Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

As expected, Lu Gao was used to being a handyman.

All this information was unknown to Han Muye before.

Han Muye nodded, stretched out his hand and patted Lu Gao's shoulder and said, "Don't look at Big Brother Lu's sturdy stature, his mind is very delicate."

"If there is any news in the back door, you can tell me anything."

"It's done, it's done." Lu Gao nodded happily after being praised by Han Muye.

It seems that Huang Laoliu said that Jiuxuan Jianmen will have a big move this time.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be partying here and killing people over there.

It is estimated that the Tailingjian faction also has the same intention, and may cause trouble at the party.

Looking at it this way, if you go to deliver news to Tuoba Cheng, you may really make a great contribution to the sect.

Walking into the sword pavilion, Han Muye looked at the empty long desk and said, "Is sixth brother not here?"

Lu Gao at the door replied hurriedly: "Senior Brother Han, soon after you left, Brother Six went out."

going out?

It seems that once the fire in my heart is ignited, it will be a man, his butt will be burned, and he will not be able to sit still.

"Haha, boy Han, I'm back—"

Han Muye turned his head and saw Huang Laoliu striding over with a bright face.

His steps are steady, his waist is not bent, his back is not hunched, and his eyes are bright.

This is, spring is coming?

"Brother Han, Sister Ping, your sixth sister-in-law recognizes me!" When he walked to Han Muye's side, Huang Laoliu couldn't help rubbing his hands and said in a low voice.

There was uncontrollable excitement in his words.

make out?

"Congratulations Sixth Brother, you didn't bring Sixth Sister-in-law to see?" Han Muye asked with a smile.

"Hehe, it's not too late, she said, come tomorrow." Huang Laoliu smiled and looked proud.

Come to the sword pavilion?

Qingfengguan disciple.

The smile on Han Muye's face did not diminish, he looked at Huang Laoliu who was still delighted, and there was a deep light in his eyes.

The sixth brother is happy.

Hope, all is well.

There was a great atmosphere at dinner tonight.

Huang Laoliu told Lu Gao some interesting stories about Jiange.

Who was scared to pee when he took the sword, and which swordsman in the sword pavilion did not live for three months.

Lu Gao grinned and focused on the big bones in front of him.

Huang Laoliu couldn't eat it.

After closing the pavilion door, Han Muye and Huang Laoliu each returned to the quiet room.

Sitting cross-legged on the wooden couch, Han Muye took out a top-grade cloud qi pill.

The medicinal pill entered the abdomen, and a warm and moist aura quickly traveled through the meridians, and then landed in the dantian.

In the past few days, he swallowed the medicinal pills every day, and the original dantian, which was 100 meters in diameter, slowly expanded, and there was an extra half-foot space.

Don't look at the increase just a little bit, but the total capacity has expanded a lot.

Recently, he deliberately supplemented his cultivation knowledge, and Han Muye also knew that his dantian was stronger than many Qi condensing stages.

It's just that at present, the sword intent he controls is too strong, and his physical body and spiritual energy cultivation base are motivated, just like a three-year-old child swinging a sledgehammer, which is too uncoordinated.

Only when the physical body has been cultivated to a certain level, and the spiritual qi practice has at least entered the real condensing stage, can it be flexible enough to activate those sword intents.

"Om-"

Just as Han Muye was carrying the spiritual energy and then mobilized the sword energy into his dantian to warm up, there was a faint sound outside the quiet room.

When he opened his eyes, there was nothing in front of him.

"Sister Ping?"

The voice of Huang Laoliu came from the quiet room next door.

It's that sword!

The sword that was sent today!

At first, this sword came to his quiet room and almost killed him.

Just as Han Muye was about to get up, Huang Laoliu's voice came from next door again, "Wouldn't it be better for you to pretend to be her for a while?"

"Is it because my body is dry, I can't squeeze blood, and I don't even have the mind to pretend?"

The sound of the sword chirped, and then the sound of the long sword falling "dang clang".

"Disappointing, go to sleep." Huang Laoliu muttered.

Han Muye shook his head and chuckled.

Also, Huang Laoliu lived in Jiange for seven years, how could he not be extraordinary?

As soon as he drank it, he let the long sword that was going to hurt him vibrate and fall.

It seems that Huang Lao Liu also has a special ability.

