The hairs were knotted.
Never leave? he mused.
To seal one’s love as a mortal couple?
Han Muye trembled when his gaze landed on the scroll.
Those words were like burning flames that instantly landed in his mind, turning into golden shadows.
Light and shadow flowed, and images appeared.
A green-robed Confucian scholar with large sleeves.
A girl in clothes that were whiter than snow, with red sleeves that accentuated the white dress.
The young man in the image had a brilliant literary aura. With a brush, he wrote with aplomb.
That girl was smart and affectionate.
The famous mountains and great rivers, ancient places and majestic cities.
The young man carried his book bag and traversed the Central Continent with the white-robed maidservant.
The girl accompanied the young man and watched him comprehend the concept of mountains and rivers. She cheered and jumped, hugging him and crying.
She watched him discuss the Dao with the great Confucian scholars, refilled his tea, and warmed his wine with faint smiles.
She watched as he entered the Dao and suppressed demons with his literary compositions.
The young man’s green robe was replaced by an imperial robe, and his immaturity transformed into calmness.
The girl was still the same girl. The young man had become a scholar.
The people cheered, the officials worshiped him, and the world bestowed a golden seal on him.
The scholar naturally had to have the world in his heart.
How could a Minister only give his heart to a small white fox?
That night, as he composed poems under the moonlight in the accompaniment of wine and dance, the girl drank the poisoned wine and danced in a chaotic way.
That night, the Minister wrote, ‘A light message from the mountains and rivers, and the present will be forgotten in a single dream.’
When the white fox reappeared, it was already trapped in the combat room.
Under the Nine Mystic Mountain Sword Pavilion.
There are sealed towns here.
With the power of the seal, the little white fox could not leave for 10,000 years.
Cursing, biting, and crying, the power of sealing turned into a half-grown child who accompanied the little white fox and eased her anxieties with smiles.
One day, the seal broke and the white fox left. The half-grown child sighed and shook his head before leaving with her.
Gao Xiaoxuan and the little white fox.
So this was their past and present lives?
The white fox was that affectionate girl. Was Gao Xiaoxuan transformed from the array spirit that suppressed her?
Minister Wen, Wen Mosheng, the Sage of the Confucian Dao, had ultimately let down a beauty for the sake of the country.
Han Muye sighed and was about to hide the image in his mind when the golden figure suddenly moved again.
This time, it was a different image.
At the age of 12 or 13, a child returned from picking herbs in the forest and saved a seriously injured white fox.
After he treated it carefully, the white fox left.
Years later, a green-robed scholar and a white-robed girl met by the side of the Dao and accompanied each other.
When writing the poem, the scholar read it out loud. Afraid that the power of the poem would disturb the girl, he muttered it in a low voice, making people think that his Confucian cultivation was low.
When discussing the Dao, he was afraid that the girl would not be able to withstand the suppression of the power of Confucianism. The scholar was eloquent and never competed with others.
The further he went, the deeper the Confucian cultivation of the scholar.
A single stroke of ink from him could suppress the mountain demons.
A few words could echo the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.
This went on until one day, the power of Heaven and Earth condensed, the wishes of the people merged, and the responsibility for the rise of Confucianism fell on the shoulders of the scholar.
He entered the Imperial City and took charge of the Academy.
He established the Mystic Sun Guards to suppress the demons in the world.
It turned out that there were so many things that needed to be done in this world.
Since he cared about the world, how could he care about love?
In the end, Minister Wen chose to send the girl away from the Heavenly Mystic.
Knowing that the girl was unwilling, Minister Wen chose a cup of sake and a poem to make the girl forget her mortal memories.
‘A light message from the mountains and rivers, and the present will be forgotten in a single dream.’
Her memories dissipated with the poem.
Not fated to be together in this life, they parted ways.
In the Nine Mystic Mountain of the Western Frontier, before sending the girl away, Minister Wen cut off a strand of her black hair and tied it with his own.
The image dissipated.
Looking at the tangled hair in front of him, Han Muye remained silent.
Two strands of hair, two different memories.
It turned out that there were no Great Demons under the Nine Mystic Mountain.
What was there was the resentment encapsulated in the white fox’s hair, as well as the attachment of Minister Wen, Wen Mosheng.
