This person is Ji Yuan!
The eighth outer sect, the era in which he disappeared for a year.
He didn't hide outside the Jiuxuan Sword Gate, but instead came to the Sword Pavilion?
Also, he was wearing inner clothes.
Taking a breath, Han Muye walked forward expressionlessly, raised his hand to catch the sword.
The long sword was cold in the hand, and there seemed to be a trace of evil energy on it.
This sword has killed people recently.
Holding the hilt of the sword, Han Muye exerted slight force.
"Canglang——"
The long sword was unsheathed, and the coldness suddenly appeared.
"I received a sword from an inner disciple today, and the blade is intact."
The long sword was sheathed, holding it in both hands, and turned around and walked towards the wooden stand of the sword pavilion.
His hand gently rested on the hilt of the sword.
"Buzz——"
Picture after picture flashed in his mind, and a violent energy rushed towards his mind, making him turn pale.
In that picture, the Era sword holding a long sword was swaying, and the sharp sword light swept across, bringing up pieces of blood mist.
Disciple of Jiuxuan Sword Sect!
The people who were killed in that scene were the original Fire Vein disciple Wu Teng and others.
The murderer who killed Wu Teng and the others was really Ji Yuan!
In the air sea, the dark red sword intent surged, as if it was about to rush out and kill Ji Yuan standing at the door with one sword.
But Han Muye suppressed it.
He calmly put the sword on the wooden stand, then turned to the long desk and picked up the ink pen.
"The name of the person who sent the sword, and which lineage of cultivation."
His words stunned Ji Yuan, who was standing at the door, and said, "There is this procedure for sending swords? Why didn't I know?"
Han Muye held a pen in one hand and looked up at him: "Have you given it away before?"
Ji Yuan's face froze, and he quickly shook his head and said: "No."
After saying that, he spoke in a low voice: "My name is Zhu Guangsheng, and I practice under the disciples of Elder Mumai Qinlin."
Han Muye took a note, then nodded and said, "It's done."
Zhu Guangsheng turned around and left.
"Zhu Guangsheng, Qin Lin..." Han Muye watched him leave and gently put down his ink pen.
In his mind, a violent aura continued to spread, seeming to control his entire being.
"snort."
With a low hum, the sword intent in his sea of energy shook.
The violent aura in his mind was instantly shattered into pieces and turned into nothingness.
"It turns out that no one remembers why this sword was here last time. It's because this sword has this aura that can erase the memory of the person watching the sword."
"In fact, the sword watcher who sheathed his sword was killed by this breath."
There was a deep spiritual light in his eyes, and Han Muye's expression darkened.
As a fellow sword watcher, he had a common understanding.
He wants revenge.
Su Yang, how did you die?
Should I report this matter to the elders?
Yes, but not good.
He could not explain where his judgments came from.
Directly kill Zhu Guangsheng?
Not good.
Sometimes, killing someone is not the best solution to a problem.
What is the purpose of Zhu Guangsheng, or Ji Yuan, in sending the sword back?
Perhaps, the breakthrough lies in the sword pavilion!
Han Muye turned his head and looked at the long wooden frame.
Those long swords seemed to vibrate slightly, resonating with his eyes.
…
Beside the door of Jiange Pavilion, several dishes were placed on a small wooden table. Han Muye, Huang Laoliu, and Lu Gao were sitting around.
Lu Gao couldn't bear the erosion of the sword energy and could only eat by the door.
Han Muye was thinking about something and said nothing.
Huang Laoliu went out to relax, but when he came back, he was completely absent-minded.
Suddenly, the atmosphere became a little dull.
"Brother Six, today's meat is rotten. I picked it specially." Lu Gao pointed at the big piece of meat on the plate with his chopsticks and whispered in a flattering voice.
"Can't I, Huang Zhenxiong, even eat a piece of meat? Do you want you to pick?"
Huang Laoliu slammed his bamboo chopsticks on the table, then stood up and went straight back to the quiet room.
Lu Gao opened his mouth and looked at Han Muye with a grimace.
Han Muye shook his head and said, "Just leave him alone."
In the afternoon, Han Muye huddled in a quiet room and refined several furnaces of Cloud Qi Pills.
Use sword energy to refine pills, and every cloud energy pill you get is of the highest quality.
