Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The entrance of the medicinal herb is like a candy with a light taste. Before it is carefully tasted, it has already turned into a wonderful breath, passed through the intestines and abdomen, and scattered into the limbs and bones.

Then, Han Muye only felt a slight heat all over his body.

Gone?

A high-quality solid pill, this is it?

After hesitating again and again, Han Muye put away another solid pill.

This thing can be exchanged for more than a dozen spirit stones, but it can't be wasted.

Perhaps, this is the reason for his ninth-rank aptitude, not to blame others for refining pills.

Sitting cross-legged, Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

Since stepping into the Nine Profound Sword Sect, he has already obtained a lot of things about cultivation by relying on his full-level comprehension.

The means of refining swords, the ability to refine medicine pills, and a total of four types of swordsmanship.

There are three types of Xuanyuan swordsmanship, Yiye, Dumu, and the cracked stone that I learned from Teacher Lin in the afternoon.

A profound swordsmanship, destroying mountains.

The picture of swordsmanship that I understand is deep in memory, but it does not mean that practice is not necessary.

When he was in the hall today, he was holding a big sword. Han Muye had clearly understood all the essence of the stone-splitting swordsmanship, but he only showed 50% of his skills.

It seems that the way to practice is not just relying on understanding, but also requires diligent practice.

Just like that teacher Lin, who wielded thousands of swords and destroyed mountains with one sword.

I don't know if it was because of the effect of swallowing the solid pill or the lack of a sword that required Shuangxiu to disturb him at night. Han Muye slept well all night.

Early the next morning, Han Muye randomly found a sword and went to the backyard of the Sword Pavilion to practice.

A leaf, a single tree, cracks a stone, destroys a mountain.

Without the support of his cultivation base and purely practicing sword skills, the sword light condensed in front of Han Muye.

After several times, the four types of swordsmanship have become indistinguishable from each other, only turning into an endless dark halo.

For Han Muye, who has comprehended the essence of the four types of swordsmanship, it doesn't matter whether the swordsmanship has its shape or not, the key is its artistic conception.

One leaf, the sword came out like a leaf, and there was no trace at all, like an antelope hanging on its horns.

A single tree, a single tree is difficult to support, but it is firm and strong, not bent or broken, not afraid of wind and frost, and there is firmness in the sword strokes.

Cracking rocks and destroying mountains is simple, stable, ruthless, accurate or not, no big deal.

A sword capable of smashing mountains is the same, whether it is at the top of the mountain or at the foot of the mountain.

When Huang Laoliu came out, he saw Han Muye chopping wildly with his sword.

He grinned and said nothing.

From his point of view, Han Muye swallowed a solid pill and had nowhere to use his blood and energy.

If there is nowhere to purify the fire, then toss it a few more times.

It's just that he didn't see that tiny cracks appeared on the stone wall in front of Han Muye.

This is a crack eroded by some kind of force.

After breakfast, Jiange closed the door of the pavilion, and then Huang Laoliu walked to the rows of wooden racks with a solemn expression.

"These swords are all human-level swords and swords, from the beginning of Peiyuan to the pinnacle of foundation building."

Huang Laoliu had a solemn expression on his face, and stretched out his finger to point forward: "Swords have a spirit, and we watch swordsmen draw swords without blaspheming the spirit in the sword."

Bowing forward, he held a greased sackcloth in his hand and walked to the wooden frame.

"Curachi—"

Huang Laoliu stretched out his hand and pulled out a long sword, then his face was solemn, neither sad nor joyful, his eyes twinkled, he raised his hand and wiped it from the edge of the long sword to the hilt with a linen.

After going back and forth three times, he put the long sword back into its sheath and let out a sigh of relief.

"did you see it?"

"We should treat these swords with awe."

Looking up at Han Muye, Huang Laoliu said solemnly, "These new sword refining tools are fine. If they are those that have been nurtured for a long time, if you are not sincere, the sword will not be sheathed."

Han Muye nodded.

He knew about this. He had made a fool of himself before, trying so hard to suckle his milk that he couldn't draw his sword.

Following the example of Huang Laoliu, Han Muye first bowed and prayed, then raised his hand to draw his sword, stroked the sackcloth lightly, and the sword light was as clear as water.

The long sword returned to its sheath, Huang Lao Liu opened his mouth on the opposite side, and finally lowered his head and muttered, "What a natural sword watcher..."

The two took charge of each side, drew their swords, wiped them, and then returned their long swords to their sheaths.

As long as Han Muye put his hand on the hilt of the sword, he could perceive the length and weight of the long sword, as well as the refining technique.

In the beginning, 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 came to his mind.

A young swordsman wearing a green robe, with his 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 diffused 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 appeared.

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 the long sword ignited the prairie, burning the mountains and rivers of a hundred miles.

When the clouds cleared, the old man was nowhere to be seen, 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 clang-"

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

"Han boy, what's the matter with you?"

Han Muye turned his head and grinned.

Then he intuited that his 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.

"Many thanks to my ancestor for taking action."

When he opened his eyes, in front of Han Muye, besides 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 ordinary, it is the sword of Tao Ran's ancestor who rebelled at the beginning." Holding the short sword, the old man had a strange expression on his face.

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

"Ancestor, is his injury okay?"

"The sword energy is in my heart, and I can watch him create if there is anything to do." 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 Lao Liu 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 just call the ancestor."

With a hint of envy and longing on Huang Laoliu's face, he said softly, "Jiange Guanjian is a Jiazi, and the middle position of Jiuxuan Jianmen is the same as the elder Taishang."

Ancestor?

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Han Muye was stunned for a moment.

But thinking about it, he and Huang Laoliu are only responsible for the first floor, the second floor and the third floor in these three-story pavilions, so naturally a stronger person is needed.

"Sixth brother, didn't you say that it would be difficult for a sword watcher to live for a year, and to live for ten years is the existence of a sect deacon?"

"This one has lived for a year?"

It turns out that a sword watcher can live for a lifetime.

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 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, just 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, hunched over and turned to the front of the wooden frame.

"Curachi—"

The sound of the sword being drawn came.

Han Muye was a little at a loss.

You, you only have three months left to live?

Didn't you say a good year?

Sword Qi enters the chest and abdomen?

Sword Qi?

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

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

A group of crimson flames tumbling with 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.

This is the sword energy?

Where are these sword qi?