692 The Sword Is Really My Life (2)
Han Muye smiled and said, “As long as the price is right, it’s naturally for sale.”
The right price?
What was the right price?
This was not up to Han Muye to decide.
Xu Chuanhe opened his mouth and looked at the calligraphy and paintings in the shop. He shook his head and said, “Forget I asked.”
With that, he walked towards the main road.
Shao Tianyi was somewhat disappointed.
Many people on the roadside recognized Xu Chuanhe and called him “Shopkeeper Xu”.
Jia Wu and the others also walked out and looked at Han Muye, who was standing in front of the Imperial View Sword Shop, with probing gazes.
“A sword cultivator with a foundation in Confucianism. This junior is interesting.
“I wonder if Zhao Yujing told him that it’s not easy to pass our Sword Pavilion’s test,” Xu Chuanhe muttered as his expression turned solemn.
“Martial Granduncle’s Sword Pavilion has not been nurtured for 300 years and is already in danger of falling in quality. I wonder who will inherit it…”
In front of the sword shop, Han Muye clasped his hands behind his back and smiled.
When Xu Chuanhe walked out of the door, he deliberately revealed a blazing and dense sword intent.
Mystic Sun Technique.
Or it was a legacy cultivation technique similar to the Mystic Sun Technique.
A Heaven Realm Sword Pavilion disciple is probably not an ordinary trial disciple like Zhao Yujing, right? Han Muye thought.
An official disciple of the Sword Pavilion?
Or some other identity?
However, since this person had come and they had interacted with each other, he would take it slow. There was no hurry.
Han Muye cupped his hands at Jia Wu and the others and turned to walk into the shop.
He looked at the calligraphy and paintings around him, pondered for a moment, and wrote a few more labels.
When he went upstairs, Shao Tianyi walked over curiously to take a look at the labels, and then his eyes widened.
“Hiss—
“Is this snatching spiritual rocks…”
A scroll with the word ‘Sword’ written on it was priced at 300,000 spiritual rocks.
That painting that he could not understand was priced at 3,000,000 spiritual rocks.
On purpose?
Shao Tianyi raised his head and looked at the scrawled ‘sword’ character in front of him.
He had seen these words and paintings before, but he didn’t think that there was anything special about them.
However, since this was priced at 300,000 spiritual rocks, there should be something, right?
He examined the painting for a long time but found nothing.
He shook his head and was about to look away when he suddenly felt that every stroke on the word seemed to be a sword mark.
As soon as this thought appeared, the divine treasure in his mind seemed to explode.
Countless sword moves turned into a halo that cut through the sky and ground, twisting his consciousness into pieces.
Every sword move was like the intertwining of stars.
Every sword light came straight at him, and he could not dodge every sword light.
At that moment, the sword light was like a dragon, as if it had cut his soul into thousands of pieces.
“Bam!”
Shao Tianyi fell to the ground and almost hit the wooden frame behind him.
He felt that his back was already drenched.
Her heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it was about to jump out of her throat.
Clenching his fists, a far-fetched smile appeared on his pale face. The, he laughed out loud.
Earlier, that sword light was really mysterious!
He was an assassin from the Life Stealing Tower, and had grown up killing people.
He cultivated sword techniques that could kill people, but he had never known what real sword techniques were.
With that glance just now, he saw what a sword was.
His killing intent soared to the sky, and his sword swept across the world.
The sword was a killing tool, but the person was not.
Slowly raising his head, Shao Tianyi once again looked at the word ‘sword’ in front of him.
Countless sword intent crashed into his divine treasures, but he laughed even more happily.
What was a sword?
In this world, there were people who could travel 30,000 miles with a single slash and cut through mountains and ridges with a wave of their hand. There were also people who could cross rivers with swords, and ten thousand armors were difficult to cross. One person could fight against a million soldiers. There were people who shattered the river of time and severed the karma of myriad ages with one slash.
But that was too far away.
Shao Tianyi clearly remembered that when he had entered the Life Stealing Tower at the age of eight, a senior brother had hugged his sword tightly and refused to let go, not even when he was eating or sleeping.
Shao Tianyi had once asked him what he was holding.
That senior brother said, “This is my life…”
When Shao Tianyi was 13 years old, he stabbed his sword into this senior brother’s chest.
It took his life.
The sword was thrown into the Endless Sea.
“So, the sword is really my life…”
Shao Tianyi looked up, tears streaming down his face.
The vigorous sword intent on his body circulated and resonated with the swords on the wooden shelves.
…
It was more than a hundred miles from the street market to the water village where Zeng Daniu and his family lived.
Zeng Daniu, who was carrying a blanket and eating food, walked quickly.
When he was 10 miles out of the city, he met an ox cart halfway and asked where they were heading.
He was also cautious. He said that he was a shop assistant in the city. Now he was ordered by the shopkeeper to go to the village on the edge of the Endless Sea to get something.
He also showed the key that Han Muye had given him to seal the door of the shop.
If there were spiritual patterns on it, it was indeed something from the cultivation world.
The driver of the ox cart turned around and saw his master nodding. He invited Zeng Daniu to come along and hitch a ride.
Zeng Daniu wanted to refuse, but thinking that the road was not close by, he thanked the driver and climbed onto the cart.
The owner of the cart was an old man in a long robe and he had a 10-year-old child with him.
The old man smiled and asked Zeng Daniu something.
Zeng Daniu responded carefully. He felt that he couldn’t say much.
However, when he got out of the cart and saw it leaving, he scratched his head in frustration.
It seemed that he had said everything?
“A sword cultivator who cultivates Confucianism? Interesting.” On the cart, the old man chuckled and turned to look at the child beside him.
“Sir, didn’t you say that there are very few Confucian Daoists on the Scattered Stars Island?” the child asked in a clear voice.
“Hehe, that’s why I’m very curious,” the old man stroked his beard and said softly.