And each furnace can harvest five pills.
Perhaps it was because he had reached the realm of cultivating the essence, or perhaps because his physical training techniques had improved. Han Muye did not feel tired at all after refining elixirs all afternoon.
When the sun set, Lu Gao closed the door of the sword pavilion. Han Muye came out of the quiet room and saw Huang Laoliu smelling of alcohol.
Huang Laoliu only drinks before going to bed on weekdays, and rarely drinks during the day.
"Brother Six, what happened today?"
Han Muye frowned and looked at Huang Laoliu.
Huang Laoliu is a good-natured person. Although he is a bit naughty, he has nothing to say to himself.
Huang Laoliu raised his head and looked at Han Muye with his yellow eyes, then shook his head and said: "Hey, boy Han, how can you, a pretty boy with such a charming face, understand the pain in Brother Liu's heart..."
Peach blossoms continue?
Pretty boy?
In Huang Laoliu's mind, is this what he is like?
Han Muye wanted to refute, but he thought about Mu Wan, Bai Suzhen who asked Lu Gao to take the lead and asked why he didn't go, and Qiao Qing'er who just came to Jiange to apologize yesterday.
Is it true that I am more likely to be a woman than Huang Laoliu?
Han Muye coughed lightly: "Ahem, Sixth Brother, didn't you mean that there are three spiritual stones at the foot of the mountain..."
It seems that Huang Laoliu has been holding it in for a long time recently and is getting angry.
Gotta vent.
"Boy Han, in your eyes, Brother Six, is this the kind of person I am?" Huang Laoliu's eyes widened.
"No, no." Han Muye said with a busy smile.
Huang Laoliu shook his head, raised his hand to touch the wine gourd, picked it up and shook it. It was empty.
He sighed, and then whispered: "Boy Han, do you believe in fate?"
fate?
I believe in fate.
Han Muye wanted to shake his head, but suddenly his heart moved, and a sincere expression appeared on his face: "I believe it."
A good gossip listener must master coordination.
Sure enough, Huang Laoliu suddenly felt like he had found a confidant, and reached out to pat Han Muye on the shoulder.
"I believe it too."
"Today, I saw her..."
she?
Han Muye's eyes were shining and he was not sleepy at all.
After finding someone to talk to, Huang Laoliu was no longer depressed.
It turns out that his hometown is a small city thousands of miles away from Jiuxuan Sword Gate.
More than ten years ago, a group of young people went to a spiritual sect to become a disciple and practice together.
Among them, there are men and women.
The story is ridiculous.
Huang Laoliu fell in love with one of the women at first sight.
It's just that this emotion can naturally only be suppressed in the bottom of my heart.
They visited several sects together. There were originally seven or eight people, some stayed in the practicing sects, and some returned to their hometowns.
The woman stayed in the sect, Huang Laoliu was the one who wanted to return to her hometown.
"So, Sixth Brother, you once said that you wanted to become Heavenly Realm just for this, uh, Sixth Sister-in-law?" Han Muye came closer and asked in a low voice.
Hearing him say Sixth Sister-in-law, Huang Laoliu's already flushed face became even redder.
This guy is still shy.
"I told her at that time that I wanted to show her that I had become a heavenly being."
Huang Laoliu murmured in his mouth.
Having said this, his shoulders trembled slightly, then he looked at Han Muye and lowered his voice: "Boy Han, today, I saw Ping Mei."
"It's just that she doesn't recognize me anymore..."
Huang Laoliu leaned back on the big chair slumpedly, and Huang Laoliu didn't seem to be angry at all.
see?
Did you see a person in Jiuxuan Sword Sect who joined another sect more than ten years ago?
Han Mu's ambition was aroused and he said: "They are here to attend the party, right? Which sect does Sixth Sister-in-law belong to?"
"Qingfeng Temple, Pingmei is now an inner disciple of Qingfeng Temple."
"Hey, she is already an inner disciple, and I am still an unknown swordsman. It's okay if you don't know me..." Huang Laoliu sighed again.
Qingfengguan.
Han Muye had seen this name from the memory of Qin Yuanhe's sword.
This sect has already joined the Tailing Sword Sect.
Han Muye's eyes narrowed slightly.
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