Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Su Shiba and Qi Shisan are both young in appearance and full of heroic spirit.

Lu Shi is a big man with a Chinese character face.

Song Jiu was thin and had a graceful aura.

Li San was actually a female cultivator with a long sword on her back. She had an ordinary appearance and wore linen clothes, like a common swordsman.

However, Han Muye knew that the Sword Sect's direct line would never be a common swordsman.

Those who can rank third in the line of succession are not ordinary swordsmen.

"Han Shijiu, is the practice over?" Lu Shi, with a face with a national character and a mad face, grinned, "I just hunted a raccoon at the bottom of the valley, and let's drink together."

"Song Jiu's rectification skills are even praised by the elders."

Whether it was Lu Shi, Song Jiu, or a few others, they all looked like mortals living in a village in this spiritual land.

Han Muye was also very curious.

In such a spiritual place, shouldn't these elites from the Nine Profound Sword Sect cultivate with all their strength, so they still have time to hunt?

Just like the elder Zhang Zhihe who was standing not far away, no matter how you look at it, he is an old farmer in the village, leisurely planting flowers and raising grass.

"Okay, then I'm welcome." Han Muye smiled and walked out of the mansion.

Watching them walk away slowly, Mu Eryi and the others in the distance showed envious expressions on their faces.

Inheritance.

Every one is a descendant.

"This new nineteenth heirloom has actually been invited by five heirs. It's true..." The speaker shook his head gently.

Such treatment, never heard of it.

"Hehe, you exploded 300,000 spirit stones in two hours, so it is estimated that you can also get an invitation from the heirs." Mu Eryi smiled and turned his head: "Who said that he wanted to invite me to dinner?"

Things gather people by like, and people are divided into groups.

The gap between them is far away.

"Even the third heirloom is out. I'm afraid, this Han Nineteen is not only rich..." In the distance, someone whispered softly, then turned his head and walked away.

In the small spiritual land village, because of this new nineteenth direct descendant, he became very active all of a sudden.

…

The earthen pot and the earthen stove, Song Jiu's spatula with a bib was waving, and the aroma was overflowing.

Su Shiba and Qi Shisan, who were burning the fire below, were skillful in their movements, and the flames rose and crackled.

Even Lu Shi, a big man with a national character and a face, handed out bowls and chopsticks and mixed a cold dish.

In front of the wooden table, only Han Muye and Li San sat opposite each other.

"Ahem, Senior Sister Li San, I don't know what I can do?" Han Muye turned to look around and said awkwardly.

"Wash the dishes." Li San put the long sword on his back on the table, then flipped his palm over, and a small wine jar appeared.

"If you don't get drunk after a while, it's you who washes the dishes."

After all, it is the third in the direct line of Nine Profound Sword Sect, so it is not surprising that he has a space ring in his hand.

Han Muye nodded, and then said softly, "What if I'm drunk?"

His alcohol intake was not that great.

is the wine is not bad.

Last time, I was also drunk and almost split Luyuan Mountain with Wanjian Guizong.

"If you're drunk, I'll wash the dishes."

Li San very boldly patted the wine jar to seal the mud, and a strong aroma of wine wafted.

This wine must be good wine.

Lu Shi turned his hands and put the mixed cold dishes on the table, and then handed over the bowls and chopsticks.

Before Song Jiu's braised **** meat was served, Li San had already poured his wine.

"Come, have a drink." Li San raised the wine bowl and gestured to Han Muye.

This doesn't seem right?

Han Muye turned his head to see that others were still busy there.

"It's okay, you guys drink it first, I'll just cook a dish." Song Jiu, who was originally full of immortal energy, was only left with oil and gas.

tomato novel

After bringing a large plate full of raccoon meat to the table, Song Jiu patted Han Muye on the shoulder again: "Nineteen, you should accompany Third Sister to drink one first."

The kindness was difficult to accept, so Han Muye had no choice but to hold the wine bowl.

"what-"

Just as Han Muye brought the wine bowl to his mouth, Li San, who was opposite him, had already drank it all in one gulp, let out a long sip of alcohol, and then placed the wine bowl on the table with a "smack".

