Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Where did the sword embryo come from?

Everyone looked at Han Muye.

The Lord of Yunjiang City looked calm, walked behind the Mountain Lord, raised his hand to hold a long knife, and pressed the blade against the Mountain Lord's back.

"If you refined the sword embryo, it would be useless."

"If he had refined the sword embryo, you would have died."

The sword embryo was refined by Han Muye, so there was no need to keep the mountain master.

The sword embryo was refined by the mountain master, so there was no need to keep Han Muye, a young apprentice.

The mountain owner raised his head and looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye also lowered his head and looked at the mountain master whose mouth was bleeding.

"Do you know why I didn't make a sword for him?" the mountain master's voice sounded.

"I heard that you and Feng Yangqing traveled together in the world back then, and they were brothers who shared life and death." Han Muye said.

He had heard different versions of this news.

Many people speculated whether the mountain master would refine a long sword for Yunjiang City Master that could defeat Feng Yangqing or even kill him.

"That's right," the mountain master nodded, with a trace of nostalgia on his face, "I really miss those smooth travels in the rivers and lakes back then..."

Speaking of this, there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes: "If Master hadn't died and Broken Sword Mountain was besieged, I wouldn't have come back."

"Haha, Yunjiang City, you have always regarded Broken Sword Mountain as your backyard, as a slave who forges weapons for you."

"So what," looking at Yunjiang City Master who was holding a sword on his body with a cold face, the mountain master showed a smile on his face: "You want me to refine the sword for you?"

"Haha, give up on this idea!"

"Since Master left a letter telling me not to return to Broken Sword Mountain in this life, I knew that Yunjiang City was behind the siege of Broken Sword Mountain."

City Lord Yunjiang pressed down the blade in his hand, lowering the mountain Lord's head.

His face was calm, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes.

"Who refined the sword embryo?"

Han Muye stretched out his hand and pointed at the mountain owner.

The mountain master gave a long laugh and slammed his head into the sword in Yunjiang City Master's hand.

City Lord Yunjiang sneered and drew back his long sword.

Before the mountain master hit the blade, he moved and threw back the arm that Ben was carrying.

"Click——"

His hand hit the long knife held by the soldier behind him, and half of his arm fell off.

Cut off your arm!

This scene made Yunjiang City Master see anger in his eyes.

He waved the knife in his hand, causing a bloody gash on the neck of the bewildered soldier, and blood splattered.

The long sword pressed against the pale mountain master, and murderous intent emerged in Yunjiang City's eyes: "Okay, if he can't refine a good sword today, there will be no need for Broken Sword Mountain to exist."

The long sword was pointed at all the apprentices and servants of Broken Sword Mountain in front of him. City Lord Yunjiang gritted his teeth and roared: "If you don't refine the main sword of this city, everyone here will be buried with you!"

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The knocked down refining furnace was put up again and ignited.

The spiritual materials were put back into the furnace.

The mountain owner, whose arm was simply bandaged, stood in front of the iron felt and looked at Han Muye with complicated eyes.

"What are you doing back?"

If Han Muye does not come back, Broken Sword Mountain will inevitably be destroyed.

However, the inheritance of weapon refining in Broken Sword Mountain will not be interrupted.

But now Han Muye is back.

With Han Muye back, the inheritance of Broken Sword Mountain may really be cut off.

"You taught me how to refine weapons. I can't watch you die on the mountain." Han Muye raised his head and spoke.

The mountain master's eyes flashed with gleaming light, and a faint blush appeared on his pale face.

After pondering for a moment, the mountain master seemed to have made a decision and whispered: "You refine the weapon while I watch. Remember what I said. I will only say it once."

Han Muye nodded.

The sound of clanging hammers sounded. Han Muye stood in front of the iron felt and forged a sword. Not far away, the Lord of Yunjiang City, who was holding a long sword, looked on.

The mountain master whispers from time to time, from the strength and angle of the forging hammer to the temperature of the flame.

