Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The old man's expression was solemn, his breath was firm, and his eyebrows and eyes were solemn.

This made Han Muye panic a little.

Is it necessary to be so serious about the business of ten spirit stones?

Or, is this senior, a certain boss in the Nine Profound Sword Sect, who has taken a fancy to himself and wants to inherit the mantle?

Maybe this is chance.

Han Muye looked respectful as he cupped his hands and said, "This junior needs to learn."

The old man nodded, his expression unchanged, and looked at Han Muye: "Okay, then I will ask you a few questions, you must answer truthfully."

This process is very similar to the inheritance of a certain boss!

Han Muye suppressed the excitement in his heart and nodded heavily.

"Okay, let me ask you, why did you come to Jiu Xuan Sword Sect?"

Come to Jiuxuan Jianmen, why?

Han Muye recalled, the row of swords in the sword pavilion flashed in his mind.

"For, the sword." Shaking his head, Han Muye said solemnly, "For the sake of the sword, look at it for a long time."

Rebirth once, no matter what, you have to be a little bit more promising, and naturally you have to aim high.

Hearing his words, a smile appeared on the face of the old man opposite, and he clapped his hands: "Okay!"

"If you don't run rampant in the world and suppress your thoughts with your sword, then you are not qualified to learn from my ten thousand swords and return to the sect!"

Han Muye was overjoyed, he really made the right bet!

Just as he was about to bow, the old man raised his hand again: "I'll ask you again, is your cultivation qualification above the fifth grade?"

Cultivation qualification of five or more?

Xiu Wanjian returns to his ancestry, does he need such qualifications?

That's right, such a magnificent name, no matter how you need to have a rank five or above.

Han Muye's face stiffened, he shook his head and said, "No."

Sighing slightly in the bottom of my heart, it seems that I have no chance to practice the peerless cultivation technique.

"Okay!" The old man opposite shouted loudly, startling Han Muye.

"If your qualifications are good enough, you don't need to come to repair my ten thousand swords and return to the sect, just follow the steps."

Speaking of which, the old man stared at Han Muye, as if staring at a piece of peerless jade.

"Empty has a heart that runs rampant in a lifetime, but has no qualifications and no resources."

"There are a lot of people like this in the world."

"These people should accept their fate and be ants all their lives?"

The old man's face turned red, he shouted loudly, and there seemed to be a tyrannical aura rising from his body.

This old guy is a little crazy.

Is this the case with all the masters of the world?

Han Muye kept his mouth shut and did not speak.

After roaring enough, the old man lost his aura, his expression was as usual, he looked at Han Muye and said, "Today, I will pass on your ten thousand swords to the sect. Remember, you are walking a road to the sky for ordinary swordsmen in the world, understand?"

Han Muye nodded.

Is this responsibility too great?

Seeing Han Muye nodding, the old man stepped forward with one hand behind his back.

"I, Mo Yuan, have spent a hundred years since I entered the Nine Profound Sword Sect, studying three hundred and sixty kinds of swordsmanship, and I have never been able to succeed."

"Looking back at the three sword pavilion elders shot, the sword energy is three thousand feet in length and breadth, and one sword can split mountains and rivers, and I just realized it."

"Cultivating a strand of sword energy, tempering thousands, dividing 128,000 threads, and condensing it into sword energy."

"The sword will be beaten and twisted and turned into a hundred smelting steel, and the fingers will be soft, gathering three thousand sword will, and turning it into the general trend of heaven and earth."

"This is—"

The old man raised his two fingers on his right hand and stood side by side, pointing forward.

"Wan - Sword - Return - Zong -"

His eyes are distant and firm, his body is tall and straight, and his posture is like a sword!

If it is matched with thousands of swords flying, endless sword light lingers, and the sky is shaking, then it is really thousands of swords returning to the ancestors, a sword rushing into the sky.

It's just that, in this small room, it seems that there is a little less momentum.

After being silent for a long time, Han Muye couldn't help but whisper, "Is it gone?"

The old man slowly retracted his hand, did not answer him, but asked, "How much have you realized?"

comprehend?

Just that move, no, pose?

Han Muye closed his eyes, and in his mind, the image of the old man standing in the same place and raising his hand slowly emerged.

This time, the scene was moving very slowly, so slow that Han Muye wanted to fast forward.

But he could feel that there was something in this picture.

He looked carefully, looked at the eyes of the old man in the picture, looked at the action of the old man in the picture when he pointed out, and looked at the expression of the old man when he shouted "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Zong".

Unconsciously, he felt a difference.

serious.

firm.

There was determination in the old man's eyes.

The old man's two fingers stick out firm.

The old man had a firm expression on his face.

Changing the screen over and over again, the momentum of the old man became more and more dignified, until all the pictures collapsed.

Han Muye opened his eyes.

Comprehend "Wan Jian Gui Zong"!

At the moment of comprehending Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect, he felt that all the sword qi in the illusory space within his body were shaking and surging, as if they were about to rush out.

Can you control the sword energy in your body?

Ten thousand swords return to the ancestors, it is true!

This ten thousand swords returning to the ancestors really condensed the thousands of swordsmanship in the world, and only one sword can smash the galaxy!

Looking at the old man in front of him, Han Muye had nothing but admiration in his heart. He raised his hand and bowed, "Thank you for your teaching, senior, I understand."

The power to create such a practice is worthy of respect.

"You, have you learned it?" Seeing Han Muye's actions, the old man was stunned and said anxiously, "What did you realize?"

Is this the final test?

Han Muye straightened up, clenched his fist in one hand, and his eyes were firm: "With a sword in hand, I have it in the world."

The old man frowned, just about to speak, only to hear Han Muye say again, "I realized that I don't have a sword in my hand, but I have a sword in my heart."

"I don't have a sword in my hand, but I have a sword in my heart?" The old man was stunned and whispered.

"No sword in your hand, but a sword in your heart?"

"Haha, I don't have a sword in my hand, but I have a sword in my heart!"

The old man laughed out loud, turned around and left.

It wasn't until he left that Han Muye remembered that his ten spiritual stones had not been paid yet.

Also, what about the good apprentices?

Can you comprehend the practice of Wanjian Guizong after reading it once, this comprehension, this big guy, does not accept himself as a disciple and inherits the mantle?

Wan Jian Guizong, this is not a bad street practice, so casual?

Shaking his head, Han Muye had no choice but to put away the two books and prepare to leave the quiet room.

Perhaps this is fate, and he was born without such a good fate to become an elder disciple.

After closing the book, there was a flash of light on the jade bi in front of him.

"what?"

Yubi's last message made Han Muye's mind move.

"Quiet room No. 85, I need an explanation of the performance of Bibo, the second profound swordsmanship, and the reward is five hundred spirit stones."

Bibo?

He just realized this sword technique yesterday, and it wasn't even once.

Subconsciously, he reached out and touched the jade bib, and the message dissipated directly.

Is this the mission?

Han Muye walked out of the quiet room, went to the door of the quiet room No. 85, took a deep breath, pushed the door and walked in.

In the quiet room, a young man wearing a white robe from the inner door saw Han Muye, looked up and down, and frowned slightly.

"This senior brother, I don't seem to have seen you in the inner door..."

Han Muye said indifferently, "Do you know all the three thousand inner disciples?"

"That's not--" The young man's expression became abrupt, and before he finished speaking, Han Muye waved his hand and said, "Want to perform Fa Bibo swordsmanship?"

The young man nodded.

Han Muye looked at the long sword on the youth's waist, stretched out his hand and said, "Bring the sword."

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