NOVEL NEXT Chapter 1
1. The Swordsman Of The Sword Pavilion With Full Comprehension
Heavenly Profound World.
Western Xinjiang.
Jiuxuan Mountain.
Outside the gate of Jiuxuan Jianmen Mountain.
“I’m very savvy, senior, give me a chance!”
On the Qingbaiyu Square, Han Muye grabbed the Qingpao Daoist’s arm in front of him and whispered.
Hearing his words, Daoist flicked his sleeves, swept his eyes around, and sneered: “You can see, who doesn’t say that he has excellent understanding here.”
Han Muye turned his head, and all he saw were cold eyes and mocking expressions.
Jiuxuan Jianmen is one of the nine factions in the Western Xinjiang. Who does not have confidence in their own aptitude and understanding when they come to Jiuxuan Mountain to apprentice?
Han Muye really wanted to cry without tears.
His comprehension is really high.
The welfare of crossing from the earth to this world is full of comprehension.
But in the training aptitude test just now, he was rated as the most inferior ninth-grade aptitude.
Ninth-Rank Qualifications, also known as Spiritual Roots, are hopeless after a hundred years of practice.
No matter how good the comprehension, coupled with Chai waste’s cultivation qualifications, is still Chai waste.
So he was ruthlessly eliminated by Jiu Xuan Jianmen.
The Profound Sky World is a world of cultivation, and mortals who cannot cultivate are ants.
Ants can’t be seen by the strong.
At this time, in the Qingbaiyu Square, no one gave Han Muye another look.
The sun rises from the beginning to the sky, and then to the west.
There are fewer and fewer people on the Qingbaiyu Square.
If you have enough qualifications, you will happily step into the mountain gate.
If the qualifications are not good, they will go down the mountain early while the sky is light.
In this life, the dream of practice has been cut off.
Looking at the shining mountain gate ahead, Han Muye clenched his fists tightly.
He just wants a chance.
An opportunity to practice.
As long as he can worship in the practice Sect, with his full-level comprehension, he can definitely soar to the sky.
In order to be able to worship the Nine Profound Sword Gate, he waited here for half a year.
However, all hope is now in vain.
Turn around to go to another Sect?
Nine-Rank Qualifications that Jiu Xuan Sword Sect does not accept, other Sects will not accept either.
And the other recent practice Sect that he likes is also thousands of miles away. Han Muye doesn’t feel that he has no Cultivation Base and can live to the next Sect.
Looking at the blue and white jade square, Han Muye’s eyes suddenly lit up, he stepped forward a few steps, and lifted a large mahogany chair.
The chair was so heavy that it made him grin.
However, he still tried his best to move towards the mountain gate.
Beside him, there are several people in gray robes, who are moving the tables and chairs that were placed when recruiting disciples.
“Snapped–”
Han Muye just moved to the front of the mountain gate, and a big hand clapped on the large chair he was carrying.
The large chair fell to the ground, and Han Muye stumbled.
“Kid, do you know? Without this robe, you don’t even have the qualifications to move a chair.”
An eight-foot tall man as strong as a calf sneered and pointed to the gray robe on his body, then stretched out a hand to grab the chair that Han Muye had moved, turned and strode toward the mountain gate.
Bah, a handyman doing rough work is a lot.
Don’t say, at this time, it’s really amazing.
Han Muye hurried forward and grabbed the leg of the chair.
The big man turned his head with a fierce look in his eyes: “Boy, make trouble again—”
His words were blocked by the flash of light in Han Muye’s palm.
That’s half a piece of Spirit Stones.
Spirit Stones, a common hard currency among practitioners in the Xuanxuan world, necessary for practice shopping, home travel, and fights.
The cultivation world pays attention to the four essential elements. Wealth, law, land, and wealth are the first.
Han Muye winked at the big man.
The big man looked around and nodded slightly. The two of them pulled a large chair and walked to the corner of the mountain gate.
“This Dage, I just want to go to the Nine Profound Sword Sect.” Always make up a reason why he must stay.
Han Muye handed over half of the Spirit Stones in his hand, and said in a low voice, “I offended the enemy, they are blocking me at the foot of the mountain now, and I will die if I go down.”
