Outside the water, on the mountain road, Mu Wan lowered her head.

"Senior brother, I, I'll find a way to help you find the elixir to increase your longevity."

How difficult it is to find an elixir to increase longevity, it is completely unavailable.

When Mu Wan said such a thing, she had no confidence in her heart.

Han Muye chuckled, turned his head to look at her and said, "Senior sister, don't worry, it's just that Shouyuan is depleted, it's not a big deal." ”

Mu Wan's Dan Dao cultivation naturally can't see through how much longevity he has left.

Nodding, Mu Wan said softly: "Then senior brother, you go back to the Sword Pavilion, and I will go back to the Dan Hall." ”

Han Muye saw that it was not early, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go to Dantang when I have time, if you need my help to comprehend, you can also come to the Sword Pavilion to find me." ”

If this little girl grows, it will look better.

What's more, she is still a pure little rich woman.

Huang Laoliu's instigation is also reasonable.

The two of them left along the mountain road, and after a while, Mu Wan, who had a sad face, returned to the intersection.

She looked at the direction Han Muye was leaving, and then turned her head and walked towards the waterside residence.

After a moment, the pale Mu Wan turned around again.

"Senior Brother Han, there are only six or seven days left to live......

She whispered, frowned, clenched her fists, and strode forward.

……

Han Muye did not return to the Sword Pavilion.

Using the power of refining his body, his body was like the wind, and he crossed several zhang in one step, but in just over a quarter of an hour, he had already arrived at the clear stream where the outer disciples lived.

Looking at the wooden house in front of him, taking a deep breath, Han Muye strode over.

The owner of the wooden house seemed to realize that he pushed the door open.

Mo Yuan.

The first person in the outer door.

"Yesterday they said someone was looking for me, and I guessed it was you."

Mo Yuan smiled, raised his hand to signal, then turned around and walked back to the wooden house with a somewhat staggering step.

Han Muye walked into the wooden house and saw that it was poorly furnished, and there were not even some necessities.

Mo Yuan sat down at a small wooden table, looked up and said, "If you come a day or two late, I'm afraid you won't be able to find me." ”

What do you mean?

Han Muye sat cross-legged opposite Mo Yuan and said in a low voice, "Why? ”

Mo Yuan's face was lonely, and he was relieved: "Hehe, my wish has been fulfilled, why do you stay here?" ”

Speaking of this, he looked at Han Muye, and there was a hint of sparkle in his cloudy eyes.

The wish has been made, has the Ten Thousand Swords Returned to the Sect been passed on to him?

Han Muye had a hint of enlightenment in his heart.

Mo Yuan stayed in the Nine Xuan Sword Gate because he wanted to return the ten thousand swords he had created all his life to the sect and pass it on.

Now that he has learned the Ten Thousand Swords and returned to the Sect, his wish has been fulfilled, and he is ready to leave the Nine Xuan Sword Sect, either to return to seclusion or return to his hometown.

Mo Yuan raised his head and said with a smile: "You, but what questions do you have about cultivating the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect?" ”

Han Muye pondered for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Senior, I don't know how you solved the problem of sword qi entering the body?" ”

Hearing Han Muye's words, Mo Yuan stroked his hand, and his face was full of joy: "I knew that you were born to practice swords." ”

"It's only been a long time since you have figured out the trick of returning to the sect of ten thousand swords!"

A trace of embarrassment flashed on his face, and Mo Yuan seemed to fall into memory: "Back then, I was determined to create a Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect, and there was no progress in ten years. ”

"Later, I went to ask to see the Sword Pavilion Elder who had a sword qi dissipated because of the Imperial Envoy Nine Xuan Sword, and his longevity was not much, and he told me——"

With that, Mo Yuan raised his hand and took out an ancient long sword and put it on the table in front of him.

"Cangchang—"

The long sword was unsheathed, clear as water.

"Wipe the sword with you every day, and cultivate sword qi for ten years."

"When the first wisp of sword qi enters the body......"

Mo Yuan suddenly grinned, leaned forward, and gently sent the long sword into the scabbard, as if he didn't want to say something, and was heard by the long sword.

"Have you ever double-cultivated?"

The corners of the old man's eyes were all obscene.

Han Muye nodded, the feeling that Mo Yuan said, he had experienced.

