35, since you have survived, that is the fate of the sword pavilion
"Han, boy Han!"
Huang Laoliu, who was slumped on the wooden chair, jumped up and rushed to Han Muye. His eyes widened and he looked up and down.
He reached out and patted Han Muye's shoulders and arms, and then hit Han Muye's chest several times with his fist.
"Haha, your kid is not dead!"
"He's really not dead!"
"It's in vain, Brother Liu, that I've been sad several times!"
Huang Laoliu's old face was filled with joy, and his eyes were a little moist.
Han Muye also had a smile on his face.
Huang Laoliu seemed to have thought of something, grinned, opened a small wooden box, poured out the contents one by one, and then counted them one by one.
"Now, I'll return these pills to you."
"Also, these are the spiritual stones I collected in the past few days. This portion is for you."
"This is the elixir given to you by that shopkeeper Bai."
"This is the letter from that girl Mu Wan."
"This is a token from the inner sect Zhao Pu to you."
…
There are quite a few scattered here and there.
Han Muye looked at the piles of things on the table and asked with a smile: "Brother Six, why are all these things put in this box? What are you going to do?"
"Buried."
"If you don't come back, I will bury your things and build a tomb for you."
Huang Laoliu turned his head and said solemnly.
Cenotaph...
Han Muye's face twitched.
"Han Muye, come up and see me."
He was about to speak when suddenly an old voice came from above the sword pavilion.
Han Muye was shocked all over.
This is the voice of the elder of Jiange.
Huang Laoliu and Han Muye looked at each other.
Huang Laoliu winked towards the stairs.
Han Muye nodded, placed his sword and Zi Yan Qing Ming on the table, then straightened his clothes and strode up the stairs.
When he reached the second floor, he took a look at the wooden shelves holding long swords, took a deep breath, and then went to the third floor.
On the third floor, the space is only two feet in diameter. There is no wooden frame for placing swords. The surrounding windows are open and the light is bright.
The elder of the Sword Pavilion in white robes sat cross-legged in front, with a dark sheathed sword leaning on the long table behind him.
"Disciple Han Muye, pay homage to the elder of Jiange."
Han Muye bowed, cupped his fists and saluted.
The white-haired elder of Jiange nodded and looked at him.
"How did you solve the crisis of longevity?"
Han Muye knew that he would definitely be asked about his longevity, and he was already thinking about it along the way.
Not only himself, Huang Laoliu and the elders of Jiange will definitely be worried about the loss of life span.
Sword watchers in the Sword Pavilion cannot escape this level.
"As for the elder, this time I will return to my hometown with Mo Yuan, the number one person in the outer sect. Under his guidance, I will dissipate my sword energy and my life will not be in danger within three or two years." Han Muye replied loudly.
"Dissipate the sword energy?" The elder of Jiange focused on Han Muye, and then nodded.
At this time, there was only solid sword energy in Han Muye's sea of energy, and outsiders could not detect the existence of the dissipated sword energy.
Even an expert like Elder Jiange did not notice anything unusual.
"Then, what are you going to do in the future?" Elder Jiange spoke again.
Han Muye raised his head and looked at the calm-looking elder of Jiange.
He didn't expect that the elder of Jiange would talk to him so much and ask him what to do in the future.
Doesn't this old guy not care about his own life or death?
However, he still answered truthfully: "Back to the elder, I am preparing to practice spiritual and physical cultivation, and strive to refine my physical body to withstand the attack of sword energy."
This is what Mo Yuan told him, the most suitable practice method for him.
The elder of Jiange nodded, and then said calmly: "Everyone has his or her own fate in the path of cultivation."
"If you fail to survive the sword energy entering your body, then your fate is over."
"Since you survived, you are destined to be with Jiange."
As he spoke, he looked at Han Muye and lowered his voice: "From now on, on the first and fifteenth day of every month, come see me after closing the court."
Come see me after closing?
Han Mu's ambition suddenly thought of the seventy-two transformations taught by Patriarch Bodhi to Monkey.
Is it really my chance to be appreciated by the elder of Jiange?
"Disciple understands."
Han Muye nodded, bowed to the elder of Jiange, and then exited the third floor.
When he walked down the stairs, he subconsciously turned back and took a look at the black sword placed behind the elder of the sword pavilion.
Is this the Nine-Xuan Sword that suppresses the Nine-Xuan Sword Sect’s destiny?
Why is the style of this sword exactly the same as that Xuanyang sword?
Han Muye had never seen this sword before, but he had seen it several times in the memory of Qin Yuanhe's sword.
When Qin Yuanhe performed his sect mission, he was looking for the long black scabbard sword named Xuanyang Sword.
Xuanyang and Jiuxuan, are they involved in anything?
Shaking his head, Han Muye did not think about this matter again.
Let those big shots worry about it. He can huddle up in the sword pavilion and slowly warm up his sword energy. Isn't it nice for him?
Coming downstairs, Huang Laoliu put all the gathered things in wooden boxes and handed them to Han Muye.
"Sixth brother, the elder of Jiange—"
Before Han Muye finished speaking, Huang Laoliu raised his hand and said, "Don't tell me about this."
After saying that, he grinned, patted Han Muye on the shoulder, and whispered: "Boy Han, I have been in Jiange for seven years. In three years, I will be the deacon of the sect."
Hearing his words, Han Muye also chuckled.
I worry too much. As the elder Jiange said, everyone has their own destiny.
Huang Laoliu also has his own fate.
He can live in Jiange for seven years, why should I worry about him?
"Brother Six, do you still have some wine?" Han Muye asked with a smile.
Huang Laoliu chuckled, turned around, took out the big gourd, waved it around and said, "There's still half a gourd left."
Han Muye reached out and took the gourd, uncovered the stopper, brought it to his mouth and smelled it.
Spicy and mellow.
When the wine enters the throat, it is cool and tinged with heat. It passes through the intestines and abdomen, and a hot feeling penetrates into the whole body.
"hiss--"
"It's such a pleasure..."
He wanted to take another sip, but Huang Laoliu had already snatched the gourd, took a small sip himself, and then stuffed it in sadly.
"My wine is valuable."
Han Muye smiled and shook his head, opened the wooden box, took out the elixir and handed it to Huang Laoliu.
"Brother Six, I refined this elixir myself."
"We won't be short of this stuff from now on."
Until Han Muye returned to the quiet room with the wooden box in his arms, Huang Laoliu, who was holding the jade bottle in his hand, had not come back to his senses.
He looked at the elixir in his hand and then at the quiet room over there.
As if thinking of something, he took out a few spiritual stones from his pocket.
He rubbed the spirit stone with his palm, and a complicated expression appeared on his face.
"You brat, it turns out you are the real rich man..."
"Okay, from now on I, Huang Laoliu, will also have a golden thigh to hug me."
As he spoke, he shook his head, took the jade bottle and the wine gourd, and walked back.
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In the quiet room, Han Muye took out various objects from the wooden box.
Five spiritual stones, these are the oil and water that Huang Laoliu scraped from the sword-leading disciples in the past few days.
When Han Muye left Qingmu Town, he left two high-grade spiritual stones with Mo Yuan.
Being able to refine the best elixirs, he no longer has to worry about spiritual stones.
However, he still accepted these five spiritual stones, after all, it was Huang Laoliu's wish.
In the wooden box, there are two medicine bags with the names of the medicines written on them.