Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Han Muye looked up at Jiang Ming, a smile appeared on Jiang Ming's face.

This guy is really thoughtful.

Knowing Yang Mingxuan's identity, he knew that he could not die in Jiange.

Not only can he not die, but it is best to get a chance in the sword pavilion and change his state to better close the relationship between Jiu Xuan Jianmen and Mingshan Jianzong.

Perhaps it was because of the same life-and-death experience that Jiang Ming could grasp Yang Mingxuan's psychology.

In a word, let Yang Mingxuan ask the elders of the sword pavilion to inherit the sword art.

The body can die, but the heart is concerned but cannot be written off.

At that time, Yang Dingshan did not help Yang Mingxuan to ask the sword pavilion to pass on the swordsmanship. Yang Mingxuan attributed the death of his father to Yang Dingshan, and he always harbored resentment in his heart.

But this time, Yang Dingshan slashed half a step into the heaven with his sword, put down the important affairs of the sect, and punished himself to be stationed in Fengshou Mountain, so that Yang Mingxuan understood that his grandfather was not a ruthless person.

But he can't do anything.

Before Han Muye returned, Yang Mingxuan was wiping his sword in the sword pavilion every day, in order to die quickly.

At this time, he was woken up by Jiang Ming, and he got up and asked for the inheritance of the sword pavilion.

Only by practicing the sword pavilion inheritance sword art can we be able to help Yang Dingshan.

Even if it is to help Yang Dingshan collect the corpse.

"My sword pavilion inheritance has three swordsmanship."

The elder Jiange put down the wine glass and glanced at the people in front of him.

His eyes stayed on Han Muye and Huang Laoliu for a while, then swept over Lin Shen and Lu Gao.

The four of them have all practiced the martial arts of the sword pavilion.

"The art of raising the sword, inducing the sword energy into the body, condensing it in one piece, repairing the sword bone, can become a sword, with the power to fight against the heavens with a hundred breaths."

"Condensing the sword, cultivating the sword energy of the soul, a sword can become a sword, and a sword can fight the heavens. After a hundred breaths, the sword energy will disappear, and the soul will be disabled.

"The art of swordsmanship, the body melts the sword, and uses the body as the sword. The sword is in the person, and the sword is dead."

Looking at Yang Mingxuan and Jiang Ming, the elder of the sword pavilion said lightly, "There are three types of sword art, each with its own advantages and disadvantages."

"Which one you want to cultivate, whether you can cultivate it or not, it all depends on good luck."

Lin Shen and Lu Gao turned to look at Han Muye.

The inheritance of Jiange should not be passed on to many people.

Up to three people.

But in the current sword pavilion, only four people have been repaired.

All of this is due to the strength of Senior Brother Han.

Senior Brother Han values ​​friendship and doesn't care about other inheritances or treasures.

The three inheritances are all at the top of the Western Frontier.

Only places like Jiange can have such a precious inheritance.

Jiang Ming turned his head to look around him, then smiled and said, "I only want sword qi, so let's cultivate sword art."

Yang Mingxuan shook his head and whispered, "I don't know what I can fix."

He has been trapped by his aptitude, otherwise he would have cultivated long ago.

Mingshan Sword Sect is also a major sect.

The elder of the sword pavilion stood up and said indifferently, "What kind of sword art to cultivate, Han Muye will arrange it."

"What happens in the Jiange in the future, you just ask him."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Han Muye, turned around and slowly walked up to the second floor.

Everyone turned to look at Han Muye.

This was the first time that the elders of the sword pavilion spoke, and Han Muye was in charge of what happened in the sword pavilion.

That is to say, from today onwards, in the sword pavilion, Han Muye's big and small matters can be resolved in one word.

If it was in the past, Han Muye would definitely be moved when he saw the bleak back of the elder of the sword pavilion.

But now I've been watching these old guys figure it out, and I've seen it through.

The Jiange elder just wanted to be a hands-off shopkeeper.

"Brother Yang, don't worry, I know that you seem to be limited by your qualifications and can't practice other exercises. You can cultivate whichever kind of my sword pavilion inheritance can cultivate you."

"Jiang Ming, you will help him to see if there is a way to solve his aptitude problem."