Seeing him nodding, Mo Yuan's face was even more obscene, and he waved his hand and said, "Yes, that's the feeling, if you taste it once, you ...... it."

"I know what it's like for the sword qi to enter the body." Han Muye spoke in a low voice.

"Haha, that's good, that's—what!" Mo Yuan, who was originally laughing, overturned the wooden table in front of him, and the long sword fell to the ground.

He rushed in front of Han Muye and grabbed Han Muye's arm.

"Sword qi enters the body, sword qi enters the body......"

His palm moved forward inch by inch on Han Muye's arm, groping, and his face was all pale.

"You are too anxious, too anxious, three years, three years to condense the first wisp of sword qi, at that time the body muscles and bones are adapted to the sword qi, it is the best time."

"If you are like this, you will damage your vitality, and Shouyuan will be consumed by the sword qi......"

"Hey, it's all my fault, it's all my fault that I didn't talk to you about the taboo of cultivation." Mo Yuan's face was full of self-blame.

"I am a Sword Pavilion Sword Viewer, and this sword qi has entered the body, and it has nothing to do with the cultivation of the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect." Looking at the old man's expression, Han Muye said softly.

"Sword watcher?" Mo Yuan was stunned.

He slowly sat back in his place and whispered in his mouth: "Yes, Sword Viewer, Sword Viewer is the easiest to obtain sword qi, why didn't I think of ......"

Speaking of this, he paused and looked at Han Muye: "How long do you feel that the vitality in your body can last?" ”

How long can it last.

Han Muye sighed in his heart, if he could survive for a long time, he would not come to Mo Yuan, an old man in his last years, to ask for pills.

Seeing that Han Muye was silent, Mo Yuan nodded and said, "I understand." ”

He fumbled for a moment, took out a small wooden box, and uncovered it, which contained a small jade bottle.

"Boy, I have a pill here that can help you increase your longevity a little."

He lightly handed the pill to Han Muye.

Looking at the pill in front of him, Han Muye was silent again.

This pill is worth 30,000 spirit stones.

There are 30,000 spirit stones, which can do a lot of things.

For an outer disciple like Mo Yuan, 30,000 spirit stones should be a lifetime of savings.

Moreover, this pill was given to him by Mo Yuan to renew his life.

His own longevity should be exhausted.

"Senior, this elixir is valuable and useful to you." Han Muye said in a low voice.

Originally, he was going to come to Xun Moyuan to buy this elixir.

But seeing Mo Yuan and seeing that he had packed all his things, Han Muye had already understood.

Mo Yuan's longevity is also about to end, and he wants to take advantage of the last time to leave the sect.

Now, Mo Yuan sent the pill to Han Muye, but he couldn't bear to ask for this pill again.

He wants the pill to continue his life, why not Mo Yuan?

"Hehe, my old bones, what's the difference between wanting this pill or not?" Mo Yuan shook his head and looked at Han Muye.

"This pill is not for you."

"You promised me two conditions."

As he spoke, he raised his hand: "First, accompany me down the mountain tomorrow and go to my hometown." ”

"Second, if it is, one day, he will not let the Ten Thousand Swords return to the sect and cut off the inheritance."

What Mo Yuan meant was that if one day Han Muye ran out of his life, he would definitely return the ten thousand swords to the sect and pass them on, and he couldn't directly break the inheritance.

It's just that he didn't say it as clearly.

"If I don't come, are my predecessors going to go back to their hometown alone?" Han Muye looked at Mo Yuan.

"When I came, I was accompanied by seven or eight friends, two hundred years younger, and I was the only one left......" Mo Yuan nodded.

Cultivation is like this, after a hundred years, the old man withered.

"Then, I don't know if the hometown of my predecessor is far away?" Han Muye asked in a low voice.

He wanted to give Mo Yuan a ride, but he didn't want to leave the Sword Pavilion for too long.

"Hehe, it's not far, thousands of miles down the mountain, and it takes only four or five days to go back and forth by taking the chariot and horse of the sect." Mo Yuan looked at Han Muye, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

"Okay, tomorrow, I'll wait for my seniors at the mountain gate." Han Muye bowed, then bent down, picked up Mo Yuan's long sword, put it on the wooden table, and then turned to leave.

Looking at his back as he left, and then at the pills that were still on the table, Mo Yuan showed a hint of relief on his face.