Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

A half-spirit weapon, the value is not too high, but in the ordinary Sect, it is also a treasure.

This sword is not very good, it is a reward for the party anyway.

Zhao Pu left, and Han Muye returned to Jiange to tell Huang Laoliu about it.

"That's not easy?" Huang Laoliu opened his mouth and opened a book.

"Sword Weapon No. 3854, Mirage."

Han Muye went along the wooden frame and found the location of the sword.

On the wooden stand, there is no need to look for it, a sword with a whole body of golden light shining, and the stream of light is constantly surging has entered the eye.

This sword is beautiful and overwhelming.

Han Muye stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and after a while, there was a strange look on his face, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Huang Laoliu's sword watchers over the years were not made for nothing. The sword he chose was really suitable as a reward for a party.

The whole body of the sword is tempered with fine steel, which is a treasure among the mortal tools.

The sales are also impeccable.

But this sword can really only be seen.

This sword was specially made during the sect's grand ceremony to allow disciples to perform martial arts.

Sacrifice flexibility, just for Sword Ray to be dazzling, the sword is like a silver bottle bursting.

This sword is naturally a rare treasure in the hands of low-level practitioners.

But in the hands of a master, it is completely tasteless.

The Sword intent was poured into pieces, and it instantly fell into pieces.

Carrying the phantom light sword and walking to the long case, Huang Laoliu smiled and said, "Isn't it beautiful?"

pretty.

At the door, Lu Gao stretched out his head and licked his tongue.

This sword is so fucking beautiful.

Han Muye smiled and gave Huang Lao Liu a thumbs up.

Huang Laoliu registered proudly and said, "Sixth brother, I have been in Jiange all these years and have not been idle."

At the door, Lu Gao shrank his head back.

After Huang Laoliu was registered, Han Muye put the long sword in the sword box and walked out of the gate of the sword pavilion.

"I'll accompany you." Lin Shen stepped forward and said solemnly, "I'm the guardian of the sword pavilion now."

Go to Sanshizhai?

Han Muye nodded, Lin Shen should also want to go.

The two walked one after the other, striding.

On Han Muye, qi and blood slowly condensed and surged, and then turned into a faint shadow of an iron bull.

In less than half an hour, they had arrived at Sanshizhai.

Lin Shen stood in front of the Sanshizhai gate and went upstairs to send troops with a complicated look.

At this time, Sanshizhai was empty, and most of the disciples should have gone to deal with the Sect gathering.

Han Muye reported at the door, and the two young disciples led him and Lin Shen to find Tuobacheng.

These two young disciples did not know Lin Shen.

Going to the lobby on the second floor, Tuoba Cheng, who had gray hair, was lying on the long desk, took an ink pen, and traced something there.

"Han Muye has met Uncle Tuoba."

Han Muye bowed slightly.

Tuobacheng raised his head, and Lin Shen bowed to cupped fist: "Disciple Lin Shen, see Master."

The two young disciples who led the way were startled, and hurriedly turned their attention to Lin Shen.

I have never met Lin Shen, but I have heard of him.

Tuobacheng didn't seem to expect Lin Shen to come, his eyes stayed on him for a while, and then nodded lightly.

"Don't let Cultivation Base go to waste."

Lin Shen raised his head, and nodded his head a little excitedly: "This disciple is to obey the teachings."

After speaking, he cupped fist and exited the door.

Han Muye held the wooden box in front of Tuobacheng.

"Uncle Shi, this is the sword prepared for the Sect rally."

He opened the sword box and let Tuoba take a look.

Tuobacheng glanced at the golden long sword and grinned: "Stinky boy, there are quite a few doorways."

After he finished speaking, he reached out to catch the wooden box and threw it aside.

"Boy, Sect can't reward you this time."

Tuobacheng looked at Han Muye. Just as Han Muye was about to speak, Tuobacheng stretched out his hand and picked up the yellowed paper scroll he had traced on the long desk.

"I have a picture of White Tiger here. You can visualize it. It may be good for you to train your body and practice your sword."

