Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

"The third level of Bibo Swordsmanship?" Han Muye whispered.

Bibo Swordsmanship has the third level.

The third level, which already involves sword intent.

Different from the initial speculation, Bibo swordsmanship is still too low-level, and there is no perception of swordsmanship in the third level.

This was Han Muye's experience after deducing the Bibo Sword.

Among the Nine Profound Sword Sect, the swordsmanship involving sword potential is at least five profound levels.

Among the Four Profound Swordsmanship, only a few can combine the power of other swordsmanship, and then condense the sword force.

Even the Five Profound Swordsmanship requires fusion power.

The blazing prairie swordsmanship of the fire pulse requires the power of wind.

Tuobacheng's Earth Veined White Tiger Sword Stance, which was also spawned by the Body Refinement Technique, condensed the Sword Stance with a general trend.

Seeing Han Muye pondering, Yang Shao raised his hand and took out a pale yellow book from his arms.

"Senior brother, this is the task book I have completed, which is worth 90 merits."

"That's all I can come up with now."

Taking a deep breath, Yang Shao said in a low voice.

Han Muye glanced at those task books, but did not reach out to take them.

"Senior brother, my master went down the mountain to fight at the Fenglingjian sect, and most of my followers of the Santan Pavilion went there."

"When I go, I can earn merits."

"You can tell me what the price is for senior brother. When I return to the mountain, I will return the merit to you."

Yang Shao held the task booklet, a look of anxiety flashed on his face, and said in a low voice.

He can't be in a hurry.

Plans can't keep up with changes.

At the beginning, his master, the elder Xu Haosheng of Santan Pavilion, said that he would be accepted as a closed disciple. As long as he understood the third level of Bibo swordsmanship within three years, he would be given a true inheritance.

That is to value his understanding and long-term investment.

But now from the war, combat power is the most important thing.

In the Santan Pavilion, Su Yunsheng was the strongest in combat and came out on top, earning many merits and prestige for the Santan Pavilion.

Xu Haosheng also changed his attitude and planned to recommend Su Yunsheng as the true biography first.

Yang Shao was reluctant to be the true inheritor.

True disciples, but have the opportunity to enter the spiritual practice.

All kinds of resources are tilted, and it is not comparable to inner disciples.

"It's not a matter of merit." Han Muye shook his head, looked at Yang Shao, and said softly, "The third level of blue waves, returning to the ancient well without waves, and the drastic changes of the waves."

"Only when you experience the state of mind at that moment can you understand it clearly."

After he finished speaking, he reached out and opened the books on the bookshelf, carefully read the introduction of the exercises above, and ignored Yang Shao.

"The ancient well has no waves, but the waves are surging?"

"Is this possible?"

Yang Shao's expression changed, he bowed his hands to Han Muye, put away the task book, and turned to leave.

He believed that Han Muye would not lie to him.

There is no need to lie to him.

Perhaps, it's really just that he didn't understand enough of his mood to comprehend the third level of Bibo.

The opportunity has not come.

Practice, that's it.

Han Muye continued to flip through the book at an extremely fast speed.

"Golden Sun Art?"

When a book was opened, Han Muye's eyes lit up.

This technique is a blazing technique that condenses spiritual energy into a blazing sun.

Different from the fire pulse practice method, this practice method corresponds to the great sun, which is inseparable from the birth of all things.

This exercise is vast and magnificent, and it is very useful for the refinement of the meridians.

Holding the blank exercise, he walked to the receptionist Qingpao Deacon, and Han Muye handed it over.

"Golden Sun Art?"

The deacon shook his head and said in a low voice, "This practice method is incomplete, it is an ancient practice method."

"You better get another one."

Antiquity?

Han Muye chuckled lightly and said, "I'll take a look at it first."

We don't want to be on the map, we just want to draw an ancient one.

Seeing Han Muye's insistence, Deacon Qingpao took out a jade plaque and said, "You can issue a performance task. There are not many people who have practiced this practice, so you must be mentally prepared."

"If no one really performs the exercises, you can go to the library in the door and watch the exercises directly."

"But in that case, how much you can comprehend is up to you."

No one explains how to act, just read the classics, it really depends on understanding.

