Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Sword pool.

The name of the sword pool is that more than 100,000 years ago, the predecessors practiced swords and cast swords here, and they became famous by throwing broken swords into the pool.

Later, some strong seniors realized Taoism and swords here, and inserted their swords into the pool for disciples of younger generations to observe and realize.

Xuanyuan Sword Pool was once a sect enshrined in Tiantang, and it is the strongest heritage of Tiantang.

For countless years, countless sword pool powerhouses have taken action to save Tiantang from danger.

The most difficult and dangerous thing among them was when Venerable Heavenly Sword made a move, sweeping across the sea one by one with one sword, breaking the Lingxiao Heavenly Palace.

After that battle, Xuanyuan Sword Pool became one of the most powerful forces in the Tiger Spirit Realm, and no one dares to underestimate it until now.

In the sword pool, countless sword weapons have been invested over the years.

Among these swords, there may be the insights of the seniors, or the remnants of the seniors, or the last wishes of the seniors, which are stored in the sword pool, waiting for the younger generations to understand.

The long cry of the sword of Jianchi was either a warning, or a peerless genius had arrived.

At this time, the sound of swords in the pool immediately caused countless figures to fly into the sky.

"Could it be that my Xuanyuan Sword Pool has a top genius disciple coming?"

"Impossible, even when Master Wuxiang came, it was just Banchi's sword chant."

"What kind of genius can cause a pool of long swords to shake?"

On the sword pool, dozens of white-haired old men spoke in low voices with serious eyes.

They glanced over, but didn't see anything unusual.

"Great Master Luo Kun and Great Master Xu Jue have never left Lingxiao Tiangong for thousands of years. Could it be that there are some great talents in the world?"

"There will be no top experts in the Outer Domain enter the Tiger Spirit Realm. What is the reason for Man Chi Jian Yin this time?"

These strong men in charge of Xuanyuan Sword Pool are all unknown.

It is really full of sword chants, making them unable to see through the future.

At this time, Han Muye had already stepped up the hill slowly.

In front of him was a hut.

On the side of the thatched cottage is the sword pool full of long swords.

At this time, the long sword vibrated in the sword pool, and the sound of sword chant resounded.

Those disciples who had just arrived at the pool were all dazed, standing there at a loss.

Han Muye walked forward slowly.

"who is he?"

Someone saw Han Muye in mid-air, with doubts on his face.

Everyone else didn't move, only Han Mu moved wildly, which could be seen naturally.

"Is he the reincarnation of the senior, or a genius of swordsmanship?"

"Could it be that the Jianchi is shaking because of his arrival?"

Figures flew down one after another, standing aside, watching Han Muye move forward.

Han Muye walked to the edge of the pool, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked the water.

Just like when he was practicing beside the sword pond.

In his opinion, these swords are just ordinary swords.

But when he stroked the water with his palm, pictures appeared in his mind.

Some people use their swords to reach the end of the world.

Someone is free with a sword.

Some people are happy to be kind and enmity.

There are people who rule the world.

...

Those swords are stories.

It's not a story, it's life.

Whether it is life or death, or carefree, it is all life.

The swords in the pool vibrated and slowly fell silent.

It seemed that they all felt at peace because of Han Muye's arrival.

Han Muye could feel joy and excitement from these sword weapons.

He seemed to hear a voice coming from these sword weapons.

"Master Heavenly Sword Master!"

"Patriarch, I finally see you again!"

"Patriarch, the disciple didn't embarrass you."

At this moment, it seemed that the entire Jianchi, the entire Tiantang, and even the entire Hulingxu Realm felt it.

It's just that this kind of induction is not something ordinary people can feel.

On a mountain far away in the open sea, between overlapping palaces and in front of a tall bronze tripod, there was a loud noise.

A young man with an excited face ran out quickly, waving his mechanical arms.

"Luo Kun, have you sensed it, have you sensed it—"

The young man shouted and ran towards a palace in front of him.

The same tall middle-aged man stepped out of the palace in one step.

"It's Master."

"Master is back."

By the pool, Han Muye just caressed the water in the pool and remained silent.

Beside the pool, old men with white beards walked forward slowly, but they also remained silent.

After a long time, Han Muye stood up.

Beside him, an old man with white beard stepped forward and looked at him with surprise on his face.

"You, you are, you are—"

The old man trembled all over, his eyes widened.

This appearance is exactly the same as the portrait in the middle of the Patriarch Hall!

"My name is Han Wuxie, and I will be a disciple of Jianchi from now on." Han Muye looked at the old man and said softly, "Is there a problem?"

Is there a problem?

The ancestor of Tianjian returned, what could be wrong?

This is the top event of Xuanyuan Sword Pool!

The old man shivered, turned his head to look around, bowed and said, "No problem."

...

