Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 336 Wen Xiang (22)

"Mr. Qingteng!"

"Xu Wei!"

In front of the store, there was an exclamation.

At this time, standing on the edge of the avenue, his body was indifferent, his green robes were long sleeves, his hair was tucked, his short beard was neat, and he was a handsome middle-aged scribe, who was not the most elegant Qingteng in Confucianism and Taoism, Xu Wei?

Qingteng Xu said, the youngest master of Confucianism and Taoism, who is most likely to become the pinnacle of Confucianism and Taoism, but fell into the road of confusion at the height of its prosperity.

In the past hundred years, who in the imperial city has not regretted it?

The last time this person appeared in front of people was a hundred years ago.

At that time, Qingteng Xu Wei was already covered in ink, his hair was disheveled, and he had no grand master bearing.

But at this time, Xu Wei, who was standing in front of the store, was unable to look directly at him just standing there.

That class of Confucianism and Daoist masters of refinement and elegance really comes out through the body.

"Qingteng, I haven't seen each other for more than a hundred years..." Qin Suyang, a semi-sage of Confucianism and Taoism, sighed softly as he looked at Xu Wei who was just as handsome as he was in the past.

"Mr. Su Yang, it's been a long wait." Xu Wei cupped his hands and spoke softly.

This long wait, I don't know if it is in this store, or is it a waste of time for a hundred years?

Xu Wei stepped forward slowly, and the generals on both sides bowed solemnly.

Qingteng Xu said, not only has a refined literary name, but also led a million troops to destroy a world in the identity of Confucianism and Taoism, strategizing strategies, and winning a decisive victory thousands of miles away!

Although he has not been in the army for a long time, there are legends about him in the army!

"Mr. Xu, long time no see..." Xiao Lingshan raised his hand and said softly.

Xu Wei said with a long smile: "General Xiao, the style remains the same."

His eyes turned to Han Muye and Mu Wan, and the smile on his face was even better.

"Are you the shopkeeper?"

Looking at Han Muye, Xu Wei asked.

Han Muye nodded.

"Are you the lady boss?" Xu Wei turned to Mu Wan.

Mu Wan blushed and nodded lightly.

Xu Wei said very solemnly, "Whoever speaks between the two of you will be the one to speak?"

Han Muye looked at Mu Wan, who just happened to turn to look at him.

"What I say when I'm outside, she's what I say when I'm at home." Han Muye said loudly.

Xu Wei laughed.

"This is Mr. Qingteng?" The Taoist Changyun not far away turned to look at Bao Mingcheng and asked in a low voice.

Although it looks outstanding, it seems that there are not many elegant words in the conversation?

At this time, Bao Mingcheng had calmed down and nodded lightly.

"This is Mr. Qingteng."

His gaze shifted from Xu Wei to Han Muye, and then looked around.

"Mr. is easy-going and respects natural interest."

Daoist Changyun twitched the corners of his mouth, then nodded.

What is advocating natural interest?

He didn't understand, but he had to pretend to understand.

Otherwise, people will think that he reads less.

"Look, there are half-sages here today, there are great masters, and there are generals in charge of the army, but only Mr. Qingteng and the owner of the shop are at home."

"Saints are also human beings, and they should also have seven emotions and six desires."

"In those days, Mr. Qingteng fell into confusion because of love..."

Bao Mingcheng whispered softly, not knowing whether he was speaking to Daoist Changyun or himself.

Not far away, several carriages came slowly.

Xu Wei turned his head and said with a smile: "You have a good network, all of you can come."

Saying that, he took a step back and stood beside Xiao Lingshan.

Xiao Lingshan smiled and nodded, then turned his eyes to the front.

Over there, the carriage and horses stopped, and the old man who got off the carriage first was wearing a Confucian robe with a long wooden box under his arm.

"Yan Zhenqing, deputy head of the hospital!" Xiao Lingshan whispered.