For most practitioners, this kind of practice, the time it takes to comprehend the exercises, and the various difficulties encountered in the process of deriving the exercises are all headaches.

Han Muye took the jade plate, walked straight to the corresponding quiet room, and then entered the performance requirements on the jade bib.

"The thirty-eighth quiet room seeks to perform the Golden Sun Art, and pays 100 meritorious deeds."

One hundred meritorious deeds, ten thousand spirit stones, this practice method is considered expensive among the cultivation methods of the seventh-grade aptitude.

Sure enough, the task was issued, but no one took it for a long time.

It seems that there are really not many people who repair it.

Just when Han Muye was about to give up the task of publishing and see when he would go to the library to check the exercises, a light flashed on the stone wall in front of him.

The task has been accepted.

But for a moment, a middle-aged man in a white robe walked into the quiet room.

Han Muye knew him.

Shen Muyang, a disciple of the Fire Vein elite.

At the beginning, it was this teacher who asked swordsmanship to start a prairie fire.

"You want to cultivate the Golden Sun Art?" Looking at Han Muye, Shen Muyang said in a deep voice.

Today's Han Muye did not wear a robe and mask to conceal his identity, so Shen Muyang naturally did not know that this was his big creditor.

Han Muye nodded.

"The Golden Sun Art has been inherited from ancient times. The exercises are incomplete and cultivation is not easy. Do you know this?" Seeing Han Muye nodding, Shen Muyang opened his mouth again.

Han Muye said softly, "I know."

The mask that concealed his identity could change his voice. At this time, Han Muye's voice did not change, it was completely different from the original.

Shen Muyang didn't notice Han Muye's identity in the slightest, just nodded and said, "Well, I'll show you the practice formula and practice process of this exercise."

After speaking, he shook his body, spun his knees in the air, and spoke in a low voice.

"Hang Xuanyuan's fierceness, strengthen Sanyang's calmness."

"Yunling nine days sinking into the valley, turning into Qionglin..."

In Han Muye's mind, a picture of meridians running appeared.

The spiritual energy was poured from the top of the head, and then gathered along the meridians to the dantian.

The speed and volume of spiritual energy that this Golden Sun Technique operates is several times higher than other exercises.

Comprehend the Golden Sun Art.

When Shen Muyang finished explaining the exercises, Han Muye had already understood the exercises.

"I'll explain it to you twice. Remember, this Golden Sun Art should not be practiced for more than two quarters of an hour a day."

"Otherwise, the fiery yang fire will burn the meridians, which will reverse the spiritual energy of the dantian and cause the risk of loss of energy."

Shen Muyang looked at Han Muye, his body shook, and he began to explain again.

It wasn't until nearly half an hour that Shen Muyang left.

When leaving, he also instructed Han Muye to carefully control the amount of spiritual energy he absorbs.

Seeing Shen Muyang take away the spiritual stone worth a hundred meritorious deeds, Han Muye smiled wryly.

Who is the creditor?

It's just that Tao Ran's ancestor lives in Jiange now. If he reveals his identity and wants to come to Su Yuan for a thousand merits, I am afraid that Tao Ran's ancestor will chase after him and ask him how to learn it.

Han Muye didn't want outsiders to know about his knowledge of the exercises from the sword.

It's just a thousand merits, so I owe it in vain, and there is no interest, I really feel a little unwilling...

Turning his head to look at the jade bi, there is also the task flow of seeking Liaoyuan swordsmanship.

Han Muye knew that it was Shen Muyang who was looking for him and wanted to pay back the thousand merits.

"what?"

The tasks on the jade bib were flipped, and one of them made him slightly stunned.

"Quiet room No. 105, I want to perform the magic of ten thousand swords and return to the sect. The reward is ten spirit stones."

Wan Jian returns to the ancestors.

Since the legend of Elder Wanjian has been circulated in the door, the practice of this practice has also set off a wave of enthusiasm for a period of time.

It's just that no one learns to waste.

When Mo Yuan was in Jianmen, he also taught many people to return to the sect with ten thousand swords.

In the Yanfa Building, there are also his legends.

But now to learn Wanjian Guizong again, everyone is dumbfounded.

Those who perform the Fa act stupidly, and those who study the Fa are dumbfounded.

