Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

When he woke up early the next day, Han Muye found a short sword on his couch.

This sword is no more than two feet eight inches long, and the blue light shines.

Reaching out to hold the hilt of the sword, Han Muye was slightly taken aback.

Purple inflammation.

This is yesterday's rusted and mottled ancestor's sword, Ziyan.

It's just that the Ziyanjian at this time has completely changed. If it is an outsider, it will never be recognized.

The sword's body was ordinary, but when he held the hilt, Han Muye could feel the blazing fire in the sword's body, which reflected the sword energy in his body.

The warm breath spread from the arm to the whole body.

"You are, want to follow me?"

Whispering in his mouth, Han Muye walked into the small courtyard with his sword and began to practice with his sword.

Dozens of sword techniques flashed between his blades.

Jianguang suddenly became solemn, and suddenly gentle, sometimes it was fiery, and sometimes it seemed to be icy cold.

With so many swordsmanships of different environments and different strengths, if outsiders practice swords like this, the meridians of the body would have been destroyed into rags long ago.

But in Han Muye's hands, these swordsmanships can be changed and swayed freely without any obstruction.

The various sword qi in his illusory space constantly changing and wandering in his meridians along with his swordsmanship.

This feeling is very comfortable.

Huang Lao Liu came to the small courtyard to look at it for a while, then shook his head.

He couldn't understand what Han Muye meant by waving his sword there.

Of course, he wouldn't dissuade Han Muye either.

From Huang Laoliu's point of view, Han Muye only had less than three months to live, so he would just let him go.

No one came to Jiange in the morning, so Han Muye pestered Huang Laoliu to talk about various anecdotes in the cultivation world.

Huang Laoliu has been in the sword pavilion for more than seven years. He hangs out in the Nine Profound Sword Sect, and he has heard many stories about the cultivation world.

For example, in the Western Frontier, how many sects of kendo practice are there, which sect of the Nine Profound Sword Sect does not deal with, and which sect is an ally.

And in the Western Frontier, who is the one with the highest cultivation base, and which sect likes to stumble behind the scenes the most.

The truth is true and false, just like parents in the cultivation world are short-sighted, Han Muye listened with relish.

He felt that this world of practice was also full of human and vulgar desires, and the world was chaotic.

After talking about the cultivation world, Han Muye pestered Huang Laoliu to talk about the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

Huang Laoliu yawned a lot, but he couldn't resist Han Muye's entanglement, so he had to tell him about the elders, the lineage, and the elites in the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

"As long as you don't offend these people, we don't need to look at anyone's face in the door."

"Anyway, we have a bad life, there is nothing to be afraid of."

Yawning and standing up, Huang Laoliu shook his head and said, "I'm going to bed. I wiped the sword yesterday, but it hurt my energy."

Speaking of which, he turned to look at Han Muye, with a hint of curiosity on his face: "Why do you look so good?"

Indeed, Han Muye's face was ruddy at this time, and he was not at all tired at all.

You must know that he was only injured by the sword qi yesterday, which made him half-dead.

When he said this, Han Muye himself was puzzled.

"Perhaps it's the effect of a high-quality solid pill." Before Han Muye could figure it out, Huang Laoliu had already figured out the reason.

"When I receive my salary next month, I will also try to make a fine solid pill."

As Huang Laoliu spoke, he turned back to his quiet room.

Han Muye shook his head, stood up, and came to the wooden stand where the long sword was placed.

He reached out and grabbed the hilt of a long sword and pulled it out gently.

The blade hummed softly, as if with joy.

Picking up the sackcloth for wiping the long sword, Han Muye wiped the edge of the sword, and then returned the long sword to its sheath.

In the process of wiping the long sword, he could clearly feel that the sword energy in his body was poured into the sword edge of the long sword, and the sword energy contained in the long sword also penetrated into his body.

The long sword infused with sword energy is clearer, and there is also a wisp of sword energy in his body.

A win-win situation.

Walking to the wooden frame, Han Muye began to wipe the long swords that Huang Laoliu wiped yesterday.

