Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

"Is Young Master Han here? Yulang Sword Sect Yao Yong is here to visit."

Outside the courtyard, there was a voice.

Sure enough, someone else came.

"Yulang Sword Sect was the first sword sect on the third day. The relationship with the sword pavilion is not very good, but it is unable to compete with the sword pavilion."

Mu Wan turned her head and whispered to introduce the situation of the Jade Lang Sword Sect.

Speaking of this, she said a little embarrassedly: "I don't know the situation now."

The gap between the first sword sect of the previous third day and the first sword sect of the three days was enormous.

Ten Yulang Sword Sects are probably not worth one sword pavilion.

But now that the sword pavilion has left the master, the strength of the two sects is comparable, and it is not clear to outsiders.

Han Muye nodded and looked at the middle-aged Jianxiu who entered the door.

The cyan robe reveals the sword intent, the spiritual patterns are interlaced, and the eyes are full of light, making people unable to look directly.

There was a halo of halo lingering on the long sword behind him.

This is a powerful swordsman.

The elder of Yulang Jianzong, the strong man in the realm of kendo saints, Yao Yong.

Seeing Han Muye scrutinizing himself, Yao Yong's eyes swept over Han Muye's body indistinctly.

Han Muye was dressed in a white robe, and he did not see the slightest sword energy or spiritual light.

But the sword box he carried behind him had a heart-pounding power.

At least the best magic weapon!

Such a powerful sword, as long as one has the cultivation base of the Heavenly Realm, one can use it to kill the Half-Saint Realm effortlessly.

Han Muye is Senior Brother Mu Wan, a Dao Companion. It is possible that his cultivation base is one or two levels higher than Mu Wan. As for his ability to kill Zhaoyang Dao Sect Semi-Saint, it is a bit exaggerated.

Looking at it now, all the reasons are above this sword box.

Knowing this, Yao Yong chuckled and offered his hand: "Mr. Han is very skilled in swordsmanship and has an excellent temperament. When Yuntian Medicine Valley was in danger, he shot angrily. Yao admired him."

No matter what, Han Muye had the courage to be able to confront a major sect for Yuntian Medicine Valley.

"Senior is wrong." Han Muye's expression was indifferent, and he raised his hand in return.

This Yao Yong was not in a hurry, he sat opposite Han Muye in the small courtyard, and talked aloud about his swordsmanship practice and some knowledge of his practice.

In any case, this is a strong man who has been sanctified in Kendo for the last three days, and his words and deeds are very meaningful.

What he said about his kendo cultivation experience, Han Muye also experienced it.

Han Muye replied casually, causing Yao Yong's eyes to change constantly when he saw Han Muye.

Although he is a junior sword cultivator, every time Han Muye answers, he is deeply impressed, no less than the cultivation experience of some kendo saints.

saint?

The person in front of him cannot be a saint, so there is a saint behind him?

That's right, his sword must have been left by a saint.

I just don't know whether the saint is now in this world or has gone to the fairy world.

If the sage is still in this world, then even if the Yulang Sword Sect pays a higher price, they will still be drawn over.

Now that the world has changed drastically, the Jade Dragon Sword Sect has its own ambitions.

Taking a look at Han Muye, Yao Yong pretended to be casual and said, "Young Master Han, I heard that you are a disciple of the sword pavilion. I wonder if you can become an official disciple now?"

Formal disciple?

Han Muye shook his head.

He has not yet had the opportunity to become the official disciple of Jiange.

Of course, if he owns the Jiuyuan Sword Pagoda, if he enters the sword pavilion, he still doesn't know what his status should be.

Seeing Han Muye shaking his head, Yao Yong said, "Young Master Han, you and I see each other like each other. I wonder if you might invite him to visit my Jade Lang Sword Sect?"

Yulang Sword Sect as a guest?

Mu Wan was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Han Muye.

Han Muye smiled, nodded and said, "If you have time, this junior will definitely go to bother you."

His words made Yao Yong happy.

A sword cultivator's promise will not be broken.

When Yao Yong left, Mu Wan whispered, "Senior brother, what he said about being a guest is probably not that simple."

If Han Muye really went to Yulang Sword Sect, the other party would probably use various means to make him stay.

For a large sect, there is some background, and I am not afraid that you will not be tempted.

Hearing her words, Han Muye smiled and said, "I meant to go when I have free time."

"But I'm with you now, how can you have any spare time?"

His words made Mu Wan blushed and bowed her head in joy.

Han Muye turned his head to look outside the small courtyard, his eyes were full of depth.