Facing the front, raising your hand, and then shouting: "Have you learned?"

This is Wanjian Guizong?

No wonder the price is only ten spirit stones.

If you set too much, I'm afraid you will be beaten.

Han Muye looked at the task on the jade bib, hesitated for a moment, and then moved his hand.

He didn't change his clothes to hide his identity, and walked straight to the quiet room No. 105.

Go to the quiet room, open the door, and see a young man in a green robe.

Outer disciple.

This is the Inner Sect Hall of Falun Dafa, and generally few disciples from the outer sect come here.

It is mainly the exercises in the Yanfa Building. Even if it is for body training, the cheapest iron bull strength is the eighty spirit stones.

Outer disciple, how long does it take to accumulate so many spirit stones?

With the time to hold the spirit stone between the teeth, it is better to practice well, just cultivate the outer door practice, quickly reach the peak of Peiyuan, and step into the inner door is the only reason.

"Are you going to repair Wanjian and return to the sect?"

Han Muye looked at the young boy with a youthful face.

"Zhou Wen has met Senior Brother." The boy was a little cautious, bowed to Han Muye, and then handed over ten spirit stones.

It seems that this is the first time to come to the law house.

"Are you a new disciple of the sect?"

"Have you recruited new disciples recently?"

Han Muye didn't pick up the spirit stone, but spoke lightly.

"If I go back to my senior brother, I am, Zhou Yan's ancestor is the uncle of my direct relative." The young man sorted out his words and said in a low voice, "My uncle fell for the sect, and the sect has chosen a few juniors from the Zhou family to be admitted."

It turned out to be the descendant of Zhou Yan, the deacon of Jianzhantang.

At the beginning, Zhou Yan's sword was handed to the second floor of the sword pavilion by Han Muye.

Speaking of which, Qin Yuanhe, who killed Zhou Yan, doesn't know what to do now.

Han Muye knew that the sword didn't kill him back then, but he didn't know what to do after being taken away by the sect.

"Wanjian Guizong is a kendo practice method that embraces thousands of swordsmanship."

"Without great perseverance~www.wuxiahere.com~ Without great determination, it is impossible to cultivate."

"You really want to practice this method?"

Han Muye held his hands behind his back and spoke lightly.

Hearing Han Muye's words, Zhou Wen nodded and said in a low voice, "Among the younger members of the Zhou family, only three have the aptitude for cultivation, and they are all nine-rank spiritual roots."

"My aptitude is the worst among the three."

"If I don't repair Wanjian and return to the ancestors, I don't know when I can build the foundation and when I can restore the prestige of my Zhou family."

"Also ask senior brother to teach me."

Zhou Wen bowed solemnly to Han Muye, holding the ten spirit stones in both hands.

Han Muye nodded and said lightly, "Okay, then I'll teach you to return to the sect with ten thousand swords."

He put one hand behind him, raised the other hand, stretched forward slowly, and pointed out slowly.

"This swordsmanship was created by Mo Yuan, the first person in the outer sect of the Nine Profound Sword Sect."

"Mo Yuan, with the great perseverance of two hundred years of not entering the condensed energy, has seen the swordsmanship of the outer door, merged thousands of swordsmanship into one sword, and turned it into a thousand swords to return to the ancestors."

"This swordsmanship does not require superior aptitude, nor high comprehension."

"This swordsmanship is for ordinary swordsmanship in the world, opening and splitting the avenue to the sky."

"This is, Wanjian Guizong."

Han Muye whispered in his mouth, and flashed in his mind the scene when Mo Yuan taught him the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect.

At this time, his perception was different.

Mo Yuan's life wasted, how did he feel when he taught Han Muye swordsmanship at that time?

have no choice?

happy?

desolate?

firm?

Han Muye pointed his finger in front of him, there was no sword energy and spiritual energy on his body, but he seemed to be standing in the clouds, reaching out to cover the sky.

This sword will cut the sky and the battlefield!

Zhou Wen, who was standing in front of him, widened his eyes and shuddered.

In his eyes, what he saw seemed to be a giant sword of ten thousand feet, covering the sky and the sun, and smashed it down with a roar!

Wanjian, return to the sect!