Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

"Name?"

"Jiang Han."

"Why are you leading the sword?"

"Senior brother from the Eighth Era of the Outer Sect has been missing for a year. According to the rules of the sect, I am the number one hundred and one in the outer sect, except for his qualifications in the front 100 of the outer sect."

Now that I have added it, I have become the number 100 in the outer sect.

According to the rules of the Nine Profound Sword Gate, there are hundreds of people in front of the outer gate, and they are eligible to receive a Hundred-Refined Long Sword.

"One hundred outside doors." Han Muye muttered and closed the book registered in front of him.

The Nine Profound Sword Gate is one of the nine factions in the Western Border. It is the overlord of one side, with a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles under its control.

A hundred people from the outer door is nothing.

But the 100 outer sect disciples stood out from the tens of thousands of outer sect disciples, and there are nearly 100,000 clerks in various halls below.

Above the outer sect, there are nearly 10,000 inner sect disciples, hundreds of elite disciples and dozens of direct descendants.

This is still the disciple generation, and there are more powerful deacons, hall masters, elders and so on.

Calculating it this way, Han Muye, who has no cultivation base at present, and who has lost his spiritual roots, is probably at the bottom of the entire Nine Profound Sword Sect.

"Ashamed, I only got into the front door by chance."

Hearing Han Muye's muttering, Jiang Han blushed and spoke in a low voice.

While speaking, he took out two spiritual stones from his arms and placed them on the table.

He is the last one among the disciples of the sword pavilion at the back of the crane.

At this moment, five spirit stones will be credited?

Han Muye collected the spirit stone without a trace.

The young man talks about virtue. Han Muye laughed, then pointed to the wooden frame in front of him and said, "Go and choose a sword."

Hearing Han Muye's words, Jiang Han finally showed a happy expression.

I have long heard that the selection of swords in the sword pavilion can satisfy the sword watcher, and then they can get a good sword. If the sword watcher is not satisfied, they will even throw you a piece of broken copper and iron, but you have no reason to say anything.

Who dares to say that the swords in the sword pavilion are tattered?

Jiang Han walked quickly to the wooden frame, reached out to touch this and that, but did not dare to draw his sword.

People who cultivate swords pay attention to the relationship between swords.

If one draws a sword to look at it, and then puts it back, it means that the sword is disgusting.

Other swords will not be close.

Han Muye didn't rush him, he put the five spiritual stones in his pocket, which were very heavy and full.

It took me half a year to set up a stall to earn half a spirit stone, and only then a disciple came to lead the sword and earned five spirit stones.

The errand of watching swordsmen is really lacking.

Han Muye pondered, when would he have to invite Lu Gao, who helped him to find this job, for a drink.

Turning to see that Jiang Han hadn't made a choice yet, he raised his hand to pick up the small hammer on the table, and struck the small copper bell with a "dang" sound.

Hearing the sound of the bell, Jiang Han sighed slightly, took a few steps back reluctantly, and picked up the sword he had seen before.

Han Muye rang the bell not only to limit the time for the sword selection disciples, but also to protect them.

According to Huang Laoliu, these disciples who came to choose swords have cultivated good swordsmanship skills and need to cultivate their sword qi.

There are countless sword qi in the sword pavilion. After these disciples have stayed in it for a long time, the sword qi intrusion will disrupt their cultivation.

This is also the reason why the swordsmen of the sword pavilion are not selected from the disciples in the sect.

After a person who cultivates swords stays in the sword pavilion for a long time, their cultivation will be abolished.

Jiang Han held the long sword and handed it to Han Muye.

The sword watcher must register each sword that is taken away, and the swords that are collected must also be registered.

Taking the long sword, Han Muye grabbed the hilt and drew it lightly.

"Curachi—"

The long sword is unsheathed, the blue light is cold.

There are small seal inscriptions on the blade and edge of the sword.

"Light and shadow." Jiang Han said in a low voice, a look of joy flashed across his face.

Swords that can leave a name on them are considered to be very good products.

"The number is 395874, the sword name is Guangying."

After registering, Han Muye paused and said in a low voice, "The sword is three feet five inches long and seven cents long, and weighs fifteen catties, sixty-two or seven cents."

"The blade is five inches wide, and the spine is three inches thick."

…

Jiang Han looked at Han Muye in surprise.

Just holding it just now, the sword watcher in front of him understood all the information about this light and shadow sword?

When Han Muye handed back the long sword, Jiang Han stretched out his hand and pulled out the long sword, looking at it carefully.

Gently pulling a few sword flowers and wielding a few skilled sword moves, he felt that what Han Muye said was really not bad at all.

