Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

To die?

Even though he was prepared, Han Muye was still startled.

Without cultivation, you can't live more than a year.

I knew that this sword pavilion was not a good one, but I didn't expect it to be so dangerous.

After pondering for a while, he looked at Huang Lao Liu and said with a cup of hands, "Senior, if you have your cultivation, can you live for a year?"

"How is this one year divided? Twelve months, which month will there be a danger of sword qi hurting people?"

"I wonder if the seniors can tell me what's so special about the sword energy here. If you take precautions, can you survive a year?"

A few questions left Huang Lao Liu slightly stunned.

He glanced at Han Muye strangely and said, "Do you really want to be a sword watcher?"

In no mood.

But it's not impossible.

Han Muye nodded.

Huang Laoliu grinned, missing two big teeth.

"follow me."

He beckoned and let Han Muye walk into the pavilion.

As soon as he entered the pavilion, Han Muye felt his hair stand up instantly.

On a wooden stand, a long sword with a handle, stretches endlessly!

The long sword flickered with a gloomy cold light, as if it chose someone to devour.

Some look simple and ordinary, but they seem to be dormant beasts, maybe they will come out and hurt people.

In the dark place in the distance, there was a flash of light, as if a long sword was about to fly out.

A trace of cold air penetrated into the bone marrow, making one's teeth tremble.

"It's okay, if you don't come in, you will be scared to pee." Huang Laoliu glanced at Han Muye, then pointed to the countless swords in front of him and said, "Sword watchers are looking at these swords."

This sword, do you still want to look at it?

Han Muye was a little puzzled.

"The newly refined swords are not bad. Those who have used them and still have resentment may want to drink some blood in the middle of the night. You said, this sword should not be looked at?" Huang Laoliu grinned.

The toothless smile, accompanied by the dark sword light, is a little scary.

Jian, do you still want to drink blood?

Han Muye somewhat regretted taking this job.

"However, as a sword watcher in Jiange, as long as you don't die, you will get ten spiritual stones every month, and the benefits of other disciples of the Nine Profound Sword Sect are just as great."

"If you can stay alive for ten years, then you can directly become the deacon of the Nine Profound Sword Sect."

"If you don't die, hehe..."

Han Muye didn't care about Huang Lao Liu's other words.

Ten spirit stones, benefits for inner disciples, these are enough!

With full-level comprehension, he firmly believed that he could embark on the path of cultivation.

"Are you excited?"

Huang Laoliu stretched out his finger and pointed to the small wing room on one side: "The last sword watcher has just left for three days, you should live in this room first."

Han Muye walked into the wing and saw that this was a quiet room with a wooden couch and a long desk.

He was also very tired these days, so he lay down on the wooden couch and fell asleep.

When he woke up and walked out of the quiet room, the sky was already bright.

Huang Laoliu gave him a strange look, led him to the small yard behind the attic to wash up, then pointed to a few steamed buns on the stone table and said, "You have breakfast, I'll help you get your waist-brand clothes. "

This Huang Laoliu was quite enthusiastic, Han Muye hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, senior."

Huang Laoliu memorized Han Muye's name, place of origin, and some other information, and then went out.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and said, "Don't call me senior, I'm a few years older than you."

Han Muye, with the steamed bun in his mouth, froze there until Huang Laoliu walked out of the sword pavilion, but he didn't come back to his senses.

Huang Laoliu has a stooped figure, gray hair, and even lost his teeth. He is clearly old.

But he said he was not a few years older than himself.

This, in the sword pavilion, was injured by the sword energy?

Immediately, Han Muye felt that the steamed bun in his hand was hard to swallow.

Traveling through the world of cultivation, I am planning to find a beautiful fairy and experience the taste of double cultivation.

It hasn't even started yet, you're going to grow old like Huang Lao Liu, don't you have to be powerless?

After hurriedly eating breakfast, Han Muye walked to the wooden frame full of long swords.

Each of these swords looks extraordinary, and it must be invaluable when brought to the earth.

