Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The Three Qin Sword Sect happened.

Han Muye nodded.

Back then, he killed so many people from the Three Qin Sword Sect with one sword, including disciples of the Tailing Sword Sect.

Later, Jianzhantang went to investigate, and the matter would definitely come to light.

"Since it is an outing mission, where danger is inevitable, it is indeed necessary to choose a suitable sword."

Han Muye looked at the bowed outer disciples, and then pointed at one of them.

"You first demonstrate the swordsmanship you practice on weekdays, and I'll see what kind of sword is suitable for you."

The disciple who was named by Han Muye was stunned for a moment, and then handed over in surprise: "My name is Sun Dayong, and I meet Brother Han."

Saying that, he pulled out the iron sword in his hand, made a starting gesture, and then waved it.

The other disciples hurriedly stepped back, making way for the small space.

Maybe he was dancing his sword in front of Han Muye, or maybe there were inner disciples watching. Although Sun Dayong was very serious, his swordsmanship looked really miserable.

When he finished the sword dance, he was a little embarrassed and stood there at a loss.

"If you want speed, you don't have speed, you want strength, but you can't keep up with your eyes and changes. How dare you participate in the expedition and suppression mission at this level?" Zhao Youzhi's side, an inner disciple with a long sword in his hand said coldly. .

Sun Dayong's face was blushing and he didn't dare to look up.

This assessment is fair.

Han Muye also agreed.

It's just that people are here to lead the sword, can he comment on that?

The sixth brother has all collected the spirit stone, so he naturally has to think of a way.

Sitting in front of the long desk, Han Muye tapped the table with his finger.

On the first floor of the entire Jiange, there was only a slow tapping sound of "dong dong dong".

Picture after picture circulated in Han Muye's mind. Sun Dayong's sword practice was magnified, and then repeated every move.

Comprehend Xuanyuan swordsmanship, wrong wood.

After realizing the swordsmanship, the picture in Han Muye's mind changed again, and it wasn't Sun Dayong's slow-moving appearance.

Every move is straight, the strength and speed change, and the sword light is much more magnificent.

This swordsmanship is not bad. It needs some assistance, as well as corrections to the swordsmanship.

Sun Dayong, who was standing there, was uneasy and couldn't help but look up.

"In this way, on the left hand side, the thirty-first wooden frame, the third row, the fifth sword."

Han Muye suddenly spoke up.

Sun Dayong hurried over, followed the mark, took the sword, and held it in his arms.

At this moment, he seemed to put all his hopes on Han Muye's guidance.

It seemed that the sword that Han Muye helped him choose must be the most suitable for him.

Seeing him like this, the inner disciples frowned.

Jian Xiu, without firmness of heart, how can it be accomplished?

"This sword is called Luo Ye, it is three feet, one inch and six points long, the blade is one inch and four points wide, and the blood groove in the middle is half an inch deep."

"The sword weighs thirteen catties and five taels, and the hilt is wrapped in rosewood."

"This sword is very suitable for wood vein swordsmanship. It is not heavy, and it does not win with speed. The most important thing is to be calm."

When Sun Dayong walked back with his sword in his arms, Han Muye opened his mouth.

Every time he said a word, the faces of everyone in the sword pavilion became more surprised.

This sword watcher can actually remember the weight and length of any sword in the sword pavilion?

Even, he can even tell the advantages and disadvantages of the sword refining method.

The expression on Sun Dayong's face became more and more pleasant, and he held the sword even tighter.

"This sword can exert 100% of your swordsmanship power. You practice it again, and the movement is three points faster. Don't look up when the sword is out, just look at it from the corner of the eye."

"Also, your wrist doesn't seem to be strong enough. First, tie the hilt and wrist with cloth strips."

Han Muye then spoke up.

In the sword pavilion, Huang Laoliu turned to look at him and muttered a few words.

Sun Dayong had no doubts about what Han Muye said, and hurriedly followed suit.

Zhao Youzhi and others on the side stopped choosing swords, staring at Sun Dayong and wrapping his wrists.

What Han Muye just said made sense to these inner disciples.

Although they can see the shortcomings of Sun Dayong's sword moves, they can't really give pointers.

Hearing what Han Muye said at this time, he immediately felt as if the sun was breaking through the clouds.

"Kuraga-"

When the long sword was unsheathed, Sun Dayong stabbed his sword without raising his head.

This sword is three points faster than before.

Just these three points made the sword move completely different from before.

