27, play the role of Mo Yuan's disciple, return to his hometown
When he returned to Jiange, Huang Laoliu was clearing away the books on the table.
Seeing Han Muye come back, he grinned and placed two spiritual stones on the table.
"Sixth Brother is also opening today?" Han Muye smiled and reached out to pick up the two spiritual stones.
He now has three high-grade spiritual stones on his body, but he really doesn't have even one low-grade spiritual stone.
"It's a good day today, here are two inner disciples who lead swords." Huang Laoliu said cheerfully with a trace of pride on his face.
Those who hold the sword will receive filial piety, and those who observe the sword will distribute the spirit stones. This is the unspoken rule in the sword pavilion.
Just how many pieces can be obtained depends on the skill of the sword watcher.
Huang Laoliu was able to share two spiritual stones with Han Muye, and he still had at least five or six in his hands. Of course he was happy with this income.
"Brother Six, I want to go down the mountain for a few days." Han Muye put away the spirit stone and said in a low voice.
Going down the mountain?
Huang Laoliu looked at Han Muye, and then a look of confusion flashed across his face.
This guy has good speed. Is he going to go down the mountain with that Junior Sister Mu to accomplish something good?
There are many things on the mountain that are not convenient.
Just like the matter of dual cultivation.
"Sure, how many days will it take? If the ancestor asks, I'll report it." Huang Laoliu asked with a smile.
"Five or six days." Han Muye calculated, it's about the same round trip.
"It's better for you young people." Huang Laoliu glanced at Han Muye's gray temples, shook his head, and walked back to the quiet room.
Han Muye felt that Huang Laoliu must have misunderstood something, but after thinking about it, he had no explanation.
He returned to the quiet room, observed the sword intentions in the air sea, and then recalled the physical training techniques and sword skills he had practiced.
It's strange that when I held Mo Yuan's sword today, there was a sense of resistance in the sword.
Didn't understand anything.
Don't know the reason for this.
Early the next morning, Han Muye placed a top-grade Yun Qi Pill and three fine Cloud Qi Pills on the wooden couch in the quiet room, and then left quietly.
If his life span is really over, then these Yunqi Pills should be given to Huang Laoliu as a token of acquaintance.
After walking out of the sword pavilion, he looked towards the fish-belly-white Dongfang, took a deep breath, adjusted the purple flame sword behind his back, and strode towards the mountain gate.
Along the way, from time to time there were outer disciples and servant disciples in green and gray robes bowing and saluting.
Because he was wearing the white robe of an inner disciple.
When we arrived at the mountain gate, Mo Yuan hadn't arrived yet.
There were quite a few outer disciples and servants coming in and out there.
Listening to their discussion, it seemed that visitors from outside the sect were coming today, and they wanted to set up the square in front of the mountain gate to welcome them.
"Snapped--"
There was a crisp sound, and the flower pot held by a handyman in gray robe shattered to pieces.
"Don't you have eyes?" With a low voice, the outer disciple beside the handyman disciple shouted angrily and kicked him on the back.
The handyman disciple staggered, turned over, and fell to the ground.
The location is not far from Han Muye.
Han Muye, who was originally too lazy to care about this matter, lowered his head. When he saw the appearance of the handyman disciple, a smile flashed across his face. He took two steps forward and stretched out his hand.
"Brother Lu."
The person who fell to the ground was Lu Gao, the handyman disciple who had led Han Muye into the Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
Lu Gao raised his head and was slightly startled when he saw Han Muye, who was wearing a white robe. He subconsciously got up, then bowed and saluted.
The servant disciples have the lowest status in the sect. Not to mention the inner disciples wearing white robes, even the outer disciples can yell at them.
"Lu Gao has met senior brother."
After saying that, Lu Gao quietly raised his head and looked at Han Muye.
His eyes fell on Han Muye's face, and he was stunned again: "Han, Brother Han..."
The two people were reminiscing about old times here, and the surrounding outer sect and servant disciples also saw them.
When he heard Lu Gao calling Brother Han Muye, the outer disciple who kicked Lu Gao turned pale.
"Good boy, Lu Gao has a brother from the inner sect?" A servant in gray robes whispered, his face full of envy.
"I haven't heard of it, and I don't know what the relationship is." Some people looked at Han Muye and Lu Gao, trying to guess how close they were.
