Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

After Huang Laoliu finished speaking, the whole person froze there.

His daisy face was shyly red, he turned his head and stared at Han Muye, but did not dare to look down the stone steps.

"Cough, sixth brother, I bought this sword myself."

Han Muye tapped the sword in Lu Qingping's hand with his chin.

Huang Laoliu turned his head mechanically.

Lu Qingping hurriedly lowered her head and said softly, "I'm here to bring this sword."

Hearing her words, Han Muye hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the sword and said, "Thank you Liu—Senior Sister Lu."

Lu Qingping turned around and left.

A look of disappointment flashed across Huang Lao Liu's face.

"Sixth brother, it's getting late, Sister Six can't worry about going back alone, there are many wolves in the mountains—" Han Muye shouted loudly.

Huang Lao Liu said in a low voice, "It's just you."

That being said, people have already gone after Lu Qingping.

"Sixth brother, do you want to bring dinner? Do you want bones or meat—" Lu Gao came over with a loud voice.

Han Muye glared at him, "It's just you who are busy."

Lugo grinned.

Practitioners are not very particular about eating, so three meals a day or two meals a day are also acceptable.

It is normal to cultivate to high depths, drink the dew, and cut off the grains.

Han Muye had never seen the Jiange elders eat.

Holding the sword in his hand, Han Muye went straight back to the quiet room of the sword pavilion.

Lin Shen looked at the sky, turned around and left.

Lu Gao stood at the door with a dazed look on his face.

"Aren't you guys going to eat dinner?"

"No, then should I wait for the sixth brother to come back and then close the door, or close the door now..."

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In the quiet room, Han Muye put down the white tiger picture scroll that Tuoba Cheng had given him, and held it on the hilt of the sword with a hint of hesitation on his face.

He was familiar with this sword.

Today in Fang City, he recognized this sword at a glance.

This is the handle that Huang Laoliu is hiding in his hands.

In the past, Huang Laoliu was a very precious treasure and kept wiping.

Men in the world, who doesn't want to have a sword in their hands?

Yesterday, Huang Laoliu sold the sword in order to collect the spirit stone that bought the sword for Lu Qingping.

After hesitating again and again, Han Muye released his hand from the hilt of the sword.

No matter what secrets there are in the sword, it is Huang Laoliu's own.

Can not watch.

Putting the long sword on the table, Han Muye slowly unfolded the white tiger picture scroll that Tuoba Cheng sent.

This is a picture of a hanging-eyed and white-fronted tiger going down the mountain.

On the steep and lofty mountain peak, a white giant tiger seemed to be wrapped in wind and thunder, his mouth was hissing, and his eyes were fixed on the front.

The tiger's hair on this white tiger's body is completely visible.

Subconsciously, Han Muye turned his gaze to Bai Hu's eyes.

The eyes of this white tiger revealed majesty and loneliness, as if the Wu Howling Mountains were overwhelmed by all beasts.

After watching it several times, this painting is indeed very imposing.

That's all?

Not so much, right?

If it were as simple as that, Tuobacheng wouldn't have given him the painting so cherished, and he even told him to visualize it.

Slowly closing his eyes, Han Muye recalled the contents of the scroll.

In his mind, a picture emerged.

White tiger illustration.

Where did this picture come from?

Lin Shen said that after Tuoba Cheng was injured, in order to relieve his own blood that was difficult to suppress, he just described it.

How to dredge Qi and blood when tracing a picture scroll?

Opening his eyes, Han Muye's eyes fell on the tiger hair.

He reached out his hand and stroked the scroll lightly.

"boom--"

"Roar--"

The roar sounded low in the quiet room, and the entire quiet room was richly blown by the wind, and the suspended dust was shattered by the sword energy like hair.

The countless tiger hairs on the white tiger's body, each of which is a sword energy!

At this time, all the sword qi in the picture scroll was stimulated, and I don't know how much sword qi was floating and raging in the quiet room.

In Han Muye's mind, a white tiger roared and clashed everywhere, as if he would choose someone to devour at any time.

