Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

to death?

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

Without Cultivation Base, 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 Laoliu, cupped hands and said, "Senior, if I had Cultivation Base with me, would I be able to live for a year?"

"How is this one year divided, twelve months, in which month will Sword Qi be in danger of hurting people?"

"I wonder if senior can tell me what's so special about Sword Qi 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 through the door.

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

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

Some of the long swords flickered with a dark and cold light, as if they chose to devour them.

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 cool air penetrates 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, "The sword watcher just looks at these swords."

Do you want to watch this sword?

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 smiling face with missing teeth, paired with the dark Sword Ray, is a bit scary.

Sword, still want to drink blood?

Han Muye regretted taking this errand.

"However, as a sword watcher in Jiange, as long as you don't die, you will have ten Spirit Stones salary per month, and the benefits of other inner disciplines of Jiu Xuan Sword Sect are the same."

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

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

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

Ten Spirit Stones, inner discipline benefits, these are enough!

With full-level comprehension, he firmly believes that he can 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 the Steamed buns on the stone table and said, "You have breakfast, I'll help you get your clothes. ."

Huang Laoliu was quite enthusiastic, Han Muye cupped hands busy 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 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 is what Sword Qi was injured in the sword pavilion?

Suddenly, Han Muye felt that the Steamed bun in his hand was hard to swallow.

Traveling through the world of cultivation, I am going to find a beautiful fairy and experience the taste of dual culture.

This has not yet begun, and it is about to grow old like Huang Lao Liu, don't you have to be powerless?

After hurriedly eating breakfast, Han Muye walked to the wooden rack 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 forcefully.

"Um?"

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

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

Unwilling to try again, Han Muye did not believe in evil, and drew his sword with a handle on the wooden frame.

"Kuraga-"

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

Clear Sword Ray flashes like water, the blade is long and narrow, with a faint blue light.

"Okay, bitch..."

Han Muye's eyes 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 their hammers, and with each blow, sparks flew everywhere.

Hard work.

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

Hardened, polished, adjusted, decorated.

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."

"Finish five thousand six hundred and twenty, and sharpen the blade nine times."

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

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

"Nine Cycles quenching technique, pleated forging technique."

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

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 a Gold Finger around, do you still worry about not being able to practice?

Putting the long sword back in place, Han Muye reached out and grabbed 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 you have a long life?"

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

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

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

Huang Laoliu threw the clothes and waist badge he was holding in front of Han Muye, and then said coldly, "The last sword watcher was a little more curious, so he left after staying in the sword pavilion for three months."

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

"Where did you go?" Huang Laoliu said with a smile: "He died, he was sucked up by a long sword Blood Qi, he left, very uneasy."

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

Han Muye's arm froze as he was tying his belt.

...

The swords in the sword pavilion were either newly forged and waiting for the disciples to pick them up, or the disciples of the Nine Profound Sword Sect fell, and the swords were brought back with them, waiting 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 sword 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 Jiange for a day. Huang Laoliu, who was only in his early thirties, told Han Muye about the general situation of Jiange.

"The swords hidden on the first floor of the sword pavilion are divided into twelve areas, each of which is 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 6, the sword is exposed."

"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 kid is very interesting, I don't want you to live beyond three months."

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

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

"Lang Jun, do you want dual culture?"