"This handyman disciple actually has an inner disciple as his backer. Sun Santong is kicking the iron this time." Not far away, some of the outer disciples in green robes also spoke in a low voice.
"Senior brother, please calm down. I didn't mean to kick Brother Lu Gao. The mission is really urgent." An outer disciple named Sun Santong hurriedly stepped forward and bowed to Han Muye, sweating profusely as he explained.
He is not stupid. When Han Muye asks or Lu Gao files a complaint, Han Muye will punish him for the sake of face.
It's better to admit your mistake first.
Han Muye didn't look at him, but looked at Lu Gao and said, "Brother Lu, is there something wrong with your health?"
His attitude surprised Lu Gao.
He knew that Han Muye was a sword watcher at the Sword Pavilion and was not a truly profound inner disciple, but outsiders didn't know that!
Among the sects, only clothes and robes are recognized.
Here today, Han Muye, who is wearing a white robe from the inner sect, is very kind to himself. From now on, others will look up to him wherever he goes.
"Nothing, nothing." Lu Gao stretched out his hand to pat the dust on himself, and then said happily.
Han Muye nodded, turned around and saw that a carriage had arrived at the mountain gate. Two outer disciples in green robes followed the carriage and strode towards it.
The carriage stopped, and the two tall horses snorted and kicked their hooves on the bluestone.
"Okay, you don't have to send it away." An old voice came from the carriage.
It was Mo Yuan.
The two people behind the carriage looked at each other, sighed softly, and one of them cupped his hands and said: "Brother, the journey is high and the water is long, and it will be a smooth journey."
Another person also said: "Brother, take care."
In the carriage, Mo Yuan hummed softly.
Han Muye squinted his eyes and looked at the frame.
Mo Yuan had been together in the outer sect for two hundred years, and when he left, only two people saw him off.
This scene is truly desolate.
He took a few steps forward and sat in front of the frame.
"Thank you for sending me this." Turning his head, he raised his hand and threw out two pills.
The two green-robed outer disciples were stunned and subconsciously caught it.
"hiss--"
"This is, this is a fine Yunqi Pill!"
The two of them whispered in surprise, and then bowed to Han Muye: "Thank you, senior brother, for the reward."
A fine Yun Qi Pill costs three hundred spirit stones. For an outer disciple, it would be impossible to earn it without eating or drinking for several years.
Han Muye pulled the reins and the carriage moved forward slowly.
When he reached Lu Gao's side, he threw the jade bottle with the last fine Yunqi Pill left over him.
"Brother Lu, I'll treat you to a drink when I come back."
Lu Gao reached out to catch the jade bottle and held it tightly with both hands.
"Okay, drink, drink..."
The corners of his mouth were trembling and his shoulders were shaking.
The high-quality Yunqi Pill is a windfall for him!
The two outer disciples who had also received rewards over there raised their hands to Lu Gaoyi: "I'm Luo Cheng, and I'm Qin Yi. Do you know the names of my junior brothers?"
Lu Gao quickly handed over his hand: "Lu Gao has met these two senior brothers."
The two nodded and left with a smile.
This is considered a nod of acquaintance.
With this friendship, I might be able to support you in the future.
All of this comes from one person.
Everyone looked at the vehicle frame moving forward.
A breeze blew up the curtains on the car windows, revealing one of them wearing a green robe and a white beard.
"Cyan robe, either the outer sect or the elder, hiss——"
Someone let out a low cry and turned to look at the grinning Lu Gao, feeling even more envious.
Senior fellow disciples from the inner sect can only be driven by elders!
This inner sect brother is actually so close to an elder, walking together together!
"Senior Brother Lu, let's get closer in the future!"
"Senior Brother Lu, I will carry these flowers for you to rest."
"Senior Brother Lu, are you thirsty? I have the best clear flower dew."
…
A group of outer disciples and servant disciples wearing green robes and gray robes gathered around.
The most ardent among them is Sun Santong, who kicked Lu Gao before.
Lu Gao bowed his hands to everyone in return, while looking up at the car frame going away.
"Boy, how about you pretend to be my disciple when you go to my hometown?"
In the carriage, Mo Yuan suddenly spoke.
"Don't worry, I won't let you pretend to be in vain."