The white fox’s resentment did not dissipate, and it became a great demon after 10,000 years.
Gao Xiaoxuan had always accompanied the white fox.
The friendship in this world was the most difficult to understand.
Even a human Confucian Daoist like Minister Wen was powerless to resolve it. He could only use such an unforgettable method where both sides suffered.
Right or wrong?
Did he regret it?
“Hum—”
The golden halo in Han Muye’s mind turned into ancient inscriptions.
‘The Spell of the Mortal World.’
This was the condensation of the emotions in the world. It could protect one’s mind and allow one’s mind to be constantly refined in the mortal world.
Cultivation required mental cultivation the most.
Tu Sunshi’s sword cultivation was the best in the Western Frontier, but he mingled in the mortal world of itinerant cultivators just to temper his heart with the mortal world.
This Spell of the Mortal World was stored in the mind, constantly vigilant and tempering the mind, allowing the mind to fuse with the mortal world and leave it.
This was the first time Han Muye had seen a cultivation technique that could refine one’s heart.
At least in the Nine Mystic Sword School, he had never seen such a cultivation technique that could temper one’s temperament.
In the entire Western Frontier, there might not be such a cultivation technique circulating.
Otherwise, Master Tu Sunshi wouldn’t have needed to mix around with itinerant cultivators.
With such a cultivation technique, it could make up for the awkward situation of Han Muye’s cultivation increasing too quickly and his temperament not being enough.
In Han Muye’s opinion, the acquisition of this Spell of the Mortal World cultivation technique was more valuable to him than the demonic treasure.
The Spell of the Mortal World was hidden in the divine treasure, and a golden halo appeared between Han Muye’s eyes.
This golden light seemed to be able to see through the world.
Looking down, he saw a wooden comb lying on the small case.
Picking up the wooden comb, Han Muye was a little stunned.
He had never seen this wooden comb before.
Is this also left behind by Minister Wen?
After placing the wooden comb in the wooden box, suppressing the strand of hair and the paper roll, and locking the wooden box, Han Muye left the quiet room.
Han Muye wasn’t sure if Minister Wen, Wen Mosheng, who used his literary aura to suppress the world, was sentimental and loyal, or hypocritical.
In the future, when he went to the Central Continent, he might be able to understand more.
In the next few days, Han Muye had been cultivating in seclusion on the third floor of the Sword Pavilion.
On Cloud Nest Mountain Range, he had killed a Heaven Realm expert and fought an evil demon.
This experience was the foundation of one’s mental state.
After a few days of seclusion, before the immortal-grade pill in his dantian was exhausted, he finally pushed his spiritual energy cultivation to the second level of Foundation Establishment.
Due to the help of the Great Demon Arm Bone, he could reach the ninth level of Qi Condensation in a few days.
Nine bull phantoms condensed behind him, and two white-fronted tigers roared silently.
Tremendous strength.
The strength of this body had already reached the level of clenching a fist to attract astral qi and waving his hand.
The next step was to establish the foundation of the Great Dao with physical strength and step into the Foundation Establishment realm.
The Body Foundation Establishment required a lot of resources. Han Muye had basically exhausted all the spirit stones and pills on hand and had no choice but to come out of seclusion.
“Uncle-Master.”
When he walked down the sword pavilion to the door, Liu Hong hurriedly bowed.
He looked at Han Muye excitedly and said, “Uncle-Master, my grandfather has agreed to let me enter the Sword Pavilion.”
This guy was a third-generation disciple of the Sword Sect. However, he usually did not do his job properly. That was why he was suppressed by his grandfather in the Treasure Pavilion to help deal with all kinds of missed items.
Han Muye had come to the sword pavilion because he was interested in the sword pill.
Unexpectedly, when he arrived at the Sword Pavilion, Liu Hong realized that everyone in the Sword Pavilion was extraordinary.
As they got along, they had the idea of joining the Sword Pavilion.
Last time, Han Muye had said that as long as his grandfather agreed.
Liu Hong went back to look for his grandfather. The deacon elder of the Treasure Pavilion, Liu Chuanyi, directly grounded him.
What was the Sword Pavilion?
His sword Qi spread. A proper sword cultivator would be crippled if he went there.
