Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The question of the elders of Jiange is not easy to answer.

You can't answer indiscriminately, and you can't answer truthfully.

"Elder, I originally wanted to be able to enter the sect to practice. I don't know the role of the swordsman in the sword pavilion. It's a terrible job."

Han Muye took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

Knowing that being a sword watcher almost lost his life, he really wouldn't come to the sword pavilion.

Elder Jiange did not speak, waiting for him to continue.

"Later, when I wiped the sword, there was sword energy entering my body, that taste..."

Han Muye tried his best to recall Mo Yuan's expression at that time.

The corners of his mouth are raised, the corners of his eyes are raised, and his fingers are moved.

obscene.

At that time, Mo Yuan said that the taste was like double cultivation.

"Cough, just because of this, you absorbed so much sword energy and almost exhausted your lifespan?" The elder of the sword pavilion seemed to be unable to resist Han Muye's expression, and asked with a light cough.

Of course it can't be.

Introducing sword qi into the body is an accident, and if you indulge in it, your mind is not strong.

Jian Xiu, how can you not be firm?

Be hard and firm.

"Back to the elders, I practiced a swordsmanship under the outer door Mo Yuan's sect."

"It's called Wanjian Guizong."

Han Muye stood up and looked straight ahead.

"Wan Jian returns to the sect? Outer sect disciple?" The elder Jiange showed a strange look on his face.

"Do you need sword energy to enter the body to repair this sword?"

"An outer disciple, I'm afraid he hasn't condensed yet, right?"

There is no condensed gas, I know that the sword gas of a fart enters the body.

Hearing his words, Han Muye shook his head with admiration in his eyes.

"Master Mo Yuan watched the three ancestors of the sword pavilion take action. One sword was in the air, and ten thousand men were invincible. Ten thousand swords were gathered in one body. I felt it. It took two hundred years to finally create this ten thousand swords."

Behind one hand, pointing with the other, looking ahead, thousands of enemies, but one sword.

"Wan, sword, return, zong-"

Han Muye's fingers pointed forward, his eyes were full of light, as if sword energy was bursting out of his body.

The elders of the Jiange Pavilion seemed to be captured by his aura. After pondering for a long time, he nodded and said, "With two hundred years of work, the power of a single sword, this Mo Yuan has a bit of perseverance."

As if remembering something, he said lightly: "My senior Jiange shot, the power of a sword is indeed fascinating."

"Yes." Han Muye retracted his fingers and sat back in the seat.

Han Muye knew that his first test was over.

Sure enough, Elder Jiange did not ask Han Muye any other questions.

"The sword of condensing sword energy is somewhat similar to the inheritance of my sword pavilion." The elders of the sword pavilion spread out a volume of books in front of him, and then said lightly: "This is the art of raising swords, you take it back and understand it."

"If you don't understand, you can come and find me."

Keep a sword?

Han Muye stretched out his hand to take it.

"Raising the sword of the sword pavilion, nourishing the sword energy in the body, and on top of that, there is also the cultivation of the sword will in the heart, and the indestructible sword power..." The elder of the sword pavilion said this, and shook his head with a wry smile.

"Don't think too much, without thousands of years, you won't be able to cultivate that kind of situation."

"This is the same as the Wanjian Guizong created by your master Mo Yuan. It's all more fantasy than reality."

"In my sword pavilion, there is no one who can condense sword power."

For thousands of years, those in the sword pavilion who can live for more than a year are considered longevity.

Raising swords for thousands of years is indeed a bit fanciful.

"You can pass the level of sword qi entering the body, and I will teach you the technique of raising swords. Otherwise, the opportunity has not come, understand?"

When Han Muye went downstairs, the elder of the sword pavilion suddenly said.

Han Muye nodded.

Understand.

If you can enter the body with sword energy and not die, that is your own person.

If you die, you will die.

Back in the quiet room, Han Muye spread out the scroll in front of him.

This scroll is a yellowed silk cloth, with thick handwriting on it, and every stroke is like a sword engraving.

Raising the Sword.

There is not much content on it, but it only explains where the sword qi comes from and how to keep it warm.

Having seen the sword raising technique, Han Muye understands even more why the elders of the sword pavilion have to carry the sword energy into the body before teaching him this technique.

Without feeling the sword qi, without the deep feeling that the sword qi is poured into the heart, without an unspeakable involvement in the sword qi, it is impossible to cultivate the sword art at all.