The white tiger turned his head slowly, his eyes meeting Han Muye's.

At that moment, Han Muye felt that his whole body was icy cold, as if he was about to be torn to pieces by this fierce tiger's claws.

"Om-"

The sword intent vibrated in his sea of ​​qi, and the image of the white tiger in his mind shattered and dissipated.

The sword energy in the room also stopped and turned back into tiger feathers on the picture scroll.

Han Muye took a deep breath and stared at the picture of the white tiger in front of him.

No wonder no one in Sanshizhai can understand this picture.

This is not at all a picture that is described by dredging qi and blood!

Everyone in Sanshizhai thought that this scroll was filled with Tuoba's excess qi and blood, which was hidden and all in the body.

In fact, in this picture scroll, there is not a trace of qi and blood, but there is endless sword qi!

Tuobacheng did not integrate his own blood into the picture scroll, but integrated the swordsmanship he cultivated and the sword energy condensed into the picture scroll.

"Sword Qi turns into silk, soft as hair."

"The white tiger came out of the mountain, like a collapse."

In this picture scroll, Tuoba is sealed into excess sword energy. If these sword energy are imperial envoys, they can completely fight and kill the enemy, no less than a spiritual weapon.

And the most important thing is how to condense the sword qi method in this picture scroll, and also, the sword stance that Tuoba Cheng condensed.

Like a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests, the wind and clouds swept through.

Just now, if it wasn't for the sword intent stored in the sea of ​​qi being strong enough, Han Muye would have collapsed just by looking at the sword force.

However, Tuobacheng's sword stance still hasn't been cultivated, and the white tiger has not yet reached the general trend of going down the mountain without returning.

Han Muye's eyes shone brightly.

This Uncle Tuoba actually deceived everyone.

What kendo backlash, what serious injury, failed to recover in twelve years.

He is clearly raising a sword!

The sword is ready, and under the heaven, it can be called invincible!

"Uncle, uncle, you can really look at me..."

Han Muye chuckled lightly as he looked at the picture scroll.

Tuobacheng is not afraid of the sword power and sword energy on the white tiger picture scroll, so he will kill himself directly?

Recalling that the elders of the sword pavilion refused to save him back then, Han Muye shook his head slightly.

Perhaps in the eyes of these powerhouses, opportunity coexists with danger.

If you want to get the chance, you have to accept the danger.

If you want to be honored, you must bear the weight?

If you really can't stand it, then if you die, you will die.

Carefully hanging the scroll on the wall of the quiet room, Han Muye stepped back and looked up and down.

Well, the quiet room is a little more elegant and a little more imposing.

Looking at the white tiger going down the mountain, Han Muye showed a smile on his face.

Whether it is the cultivation method of sword qi and sword potential, or the role of this picture scroll against the enemy, it is a treasure that he can use.

The reward of a cheap uncle is really not cheap.

"Sixth brother, you are back-"

At the gate of Jiange, Lu Gao's resentful voice came.

It was dark today, and Huang Laoliu came back a little early.

Han Muye took the sword on the table and was about to leave the quiet room when there was a knock at the door.

"Sixth brother came back early enough, sixth sister-in-law didn't leave you..." Han Muye squeezed his eyes twice.

Huang Laoliu shook his head with a serious look on his face, looking at the sword in Han Muye's hand.

Han Muye smiled and handed the sword back.

"Sixth brother, you are willing to do it for Sixth Sister-in-law. This sword has been with you for three or four years, right?"

Huang Laoliu took the sword and rubbed his palms with a complicated expression on his face.

"It's been six and a half years. When I came to Jiange for half a year, there was some trouble in the Jiange. I was the only one who watched the death of the swordsman except the elders."

"I was afraid at night, so I hugged it to sleep."

Huang Laoliu clenched his long sword tightly, then raised his head to look at Han Muye.

"Brother Han, I'm afraid I won't be able to repay the debt of 20,000 spirit stones."

There was a suppressed emotion in his eyes.

"I'll pass on the Ningjian Jue to you, this is the only thing I can do."

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