Qin Suyang, who was standing at the door behind Han Muye, had a slight expression on his face, which happened to meet Yan Zhenqing who was looking up.

Yan Zhen grinned lightly.

Han Muye chuckled and nodded.

Old Yan.

The old Yan, who was not too serious in Lu Yuzhou's courtyard, turned out to be a semi-sage of Confucianism and Taoism, and the deputy head of the Imperial City Academy.

Behind him was Lu Yuzhou, who was wearing a white robe and looked quite solemn.

In the back, Zhang Xu and several old men, all in green robes, came slowly.

The two vice presidents of the Imperial City Academy, and several Confucian and Taoist masters are here to teach!

Living in the imperial city, I don't even know the people in the imperial city academy, but I also know their name!

The semi-holy words are really light, a monument of diligence, every word of life, and the ability to control a world is the foundation of its sanctification.

The semi-sage Lu Yuzhou entered the Profound Sky with one realm, and achieved the twenty prefectures and counties of the Profound Sky.

The great master Zhang Xu, it is said that the wild grass is alienated, and has reached the realm of writing flowers.

...

At the entrance of Danyuan Pavilion, Zuo Yulong shuddered and clenched his fists excitedly.

The only calm present was probably Shao Datian.

When he came to this group of old men, he felt that he could knock down most of them with one punch.

Among the several young people who received the carriages and horses, someone whispered and identified the identities of these imperial academies.

Bao Zhenyu on the side grinned and said, "Fortunately, I didn't go to the academy to study, or else I would have to kowtow to death in this scene?"

Turning his head, he saw his uncle staring at him not far away.

Obviously, the disrespectful expression on his own now made the uncle annoyed.

"Ivy."

"Xiao Xu..."

"Old Xu, you are not dead yet."

Standing there, Xu Wei stole Xiao Lingshan and Han Muye's limelight.

No way, his appearance is more shocking to the Confucian and Taoist people in the Imperial City Academy than the opening of a small shop.

Lu Yuzhou's eyes swirled around Han Muye and Xu Wei, grinning, not knowing what to say, but in the end he didn't say it, just handed a wooden box over.

Others followed suit.

Han Muye was not polite and reached out to take it.

Mu Wan also followed to receive the gift.

At the beginning, they had already figured it out, scooping up the wool of these Confucian and Taoist people.

The two smiled at each other.

At the entrance of the Danyuan Pavilion at this time, except for a few Confucian and Taoist semi-sages and the great master who whispered a few words, and then laughed a few times as if no one else was there, other people did not even dare to let out the air.

Even the onlookers quietly retreated.

As for the officials and the two team leaders, the deacon of the Medicine Division, they were already about ten miles away, right?

If you don't retreat ten miles away, how can you calm down the fear in your heart?

Seeing that no one came, Han Muye and Mu Wan stepped forward and took off the red silk on the plaque at the door.

"Old Huang's inscription?"

"Dear me, Lao Huang is being controlled by the head of the family. I haven't seen him write for more than a hundred years, right?"

"He grinds his big yellow court every day now, and it is estimated that he may fall into the same confusion as Xiao Xu."

"Don't say it, Lao Huang's words have really sublimated again."

Han Muye had long known that these Confucian and Taoist people were together like this, and he stepped forward to invite them into the store with a smile.

"Why, do you still want to sell us some medicinal pills?" Yan Zhen smiled lightly and walked into the store with Qin Suyang.

"Don't say anything about the deputy head of Yan, look at how these kinds of medicinal herbs are." Qin Suyang directly led Yan Zhenqing to the wooden frame, and stretched his finger to the top jade bottles.

"Blood Jade Immortal Spirit Pill?" Yan Zhen was stunned for a moment, then whispered, "Can you meet this pill too?"

Fourth-grade pills, or what the great cultivator needs, just put them in the store?

Such treasures, even in several major markets, should only have one or two in thirty or fifty years?