How could he be idle?

As the Prime Minister of Tianxuan, and he also shoulders the heavy responsibility of the God Emperor to deliver this world, he will have unfinished business.

But he was in no hurry.

The next Shengxiantai will open in three thousand years.

He has time, hiding behind his back and watching the chaos here.

Let those who came out jumped out, and he had a good time to clean up.

...

In the side hall where Shan Mingtao lived, Zhao Yu and several accompanying sword cultivators reported in a low voice.

"In these two days, from Wuyang Pavilion to Yulang Sword Sect, Taoist Yuling Taoist Sect, to Wuji Taoist Sect on the third day, a total of seventeen large and small forces contacted Han Muye."

The disciple who reported to the report saw that Shan Mingtao's expression did not change, so he whispered again: "There is news from Wuyang Pavilion, and Han Muye agreed to cooperate with them."

"Yulang Sword Sect said that Han Muye agreed to visit their sect as a guest."

"There is news from the Yuling Dao Sect. It is said that Han Muye and the Yuling Dao Sect Bai Qi Daojun had a very happy talk."

"Sun Yuanyuan of Wuji Daomen left the courtyard with a smile..."

Zhao Yu's expression on the side slowly sank.

When the disciple finished reporting, he snorted coldly: "In the entire upper heaven, who can compare to my sword pavilion?"

"Brother Han, too. He didn't come to visit Master Shan for so long, but instead he was entangled with these sects."

The other disciples didn't dare to answer his words, they all looked up at Shan Mingtao.

Shan Mingtao tapped his finger on the table in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Zhao Yu, this person can gather people's hearts on the satellite, I'm afraid it's not as simple as you think."

"The people who are in charge of one party's power are different from the disciples who grew up in your sect and are only for the sect."

Shan Mingtao stood up and said lightly, "Such a person is accustomed to weighing and pursuing the greatest interests."

Zhao Yu frowned and said solemnly: "Uncle, my generation of swordsmen emphasizes open mind and pure heart. With such a calculation, can we still go far in the swordsmanship?"

Can a sword cultivator with mixed thoughts in his heart still reach the pinnacle of kendo?

The other people looked at each other with a firm look on their faces.

"I'm going to see him." Shan Mingtao's expression remained unchanged, and he stepped forward: "It's the time when the sect is employing people, otherwise—"

Otherwise, he didn't say anything.

Several people in the hall flashed complex expressions on their faces.

The first sword sect in the last three days, the sword pavilion that can compete with Yuling Daozong, has also come to such a difficult time?

Even the elders have to give up the arrogance of the sword pavilion and go to see a person who is not completely in the way of swordsmanship.

"Shan Mingtao went to see Han Muye." When Shan Mingtao walked to Han Muye and Mu Wan's courtyard, the news had already spread.

"Haha, this kid is really up for sale." At the Wuyang Pavilion station, when he heard the report from the disciple in front of him, Du Chengshan held his stomach with a sneer on his face.

"Does he really think he can negotiate between parties?"

"I didn't come to my Yupan Palace last night, so I looked down at him when I saw him."

There was a look of doubt on the face of the reporting disciple, and Du Chengshan said lightly: "You can't maximize your interests. You have to wait until Shan Mingtao goes to see him. These people can't see the situation clearly."

Can't see the situation?

Wouldn't it be in the best interest of a Jiange elder to see him in person?

The disciple's face was still at a loss.

Du Chengshan waved his hand, too lazy to explain.

In another side hall, all the masters of Yulang Sword Sect were there.

"Elder Yao, Shan Mingtao came to the door in person, will Han Muye join the Jiange?" A white-bearded old man looked worried.

"Yeah, to be favored by an elder, Han Muye can be considered a supporter in the sword pavilion." Another sword cultivator wearing a green robe said coldly, clenching his fists and saying, "It's really hateful."

"This son actually used my Yulang Sword Sect as a stepping stone."

With the strength of the major sects, he forced Shan Mingtao to sit still and come to the door in person.

In the future, when Han Muye joins the sword pavilion, his status will be different from that of ordinary disciples.

"Hehe, whether he joins the sword pavilion or not, how much can my Yulang Sword Sect lose?" Yao Yong, who was sitting at the top, chuckled lightly.

"What's more, he has already promised to come to my Jade Dragon Sword Sect as a guest."

"Such a sword repairer, do you expect that Shan Mingtao to value him more?"

"It's just a routine, lest outsiders say he doesn't pay attention to this matter."

Yao Yong smiled and looked at the people in front of him, and said lightly: "The pride of the sword pavilion is engraved in the bones."

