Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

589 The Sage Is Not Dead, the Heavenly Dao Reincarnation, and Karma! (2)

Turning to look at Han Muye, who was on par with him but had not activated his spiritual energy cultivation, Gongsun Shu said in surprise, “No wonder you want to temper your heart in the mortal world. Is this to balance your physical strength?

“Is it because your physical strength is too strong and difficult to control?”

He nodded.

In front of a great cultivator like Gongsun Shu, there were indeed very few secrets that could be hidden.

It was fine if he did not move, but once he ran, the changes in his body would naturally be seen through.

“Tsk tsk, I really don’t know what kind of opportunity you encountered to actually have such a powerful physical body.

“Can it be that you’re from the Southern Wasteland and have the bloodline of the demon race?”

There was curiosity in Gongsun Shu’s eyes.

However, he did not ask in detail.

Everyone had their own secrets.

Two hours later, Han Muye and Gongsun Shu arrived at the lower city.

The lower city was different from the middle city.

Even though the Imperial City was the richest place in the Central Continent, there were still dilapidated places in the Imperial City.

In the lower city, there were many dilapidated buildings. The alleys were low and long, and most of them were rundown.

The people of the world had a hard time. It was already not easy for many people to live here.

Outside the Imperial City, it was even more difficult for people.

This was the real world.

The bright and prosperous cultivation world had nothing to do with most mortals.

On the other hand, the suffering brought about by the cultivation world was the first to descend on mortals.

For example, as he walked through the alley, Han Muye saw many white banners hanging in front of the gate.

When the Heaven Mystic’s army conquered the outside world, many of the generals were selected from the upper and middle cities. However, the ordinary soldiers were basically from the lower cities.

This time, they had increased the number of troops by a million because of a tragic victory in the previous battle. They had lost hundreds of thousands of soldiers.

The No Resentment Realm was a tough nut to crack.

“Sigh, this is still good.” Gongsun Shu sighed and said in a low voice, “A few hundred years ago, during a war between realms, a million troops were wiped out. The Imperial City was thousands of miles away, and there were white banners everywhere.

“Outsiders only see the splendor of the Imperial City. How would they know that all of this was built with the blood of countless men in the Imperial City?”

Without blood to exchange, how could the Imperial City be prosperous, and how could the Heavenly Mystic be prosperous?

Which of these families who had lived in the Imperial City for a long time did not have three to five family members who had joined the army and never returned?

As he walked quickly with Gongsun Shu, Han Muye saw the place in the sword’s memory.

They had arrived at the place where Bi Wuhe lived.

Just as he reached the front of the alley, he saw seven or eight children playing.

Rather than calling it playing, it was more like a noisy fight.

Six seven or eight-year-old children held bamboo sticks and wooden sticks in their hands as they surrounded two six or seven-year-old children and beat them up.

The two children were clearly shorter, but their faces were tense and their backs were against each other. The wooden sticks in their hands blocked the bamboo sticks and wooden sticks that were smashing towards their faces. From time to time, they would even retaliate.

“Beat them up! Beat up these two fellows from the Bi family!”

“Foreign kids who dare to be arrogant in our Imperial City.”

“You still dare to fight back? Haven’t you fought enough yesterday?”

The older children relied on their numbers. The more the two younger children retaliated, the angrier they became. Some of them were in so much pain that tears streamed down their faces, but they did not retreat.

The two little guys who were surrounded had been hit countless times, but they gritted their teeth and did not say anything.

“Goudan, your mother is calling you to go home for dinner!”

“Where the hell is the cat?”

A call came from not far away.

Instantly, the surrounding children dispersed.

“I’ll call you tomorrow.”

The child in the lead curled his lips and covered his swollen forehead as he shouted and left.

“Brother, are you alright?”

“What can happen to me? I almost knocked Goudan’s teeth off with the Split and Combine sword move that my father taught me just now. Did you see that?”

When the surrounding children dispersed, the two children supported each other. The corners of their mouths twitched, but they did not admit defeat.

“Are you from the Bi Wuhe family?” Han Muye walked forward and asked softly.

He had already seen these two brats in the sword’s memory.

One was the reincarnation of Daoist Chongyun, and the other was the reincarnation of Lin Chongxiao.

However, neither of them had awakened the memories of their previous lives.

As for whether it could awaken, that was still unknown.

Han Muye’s words made the two children look wary. Without answering, they turned around and left.

They were small, and after making a few turns, they had disappeared from the dog hole and the broken fence.

Han Muye smiled and shook his head, striding forward with Gongsun Shu.

After turning three corners, they bumped into the two children who appeared out of nowhere.

These two little fellows even knew how to change directions and run back.

Unexpectedly, Han Muye and Gongsun Shu came straight over. One of the children whispered, “Bi Chong, tell Mother that someone is coming. I’ll stop them.”

As he spoke, he pointed the wooden stick in his hand at Han Muye, his face full of vigilance, as if he was holding a long sword in his hand and drawing it forward.

The child called Bi Chong hesitated for a moment before he turned around and ran, charging into a low house at the side.

Han Muye and Gongsun Shu did not move forward and just stood there.

A moment later, a woman in gray rushed out of the house with a headscarf on her head.

The woman’s face was pale. She held a short sword in her hand and ran over nervously, pulling the child in front of Han Muye away.

After sizing up Han Muye and Gongsun Shu, the woman held her sword and raised her hand to salute. “Please forgive my son for charging into you.”

With that, she looked at Han Muye. “Bi Wuhe is my husband. Why are you looking for him?”

Han Muye raised his hand, and the River Mountain Sword appeared in his palm.

The woman’s expression changed and she exclaimed, “Why is my husband’s sword in your hand?!”

As soon as she finished speaking, a faint sword intent rose from her body.

However, just as the sword intent rose, the woman’s face turned red. The Qi and blood in her body surged irregularly, but she firmly suppressed it.