Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

342. Mingjian Danlin Chongxiao Reincarnation (12 Chapter)

The wind is thousands of miles away, and the sky is moving!

“The wind is blowing, the clouds are flying, the Weijia Sea is returning to his hometown, and the warriors are guarding the Quartet! Who is it, who can have such a heroic mind? Could it be that the Tianxuan Royal Family is about to rejoice?” Yuyan Lake, on the tide viewing pavilion Someone stopped the ink pen and spoke softly.

Ordinary people may just discuss with each other in amazement, and tell everything they have seen, and they may not even have extra meals for dinner.

“I want a Mingjian Dan, how many Spirit Stones you say.”

He blends into one world, and takes Dongshan County as the Taoist domain. There are changes in the world, and he naturally senses it instantly.

After a while, it seemed as if nothing had happened just now.

Is it because the Shinto incense Conferred Gods reappears?

This silly boy from the Southern Wild Tiger clan.

But if there is no background behind him, and life is really difficult, it is better to leave the imperial city and go to another state.

The appearance of the dragon of luck today is a sign of great prosperity, or is there an unspeakable disaster?

In addition to heaven and earth, there is a magnificent and endless world!

“Go to Yunjin Xianzhou.”

Zuo Yulong was familiar with the Medicine Pill sold in the store, but he had never seen this Medicine Pill.

Many neighbors and villagers know what happened yesterday, and they are even more sympathetic to Cuicui and Shao Datian, the difficult couple.

After all, a Jianxiu with a long sword on his back is standing there, and everyone around him will quietly stay away.

“Lin Chongxiao?”

Han Muye looked up, and when she saw Mu Wan’s expression, she knew what she was thinking.

She gently wrapped her arms around Han Muye’s neck and approached slowly.

“I’m also stupid. Such a young man should take him to spend time on a flower boat and put it in the imperial city. It’s really going to happen.”

Looking up, Yun Duan looked at the sky, where there seemed to be a pair of eyes looking at him.

The long-bearded old man’s eyes swept around, his expression solemn.

This Bi Wuhe is clearly a poor guy who doesn’t have Spirit Stones to pay his bills.

Hearing Han Muye’s words, the black-robed Jianxiu, who was originally indifferent, showed a hint of joy and turned to look at Han Muye who was approaching.

“Your last name?” Stopping the pen, Han Muye looked up and asked.

Fortunately, Han Muye made her memorize it, and she didn’t break it after half a sentence.

After reading the whole poem, Yun Duan could feel the ease in his body, and there was an indescribable power surging in his body.

…

She never thought that she would just recite the poems of that guy, causing the world to shake.

After the old man finished speaking, he moved and disappeared in the same place.

Outside the city, on a small boat of thirty feet, Xu Wei, who was sitting beside the small table, stopped writing.

This disappointed Shao Datian, but he still agreed to stay with Cuicui at home.

His words made Mu Wan stunned for a moment, then laughed.

gods.

Bi Wuhe took it, glanced at it, folded it up, tucked it into his arms and left.

This sword has already achieved its own spirituality. Although it is only a spiritual tool, it is also a rare treasure.

“Andre warrior Xi guards the Quartet, my royal family finally has a real person who can control the luck of the world…”

“Remember, after today, keep the mountain gate and don’t care about Xianyue Lake.”

Many people are the family members and juniors of these newly conferred gods. At this time, they are all happy when they see the remnants of their ancestors become gods.

That’s not what people at their level can think.

Sword repair?

Three inches of cloves, the victory is countless in the world.

In the Imperial City Academy, Lu Yuzhou, who was originally transplanting potted plants in the small courtyard, looked up at the sky and frowned.

When the poem was read out, she was completely frightened.

The still strong Cuicui’s eyes turned red again for a while.

Although the Imperial City Academy is a firm supporter of Wen Xiang, it also supports the imperial power.

The Dragon of Fortune in the Profound Sky World is connected with Heavenly Dao, with the luck of Confucianism and Taoism, and with the voice of Wen Xiangwen and Mosheng.

…

The dragon of luck above the sky slowly disappeared, and the world that had been knocked out returned to its original state.

A smile appeared on Han Muye’s face.

Those practitioners all looked dazed and frightened.

After seeing the Ninth Stage world of Xianyuan World, who would be interested in the control of the Tianxuan world?

With a chuckle, a faint strand of Sword Qi in his palm penetrated into the body of the sword.

“Yes.” The old man raised his long whip and led the carriage to the river.

In the view of the moon, by the Xianyue Lake, the gods of mountains and water returned to their places, and the aura dissipated.

Or, is it because of the Alchemy method that has spread all over the world?

Mingjiandan?

While breathing, a warm little hand led Han Muye’s big hand into the front of his shirt.

