Standing on the second floor of the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye held the long sword in his hand, quietly watching the story in the sword.

After practicing for a hundred years, Xu Haosheng, who has stepped into the pinnacle of foundation building, returned to his hometown.

The family back then was still the same, but the ancestors of the family were dying, and the other brothers and uncles, who had not cultivated, were mostly exhausted.

Xu Haosheng's return surprised the ancestor.

Xu Haosheng, who is at the peak of his cultivation, can make the Xu family a great family.

But knowing the sect that Xu Haosheng voted for, the ancestor was disappointed again.

Sanshui City, where the Xu family is located, is under the rule of the Yuehua Sword Sect.

The Yuehua Sword Sect is competing with the Nine Xuan Sword Sect for the position of the four major sword sects, and the chaos is continuous.

Xu Haosheng's identity as a disciple of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect must not be disclosed in the family.

Xu Haosheng lived in the family for ten years.

In the past ten years, the ancestor Shouyuan has fallen, and Xu Haosheng has shot five times.

Ten years later, the new patriarch of the family, his younger brother Xu Maosheng cultivated to reach the fifth level of condensation.

For ten years, he married and had children like a mortal.

Ten years later, he cut off the edge of the dust, returned to the Nine Xuan Sword Gate, retreated for three years, and stepped into the realm.

In the following decades, the Yuehua Sword Sect and the Nine Xuan Sword Sect fought even more, and Xu Haosheng, who had cultivated in the realm, rushed to conquer without stopping.

By the time the Yuehua Sword Sect declined, the Nine Xuan Sword Sect became the Four Great Sword Sects, and when Xu Haosheng returned to Sanshui City, the Xu family had already dispersed.

Not only the Xu family, but most of Sanshui City was destroyed in the chaotic battle.

This incident became Xu Haosheng's heart knot.

For so many years, Xu Haosheng has not married a Taoist couple, and his cultivation has also been stuck on the fifth layer of Qishen and has not been able to enter again.

The story doesn't end there.

This time, Xu Haosheng led his disciples down the mountain to fight, which was originally very smooth.

The Nine Xuan Sword Sect is in a big situation, and the Wind Spirit Sword Sect, which is seriously injured and retreating, can't stop it.

But when fighting for a Qingling ironstone vein, there was an accident.

The owner of this vein is a small family under the rule of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect.

Xu family.

When Xu Haosheng was about to kill the master of the Xu family, the throbbing of his blood made him stop.

This Xu family is actually his family bloodline.

Even, it's the blood of relatives!

He withdrew his hand, allowing the strong men of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect present to seize the opportunity and seriously injure him.

"Hey, I didn't break off my feelings......"

In Han Muye's mind, the remnant soul of Xu Haosheng, who was dressed in a green robe and had a thin body, arched his hand towards Han Muye.

In Han Muye's opinion, Xu Haosheng's life is what most sect cultivators look like.

Xu Haosheng's obsession is also a stumbling block for most cultivators.

Families, sects, relatives, disciples, all these can become the help of cultivators, and they can also become their shackles.

Xu Haosheng used the power of his family to comprehend the mortal dust and stepped into the realm.

But it was also the feeling of shame for the family, which made his heart difficult to dissolve, and he could not cultivate and improve for the rest of his life.

As Xu Haosheng said, how can you do it?

Han Muye nodded and said softly, "Elder Xu, do you still have any unfulfilled wishes?" ”

Xu Haosheng has only a remnant soul left, and Han Muye can't help him much.

But the wish should be the last obsession, right?

Xu Haosheng nodded and arched his hand towards Han Muye: "Xiaoyou is the one who guards the Sword Pavilion, right?" ”

"I also heard that there is a Senior Brother Han in the Sword Pavilion who has quite a trick, and he really knows it."

"I left my remnant soul in the sword, and I want to ask Xiaoyou to help me find my blood relatives."

After a deep sigh, Xu Haosheng said in a low voice: "I don't want to be able to protect the Xu family, as long as I can leave a bloodline." ”

The current Xu family doesn't know that there is such a person as him.

