Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

After Huang Laoliu finished speaking, the whole person froze there.

With a shy red on his daisy face, he turned his head and stared at Han Muye, but dared not look down the stone steps.

"Cough, sixth brother, I bought this sword myself."

Han Muye tapped the sword in Lu Qingping's hand with his chin.

Huang Laoliu turned his head mechanically.

Lu Qingping hurriedly lowered her head and said softly, "I'm here to bring this sword."

Hearing her words, Han Muye hurriedly stepped forward and took the sword: "Thank you Liu—Senior Sister Lu."

Lu Qingping turned around and left.

A look of disappointment flashed across Huang Lao Liu's face.

"Sixth brother, it's getting late, sister-in-law six can't worry about going back alone, there are many wolves in the mountains—" Han Muye shouted loudly.

Huang Lao Liu said in a low voice, "It's just you."

That being said, people have already gone after Lu Qingping.

"Sixth brother, do you want to bring dinner? Do you want bones or meat—" Lu Gao came over with a loud voice.

Han Muye glared at him: "It's just you."

Lugo grinned.

Practitioners are not very particular about food, three meals a day or two meals a day are also acceptable.

It is normal to cultivate to a high depth, drink the dew to be convinced, and cut off five grains.

Han Muye had never seen Jiange Elder eat.

Holding the sword in his hand, Han Muye went straight back to the quiet room of the Jiange Pavilion.

Lin Shen looked at the sky, turned around and left.

Lu Gao stood at the door with a dazed look on his face.

"Aren't you guys going to eat dinner?"

"No, then should I wait for the sixth brother to come back and then close the door, or close the door now..."

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In the quiet room, Han Muye put down the White Tiger picture scroll that Tuoba Cheng had given him, and held it on the hilt of the sword with a hint of hesitation on his face.

He was familiar with this sword.

Today in Fang City, he recognized this sword at a glance.

This is the handle that Huang Laoliu is hiding in his hands.

In the past, Huang Laoliu was a very precious treasure and kept wiping.

Men in the world, who doesn't want to have a sword in their hands?

Yesterday, Huang Laoliu sold the sword for Spirit Stones who bought a sword for Lu Qingping.

After hesitating, Han Muye released his hand from the hilt of the sword.

No matter what secrets are in the sword, Huang Lao Liu owns it.

Can not watch.

Putting the long sword on the table, Han Muye slowly unfolded the White Tiger picture scroll sent by Tuoba Cheng.

This is a picture of a hanging-eyed and white-fronted tiger going down the mountain.

On the steep and lofty mountain peak, a white giant tiger seemed to be wrapped in wind and thunder, his mouth was hissing, and his eyes were fixed on the front.

The tiger hairs on this White Tiger's body are completely visible.

Subconsciously, Han Muye turned his gaze to White Tiger's eyes.

The eyes of this White Tiger revealed majesty and loneliness, as if the Wuthering Mountains were overwhelmed by all beasts.

After watching it several times, this painting is indeed very imposing.

That's all?

Not so much, right?

If it were as simple as that, Tuobacheng wouldn't have given him the painting so cherished, and he even told him to visualize it.

Slowly closing his eyes, Han Muye recalled the contents of the scroll.

In his mind, a picture emerged.

White Tiger figure.

Where did this picture come from?

Lin Shen said that after Tuoba Cheng was injured, in order to relieve his own blood that was difficult to suppress, he just described it.

How to dredge Qi and blood when tracing a picture scroll?

Opening his eyes, Han Muye's eyes fell on the individual tiger hairs.

He reached out his hand and stroked the scroll lightly.

"boom--"

"Roar--"

The roar sounded low in the quiet room, and the entire quiet room was richly gusted, and the suspended dust was shattered by the hair-like Sword Qi.

The countless tiger hairs on White Tiger's body, each one is a Sword Qi!

At this time, all the Sword Qi in the picture scroll were activated, and it was unknown how many Sword Qi were levitating and wreaking havoc in the quiet room.

