Rules.
Han Muye nodded.
Huang Six still knew how to abide by the rules of the Sword Pavilion despite the powerful emotional impact of his first love’s reunion. It seemed that he had not been blinded by love.
There was still hope in him.
“Brother Zhenxiong has already told me that the Sword Pavilion is an important place for your Nine Mystic Sword Sect.”
“For Brother Zhenxiong to gain the trust of the sect and be in charge of this place, of course he can’t break the rules.”
Lu Qingping hurriedly spoke.
‘In charge?’
Han Muye frowned at Huang Six.
Huang Six blinked at him in return.
Brother Six’s bragging was a little much.
“Junior Sister Lu, you can’t enter the Sword Pavilion, but Senior Brother Han has some experience in choosing swords and sword cultivation. Go to the market to buy swords tomorrow and let him accompany you.”
“I still have a meeting with the elders tomorrow, so I won’t accompany you.”
Huang Six turned around and looked sideways at Lu Qingping.
He looked at Han Muye with pleading eyes.
Lu Qingping nodded and looked at Han Muye. “Then I shall be thanking you, Junior Brother Han.”
Buy a sword with Lu Qingping?
Han Muye’s heart skipped a beat.
Just as well.
This way, he would have a chance to touch the sword in Lu Qingping’s hand and find out if Lu Qingping had a motive for approaching Huang Six.
Although he did not want to ruin Huang Six’s dream of his first love, if Lu Qingping had another motive, Han Muye would not ignore it.
“Senior Sister Lu is too polite. It’s really because Senior Brother is busy tomorrow. Otherwise, his judgement would be 100 times better than mine.” Han Muye nodded and cupped his hands. “Then I’ll wait for Senior Sister at the mountain gate tomorrow.”
There was no good sword in the market that was open to the public in the Sword Sect. If she wanted to choose a good sword, they had to go to the market 100 kilometers away from the mountain.
Lu Qingping nodded, then looked at Huang Six and said softly, “Brother Zhenxiong, I’ll head back first.”
Huang Six grinned. He thought of his missing front teeth and quickly closed his mouth.
He stood on the stone steps and watched as Lu Qingping disappeared from the mountain path for a long time.
“Sixth Brother, you’re about to become a wife-watching stone.”
Han Muye, who had already walked into the Sword Pavilion and sat behind the long table, smiled.
Huang Six blushed and turned to walk into the Sword Pavilion.
He leaned over to Han Muye, who was sitting in the big chair, and muttered, “Well, thank you, Brother Han, for helping me complete the lie today.”
In front of Lu Qingping just now, Han Muye had given him enough face and even helped him smooth things over.
‘He’s in charge of the Sword Pavilion?’
He would allow the brag to continue for a while.
Huang Six rubbed his sparse hair and muttered softly, “I have a lot of dates, but in front of Sister Ping, I feel flustered.”
“On my side, I subconsciously wanted to elevate my status.”
“I was just thinking, thinking, about being a little more compatible with her.”
Huang Six lowered his head, a hint of loneliness on his face.
Nine out of ten Sword Caretakers in the Sword Pavilion would die. Even if their salary was comparable to the inner sect disciples, even the servants were still unwilling to come to the Sword Pavilion to be Sword Caretakers.
He could earn the spiritual rocks but not be able to spend them.
As a Sword Caretaker of the Sword Pavilion, he had been affected by the sword Qi every day. His body had withered. What right did he have to be compatible with an inner sect elite of Clear Wind Temple?
Han Muye wanted to comfort Huang Six, but thought better of it.
Huang Six knew everything well.
His current enthusiasm was because of his reunion with Lu Qingping.
After a while, especially after the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s sect gathering ended and Lu Qingping left, this matter would be left unsettled.
Moreover, Clear Wind Temple had betrayed the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.
This was an ill-fated relationship that was destined to never happen.
Han Muye shook his head slightly and looked up. He saw Lu Gao, whose arms were full of lunch boxes, sticking his head out of the door and looking around.
“Eh, where’s sister-in-law?”
“I specially collected the tender meat to ensure that Sixth Brother can chew on it.”
Lu Gao muttered regretfully.
Huang Six turned around and gritted his teeth. “I want to chew on bones.”