Han Muye looked at Yang Mingxuan and Jiang Ming.

Naturally, Yang Mingxuan's problem could not be solved by ordinary methods, but Han Muye had seen quite a few pill recipes in the Xiaodan Pavilion.

Maybe there is a solution that can help Yang Mingxuan.

Yang Mingxuan nodded and bowed to Han Muye and Jiang Ming.

Jiang Ming laughed and said, "Brother, what are you polite?"

After he finished speaking, he picked up the wine glass in front of him and said to the crowd, "I, Jiang Ming, have been a loose cultivator for over a hundred years, and I always thought that the loose cultivator was happy and carefree."

"I only know now that I have entered the sword pavilion, and I have wine, meat, and brothers. Only then can I be truly at ease."

Several people took their cups.

Yang Mingxuan hesitated for a while, and also picked up the wine glass in front of him.

Gao Xiaoxuan, who was only sitting at the top, holding the little white fox, turned his eyes around Jiang Ming and muttered, "I can't tell, so old..."

The smile on Jiang Ming's face froze.

...

Lu Gao and Lin Shen also need to integrate and control their own power and seize the time to practice.

Han Muye asked them to take turns on duty in front of the gate of the Jiange Pavilion. Jiang Ming and Yang Mingxuan couldn't hold back their sword energy, so Han Muye arranged to accompany them in front of the gate.

In the sword pavilion, Han Muye and Huang Laoliu sat opposite each other with serious expressions on their faces.

Gao Xiaoxuan looked at them curiously.

"I know what your kid wants to say."

Huang Laoliu laughed, glanced at Gao Xiaoxuan, and looked outside again.

"Don't say, the current Jiange is really more and more prosperous, and it looks like a great happiness."

"When I first entered the sword pavilion, there were seven or eight sword watchers and dozens of other handymen."

Seemingly thinking that it was meaningless to say this, Huang Laoliu looked at Han Muye and said, "Han boy, you say, am I worthy of Pingmei?"

Just as Han Muye was about to answer, Huang Laoliu shook his head and said in a low voice, "I know, I'm not worthy of it."

"Qualification, cultivation base."

"Look at me now I'm just a mortal old man. Sister Ping is already a master of condensing qi, an elite of the sect."

Han Muye looked at Huang Laoliu's expression of gloom, and said solemnly, "It's just cultivation, is it difficult?"

He stared at Huang Laoliu: "My Jiange inheritance is the top of the Western Border. If you want to practice, I have medicinal pills."

"Even if it is piled up, it can also help you pile up a realm cultivation base."

At this time, Han Muye had the confidence to speak like this.

Top-quality Yunqi Pill, Top-quality Melting Spirit Pill, Top-quality Void Vein Pill, and those pill recipes seen in Xiaodan Pavilion.

With these elixir, he has the confidence to quickly pile up a situation.

When he first came to Jiange, Han Muye had seen Huang Laoliu in high spirits and vowed to be a hero in the Heavenly Realm.

At that time, although Huang Laoliu had a lot of small calculations, he was also very proud.

The current Huang Laoliu suddenly loosened up after spending years of warm and nourishing that divine soul sword qi.

Dreaming of a mortal little rich man, and not practicing every day.

Everyone has their own pursuits, there is no right or wrong.

Tao Ran's ancestors said that Huang Laoliu had a good temperament, and Jiange elders said that they envied Huang Laoliu.

But Han Muye knew that if Huang Laoliu left the Jiange, goodbye would be separated from immortals and mortals.

Huang Laoliu had a smile on his face, looked at Han Muye and said with a laugh, "Boy Han, you don't understand."

"I just want to accompany Pingmei to live a stable mortal life."

"When I'm gone, she will still be her practitioner."

"I don't drag her down."

not anymore.

With the current Huang Laoliu, his soul is damaged, and he does not practice cultivation, so his life expectancy is indeed not much.

And Lu Qingping, whom Han Muye knew, was indeed devoted to cultivation.

These two people are not the same world.

In the end, it was Huang Laoliu who insisted on it in his heart.

"Sixth brother, you think so, are you not afraid that Sixth Sister-in-law will be sad?" Han Muye frowned and said in a low voice.

