Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 209 Monk, Goodbye Tang Yunhao (23)

kill?

Who to kill?

Those young people were all at a loss.

The old man shook his head, with a sullen face, and led them away quickly.

After practicing for a long time, I know how to make my life long.

Walking through the hills, the old man breathed a sigh of relief.

A hundred years ago, he had seen a person with a falling flower mark slaughter a sect.

These people shot fiercely, leaving no one alive.

The old man himself was seriously injured at the time, and there was no spiritual energy fluctuation on his body, so he escaped the catastrophe.

He also got some opportunities that time.

"Third Grandfather, are they here to kill those two people you said had at least a cultivation level?" Behind the old man, the young man in a blue-gray military uniform asked in a low voice.

These words made the old man frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Jia Muhe, these powerful people's grievances fight, don't say that you are only at the third level of cultivation, even at the third level of foundation building, you are not qualified to participate."

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

If this Jia Muhe wasn't the most gifted among the younger generation of the Jia family, the old man would have already severely reprimanded him by now.

When the other young people heard the old man's words, some chuckled and shook their heads, and some reached out and pulled Jiamuhe's sleeve.

Jia Muhe did not retreat, but stared at the old man and lowered his voice: "Third Grandfather, tell me, could this also be a chance?"

Chance?

The old man first showed an angry look on his face, and then slowly turned into a deep moan.

"Third Grandpa, you go first, I'll go back."

As Jia Muhe said, he took off his outer robe and the long sword he was carrying.

"If I don't come back, you tell my parents that I went to the Great Sect to practice."

Jia Muhe turned his head to look at the other people beside him, and said with a grin, "I mean, I went to the Nine Profound Sword Gate."

After speaking, he rolled up his sleeves, followed the mountain path, and rushed into the forest in a few steps.

Seeing him leave, the other young people turned to look at the old man.

The old man was silent for a moment, then turned his head and left.

Maybe it's a chance, maybe it's also a death.

After all, young people like to fight and gamble.

The old man himself no longer does such unsteady things.

"Jiamuhe will not come back."

Walking ahead, the old man threw Jiamuhe's robe and long sword down the cliff.

"Go back and say that he encountered a monster and was attacked and killed."

Hearing his words, everyone was taken aback.

"Hmph, the Nine Profound Sword Gate, is it so easy to talk about?"

"It might be a blessing or a curse for my Jia family to be associated with these great sects."

After the old man finished speaking, he ran straight away.

A group of young people looked at each other and lowered their heads to follow.

...

The Jiamu River runs through the mountains and forests.

He remembered that Han Muye and Lin Shen were there to watch the sword mark.

It's just that the sword energy will hurt the body in that place.

At this time, he had already run with all his strength, regardless of whether he would be injured or not, but he arrived in front of the two cliffs in a short while.

A cold breath came towards him, making him gasp and almost vomited blood.

He is only at the third level of Peiyuan, and his body can't stop the erosion of sword energy.

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

there!

Isn't that the two you saw just now under the stone wall in front of you?

At this time, facing them, there was a man with a bald head and a robe sitting cross-legged.

Jia Muhe didn't care about other things, and rushed over quickly.

Han Muye and Lin Shen had already spotted Jia Muhe who was rushing towards him, seeing him blushing and rushing towards him.

Lin Shen stood up.

"You guys, my third grandpa said that someone is coming to kill you. I guess it might be that he is here to kill you." Jia Muhe gasped heavily and spoke loudly.

Lin Shen turned his head and looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye laughed, waved his hands and said, "We haven't offended anyone, so no one will kill us."

As he said that, he raised his head and looked towards the opposite side: "Master, your Buddhist inheritance is not in Xijiang. I'm afraid someone came to kill you?"

The bald man opposite Han Muye is a monk.

There is no Buddhist inheritance in Western Xinjiang.

Neither did Nanhuang.

When meeting this monk under the stone wall just now, Han Muye became interested and went forward to have a chat.

It was only after he said a few words that he realized that the monk's name was known, and Jia Muhe came before he could ask anything else.

"Han Benefactor, this little monk is an ascetic monk, and he should have no enemies in Western Xinjiang."

"It should be you who attract people to kill."

The monk's head is shining, he is wearing a monk's robe with a hundred knots, and a string of blue Buddhist beads is hung around his neck. He is not more than thirty years old.

Speaking at this time, his face was indifferent.

Han Muye laughed, turned his head to look not far away and said, "Then ask, who are they here to kill?"

At some point, seven practitioners in gray robes with restrained auras had arrived.

These seven people had cold faces, and they approached slowly with sword hilts in their hands.

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

"You said, are you here to kill me, or this monk?"

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

Can I still ask this question?

The seven people over there didn't answer at all, they just walked forward.

On the seven people, the originally suppressed killing intent and aura intertwined, turning into a blood-colored beam of light.

As soon as this beam of light appeared, Jiamuhe, who was tens of feet away, felt oppressed and couldn't breathe at all.

Situation!

Each of these seven people is a realm!

Seven strong men came to kill.

Jia Muhe knew that he lost the bet.

