Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

When he woke up the next morning, Han Muye found himself with a short sword on his couch.

The sword was no more than two feet eight inches long, and the azure light was shining.

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, Zi Yan.

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

The body of the sword is ordinary, but holding the hilt, Han Muye can feel the blazing fire in the body of the sword, which echoes with the ball of Sword Qi in his body.

Warm breath spread from arm to body.

"You are, want to follow me?"

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

Dozens of swordplays flashed between his blades.

Sword Ray is suddenly dignified, suddenly gentle, sometimes fiery, and sometimes cold.

With so many different situations and different strengths of swordsmanship, if outsiders practiced swords like this, the body of Meridians 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 Qis in his illusory space are constantly changing and wandering among his Meridians 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 didn't understand at all what Han Muye meant by swinging his sword there.

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

In Huang Laoliu's view, Han Muye only has less than three months to live, so let him toss.

No one came to Jiange in the morning, and Han Muye pestered Huang Laoliu to tell various anecdotes in the practice world.

Huang Laoliu has been in the sword pavilion for more than seven years. He has been hanging out in the Jiu Xuan sword gate, and he has heard a lot of stories about the cultivation world.

For example, in the Western Frontier, how many kendo practice Sects are there, which Jiu Xuan Jianmen does not deal with, and which is an ally.

And in the Western Xinjiang, who is the highest Cultivation Base, and which Sect is the most like to make a stumbling block behind.

True or false, like a parent in the spiritual world, Han Muye listened with relish.

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

After talking about the world of practice, Han Muye pestered Huang Lao Liu to talk about the Nine Profound Sword Gate.

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

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

"Anyway, we have a bad life, and 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 vitality."

Speaking of this, 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 rosy at this time, and he was not at all tired at all.

You must know that he was only injured by Sword Qi yesterday, making him half-dead.

When he said this, Han Muye himself was puzzled.

"Maybe it's the effect of a fine solid pill." Before Han Muye could understand, 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."

Huang Laoliu said as he turned back to his own 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 sword 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 Qi in his body was poured into the blade of the long sword, and the Sword Qi contained in the long sword also penetrated into his body.

The long sword infused with Sword Qi is clearer, and there is also a strand of Sword Qi 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 even get some Sword Qi by wiping swords. When you encounter a long sword that 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 are overlapping.

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

For example, the Xuanyuan swordsmanship one leaf, some people use it like a dead leaf, and it is not light, and some people use it, but it is like a new bud sprouting, full of vitality.

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

"Huang Lao Liu!"

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

Han Muye turned back and saw a young man in a white Inner Sect robe standing there, looking out.

Coming to business?

"Cough," with a light cough, Han Muye strode forward, his hands behind his back, and said in a low voice, "No noise is allowed in the Jiu Xuan Sword Gate."

The young man was taken aback and looked Han Muye up and down.

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

"newcomer?"

"I'll change the sword."

Change swords?

There is a saying in the sword pavilion that the sword can be changed, but that requires a great effort in Sect, or a proof from the Elder's handwriting, before it can be changed.

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

Inside the sackcloth was 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 toward the blue stone bi in front of him, and each sword was pointed at one place.

Two mysterious swordsmanship, point gold.

Having understood this sword technique, Han Muye frowned even more.

The point of gold swordsmanship is to 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 the sword break?"

Han Muye spoke in a deep voice.

"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 say 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.

Not Elder deacon, nor direct lineage.

Then it will be fine.

Seeing Han Muye shaking his head, the face of the young man in front of him sank. Looking at Han Muye, he laughed angrily: "Okay, okay, the new kid, 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's hand was in the air, pointing at Han Muye, gritted his teeth and said, "Boy, this sword belongs to Senior Brother Luo Tian—"

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

"Inner discipline 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, a little uncertain: "What are you doing?"

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

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

The expression on the young man's face changed, he flicked his sleeves, turned around and left.

Han Muye chuckled and wrote two words on the book where it had just been written.

Purple inflammation.