Anyway, if you are idle, you are idle. You can still get some sword energy by wiping your swords. When you encounter a long sword you have used, you can better understand swordsmanship.

Before he knew it, more than half an hour had passed, and he had wiped a hundred long swords, and in the middle he had learned three kinds of swordsmanship.

The swords used by low-level disciples, many of the sword skills contained in them overlap.

But in the process of comprehending Han Muye, his comprehension varies according to the swordsmanship used by different people.

For example, one leaf of Xuanyuan swordsmanship, some people use it like a dead leaf, and it doesn't work lightly, while some people use it like a new bud sprouting, full of vitality.

Wiping the long sword, swordsmanship confirmed each other, Han Muye's understanding of swordsmanship went deeper.

"Huang Lao Liu!"

While wiping the long sword, a voice came from the door of the sword pavilion.

Han Muye turned around and saw a young man wearing a white robe from the inner door standing there, looking out.

Are you coming for business?

"Cough," with a light cough, Han Muye strode forward, with his hands behind his back, he said in a low voice, "There must be no noise in the Jiu Xuan Jianmen's sword pavilion."

The young man was stunned for a moment, and looked Han Muye up and down.

"It's not Huang Laoliu? When did a newcomer come to the sword pavilion?" With a murmur, he stretched out his hand and handed a sackcloth bag to Han Muye.

"newcomer?"

"I'll change the sword."

Change swords?

In the sword pavilion, there is a saying of changing swords, but that requires great merit from the sect, or a handwritten certificate from an elder, before it can be changed.

Han Muye frowned, took the sackcloth bag, untied it, and his expression changed.

Inside the sackcloth is a broken sword.

The sword body was broken into several pieces, and there were many gaps.

Reaching out to hold the hilt of the sword, there was a picture from the broken sword.

A young man in a white robe held a long sword with a cold expression.

The long sword in his hand stabbed towards the blue stone bib in front of him, and each sword was pointed at one place.

Second Profound Swordsmanship, touch gold.

After comprehending this sword technique, Han Muye frowned even more.

Dianjin swordsmanship focuses on the point to the end, and the sword does not need to actually touch the bluestone at all.

But the sword in front of him was not only broken at the tip, but also had a lot of gaps on the blade.

"How did this sword break?"

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"Hey, boy, do you care too much?" The young man who came to change the sword raised his brows and shouted in a low voice, "I want you to change the sword, just change it."

Han Muye sat in front of the long desk, spread his hands and said, "If you don't tell me why the sword was broken, how can I replace it for you?"

Hearing his words, the young man sneered: "This sword was broken by Senior Brother Luo Tian. If you don't change it, I will report back."

Luo Tian?

Han Muye thought for a moment and shook his head.

It is not an elder or a deacon, nor is it a direct lineage.

Then it will be fine.

Seeing Han Muye shaking his head, the face of the young man in front of him sank. He looked at Han Muye and smiled angrily: "Okay, okay, the new comer, don't fall into my hands."

After speaking, he grabbed the dagger on the table.

Han Muye raised his hand to block it, and said lightly, "The sword is damaged. If you enter the sword pavilion, you must register and destroy it."

"You—" The young man pointed at Han Muye with his hand in the air, gritted his teeth and said, "Boy, this sword belongs to Senior Brother Luo Tian—"

"It's the sword of the sect master. If you enter the sword pavilion, you have to register it like this." Han Muye spread out the book and recorded it with his ink brush.

"Inner disciple Luo Tian damaged a sword handle for no reason, and it is now included in the sword pavilion."

After writing, he looked up and said, "What's your name?"

The young man was stunned for a while, and then asked uncertainly, "What are you doing?"

With a slight smile on his face, Han Muye said softly, "All those who damage swords without reason are not allowed to step into the sword pavilion for three years. After three years, the merits required to exchange swords are doubled."

"What's your name? I'll make a note for you as well."

The youth's expression changed, he flicked his sleeves, turned around and left.

Han Muye chuckled lightly and wrote two words on the book where it was just written.

Purple inflammation.