Han Muye laughed so hard he almost fell off the big chair.
The three of them sat around the small wooden table at the door. Huang Six had a good appetite and focused on eating. Lu Gao softly shared some news he had heard in the dining hall.
“Some sects have come in the past few days. Most of them are arranged to eat with the outer sect disciples in the outer sect dining hall.”
“Many of these people made complaints.”
Lu Gao had a nice way of saying things.
If one only received the same treatment as the outer sect at a gathering, it was already good enough that they did not curse.
However, since the Nine Mystic Sword Sect had summoned them, why would they treat them so badly?
“Hmph, what’s wrong with living as an outer sect disciple?”
Huang Six finally said something and snorted. “The Nine Mystic Sword Sect is one of the nine sects of the Western Frontier. We’re already giving them face by not letting them pay for their food and accommodation.”
“Ahem, Brother Six, they are paying out of their own pocket.” Lu Gao coughed lightly.
They were paying out of their own pocket, yet they were only arranged to receive the same treatment as the outer sect disciples.
Han Muye narrowed his eyes.
‘Looks like there won’t be a pleasant meeting this time?’
“The last time the Nine Mystic Sword Sect intimidated everyone was the battle in the Blazing Demon Valley 12 years ago.”
“Looks like the Sword Sect is going to take actions.”
Huang Six shook his head and reached for the meat again.
“I guess we’re about to get busy too.”
“A batch of swords will be sent back soon.”
‘Send the sword back?’
Han Muye was stunned and immediately understood.
It was not that the swords had been sent back after the death of disciples.
It was because the swords of the exterminated enemies were collected by the Sword Pavilion.
The Sword Sect was going to make an example out of the Three Qin Sword Sect this time.
He wondered if Mo Yuan could make any contributions in this battle.
In the afternoon, Huang Six slept on the long table while Lu Gao leaned against the door of the Sword Pavilion and dozed.
Only Han Muye was wiping the swords with linen in the Sword Pavilion.
As he wiped the sword, he collected the sword Qi and absorbed it into his body.
This sour feeling was painful but pleasant.
“Sword Pavilion rules: Bathe and change clothes—”
“Move.”
Lu Gao’s long howl at the door was interrupted.
Han Muye frowned, put away his sword, and walked to the door of the Sword Pavilion.
On the other side, a tall young man in a white inner sect disciple robe stood in front of the long table with a cold expression.
Huang Six, who was sitting behind the long table, had a yellow paper scroll in his hand. He slowly flipped through it.
“Have you calculated it?”
“I am using the sect’s mission completion record to exchange for a sword. How can I fake this?”
The tall young man said coldly. He turned around and saw Han Muye walking over. He pointed at him and said, “You’re younger. Hurry up and help that old man read the records in the book.”
“He’s old and blind, but he’s still a Sword Caretaker. He probably won’t live long.”
The young man’s words were vicious and his tone was cold. It was as if the Sword Caretakers did not belong to the same Sword Sect and their lives and deaths were comparable to ants.
Huang Six’s expression did not change, but his fingers wandered over the mission book.
“Inner sect disciple, Luo Tian, has completed the sect’s investigation mission. You can exchange 30 sect merit points for tokens or sect mission rewards.”
“Luo Tian, your investigation mission was completed a year ago. Why are you only exchanging it now?”
“According to the rules of the Sword Pavilion, the mission book will expire within a year.”
‘Luo Tian?’
‘The guy who practiced swordsmanship and broke his sword?’
The last time he asked someone to exchange for a sword, Han Muye rejected him. This time, was he here to exchange for a sword with mission merit points?
Han Muye glanced at Luo Tian, a cold glint flashing across his eyes.
After staying in the Sword Pavilion for a long time, he was close to the swords in the Sword Pavilion.
He was unwilling to hand over any of the swords here to someone like Luo Tian who did not cherish them.
Hearing Huang Six’s words, Luo Tian sneered. “Last time, Song Cheng said that the Sword Caretaker of the Sword Pavilion seemed to be deliberately targeting me. I didn’t believe him.”
“So it turns out to be true.”
He reached into his jacket and pulled out something. He slapped it on the long table.
“I’m definitely exchanging this sword today.”