"From your point of view, she was only moved by what you did for her, but from my point of view, the sixth sister-in-law was indeed moved by you."

"Liu brother, you like Liu sister-in-law because she is pure and honest, not hypocritical, right?"

Standing up, Han Muye placed a jade slip in front of Huang Lao Liu.

"Sixth brother, there is one more thing I want to tell you."

"Qingfengguan, there are two hearts."

Huang Laoliu's expression changed, and Han Muye said again, "As far as I know, Qingfengguan has betrayed Jiuxuan Mountain."

"Sister-in-law six is ​​practicing in Qingfengguan, so maybe there will be danger at any time."

Huang Lao Liu suddenly stood up and shouted in a panic, "You, why didn't you say it earlier?"

With that said, he was about to run out.

"Say it earlier?" Han Muye shook his head and said lightly, "I told you earlier, you have the ability to save the sixth sister-in-law?"

Huang Lao Liu's footsteps stopped.

He is a mortal, why should he save Lu Qingping?

Han Muye turned around and went back to his quiet room.

Huang Laoliu stood there, his expression changed, his eyes fell on the jade slip of the long case.

"Sixth brother, do you want to practice?"

Gao Xiaoxuan, who was holding the little white fox, suddenly spoke in a low voice.

"If you want to practice, I will help you."

"I can make you stronger than Senior Brother Han and the others."

Gao Xiaoxuan's big eyes are full of sincerity.

Huang Laoliu looked at him, pondered for a moment, and whispered, "Really?"

Gao Xiaoxuan nodded heavily.

"Okay, Laozi, I'll fix it." Huang Laoliu clenched his fists and looked outside the Jiange.

"Sister Ping, wait for me, if those stray hairs in Qingfengguan dare to have any bad thoughts, I will tear down their broken Taoist temple."

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Back in the quiet room, Han Muye looked up at the white tiger picture scroll hanging on the wall.

Seeing that the fierce tiger seemed to be about to roar in the forest, he had a hint of enlightenment in his heart.

This is the world of cultivation. Only by practicing hard and giving yourself the power to control your own destiny can you be free.

The kind of happiness that Huang Laoliu wanted was completely unrealistic.

That's why he would be honest with Huang Lao Liu.

Sister Six is ​​in danger at any time now. If you want to save people, you must cultivate yourself!

Looking at the White Tiger Scroll, Han Muye's body lit up with sword lights one after another.

Blue and purple swords stood around him, gently levitating.

Qing Ming, Zi Yan.

Ziyanjian Han Muye told Tao Ran's ancestor.

Ancestor Tao Ran did not take it back after he sighed with emotion.

The current Ziyan Sword and Qingming Sword were only one step away from becoming real spiritual weapons, thanks to Han Muye's sword intent.

With these two swords in hand, and with Sword Intent, Han Muye was able to withstand the masters of the Earth Realm.

But that's not his real power.

With a sword cry, a jade white sword pill appeared in front of Han Muye.

Sword pills inherited from ancient swordsmen.

This is the real killer move in his hands.

Although Jianwan's activation is huge, its lethality is extremely strong and its moves are flexible.

With this sword pill, Han Muye has full confidence to face the masters above the channel.

If you urge this sword pill to use Wanjian Guizong swordsmanship, the combat power will increase countless times.

I am afraid that the ordinary master of forming pills will not be able to stop this move.

Back then, Mo Yuan relied on one move, Wanjian, to return to his ancestry, but he dared to challenge the half-step heavenly realm ~www.wuxiahere.com~ Shuangjian, Jianwan, Wanjianhuizong.

This is currently Han Muye's strongest means.

Of course, Han Muye didn't feel that he needed to use these killing methods.

His practice should be to shrink in Jiuxuan Mountain, cultivate sword energy on weekdays, and concoct alchemy.

Thinking of the medicine pill, he raised his hand, and a medicine pill appeared in the palm of his hand.

Longevity Dan.

Refined by the ancestors of the Mu family, it is a high-quality Yanshou Dan that can prolong life for ten years.

The ancestor of the Mu family said that there is not much inheritance of the Longevity Pill in Xijiang, and this ten-year longevity pill is almost the limit.

But in Han Muye's view, how could it be the limit?

After he shoots, it is the limit!

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