Reaching out and grasping the hilt of a long sword, Han Muye clenched his fingers tightly and drew it hard.

"Um?"

Seeing that there was no one around, he just blushed slightly and let go.

Embarrassed, the long sword was not drawn from its scabbard.

Unwilling to try again, Han Muye didn't believe in evil, so he drew his sword on a wooden stand.

"Curachi—"

After walking through a few wooden racks, he pulled out a slender long sword.

The clear sword light flickered like water, the blade was long and narrow, with a faint blue light.

"Okay, bitch..."

Han Muye's gaze fell on the body of the long sword, only to feel a bang in his head, and a picture flashed.

In front of him, there seemed to be several craftsmen wielding hammers, and with each blow, sparks flew.

Hard work.

These sturdy big men hit them thousands of times with all their strength, and the iron embryos took shape.

Quenching, grinding, adjusting, decorating.

A long sword has been refined.

"Thirty-eight thousand two hundred and fifty-one heavy blows, and eighty-six thousand, five hundred and thirteen light hammers."

"It was polished five thousand six hundred and twenty, and the blade was tempered nine times."

"The length of the sword is two feet eight inches and nine points, and the width is three inches and one point."

"The sword weighs eight catties, six taels or seven coins."

"Nine-turn quenching technique, pleated forging technique."

Whispering in his mouth, the bright halo in Han Muye's eyes circulated.

A trace of imperceptible breath penetrated into his body, and then disappeared.

Is this the blessing of full comprehension?

At a glance, the long sword in his palm has no secrets, and he has also learned two methods of forging.

With such golden fingers, you still worry about not being able to cultivate?

Putting the long sword back to its original place, Han Muye stretched out his hand and grasped the hilt of another long sword.

Without exerting any force, he already felt that he could draw the long sword.

"What are you doing? Do you think your life is too long?"

Before drawing his sword, Huang Laoliu's voice came.

Released his hand, Han Muye walked out from the wooden frame.

"If you want to live longer, stay away from these swords."

Huang Lao Liu threw the clothes and waist badge he was holding in front of Han Muye, and then said coldly, "The last sword watcher was just a little more curious, UU reading www.uukanshu.com didn't stay in the sword pavilion for three months. go away."

"Where are you going?" Han Muye picked up his waist badge and took a look, then shook off the blue-grey robes of the Nine Profound Sword Sect disciple.

"Where did you go?" Huang Laoliu said with a smile: "Dead, he was drained of blood by a long sword, and he left very uneasy."

Speaking of which, he looked at Han Muye and said, "Last night, you slept in his room and didn't hear anything?"

Han Muye, who was tying his belt, stiffened.

…

The swords in the sword pavilion are either newly forged and waiting for the disciples to come to pick them up, or the disciples of the Nine Profound Sword Sect have fallen and the swords they have been brought back with them to wait for the next master.

There are tens of thousands of swords hidden on the first floor of the sword pavilion, and most of them are of ordinary quality.

There are thousands of swords hidden on the second floor of the Jiange Pavilion, and the lowest level is the grade of spiritual weapons.

As for the third floor, Huang Laoliu did not introduce it.

There were no outsiders in the Jiange for a day, and this Huang Laoliu, who was only in his early thirties, told Han Muye about the general situation of the Jiange.

"The swords hidden on the first floor of the sword pavilion are divided into twelve areas, and each area has about 3,000 long swords. We sword watchers need to clean one area every month."

"In a year, all swords need to be wiped at least once."

"Every year on June 6th, the sword is exposed to the sun."

"Other times, avoid it if you can."

When the pavilion door was closed at night, Huang Laoliu patted Han Muye on the shoulder and said, "You are very interesting, I don't want you to live for three months."

When lying down on the wooden couch, Han Muye's mind was the scene of forging the long sword for a while, and then the story of the blood-sucking long sword told by Huang Lao Liu.

In the middle of nowhere, a soft call suddenly came from his ear.

"Lang-jun, do you want double cultivation?"