Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Murder?

Kill who?

The young men looked confused.

The old man shook his head, his face grim, and led them quickly away.

After cultivating for a long time, one knew how to live long.

As they walked past the hill, the old man heaved a sigh of relief.

60 years ago, he had seen people with falling flower marks on their clothes slaughter a sect.

These people were ruthless and did not leave anyone alive.

The old man was seriously injured at that time and did not have any spiritual energy fluctuations on his body, so he escaped.

He also obtained some opportunities then.

"Third Grandpa, are they here to kill the two people you said are at least at the Earth Realm?" Behind the old man, a young man in a green and gray martial arts suit asked in a low voice.

These words made the old man frown. He said in a low voice, "Jia Muhe, you're only at the third level of the Essence Energy Cultivation Realm. You're not even qualified to participate in the battle between these Earth Realm experts.

"If you want to live long, don't get involved in these things."

If this Jia Muhe was not the most talented among the younger generation of the Jia family, the old man would have already berated him.

When the other young men heard the old man's words, some of them chuckled and shook their heads, while others reached out and tugged at Jia Muhe's sleeve.

Jia Muhe did not retreat. Instead, he stared at the old man and lowered his voice. "Third Grandpa, do you think this is also an opportunity?"

Opportunity?

The old man looked angry at first, then slowly turned silent.

"Third Grandpa, you guys go first. I'm going back."

As Jia Muhe spoke, he took off his robe and the sword on his back.

"If I don't come back, tell my parents that I went to a big sect to cultivate."

Jia Muhe turned to look at the others beside him and grinned. "Just say that I went to the Nine Mystic Sword Sect."

With that, he rolled up his sleeves and followed the mountain path into the forest.

As he left, the other young men turned to look at the old man.

The old man was silent for a moment, then turned and walked away.

Perhaps it was an opportunity, or perhaps it was also courting death.

In the end, young people liked to gamble.

The old man himself would no longer do such an unstable thing.

"Jia Muhe won't be coming back."

Walking in front, the old man threw Jia Muhe's robe and sword down the cliff.

"Go back and say that he encountered a demonic beast and was killed."

Everyone froze at his words.

"Hmph, is the Nine Mystic Sword Sect so easy to get involved with?

"It might be a blessing or a curse for my Jia family to be related to these major sects."

With that, the old man dashed away.

The group of young men looked at each other and lowered their heads to follow.

….

Jia Muhe was running through the forest.

He remembered that Han Muye and Lin Shen were there to admire the sword marks.

However, sword Qi would harm his body there.

At this moment, he no longer cared about injuring himself. He ran at full speed and arrived at the two cliff walls in a moment.

A cold aura greeted him, making his breathing quicken, and he almost vomited blood.

He was only at the third level of the Essence Energy Cultivation Realm, so his body could not withstand the corrosion of the sword Qi.

Suppressing the pain in his chest and abdomen, Jia Muhe searched around.

There!

Wasn't the two people he had seen just now under the stone wall in front of him?

At this moment, there was a bald man sitting opposite them.

Ignoring everything else, Jia Muhe hurried over.

Han Muye and Lin Shen had already discovered Jia Muhe running towards them. Seeing his flushed face, they rushed over.

Lin Shen stood up.

"My third grandfather said that someone is coming to kill. I guess it might be to kill you." Jia Muhe panted and spoke loudly.

Lin Shen turned his head and looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye laughed and waved his hand. "We didn't offend anyone. No one will want to kill us."

As he spoke, he looked up at the opposite side. "By the way, Master, your Buddhist heritage is not in the Western Frontier. I'm afraid it's you that they're here to kill."

The bald man opposite Han Muye was a monk.

There was no Buddhist heritage in the Western Frontier.

Neither was there in the Southern Wasteland.

When he met this monk under the stone wall just now, Han Muye was interested and went forward to chat with him.

It was only after a few words that he knew the monk's name. Before he could interrogate him about anything else, Jia Muhe arrived.

"Patron Han, I'm an ascetic monk. I shouldn't have any enemies in the Western Frontier.

"You're probably the ones who lured people here to kill me."

The monk's head was shiny. He was dressed in monk robes and had a string of green prayer beads around his neck. He was less than 30 years old.

He spoke now with a calm expression.

Han Muye laughed and turned to look not far away. "Then ask who they're here to kill."

At some point, seven cultivators in gray robes had arrived.

The seven of them had cold expressions as they slowly approached with swords in their hands.

Han Muye pointed at Jia Muhe, who was standing in front of Lin Shen, and said loudly, "He said you're here to kill.

"Do you think they're here to kill me or this monk?"

Hearing his words, Jia Muhe opened his mouth and widened his eyes.

Can you still ask questions like that? he wondered.

The seven people on the other side did not answer at all and just walked forward.

The originally suppressed killing intent and spiritual light on the seven of them intertwined and transformed into a blood-colored pillar of light.

As soon as this pillar of light appeared, Jia Muhe, who was hundreds of feet away, felt his heart tighten and he could not breathe.

Earth Realm!

Each of these seven people was at the Earth Realm!

Seven Earth Realm experts had come to kill.

Jia Muhe knew that he had lost his gamble.

He thought that it would be an opportunity, but he didn't expect it to be suicide.

"Since we've met, I can help you.

"100,000 spiritual rocks for one life."

The monk looked at Han Muye and suddenly spoke.

