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55, buy sword, change sword

rule.

Han Muye nodded.

Huang Laoliu was able to abide by the strong emotional impact of his first love reunion and still knew how to abide by the rules of the sword pavilion. It seems that he has not been carried away by love.

There is still help.

"Brother Zhenxiong has already told me that Jiange is the important place of your Jiuxuan Sword Sect."

"Brother Zhenxiong can gain the trust of the sect and take charge of this place, so of course he cannot break the rules."

Lu Qingping hurriedly spoke at the side.

Take charge?

Han Muye raised his eyes and looked at Huang Laoliu.

Huang Laoliu blinked.

Sixth Brother is such a bullshit, he blows a little loudly.

"Junior sister Lu, you can't enter the sword pavilion, but senior brother Han is quite knowledgeable about sword selection and sword practice. Tomorrow you go to the market to buy swords, so let him accompany you."

"Tomorrow I will have a discussion with the elders in the pavilion, so I won't go with you."

Huang Laoliu turned around, looked at Lu Qingping sideways, and said lightly.

He looked at Han Muye with a pleading look in his eyes.

Lu Qingping nodded, looked at Han Muye and said, "Then I'll help Junior Brother Han."

Accompany Lu Qingping to buy swords?

Han Mu's ambition was shaken.

That’s fine.

In this way, he would have the opportunity to touch the sword in Lu Qingping's hand and find out whether Lu Qingping had a purpose to get close to Huang Laoliu.

Although he didn't want to ruin Huang Laoliu's dream of reuniting with his first love, if Lu Qingping had other motives, Han Muye would not ignore it.

"Senior Sister Lu, you're too polite. It's true that Senior Brother can't leave tomorrow, otherwise his eyesight is a hundred times better than mine." Han Muye nodded, cupped his hands and said, "Then I'll wait for Senior Sister at the mountain gate tomorrow."

There are no good swords in the Fangshi open to the public in the Sword Gate. If you want to choose a good sword, you need to go to the Fangshi two hundred miles down the mountain.

Lu Qingping nodded, then looked at Huang Laoliu and said softly: "Brother Zhenxiong, I will go back first."

Huang Laoliu grinned, thinking that he was missing his front teeth, he quickly shut up.

He stood on the stone steps and watched Lu Qingping disappear on the mountain road for a long time, still looking around.

"Sixth brother, you are about to become a husband's stone."

Han Muye, who had already walked into the sword pavilion, walked around and sat behind the long desk, smiled and spoke.

Huang Laoliu's face turned red and he turned around and walked into the sword pavilion.

He approached Han Muye who was sitting on the big chair and murmured: "Well, thank you so much, Brother Han, for helping me cover my lie today."

In front of Lu Qingping just now, Han Muye could be said to have given him enough face, and even followed his boast to help him smooth things over.

In charge of the sword pavilion?

Let the cow fly for a while first.

Huang Laoliu stretched out his hand to rub his sparse hair and murmured in a low voice: "I have made appointments with a lot of people, but I just feel flustered in front of Ping Mei."

"Here I am, I unconsciously want to elevate my status."

"I was just thinking, thinking, about being a little more compatible with her."

Huang Laoliu lowered his head, with a hint of loneliness on his face.

Sword watchers in the sword pavilion will die nine times out of ten. Even if the salary and treatment are comparable to those of the inner sect, even the handymen are still unwilling to work as sword watchers in the sword pavilion.

That spiritual stone salary can be earned but not spent.

A sword watcher in the Sword Pavilion, who is constantly harassed by the sword energy and has a withered body, has what qualifications to be a good match for an elite of the inner sect of Qingfeng Guan?

Han Muye wanted to comfort Huang Laoliu, but thought about it and didn't say anything.

Huang Laoliu himself knew everything.

His current enthusiasm is due to his eagerness to reunite with Lu Qingping.

After some time, especially when the gathering of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect sect is over and Lu Qingping leaves, this matter will be settled.

What's more, Qingfengguan also betrayed Jiuxuan Sword Sect.

This is a bad fate that is destined to never come true.

Han Muye shook his head slightly, raised his eyes, and saw Lu Gao with his arms full of lunch boxes sticking out his head from the door, looking around.

"Hey, where is Sixth Sister-in-law?"

"I specially beat the big meat into a pulp to ensure that Sixth Brother's teeth can move."