It is said that the Swordsman in the Sword Pavilion is mysterious and weird, and it seems that this is true.

Jiang Han returned his long sword to its sheath, cupped his hands towards Han Muye, turned and walked outside the sword pavilion.

As long as he walks out of this door, the sword is his.

"Wait a moment."

Suddenly, Han Muye's voice came from behind.

Jiang Han tightened his grip on the sword and turned to look at Han Muye nervously.

"This, Senior Brother, is there any formalities that haven't been completed yet?"

The five spirit stones have been given away, and the sword has been received. Jiang Han felt that he would not be able to deal with the sword watchers in the Jiange for a long time.

"I think it's better for you to change to a sword."

Han Muye looked at Jiang Han and spoke lightly.

"Why?" Jiang Han frowned.

For the outer disciples, the five spiritual stones are also more than half of their net worth.

Lingshi is a thing that is necessary for daily practice, and no one is too much.

Could it be that this sword watcher in front of him still wants to strike again?

"The sword move you cultivated is not a vigorous one. This sword is a little heavier for you."

Han Muye sat in front of the long desk, and gently tapped his fingers on the table.

It's heavy?

Holding the long sword, Jiang Han felt it slightly, and the expression on his face changed.

A sword that is out of hand is a matter of life and death for sword cultivators.

If Han Muye hadn't pointed it out, he really didn't care, this sword was a bit heavier for him.

At this time, I felt a little heavy when I lifted it in my hand and weighed it.

"Also, given your height and arm length, the sword you use should be three feet one inch. This sword is long."

long!

Holding the long sword tightly, Jiang Han's palm trembled slightly.

No wonder his movements were slightly deformed when he retracted his sword just now.

Originally, he thought it was the reason why the sword didn't work well with him.

He remembered what the outer sect sword skill instructor said when he first entered the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

The sword is the second life of the person who cultivates the sword, and it must coexist with it.

Only by knowing your own sword can you live longer.

He thought that he had cultivated swords for several years, and he was in front of the outer door. He was full of confidence and a person who knew swords well.

However, Han Muye was reminded by a few words that he was covered in cold sweat.

I'm actually a fool, I don't know anything!

Reaching out his hand, he took out the remaining five spirit stones in his pocket, Jiang Han bowed to Han Muye, "Senior brother, please teach me!"

Stupid is a bit stupid, but he is quite good at it.

Han Muye put away the five spirit stones, and then stretched his finger to the wooden frame in front of him.

"The third row, the seventh handle, Qinghe."

Jiang Han hurriedly walked over, put the light and shadow sword back to its original place, then found the third row and reached out to hold the seventh sword. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

"The sword is three feet and one inch long, weighs ten jins, three or two to five cents, and the sword's edge has a double-sided blood tank. When swinging the sword, it has a screeching sound, which is just right for your sword move."

Han Muye's voice came, and Jiang Han slowly drew his sword.

Holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, he had a feeling that his blood was connected to it.

Don't look at it, this sword is what you want!

"Your sword skills are mainly aimed at attacking the opponent's chest, abdomen, and neck. You need to be three points faster when you use your sword. You can't straighten your sword when you retract it. You need to stretch it out."

"Also, remember, when you take out the sword, you will have the habit of clasping your thumb on the hilt, which is fatal."

Han Muye leaned back on the big chair and said lightly, "Is this a bonus?"

Jiang Han clenched his sword tightly, bowed towards Han Muye, and gently exited the sword pavilion.

After retreating to the bottom of the ninth floor steps, he straightened his waist, let out a long sigh of relief, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the shining word "Jiange" above his head.

"Today's ten spiritual stones are really worth it."

Jiang Han's eyes were full of light, and his face was full of surprises.

"None of the senior brothers in the inner sect could tell the drawbacks of my sword move, but this sword watcher could see through it at a glance."

"I have always felt that my sword was not smooth, but I couldn't find the reason. It turned out that when the sword was drawn, the gesture was wrong."

Turning around and striding away, Jiang Han had an indescribable rising of fighting spirit.

"I have the confidence to step into the front of the outer door within the 80s by practicing diligently in seclusion and eliminating the evils!"

In the sword pavilion, Han Muye closed his eyes slightly, and the sword lights circulated in his mind.

The swordsman still looks like Jiang Han, but the sword light is not sure how many times stronger.

"Xuanyuan swordsmanship, Dumu."

After comprehending another sword technique, the corners of Han Muye's mouth twitched slightly.

He likes the errand of watching swordsmen very much.