Sure enough, it was for the White Tiger Picture Scroll.
Han Muye guessed that Zhao Pu would care about this matter.
"Senior Brother Zhao——"
Just as Han Muye was about to speak, Zhao Pu turned around and looked at him, his eyes bright, how could he be half drunk?
"I hang out in the Falun Dafa building and perform low-level physical exercises everywhere. I just want to use this to understand the practice and break through the confusion."
"No one in Sanshizhai is more eager to understand the secrets in the Hundred Tigers than me."
Staring into Han Muye's eyes, there was a hint of suppressed emotion in Zhao Pu's voice.
"I am Senior Brother Sanshizhai."
Indeed, no one values the inheritance of Sanshizhai more than Zhao Pu.
Han Muye could understand his mood very well.
Nodding slightly, Han Muye whispered: "Senior Brother Zhao, I can give you the White Tiger scroll."
In his opinion, the value of the White Tiger Scroll, apart from its own lethality, lies more in the method of condensing sword energy and sword power on it.
After understanding these two points, the value of the Hundred Tigers Picture itself is only to the extent of a few sword intentions.
What Han Muye does not lack is sword intent.
His words made Zhao Pu slightly stunned.
Staring at Han Muye, Zhao Pu said in a deep voice: "Seriously?"
Han Muye smiled and turned around to get the White Tiger scroll.
"Brother Han, you are very good." Suddenly, Zhao Pu laughed.
He waved his hand with an open-minded smile on his face: "No matter how precious the White Tiger scroll is, I, Zhao Pu, will not be so shameless as to ask for it."
"What the Master gives you is yours."
At this point, the look on his face turned sincere and he whispered: "Brother Han, you know, Master wants to find someone who can understand the White Tiger Scroll and entrust me with the inheritance of Sanshizhai."
"It's a pity that Senior Brother Lin had such a good understanding back then."
"Actually, I've had the idea of introducing you to Sanshizhai since you realized the Tieniu Jin Kung Fu."
Looking up, Zhao Pu's mountain-like body became even more majestic.
"Who called me Senior Brother Sanshizhai?"
"No matter who it is, as long as they can get Master's inheritance, I will be happy."
"In the past few years since my master was injured, he has been unable to improve his cultivation. He can only trace the white tiger scroll every day, but he can't find anyone who can understand the inheritance. I feel uncomfortable watching it."
He reached out and patted Han Muye on the shoulder.
"You should understand it well, and don't let Master's heart down."
After saying that, he turned around and strode forward.
At this time, his steps were firm, not the way he looked when he was drunk.
Seriously injured, unable to make any progress in cultivation, want to find a successor?
Uncle Tuoba is really hiding deep enough...
Han Muye shook his head and shouted behind Zhao Pu: "Senior Brother Zhao, do you really don't want the White Tiger scroll? I've almost understood it."
Almost understood!
Zhao Pu stumbled and almost fell down.
He slowly turned around, his eyes fell on Han Muye's face, and asked word for word, "Is what you said true?"
Han Muye nodded.
No way, my understanding is too good.
"Senior Brother Zhao, the White Tiger Picture Scroll will not be of much use to me anymore, shall I give it to you?"
Han Muye also looked sincere.
Zhao Pu has a good nature and is worth making friends with.
"How about I tell you the real way to understand the White Tiger Scroll——"
Before Han Muye finished speaking, Zhao Pu raised his hand and said, "No!"
He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, turned around and left with his head buried in the air.
"Damn it, I'll go back and meditate right now. I don't believe there is such a huge difference in understanding between people..."
Is this stimulated?
Han Muye smiled and said, "Senior Brother Zhao, you haven't gotten the picture scroll yet."
At the corner of the mountain road, Zhao Pu's dull voice came: "Master has been tracing a picture of a white tiger in three months. There are many such things in Sanshizhai."
Han Muye was completely frozen there.
day.
It wasn't until Zhao Pu walked away that Han Muye turned around and walked towards the Jiange Pavilion in a depressed tone.
I thought I had got a great treasure, but it turned out to be a junk thing, a cheap commodity.
Arriving at the stone steps, Lin Shen stood there holding a big sword.
"Well, Brother Han," a trace of confusion flashed across Lin Shen's face, and then he whispered: "Can you also help my little sister take a look?"
During dinner just now, Huang Laoliu asked Han Muye and Zhao Pu to help Lu Qingping get a good ranking.
Lin Shen wanted to speak, but finally fell silent.
He can ask Han Muye.
