Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The two take charge of each side, draw the sword, wipe it, and then return the sword to its sheath.

As long as Han Muye rests his hand on the hilt of the sword, he can perceive the length and weight of the long sword and how to refine it.

Initially, he wiped very quickly.

The swords here were only refined, and there was not much information for him to comprehend.

Until the back, when he reached out to hold the hilt of a sword, he was shocked, and a picture fell into his mind.

A young swordsman wearing a green robe, with a sword rampant, carefree.

The sword light is like water, and the smoke waves are mighty.

Xuanyuan swordsmanship, clear water.

A cool breath penetrated Han Muye's body.

This time, he could clearly feel the cool breath circulating in his body, and then dissipated into his chest and abdomen.

What is this breath?

Curious in his heart, Han Muye raised his hand and drew another long sword.

Another screen appears.

An old man in a gray robe only cultivated one sword, and this sword shattered the wind and thunder, blocking the mountains.

"Zi Yan, it's finally time to say goodbye."

The old man whispered softly, and then a long sword ignited a prairie, burning a hundred miles of mountains and rivers.

When the cloud and smoke dissipated, the old man was no longer there, only a mottled long sword was there.

Five Profound Swordsmanship, Liaoyuan.

"boom--"

A tyrannical force suddenly poured into Han Muye's body, and the scorching aura of magma instantly ravaged his meridians, causing his whole body to convulse and tremble.

"Dang--"

The long sword fell to the ground, and the opposite Huang Laoliu rushed over.

"Han boy, what's wrong with you?"

Han Muye turned his head and grinned.

Then he intuited that the entire chest seemed to explode, and a force of flame penetrated into it.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, Han Muye's body softened and he collapsed to the ground.

...

In the fog, Han Muye heard Huang Laoliu's voice.

"Thank you old ancestor for taking action."

When he opened his eyes, in front of Han Muye, in addition to Huang Laoliu, there was an old man with white hair.

The old man held a mottled short sword in his hand, and it was the sword that Han Muye had drawn before.

"Although this sword is only of ordinary quality, it is the sword of Tao Ran's ancestor who rebelled at the beginning." Holding the short sword, the old man's face showed a strange look.

"Patriarch's sword?" Huang Laoliu was stunned, and hurriedly said: "Patriarch's sword, doesn't it contain sword intent—"

"Ancestor, is he okay with this injury?"

"The sword qi is in the heart, and if there is anything to do, watch him fortune." The old voice came.

The old man had a calm expression on his face. Seeing that Han Muye woke up, he put the short sword on the wooden stand, turned around and left.

Huang Laoliu shouted from behind, and then whispered: "Respectfully send the ancestors off."

Han Muye watched the old man walk up the stairs of the sword pavilion to the second floor and disappeared.

"Don't look at it, we are the three of us in Jiange."

"When you see him in the future, you can call the ancestor directly."

Huang Laoliu showed a hint of envy and longing on his face, and said softly: "Jiange Guanjian is a Jiazi, and the middle position of Jiuxuan Jianmen is the same as the Supreme Elder."

Ancestor?

In this sword pavilion, there has always been a third person?

Han Muye was stunned for a moment.

But think about it, in these three-story pavilions, he and Huang Laoliu are only responsible for the first floor, the second floor and the third floor, and naturally they need a stronger person to sit in.

"Sixth brother, didn't you say that it is difficult for a sword watcher to live for a year, and if he can live for ten years, is there a sect deacon?"

"This one, has lived a lifetime?"

It turned out that the sword-watcher can live for a period of time.

How did this guy survive?

Seeing Han Muye's expression, Huang Laoliu snorted and waved his hand: "Boy, don't think so much, your sword energy is in your chest and abdomen, it's hard to say if you can survive for three months."

Speaking of this, his expression softened slightly, looking at Han Muye: "If you want something to eat, something to drink—"

"If you want to do something, do it."

Picking up the sackcloth for wiping the long sword, Huang Lao Liu patted him on the shoulder and said, "Go and rest, I'll wipe the rest of the sword."

After he finished speaking, he sighed softly, and hunched over to the front of the wooden frame.

"Kuraga-"

The sound of the sword being drawn came.

Han Muye was a little bewildered.

You have only three months left to live?

Isn't it a good year?

Sword Qi into the chest and abdomen?

Sword Qi?

As soon as the thought moved, he was shocked, and a picture in his mind exploded instantly.