It was not until he walked out of the manor that Yun Duan, whose face was taut, slumped his shoulders, let out a long breath, and stuck out his tongue lightly.

It’s just that Wen Xiang also seems to have a mind to change, which can be seen from Guanjiangkou Conferred Gods.

“Don’t act rashly.”

“Let’s go, enter the palace, the position of the prince should be settled.”

Outside the imperial city, the Yongding River gathers the large and small rivers of the imperial city into one, and the merchant ships are densely covered with painted boats.

Confucianism and Taoism practitioners are usually similar to ordinary people, and they can make ordinary people close.

The outer world, the dragon of luck, the new method of elixir that has spread all over the world, the song of the great wind that bombards the heavens and the earth, the incense of the golden light rushing into the sky, the way to become a god.

“Healing Artist”

“Then junior sister, you have to study hard, come back every day and teach me again.” Han Muye stretched out his hand and gently held Mu Wan’s hand.

Rubbing his hands together, Lu Yuzhou walked to the small courtyard next to him, which was really light.

Guanjiangkou Preferred Gods, the Taoist gates of the eight counties in the southeast have lost their voices, can the Taoist gates of Qinghe be better than the Taoist gates of the eight counties?

Text phase, text ink sound.

But everyone knew that they had just seen a scene that they will never forget in their entire life.

“It’s a big deal, someday I’ll change into the shameless women’s clothes on the Immortal boat…”

Talking with Cuicui in the afternoon, Mu Wan knew the difficulties of the young couple.

Now they have to swallow it up, who wants to?

The others looked at each other, shook their heads, and left.

When Han Muye and the others returned to the Danyuan Pavilion, Mu Wan had already returned.

“A bright sword pill can give birth to a Sword intent. This pill is not easy to refine.”

“Om-”

Those Powers who suppressed the imperial city, those who really stood at the top of the world, all had complicated expressions on their faces.

Han Muye nodded and passed the document in his hand.

When he came out of Mu Wan’s room, Han Muye looked at the full moon in the sky with a wry smile on his face.

“Om-”

The other people also looked extremely ugly.

The people at the mountain gate of Qinghe Daomen slowly dispersed, and Han Muye led Shao Datian and Cuicui back to the store. Bao Mingcheng and Changyun Daoist declined the invitation of Han Muye and Shao Daotian and left together.

If not, can he help him to conceive an heir?

Sitting in the carriage, Yun Duan clenched his fists and looked down at the little table in front of him.

The name is a light novel, if you like it, you can try it

Looking at each other, Mu Wan blushed, slowly got up, and sat down in Han Muye’s arms.

In fact, if Wen Mosheng hadn’t personally visited Danyuange Courtyard and left behind the chess piece with the power of inheritance, Han Muye would never have left an imperial poem today and conferred Gods at Xianyue Lake.

I’m afraid this is illegal, right?

Above the sky, the endless cloud waves were shaken apart, and the golden aura that had spread over the imperial city for tens of thousands of years was knocked away, revealing the starry sky shimmering in the gloom.

This newly recognized relative can really take care of this, making Han Muye happy.

He is a Gold Core swordsman, and he earns Spirit Stones by taking missions.

So they don’t know whether what they see and hear today is good or bad.

Before he finished speaking, the black-robed Jianxiu whispered again: “Is there a Mingjian Pill?”

“The price in Sanyuanjiancaofang City is one million Spirit Stones, and other auxiliary medicines are about 300,000. According to the rules, one pot of pills and two pots of spiritual medicine, the cost is about 2.6 million.”

They know more.

Not only Mu Wan, but also Han Muye’s Alchemy foundation is extremely weak.

The surrounding people hurriedly knelt down and bowed.

They are all human beings, and through Shao Datian’s favor, getting to know Han Muye has already got his wish.

Behind him, the strength of several strong people turned.

“Boss Baili said that my foundation was good, but the Alchemy I learned in Xijiang was too complicated.”

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In the center of the imperial city, there is a white-haired old man whispering to the sky.

There seemed to be pages full of poems written in front of her.

By coincidence, many figures in the imperial city went to the palace.

Other Devil Dao, sword cultivators, and some monsters all consciously go to that remote place, or occupy their own mountain gates, and rarely appear in front of mortals.

Seeing so many Spirit Stones, Cuicui was both angry and distressed.

Mu Wan accompanied Cuicui and talked for a long time in the backyard. Shao Datian suffered a lot today. In the evening, Han Muye asked Shao Datian not to go to Xianyue Lake again.

The buns in the store were sold out in less than half an hour.

Because of the dark wound on his dao companion, he still has two children to take care of.

This made Cuicui and Shao Datian smile more.

Yun Duan’s voice revealed a faint majesty.

Hearing his words, a gray-haired old man gritted his teeth and said, “Sect Master, can this matter be spared today?”

