The eighth outer sect, the era in which he disappeared for a year.
He didn't hide outside the Jiuxuan Sword Gate, but instead came to the Sword Pavilion?
Also, he was wearing inner clothes.
Taking a breath, Han Muye walked forward expressionlessly, raised his hand and caught the sword.
The long sword was cold in the hand, and there seemed to be a trace of evil energy on it.
This sword has killed people recently.
Holding the hilt of the sword, Han Muye exerted slight force.
"Canglang——"
The long sword was unsheathed, and the coldness suddenly appeared.
"I received a sword from an inner disciple today, and the blade is intact."
The long sword was sheathed, holding it in both hands, and turned around and walked towards the wooden stand of the sword pavilion.
His hand gently rested on the hilt of the sword.
"Buzz——"
Picture after picture flashed in his mind, and a violent energy rushed towards his mind, making his face turn pale.
In that picture, the Era sword holding a long sword was swaying, and the sharp sword light swept across, bringing up pieces of blood mist.
Disciple of Jiuxuan Sword Sect!
The people who were killed in that scene were the original Fire Vein disciple Wu Teng and others.
The murderer who killed Wu Teng and the others was really Ji Yuan!
In the air sea, dark red sword intent surged, as if it was about to rush out and kill Ji Yuan standing at the door with one sword.
But Han Muye suppressed it.
He calmly put the long sword on the wooden stand, then turned to the long case and picked up the ink pen.
"The name of the person who sent the sword, and which lineage of cultivation."
His words stunned Ji Yuan, who was standing at the door, and said, "There is this procedure for sending swords? Why didn't I know?"
Han Muye held a pen in one hand and looked up at him: "Have you given it away before?"
Ji Yuan's face froze, and he quickly shook his head and said: "No."
After saying that, he spoke in a low voice: "My name is Zhu Guangsheng, and I practice under the disciples of Elder Mumai Qinlin."
Han Muye took a note, then nodded and said, "It's done."
Zhu Guangsheng turned around and left.
"Zhu Guangsheng, Qin Lin..." Han Muye watched him leave and gently put down his ink pen.
In his mind, a violent aura continued to spread, seeming to control his entire being.
"snort."
With a low hum, the sword intent in his sea of energy shook.
The violent aura in his mind was instantly shattered into pieces and turned into nothingness.
"It turns out that no one remembers why this sword was here last time. It's because this sword has this aura that can erase the memory of the person watching the sword."
"In fact, the sword watcher who sheathed his sword was killed by this breath."
There was a deep spiritual light in his eyes, and Han Muye's expression darkened.
As a fellow swordsman, he has a common understanding.
He wants revenge.
Su Yang, how did he die?
Should I report this matter to the elders?
Yes, but not good.
He could not explain where his judgments came from.
Directly kill Zhu Guangsheng?
Not good.
Sometimes, killing someone is not the best way to solve a problem.
What is the purpose of Zhu Guangsheng, or Ji Yuan, in sending the sword back?
Perhaps, the solution lies in the sword pavilion!
Han Muye turned his head and looked at the long wooden frame.
Those long swords seemed to vibrate slightly, resonating with his eyes.
…
Beside the door of Jiange Pavilion, several dishes were placed on a small wooden table. Han Muye, Huang Laoliu, and Lu Gao were sitting around.
Lu Gao couldn't bear the erosion of the sword energy and could only eat by the door.
Han Muye was thinking about something and said nothing.
Huang Laoliu went out to relax, but when he came back, he was completely absent-minded.
Suddenly, the atmosphere became a little dull.
"Brother Six, today's meat is so rotten, I picked it specially." Lu Gao pointed at the big piece of meat on the plate with his chopsticks and whispered in a flattering voice.
"Can't I, Huang Zhenxiong, even eat a piece of meat? Do you want you to pick?"
Huang Laoliu slammed his bamboo chopsticks on the table, then stood up and went straight back to the quiet room.
Lu Gao opened his mouth and looked at Han Muye with a grimace.
Han Muye shook his head and said, "Just leave him alone."
In the afternoon, Han Muye huddled in a quiet room and refined several furnaces of Yunqi Pills.
Use sword energy to refine pills, and every cloud energy pill you get is of the highest quality.
