Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

"Name?"

"Jiang Han."

"Why take the sword?"

"Senior brother of the eighth era of the outer sect has been missing for a year. According to the rules of the sect, I am the first hundred and one of the outer sect, except for his qualifications in the top 100 of the outer sect."

Now make up for it, and it has become the 100th place in the outer door.

According to the rules of the Nine Profound Sword Gate, one hundred people in front of the outer gate are eligible to receive a Hundred Refinement Sword.

"One hundred outside doors." Han Muye muttered and closed the book registered in front of him.

The Nine Profound Sword Gate is one of the nine factions in the Western Border. It is the overlord of one side, with a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles under its control.

100 people outside the door, nothing.

But the 100 people from the outer sect stood out from the tens of thousands of outer sect disciples, and there were nearly 100,000 housekeepers below.

Above the outer sect, there are nearly 10,000 inner sect disciples, hundreds of elite disciples and dozens of direct descendants.

This is still the disciple generation, and there are deacons, hall masters, elders and other strong people on it.

Calculated like this, Han Muye, who has no cultivation base at present, and has a waste of spiritual roots, is probably the bottom of the entire Nine Profound Sword Sect.

"Ashamed, I only got into the outer door by chance."

Hearing Han Muye's muttering, Jiang Han blushed and spoke in a low voice.

As he spoke, he took out two more spirit stones from his arms and placed them on the table.

He is the last one among the disciples of the sword pavilion at the back of the crane.

At this time, five spirit stones will be credited?

Han Muye collected the spirit stone without a trace.

The young man talks about virtue. Han Muye laughed, then pointed to the wooden frame in front of him and said, "Go and choose a sword."

Hearing Han Muye's words, Jiang Han finally showed a happy expression.

I have long heard that the selection of swords in the sword pavilion can satisfy the sword watcher, and then they can get a good sword. If the sword watcher is not satisfied, they will even throw you a piece of broken copper and iron, but you don't deal with it.

Who dares to say that the swords in the sword pavilion are tattered?

Jiang Han walked quickly to the wooden frame, reached out to touch this and that, but did not dare to draw his sword.

The person who cultivates the sword pays attention to the edge of the sword.

If you draw a sword and watch it with a handle, and then put it back, you will hate the sword.

Other swords will not be close.

Han Muye didn't rush him, he put the five spirit stones in his pocket, which were very heavy and full.

It took me half a year to set up a stall to earn half a spirit stone, and only when a disciple came to lead the sword, he earned five spirit stones.

The errand of watching swordsmen is really fat and short.

Han Muye pondered, when would he have to invite Lu Gao, who helped him to find this job, for a drink.

Turning to see that Jiang Han hadn't made a choice yet, he raised his hand to pick up the small hammer on the table, and struck the small copper bell with a "dang" sound.

Hearing the bell, Jiang Han sighed slightly, took a few steps back reluctantly, and picked up the sword he had seen before.

Han Muye rang the bell not only to limit the time of the sword selection disciples, but also to protect them.

According to Huang Laoliu, these disciples who came to choose swords have cultivated good sword skills and need to warm up their sword qi.

There are countless sword qi in the sword pavilion, these disciples have been in it for a long time, and the sword qi intrusion will disrupt their cultivation.

This is also the reason why the swordsmen of the sword pavilion are not selected from the disciples in the sect.

Those who cultivate swords stay in the sword pavilion for a long time, and their cultivation will be abolished.

Jiang Han held the long sword and handed it to Han Muye.

The sword watcher must register each sword that is taken away, and the swords that are collected must also be registered.

Taking the long sword, Han Muye grabbed the hilt and drew it lightly.

"Kuraga-"

The long sword is unsheathed, and the blue light is cold.

There are small seal inscriptions on the blade and edge of the sword.

"Light and shadow." Jiang Han said in a low voice, a hint of joy flashed across his face.

A sword that can leave a name is mostly a good boutique.

"Number 395874, sword name Guangying."

After registering, Han Muye paused and said in a low voice, "The sword is three feet, five inches and seven cents long, and weighs fifteen pounds, sixty-two or seven cents."

"The blade is one-fifth an inch wide, and the spine is three-thirds thick."

...

Jiang Han looked at Han Muye in surprise.

Just holding it just now, the sword watcher in front of him understood all the information about this light and shadow sword?

When Han Muye handed back the long sword, Jiang Han reached out and took out the long sword, looking at it carefully.