The pride of the sword pavilion.

Who is not proud of being a major in the last three days?

Seeing that Han Muye was making a move, everyone was furious.

However, with the great changes in the world today, the situation in the world does not know where to go.

No one dared to act rashly.

At this time, in the Yuntian Medicine Valley hall, Li Qingshi sat upright, and the other Medicine Valley elders were divided into two sides.

"Gu master, Shan Mingtao has entered the courtyard." Zhang Yuan, who was wearing a green robe, bowed and saluted.

Li Qingshi waved his hand and Zhang Yuan backed away.

"Elders, what do you think of today's events?"

What do you think?

The elders in the hall looked at each other, but no one spoke.

Li Qingshi glanced over and sighed: "Everyone, today's Han Muye is the Yuntian Medicine Valley of other days..."

His words made the already silent hall even more silent.

Han Muye's behavior in the past two days was no different from what they did in Yuntian Medicine Valley.

The various sects tested and attracted, and they were all the same.

But how many are sincere?

Even the proposed transaction is not reciprocal.

The world has changed dramatically, the power has soared, and each sect has no real leader.

These people who came to Yaogu are either to stabilize the heart of Yaogu, or to benefit from the idea of ​​Yaogu. If they really want to say that they have formed an alliance with Yaogu and stand on the front line of Yaogu, there is not a single one.

These people can't make decisions about such big things.

Even if they wanted to make a decision, they would still be arguing when they returned to their own sect.

Everyone just wants to get benefits, but they don't really pay for them.

The only difference between them is that they did not directly tear off the skin and rob them like Zhaoyang Daozong did.

But if it continues like this, I am afraid that these people may also have the idea of ​​​​robbing.

Once these people reach an agreement, Yaogu's best fate is to be divided.

This time, no one will come to the rescue.

"Hey, Shengshidan, a chaotic weapon, and the talisman formation are always inseparable. My generation of danxiu should have recognized their destiny long ago..." A white-bearded Taoist sighed beside Li Qingshi.

The prosperous elixir business is booming, and alchemists are always on top wherever they go.

In troubled times, only the Refiners will be protected, because the weapons they refine will directly increase their combat power.

Now, the chaos is coming.

Dan Xiu was instantly ignored and protected.

In the hall, those Yaogu elders had complicated expressions on their faces.

Li Qingshi glanced at the elder beside him, shook his head, and said lightly, "Let's see how Han Muye responds. Maybe when Shan Mingtao leaves, he will be a disciple of the Jiange Pavilion."

If Han Muye chooses the Jiange, then Yaogu should be able to establish a relationship with the Jiange in the name of repaying his kindness.

This may be Yaogu's last chance.

As for whether the sword pavilion will face other sects for Yuntian Medicine Valley, it depends on the courage of Shan Mingtao.

It's hard.

In the small courtyard where Han Muye and Mu Wan lived, after Mu Wan served two cups of tea, she obediently retreated.

She knew that in the eyes of various forces, she was a vase, which Yaogu used to win over her senior brother.

She doesn't care what outsiders think of her, nor is she interested in knowing how these sects will win over her senior brothers.

They can never imagine how powerful their senior brothers are, and they are not qualified to win over at all.

When Mu Wan put down the teacup and left, Shan Mingtao was going to get straight to the point and explain his intentions.

It can be seen that Han Muye picked up the teacup, and with a move in his heart, he also picked up the teacup in front of him.

Light fragrance, agile, moist and long-lasting.

This tea was actually a good tea that he had never tasted in his own sect.

When the tea enters the stomach, there is a feeling of cleansing the soul.

This is a rare treasure in the world.

Unexpectedly, Han Muye had such a treasure in his hand, and he even took it out to entertain himself.

"What kind of tea is this?"

Shan Mingtao's first sentence turned out to be about tea.

Han Muye put down the tea cup and said with a chuckle, "This tea is illuminated by the light of the bright sword, and it blends into the meaning of ten thousand swords. Drinking tea is like tasting swords."

"I named this tea Kenshin."

Kenshin, transparent.

This is the realm of kendo, and it is also the perception of kendo.

Looking at the tea cup in front of him, Shan Mingtao's expression changed.

He knew what Han Muye said about the clear sword light and the meaning of ten thousand swords.

But he knew even more that with these alone, it was impossible to get this cup of tea.

Looking up at Han Muye, he was shocked.

The mind is clear, and the mind is clear.

Such a person has no heart?

