Clenching his fists, Qin Yuanhe gritted his teeth and muttered.

"Damn it, I'm afraid it won't be easy to complete this task..."

Shaking his head, his figure disappeared on the mountain road.

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When the carriage stopped in front of Jiuxuan Jianmen Mountain, looking at the tall clear jade stone gate, Han Mu felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy in his heart.

Thinking about his trip down the mountain, the longevity problem has improved, he saved Mo Yuan from death, and returned to the clan with ten thousand swords to kill people.

All kinds of experiences feel like a lifetime ago.

"It's still peaceful here on Jiuxuan Mountain..."

With a whisper, he drove the carriage forward.

"Han, Brother Han!" Just after arriving at the mountain gate, Lu Gao, a handyman in gray robes, rushed forward with an excited look.

"Haha, it's Brother Lu."

Han Muye jumped off the carriage, reached out and patted Lu Gao on the shoulder, and spoke kindly.

He was in a really good mood when he returned to Jiuxuan Sword Sect.

"Hey, I don't dare to be the big brother, I don't dare to be..." Lu Gao waved his hands repeatedly and grinned.

Not far away, the gray-robed servants and the green-robed outer disciples all looked at him with envy.

Lu Gao really had his chance.

"Um, brother, please go back. I'll help you deliver this carriage." Seeing that there was no one in Han Muye's carriage, Lu Gao asked hurriedly.

It happened that Han Muye didn't know where the carriage was going, so he handed the carriage to Lu Gao, then reached out and took off the long sword from the carriage.

"Then I'll bother you, Brother Lu. Let's have a drink together when you have free time."

Speaking of drinking, Han Muye really hasn’t had a drink in a long time.

He missed Huang Laoliu's big wine gourd.

"Hey, good, good." Lu Gao glanced enviously at the two swords carried on Han Muye's back and the bright sword in his hand, and drove the carriage toward the mountain road.

Han Muye held up his long sword and strode towards the sword pavilion.

Before arriving at the Jiange Pavilion, I looked up at the three-story pavilion. The golden light was shining, and Han Muye had a smile on his face.

He seemed to feel the vibration of the swords on the first floor of the sword pavilion.

These little guys also miss themselves, right?

As he stepped up the steps, Huang Laoliu's feeble voice came from the sword pavilion.

"The rules for holding a sword in the sword pavilion are to take a bath, burn incense, and be calm—"

"Brother Six!" Han Muye strode into the sword pavilion.
Chapter completed!