Chapter 55

Rules.

Han Muye nodded.

Huang Laoliu, despite the strong emotional impact of reuniting with his first love, still knew to uphold the rules of the Sword Pavilion. It seemed he hadn't been completely blinded by love.

There was still hope.

"Zhenxiong has already told me. The Sword Pavilion is a crucial place for your Nine Profound Sword Sect."

"Zhenxiong has the trust of the sect and is in charge of this place, so he certainly can't break the rules."

Lu Qingping spoke up beside him.

In charge?

Han Muye raised his eyes to look at Huang Laoliu.

Huang Laoliu blinked.

Brother Six, you're really blowing your own horn.

"Junior Sister Lu, you cannot enter the Sword Pavilion, but Senior Brother Han has considerable expertise in selecting swords and sword cultivation. You can go to the market tomorrow to buy a sword, and he can accompany you."

"Tomorrow, I and the elders of the pavilion will be discussing matters, so I won't be able to accompany you."

Huang Laoliu turned around, avoiding Lu Qingping's gaze, and said lightly.

He looked at Han Muye, his eyes pleading.

Lu Qingping nodded and said to Han Muye, "Then I'll trouble you, Junior Brother Han."

Accompany Lu Qingping to buy a sword?

Han Muye's heart stirred.

Not bad.

This way, he would have the chance to touch the sword in Lu Qingping's hand and investigate whether she had any ulterior motives in approaching Huang Laoliu.

Although he didn't want to shatter Huang Laoliu's dream of reuniting with his first love, if Lu Qingping had other intentions, Han Muye wouldn't stand idly by.

"Senior Sister Lu, you're too polite. If it weren't for Senior Brother's busy schedule, his discernment would be a hundred times better than mine." Han Muye nodded and clasped his hands. "I'll wait for you at the mountain gate tomorrow."

The market open to the public outside the sword sect doesn't have good swords. To select a good sword, one needs to go to the market two hundred miles down the mountain.

Lu Qingping nodded, then looked at Huang Laoliu and said softly, "Brother Zhenxiong, I'll go back first."

Huang Laoliu grinned, but remembering his missing front tooth, he quickly closed his mouth.

He stood on the stone steps, watching Lu Qingping disappear down the mountain path for a long time, still gazing.

"Brother Six, you're almost turning into a stone waiting for your wife."

Han Muye, who had already walked around the Sword Pavilion and sat behind the long table, laughed and said.

Huang Laoliu's face turned red, and he turned to walk into the Sword Pavilion.

He approached Han Muye, who was sitting in a large chair, and muttered, "Thanks for helping me cover up the lie today, Brother Han."

In front of Lu Qingping, Han Muye had given him plenty of face and even helped him cover up his exaggerations.

In charge of the Sword Pavilion?

Let the bull fly for a while.

Huang Laoliu reached up to rub his sparse hair and whispered, "I've dated quite a few, but in front of Sister Ping, I just get nervous."

"I can't help but want to elevate my status."

"I just want to be a little more worthy of her."

Huang Laoliu lowered his head, a hint of melancholy on his face.

Out of ten people who enter the Sword Pavilion to observe swords, nine die. Even though the salary and benefits are comparable to those of inner disciples, not even the miscellaneous servants are willing to become sword observers in the Sword Pavilion.

The spirit stones as salary can be earned, but not spent.

A sword observer in the Sword Pavilion, constantly invaded by sword qi, with a withered body, has no qualifications to match an inner disciple of the Qingfeng Sect.

Han Muye wanted to comfort Huang Laoliu but thought better of it and didn't speak.

Huang Laoliu knew everything about himself.

This current enthusiasm was just the result of reuniting with Lu Qingping.

After some time, especially after the Nine Profound Sword Sect's gathering ends and Lu Qingping leaves, this matter will be forgotten.

Moreover, the Qingfeng Sect has betrayed the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

This is a doomed relationship.

Han Muye shook his head slightly, raised his eyes, and saw Lu Gao, with his arms full of lunch boxes, poking his head out of the door, looking around.

"Huh, where's Sister Six?"