If Han Muye is really the kind of sword cultivator who has no external object, then his cultivation base and combat power are not as simple as the previous speculation.

If he can really defeat Zhao Yu with his own cultivation, he can be a deacon even in Jiange.

Also, he seems to have a protective treasure.

Looking at the sword box that Han Muye was carrying, Shan Mingtao's eyes shone with aura.

Perhaps, this is Han Muye's biggest reliance and biggest trump card.

A sword cultivator's arrogance all comes from his own sword.

Looking down at the tea cup in front of him, Shan Mingtao said lightly, "This tea is good, how about the production?"

Tea.

produce.

If tea is a sword, how much it produces means how strong it is.

How strong is the strength is how many chips.

Joining the sword pavilion, you can get a lot of attention.

Taking this tea from Han Muye, Shan Mingtao was sure that Han Muye must have the heart to join the sword pavilion.

Otherwise, why would you come up with such good tea?

Han Muye's expression remained unchanged, and he said with a hint of a smile, "Why, Elder Shan is interested in Jianxin tea?"

"If the elder likes-"

Shan Mingtao raised his head and stared at Han Muye.

Is this going to take refuge in Jiange, and take refuge in yourself?

As long as Han Muye opened his mouth to send out Jianxin tea, he wouldn't mind giving him a disciple status.

Even the deacon under his own seat is not unable to give it.

Under Shan Mingtao's gaze, Han Muye said lightly, "If the elder likes it, one or two of ten million spirit stones will be as many as you want."

Shan Mingtao's eyes froze slightly.

He had no idea that Han Muye would say such a thing.

Not to send, but to sell.

One or two of ten million spirit stones.

The most important thing is to have as many as you want!

What does this represent!

It means that the other party is negotiating business with him as an equal, or even higher than his own identity.

There is as much as you want, this is the confidence!

It turned out that he had already thought wrong.

Even all the sects thought wrong.

The person in front of him never meant to take refuge in all parties.

Because the tea in his hand is as much as he wants.

Shan Mingtao's face slowly turned solemn, and he said softly, "How much do you want?"

He raised his hand and placed a jade box on the table.

"Then give me so much first."

Han Muye stretched out his hand to take the jade box, his spiritual sense penetrated into it, and said lightly, "Okay."

In the jade box is a side of spiritual stones, each of which is of the highest quality, worth one billion low-grade spiritual stones, and other spiritual materials piled up together, all of which are extremely precious.

The value of this jade box exceeds 10 billion spirit stones.

That is, Han Muye needs to trade 100 catties of Jianxin tea.

How could there be hundreds of kilograms of such precious tea leaves in the world?

This is Shan Mingtao's test, and it is also Shan Mingtao's demonstration of Jiange's strength.

An elder of Jiange, who can take out so many treasures at his fingertips, is wealthy.

It's just that he didn't expect that Han Muye just said ok, and took out a small cloth bag.

Shan Mingtao stretched out his hand to pass the cloth bag, and his eyes could not help squinting.

It is really a hundred catties of Jianxin tea!

Sword Intent surged on his body, and his eyes fell on Han Muye.

What kind of power can have such a means and such a heritage!

Taking a deep breath, he nodded, stood up, turned and left.

For a sword repairer who can directly take out a hundred catties of tea, he Shan Mingtao is not even qualified to face it directly.

In the world, when did such a force suddenly appear?

Where is the hidden realm that came when it collapsed for three days, or was it outside the dam?

Shan Mingtao's face was gloomy, with a small bag in his hand, he strode away.

When he walked out of the courtyard, countless spiritual thoughts intertwined.

"What's the situation? Shan Mingtao seems unhappy?" Someone asked suspiciously.

Shan Mingtao's face, no matter how you look at it, does not seem to be very happy to talk.

Did Han Muye refuse, or did he not like Han Muye?

"What's in the bag in his hand? Why did he bring this bag out alone?" Someone had already turned their attention to the bag.

If the talks collapsed, Shan Mingtao would just leave.

It's carrying a bag, what does it mean?

Since Shan Mingtao left the small courtyard, the forces of all parties wanted to break their heads, and they did not understand what happened in the small courtyard.

In the Yupan Hall, Du Chengshan irritably smashed the long case in front of him.

Not at all what he thought.

What the hell is this Han Muye doing?

"Lu Zhen, find a chance to test him." Gritting his teeth, Du Chengshan said in a low voice.

It's just the person in charge of the battle for the small road, and he is so arrogant after three days?

Is it true that anyone in the realm of heaven can be vertical and horizontal?