All the people kneeled and worshiped, and the light of incense and incense gathered, covering Xianyue Lake.

At this moment, countless people in the imperial city looked up with shock on their faces.

It’s just that Bi Wuhe did not leave the imperial city, but lived in a rather dilapidated urban area in the lower city.

The sword vibrated softly, and pictures appeared in Han Muye’s mind.

Watching Bi Wuhe walk out of the store, a strange color appeared on Zuo Yulong’s face.

“Bi Wuhe.” The black-robed Jianxiu raised his hand, took off the long sword on his back, and placed it on the counter.

These sword cultivators are like this, no wonder the people in the city don’t like it.

“Why does my brother like to do things?”

Why was the power that belonged to Sect’s control suddenly away?

Especially on Guanyue Mountain, several tyrannical breaths rose, and then watch carefully.

Not to mention, there are quite a few, there are actually more than 300 Spirit Stones.

The long-bearded old man had a solemn expression on his face, and said in a low voice, “If you can say a word to the Conferred Gods, Tianxuan has only heard of the one from Guanjiangkou.”

In the imperial city, immortals and mortals live together, but there are still more mortals.

“It’s just, if I can really become a hero, can I see Su Yun again…”

Long sword as a deposit?

The crisp wind song resounded through the emptiness of the imperial city, causing the dragon of luck to roar in the sky in an instant.

Since then, her luck will be closely related to Zhongzhou Heavenly Dao and the Tianxuan Dynasty.

Brother is not angry.

Luck Dragon?

“Are you the shopkeeper?”

Going to see others again, she will be empowered by the power of Heavenly Dao.

Speaking of this matter, Cuicui scolded Shao Datian for being stupid, and asked Shao Datian to take out all the private money.

As for getting closer, they are self-aware.

On Guanyue Mountain, a long-bearded old man stared at Han Muye in front of the square.

The chessboard has been set, so naturally it’s time to move!

Han Muye walked to the counter and wrote a slip with a brush in his hand.

Otherwise, the power of Heavenly Dao would backlash, and she would probably lose her skin even if she didn’t die.

When she looked down at the elites of the same generation just now, she only felt that these people were ordinary, and they no longer had the same fears as before.

Maybe someone in the world will know?

“The thirteen big rivers outside the imperial city converge to form this Yongding River. After I die, if I can, I can be a river god.”

At this time, the royal family’s Heavenly Realm powerhouse did not dare to look directly at Yun Duan.

At this time, I was overjoyed to hear such a magnificent imperial poem.

Even the uncle who held the banquet did not dare to look into his eyes.

The Medicine Pill Division’s alchemy technique was left by Han Muye, the Conferred Gods by Xianyue Lake was done by him, and the Dafeng Song was written by him.

This is an unfamiliar term.

What Han Muye did today was just to promote the general trend of the Profound Sky.

“If it doesn’t work, I will block the blood of the fetus.” A golden light flashed in Han Muye’s eyes.

When the appearance of the two four or five-year-old children appeared in the picture, Han Muye was shocked.

“Guest officer wants to buy Medicine Pill?” Zuo Yulong greeted the sword repairer into the store with a smile, and then pointed to the wooden frame: “Although there are not many varieties of Medicine Pill in my Danyuan Pavilion, they are all of high quality, and the guest officer can— ”

This is the favor of Heavenly Dao.

In front of him, there are pavilions and pavilions on the table, and beautiful people are graceful.

Zuo Yulong turned to look at his shopkeeper.

“In the future, we will also have a backer in the imperial city.”

“There are so many imperial poems, enough.”

But these once-familiar characters turned into gods, guarding the mountains and rivers, and making the people feel more peaceful.

Han Muye did not refuse.

Looking at Han Muye, Mu Wan spoke softly.

Living in the imperial city for a long time, they have long been accustomed to being superior.

There was a smile on his face.

He told Shao Datian that there are water gods and gods in Xianyue Lake now, and he can’t catch fish even if he wants to.

Early the next morning, people lined up to buy steamed buns in front of the Nanhuang Snack Bar.

Bowing his head forward, the old man standing in front of the carriage hurriedly bowed down.

“Excuse me, is there any Mingjian Dan here?” A voice sounded at the door.

No, it’s a sword cultivator who doesn’t lack money.

“If possible, I hope to refine two Mingjian Pills.” After Bi Wuhe finished speaking, he cupped his hands and said, “I will come in ten days.”

Mu Wan’s face turned red, but she didn’t earn any money.

Recently, Yunjin Xianzhou stayed on the Yongding River outside the imperial city.

It’s just that no one would have thought that these three things related to the fate of the Profound Sky World are actually related to the same person!