After thinking about this, Han Muye felt a lot more relaxed, focused on himself, and began to polish his physical strength.

At the beginning, he took the solid pill, although it was a high-quality product, it still had no effect.

Maybe a higher-grade body refining pill could be helpful for body refining?

Why don't you buy it for a few days and try it?

With a dozen high-grade spirit stones in his pocket, Han Muye was very confident.

While running the body training method, he absorbed another sword energy into his body.

The sour taste of scraping bones made him grin.

I don't know who invented this practice method, the sword energy penetrates into the bone marrow, and it is really looking for abuse.

Fortunately, the sword qi circulated in his body, and after a week in the sea of ​​dantian qi, it turned into a gentle little hand and began to soothe his meridians.

This kind of comfort is unstoppable.

He even felt that his meridians seemed to have widened a lot under the gentle touch of sword energy.

Perhaps, with the continuous erosion of sword energy, can one's own qualifications be improved?

The ninth-rank aptitude does have great restrictions on cultivation.

Even if Han Muye didn't try his best to cultivate spiritual energy like an orthodox cultivator, he still felt that his aptitude was restricting his cultivation.

There are a lot of medicinal pills in the air, the meridians are running slowly, and a lot of medicinal power and spiritual energy have escaped.

Fortunately, these escaping medicinal powers are not completely wasted.

Reiki medicinal power can enhance the physical strength and make the muscles and bones more stable.

After practicing overnight, Han Muye felt relaxed.

Lifting the sword to the small courtyard, he saw Huang Laoliu holding the sword in his hand, slashing fiercely there.

The long sword slashed on the thick tree trunk, and sawdust splattered everywhere.

"Aren't you here to disturb Lao Tzu's good dreams?"

"You're the sixth brother, I'm a vegetarian, right?"

"Next time, I will throw you into the ditch."

...

Turning to see Han Muye coming, Huang Laoliu held the long sword in his hand and said, "Brother Han, how did this sword come back?"

"Yesterday, an inner disciple named Zhu Guangsheng brought it here."

"Su Yang, who led the sword at the time, has fallen."

Han Muye said in a low voice.

Holding the sword in his hand, Huang Laoliu's eyes fell on Han Muye.

After a while, he smiled and said, "That's right, no wonder the elders took a fancy to you."

After he finished speaking, he carried his long sword and walked towards the sword pavilion.

"I'm cultivating the sword congealing art, condensing a sword qi with my own soul qi and blood."

"When your cultivation is completed, you will be able to carry the sword intent of the Nine Profound Sword."

"Of course, it can only condense the power of a sword."

"When the elders passed on my condensing swordsmanship, they said that I was not qualified to cultivate swordsmanship."

"Only the sword raising art is the real inheritance in the sword pavilion."

Huang Lao Liu whispered, as if he was talking to himself, and also seemed to be talking to Han Muye.

Raising the sword is the real inheritance of the sword pavilion?

Han Muye was slightly taken aback.

What he cultivated, wasn't it the sword raising technique?

"Sixth brother, I-"

Before Han Muye finished speaking, Huang Laoliu waved his hand and said, "Everyone has their own fate."

"I would like to be that Sword Heaven Realm."

"You choose your own way."

"I do not regret."

After speaking, he took the sword and walked into the sword pavilion.

Han Muye's gaze fell on Huang Laoliu's back.

Do you really not regret it?

...

In the morning, looking at Huang Laoliu's anxious appearance, Han Muye said with a smile, "Sixth brother, why don't you go out for a walk?"

Huang Laoliu stood up and left.

At the door, Lu Gao's voice came: "Sixth brother, do you want to bring food today? How many copies, is the meat going to be mushy..."

"Fuck you..." Huang Laoliu's scolding came from a distance.

Han Muye almost laughed out loud and turned to wipe the long swords.

He has fallen in love with the feeling of brushing the gun and sharpening the sword every day, and the blending of sword energy is very refreshing.

"The sword pavilion leads the sword rules, bathes and changes clothes, burns incense and meditates-"

Unknowingly, at noon, Lu Gao’s voice was shouting at the gate of Jiange.

Is business open?

Han Muye put the long sword back into its sheath and turned around.

"I'm looking for it, Han Muye."

A hoarse voice came from the door of the sword pavilion.

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