Without waiting for Han Muye to take a closer look at the picture, Tuobacheng had already rolled up the picture and stuffed it into Han Muye's hand.

"Hey, I have a bunch of disciples in Sanshizhai, and none of them can understand this picture."

"then--"

After Tuoba Cheng said this, he turned his eyes to Lin Shen who was standing at the door, shook his head, and stopped talking.

Han Muye held the scroll in both hands, then bowed and said, "Thank you, Uncle, for the reward."

On the way back to Jiange, Han Muye glanced at the scroll in his hand when he saw Lin Shen unconsciously.

"Teacher Lin knows this picture scroll?"

The title of instructor is used to it, and Han Muye is too lazy to change it.

Hearing Han Muye's words, Lin Shen nodded with a complicated look on his face.

"Master's body refining technique is domineering, a sword backlash in the Valley of the Demons, it is difficult to enter the Cultivation Base, and there is nowhere for the blood to pour out, so he uses the White Tiger to guide him every day."

"In this White Tiger picture, it is said that the inheritance of the Master's Cultivation Technique is hidden."

inherited?

so precious?

Han Muye's footsteps paused, only to feel that the scroll was hot.

Anything involving inheritance is hot.

There are many masters under the door of Sanshizhai.

Seeing his appearance, Lin Shen smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, no one is going to grab this inheritance."

"This picture hangs in the lobby of Sanshizhai for three or two months every year. For so many years, no one in Sanshizhai can understand it."

"Back then—" Lin Shen shook his head, a trace of regret flashed across his face, and said in a low voice, "I was only appreciated by Master because of my superb understanding back then."

Lin Chongxiao.

In Sanshizhai just now, Tuobacheng must have thought of Lin Chongxiao, right?

Most of those who like cultivation body Cultivation Technique are poor in comprehension, and are willing to make up for their lack of diligence.

Tuoba Cheng would naturally like to inherit one or two good understandings.

pity.

The two were still a little silent as they hurried on their way.

When you see the Jiange from a distance, it is already the scenery of the west mountain at sunset.

Han Muye saw a figure spinning in circles at the corner of the mountain road in front of him.

"Senior Sister Lu?"

"Are you here to see Brother Six?"

"Why not go?"

Han Muye's voice made the figure pacing and circling over there startled, and turned around to see, who wasn't Lu Qingping?

"Junior Brother Han."

Lu Qingping looked at Han Muye, and nodded to Lin Shen beside him.

"Junior Brother Han, I, I'm not here to find Brother Zhenxiong, I'm—"

Before Lu Qingping finished speaking, Han Muye strode forward and shouted at Jiange: "Sixth Brother, Senior Sister Lu is here to find you!"

In the sword pavilion, Huang Laoliu rushed out with a swoosh.

Lu Qingping stood there, her face flushed, she ducked her feet lightly, and walked towards the sword pavilion.

Han Muye walked fast, walked in front of Huang Lao Liu, turned his back to Lu Qingping, and winked at Huang Lao Liu.

Huang Lao Liu glared at him with a stern face.

"Junior sister, your Sect party is about to start, but you have to prepare well."

Huang Laoliu had his hands behind his back, and his words were extremely official.

Lu Qingping nodded, but did not dare to look at Huang Lao Liu.

One of them stood on the stone steps, the other stood under the stone steps, three feet away.

Han Muye waved his hand and motioned for Lu Gao and Lin Shen, who were watching the excitement, to follow him.

Over there, Huang Lao Liu said again: "Junior sister, have you chosen your swords today?"

Hearing Huang Laoliu talking about swords, Lu Qingping's heart beat even more violently, and he hurriedly raised the sword in his hand.

Seeing the sword in Lu Qingping's hand, Huang Laoliu's expression changed, he turned to look at Han Muye, and blurted out, "This is the broken sword you chose for your sixth sister-in-law?"

Han Muye opened his mouth slightly and looked at the sword in Lu Qingping's hand.

Lu Qingping stood there, her face as red as a cloud.

Six sisters.