Today's Xuanyuan Sword Pool is divided into Jiantang and Jianlu.

The sword huts are the grass huts next to the sword pool.

Among these huts, Senior Jianchi lives in seclusion, and then arranges disciples to accompany him to practice.

This model has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, and it feels the most suitable.

Because these elders and disciples would often go to the sword pool to learn the way of the sword, it is most convenient to live in the sword house.

It can be said that this sword hut is the real inheritance of Jianchi, and the sword hall outside is just for the protection of the sword hut.

The practice of the disciples of the sword hall lacks the true background.

In a sword hut not far from Jianchi, Han Muye sat opposite an old man with white beard.

The old man looked nervous and sat upright.

"Relax." Han Muye looked at the old man and said softly.

The corner of the old man's mouth twitched, he nodded, and then took a deep breath: "Patriarch—"

"My name is Han Wuxie." Han Muye spoke again.

"Patriarch Wuxie." The old man lowered his head slightly, and then said softly, "I am a disciple of Jianchi's sixty-third generation, named Liu Jun, and my cultivation is in the realm of a fairy."

"I used to walk in the rivers and lakes, and I also went to the Lingxiao Tiangong to practice. The swordsmanship I practiced is the Mizuki school."

"Back in Lingxiao Tiangong, I was fortunate enough to have Master Xu Jue forge a long sword..."

For every practitioner who has lived for thousands of years, who has no story?

How could it be possible for someone like Liu Jun to become a heavenly immortal and the elder of Xuanyuan Jianchi without a story?

"Today's Tiantang is still in the hands of the Li family, but there is a lot of chaos in all parties."

"The same is true for Xuan Qin."

"Even Lingxiao Tiangong, in fact, it is very difficult now."

From Liu Jun's mouth, Han Muye just learned that the calamity of the market has already begun.

In the past 100,000 years, at least the Sanfang Ruins Realm has been swallowed by the Huling Ruins Realm.

There is no reason to talk about the engulfment of the original rules.

The Sanfangxu Realm was annexed, and the creatures in it became the creatures in this Fangxu Realm, but because of the lack of origin, their natural cultivation was lower.

This kind of plunder is a battle of life and death.

"The Linglong Realm has been attacking the Tiger Spirit Realm for ten thousand years. In these ten thousand years, the powerful from all sides of the Tiger Spirit Realm have dispatched many times to fight the Linglong Realm in the East China Sea."

"Lingxiao Tiangong has always been at the forefront."

Neither party can do anything to the other, so now both parties are starting to destroy and infiltrate each other.

"They covet all kinds of treasures refined by Master Xu Jue, as well as the refining methods inherited from Lingxiao Tiangong."

"We want to get their Tianyuan Pearl, Linglong Realm is extremely rich."

In this way, the two parties could have complemented each other, but the rules of the market are there, they can only be annexed, and one party must submit.

The 30,000-mile world in the East China Sea is now a battlefield for two parties.

The powerhouses of the Lingxiao Heavenly Palace and the Linglong Realm are intertwined within these 30,000 miles, and they have been fighting for tens of thousands of years.

After hearing Liu Jun's story, Han Muye has a better understanding of the current Hulingxu world.

In fact, in his opinion, if it wasn't for his arrival, the Hulingxu Realm would have already been annexed.

After all, the Hulingxu Realm wasn't very powerful at that time.

Maybe this is the cause and effect?

When Liu Jun walked out of the hut, Han Muye closed his eyes in the hut, and his breath slowly subsided.

At this time, he is just a soul entering the ruins realm, and his cultivation is only in the human realm.

But for him, it is not difficult to improve his cultivation.

In three months, with the help of the Tianyuan Pearl sent by Liu Jun, he raised his cultivation to the heavenly realm.

In the heaven realm, with his swordsmanship, he can already protect himself in this realm.

Moreover, when his cultivation reached the heavenly realm, he also had a slight feeling for Mu Wan.

Not in Tiantang, nor in Xuanqin.

East China Sea, thirty thousand miles of heaven and earth.

Han Muye didn't expect that Mu Wan's soul would fall on the battlefield of thirty thousand miles.

This is quite dangerous.

Although it's okay to lose a trace of spirit, but for Han Muye, he didn't hope that this trip to the ruins world would be over if he didn't find Mu Wan.

They also made an appointment to meet in this ruin world.

"when--"

"when--"

A bell rang outside the sword hut.

When Han Muye walked out, he saw many disciples standing beside the sword pond.

"Han Wuxie, you are really here!" A pleasantly surprised voice came.

Li Si, who was wearing the robe of a sword hall disciple, was surrounded by a vigorous sword energy.

After three months of cultivating sword qi, this guy's kendo talent is not bad.

Called by Li Si, many people turned to look at Han Muye.