And each furnace can harvest five pills.
Perhaps it was because he had cultivated to the level of cultivating the essence, or perhaps because his physical training skills had improved. Han Muye did not feel tired at all after refining elixirs all afternoon.
When the sun set, Lu Gao closed the door of the sword pavilion, and Han Muye came out of the quiet room and saw Huang Laoliu smelling of alcohol.
Huang Laoliu only drinks before going to bed on weekdays, and rarely drinks during the day.
"Brother Six, what happened today?"
Han Muye frowned and looked at Huang Laoliu.
Huang Laoliu is a good-natured person. Although he is a bit naughty, he has nothing to say about himself.
Huang Laoliu raised his head and looked at Han Muye with his yellow eyes, then shook his head and said: "Hey, boy Han, how can you, a pretty boy with such a charming face, understand the pain in Brother Liu's heart..."
Continuous peach blossoms?
Pretty boy?
In Huang Laoliu's mind, this is how he feels?
Han Muye wanted to refute, but he thought about Mu Wan, Bai Suzhen who asked Lu Gao to take the lead and asked why he didn't go, and Qiao Qing'er who came to Jiange just yesterday to apologize.
Is it true that I am more likely to be a woman than Huang Laoliu?
Han Muye coughed lightly: "Ahem, Sixth Brother, didn't you say that there are three spiritual stones at the foot of the mountain..."
It seems that Huang Laoliu has been holding it in for a long time recently and is getting angry.
Gotta vent.
"Boy Han, Brother Six, is this the kind of person I am in your eyes?" Huang Laoliu stared.
"No, no." Han Muye said with a busy smile.
Huang Laoliu shook his head, raised his hand to touch the wine gourd, picked it up and shook it. It was empty.
He sighed, and then whispered: "Boy Han, do you believe in fate?"
fate?
I believe in fate.
Han Muye wanted to shake his head, but suddenly his heart moved, and a sincere expression appeared on his face: "I believe it."
A good gossip listener must master coordination.
Sure enough, Huang Laoliu suddenly felt like he had found a confidant, and reached out to pat Han Muye on the shoulder.
"I believe it too."
"Today, I saw her..."
she?
Han Muye's eyes were shining and he was not sleepy at all.
After finding someone to talk to, Huang Laoliu no longer feels depressed.
It turns out that his hometown is a small city thousands of miles away from Jiuxuan Sword Gate.
More than ten years ago, a group of young people went to a spiritual sect to become a disciple and practice together.
Among them, there are men and women.
The story is ridiculous.
Huang Laoliu fell in love with one of the women at first sight.
It's just that this emotion can only be suppressed in the bottom of my heart.
They visited several sects together. There were originally seven or eight people, some stayed in the sects and some returned to their hometowns.
The woman stayed in the sect, and Huang Laoliu was the one who wanted to return to her hometown.
"So, Sixth Brother, you once said that you wanted to become Heavenly Realm just for this, uh, Sixth Sister-in-law?" Han Muye came closer and asked in a low voice.
Hearing him talking about Sixth Sister-in-law, Huang Laoliu's already flushed face became even redder.
This guy is still shy.
"I must have said at that time that I wanted her to see that I had become a heavenly being."
Huang Laoliu murmured in his mouth.
Having said this, his shoulders trembled slightly, then he looked at Han Muye and lowered his voice: "Boy Han, today, I saw Ping Mei."
"It's just that she doesn't recognize me anymore..."
Huang Laoliu leaned back on the big chair slumpedly, and Huang Laoliu didn't seem to be angry at all.
see?
In the Jiuxuan Sword Sect, I saw a person who joined other sects more than ten years ago?
Han Mu's ambition was aroused and he said: "They are here to attend the party, right? Which sect does Sixth Sister belong to?"
"Qingfeng Temple, Pingmei is now an inner disciple of Qingfeng Temple."
"Hey, she is already an inner disciple, and I am still an unknown swordsman. It's okay if you don't know me..." Huang Laoliu sighed again.
View of Qingfeng.
Han Muye had seen this name from the memory of Qin Yuanhe's sword.
This sect has already joined the Tailing Sword Sect.
Han Muye's eyes narrowed slightly.
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