"Han, Han boy!"

Huang Laoliu, who was slumped on the wooden chair, jumped up and rushed to Han Muye's side, his eyes widened, and he looked up and down.

He stretched out his hand and patted Han Muye's shoulder and arm, and smashed Han Muye's chest with his fist a few times.

"Haha, you kid isn't dead!"

"I'm not dead!"

"Brother Liu, I've been sad a few times!"

Huang Lao Liu's old face was full of joy, and his eyes were a little moist.

Han Muye also had a smile on his face.

Huang Lao Liu seemed to think of something, grinned, opened a small wooden box, poured out the contents one by one, and then counted them the same.

"Now, these pills will be returned to you."

"Also, this is the spirit stone I have collected in the past few days, and this part is reserved for you."

"This is the elixir that the white shopkeeper gave you."

"This is a letter from Mu Wan's girl."

"This is a token from Zhao Pu of the inner gate."

……

It's scattered, but it's really a lot.

Han Muye looked at the piles of things on the table and asked with a smile, "Sixth brother, why are all these things in this box?" What are you going to do? ”

"Buried."

"If you don't come back, I'll bury the things and build a mound for you."

Huang Lao Liu turned his head and said solemnly.

Cenotaph......

Han Muye's face twitched.

"Han Muye, come up and see me."

He was about to speak, when suddenly an old voice came from above the Sword Pavilion.

Han Muye was shocked.

This was the voice of the Sword Pavilion Elder.

Huang Lao Liu and Han Muye glanced at each other.

Huang Lao Liu glanced at the stairs.

Han Muye nodded, put the sword in his hand and Ziyan Qingming on the table, then straightened his clothes and strode up the stairs.

On the second floor, he glanced at the wooden frames with the swords, took a deep breath, and headed to the third floor.

On the third floor, the space is only two zhang square, there is no wooden frame for placing long swords, and the windows around it are open to let in the light.

The white-robed Sword Pavilion elder sat cross-legged in front of him, and behind his back, a dark sheathed long sword was bowed on the long table.

"Disciple Han Muye, meet the Sword Pavilion Elder."

Han Muye bowed and clasped his fists in salute.

The white-haired Sword Pavilion Elder nodded, his gaze on him.

"Shouyuan's danger, how did you solve it?"

Han Muye knew that he would inevitably be asked about Shouyuan, and he was already thinking about it along the way.

Not only himself, but Huang Lao Liu and the Sword Pavilion Elder would definitely have the worry of Shouyuan being depleted.

The sword watchers of the Sword Pavilion can't escape this level.

"Back to the elder's words, this time I returned to my hometown with Mo Yuan, the first person in the outer gate, and under his guidance, I dispersed the sword qi, and within three or two years, there was no danger of longevity." Han Muye replied loudly.

"Dissipate the sword qi?" The Sword Pavilion Elder stared at Han Muye, then nodded.

At this time, there was only a condensed sword intent in Han Muye's sea of qi, and outsiders could not perceive the existence of the escaping sword qi.

Even a master like the Elder of the Sword Pavilion did not notice the abnormality.

"So, what are you going to do in the future?" The Sword Pavilion Elder spoke again.

Han Muye raised his head and looked at the Sword Pavilion Elder with a calm face.

He didn't expect the Sword Pavilion Elder to say so much to him, and asked himself what to do in the future.

Doesn't this old guy care about his own life or death?

However, he still replied truthfully: "Elder Hui, I am preparing to cultivate both spirit and body, and strive to refine my physical body to withstand the invasion of sword qi. ”

This is what Mo Yuan told him, and it is the most suitable cultivation method for him.

The Sword Pavilion Elder nodded, and then said lightly: "On the path of cultivation, everyone has their own fate. ”

"If you fail to survive the level of sword qi entering the body, then your fate is over."

"Since you survived, it is related to the Sword Pavilion."

As he spoke, he looked at Han Muye and said in a low voice: "In the future, on the fifteenth day of the first month of each month, come and see me after the closing of the pavilion." ”

See you after closing?

Han Muye's heart instantly thought of the matter of the Bodhi Ancestor teaching Sun Monkey the seventy-two changes.

Did he really have the opportunity to get the appreciation of the Sword Pavilion Elders?

"Disciple understands."

Han Muye nodded, bowed to the Sword Pavilion Elder, and then exited the third floor.

As he walked down the stairs, he subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the black long sword that was placed behind the Sword Pavilion Elder.

This is the Nine Xuan Sword that suppressed the luck of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect?

Why is the style of this sword exactly the same as that Xuanyang sword?

Han Muye had never seen this sword, but he had seen it a few times in Qin Yuanhe's saber memory.

Qin Yuanhe carried out the mission of the sect, and what he was looking for was the black sheathed long sword called the Xuanyang Sword.

Xuanyang, Jiuxuan, among them, is there anything involved?

Shaking his head, Han Muye didn't think about it anymore.

Let those big people worry about it, shrink in the Sword Pavilion by themselves, and slowly warm up the sword qi, isn't he fragrant?

Coming downstairs, Huang Lao Liu put all the things he had gathered in a wooden box and handed it to Han Muye.

"Sixth brother, Elder of the Sword Pavilion, he-"

Before Han Muye finished speaking, Huang Lao Liu had already raised his hand and said, "Don't tell me about this." ”

After speaking, he grinned, patted Han Muye's shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Han boy, I have been in the Sword Pavilion for seven years, and in another three years, I will be the deacon of the sect." ”

Hearing his words, Han Muye also chuckled.

I have to worry a lot about myself, as the Sword Pavilion elder said, everyone has their own fate.

Huang Lao Liu also has his own fate.

He could live in the Sword Pavilion for seven years, so why should he worry about him?

"Sixth brother, do you still have any wine?" Han Muye asked with a smile.

Huang Lao Liu smiled, turned around and took the big gourd out, and shook it: "There is still half a gourd." ”

Han Muye reached out and took the gourd, unplugged it, and sniffed it to his mouth.

Spicy, mellow.

The wine enters the throat, the coolness is full of heat, penetrating the intestines and abdomen, and a dry heat penetrates the whole body.

"Shhhh

"Happy......"

wanted to take another sip, Huang Lao Liu had already snatched the gourd, took a small sip by himself, and then plugged it in distress.

"My wine is precious."

Han Muye shook his head with a smile, opened the wooden box, took out the pill in it, and handed it to Huang Lao Liu.

"Sixth brother, I refined this Dan myself."

"In the future, we won't lack this thing."

Until Han Muye returned to the quiet room with the wooden box, Huang Lao Liu, who was holding the jade bottle in his hand, had not come back to his senses.

He looked at the pill in his hand, and then at the ashram over there.

As if thinking of something, he took out a few spirit stones from his pocket.

Rubbing the spirit stone with his palm, a complicated expression appeared on his face.

"Stinky boy, it turns out that you are the real tyrant......"

"Yes, in the future, my Huang Lao Liu will also have golden thighs to hug."

As he spoke, he shook his head, took the jade bottle, carried the wine gourd, and walked back.

——————

In the quiet room, Han Muye took out various objects in the wooden box.

Five spirit stones, this is the oil and water that Huang Lao Liu scraped from the sword disciple in the past few days.

When Han Muye left Aoki Town, he left two high-grade spirit stones to Mo Yuan.

He who can refine the best pill will no longer worry about the spirit stone.

However, he still accepted these five spirit stones, after all, it was Huang Laoliu's intention.

In the wooden box, there are also two medicine bags, and the name of the medicine is written on them.

"Mingyuan bone, turn the marrow fruit?"

Han Muye was slightly stunned.