Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Condensation Sword Art.

The inheritance Huang Laoliu got from the elders of Jiange.

Condensing the sword is by no means better than raising the sword.

But this is also the inheritance of the sword pavilion, and it is the existence that can condense the sword of the Hundred Breath Heaven.

Such inheritance is invaluable.

It's just a private inheritance. If it is discovered, waiting for Huang Laoliu's guilt is unimaginable.

Han Muye glanced at Huang Laoliu, shook his head with a smile, and said, "Sixth brother, you want to become a deacon of the sword pavilion, and an elder of the sword pavilion. Two high-grade spirit stones, you sold the condensing sword art?"

In the mundane world, a penny beats a hero.

In the world of practice, this principle remains.

For the vast majority of low-level practitioners, two high-grade spirit stones would never be earned in a lifetime.

And those who were able to come up with two high-grade spirit stones no longer looked down on this wealth.

"I didn't sell the Condensation Sword Art." Huang Laoliu looked at Han Muye solemnly, and said, "I'm afraid that this person is not good enough."

Not up yet?

Han Muye frowned.

At this moment, Huang Laoliu suddenly opened his mouth and said with a proud smile: "Your sixth sister-in-law has already said that you want me to accompany her back to Jinyang."

Back to Jinyang? The hometown of Huang Laoliu and Lu Qingping.

Is Lu Qingping willing to accompany Huang Laoliu to go into seclusion?

Did she figure it out?

Han Muye nodded with a smile on his face: "Sixth brother, congratulations."

If Lu Qingping really left Qingfengguan, that might be a good thing.

After all, Qingfengguan betrayed Jiuxuan Jianmen.

The wrinkles on Huang Lao Liu's face were stretched, and he seemed to be much younger.

"The sixth brother, your cultivation..." Han Muye asked hesitantly in a low voice.

Huang Laoliu had arrogantly said he wanted to step into the heaven, even if it was the Hundred Breaths Heaven.

"Cultivation, just follow the fate."

"What Hundred Breaths Heaven Realm can't compare to the hot kang head of a wife and children."

Rubbing his chin, Huang Lao Liu's toothless mouth grinned.

"When I and Pingmei go down the mountain, I will pass on the condensing sword to you."

"Actually, even if I don't teach you, the elders will teach you. You are the most suitable person to take charge of the sword pavilion."

Reaching out and patted Han Muye's shoulder, Huang Laoliu turned back to the quiet room and took out a small cloth bag.

"I don't think I don't need these elixir to increase life expectancy, you keep it."

These medicines were bought by Lu Qingping during the day, and there was also a piece of the root of the Frostling Bamboo, which was given to Han Muye by Tang Yunhao.

Han Muye wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, he accepted it.

Putting these elixir in Huang Laoliu's hands is not enough to refine the elixir.

And Han Muye also had the main medicines that Bai Suzhen had given him, and he could make pills by looking for some more preparations.

The big deal is that when the time comes, Huang Lao Liu will be divided into one pill.

Seeing that Han Muye took the elixir, Huang Laoliu smiled and went back to the quiet room.

Han Muye also returned to his quiet room, and then lay on the couch, somewhat absent-minded.

Huang Laoliu is about to leave the Jiange and leave the Jiuxuan Sword Gate.

On the first floor of the sword pavilion, I am afraid that he is the only one left.

It seems that cultivation is a lonely journey after all.

On this road, some people fell and some people turned back.

A smile appeared on Han Muye's face.

Huang Laoliu got what he wanted, and he was also happy.

"It's a pity that I came to this world without any worries..."

Han Muye whispered in his mouth, and his eyes fell on the white tiger picture scroll hanging on the opposite wall.

"No, I still have you..."

In his sea of ​​anger, the sword intent vibrated slightly.

These sword intents seem to be transformed into sword energy, penetrate into his body, merge into his dantian, and become a part of his body.

Not only these sword intents, but outside the quiet room, the sword energy infused into those long swords on the first floor of the sword pavilion seemed to sense Han Muye's mood, and made a faint tremor.

At this moment, Han Muye felt inexplicably relieved.

Isn't cultivation just to have this kind of peace of mind?