It's a pity that in their eyes, Han Muye's aura is indifferent, and there is no sword light shining.

A disciple who entered the sword hut didn't even cultivate sword energy?

According to the rules of Jianchi, if one cannot cultivate sword energy within a year, one will be directly disqualified from cultivation.

Han Muye nodded towards Li Si and walked over slowly.

The group of disciples standing there looked at each other, some of them moved out of the way calmly, and some had a trace of contempt in their eyes.

"Today is the time for disciple Wu Jian to lead the sword, Han Wuxie, you have to seize the opportunity." Li Si looked at Han Muye and spoke in a low voice.

Han Muye nodded.

In front, the old man who presides over Wujian and leads the sword is Elder Jianchi who is of the same generation as Liu Jun.

He glanced around, and then loudly explained the rules of Wu Jian leading the sword, and then took a step back.

Sword comprehension is very simple, sit on the bank of the sword pond, choose a sword with the strongest sensitivity as far as your eyes can see, and feel the artistic conception.

It's easy to say, but in fact, only less than half-performers can achieve sword comprehension every time.

Especially these new disciples, how many of them can realize the artistic conception of the sword early?

Han Muye and Li Si sat down next to each other, and then turned their eyes to Jianchi.

He could feel the respect in every sword here.

His eyes fell on the distance, in the middle of the sword pool.

There, there were a few swords that he had observed and enlightened in Jianchi back then. Seeing you now, I was a little excited to meet old friends.

In the sword pool, there is also a blue-gray long sword.

This sword was the sword that followed him to sweep the Lingxiao Tiangong and pacify the Hulingxu Realm.

Goodbye Han Muye, the sword trembled slightly.

"Wujian must be deterministic, and you can't choose too repeatedly." Li Si turned his head and lowered his voice, "This is what one of my senior brothers told me."

He looked around, and said again: "Also, it's our first time to learn about swords, so it's best not to be too ambitious, and we can choose the sword weapon at the edge of the sword pool."

"The spirituality and memory left on these swords are deeper, and it is easier to understand."

He should have seen what Han Muye was looking at, so he opened his mouth like this.

These are all what he heard from those brothers in the Jiantang, and they are all talks from experience.

Don't look at just these few sentences, they all cost spirit stones in exchange.

If it weren't for Li Si's talent in swordsmanship, people might not be able to tell him this.

Han Muye turned his head, looked at Li Si, and said with a light smile, "Then which sword are you going to comprehend?"

Li Si was slightly taken aback by his words, and then there was a hint of excitement on his face.

Li Si stretched out his finger to Jianchi: "The sword weapon of the fifty-eighth generation ancestor."

There are layers upon layers of sword weapons in the sword pool, but most of them are preserved as disciples from generation to generation.

The further forward, the more profound the artistic conception.

According to what Li Si said, it is actually easier to comprehend the sword weapon after the 60th generation.

This guy asked Han Muye to comprehend the latest one, but he went to comprehend it sixty generations ago, so it can be seen that he is also arrogant.

Han Muye turned his head with a smile, and continued to look at the long sword in the sword pool.

He didn't think about which sword to choose in the past.

Just communicating with these swords is enough.

"when--"

"when--"

An hour later, the bell rang.

Most of the disciples regret getting up.

A few people showed a hint of confusion and excitement on their faces.

Li Si shook his head and stood up. He looked at Han Muye and patted his shoulder: "It's okay, this Enlightenment Sword depends on chance."

"A few more times, maybe you will be able to understand."

"What about you?" Han Muye smiled.

Li Si's face froze, and he shook his head: "Nothing."

After finishing speaking, he showed joy again: "Come on, let's get the sword."

"Maybe with good luck, we can get a good sword."

Although sabers are all standard, there are slight differences in quality.

If you can get the saber left by your predecessors, you may be able to feel the sword energy or sword intent stored in the sword from time to time.

Of course, such opportunities to pick up leaks are really rare.

The place to lead the sword is in a lobby under the sword pool.

The gate of the lobby opened, and teams of sword-leading disciples went in to find the sword.

This scene is somewhat similar to the original Jiuxuan Jiange, but without the sword watcher.

Li Si and Han Muye walked into the lobby, feeling a little lost.

The bundles of long swords were all of the same style, even if there were scattered long swords, they also looked broken and rusted.

With a sword like this, how could there be a good sword?

Those broken swords have been rummaged through countless times, and it is impossible to miss anything.

Li Si bent down to search among the bundles of long swords, then shook his head and pulled out one.

The swords are all the same, so how can there be any chance?

At this moment, Han Muye suddenly reached out and patted his arm.

He turned his head and saw Han Muye pointing to a long rusty sword beside him.

The blade of the sword was mottled, and the scabbard was rotten.

"You choose this sword."