In the Profound Sky World, there is a place where the king’s law is taught, but it is not in the Western Border.
In the Western Xinjiang, a hard fist is the king’s law.
There are many things that offend people and beat them to death.
The big man nodded and reached out to grab the half of the Spirit Stones that Han Muye handed over.
“Um?”
The big man looked up and looked at Han Muye who was holding Spirit Stones tightly.
Han Muye nodded with a smile.
“Um.”
Daddy’s half a piece of Spirit Stones was earned by setting up a stall at the foot of the mountain, playing juggling, and playing for half a year. How could he hand it over so easily?
In the past life, he made many friends who gave money and did nothing, and now Han Muye does not see the rabbit but not the eagle.
The big man looked at the half piece of Spirit Stones that Han Muye couldn’t hold or pull out, pondered for a while, and said in a low voice, “You just need to enter the Nine Profound Sword Gate, right?”
Han Muye nodded quickly.
He didn’t expect the rough guy in front of him to help him much.
You can enter the mountain gate.
As long as you go in, with your own understanding, even if you rub hard, you can also rub some water out.
“That’s right, there’s a sword watcher missing from the sword pavilion, I’ll lead you there.”
The sword pavilion?
The name sounds so good!
Sword watcher?
What the hell is this?
Following the big man named Lu Gao carrying the large chair, Han Muye finally got what he wanted and stepped into the mountain gate of Jiu Xuan Sword Gate.
Taking a deep breath, Han Muye seemed to feel the rich Spiritual Qi running through his chest, abdomen, heart and lungs.
“This is what Spiritual Qi tastes like…”
He squinted slightly, imagining the Spiritual Qi traveling among his own Meridians.
“Come on, there is only Spiritual Qi in the back mountain secret area on Jiuxuan Mountain. You take a sip, it’s the same as down the mountain.”
“Besides, don’t say you useless Spiritual Roots, even the Spiritual Roots above the first rank, I’m afraid you won’t be able to smell Spiritual Qi.”
Lu Gao’s words interrupted Han Muye’s excitement.
Putting the big chair in the warehouse, Lu Gao led Han Muye along the mountain road to a pavilion not far away.
Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the pavilion seemed to be enveloped in a layer of golden light.
Across the distance, Lu Gao stopped.
“Hey, this is the sword pavilion. You go to the door to find a man named Huang Laoliu, and he will arrange for you to be a sword watcher.”
Lu Gao said, and stretched out his hand again.
Han Muye handed him half a piece of Spirit Stones, then cupped his hands and said, “Lu Dage is a good man. I’ll settle down in a few days. Please have a drink.”
Lu Gao grinned: “Go, go.”
Han Muye strode towards the sword pavilion.
Behind him, Lu Gao brought half a piece of Spirit Stones to his mouth and took a bite, then rubbed his face twice.
“Good people? Can good people live long?”
“Boy, next time you drink, I’m afraid it will be your soul-breaking wine.”
While muttering a few words, Lu Gao took the Spirit Stones into his arms, turned around and left, as if he didn’t want to take another look at Jiange.
Han Muye was already standing outside the sword pavilion at this time.
Looking up, the four-story high-rise building is rare and majestic.
And it was so close that the sword pavilion seemed to exude a hint of coolness, making people shiver without realizing it.
“Close the pavilion at sunset, the rules of the sword pavilion, the essentials are to come to Jian tomorrow.”
Han Muye hadn’t set foot on the nine-story stone steps in front of the attic, and an old voice could be heard from the closed door.
Is this Huang Laoliu?
Standing outside the pavilion, Han Muye cupped fist and said, “Senior, I was arranged by the Zayedang to be a sword watcher.”
The voice fell, and the pavilion door opened with a ‘squeak”.
An old man with gray hair and a wrinkled and shriveled face looked at Han Muye, looked up and down, and then said with hanging eyes: “Jiange hides a hundred thousand swords, Sword Qi hurts people in all directions.”
“Without Cultivation Base, I can’t live here for a year.”
“Are you here to die?”