Gently pulling a few sword flowers and wielding a few skilled sword moves, he felt that what Han Muye said was really not bad at all.

It is said that the sword pavilion swordsman is mysterious and weird, and it seems that this is true.

Jiang Han put his long sword back in its sheath, handed over to Han Muye, turned and walked outside the sword pavilion.

As long as he walks out of this door, the sword is his.

"Wait a moment."

Suddenly, Han Muye's voice came from behind.

Jiang Han tightened his grip on the sword and turned to look at Han Muye nervously.

"This, Senior Brother, is there any formalities that have not been completed yet?"

The five spirit stones had been given away, and the sword had already been received. Jiang Han felt that he would not be able to deal with the sword-watchers in Jiange for a long time.

"I think it's better for you to change to a sword."

Han Muye looked at Jiang Han and spoke lightly.

"Why?" Jiang Han frowned.

The five spiritual stones are also more than half of the net worth of the outer disciples.

Lingshi is a thing that is necessary for daily practice, and no one is too much.

Could it be that the sword watcher in front of him still wants to strike again?

"The sword move you cultivated is not a vigorous one. This sword is a little heavier for you."

Han Muye sat in front of the long desk, and gently moved his fingers on the table.

It's heavy?

Holding the long sword, Jiang Han felt it slightly, and the expression on his face changed.

A sword that is out of hand is a matter of life and death for a sword cultivator.

If Han Muye hadn't pointed it out, he really didn't care, this sword was a little heavier for him.

At this time, I felt a little heavy when I lifted it in my hand and weighed it.

"Also, given your height and arm length, the sword you use should be three feet one inch. This sword is long."

long!

Holding the long sword tightly, Jiang Han's palm trembled slightly.

No wonder his movements were slightly deformed when he retracted his sword just now.

Originally, he thought it was the reason why the sword didn't work well with him enough.

He remembered what the outer sect sword skill instructor said when he first entered the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

The sword is the second life of the person who cultivates the sword, and must live with it.

To know your own sword, you can live long.

He thought that he had been practicing swords for several years, and he was in front of the outer door, full of confidence, and a person who knew swords.

However, Han Muye was reminded by a few words that he was covered in cold sweat.

You are an idiot and don't know anything!

Reaching out his hand and pulling out the remaining five spirit stones in his pocket, Jiang Han bowed to Han Muye, "Please teach me, senior brother!"

Stupid is a bit stupid, but it is quite good.

Han Muye put away the five spirit stones, and then stretched his finger to the wooden frame in front of him.

"The third row, the seventh handle, Qinghe."

Jiang Han hurriedly walked over, put the light and shadow sword back to its original place, then found the third row, and reached out to hold the seventh sword.

"The sword is three feet and one inch long, weighs ten pounds and three or two to five cents. The sword's edge has a double-sided blood tank, and it has a scream when swinging the sword. It is just right for your sword move."

When Han Muye's voice came, Jiang Han slowly drew his sword.

Holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, he has a sense of qi and blood connected to it.

Don't look at it, this sword is what you want!

"Your sword skills mainly attack the opponent's chest, abdomen, and neck. You need to be three points faster when you use the sword. You can't straighten the sword when you retract it. You need to stretch it out."

"Also, remember, when you take out the sword, you will have the habit of clasping the hilt with your thumb, which is deadly."

Han Muye leaned back on the big chair and said lightly, "Is this a bonus?"

Jiang Han clenched his sword tightly, bowed towards Han Muye, and gently exited the sword pavilion.

After retreating to the bottom of the ninth floor, he straightened his waist, let out a long sigh of relief, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the shining word "Jiange" above his head.

"Today's ten spiritual stones are really worth the cost."

Jiang Han's eyes were full of light, and his face was full of surprises.

"Several senior brothers in the inner door can't tell the drawbacks of my sword move, but this sword watcher can see through it at a glance."

"I have always felt that my sword was not smooth, but I couldn't find the reason. It turned out that when the sword was drawn, the gesture was wrong."

Turning around and striding away, Jiang Han had an indescribable rising of fighting spirit.

"Retreat and practice diligently to get rid of malpractices, I have the confidence to step into the front of the outer door within 80!"

In the sword pavilion, Han Muye closed his eyes slightly, and the sword lights circulated in his mind.

The swordsman still looks like Jiang Han, but that sword light is not known how many times stronger.

"Xuanyuan swordsmanship, Dumu."

After comprehending another sword technique, the corners of Han Muye's mouth twitched slightly.

He likes the errand of watching the swordsman.

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