Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

"Senior Brother Han, is he a direct disciple?" Qiao Qing'er looked at the trail with a horrified expression on her face.

Several other people also widened their eyes and couldn't believe it.

What is the heirloom?

There are tens of thousands of outer sect disciples, more than 3,000 inner sect disciples, and then hundreds of elders from the sect who are really introduced into the room. Finally, it is the direct line in the sect.

In the entire Nine Profound Sword Sect, there are hundreds of thousands of disciples, but no more than eighteen descendants!

This is the most outstanding eighteen among hundreds of thousands of people.

Every cultivation talent, cultivation base and combat power are unparalleled.

The identities of the eighteen direct disciples were not disclosed in the door, but most of the elders and deacons knew who were direct disciples.

In the past, the direct lineage of sects started from the outer gate and pushed it all the way, at least the top five of the outer gate.

In the inner door, if you don't make it into the top ten, you will basically miss out on the inheritance.

The direct disciple is far superior to the cultivators of the same generation.

Jin Ze, the sect master of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, and the three Supreme Elders were all descendants of direct descendants.

"Jiange Guan Jianren, can you become a direct disciple..." The young man standing beside Qiao Qing'er looked complicated and said in a low voice.

From the beginning of the encounter with Han Muye, knowing that he is a sword watcher, at most, he is curious about him, and there is still hope that he will lead the sword in the future and become familiar with him.

No one really took the Swordsman seriously.

Later, because of the fight between Huo Ping and Jiang Han, everyone gave Han Muye a high look.

He felt that he could make friends with outside experts like Jiang Han, and he still had some means to choose swords.

When they got to the sect gathering, everyone had a different understanding of Han Muye.

He was actually invited by the elder Takuba of Sanshizhai to sit on the stage and comment on the disciples.

Until now, everyone no longer despised Han Muye.

In recent days, the sword pavilion has a prominent reputation.

Two patriarchs and elders are in charge, and Huang Liuge is righteous Bo Yuntian.

Regardless of whether it is an inner door or an outer door, when it comes to the great prosperity of the sect, it is necessary to mention Huang Laoliu, who gave up his life practice and turned the tide at a critical time.

Many people specially went to Jiange to lead swords, just to visit Huang Laoliu.

At this time, Han Muye was also dipped in the light, and his sword selection skills were brilliant, and he was well known by more sect disciples.

Qiao Qinger and the others knew enough about Han Muye.

But now they realize that they really don't know anything.

"Heirloom ah..."

"There are only eighteen in my Nine Profound Sword Sect, right?" a thin disciple said in a low voice.

"Nineteen, plus Senior Brother Han." Qiao Qing'er whispered and turned to go to the guard hall.

The others looked back and followed.

It is useless to speculate and speculate here, so hurry up and log in to your inner door roster.

In the future, when you go to the sword pavilion to lead the sword, you should be more respectful to this brother Han.

Inheritance, that is an unattainable existence, one can't even think about it.

Huo Ping followed behind everyone blankly, unable to slow down for a while.

...

"Is this the nineteenth direct descendant of the sect?" After the trail, the middle-aged Taoist in a green robe said.

Beside him, the gray-haired old man in the same green robe nodded.

"This person has never been seen before. If it wasn't for the Sect Master to report in advance, I really don't know that the sect already has the 19th direct line."

"I don't know what's so special about this one."

Hearing the old man's words, the middle-aged Qingpao smiled and said, "Which direct descendant is not a dragon and phoenix? If it is not true, how could the sect grant the direct descendant token?"

"Every direct descendant is qualified to compete for the position of suzerain."

"Speaking of the position of Sect Master," the middle-aged Qingpao looked around, then lowered his voice: "Senior Brother, is Sect Master Jin Ze really broken?"

The old man shook his head and waved his hand: "This is not something we can discuss, so keep it secret."

The middle-aged Qingpao nodded, his figure flashed, and disappeared.

"The position of the sect master, I don't know who among the nineteen direct descendants will be in the top position?"

...

Han Muye walked along the path and saw that there was nothing unusual about the surroundings except for the lush vegetation.

Across a small hill, you can see a low village.

It really looks like a small ordinary village, with low thatched huts and bamboo fence chicken coops.

Is there a secret place?

The further forward, Han Muye could sense the change in the concentration of spiritual energy around him.

He is no longer a cultivator, and he will not take a deep breath as he stood at the gate of Jianmen Mountain.

At this time, the spiritual energy in the body was transported, and the spiritual halos slowly appeared around the body, and the feeling of sufficient spiritual energy spread throughout the body.

Here, it should be not far from the spiritual land in the sect.

It just looks so ordinary here.

Han Muye recalled some rumors that many sect elders with bad taste always like to play simple and unpretentious.

Is this small village in front of you extremely plain and unpretentious?

"Hey, newbie?"

Just arrived at the entrance of the village, a young man in gray and white linen clothes who was doing carpentry looked at Han Muye and said with a smile.

Han Muye nodded, he was considered a newcomer.

"Haha, I'm Mumai True Inheritance Twenty-One, just call me Mu Eryi."

The young man put down the saw in his hand, clapped his hands, and looked at Han Muye: "Which line are you from?"

Which vein?

Han Muye thought about it, but he couldn't count in any of his own veins.

Jiange cultivation, which lineage can it belong to?

"I don't seem to know which vein..." He shook his head.

Not which line?

Mu Eryi raised his brows and was shocked.