But I don’t want to ask Zhao Pu.
He has his pride.
Han Muye smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, Coach Lin, isn't your sister my sister?"
"I will go to the party venue tomorrow to have a look and find out the background of those sect elites."
Anyway, helping one person is helping, and helping two people is also helping.
Smooth favors.
Lin Shen's face flashed with excitement and he nodded heavily.
Some words don't need to be said.
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Returning to the quiet room, Han Muye took out the alchemy furnace that had not been touched for several days.
I forgot to bring back some elixirs from Bai Suzhen today. At this time, there are not many elixirs that can be used to refine Yunqi Pill.
A faint sword energy condensed in the palm of his hand, and then the sword energy in the sea of qi slowly flowed out, surrounding the alchemy furnace.
The elixirs are put into the elixir furnace one after another in a specific order.
In the alchemy furnace, the aroma of medicine rises.
Han Muye's movements were methodical.
I only refined three furnace pills in total, and got fifteen top-quality cloud pills.
Han Muye discovered that when the sword is used to refine elixirs, the impurities in the elixir are tempered by the sword to make the medicine pure, so that each batch can produce the best quality medicine.
Just using the sword intent that can only be condensed by a strong person in the earth realm to refine the elixir for the Qi Condensation Stage. If an orthodox sword cultivator knew about this, would they vomit blood?
After refining the elixir and condensing his sword intent, Han Muye looked at the elixir furnace in front of him.
After so many rounds of refining elixirs, the elixir furnace in his hand was already full of cracks.
Sword Intention Alchemy is good everywhere, but it's a bit useless.
I don’t know if Bai Suzhen has any good alchemy furnaces. I’ll pick one up next time.
Putting away the alchemy furnace, he spread out his hands, and in his palm were three top-grade Yunqi Pills.
A top-quality elixir worth five thousand spiritual stones.
The Yun Qi Pill entered his abdomen, and the surging power of the medicine turned into spiritual energy that traveled through his meridians.
If the meridians hadn't been condensed and flushed by the sword energy countless times, the extremely thick spiritual energy alone would have burst his meridians.
The spiritual energy from three top-grade Yunqi Pills poured into his Dantian, and Han Muye's face turned red.
A tearing pain bloomed.
Mo Yuan once told Han Muye that the happiest thing for a practitioner is the fullness of spiritual energy in the Dantian.
Continuously filling the compressed spiritual energy, while expanding the Dantian, while increasing the concentration of spiritual energy.
"Do you know why all those second-generation cultivators have advanced cultivation at such a young age?"
When Mo Yuan asked this question, there was an indescribable indignation on his face.
"They have had no shortage of spiritual energy, spiritual stones, and elixirs since they first started practicing."
"The spiritual stone salary of our low-level disciples can't even fill up the Dantian. Their second-generation cultivators enjoy the fullness of the Dantian tearing apart every day."
"I'm so hungry that I'm so bloated that I'm so bloated."
Han Muye, who was sitting cross-legged and doing his exercises, was a little curious. What would Mo Yuan think if he knew that he was practicing in the way that he resented?
Although Han Muye also despised the second-generation cultivation method, he felt that if he didn't use the spiritual stones and elixirs, he would be a fool.
"Buzz——"
There was a faint vibration, and his Dantian expanded a little.
Reiki cultivation is at the third level of Pei Yuan stage, the peak.
Refining the body to cultivate the third level of Yuan.
Sword training is very strong.
He felt that he could bear a little more sword energy.
The consumption of longevity yuan has also been slightly reduced.
One more point of power I can control.
Practical.
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Early the next morning, Han Muye put on the new clothes that Huang Laoliu went to pick up yesterday.
"Hey, this show does not disgrace me as a sword watcher in the Jiangge." Huang Laoliu muttered, then waved his hand and said: "Go, go, I'll watch from here."
Han Muye walked out of the Jiange Gate with a smile.
"Dong——"
In the distance, bells sounded and noises began.
The sect gathering has begun.
Han Muye was not in a hurry and walked slowly towards the venue.
For this kind of gathering, the previous hour would have been filled with speeches from various officials, which would have given me a headache.
After walking only a few steps, he suddenly froze and looked up.
"boom--"
A bolt of lightning exploded.
"In the first match, Sanyuan Taoist Zuo Yun wins——"
The shouts spread.
So direct?
Shaking his head, Han Muye quickened his pace.
"It seems that I am superficial."
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·ps: I’m superficially asking for a monthly pass.
It's the end of the month, if you don't invest, you'll be ruined.