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Early in the morning, Han Muye went to the small courtyard to wash up and practice swordsmanship. Huang Laoliu had already woken up early, kicking in there.

"Sixth brother, slow down and dodge your waist carefully." Han Muye joked with a smile.

"Bah, Brother Six, my waist is in good shape." Huang Laoliu shouted and punched, and his movements matched Han Muye's intentional and invisible sword moves.

Han Muye swung his long sword at will, and all kinds of swords he had learned before came at his fingertips.

Although there is no spiritual energy infusion on the sword, there is an unspeakable mystery.

The long sword vibrated gently, Han Muye took a deep breath, and pointed the sword forward.

In his mind, the picture of the white tiger coming down the mountain on the wall of the quiet room appeared.

In the small courtyard, the floating sword intent slowly condensed.

Sword Qi turns into silk, like endless tiger hairs in a picture scroll. Every tiger hair is a sword energy.

With the rain-like sword qi condensing out, the small courtyard suddenly became cold.

Huang Lao Liu, who was kicking there, gave a chill, and hurriedly wrapped his robes tightly.

Only Han Muye's sword energy condensed, and then it shattered into nothingness.

Holding a long sword, his brows furrowed.

This sword energy couldn't be condensed because he didn't practice enough.

If he can cultivate a sword stance, he can condense sword qi in an instant.

After a slight hesitation, he shot again.

Since the sword qi outside the body is disobedient, it is better to use the refined sword qi in the body.

These sword qi, obedient, and after consumption, can be reunited.

In the dantian, the scattered sword qi that had been floating in the dantian shook, and followed Han Muye's meridian pulse.

These sword energies were still gentle at first, but when they emerged from their bodies, they suddenly turned cold.

Driven by Han Muye's thoughts, the sword qi slowly solidified.

foot length.

Three inches.

The sword qi swayed and returned to Han Muye's body.

The white tiger image in his mind also dissipated.

It seems that understanding and meeting are two different things.

Tuoba Cheng was able to use a soft ink pen to condense strands of sword energy into tiger feathers.

But Han Muye is now even more difficult to condense into a tiger whip, let alone a tiger's feathers.

With a full-level comprehension, it is too natural to want to be able to master the cultivation method of Tuoba Cheng and other powerhouses.

Whether it is the sword qi turning silk or the white tiger sword stance, only those who are strong in the situation can master it.

"Sure enough, practice is a tower built up step by step."

Han Muye slowly retracted his sword and whispered.

In his dantian, those sword qi were much more condensed and agile than before.

However, most of the spiritual energy he had filled his dantian had also been depleted.

This is the amount of ten top-grade cloud qi pills piled up.

"Condensing sword qi, condensing sword bones, and condensing sword silk are all big consumers of spiritual energy."

Han Muye's eyes shone brightly.

This is the halo of the spirit stone.

When Huang Laoliu turned around, he was slightly taken aback when he saw Han Muye's gaze.

"Brother Han, what kind of swordsmanship are you practicing, why do you look like a tiger trying to eat people?"

...

For half a day in the morning, no one in the Jiange came.

On the square in front of the gate, Lin Shen was waving his great sword, and there was a gust of wind.

The gatekeeper, Lu Gao, was much more careful, leaning against the door frame and making a low snoring sound.

Lin Shen is the salaried leader of the inner sect, so it's okay to make a fuss. He Lu Gao eats Jiange's food, and he can't compare at all.

afternoon.

"Sixth brother won't go to see sixth sister-in-law today?"

Han Muye, who was wiping the long sword in front of the wooden frame and collecting the sword energy, opened his mouth curiously.

It is said that when love is eager, it shouldn't be like three autumns after not seeing each other for a day. Today, Huang Laoliu is sitting in front of the long desk, and he is not in a hurry.

"Tomorrow, the sect gathering will start. Sister Ping has to run in with the sword in her hand, so she can't be disturbed."

Huang Lao Liu shook his head.

Having said that, he turned his head to look at Han Muye: "Brother Han, that sect gathering was wonderful, you must go and see it."

"It is said that many young female disciples of the sect have extraordinary looks, you can't miss it."

have a look?

Those female disciples watching the sect gathering?

Am I such a person?

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