Among the sects, the disciples under the sect can't be regarded as a lineage, there is only one!

Sovereign, Jin Yishui, Jin Ze!

This cultivator of the two meridians is also the venerable of the sect master, and the disciple of the sect.

Glancing at Han Muye, Mu Eryi became more certain of his own judgment.

Spiritual light shone on his body, and it was not long before he broke through, and there was still sword energy surging on his body.

Sect Master's lineage, true disciple!

I heard that the sect master's path is cut off, is this to train disciples?

"Haha, it doesn't count as a line, I understand, I understand..." Mu Eryi put away the saw and axe with a smile, picked it up with a pole, and turned to leave.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see the secret guardian elder."

"You know the elders stationed here, the water veins are too high for Zhang Zhi and Elder Zhang."

"When you go to him, set a code name here and build a wooden house yourself."

Mu Eryi turned around again and said enthusiastically: "If you are short of manpower, I can help you build it together."

Following Mu Eryi to the village, Han Muye saw that all the young men and women in their thirties lived here.

"Hey, there's a newcomer here again? Which lineage?"

"Mu Eryi, isn't it a newcomer from your wood veins?"

"I haven't seen it before, it's not the top ten in the inner door, who is this?"

Everyone looked at Han Muye with curiosity.

But no one asked directly.

Mu Eryi grinned and didn't make a sound.

The two walked to the middle of the village, and there was a large house, which was different from the surrounding grass and earth houses.

"The elders live here, surrounded by the place where the heirs live."

Mu Eryi pointed to the row of earth, stone and brick houses and said, "At present, eleven of the eighteen direct descendants live here."

Speaking of this, he chuckled softly: "I'm used to living in the spiritual land, and I really can't bear to go out."

Han Muye turned his head to look, a halo of spiritual energy flickered around him.

That's it?

With such a little spiritual energy, what can't you bear?

In his daily practice, he directly used high-grade spirit stones, in which spirit energy was infused, which was much richer than the spirit energy here.

"Didn't you say that there is only one chance per month for spiritual practice?" Han Muye remembered the rules that spread in the sect.

The spiritual energy in the spiritual land is also limited. If you don't set rules, you may not be absorbed and exhausted.

This spiritual energy also supports the magic circle of the entire sect.

"Hehe, things like rules are all done for outsiders to see." Mu Er showed a proud look on one side, and said with a smile: "We are really inherited, that is the future pillar of the sect, this spiritual energy, the sect is still Deserving."

"Let's go, you'll know when you see the elder."

Han Muye nodded and followed him into the mansion.

In the spacious and bright big house, an old man in a blue-gray robe was pacing, holding a kettle in his hand, watering the flowers and plants in the yard.

"Elder, a new true disciple is reporting today." Mu Eryi put down the pick and said aloud.

The old man who was watering the flowers didn't lift his head, just said indifferently, "Who is it?"

Who is under the door?

Han Muye was stunned for a moment.

Who are you under?

Under the door of the Jiange elders?

That's right, but there is no formal entry ceremony, nor is it said that it is an elder disciple of the Jiange Pavilion.

Then, the token of one's direct disciple was given by the sect master, is that considered to be under the sect master?

If you want to talk about the master's inheritance, the ten thousand swords that you cultivate yourself should belong to Mo Yuan's sect.

Mu Eryi looked at Han Muye and lowered his head slightly.

He led Han Muye here, didn't he just want to find out Han Muye's identity?

"Ahem, go back to the elders, I'm probably a disciple of the elders of the sword pavilion~www.wuxiahere.com~ After thinking about it, Han Muye thinks that he has a closer relationship with the elders of the sword pavilions.

It's hard to say whether the suzerain recognizes himself or not, so it's better not to talk about this relationship.

Mo Yuan had already gone to the East China Sea. He used to be a disciple of the outer sect and had no background.

Under the door of the elders of Jiange, it is suitable.

Elder Jiange?

Mu Eryi's eyes narrowed as he looked up at Han Muye.

Is he from Jiange?

In the sword pavilion, aren't they all, sword watchers?

The elder Zhang Zhihe, who was watering the flowers, also raised his head and looked at Han Muye.

"It's you……"

He nodded slightly and said, "When you fought outside Jiuxuan Mountain, were you by Senior Brother Gao's side?"

Han Muye cupped his hands and said, "In the beginning of the war, I really accompanied me all the way."

Zhang Zhihe put down the kettle in his hand, straightened his waist, and stretched out his hand: "You can accompany you all the way, it shows that your character is not bad."

"Senior brother Gao is a proud and arrogant person. It is not easy to get into his door."

"Give me your identity token, I will log in for you, and you will practice here in the future."

Will you practice here in the future?

Han Muye looked up and looked around, hesitant expression on his face.

How did that happen?

The concentration of spiritual energy in this spiritual ground is completely insufficient for his own cultivation and breathing.

Moreover, what I mainly cultivate is sword qi, which is only available in the sword pavilion.

"Elder, I'm just here to take a look at this spiritual place, not to cultivate for a long time."

"I'm a sword watcher, and there are still errands at the sword pavilion."

As Han Muye spoke, he handed over the token that Sect Master Jin Ze gave him.

Inheritance!

Looking at the token, Mu Eryi let out a low cry, almost biting his tongue.

Zhang Zhihe was also shocked, his eyes narrowed, and he looked up at Han Muye.

"It turns out that the nineteenth heirloom is you."