Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 204 Going back to Jiuxuan Mountain, the bell rings six times (33)

Lingshi is actually a trivial matter.

Han Muye didn't believe that the No. 1 Sword Sect in Western Borders couldn't produce ten thousand high-grade spirit stones.

Taiyi Sword Sect delayed dividing these debts of spirit stones into a hundred-year period, just to have a relationship with him and the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

Perhaps, this is also one of Master Tu Sun's plans.

Without Master Tu Sun sitting in the Taiyi Sword Sect, how many years can we still be the No. 1 Sword Sect in Western Xinjiang?

Among them, the one that poses the greatest threat to the Taiyi Sword Sect is the Nine Profound Sword Sect, apart from the Fengling Sword Sect that the suzerain is retreating from?

As long as Nine Profound Sword Sect and Taiyi Sword Sect secretly form an alliance, then they have the qualifications to fight against Fengling Sword Sect together.

As for a hundred years later, if Master Tu Sun returns, let it be. If Master Tu Sun does not return, Taiyi Sword Sect has not yet emerged from the Heaven Realm, so it will decline as soon as it declines.

Han Muye reached out and tapped a wisp of sword energy on the scroll in front of him, leaving his own mark.

Sun Jinshi tore apart the scroll, divided it into two, put away one, and solemnly handed the other to Han Muye before leaving the flying boat.

Han Muye put down the scroll and closed his eyes to practice.

Ten days later, the flying boat returned to Jiuxuan Mountain.

This time, more than a thousand disciples returned with him.

"Boom—"

"Boom—"

"Boom—"

"Boom—"

"Boom—"

"Boom—"

The bell rang six times.

Han Muye was wearing a black robe, holding a broken sword in both hands, standing in front of the Nine Profound Sword Gate.

The suzerain Jin Ze, who looked quite old, led the elders and disciples of the Nine Profound Sword Sect to stand in line.

"In the battle at Yunchao Ridge, Lu Hao, the Supreme Elder of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, used his body to stop the demon, sacrificed himself fearlessly, and returned with his sword today."

Han Muye shouted loudly, and it spread throughout Jiuxuan Mountain.

He raised his head and looked at the mountain gate of Nine Profound Sword Gate.

The four big characters of "Nine Profound Sword Gate" shine brightly.

This mountain gate represents a group of sword cultivators.

A group of journalists to keep warm, a group of practitioners who pursue kendo, and a group of practitioners with a sword in their hearts.

Life and death are important, friendship is important.

The way in the heart is more important.

When Lu Hao helped Han Muye resist the big monster, he only said, "If you want to kill my disciple of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, have you asked me, the Supreme Elder of the Nine Profound Sword Sect?"

That's all.

After hundreds of years of practice, he sacrificed his life.

This is the sword cultivator.

Apart from life and death, there is only one sword.

This sword is in the hand and in the heart.

The sword breaks, the body dies, and the heart does not regret.

There may be calculations, strife, and indifference in the sword gate, but at this moment, everyone has a sword in their hearts.

"Welcome the sword into the sword pavilion—"

Jin Ze shouted, took a step forward, holding Lu Hao's saber with both hands, and there was a sparkling water vapor surging in his eyes.

Han Muye who gave the sword turned around and walked towards the Jiange.

"Welcome Elder Lu Hao back—"

Behind him, the disciples of Jinmai bowed towards Broken Sword, and some of them were already sobbing.

This is practice.

This is the world of practitioners.

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Back at the Jiange, Lu Gao, Lin Shen, Yang Mingxuan and others all came to meet him.

Han Muye looked at the crowd, but didn't speak.

Everyone stood in front of the Jiange, silent.

Brother Six, Han Muye didn't bring it back.

Gao Xiaoxuan didn't come back either.

Although Huang Lao Liu did not fall, it is almost impossible for him to become a great demon, and his soul will finally recover.

Even if he can regain his spirit of clarity, if he goes out of bounds, is there still a chance to come back?

Anyway, in Xijiang, there is no legend of returning from the outside world.

not even one.

Han Muye's eyes fell on Yang Mingxuan, he reached out and patted his shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Sect Master Yang said, you don't need to collect his body."