I thought it would be a chance, but I didn't expect it to be a death.

"When we meet again, I can help you."

"One hundred thousand spirit stones, one life."

Liao Monk looked at Han Muye, and suddenly said.

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

The monk's expression remained the same: "Real stones are needed for penance."

These words made Han Muye smile even more.

He pointed at himself: "Monk, which eye do you think I have a hundred thousand spirit stones?"

The monk shrugged his nose and said, "I smell it."

dog nose.

Han Muye smiled, and turned to look at the seven people who were three feet away.

"People from Zhehuatang, I don't know if you have received 100,000 spirit stones for my life?"

Those seven people didn't talk to each other at all. Taking another step forward, the seven people flew up at the same time, and then stabbed forward with their long swords.

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

The sword energy transformed into a cold light, covering the top of Han Muye's head with a terrifying halo.

Sitting upright, Han Muye's expression remained unchanged, while the monk facing him showed curiosity, Jia Muhe turned his head, and Lin Shen's hand climbed onto the hilt of his sword at some point.

"Stab—"

A bloody petal suddenly flew obliquely, piercing the chest and abdomen of a man in gray robe.

The petals passed through the chest and abdomen, exploded, turned into countless petals, and then surrounded the remaining figures.

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

"Senior brother Han, how is my Flying Flower sword skill?"

The young man with a broken sword in his hand looked up at Han Muye and smiled lightly.

Feihua swordsmanship, broken sword.

Back then, Han Muye broke the sword in the young man's hand, and knew from the sword that there was a Huayun Golden Lotus in this place.

Tang Yunhao.

It's only been more than a year since Tang Yunhao's swordsmanship and cultivation have changed drastically.

"It's okay, it's interesting."

Han Muye looked at Tang Yunhao, nodded and said, "The meaning of picking leaves and flying flowers is already there. The next level is flowers blooming and falling, everything turning into a sword."

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

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

"As expected of Senior Brother Han."

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

"Senior Brother Han, can these people be killed?"

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

The killing intent in this gaze can penetrate the heart.

Lin Shen's expression remained unchanged.

The monk clasped his hands together, muttering something in a low voice.

Han Muye shook his head: "It's better not to kill him."

Tang Yunhao nodded, walked forward, squatted down, and looked at Han Muye: "Senior Brother Han, you came here to transform clouds and golden lotus, right?"

Han Muye thought Tang Yunhao didn't know about this, but it seems that he still knew.

Han Muye nodded.

Anyway, Tang Yunhao wouldn't know why he knew about Jinlian.

Tang Yunhao set his sights on the monk.

"This golden lotus was planted by my Xuankong Temple senior."

The monk clasped his hands together and spoke loudly.

Tang Yunhao glanced at him, then turned to look at Han Muye: "Senior Brother Han, why don't you kill this monk?"

These words froze the monk's face.

Han Muye laughed loudly: "Good idea."

The murder was not successful, and the few people moved to sit around and drink wine.

Leaving Jianhen Cliff, on a leeward rocky beach, there was wine and meat placed on a big rock.

"You monk's wine is really strong." After taking a sip, Tang Yunhao grinned.

This appearance made Jia Muhe, who was holding the wine glass, freeze his arm.

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

Jia Muhe glanced at him gratefully, brought the wine glass closer, and took a small sip.

When the wine enters the throat, it burns like a flame, passing through the intestines and abdomen.

A dry heat rose from the dantian.

His meridians seemed to be completely burned by the flames, and his muscles and bones were tempered.

Afterwards, he became dazed and couldn't hear what Han Muye and the others were saying.

Seeing his appearance, Tang Yunhao laughed, and then looked at Han Muye: "Senior Brother Han, I just want a golden lotus seed."

Han Muye nodded and looked at the monk.

Tang Yunhao also turned to look at him.

The monk was silent for a while, nodded and said, "I want one too."

Han Muye did not refuse.

Opportunities in the world pay attention to individual opinion.

There is a saying that the opportunities in the world of practice are endless, if you are too greedy, the opportunities will be cut off instead.

Conversely, leave a line everywhere, and opportunities will continue.

A consensus was reached, the four ate meat and drank, and began to talk.

After Tang Yunhao received Han Muye's guidance, his swordsmanship was reborn.

He shot fiercely and killed many of those who chased him down.

One of them happened to be seen by someone from Zhehuatang, and he was recruited into Zhehuatang.

He was not afraid of life and death in carrying out the task, and he soon gained the respect of the court.

He also got more resources himself, and his cultivation improved rapidly.

"This time Zhehuatang has accepted the mission to assassinate Senior Brother Han, and I'm here again." Tang Yunhao looked at Han Muye: "I know these people won't hurt Senior Brother Han, so I just stopped by."

Speaking of this, he shook his head and said: "When I get the golden lotus seeds, I will leave Zhehuatang. They can't find me."

"Why did you leave?" Han Muye looked at him.

Tang Yunhao was taken aback, staring at Han Muye, and after a while, lowered his voice: "Senior Brother Han, do you want me to stay in Zhehuatang?"