"Wang Junxiong, you spread the identity of Han Muye." Du Chengshan said coldly, "In business, I am the ancestor of Wuyang Pavilion."

Yulang Jianzong's residence, when Yao Yong heard Shan Mingtao leave with a sullen face with a small bag, he laughed out loud.

"Everyone, do you understand?"

His eyes gleamed brightly, and there was a faint wariness floating on his body.

"The world has changed dramatically, and the power has soared. Now is not the era of crushing all parties in the past three days!"

"Whether it is Jiange or Yuling Daozong, it may not be able to suppress all parties."

"It's an era of heroes rising together!"

A group of heroes rises together, which means war.

But this also means rise, and endless opportunities!

In the hall, everyone's eyes flashed with excitement on their faces.

"This time, if the sword pavilion can't be restrained, then it's an opportunity for my generation of sword cultivators."

"In the past three days, countless sword repairers have been waiting for this opportunity, and they have been waiting for too long."

In the Yuntian Medicine Valley hall, Li Qing was at a loss, and the elders were also at a loss.

"What does this Han Muye rely on?" A black-bearded old man frowned.

Li Qingshi frowned, looked around, and then whispered, "It seems that we all underestimated him."

"In this way, Lord Bengu sees him again."

...

When Shan Mingtao returned to the Jiange station, Zhao Yu and the others were already waiting with dignified expressions.

"Elder, what's going on?" A young man with sword intent emerged in a low voice.

Shan Mingtao returned with a cold face, which made everyone's heart sink.

"Elder, Han, Han Muye refuses to join the sword pavilion?" Zhao Yu frowned and asked in a low voice.

He had met Han Muye in Suwei World, and at that time Han Muye did not refuse to join the sword pavilion.

He invited Han Muye to explore the place where the kendo major cultivator retreats and sits together, and Han Muye readily agreed.

Is it because the world has changed drastically, this Han Muye has the heart to handle it, and is unwilling to join the sword pavilion?

People's hearts have changed?

Sitting back at the top, Shan Mingtao shook his head and said lightly, "I didn't invite him to join the Jiange."

No invite?

Everyone was stunned.

Zhao Yu opened his mouth.

He thought that Han Muye was right, but it turns out, isn't it?

Shan Mingtao put away the tea in his hand and looked up at Zhao Yu: "Didn't you say that he promised to go with you to explore the place where senior sits? Go and invite him and see if he goes."

"If we go," Shan Mingtao paused and whispered, "Then leave in a month."

Leaving in a month?

Zhao Yu was a little at a loss.

"You just need to know that Han Muye is not as simple as he thought before. I didn't invite him to Jiange, and I also have my considerations." Shan Mingtao explained in a rare way.

Obviously, he was afraid of Zhao Yu's misunderstanding.

Not as simple as thought.

Zhao Yu nodded.

He probably knew how to deal with it.

Before he could invite Han Muye, news came back.

Wuyang Pavilion exposed Han Muye's identity.

"The place of Taoism, Tianxuan Han Xiang."

"The land of Taoism is the ninth place in the heavenly list."

"Sure enough, his identity is not so simple."

"It seems that Tianxuan has won the battle for Taoism. Does this hero of the Taoism struggle have the heart to come to fight for three days?"

Many people had such expressions on their faces.

A hundred years of Taoism has won a great victory. As the person in charge, his xinxing and combat power are naturally very comparable.

"Hehe, it turns out that this is where your arrogance lies, the place where Dao contends." On the side hall of Wuji Daomen, a Qingpao Taoist shook his head and said in a low voice, "Send a message to Senior Brother Zhuwu, and ask him what Han Muye is worth. Not worth the investment."

Hearing his words, another Taoist raised his hand, and a golden aura turned into a light array.

The light array flickered and seemed extremely unstable.

It wasn't until a moment later that a phantom appeared above it.

"Junior Brother Yunting?"

"Why are you looking for me? I'm in the land of Taoism. The current situation is difficult, the profound power of the sky is huge, and we are exhausted."

There was exhaustion on the phantom face.

Hearing Xu Ying's opening, Taoist Qingpao hurriedly said, "Don't blame senior brother, I want to ask senior brother, how is Han Muye? Is it worth making friends?"

Above the light array, there is a daze on the phantom surface, and then the light and shadow vibrate, it seems that the mood is too turbulent.

The phantom dissipates.

Everyone in the hall looked at each other in surprise.

"Om-"

The light array reappeared, and the excited Daoists stared at them and roared, "What do you mean?"

"You said just now, make friends, Han, Lord Han?"