When he returned to Jiange, Huang Laoliu was packing up the books on the table.
Seeing Han Muye come back, he grinned and placed two spiritual stones on the table.
"Sixth brother is also opening today?" Han Muye smiled and reached out to pick up the two spiritual stones.
He now has three high-grade spiritual stones on his body, but he really doesn't have even one low-grade spiritual stone.
"It's a good day today. Two inner disciples who lead swords are here." Huang Laoliu said cheerfully with a trace of pride on his face.
Those who hold the sword will receive filial piety, and those who observe the sword will distribute the spirit stones. This is the unspoken rule in the sword pavilion.
Just how many pieces can be obtained depends on the skill of the sword watcher.
Huang Laoliu was able to share two of Han Muye's spiritual stones, and he still had at least five or six in his hands. Of course he was happy with this income.
"Brother Six, I want to go down the mountain for a few days." Han Muye put away the spirit stone and said in a low voice.
Going down the mountain?
Huang Laoliu looked at Han Muye, and then a look of confusion flashed across his face.
This guy has good speed. Is he going to go down the mountain with that Junior Sister Mu to achieve something good?
There are many things on the mountain that are not convenient.
Just like the matter of dual cultivation.
"Sure, how many days will it take? If the ancestor asks, I'll report it." Huang Laoliu asked with a smile.
"Five or six days." Han Muye calculated that it was about the same time.
"It's better for you young people." Huang Laoliu glanced at Han Muye's gray temples, shook his head, and walked back to the quiet room.
Han Muye felt that Huang Laoliu must have misunderstood something, but just thinking about it, there was no explanation.
He returned to the quiet room, observed the sword intentions in the air sea, and then recalled the physical training techniques and sword skills he had practiced.
It's strange that when I held Mo Yuan's sword today, there was a sense of resistance in the sword.
Nothing was comprehended.
I don't know why.
Early the next morning, Han Muye placed a top-grade Cloud Qi Pill and three fine Cloud Qi Pills on the wooden couch in the quiet room, and then left quietly.
If his life span is really over, then giving these Yunqi Pills to Huang Laoliu can be regarded as acquaintance.
After walking out of the sword pavilion, he looked towards the fish-belly-white Dongfang, took a deep breath, adjusted the purple flame sword behind his back, and strode towards the mountain gate.
Along the way, from time to time there were outer disciples in green robes and gray robes, and servant disciples bowed and saluted.
Because he was wearing the white robe of an inner disciple.
When we arrived at the mountain gate, Mo Yuan hadn't arrived yet.
There were quite a few outer disciples and servants coming in and out.
Listening to their discussion, it seemed that visitors from outside the sect were coming today, and they wanted to set up the square in front of the mountain gate to welcome them.
"Snapped--"
There was a crisp sound, and the flower pot held by a handyman in gray robe fell to pieces.
"Don't you have eyes?" With a low voice, the outer disciple beside the handyman disciple shouted angrily and kicked him on the back.
The handyman disciple staggered, turned over, and fell to the ground.
The location is not far from Han Muye.
Han Muye, who was originally too lazy to care about this matter, lowered his head. When he saw the appearance of the handyman disciple, a smile flashed across his face. He took two steps forward and stretched out his hand.
"Brother Lu."
The person who fell to the ground was Lu Gao, the handyman disciple who had led Han Muye into the Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
Lu Gao raised his head and was slightly startled when he saw Han Muye wearing a white robe. He subconsciously got up, then bowed and saluted.
The handyman disciples have the lowest status in the sect. Not to mention the inner disciples wearing white robes, even the outer disciples can shout at them.
"Lu Gao has met senior brother."
After speaking, Lu Gao quietly raised his head and looked at Han Muye.
His eyes fell on Han Muye's face, and he was stunned again: "Han, Brother Han..."
The two people were reminiscing about old times here, and the surrounding outer sect and handyman disciples also saw them.
When he heard Lu Gao calling Brother Han Muye, the outer disciple who kicked Lu Gao turned pale.
"My dear, Lu Gao has a brother from the inner sect?" A servant in gray robes whispered, his face full of envy.
"I haven't heard about it, and I don't know what the relationship is." Some people looked at Han Muye and Lu Gao, trying to guess how close they were.