Is it so bold?

Can't be cowardly!

Han Muye raised his head, took two gulps of the wine in the bowl, and drank it straight away.

As soon as the wine entered the mouth, it was already fiery, penetrating through the chest and abdomen.

The scorching heat seemed to set him on fire.

Even the sword energy in Shenzang, Qihai, and Dantian began to vibrate.

"Good wine."

"happy."

Feeling the change in sword energy, Han Muye let out a low cry.

The sword qi vibrated and blended, and it was obviously more agile.

This wine is a rare treasure.

Song Jiu and the others all turned their heads to take a look, then turned their heads again.

Li San, who was sitting across from him, also raised his eyes to look at Han Muye, then chuckled lightly, "Since it's a good wine, drink another one."

She raised her hand to grab the wine jar, Han Muye had already reached out, grabbed the wine jar, and filled two wine bowls.

"Third sister, please."

Before Song Jiu called Li San the third sister, Han Muye felt that it was not so natural.

Li San picked up the wine bowl again and drank it all in one go.

Han Muye looked at the fragrant **** meat and green mixed vegetables on the table, so he had to take a bowl and drink again.

By the time Song Jiu, Qi Shisan, Su Shisan and the others were busy with their work and came over with two small dishes, Han Muye had already filled five bowls.

After drinking this wine, he began to refine his sword energy.

At this time, the sword qi lingered around him, and the sword qi rolling in the sea of ​​qi swallowed up the scattered sword qi around him.

The original three or five strands of sword energy were stirred by the alcohol and condensed into a stream.

The sword energy in Han Muye's dantian turned into a vortex, a little bit of condensation.

It can be felt that these re-condensed sword threads are much tougher than the previous sword energy.

Not only the sword energy in the dantian, this wine can also nourish the soul, so that the sword energy transformed by the soul is tempered one after another as if it were being forged.

not enough!

Five bowls of wine can only condense a small half of the divine soul sword energy.

Han Muye's eyes shone brightly, he stretched out his hand, and directly lifted the wine jar with half of the wine left, raised his head and poured it!

How can you let go of such an opportunity to condense the soul and sword qi?

Lu Shi's expression changed, and just as he was about to reach out to stop it, Li San raised his hand to block it.

"Third sister, this sad wine is not for fun..." Lu Shi turned his head to look at Li San.

"Yeah, when I drank three bowls, most of my sword qi was eliminated." Su Shiba whispered with lingering fears.

Li San stared at Han Muye, Han Muye poured the wine into his mouth, let go of the sword energy on his body, and concentrated to his heart's content.

The sword qi in the dantian has been refined, and there are those sword wills in the qi sea.

A sword intent was shaken, and it was 128,000 sword energies.

This is a rare opportunity to condense sword qi.

In the Divine Treasure, the Divine Soul Sword Qi has been condensed once, and then began to condense the second time.

A streak of divine light rose above his head.

"Divine Soul Sword Qi?" Looking at the divine light above Han Muye's head, Li San's expression froze, and he spoke in a low voice.

"In my sword gate, there seems to be only one who condenses the soul and sword energy, the sword pavilion?" Song Jiu was slightly stunned and whispered.

"No, Jiange can have such a class..." Qi Shisan raised his head and glanced at Lu Shi and the others on the side.

Sword Pavilion, isn't that only the sword watcher?

When will sword-watchers become the heirs of the sect?

"boom-"

At this moment, the sword light exploded above Han Muye's head, and the sword light of the divine soul and the sword light in the sea of ​​dantian qi merged into a faint sword shadow.

The Xuanyang Art, condensing the essence, energy and spirit into a sword, turning it into a thousand swords and returning to the ancestors!

As soon as the sword came out, the surrounding spiritual energy roared and scattered.

The dishes on the wooden table in front of them were blasted by aura and scattered around, Lu Shi, Songjiu and others hurriedly avoided them.

Li San raised his hand, swept away the sword light in his palm, and chopped off all the soup dishes that hit her.

The cold light shone, the sword light dissipated, and the sword energy on Han Muye's body slowly dissipated.