An icy murderous aura instantly filled the air.

"Thorn-"

The long sword swept across, and the cold light it brought up made Jiang Han and others retreat subconsciously.

Sun Dayong also felt the change in his sword moves. Every sword was extremely attentive, paying attention to the combination of Dao and speed.

After the twelve strokes of the wrong wooden swordsmanship was completed, the sword pavilion was silent.

Sun Dayong held the sword, bowed deeply towards Han Muye, then took a few steps back, turned to look at Jiang Han and the others behind him, and grinned silently.

He could feel himself transformed.

Looking at Sun Dayong, who seemed to have a strange temperament standing there, Zhao Youzhi was shocked.

He remembered what his master said.

"I'm waiting for the sword to be repaired, and of course I have to trust the sword in my hand."

"If you have a sword in your hand, you have a sword in your heart."

"At that time, it was the beginning of sword cultivation."

Sun Dayong at this time, didn't he have a sword in his hand and a sword in his heart?

"There is a sword in my hand, and a sword in my heart." Zhao Youzhi whispered to himself, his eyes shining brightly.

"Senior brother, my name is Tao Shiwu, and I repair Xuanyuan swordsmanship notch."

"Senior brother, I, I cultivate willow leaves."

"Brother..."

The rest of the outer disciples rushed forward, bowed to Han Muye, and spoke excitedly.

Han Muye smiled and waved his hands, "Don't worry, come one by one."

...

Half an hour later, Jiang Han gratefully led the brothers to bow to Han Muye, and then strode out of the sword pavilion.

At this time, on the first floor of the sword pavilion, apart from Han Muye and Huang Laoliu, there were only Zhao Youzhi and the other inner disciples.

Several people looked at each other.

Just now, Han Muye helped Sun Dayong and the others choose swords and instruct them on swordsmanship.

After Han Muye's instruction, every outer disciple's swordsmanship's killing power doubled.

Such means are not available to those deacon masters in the late foundation-building stage.

I am afraid that only the strong in the situation have such vision and insight.

Zhao Youzhi took a deep breath, stepped forward, and bowed towards Han Muye.

"Senior brother, I was wrong."

After speaking, he cupped his hands again and said, "Please help me choose a sword."

Taking a step forward, he placed a certificate of merit on the long case.

A piece of merit is worth a hundred spirit stones.

Huang Laoliu stared at the certificate of merit, unable to move it away.

Several other people also rushed forward, each handing a certificate of merit.

Compared with the combined long sword and swordsmanship instruction, what is a certificate of merit?

Six merit certificates are six hundred spirit stones.

Huang Laoliu turned to look at Han Muye.

How does this guy make money like a robbery?

Looking at the merit certificate in front of him, Han Muye shook his head gently.

Zhao Youzhi and the others' faces sank.

Huang Lao Liu, who was just about to reach out, froze in midair.

"That, Brother Han, you are all from the same family. If you can help, you can help." Huang Lao Liu coughed softly and said in a low voice.

He couldn't bear the six hundred spirit stones!

Zhao Youzhi and others cast a grateful look at Huang Laoliu.

Han Muye lightly smiled and shook his head, "Let's go."

Before waiting for the despairing Zhao Youzhi and others to speak, Han Muye continued, "You guys have stayed in the sword pavilion for too long today. You need to choose a sword. Come back tomorrow."

tomorrow!

It's not that I reject myself, it's just because I've stayed for too long today, and my sword qi hurts my body!

Zhao Youzhi and others hurriedly bowed happily: "Thank you, brother, for reminding us, we will come back tomorrow."

There is nothing wrong with missing the sword today, as long as you can receive a long sword that can be used together, you can get the guidance of this senior Han, and it is worth waiting for a day.

Zhao Youzhi and the others left, Huang Laoliu collected the six pieces of meritorious deeds, then looked at Han Muye and looked up and down.

"Brother Han, why do you know so much about those swords? Also, how do you know these sword moves?"

Hearing his words, Han Muye leaned back and narrowed his eyes.

"Sixth brother, in the sword pavilion, we have to watch swords, people, and swordsmanship."

"This is it, the swordsman of the sword pavilion."

After speaking, he turned his head and looked at the layers of wooden frames.

"Every sword here is wiped by our own hands, they are like our children."

"Are you willing to put them in the wrong hands?"

It seems that in response to his words, in the sword pavilion, there was a loud roar.

xdm, this week is very important, it's up to you to be able to top it!

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