Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Seeing Coach Lin Shenlin again, Han Muye almost didn't recognize him.

Formerly tall and sturdy, with a proud face, Coach Lin was now thin, unshaven, with sunken eyes and protruding cheekbones.

The military uniform was put on his body, empty, as if it was about to float.

"Teacher Lin, you..."

Han Muye felt some remorse in his heart.

If it weren't for the fact that he was busy, Coach Lin would still be the same Coach Lin, drawing thousands of swords and breaking rocks and destroying mountains.

But just a few words of his own destroyed his Dao heart and ruined the Dao he had insisted on for so many years.

Although he knew that after swinging his sword thousands of times, Lin Shen's Dao heart would still be shattered, but in the end, he could be immersed for a few more years, right?

"Hehe, I don't blame you." Lin Shen laughed, and a trace of blood appeared on his shriveled face.

"I just want to come and talk to you."

There was a faint smell of alcohol on Lin Shen's body.

Han Muye looked around, stepped out of the sword pavilion, and sat down on the stone steps.

According to the rules of the sword pavilion, you are not allowed to enter the sword pavilion unless you lead the sword.

Lin Shen sat beside him.

"Really, I don't blame you."

"I know, it's just a crazy idea."

Lin Shen sighed and looked into the distance.

"I just use this method to keep myself from thinking too much."

Han Muye nodded and said, "Teacher Lin, who told you this cultivation method?"

These methods are not only methods of ascetic cultivation, but also torment of xinxing.

The key point is that Lin Shen is not a fool.

What kind of person would make him believe it?

I am afraid that even if his master told him, he may not believe it all.

I remember that Lin Shen, Xu Ming and Zhao Pu are all from the same family, so Lin Shen is also a disciple of Sanshizhai.

Tuoba has become a man of arrogance, so Lin Shen should not be allowed to practice any tricks of swinging his sword.

"It's my big brother."

Lin Shen gave the answer directly.

"You just came to the sect, and you don't know the reputation of my eldest brother Lin Chongxiao."

"Master Sanshizhai has no direct lineage so far, it is because of my eldest brother."

Lin Shen's voice was low and he said softly, "Back then, my eldest brother entered the inner door as the number one outside the door, and challenged 12 games in one day, and went straight to the front of the inner door."

"Master accepted him as a true disciple, and said that within ten years, he would be cultivated into a direct line of soil and stone."

The direct disciple is qualified to become a sect elder.

Every direct disciple, without incident, will step into the situation.

There are very few disciples of the Five Veins of the Nine Profound Sword Sect who can become a direct descendant.

"Then, your eldest brother..." Han Muye whispered, "Has he become a direct disciple?"

Although there are some things that are hard to ask, you still have to ask them out.

How could Han Muye have not heard of the fame of the lineage?

Haven't heard it, of course not.

"Twelve years ago, during the battle at Lieyao Valley, my Sword Sect surpassed the Tailing Sword Sect and became the third of the four major sword sects."

"Master Tuobacheng opened the mountain with a sword of Dacheng sword intent, hurt Hu Taisheng, the elder of the Demon Valley, and killed Qin Ci, the elder Qin Ci who has the most chance to achieve the Golden Core Realm."

A halo flashed in Lin Shen's eyes.

Han Muye seemed to see countless sword cultivators rush to kill, and the sword light smashed the sky and shattered mountains and rivers.

Sword repair, repair is the first line of heaven.

This heavenly secret was captured by the sword in the palm of his hand.

Fight with people, fight with God.

"In that battle, my Jianmen fell to three realm deacon elders and seven true disciples."

"Master's sword intent was severely damaged, and it has not been restored for twelve years."

"My eldest brother, he, is one of the seven true legends that have fallen."

The muscles on Lin Shen's face twitched, and tears flashed from the corners of his eyes.

Holding back the sadness in his heart, he took a deep breath.

"At that time, I was in front of my eldest brother, and he asked the master to accept me as a disciple."

"Then tell me, swing a sword ten thousand times, crack rocks and destroy mountains."

Putting the big sword sloping behind his back on his knees, Lin Shen rubbed his palms on the hilt of the scabbard.

"My aptitude is far worse than my big brother..."

"I just want to cultivate hard all the way, and one day, I can cultivate to the realm that my elder brother said."

Speaking of this, he shook his head and chuckled: "Brother Han, thank you for waking me up."

"I should accept my fate."

Saying that, he stood up and looked up at the words "Jiange" above his head.

"I don't practice swords anymore."

"I brought this big brother's saber out of the sword pavilion back then, and now, I'm returning it."

Reluctantly, he stroked the long sword again, he held it in both hands and handed it to Han Muye.

Han Muye stood up, pondered for a moment, and caught the long sword.

He stretched out his hand to hold the long sword he once held, and pulled out the long sword with a sound of "Cang Clang".

"The body of the sword is unscathed and maintained meticulously."

"I received a sword from a swordsman disciple today."

Lin Shen's eyes fell on the long sword, then took a breath, turned and left.

"Teacher Lin, if you don't practice swords, where will you go?"

Han Muye asked aloud.

"go home."

"My little sister's cultivation talent is better than mine. I'd better go home to inherit the family and be a rich man."

Lin Shen swayed and strode away.

Knowing that his back disappeared on the mountain road, Han Muye just turned around.

Standing at the entrance of the sword pavilion, Lu Gao's eyes fell on the long sword held in Han Muye's hands.

"Senior Brother Han, I have heard the story of Lin Chongxiao."

"Three Stones Green Tiger has a great reputation."

Han Muye nodded.

Lu Gao carefully glanced at Han Muye's face, and then said in a low voice, "Sometimes you really have to accept your fate for things like cultivation."

"In my life, I never thought I could become an outer disciple."

He cracked his mouth and put his hand on his chest: "I just want to make more money. When I get older, I can go down the mountain, marry a wife, have a few kids, and then let them go up the mountain to practice."

Han Muye looked up at him.

"That, Senior Brother Han, you have a great chance, great talent, you will definitely be able to go all the way." Remembering that Han Muye was unable to worship at the Sword Sect due to his lack of qualifications, Lu Gao quickly changed his words.

Compared to his aptitude, Han Muye was not necessarily as high as him.

He gave up, what about Han Muye?

"Brother Lu, cultivation is not difficult." Han Muye said softly, then walked directly into the sword pavilion without waiting for Lu Gao to answer.

Holding the long sword in his hand, he walked towards the depths of the wooden sword step by step.

Although this sword is not a spiritual weapon, it is a heavy sword with a lot of spiritual materials.

Walking to an empty wooden frame, he placed his long sword on it.

Looking at this heavy sword, Han Muye seemed to see a young sword cultivator with a sword energy soaring into the sky, watching him sweep across the outer door with one strike, and watch him straight into the inner door with one strike.

He watched the young man shine, and then watched him fall in a bloody battle.

Unconsciously, Han Muye's palm fell on the hilt of the sword.

A picture came to his mind.

The sturdy coach Lin wielded his long sword, slashing and slashing with one sword, each sword using his strength.

Xuanyuan swordsmanship cracks the stone.

A profound swordsmanship, destroying mountains.

Han Muye had seen this scene before.

Holding the sword hilt tightly, in his sea of ​​anger, the broken sword qi poured into it.

"Om-"

The long sword vibrated.

A sword.

ten.

hundred ways.

Thousands!

"boom--"

The image in Han Muye's mind suddenly exploded, and then, a young man holding a big sword, standing as tall and straight as a peak, stood there.

"Chongxiao in Xialin, meet fellow Daoists."

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