"Honey, I'll see if I can take this handwriting later." Yan Zhen muttered softly and turned to see another jade bottle.

"hiss--"

"Three-Rank Pill!"

With this exclamation, all the Confucian and Taoist people around who were attracted by the paintings and calligraphy on the wall turned around.

"Shen Shen Pill? Is there this elixir?" Yan Zhen looked at Qin Suyang lightly, and then at Tao Zhu beside him.

Dan Dao, these two are the ones who can speak.

"In the world of alchemy, who said it has to be in the past?" Tao Zhu's eyes fell on the jade bottle, and he chuckled: "Is it possible to have it here?"

Qin Suyang nodded and said, "I have studied with Grandmaster Tao Zhu just now. This medicinal pill is at least Grade 3."

At least.

There may be more than that.

Lu Yuzhou turned his head to look at Han Muye: "Brother, did you make this medicinal pill?"

Hearing his words, Han Muye shook his head and looked at Mu Wan beside him.

Mu Wan's face blushed.

She didn't speak.

You can't say that it was made by your senior brother and yourself, right?

Qin Suyang and Tao Zhu looked at each other in surprise.

They knew that Han Muye's alchemy cultivation was extremely profound.

But is this person also in the realm of the Great Master of the Alchemy Dao?

In the store, in addition to the third-grade and fourth-grade pills that can interest these big men, there are also many seventh- or eight-grade pills.

Some of those generals bought a fifth-grade pill and prepared to take it back.

Zuo Yulong and Zuo Yuting were busy packing the medicinal pills, and received the spirit stone at a 20% discount according to what Han Muye said.

Even Daoist Chang Luck also took out several kinds of sixth-grade pills.

"Storekeeper Mu, I don't know how to sell this Blood Jade Immortal Pill?" Tao Zhu looked at Mu Wan and asked.

He was in charge of the Imperial City's Pill Square, and knew exactly how many high-quality pills were circulating on the market.

Hearing Tao Zhu's question, Mu Wan turned her head to look at Han Muye.

"Haha, didn't my little friend say it earlier, he has the final say in business matters."

Xu Wei laughed and pointed at Tao Zhu: "Don't be rhetorical, there are still medicines on the market that you don't know the price of?"

After speaking, Xu Wei turned to look at Han Muye: "This guy is the most recognizable of money but not people. Don't hesitate to ask for a price, and slaughter it hard."

Tao Zhu stood there smiling, but did not refute.

Han Muye shook his head and said, "Senior, you can sit in the small courtyard for a while, and we will discuss in detail later."

This one is worth tens of millions of spirit stones, er precious medicinal pills, and it is true that they cannot be bought and sold immediately.

Tao Zhu nodded with a smile, looked around, and followed Zuo Yuting to the small courtyard.

Zheng Cheng, the general of the Imperial City Guards wearing a blood-colored battle armor, said in a low voice, "I am also somewhat interested in this medicine pill."

Saying that, he followed with big strides, and also went to the small courtyard.

Although the others also intentionally moved, they did not move.

"I don't know this magic pill..." Yan Zhen didn't finish his words, but saw Tao Zhu and Zheng Cheng walking out of the small courtyard with panicked faces.

"That, Mr. Mu, let's talk next time." Tao Zhu cupped his hands towards Han Muye, turned his head to give Qin Suyang a wink, and turned to leave.

What's the meaning?

"General Xiao, we have military affairs at our disposal. Let's go first." Zheng Cheng also grabbed the arms of several generals and pulled them out the door.

what's the situation?

Xiao Lingshan frowned, turned around and strode into the small courtyard.

It's just that he moves in faster and retreats faster.

Xiao Lingshan with a pale face looked at Han Muye, then shook his head and said in a low voice, "We'll talk about it next time."

Yan Zhenqing and Lu Yuzhou looked at each other, and a faint golden aura shook their bodies, and then a strange look appeared on their faces.

