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28, the mountains and rivers are like the old, the things are different

"good."

Han Muye didn't hesitate and agreed directly.

Mo Yuan is willing to give him the precious elixir to increase lifespan. If he pretends to be his disciple, what else does it mean?

"Han Muye has met Master."

With a flick of his riding whip, Han Muye said loudly.

"Haha, okay, okay." Mo Yuan smiled longly in the carriage.

"Come, let's talk first. Although I only hang out with the outside world, I still know a lot about spiritual practice."

Mo Yuan's words made Han Muye's eyes light up.

Compared to Huang Laoliu, who only spends most of his time in the Sword Pavilion, Mo Yuan, who has been at the outer gate of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect for nearly two hundred years, is indeed a know-it-all.

Whether it's the many little tips in practice, various rules in the practice world, or even some secrets spread by the secrets, Mo Yuan knows them all.

For three days, Han Muye was completely absorbed in practicing all kinds of common sense.

It was only through Mo Yuan's explanation that he understood what his ninth-level spiritual root was.

The ninth-grade spiritual roots are not really hopeless, they just need a lot of spiritual energy to wash away the impact.

For ordinary practitioners, without a huge amount of spiritual stones, it is indeed as if they are useless.

But for Han Muye, after learning to refine the Cloud Qi Pill, he no longer lacked spiritual energy.

Speaking of practice, Mo Yuan even told him an unexpected surprise.

It turns out that when ordinary practitioners open up their Dantian, it is only a fist-sized space at the beginning.

Those who can develop a Dantian as big as a basin are already among the rare elites.

When Han Muye asked quietly, what level would it be if the Dantian that was directly opened had a radius of ten feet, Mo Yuan only said two words.

evildoer.

These two words are not good words.

But when it comes to describing talent, that is the highest praise.

It turns out that my Dantian is at the level of a monster.

This made Han Muye, who was driving the car, couldn't help but chuckle.

Not only the opening of the Dantian, but also the opening of the Qi Sea directly allowed Han Muye to start spiritual and physical cultivation.

According to Mo Yuan, the best way to practice sword cultivation is to practice the spiritual method of using Qi to control the sword while practicing the physical method of using force to control the sword.

"It's a pity that I realized it too late..." Mo Yuan sighed in the carriage.

He has seen through everything, but he has no chance.

It has become difficult to improve his cultivation. All his knowledge of swordsmanship can only remain at a theoretical level, but cannot be realized personally.

During this conversation with Han Muye, he taught me everything he could.

If you can't realize your dream, let others realize it.

Looking towards the distant sky, Mo Yuan's eyes revealed a hint of longing.

He could not imagine the majestic scene of thousands of swords accompanying him after they returned to the clan and were trained by Han Muye.

"The mountains and rivers remain the same, but things have changed and people have changed..."

Mo Yuan spoke softly, then pointed to the end of the road ahead: "That's my hometown, Qingmu Town."

Han Muye nodded and said, "Master, where is your home? Should we go back directly?"

"Directly..." Excitement flashed in Mo Yuan's eyes, and then he shook his head timidly and said: "Let's find an inn to stay in first, and make some inquiries before going."

"I worry……"

Being timid in his hometown, Mo Yuan was worried that he had not returned to his family for two hundred years and the family did not know what the situation was like.

Han Muye nodded, drove the carriage towards a small building with an inn signboard.

——————

At the Jiuxuan Sword Gate, at the entrance of the Sword Pavilion, Jiang Han, the outer disciple, was carrying the long sword Qing He, with a look of regret on his face, and turned to leave.

He came to pay his respects to the sword watcher of Jiange.

It's a pity that the person who pointed him out is not here.

He spent several days in seclusion, practicing swordsmanship, and unknowingly, his combat power improved a lot as he worked with the sword in his hand.

When he came out of seclusion, he had a private discussion with an outer disciple who was ranked before him.

That battle made him extremely surprised.

The 90th-ranked senior in the outer sect couldn't hold on for ten moves under his sword.

According to that senior brother, his sword matched his swordsmanship, and the sword was so fast that it was difficult to guard against him.

The senior brother also said that Jiang Han's combat power might be ranked within fifty in the outer sect.

He also lamented that Jiang Han had enlightened himself in one day and had a bright future.

Jiang Han himself knew that all of this was the instruction of the sword watcher of the sword pavilion.