And the Nine Xuan Sword Sect didn't know that the Xu family was Xu Hao's bloodline.

Even if I knew, I am afraid I would not open the net.

Before the general trend of the sect, what was the ordinary family affection?

Han Muye did not speak.

Xu Haosheng's request is easy to say, difficult to say, and difficult.

Release the hilt of the sword, and the image dissipates in my mind.

By the time he put his sword on the wooden frame and turned around and went downstairs, the team that delivered the sword had already left.

Huang Laoliu sat in front of the long case, sorted out the books, and registered the information of the sword weapon in the cabinet.

"Little one, you have to learn to do this errand in the future." Huang Lao Liu wrote while teaching Gao Xiaoxuan, who was lying beside him.

It can be seen that Gao Xiaoxuan is not interested in writing and painting.

But the little white fox nested on the long case, staring at it.

Han Muye walked out of the Sword Pavilion, and not far away, Yang Shao, who was wearing a black robe, strode over.

"Senior Brother Han."

"I should have guessed it a long time ago."

Yang Shao bowed to Han Muye, then looked up at him and said in a low voice.

Han Muye nodded and said softly, "Let's mourn." ”

He could see that Yang Shao was really sad.

Under the Santan Pavilion, there are not many disciples like him.

Hearing Han Muye's words, Yang Shao shook his head, and the expression on his face was much lower.

"I don't know about others, but Master's kindness to me is as heavy as a mountain, and I will take revenge."

He clenched his fists, his eyes red.

Like a teacher, like a father.

Although Xu Haosheng accepted him as a closed disciple for a short time, he taught him carefully and was selfless.

In many cases, the master and apprentice in the cultivation world are closer than the ordinary bloodline.

Looking at Yang Shao in front of him, Han Muye pondered for a moment and said, "Your master's sword and last wish, which one do you choose?" ”

Yang Shao raised his head and his eyes widened.

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In front of the Sword Pavilion, Yang Shao left in despair, and Han Muye sighed lightly.

It's a difficult choice.

Will he fight for Xu Haosheng's sword with most of the Santan Pavilion disciples, or will he take action to protect the Xu family's bloodline?

As Xu Haosheng's disciple, according to the arrangement of relatives, Yang Shao is in front.

To get his hands on the saber, he has a good chance.

And to take action to protect the bloodline of the Xu family, the difficulty is comparable to ascending to the sky for Yang Shao.

The Xu family is attached to the Wind Spirit Sword Sect, and if they want to save the Xu family, they are almost enemies of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect!

Even if Yang Shao said that the Xu family was Xu Haosheng's bloodline, the sect would not let go of the Xu family for this relationship.

Involving a large ore vein, an ethereal mortal bloodline, how could the sect change its decision?

When Yang Shao left, he didn't say how to choose, and Han Muye didn't ask.

Xu Haosheng's wish he had already conveyed to his disciples, and there was not much else he could do.

Turning around and entering the Sword Pavilion, Huang Laoliu and Gao Xiaoxuan didn't know where they went, but Yang Mingxuan and Jiang Ming were there.

"Senior Brother Han, I've thought about it."

Looking at Han Muye, Yang Mingxuan bowed down and spoke in a low voice.

"Ask Senior Brother to pass on my method of sword qi entering the body."

The sword qi entered the body and tore apart the blocked dantian tendons, this was Yang Mingxuan's only chance.

Of course, this method is very painful.

"In fact, the three methods of the Sword Pavilion can be practiced together."

Looking at Yang Mingxuan, who was bowing, Han Muye said lightly.

"First cultivate the sword qi into the body, break through the tendons and dantian, and condense the sword bones."

"After you have a certain amount of cultivation, you will be able to melt the sword into the body and refine the body of the sword."

"As for the soul as a sword, it can be used as a back hand, and it can be condensed at leisure."

This cultivation method is not as clever as the Xuanyang Technique of Han Muye's own three-trick practitioner, but it is safe.

Han Muye didn't think that the inheritance in the Sword Pavilion had to be taught separately.

Isn't it good to have more people who can practice?