Han Muye turned to look at him and asked curiously, "Aren't you cultivating diligently?"

The monk's expression did not change. "Even bitter cultivation requires spiritual rocks."

These words made Han Muye smile even more.

He pointed at himself. "Monk, do you think I have 100,000 spiritual rocks?"

Monk shrugged. "I can smell it."

Dog nose.

Han Muye laughed and turned to look at the seven people who were already 30 feet away.

"People of the Flower Folding Hall, did you collect 100,000 spiritual rocks for my life?"

The seven people did not respond at all. They took another step forward and flew up at the same time, then stabbed their swords forward.

Seven sword lights shone at the same time, turning into petals that wrapped around Han Muye.

The sword Qi transformed into a cold light that enveloped Han Muye's head with a terrifying halo.

Han Muye's expression did not change. The monk opposite him looked curious. Jia Muhe turned his head, and Lin Shen's hand had unknowingly reached for the hilt of his sword.

"Slash—"

A blood-colored petal suddenly flew diagonally and pierced the chest and abdomen of a gray-robed man.

The petals passed through his chest and abdomen and exploded into countless petals, surrounding the remaining figure.

When the petals dissipated, only one of the seven people who had attacked Han Muye was left.

"Senior Brother Han, how's my Flying Flower Sword Technique?"

The young man holding a broken sword looked up at Han Muye and chuckled.

Flying Flower Sword Technique, Broken Sword.

Back then, Han Muye had broken the sword in the young man's hand and knew that there was a Cloud Golden Lotus here.

Tang Yunhao.

It had only been a year since they last met, but Tang Yunhao's sword technique and cultivation had changed drastically.

"It's okay. It's getting interesting."

Han Muye sized up Tang Yunhao and nodded. "I already have the intention of picking leaves and flying flowers. The next level is when the flowers bloom and fall, and all things become swords."

Hearing Han Muye's words, Tang Yunhao's eyes flashed with surprise.

He put away the broken sword in his hand and bowed. "Thank you for your guidance.

"As expected of Senior Brother Han."

With that, he looked at the monk sitting opposite Han Muye, then at Lin Shen and Jia Muhe.

"Senior Brother Han, can we kill these people?"

When Tang Yunhao looked at him, Jia Muhe felt that his heart had stopped beating.

The killing intent in this gaze could penetrate the heart.

Lin Shen's expression did not change.

Monk pressed his palms together and muttered something under his breath.

Han Muye shook his head. "Let's not kill him."

Tang Yunhao nodded, walked forward, squatted down, and looked at Han Muye. "Senior Brother Han, you came here for the Cloud Golden Lotus, right?"

Han Muye thought that Tang Yunhao didn't know about this, but it seemed that he did.

Han Muye nodded.

In any case, Tang Yunhao wouldn't know why he knew about the golden lotus.

Tang Yunhao looked at the monk.

"This golden lotus was planted by my Xuankong Monastery's senior."

The monk pressed his palms together and spoke loudly.

Tang Yunhao glanced at him and turned to look at Han Muye. "Senior Brother Han, should we kill this monk?"

That made the Monk stiffen.

Han Muye laughed. "Good idea."

They did not manage to kill anyone. They moved away and sat around to drink.

After leaving the sword mark cliff, on a rocky beach in the lee of the wind, there was wine and meat on a large rock.

"Your monk's wine is really strong." Tang Yunhao grimaced after taking a sip.

The way he looked made Jia Muhe's arm freeze as he lifted his glass.

Lin Shen put down the empty cup and said calmly, "You can drink half a cup."

Jia Muhe looked at him gratefully and brought his glass closer, taking a small sip.

The wine burned down his throat like a flame, through his intestines and stomach.

A heat rose from the dantian.

His meridians seemed to have been burned through by the flames, and his muscles and bones had been refined.

After that, he was in a daze and could not hear Han Muye and the others clearly.

Seeing him like this, Tang Yunhao laughed, then looked at Han Muye. "Senior Brother Han, I only want a golden lotus seed."

Han Muye nodded and looked at the Monk.

Tang Yunhao also turned to look at him.

Monk was silent for a moment, then nodded. "I'll take one too."

Han Muye didn't refuse.

The opportunities in the world depended on everyone.

There was a saying that the opportunities in the cultivation world were endless. If one was too greedy, they would lose their opportunities.

On the other hand, there was always a chance.

Reaching an understanding, the four of them ate meat and drank wine, and began to talk.

After Tang Yunhao received Han Muye's guidance, his sword technique was completely different.

He was ruthless and killed many people who were chasing him.

One of them happened to be seen by someone from the Flying Flower Hall and recruited him.

He was not afraid of death when carrying out missions, and soon received the attention of the hall.

He also obtained more resources and his cultivation level increased rapidly.

"This time, the Flying Flower Hall accepted the mission to assassinate you, Senior Brother Han. They're here again, so I came." Tang Yunhao looked at Han Muye. "I know these people won't hurt Senior Brother Han. I just came along."

At this point, he shook his head and said, "When I get the Golden Lotus Seed, I'll leave the Flying Flower Hall. They won't be able to find me."

"Why are you leaving?" Han Muye looked at him.

Tang Yunhao was stunned. He stared at Han Muye. After a moment, he lowered his voice. "Senior Brother Han, do you want me to stay in the Flying Flower Hall?"