At this time, he saw the picture in his chest and abdomen.

A group of crimson flames tumbling in a radius of ten feet, surrounded by cyan clouds, grayish-yellow rustic, and a clear spring like fog.

Then, in the empty space around, there are traces of faint breath, which are constantly intertwined and intertwined.

Is this the sword energy?

Where are these sword qi?

In the next instant, he had already sensed that these sword qi were all gathered in an empty and illusory space.

This space is indeed in his heart.

The sword qi entered his heart, did he really die soon?

Thoughts moved, those sword qi moved slightly.

Han Muye could feel the emotions and grievances coming from these sword qi.

Sword Qi, have emotions?

Wronged?

Could it be that these sword qi are trying to tell him that it has nothing to do with them whether he can live for more than three months?

Sure enough, with Han Muye's thoughts, those sword qi shook again.

So spiritual!

Han Muye sighed softly in his heart.

As if feeling his admiration, those sword qi jumped up and down, as if they were cheerful.

As soon as the sword qi moved, Han Muye could feel that all the limbs and bones in his body were surging with power.

A trace of sword energy passed through the illusory space and traveled through the meridians of his body.

The fiery red sword qi brought scorching heat, making him feel warm all over, and the earthy yellow sword qi made his muscles and bones feel endless power.

The cyan sword energy seemed to urge his body to grow, and the cold sword energy, like water vapor, wandered through the body, calming his mind.

Do these sword qi really hurt you?

Han Muye slowly got up and looked at the surrounding wooden frame.

At this moment, he seemed to see every sword calling to him.

Every sword here seems to be close to him.

How could such a sword qi hurt himself?

As soon as his mind moved, the empty and illusory space dissipated, and all the sword energy in his body came together like a trickling stream.

"Kid Han, in two days, you can go to the inner door to find a body training method to practice." From the wooden frame in front, Huang Laoliu's voice came.

Exercises?

Han Muye nodded.

Indeed, he now needs to cultivate a practice.

He has learned a lot of swordsmanship from all kinds of swords, but he has no skills.

If you don't practice swordsmanship, you'll have nothing to do with your old age?

"Also, go to the Pill Hall tomorrow to buy two solid pills. This will make you live longer." Huang Lao Liu glanced at him, and Han Muye said softly.

Han Muye nodded, stretched out his hand to touch his warm chest, and asked curiously, "Sixth brother, I heard Coach Lin say that my Nine Profound Sword Sect has a Heavenly Realm powerhouse in charge?"

"That old ancestor, is it a powerhouse in the realm of heaven?"

Heaven, what is it like?

"Fuck, he put gold on Jiu Xuan Jianmen's face." Huang Lao Liu sighed in disgust.

"My Nine Profound Sword Sect, I don't have a Nascent Soul Realm."

Nascent Soul Realm is the first layer of Heaven Realm. Without Nascent Soul Realm, where would Heaven Realm come from?

Is Coach Lin really talking nonsense?

But seeing him yesterday, he is a simple and honest man.

"Don't mention my Nine Profound Sword Sect, there are only three ancestors in the Nascent Soul Stage in the Western Border."

Huang Lao Liu snorted.

There are only three heavenly realms in the Western Border?

Han Muye thought that this world was full of heaven and earth, and the situation was not as good as a dog.

Yesterday, I was inspired by Coach Lin, and I felt that the Nine Profound Sword Sect was so tyrannical. It turned out that it was just like that.

Huang Lao Liu's voice came again: "But that guy is not lying to you."

"Although I don't have the Heavenly Realm in the Nine Profound Sword Sect, there are several consummates who form a pill, half-step Nascent Soul, plus the power of the Nine Profound Sword on the third floor of the Jiange Pavilion, they can still be undefeated in a battle with the Heavenly Realm."

Speaking of this, Huang Laoliu stuck his head out from the wooden frame and said in a low voice, "It is said that there is a divine sword on the third floor of the sword pavilion. With this sword, the heaven can be fought."

In the sword pavilion, is there such a treasure?

Han Muye's expression changed.

"Those treasures are not easy to use."

"Jiange Guanjian will not die for a period of time, and the whole body will be condensed with unforged sword energy, so that this sword can be stimulated with a hundred breaths."

Speaking of this, Huang Laoliu's face was slightly dim, but there was a hint of heroism: "Within a hundred breaths, you can fight the heavens."

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