Many of the teachings of the Imperial City Academy, the great Confucian scholars, are the kind of people who pay great attention to the orthodoxy.

“Young man, are you really so energetic?”

Han Muye nodded and said with a chuckle: “So, my junior sister also has roots.”

Mu Wan’s expression changed slightly.

His eyes fell on the quietly flowing river in front of him, Xu Wei seemed to be able to see through the bottom of the river.

Daomen fireworks are lingering, and they live in the mountain gate, and they will not provoke mortal disgust.

Seeing Han Muye and the others returning, Mu Wan hurriedly stepped forward and held Cuicui’s hand.

Zuo Yulong hurriedly went to receive him, and saw a thin sword-carrying man in a black martial robe with a tired face.

Maybe, one day, I will be like Cuicui, and I will die to have this child…

Shao Datian desperately earns more Spirit Stones in the hope that she will not be hurt when Cui Cui is pregnant.

“Senior brother, Baili said, I may be a descendant of the bloodline of her fallen senior sister.”

This only stirs half of the feeling every time, and it really doesn’t go up or down. Later, I have to go to the bottom of Xianyue Lake to reduce the dryness.

This Heyue sword was the only valuable item on Bi Wuhe’s body.

“She asked me to go to the Medicine Pill Division every other day, and she personally instructed me to practice Alchemy.”

The great cultivator is extremely sensitive to changes in the forces of heaven and earth.

Now his kendo Cultivation Base has long been fine-tuned, the sword threads are in strands, and the sword’s body will not directly destroy the spirituality in the sword.

“The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying. It’s a sentence that is really the heroic emperor of the world.” In the Imperial City Academy, a white-bearded old man stood up and shouted up to the sky.

There are a lot of Kendo Sects in the Imperial City, but these Sects are generally assigned to the Imperial City, or the main industry is outside the Imperial City, and they are rarely purchased in the city.

“It’s not easy to make a pill. The total price is 3 million Spirit Stones. You can pick it up after ten days and pay a deposit of 1.5 million.”

“Spirit Stones didn’t bring that much, I’ll put this saber with you as a deposit.”

With so many major events happening in the imperial city, she naturally had to hurry back to the Danyuan Pavilion.

At this moment, in a manor outside the imperial city, Yun Duan, who was standing beside the long desk, slowly turned around and glanced at the dozens of royal elites of the same generation who were sitting on the ground in front of him. Turn around and leave.

“Let’s see if we can develop the Blood Vein Medicine Pill first.”

The power of the blood of his senior brother is combined with the divine beast, and it can naturally ban the blood of other demon races.

“Senior brother, Cuicui is pregnant, can the bloodline Medicine Pill be done?” Mu Wan looked at Han Muye and asked softly.

Today, Baili Xinglin went to find Mu Wan. In addition to frankly telling her her identity, she also learned about Mu Wan’s Alchemy Cultivation Base and knowledge, and also tested her pill refining methods.

Or is it because of the wind song of Naweijia returning to his hometown?

Sword cultivators in the imperial city have a lot of rich industries.

“We cannot deal with such great cultivators of Confucianism and Taoism.”

It’s just that compared with the voice of Wen Mo, who dominates the world, Lu Yuzhou, who only has one county in the Dao Territory, can’t deduce the direction of this kind of change in the world, and he can’t judge whether the final direction is good or bad.

But can his own bloodline power be banned?

“Old Yan, do you want to drink flower wine?”

The feeling of being intercepted and stripped of the Dao of Heaven and Earth for dozens of miles is really uncomfortable.

“The gods of mountains and rivers, the incense of humanity, these major events in the world, not my little Qinghe Daomen can be contaminated.”

Zuo Yulong is on duty today at Danyuan Pavilion. He came early to arrange the Medicine Pill on the wooden shelf, and then took a duster to carefully dust the paintings and calligraphy around.

“boom–”

After hesitating for a while, he put down his hoe and walked outside the small courtyard.

Moreover, for a while, no one knew why the long dragon of luck appeared.

This is what Shao Datian quietly went to Xianyue Lake to catch fish at night.

She never thought to hide anything from her senior brother.

He is not interested in challenging Wen Mosheng.

He just shook his head when he heard Han Muye’s voice behind him: “Mingjian Pill, with Sword Qi as the bone and Sanyuan Sword Grass as the main medicine, the Medicine Pill refined contains Sword intent.”

This feeling is really fun.

“Conferred Gods?”

The old man bowed his head, with a look of unstoppable joy on his face.

Gently resisted.

Han Muye’s eyes fell on the long sword on the counter in front of him, and he raised his hand to hold the hilt.

“Cultivation in the world is really wonderful.”

He likes the straight sword repair.

In the courtyard, Mu Wan and Han Muye sat opposite each other.

Just let it go, what is the face of Qinghe Daomen?

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