"This handyman disciple actually has an inner disciple as his backer. Sun Santong is kicking the iron this time." Not far away, some of the outer disciples wearing green robes also spoke in a low voice.
"Senior brother, please calm down. I didn't mean to kick Brother Lu Gao. The mission is really urgent." An outer disciple named Sun Santong hurriedly stepped forward and bowed to Han Muye, sweating profusely.
He is not stupid. When Han Muye asks or Lu Gao complains, Han Muye will punish him for the sake of face.
It's better to admit your mistake first.
Han Muye didn't look at him, but looked at Lu Gao and said, "Brother Lu, is there something wrong with your health?"
His attitude surprised Lu Gao.
He knew that Han Muye was a sword observer at the Sword Pavilion and was not a truly profound inner disciple, but outsiders didn't know that!
Among the sects, only clothes and robes are recognized.
Here today, Han Muye, who is wearing a white robe from the inner sect, is very kind to him. From now on, others will look up to him wherever he goes.
"Nothing, nothing." Lu Gao stretched out his hand to pat the dust on himself, and then said happily.
Han Muye nodded and turned to see that a carriage had arrived at the mountain gate. Two outer disciples in green robes followed the carriage and strode towards it.
The carriage stopped, and the two tall horses snorted and kicked their hooves on the bluestone.
"Okay, you don't have to send it away." An old voice came from the carriage.
It was Mo Yuan.
The two people behind the carriage looked at each other, sighed softly, and one of them cupped his hands and said, "Brother, we have a journey with high mountains and long rivers. It will be a smooth journey."
Another person also said: "Brother, take care."
In the carriage, Mo Yuan hummed softly.
Han Muye narrowed his eyes and looked at the frame.
Mo Yuan had been together in the outer sect for two hundred years, and when he left, only two people saw him off.
This scene is really desolate.
He took a few steps forward and sat in front of the frame.
"Thank you for sending me this." Turning his head, he raised his hand and threw out two pills.
The two green-robed outer disciples were stunned and subconsciously caught it.
"hiss--"
"This is, this is a fine Yunqi Pill!"
The two of them whispered in surprise, and then bowed to Han Muye: "Thank you, senior brother, for the reward."
A high-quality Yunqi Pill costs three hundred spirit stones. For an outer disciple, they can't earn it even if they don't eat or drink for several years.
Han Muye pulled the reins and the carriage moved forward slowly.
When he reached Lu Gao's side, he threw the jade bottle with the last fine Yunqi Pill over.
"Brother Lu, I'll treat you to a drink when I come back."
Lu Gao reached out to catch the jade bottle and held it tightly with both hands.
"Okay, drink, drink..."
The corners of his mouth trembled and his shoulders trembled.
The high-quality Yunqi Pill is a windfall for him!
The two outer disciples who had also received rewards over there raised their hands to Lu Gaoyi: "I'm Luo Cheng, and I'm Qin Yi. Do you know the names of your junior brothers?"
Lu Gao quickly handed over his hand: "Lu Gao has met the two senior brothers."
The two nodded and left with a smile.
This is considered a nod of acquaintance.
With this friendship, I might be able to help him in the future.
All this comes from one person.
Everyone looked at the moving frame.
A breeze blew up the curtains on the car windows, revealing a green robe and white beard.
"Blue robes, either from the outer sect, or from the elders, hiss——"
Someone let out a low cry and turned to look at the grinning Lu Gao, even more envious.
The inner disciples can only be driven by elders!
This inner sect brother is actually so close to an elder, walking together together!
"Senior Brother Lu, let's get closer in the future!"
"Senior Brother Lu, I will carry these flowers for you to rest."
"Senior Brother Lu, are you thirsty? I have the best clear flower dew."
…
A group of outer disciples and handyman disciples wearing green robes and gray robes gathered around.
The most ardent among them is Sun Santong, who kicked Lu Gao before.
Lu Gao bowed his hands to everyone in return, while looking up at the car frame going away.
"Boy, how about you pretend to be my disciple when you go to my hometown?"
In the carriage, Mo Yuan suddenly spoke.
"Don't worry, I won't let you pretend to be in vain."