"One day, you can go and take back the position of the suzerain of Mingshan Sword Sect."

Yang Mingxuan gritted his teeth, his eyes were red, and he nodded heavily.

Han Muye waved his hand, walked into the Jiange, walked up to the third floor of the Jiange step by step, and then sat behind the long desk, looking up at the window.

He sat for three days.

For three days, don't move, don't speak.

Three days later, he got up and walked down the stairs, and appeared on the first floor of Jiange.

"Senior Brother Han has come down. It just so happens that Brother Lu is going to prepare a table of good dishes." Jiang Ming, who was sitting behind the long table, shouted.

At the door, Lu Gao paused, turned around and ran in big strides.

Han Muye walked to the side of the long desk and stretched out his hand to unfold the books on the table.

In the book, there are densely packed records of sending the sword back.

From Fengshou Mountain to Yunchao Ridge, there are as many as a thousand disciples who fell from the Nine Profound Sword Gate.

Among them, Han Muye saw many familiar names.

Lu Yizeng.

Sun Dayong.

Tao Shiwu.

...

Lu Hao.

"The suzerain personally placed the elder's saber on the second floor of the Jiange temporarily." Jiang Ming looked at Han Muye and said in a low voice.

In the sword pavilion, except for Han Muye, no one else is qualified to receive the sword weapon of the Supreme Elder.

Kanazawa personally sent the sword to the second floor for placement.

Han Muye nodded and closed the book.

Lu Gao came back quickly.

Liu Hong, who got the news from nowhere, also followed.

Everyone sat around the small table, looking at the dishes on the table, but no one did anything.

This table is full, Huang Laoliu and Gao Xiaoxuan are missing.

Han Muye reached out, took out a small gourd, and filled the wine glasses in front of everyone.

"In the future, I, Han Muye, will go to the sky to find Sixth Brother and Gao Xiaoxuan and return."

Han Muye picked up the wine glass and drank it down.

"I, Lu Gao, must go to the sky and return to find Sixth Brother and Gao Xiaoxuan."

"I, Lin Shen, will go beyond the sky and find Sixth Brother and Gao Xiaoxuan to return."

...

Everyone put the wine in their mouths, but they didn't taste a trace of wine.

This wine is just a glass of water.

Back then, Lu Shi used water in exchange for Li San's sad wine.

Li San did not return to the Nine Profound Sword Gate.

Together with Zhao Youzhi, she led Jiang Han and a few others to Zhongzhou with Lu Xiaoyun.

According to Lu Xiaoyun, she abducted him.

Han Muye understood that whether it was Li San or Zhao Youzhi, their talents in sword practice were extraordinary.

In the battle at Yunchao Ridge, after witnessing the crushing of great monks, the desire for cultivation and combat power in my heart reached the extreme.

Leaving Xijiang and going to Zhongzhou, the holy land of practice, they will have the opportunity to step into a realm that they could not imagine before.

Han Muye was very happy that they had such a choice.

Well, Zhongzhou, he will go too.

After drinking a few sips of water and wine, the dishes on the table remained unchanged.

Watching Lu Gao and Liu Hong tidy up the tables, chairs and dishes, Han Muye suddenly understood Elder Jiange's feelings back then.

Practice will eventually lead you farther and farther away from the mortal world.

He himself, I am afraid that he will rarely go downstairs to eat these ordinary foods in the future.

Turning around to the third floor of the sword pavilion, sitting cross-legged, Han Muye's body was filled with auras of sword energy.

At this time, in his divine treasure, there was a soul sword energy.

This soul sword energy was left by Mo Shenghua, the senior of Jiange, and it is extremely powerful.

In the sea of ​​qi, there are still nineteen sword intents.

Two of them have become extremely powerful sword forces.

In the dantian, 90% of the power of all the immortal pills was consumed, and the remaining power expanded his dantian space.

A spiritual vortex is slowly spinning.

The nine-story cloud platform, the first floor is almost filled with aura.

Three sword pills floated up and down, and a sword intent suppressed them.

The first level of spiritual energy foundation building is about to reach the second level.

Just relying on the power of the elixir pills remaining in the dantian, you can reach the second level of foundation building very quickly without practicing.