Looking at the mess around, Han Muye shook his head and said with a wry smile, "Sorry, I'll clean it up."

Lu Shi and the others nodded, carried the wine jars, dishes and plates they had just snatched, and walked out.

…

When Han Muye walked out of the kitchen, only Lu Shisongjiu, Su Shiba and Qi Shisan were sitting around the stone table outside. Li San was nowhere to be seen.

"Third sister drank too much, she has already gone back." Seeing Han Muye looking over, Song Jiu smiled and said, "Three bowls must be poured for the third sister's drink."

Three bowls must be poured?

Then you drank five bowls just now, this bowl must have been washed by yourself?

Han Muye smiled and walked over to see that there were only bones and the bottom of an empty bowl on the stone table.

And half a plate of peanuts.

"Han Nineteen, you don't come from a sword pavilion, do you?"

Qi Shisan looked up at Han Muye and asked curiously.

They were guessing when they saw the Divine Soul Sword Qi on Han Muye's body before.

Han Muye nodded and said, "My name is Han Muye, the swordsman of the sword pavilion."

Really swordsman?

Lu Shi and the others looked at each other, and their faces were a little different.

"Nineteen, that, Sword Watcher, is very profitable?" Su Shiba leaned forward and asked in a low voice.

When Han Muye exploded 100,000 spiritual stones to practice before, he and Qi Shisan also prepared to collect the spiritual stones and return them to Han Muye.

But Han Muye burst into practice with 300,000 spiritual stones, which made them lose their temper.

Who can play this?

300,000 spirit stones, if they really took it out, they would go bankrupt.

Now that Han Muye said that he is a sword watcher, they are even more curious. Isn't the sword watcher guarding swords in the sword pavilion, how can he have such a wealth as Han Muye?

"Making money?" Han Muye nodded and said, "It's okay, all the senior brothers will help you, and you will be rewarded for leading swords and choosing swords."

Choose a sword and pay for it?

Relying on this, can he earn a fortune like Han Muye?

"Nineteen, you are very good at choosing swords?" Song Jiu asked curiously.

"It's okay." Han Muye sat on the stone bench and reached out to pick two peanuts and put them in his mouth.

"Haha, then you have to help me choose a good sword. I'm just about to change my sword. UU read www.uukanshu.com" Su Shiba raised his hand and placed a narrow long sword on the stone table.

"Look, what kind of sword is suitable for me."

This is obviously meant to be a school test.

Han Muye stretched out his hand and lightly pressed it on the sword.

The sword has a master, so it is difficult for him to absorb the sword energy, and it is not easy for him to explore the memory in the sword, but the basic information of the long sword is instantly clear.

"The sword is three feet and five minutes long, weighs five catties and one dollar, and the blade has a blood groove on both sides, leaving a line of sharpness."

"Light spirit iron was melted during refining, and the wind speed spirit pattern engraved on the sword body is a fast sword."

Having said this, Han Muye paused slightly, then raised his head and said, "Brother Eighteen, are you a left-handed sword?"

Su Shiba looked at him, his expression from calm to smiling.

"Good guy, awesome."

"At this level, you can make a lot of money just by going to the sword."

"No wonder he has such a wealth."

Just reach out and touch the sword, and you can detect all kinds of information about the sword.

That's all, the key is to be able to say that Su Shiba used the left-handed sword.

Such means are brilliant.

"Make money?" Han Muye shook his head and said, "I don't rely on this to make money."

"I can make alchemy."

Alchemy?

Song Jiu and the others looked at him and looked up and down.

Is this still a swordsman?

"By the way, Sanjie's wine just now was really good. Did she brew it herself?" Han Muye didn't look at Song Jiu and the others. He reached out and grabbed a handful of peanuts, then asked curiously.

Hearing his words, Lu Shi shook his head and said, "You said that sad wine, it was brewed by Boss Deng."

"He said that when the third sister finished drinking, he would almost return from the Northern Territory."

Deng boss?

Northern Territory?

Sad wine?

There is a story!

Han Muye's eyes shone brightly.

It's not gossip, it's just curiosity.