Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Standing on the second floor of the sword pavilion, Han Muye held a long sword and quietly watched the story in the sword.

After 100 years of cultivation, Xu Haosheng, who has stepped into the pinnacle of foundation building, returned to his hometown.

The family back then was still the same, but the patriarch of the family who was worthy of condensed energy was getting old, and the other brothers and uncles, most of whom had not cultivated, had already exhausted their lifespan.

The return of Xu Haosheng surprised the ancestors.

Xu Haosheng, who is at the pinnacle of Foundation Establishment, can make the Xu family a great family.

But knowing that Xu Haosheng voted for the sect, the ancestor was disappointed again.

The Sanshui City where the Xu family was located was under the rule of Yuehua Sword Sect.

Yuehua Sword Sect is competing with Jiu Xuan Sword Sect for the positions of the four major sword factions, and the chaos continues.

Xu Haosheng's identity as a disciple of the Nine Profound Sword Sect must not be made public in the family.

Xu Haosheng lived in the family for ten years.

In the past ten years, the ancestors Shouyuan have all fallen, and Xu Haosheng has shot five times.

Ten years later, the new patriarch, his younger brother Xu Maosheng, reached the fifth level of Qi Condensation.

For ten years, he was like a mortal, married and had children.

Ten years later, he cut off the ties, returned to Jiu Xuan Sword Gate, closed for three years, and stepped into the realm.

In the decades that followed, Yuehua Jianzong and Jiuxuan Jianmen fought even more.

When Yuehua Sword Sect declined and Jiu Xuan Sword Sect became the four major sword schools, when Xu Haosheng returned to Sanshui City, the Xu family had already dispersed.

Not only the Xu family, but Sanshui City was mostly destroyed in the chaos.

This matter became Xu Haosheng's heart knot.

For so many years, Xu Haosheng has not yet formed a Taoist partner, and his cultivation has also been stuck on the fifth floor of Kaishen, unable to enter any further.

The story doesn't end here.

This time Xu Haosheng led his disciples down the mountain to fight, which was smooth.

The Jiu Xuan Sword Sect is on the rise, and the Wind Spirit Sword Sect, whose sect master is seriously injured, cannot stop it.

But when they competed for a Qingling ironstone vein, an accident occurred.

The owner of this ore vein is a small family ruled by the Wind Spirit Sword Sect.

Xu family.

When Xu Haosheng was about to kill the Xu family master, the throbbing of his blood made him stop.

This Xu family is actually his family blood.

Even, it is the direct bloodline!

With his hands back, the experts from the Wind Spirit Sword Sect present seized the opportunity to seriously injure him.

"Hey, I haven't been able to cut off my feelings..."

In Han Muye's mind, Xu Haosheng's remnant soul, who was wearing a green robe and lean, bowed his hands to Han Muye.

From Han Muye's point of view, Xu Haosheng's life was like that of most sect practitioners.

Xu Haosheng's obsession is also the entanglement of most practitioners.

Clan, sect, relatives, disciples, all of these can be the help of practitioners, and they can also become their shackles.

Xu Haosheng used the power of his family to understand the mortal world and step into the realm.

But it is also the feeling of being ashamed of the family, which made his heart knot hard to disappear, and he could no longer improve his cultivation for the rest of his life.

As Xu Haosheng said, how can you do it without love?

Han Muye nodded and said softly, "Elder Xu, what other wishes do you have?"

Xu Haosheng had only a remnant of his soul left, and there was not much Han Muye could help him.

It should be the last obsession, right?

Xu Haosheng nodded and bowed his hands to Han Muye: "Is your little friend the one who guards the sword pavilion?"

"I've also heard that there is a senior Han in the Jiange who has a lot of skills. It's really amazing."

"I left the remnant of my soul in the sword, and I want to ask my little friend to help me find my blood relatives."

After pondering for a while, Xu Haosheng whispered: "I don't want to save the Xu family, as long as I can leave a bloodline."

The current Xu family doesn't even know there is someone like him.

And Jiu Xuan Jianmen did not know that the Xu family was the direct bloodline of Xu Haosheng.

Even if you know, I am afraid it will not be open to the Internet.

Before the general trend of the sect, what was mortal family affection?

Han Muye did not speak.

Xu Haosheng's request is easy to say, and difficult to say.

Release the hilt, and the picture in my mind dissipates.

When he put the sword on the wooden stand and turned around to go downstairs, the team that sent the sword had already left.

Huang Laoliu sat in front of the long desk, sorted out the books, and registered the information about the swords in the pavilion.

"Little guy, you have to learn to do this errand later." Huang Laoliu wrote while teaching Gao Xiaoxuan who was lying beside him.

It can be seen that Gao Xiaoxuan is not interested in writing and painting.

On the contrary, the little white fox was sitting on the long table, staring at him.

Han Muye walked out of the sword pavilion, and not far away, Yang Shao in a black robe strode over.

"Senior Brother Han."

"I should have guessed."

Yang Shao bowed towards Han Muye, then looked up at him and said in a low voice.

Han Muye nodded and said softly, "My condolences."

He could see that Yang Shao was really sad.