"I'll come back tomorrow." Jiang Han whispered in his mouth and left directly.

In the sword pavilion, Huang Laoliu, who was sitting in front of the long desk, lowered his head and muttered: "Young boy Han is really popular. In the past few days in the gate, so many people have come to look for him."

"Inner sect elite Zhao Pu, outer sect disciple Jiang Han, handyman Lu Gao, and, well, this guy is very popular. The white shopkeeper has come here twice..."

When he raised his head, he had a stunned look on his face: "Junior Sister Mu? You, you are not with Mr. Han..."

His heart tightened.

Didn't Han Muye go to hang out with this Junior Sister Mu at the foot of the mountain?

So, where did he go?

Mu Wan had a complicated expression on her face, bowed to Huang Laoliu, and then handed over a letter: "Brother Huang, please pass this letter to Senior Brother Han, if, if he can still see it..."

After saying that, Mu Wan turned around and left.

"Hey, you, you guys -" Huang Laoliu looked at the envelope, his expression changed, turned around and ran into Han Muye's quiet room.

After a while, his eyes were red and his shoulders were shaking, and he walked out slowly.

He held two small jade bottles in his hands.

"It's impossible. Boy Han can definitely survive this..."



At this time, Han Muye, whom he was talking about, had accompanied Mo Yuan to a grand mansion outside Qingmu Town.

"It's okay, it's okay. I haven't returned for two hundred years, but my Mo family has become more and more prosperous." Looking at the tall gate, Mo Yuan gently stroked his long beard and sighed in a low voice.

I stayed in the inn for one night and inquired about the current situation of the Mo family, and the result was a bit surprising.

In the decades since Mo Yuan came to Jiuxuan Sword Sect, the Mo family has slowly risen due to his relationship with the outer sect of Jiuxuan Sword Sect.

In the past two hundred years, the Mo family claims that its ancestor Mo Yuan has become a high-ranking and prestigious figure in the Jiu Xuan Sword Sect.

Coupled with the fact that the head of the Mo family, Mo Yunteng, has a third level of Qi Condensation cultivation, he is a rare strong man in Qingmu Town. The Mo family is already the number one family in a land with a radius of hundreds of miles.

"You are going to the Mo family to send congratulatory gifts, right? Tomorrow the Mo family will marry the Sun family of Changgu County, and most of the guests in the inn will come to congratulate you." The waiter reminded Mo Yuan.

Han Muye quietly went to find an invitation, and the two of them went to Mo's house together the next day.

The greeting host at the door invited the two people into the mansion. Mo Yuan looked at the surrounding scenery with endless emotion in his heart.

Han Muye walked half a step behind him and moved forward slowly.

Arriving at the brightly decorated lobby in front, many guests were already seated, and several Mo family members of good stature and appearance came to greet them.

"My master traveled here and heard about the marriage between the Mohist family and the Sun family. Remembering the friendship with the ancestors of the Mohist family, he specially prepared a congratulatory gift."

Han Muye stepped forward and handed over a small wooden box.

The Mo family members who were welcoming them were stunned when they heard Han Muye's words. Then they looked at Mo Yuan and said in surprise, "Senior, do you know my ancestor?"

Mo Yuan nodded, and Han Muye replied: "A hundred years ago, my master and the ancestor of the Mo family traveled together in the world, and we are considered old friends."

Ancestors and old friends!

The Mo family members hurriedly bowed solemnly, then turned around and handed the gifts to the people behind them, and whispered a few words.

Not a moment later, Mo Yunteng, the head of the Mo family, came striding over.

Ancestor and old friend, the gift is a high-grade spiritual stone, how dare he not come?

A piece of high-grade spiritual stone can buy two Mo families!

"Junior Mo Yunteng pays homage to the senior. Do you know your senior's name?" Mo Yunteng bowed, then looked at Mo Yuan and asked in a low voice.

The surrounding guests had already focused their attention on Mo Yuan. At this time, they were shocked to see the head of the Mo family treating him so politely.

"Who is this? Even the head of the Mo family came to greet him in person?" someone whispered, with curiosity in his eyes.

"More than just greeting them in person, the head of the Mo family bowed and saluted?" The speaker's eyes flashed as he looked at Han Muye and Mo Yuan.

"They all carry swords on their backs, at least they are sword cultivators."


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