The strength of body training has not changed much, but after repeated battles, the strength of muscles and bones has also improved a little.

Thinking of the strength of his muscles and bones, Han Muye raised his hand, holding a severed arm in his palm.

The severed arm was shriveled, only a layer of grayish black armor was left, with dark golden bones protruding from it.

Demon arm bone.

The reason why Han Muye left this amputated arm bone was to use this bone to practice his body training technique.

The light in his palm flickered, and a layer of flame rose.

This is the art of refining.

The moment the flame rose, another sword energy came out, surrounding the arm bone.

The art of alchemy with sword energy.

He raised his hand and a sword box fell in front of him.

This sword box contains the two swords of Qingming and Ziyan.

Han Muye waved his hand, and the flames wrapped the sword box together.

The arm bone of the demon turned into a golden streamer, which landed on the sword box and slowly merged into it.

After the flame dissipated, there were many golden marks on the sword box.

Holding the sword case with both hands and carrying it behind his back, Han Muye grinned slightly.

A depressive force penetrated into the body from the sword box.

This power continuously merged into his body, grinding his muscles, bones and blood vessels.

Carrying the sword box on the body all the time can play the role of non-stop exercise.

The strength of this demon's arm bones is enough for him to refine his physical strength to the extreme without worrying about it.

After refining the sword box, Han Muye took a deep breath, and his hands were filled with light, arousing the power of his own sword intent.

"Om—"

The sword intent in his dantian turned into a blue sword light, and three sword pills lined up beside him.

Flipping his hands, a cyan, tattered and rusted iron umbrella fell in front of him.

As soon as the iron umbrella appeared, it seemed that it wanted to fly away unwillingly.

magic treasure.

It is equivalent to the existence of magic weapon.

Such treasures, if envoys are done, even the heavenly realm can kill them.

If Master Tu Sun had such a treasure in his hand, the Great Demon of the Southern Wilderness would have weighed it up.

"Om—"

The three sword pills turned into stars, swaying the sword light and covering the iron umbrella.

The iron umbrella vibrated, and streaks of black devilish energy rose from it.

The blue sword light on Han Muye's head pressed down, but was swung away by the devilish energy.

He tried several methods, but he couldn't dispel the devilish energy in the iron umbrella.

Han Muye understood that it was because his cultivation was not enough.

normal.

In the Jiange, the resentment and heavy swords were collected, and they had to be suppressed and worn down slowly, let alone this magic treasure?

Surrounded by the sword light on his body, Han Muye's halo circulated in his hand, leading the iron umbrella, he walked down the third floor and went straight to the middle of the first floor of the Jiange Pavilion.

A golden light flashed, and his figure disappeared in place.

When he reappeared, he was already in a quiet room with a radius of two feet.

Here is the basement floor of Jiange.

That is the place where the white fox was suppressed.

It is also where His Excellency Feng Zhenjian's space passage is located.

At the beginning, Huang Laoliu had been cultivating here.

This quiet room was empty, with only one small case, and a wooden frame in front of the small case.

Han Muye put the iron umbrella on the wooden stand, and a golden light fell directly on the iron umbrella, suppressing the magic light on it.

This golden light is driven by the power of countless swords in the Jiange. The power is so strong that the magic energy on the iron umbrella "sizzling" sounds, as if it has been eroded by force.

With such tempering, it doesn't take long for the demon energy to dissipate.

Taking a look at the golden iron umbrella, Han Muye turned around and looked at the small case in front of him.

On the small case, there was a palm-sized box and a wooden comb.

Lu Xiaoyun said that she came to the Jiange to investigate, but did not touch anything in the Jiange.

The things in the Jiange are related to Wenxiang, and she cannot move them.

Han Muye looked at the wooden box on the small case, there was a hidden button at the opening and a small hole.

He raised his hand, pulled out the small black sword stuck in his hair, and gently inserted it into the small hole.

"Click."

The hidden lock of the wooden box is opened.

Reaching out to open the wooden box, there were two knotted strands of hair in it, and beside it, there was a yellowed paper roll.

Gently spread out the scroll, and on it is a line of clear and meaningful characters.

"Green silk and white hair, will accompany you for thousands of years."