"Forget it, the dean is here, let's go."

Lu Yuzhou stretched out his hand and patted Han Muye's arm, lowering his voice, "Sir Wen is in the yard."

When Daoist Chang Luck settled the spirit stones at the counter, put the packed pills in the storage ring, and turned around, the crowded shop was already empty.

Even Mr. Qingteng and Xiao Lingshan are no longer there.

what's going on?

Just as he was about to speak out, Bao Mingcheng grabbed his sleeve and strode out the door.

At the door, Bao Zhenyu's group was also confused, why did these big men suddenly run away?

At this time, seeing Bao Mingcheng pulling the sleeves of Daoist Changyun, he thought he was going to take him, and they all surrounded him.

The two Taoists who came with the Taoist Changyun saw their Taoist priest being pulled, and thought they had committed a crime, their faces turned pale.

"Hurry up and go."

Bao Mingcheng pulled Daoist Changyun to the door of the nearby Nanhuang snack bar, sat down at the table, and shouted, "Brother Datian, bring me two drawers of buns."

Eating buns?

Daoist Changyun sat opposite Bao Mingcheng, his face full of doubts.

Bao Zhenyu and others stood around blankly.

Bao Mingcheng waited for the buns to arrive, picked up two of them and shoved them into his mouth, and after he choked down, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing everyone surrounding him, Bao Mingcheng shook his head, glanced at the plaque of Danyuan Pavilion, and picked up another bun.

"Wen Xiang is in the store."

After saying this, he stuffed the bun into his mouth again.

Daoist Changyun shuddered all over, stretched out his hand and took a bun and opened his mouth to bite, not even realizing that the splashed oil was all over the front of his clothes.

"Boss, give it to me, give me all the buns." Bao Zhenyu shivered with his hands and feet, and turned to look at his brothers, all with the same expressions.

I want to eat buns.

especially think.

In the Danyuan Pavilion, Zuo Yuting and Zuo Yulong walked out of the door blankly.

"Sister, have you seen Wen Xiang?"

Zuo Yulong looked at Zuo Yuting opposite.

Zuo Yuting nodded and shook his head again.

"I don't know, I just saw a white-robed scholar and a woman in a long pastel dress playing chess in a small courtyard."

Her eyes were a little blurry.

"That lady is so pretty..."

Zuo Yulong didn't know what to say for a while.

The text is quite face, only know that the lady is beautiful?

That's probably beautiful.

In the store, Mu Wan was a little nervous.

Fortunately, Han Muye stretched out his hand to hold her hand, led her, and walked into the small courtyard.

In the small courtyard, two figures sat opposite each other.

There is a chessboard on the stone table.

Bai Wuhen, who was wearing a pastel dress, held a black chess piece in his hand and gently landed on the chessboard.

The scholar who turned his back to Han Muye and Mu Wan raised his hand, and a white letter fell.

"Qingyu, your chess skills have really improved."

Clear voice.

"Wen Mosheng, your mind is useless here."

Bai Wuhen threw the pieces back in his hand, then stood up and looked at Han Muye and Mu Wan.

"You come to the imperial city, and don't come to play with me." Her eyes fell on Mu Wan, and she chuckled: "Senior Brother Han, is this your Taoist companion, Fairy Mu Wan?"

Han Muye nodded, still holding Mu Wan's hand.

Bai Wuhen took out a hairpin, pushed it gently, and landed it in front of Mu Wan.

"I have nothing to give, and this hairpin is not worth anything."

After she finished speaking, she looked down and said lightly, "Senior Brother Han is still a real man. Since he wants to become a Taoist partner, he will admit it generously."

The white-robed scholar who was sitting upright did not answer.

"Senior Brother Han, Mu Wan, come to my place to play when you have time." Bai Wuhen laughed, his body moved, and he left.

It was not until Bai Wuhen left that the scholar sitting in front of the stone table got up and turned around slowly.