He kept talking, as if he was afraid that Han Muye would not remember it, and sometimes he would repeat a few sentences.

The sparkle in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

The sword embryo under Han Muye's hammer gradually took shape, becoming more brilliant than the previous one.

After quenching and polishing, a shining sword appeared in Han Muye's hand.

The mountain owner sighed and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's done..."

His face is complicated.

City Lord Yunjiang, who took the sword, waved the sword, turned his eyes to the Mountain Lord, and snorted coldly.

"You said if I take your head to see Feng Yangqing, what will happen to him?"

The mountain owner looked miserable and said nothing.

"Lord City Lord, if you take this sword and defeat Feng Yangqing, and then tell him that this sword was refined by the Mountain Lord, what do you think Feng Yangqing's expression will be?"

Han Muye's voice sounded from the side.

City Lord Yunjiang was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

"Okay, wait until I come back with Feng Yang Qing's head."

The galloping horses left, leaving groups of soldiers behind to surround Broken Sword Mountain.

Beside the fire, the mountain owner looked bitter and sighed sadly.

"I thought I could keep the inheritance, I thought I wouldn't hurt Brother Feng with my sword, but I didn't expect..."

As long as the Lord of Yunjiang City defeats Feng Yangqing, he will definitely destroy the Broken Sword Mountain inheritance.

No matter it was him or Han Muye, they would all be killed.

All his plans were in vain.

Han Muye looked at the mountain owner and said softly: "We won't know until the results come out..."

…

Ten days later, news spread in the Jianghu that Yunjiang Chengcheng's sword had killed dozens of Jianghu masters, and then fought Feng Yangqing again.

That battle was turbulent, with wind, sand, and smoke billowing from ten miles away.

In the end, the sword in Yunjiang City Lord's hand broke and he died on the spot.

Feng Yangqing rectified the generals and led the martial arts masters to Yunjiang City.

"You, how did you do that?" The mountain owner looked at Han Muye, dumbfounded.

He saw the sword with his own eyes, and it was clear that it had been refined to the extreme, and could not be resisted by the sword in Feng Yangqing's hand.

"Actually, this is the essence of kendo, right?"

Han Muye did not look at the mountain owner, but looked down the mountain.

A group of warriors came flying towards them following a figure holding a long sword.

"With a sword in hand, there is a moral dilemma."

"A sword has a double edge. If you hurt others, you still hurt yourself."

The mountain master wanted to refine the sword that defeated Feng Yangqing, but he lost the loyalty in his own faith.

But if he didn't refine the sword, he would lose his family's inheritance.

This is a dilemma.

The space in front of Han Muye slowly turned into an illusion.

Broken Sword Mountain, the mountain owner, and the furnace all seemed not to exist, but they seemed to have always been there.

"I don't have so many worries about the sword in my heart."

"No matter how difficult or dangerous it is, I will kill it all with one sword."

"A sword is just a sword after all. If the person holding the sword is gone, isn't the sword just a piece of scrap metal?"

"boom--"

All the scenes in front of Han Muye disappeared.

The mountain owner bowed to Han Muye and disappeared.

Ahead, a figure holding a long sword shouted loudly, and then threw his sword off the cliff.

Han Muye stretched out his hand, and a rotten sword appeared in his hand.

The sword intent is poured into it, and the layered memories in the sword emerge.

The master of Broken Sword Mountain died with his sword, severing his inheritance. Feng Yangqing killed the master of Yunjiang City with his sword. When they arrived at Broken Sword Mountain, there was only ruins left.

Feng Yangqing abandoned his sword and went into seclusion. From then on, the world lost a peerless swordsman.

"Wind Spirit Sword."

Han Muye whispered.

The memory in the sword is reality, and the illusion is still an illusion.

He rescued the mountain lord and forged the sword, but it was all a dream after all.

The sword in his hand broke and Han Muye stood up.

"Um?"

Looking at the long and narrow sword embryo on the ground, Han Muye's eyes sparkled with brilliance! (End of chapter)