Lu Gao whispered with regret.

Huang Laoliu turned his head, glared and gritted his teeth and said, "I want to eat bones."

Han Muye laughed so much that he almost fell off the big chair.

The three of them sat around the small wooden table at the door. Huang Laoliu had a good appetite and was concentrating on dealing with the big meat, while Lu Gao whispered some news he heard in the dining hall.

"A lot of sects have come here in the past few days, and most of them arrange to eat with the outer disciples in the outer dining hall."

"Many of these people have some complaints."

Lu Gao's criticism sounded good.

When you come to a party, you will only be treated like an outsider. If you don't scold your mother, you are well-behaved.

But since Jiuxuan Sword Sect has invited people, why should they wait so slowly?

"Hmph, what's wrong with living and eating in the same place as the outer disciples?"

Huang Laoliu finally spoke up and snorted coldly: "Jiu Xuan Sword Sect is one of the nine sects in Western Xinjiang. They are not allowed to pay for food and accommodation out of their own pockets. This is already giving them face."

"Ahem, Sixth Brother, they paid out of their own pockets." Lu Gao coughed lightly.

He paid for it out of his own pocket and only arranged for the same accommodation and food as the outside disciples.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes slightly.

It seems like there will be no good luck this time?

"The last time the Jiuxuan Sword Sect shocked everyone was the battle in Fierce Demon Valley twelve years ago."

"It seems that Jianmen is going to do something."

Huang Laoliu shook his head and reached out to the big meat again.

"I guess we'll be busy soon."

"Not long after, a batch of swords will be sent back."

Send the sword back?

Han Muye was stunned and understood immediately.

It’s not that the disciple died and the sword was returned.

It is to break down the enemy, seize the sword, and store it in the sword pavilion.

This time, Jianmen wants to use the Sanqin Sword Sect to kill chickens and scare monkeys.

I just don't know if Mo Yuan can make any achievements in this battle.

In the afternoon, Huang Laoliu was sleeping on the long desk, and Lu Gao was taking a nap against the door of Jiange.

Only Han Muye was wiping his sword with linen cloth in the sword pavilion.

While wiping the sword, he collected the sword energy, and then absorbed the sword energy into his body.

This kind of sourness, pain and joy.

"Jiange rules, bathing and changing clothes——"

"Get out of the way."

Lu Gao's long howl at the door was directly interrupted.

Han Muye frowned, put the sword back in his hand, and walked to the entrance of the sword pavilion.

Over there, a tall young man wearing a white inner disciple's robe stood in front of the long desk with a cold face.

Huang Laoliu, who was sitting behind the long desk, had a yellow scroll in his hand and was slowly flipping through it.

"Have you figured it out?"

"I used the sect's task completion record to exchange for the sword. Can this be faked?"

The tall young man spoke coldly, turned around and saw Han Muye coming over, pointed at him and said: "You are younger, help the old man read out the records in the mission book."

"My old eyesight is dim, and I'm still a sword watcher. I guess I won't live long."

The young man's words were vicious and his tone was cold, as if the sword watchers were not fellow swordsmen and were just like ants in life and death.

There was no change in the expression on Huang Laoliu's face, but his fingers were wandering over the task sheet.

"Inner sect disciple, Luo Tian, ​​has completed the sect's exploration mission and accumulated thirty sect meritorious deeds, which can be exchanged for vouchers or sect mission rewards."

"Luo Tian, ​​your exploration mission was completed a year ago, why are you redeeming it now?"

"Our sword pavilion rules, task exchange, within one year, your task book will expire."

Luo Tian?

That guy who practiced swordsmanship and broke his sword?

The last time he asked someone to exchange his sword, Han Muye refused. This time, he wanted to exchange the mission merit for the sword?

Han Muye glanced at Luo Tian, ​​with a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

After staying in the sword pavilion for a long time, he became familiar with the swords in the sword pavilion.

He didn't want to hand over any of the swords here to the hands of people like Luo Tian who didn't care about swords.

Hearing Huang Laoliu's words, Luo Tian sneered: "Last time Song Cheng said that the sword watchers in Jiange seemed to be targeting me deliberately. I still didn't believe it."

"It turns out that this really happened."

He reached out and took out something from his arms, and slapped it on the long desk with a "snap" sound.

"I have decided to change this sword today."


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