Around forty, his eyebrows are straight and his eyes are full of light.

If outsiders see it, they must be regarded as a Confucian and Taoist practitioner who has practiced well.

But Han Muye could recognize at a glance that this was Wen Xiang, Wen Mosheng.

Or rather, his incarnation.

"You're very good." Wen Mosheng looked at Han Muye with his hands behind his back.

"Junior sister, go outside and have a look." Han Muye released his hand and patted Mu Wan's arm lightly.

Mu Wan gave him a worried look, then nodded and walked out of the courtyard.

Just as Mu Wan walked out of the small courtyard, the entire small courtyard was surging with aura, enveloped by the power of endless space.

The world in front of Han Muye turned into a void, wearing a blue-grey robe, with a simple and simple voice standing thousands of feet away.

"Let me see, you have a bit of Yuan Tian's kendo inheritance."

The voice fell, and behind Wen Mosheng, three hundred and sixty black and white chess pieces flickered into stars.

In his hand, he held a black chess piece, which kept flipping.

On Han Muye's body, the sword intent that had been silent for a long time rose into the sky.

Thirteen sword pellets flew out, and the illusory Zhou Tianjian formation emerged.

"I won't be disappointed in teaching Wen Xiang."

In Han Muye's voice, there was a coldness of sword intent.

"boom--"

A star fell directly.

Zhou Tian swordsmanship, point stars.

On the other side, a sword light quietly appeared behind Wen Mosheng.

Swordsmanship, hidden.

"After practicing for 100,000 years, I have forgotten what it feels like to be approached with a sword..."

Wen Mosheng whispered softly, flipping the black chess piece in his hand.

"boom--"

The sky is full of stars, suppressing the world.

All the sword lights were pressed in place, unable to move at all.

Not only was Han Muye not afraid, but he laughed out loud.

"Wen Wen's blind date today, isn't he just wanting to see my swordsmanship breaking through?"

"Then ask Wen Xiang to see how my sword goes!"

The voice fell, and the sword light rose.

With a three-foot long sword in hand, Han Muye flew up, and the sword light pierced Wen Mosheng's chest.

"Sword in hand."

At this moment, on top of Han Muye's head, an illusory long sword appeared and slashed in the air.

"The sword is in the heart."

I don't know when, Han Muye's figure was already standing by Wen Mosheng's side, and the short sword Ziyan in his hand gently swayed.

"Sword, murder weapon!"

"boom--"

The starlight in the sky dissipated, and in the small courtyard, the clouds were light and the wind was light.

Han Muye stood on the spot, opposite, there was a scratch on the left side of Wen Mosheng's white robe's big sleeves.

"Do you think Tianxuan should be broken or established?"

Wen Mosheng stared into Han Muye's eyes and spoke in a low voice.

Hearing his words, Han Muye shook his head and said lightly, "That's something you consider."

"I only want to kill people with a sword, and study to cultivate myself."

Wen Mo Sheng nodded and said softly, "I understand."

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand to the stone table behind him.

"The Zhou Tian sword formation has been destroyed, even Yuan Tian can't make up three hundred and sixty sword pills."

"I'll give you the chessboard this week."

After speaking, he moved and turned into nothingness.

Zhou Tian Chessboard?

Han Muye stepped forward, looked at the black and white chess pieces and the criss-crossed chessboard, and stretched out his hand.

His palm, pressed on the chessboard.

"Om-"

The aura vibrated, the sword qi surged, and Haoran qi surged, wrapping him and the chessboard.

A picture appeared in his mind.

"The world is a chess game, come, let's play the next game."

In his mind, the old man in green robe and white beard sat cross-legged.

The master of Wen Mosheng and Yuan Tianjianzun!

Han Muye looked at the black chess piece in his hand.

"Snapped--"

He reached out and pressed the chess piece on the chessboard Tianyuan.