Yuan to extend his life.
His own lifespan should be almost over.
"Senior, this elixir is valuable and will be useful to you." Han Muye said in a low voice.
Originally, he was planning to come to Mo Yuan to buy this pill.
But when she saw Mo Yuan and saw him packing everything, Han Muye already understood.
Mo Yuan's life is about to end and he wants to take advantage of his last moments to leave the sect.
Now, Mo Yuan sent the elixir to Han Muye, but he couldn't bear to ask for it again.
He wanted the elixir to prolong his life, why didn't Mo Yuan do the same?
"Haha, I am an old man, what difference does it make if I want this pill or not?" Mo Yuan shook his head and looked at Han Muye.
"This elixir is not given to you in vain."
"You promise me two conditions."
As he said that, he raised his hand: "First, come with me down the mountain tomorrow and visit my hometown."
"Secondly, if so, in the future, Wan Jian will not be allowed to return to the sect and the inheritance will be cut off."
Mo Yuan meant that if one day Han Muye himself died, he must pass on the Ten Thousand Swords to the sect instead of directly cutting off the inheritance.
It's just that he didn't say it so clearly.
"If I don't come, are you going to go back to your hometown alone?" Han Muye looked at Mo Yuan.
"I came with seven or eight friends. After two hundred years, I was the only one left..." Mo Yuan nodded.
This is the case with spiritual practice. Over the course of a hundred years, old friends will wither away.
"Then, I wonder if senior's hometown is far away?" Han Muye asked in a low voice.
He wanted to give Mo Yuan a ride, but he didn't want to leave Jiange for too long.
"Haha, it's not far away. It's thousands of miles below the mountain. It only takes four or five days to go back and forth by sect's chariot." Mo Yuan looked at Han Muye, with a trace of expectation in his eyes.
"Okay, tomorrow, I'll wait for you senior at the mountain gate." Han Muye bowed, then bent down, picked up Mo Yuan's sword, placed it on the wooden table, and then turned around and left.
Looking at his leaving figure and the pills still on the table, Mo Yuan showed a trace of relief on his face.