However, when the Cloud Nest Ridge army returned, Han Muye’s reputation spread.
The Sword Dao was immortal.
A man and a sword invited the number one sword cultivator of the Western Frontier, Tu Sunshi, to Yuntai Mountain.
He used the sword of the soul to help Tu Sunshi kill a Fourth Heaven Realm demon.
Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords.
A person with two swords entered the spatial passageway and sealed the outer realm demon.
Even Luo Xiaoyu, an elite of the Spiritual Dao Sect, and Sun Jinshi, a junior expert of the Tai Yi Sword Sect, said that among his peers, Senior Brother Han was extremely talented in the sword and did not dare to face him head-on.
There were more than a million cultivators in the Cloud Nest Mountain Range. Who didn’t respect Huang Six’s transformation into a demon in order to annihilate demons?
There were more than a million cultivators in the Cloud Nest Ridge. Who didn’t know Senior Brother Han?
These two were both from the Sword Pavilion.
Han Muye’s reputation had spread to the Nine Mystic Sword Sect. Liu Chuanyi found Liu Hong. After a long discussion, he made three rules and promised him to enter the Sword Pavilion and be a sword caretaker.
“What did you and your grandfather agree on?”
Han Muye looked at Liu Hong and asked.
Liu Hong blushed and said shyly, “Actually, it’s nothing. It’s just that you’re not allowed to go down the mountain or stay at the foot of the mountain.”
“Also, my grandfather has arranged a marriage for me.”
Han Muye nodded. This was not a big deal.
He knew what the sect meant by arranging for another Sword Caretaker.
After Huang Six left, the Sword Pavilion’s current Sword Caretakers were all attracted by Han Muye.
This was not good for the sect.
Liu Hong was the third generation of the sect. He was willing to enter the Sword Pavilion to reassure the sect.
Han Muye also knew that the sect wanted to nurture him.
At least, he won against Tang Chi.
“Cultivate the cultivation technique of the Sword Pavilion with Yang Mingxuan and Jiang Ming first. After you can withstand the sword Qi entering your body, you will be in charge of the Sword Pavilion’s affairs.”
For the time being, Liu Hong could not withstand the sword Qi in the sword pavilion. He could only take it slow.
He had cultivated for three generations, unlike Han Muye, who had a rotten life when he entered the Sword Pavilion.
Liu Hong was disappointed.
He hoped that he could immediately become a Sword Caretaker.
Seeing his expression, Han Muye suddenly smiled and said, “Are you interested in those things?”
Liu Hong had told him about this before. Liu Hong felt that he seemed to have a special sense for many things that he could not tell their value.
Liu Hong nodded.
“How about this? In the future, go to the Treasure Pavilion and the various marketplaces more often. Bring back those that you think are good.”
Han Muye smiled and spoke.
This was a good job for Liu Hong.
Sure enough, Liu Hong smiled.
This job was not bad. It could test his talent and allow him to leave the mountain…
In front of the Sword Pavilion, Bai Suzhen, who was wearing a pink dress, slowly walked over.
Her eyes flashed as she sized up Han Muye, who was standing on the stone steps with his hands behind his back. “Senior Brother Han, I really don’t know how many more tricks you have.”
She was really shocked when she heard about what happened on Cloud Nest Ridge.
Her understanding of Han Muye was that his talent in alchemy was unparalleled. She did not expect his sword technique and combat strength to be so powerful.
Seeing Han Muye’s eyes, Bai Suzhen was slightly stunned.
For some reason, the golden light in Han Muye’s eyes made her heart tremble, and she subconsciously lowered her head.
This was a divine light that could see through one’s heart at a glance.
Han Muye shook his head and walked down the stone steps of the sword pavilion.
Bai Suzhen chuckled and followed.
“This, this is, towards the grove?” Liu Hong’s eyes widened as he looked back at Lu Gao, who was leaning against the door.
Lu Gao shook his head and said, “I can’t see.”
Liu Hong punched the air angrily.
Han Muye walked on the mountain path and said calmly, “What did Sixth Sister-in-law say?”
Sixth Sister-in-law, Lu Qingping, did not accept Han Muye’s invitation to come to the Nine Mystic Mountain. Instead, she returned to Jin Yang City.
Her and Huang Six’s hometown.