In Han Muye's mind, a White Tiger roared, clashing everywhere, as if to choose someone to devour at any time. The White Tiger turned his head slowly, his eyes meeting Han Muye's.

At that moment, Han Muye felt cold all over, as if he was about to be torn to pieces by the tiger's claws.

"Om-"

The Sword intent vibrated in his Qi Sea, and the White Tiger image in his mind shattered and dissipated.

The Sword Qi in the room was also closed and turned back into the tiger feathers on the picture scroll.

Han Muye took a deep breath and stared at the White Tiger picture in front of him.

No wonder no one in Sanshizhai can understand this picture.

This is not at all a picture that is described by dredging qi and blood!

Everyone in Sanshizhai thought that this scroll was filled with Tuoba's excess qi and blood, which was hidden and all in the body.

In fact, there is not a trace of blood in this picture scroll, there is an endless Sword Qi!

Tuobacheng did not integrate his own blood into the picture scroll, but merged his own swordsmanship and condensed Sword Qi into the picture scroll.

"Sword Qi becomes silk, as soft as hair."

"White Tiger came out of the mountain, like a collapse."

In this picture scroll, Tuoba is sealed as redundant Sword Qi. If these Sword Qi are imperial envoys, they can completely fight against and kill the enemy, no less than a spiritual weapon.

And the most important thing is how to condense the Sword Qi method in this picture scroll, as well as the swordsmanship condensed by Tuoba Cheng.

Like a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests, the wind and clouds swept through.

Just now, if it wasn't for the Sword Intent stored in Qi Sea being strong enough, Han Muye would have collapsed just by looking at the sword force.

However, Tuobacheng's sword stance has not yet been cultivated, and the White Tiger has not yet reached the general trend of going down the mountain without a return.

Han Muye's eyes shone brightly.

This Uncle Tuoba actually deceived everyone.

What a kendo backlash, what a serious injury that hasn't recovered for twelve years.

He is clearly raising a sword!

The sword is ready, and under the heaven, it can be called invincible!

"Uncle, uncle, you can really look at me..."

Han Muye chuckled lightly as he looked at the scroll.

Tuobacheng is also not afraid of the swordsmanship and Sword Qi on the White Tiger scroll, so he will kill himself directly?

Recalling that the Jiange Elder did not save himself at the time, Han Muye shook his head slightly.

Perhaps in the eyes of these powerhouses, opportunity coexists with danger.

If you want to get the chance, you have to accept the danger.

If you want to be honored, you must bear the weight?

If you really can't stand it, then if you die, you will die.

Hanging the scroll carefully on the wall of the quiet room, Han Muye stepped back and looked up and down.

Well, the quiet room is a little more elegant and a little more imposing.

Looking at the White Tiger going down the mountain, Han Muye smiled.

Whether it is the practice of Sword Qi, or the role of this picture scroll against the enemy, it is a treasure that he can use.

The reward of a cheap uncle is really not cheap.

"Sixth brother, you are back-"

At the gate of Jiange, Lu Gao's resentful voice came.

It was dark today, and Huang Laoliu came back a little early.

Han Muye took the sword on the table and was about to leave the quiet room when there was a knock at the door.

"Sixth brother came back early enough, sixth sister-in-law didn't leave you..." Han Muye squeezed his eyes twice.

Huang Laoliu shook his head with a serious look on his face, looking at the sword in Han Muye's hand.

Han Muye smiled and handed the sword back.

"Sixth brother, you are willing to do it for Sixth Sister-in-law. This sword has been with you for three or four years, right?"

Huang Laoliu took the sword and rubbed his palms with a complicated expression on his face.

"It's been six and a half years. When I came to the Jiange for half a year, there was some trouble in the Jiange. Apart from the Elder, I was the only one who watched the death of the swordsman."

"I was afraid at night, so I hugged it to sleep."

Huang Laoliu clenched his sword tightly, then looked up at Han Muye.

"Brother Han, I'm afraid I won't be able to repay the debt of 20,000 Spirit Stones."

There was a suppressed emotion in his eyes.

"I'll pass on the Ningjian Jue to you, this is the only thing I can do."

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