The sword qi is sharpened and rounded, melted into the dantian, and the sword qi is used to cultivate the essence and condense the qi.

Crazy things like this can only be found in the inheritance of the sword pavilion.

To cultivate sword art, to build a foundation, you need to use sword qi as the foundation to survive the pain of sword qi scraping bones and condense into sword bones.

The body gathers sword bones and can raise sword intent.

As for the cultivation base of the environment, it is necessary to use the sword intent to connect the veins to enlighten the gods and form a sword core.

A sword qi is a pill, and the sword pill comes out, and thousands of swords and weapons all bow their heads.

In the sword raising formula, only the conjecture about forming a sword core is left.

The inheritance of the sword pavilion was repaired by the elders of the sword pavilion, but it was only condensed into half a sword bone.

From the founding of the Nine Profound Sword Sect to the present, no one in the sword pavilion has been able to complete the sword.

"This technique is very challenging..."

After reading the sword raising art, Han Muye showed a smile.

With this sword raising technique, it is easier to warm up the sword qi.

As for condensing the sword bone and forming the sword, although it is far away, as long as you think about it, it can make people's blood boil.

Cultivation I, of course, must become the strongest sword cultivator!

As if feeling his intentions, the eight sword intentions in the sea of ​​qi shook slightly.

Comprehend the art of raising swords.

Following the realization of the sword technique, traces of the sword energy scattered around Han Muye's body drifted into his body.

"hiss--"

Scrape the bone and cut the meat!

With a twisted face, Han Muye gritted his teeth and insisted.

This is the correct way of entering the body with sword qi.

The broken sword energy was light and thin, and after entering the body, every inch of the skin raged, and finally penetrated into the meridians.

This time, it was a hundred times more painful than before.

These uncontrolled sword qi pierced through the tendons and seemed to cut open all the meridians.

When a Zhou Tian revolved and all the sword qi fell into his dantian for a circle, and then merged into the sea of ​​​​qi, turning into a light blue sword qi that slowly rotated and nourished, Han Muye was already soaked.

If this sword energy enters the body, it will be tortured like this. If it is condensed into a sword energy, wouldn't it have to be tortured 128,000 times?

Han Muye somewhat admired those Sword Pavilion seniors.

Really masochists!

After investigating, he found that half of the spiritual energy in his dantian was absorbed by the sword energy.

This sword qi is still a big eater of spiritual qi.

However, he also found the difference between this sword qi and other sword qi.

This sword energy is clearly more agile and clear, and the connection with him seems to be more intimate.

Not daring to absorb more sword qi, he carried the sword qi back to the meridians according to the cultivation technique in the sword raising art, and walked between the dantian and the sea of ​​​​qi.

The sword qi left the qi sea, and Han Muye's expression changed.

"what……"

Cool!

At this time, the sword energy was as gentle as water, icy and moist, moving in the tendons, as if gently touching it with a small hand.

That taste.

Double repair.

Han Muye remembered the word.

The sword energy rushed into his dantian, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Pei Yuan.

Finally, this time, he stepped into the Peiyuan period with sword qi and truly embarked on the road of cultivation.

He slept soundly that night.

The next morning, Huang Laoliu looked at Han Muye with a strange look.

The two washed and practiced, and after breakfast, they sat in front of the long desk and closed their eyes.

This is the main business of Jiange.

Guard the sword pavilion.

"Senior brother, you can count as back to the sword pavilion."

At noon, a voice woke up Han Muye, who was sleeping with his eyes closed.

Opening his eyes, the master Su Zhen, who was wearing a white dress with a face like a peach blossom, was standing outside the sword pavilion.

Han Muye subconsciously turned his head and looked to his side.

Huang Laoliu narrowed his eyes.

"Jiange rules, non-Jiange people are not allowed to enter."

At the door, Bai Suzhen covered her mouth and smiled.

"This senior brother is really dedicated. I think you have a yellow face and a hunchback. There are several good medicines for waist treatment in my shop. Would you like to bring you a few?"

Huang Lao Liu's face changed from red to white, and he snorted coldly.

Sixth brother's waist, really not good?

Han Muye walked to the door and whispered, "Don't talk nonsense, why are you looking for me?"

Bai Suzhen smiled and said, "Of course I miss you—"

Before she could finish her sentence, Han Muye turned to leave, and Bai Suzhen hurriedly changed her words, "I want to do business with you!"