"I specially got the soft meat, guaranteed to be easy for Brother Six to eat."

Lu Gao whispered regretfully.

Huang Laoliu turned his head, glaring and gritting his teeth, "I want to eat bones."

Han Muye almost fell off the large chair from laughing.

The three sat around a small wooden table at the door. Huang Laoliu had a good appetite and focused on the soft meat, while Lu Gao whispered about some news he had heard in the dining hall.

"Recently, many sects have come, mostly arranged to eat with the outer disciples in the outer dining hall."

"Many of them have complaints."

Lu Gao put it mildly.

To come to the gathering and only be treated like outer disciples, it would be a miracle if they didn't curse.

But why would the Nine Profound Sword Sect treat them so poorly if they invited them?

"Hmph, what's wrong with eating and living with the outer disciples?"

Huang Laoliu finally had a free mouth and coldly snorted, "The Nine Profound Sword Sect is one of the nine sects of the Western Border. Not making them pay for their own expenses is already giving them face."

"Cough, Brother Six, they are paying for themselves." Lu Gao coughed lightly.

Paying for themselves and only being treated like outer disciples.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes slightly.

It seems this gathering is not a good one.

"The last time the Nine Profound Sword Sect intimidated the four directions was twelve years ago in the battle of the Fiend Valley."

"It looks like the sword sect is planning something."

Huang Laoliu shook his head and reached for the soft meat again.

"We're probably going to be busy soon."

"Before long, a batch of swords will be returned."

Swords returned?

Han Muye was taken aback but quickly understood.

Not because disciples have fallen and their swords are returned.

It's because of the destruction of enemies, and the captured swords are being returned to the Sword Pavilion.

The sword sect is planning to make an example of the Three Qin Sword Sects this time.

It remains to be seen whether Mo Yuan will achieve any success in this campaign.

In the afternoon, Huang Laoliu was sleeping on the long table, and Lu Gao was dozing at the door of the Sword Pavilion.

Only Han Muye was wiping the long sword in the Sword Pavilion with a linen cloth.

While wiping the sword, he absorbed the sword qi and then absorbed it into his body.

This kind of pain and pleasure was both painful and enjoyable.

"Sword Pavilion rules, bathe and change clothes—"

"Get out of the way."

Lu Gao's long cry was directly interrupted at the door.

Han Muye frowned, put the long sword down, and walked to the door of the Sword Pavilion.

There, a tall young man in a white inner disciple robe stood coldly in front of the long table.

Huang Laoliu, sitting behind the long table, was slowly reading a yellow scroll in his hand.

"Have you figured it out?"

"I'm exchanging my completed sect mission records for a sword. Can this be faked?"

The tall young man spoke coldly, turned his head to see Han Muye approaching, and pointed at him, saying, "You're younger, quickly help the old man read the records on the mission scroll."

"Old eyes, still being a sword observer, he probably won't live long."

The young man's words were venomous, his tone cold, as if the sword observers were not fellow sect members, and their lives were as insignificant as ants.

Huang Laoliu's expression didn't change, but his finger moved over the mission scroll.

"Inner disciple Luo Tian, completed a sect exploration mission, accumulated thirty sect merits, which can be exchanged for a voucher or a sect mission reward."

"Luo Tian, you completed this exploration mission a year ago. Why are you only coming to exchange it now?"

"Our Sword Pavilion rules state that mission exchanges must be within one year. Your mission scroll has expired."

Luo Tian?

The guy who practices sword techniques and broke his sword?

Last time, he sent someone to exchange a sword, and Han Muye refused him. This time, he's coming to exchange a sword with mission merits?

Han Muye's gaze swept over Luo Tian, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

Having been in the Sword Pavilion for a long time, he had a close relationship with the swords here.

He didn't want to hand any of these swords to someone like Luo Tian, who doesn't cherish them.

Hearing Huang Laoliu's words, Luo Tian sneered, "Last time, Song Cheng said the Sword Pavilion observers seemed to be deliberately targeting me. I didn't believe it."

"Turns out, it's true."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out something, slamming it on the long table with a "thud."

"I'm determined to exchange for this sword today."