"Thank you, Senior Brother Han."

Yang Mingxuan nodded, bowed and said.

"Come with me, I'll teach you the art of channeling sword qi into your body."

Han Muye beckoned, turned around and walked to a vacant quiet room, and when he passed by the wooden frame, he took a sword in his hand.

Yang Shao followed and walked in.

Jiang Ming stood in place with a hint of a smile on his face.

For a moment, there was a short grunt of pain in the silence.

For most of the hour, Han Muye walked out of the quiet room.

A quarter of an hour later, Yang Mingxuan, who was pale and his legs trembled, walked out with a moving step.

"Boy Yang, can you bear it?" Jiang Ming asked with a grin.

Yang Mingxuan glanced at him, shook his head and said, "If you can't bear it, you have to carry it." ”

"Compared to the pain of not being able to practice, what is this pain?"

When he said this, there was a bright light in his eyes.

In the quiet room just now, Han Muye channeled with sword qi and poured into his meridians.

The tearing pain almost made him faint.

Because Yang Mingxuan's meridians were fragile, even if Han Muye was traveling with the most gentle water vein sword qi, he would only infuse a wisp of sword qi.

This wisp of sword qi was now passing through the meridians in Yang Mingxuan's body, making him feel as if his whole body had been torn apart.

But that's the power.

This is the practice!

From then on, he was not mortal.

Walking out of the Sword Pavilion and looking up at the sky, Yang Mingxuan had the urge to cry loudly!

……

In the quiet room, Han Muye sat cross-legged.

In his hand, a small jasper tripod was gently suspended.

This Danding was used by Bai Suzhen herself to practice alchemy.

The grade of Danding is not too high, the forging method is not bad, and the spiritual materials used are good enough.

Han Muye cultivated his sword qi and spiritual warmth, and it took nearly two days of hard work to refine the Dan furnace.

After refining, Danding had a little more agility, and there was an inexplicable connection with him.

Without refining the pill in the Sword Pavilion Quiet Room, Han Muye chose to take the Danding to the secret place of the sect.

In the spiritual land, there are spirit gathering arrays that assist in cultivation, and there are also soul locking arrays that can isolate power.

Han Muye is going to refine the Longevity Pill, refining it in the spiritual land, and when the Dan is completed, it can be locked with the help of the pill that will become an immortal product with the help of the formation.

Since you want to refine, you naturally want to refine the Immortal Pindan.

When I went to the spiritual land again, I checked the token of the disciple and entered the small village, and the process was much smoother.

At the entrance of the village, there were also a few true disciples who greeted each other.

I didn't meet Li San and their descendants, so I guess they were practicing in retreat.

Going straight to his big house, Han Muye raised the Spirit Gathering Array and the Spirit Locking Array, and then took out the Dan Furnace, and the sword qi penetrated.

"Hum—"

With a soft sound, the Dan furnace rotated, and the spiritual light on it flashed, and the sword qi was swirling.

Han Muye took a light breath, closed his eyes, and circulated the refining picture of the longevity pill in his mind.

A quarter of an hour later, his eyes opened, and the light flickered.

One by one, the elixir was placed, and the lid of the Dan furnace was uncovered.

The elixir is put into the furnace, and the fragrance of the medicine is overflowing.

There is a lock spirit array, and the movement in the big house will not be known to outsiders.

Descendants, who hasn't ordered their own secrets?

The Locking Spirit Array is isolated, so that they can practice with peace of mind.

All the elixirs were put into the Dan furnace, Han Muye raised his hands, and a fiery sword intent appeared.

This is the fire-type sword intent absorbed from the Ziyan Sword, which was condensed by Tao Ran's ancestor back then, and he unknowingly stayed in the Ziyan Sword.

Tao Ran's cultivation is profound, and this sword intent has a tendency to turn into a sword momentum.

The fire sword intent entered the Danding, in which the elixir began to be continuously purified, and the impurities were separated and chopped.

"Hum—"

In the Danding, two pills with pure medicinal power began to take shape.

At this moment, Han Muye's face turned pale.

The aura in his dantian was exhausted!