There are not many disciples like him under the Santan Pavilion.

Hearing Han Mu's wild words, Yang Shao shook his head, and his expression became much lower.

"I don't know about others. Master's kindness to me is as heavy as a mountain. I must take revenge."

He clenched his fists and his eyes were red.

Like a teacher and a father.

Although Xu Haosheng accepted him as a closed disciple not long ago, he taught him carefully and was not selfish.

Teachers and apprentices in the practice world are often closer than mortal blood.

Looking at Yang Shao in front of him, Han Muye pondered for a moment, then said, "Which one do you choose between your master's sword and last wish?"

Yang Shao raised his head and widened his eyes.

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In front of the sword pavilion, Yang Shao left in despair, Han Muye sighed softly.

This choice is difficult.

Should he go with most of the Santan Pavilion disciples to fight for Xu Haosheng's saber, or should he fight to protect the Xu family's bloodline?

As Xu Haosheng's entrant disciple, Yang Shao was in front in order of relatives.

To get the saber, he has a good chance.

And to protect the Xu family's blood, the difficulty for Yang Shao is comparable to the sky.

The Xu family is attached to the Fengling Sword Sect, and to save the Xu family, it is almost an enemy of Jiuxuan Jianmen!

Even if Yang Shao said that the Xu family was of Xu Haosheng's blood, the sect would not let the Xu family go because of this relationship.

In relation to a large-scale mine, the illusory mortal blood, how could the sect change its decision?

When Yang Shao left, he didn't say how to choose, and Han Muye didn't ask.

Xu Haosheng's wish has been passed on to his disciples, and there is not much else he can do.

Turning around and entering the sword pavilion, Huang Laoliu and Gao Xiaoxuan did not know where they were going, but Yang Mingxuan and Jiang Ming were there.

"Senior Brother Han, I've made up my mind."

Looking at Han Muye, Yang Mingxuan bowed and spoke in a low voice.

"I beg senior brother to teach me the method of entering my body with sword energy."

The sword energy entered the body and tore open the blocked Dantian tendons. This was Yang Mingxuan's only chance.

Of course, this method is very painful.

"Actually, the three ways of the sword pavilion can be practiced together."

Looking at Yang Mingxuan who was bowing, Han Muye said lightly.

"First cultivate the sword energy into the body, open the tendons and dantian, and condense the sword bones."

"After you have a certain level of cultivation, you can melt the sword into the body and refine the body of the sword."

"As for the soul as a sword, it can be used as a backhand, and you can condense it in your spare time."

This cultivation method is not as brilliant as the Xuanyang Art of Han Muye's own three art fellows, but it is more secure.

Han Muye didn't feel that the inheritance in the sword pavilion had to be taught separately.

Wouldn't it be nice to have more people who can practice cultivation?

"Thank you Brother Han."

Yang Mingxuan nodded and said with a bow.

"Come with me, I will teach you the technique of drawing sword energy into your body."

Han Muye waved his hand, turned and walked to an vacant quiet room. When passing the wooden frame, he took a sword in his hand.

Yang Shao followed and walked in.

Jiang Ming stood there with a smile on his face.

But for a moment, there was a short groan in the quiet room.

For half an hour, Han Muye walked out of the quiet room.

A quarter of an hour later, Yang Mingxuan, who was pale and his legs were shaking, walked out.

"Boy Yang, can you hold it?" Jiang Ming asked with a grin.

Yang Mingxuan glanced at him, shook his head and said, "If you can't carry it, you have to carry it."

"Compared to the pain of not being able to practice, what is this pain?"

When he said this, there was a bright light in his eyes.

In the quiet room just now, Han Muye channeled sword energy into his meridians.

The tearing pain almost made him faint.

Because Yang Mingxuan's meridians are fragile, even if Han Muye walks through the gentlest water meridian sword energy, he only pours a wisp of sword energy.

This strand of sword energy now travels through the meridians in Yang Mingxuan's body, making his whole body seem to be torn apart at all times.

But that's power.

This is practice!

From now on, he is not a mortal.

After walking out of the sword pavilion, Yang Mingxuan, who looked up at the sky, had the urge to burst into tears!

...

In the quiet room, Han Muye sat cross-legged.

In his hand, a small jasper cauldron floated gently.

This Dan Ding was used by Bai Suzhen herself to practice alchemy.

The grade of Dan Ding is not too high, the forging method is not bad, and the spiritual materials used are good enough.

Han Muye was nourished with sword energy and spiritual energy, and it took nearly two days to refine the pill furnace.

After refining, Dan Ding was a little more agile, and there was an inexplicable connection with him.

Han Muye chose to take Dan Ding to the secret place of Zongmen instead of refining medicine pills in the quiet room of Jiange Pavilion.

In the spiritual land, there are spirit gathering arrays that assist in cultivation, and there are also spirit locking arrays that can isolate power.

Han Muye was preparing to refine the longevity elixir, refining it in the spiritual land, and using the formation method to lock the elixir that became an immortal product when the elixir was completed.

Since it is to be refined, it is natural to refine the Immortal Grade Pill.

When I went to the spiritual land again, I checked the token of the direct disciple and entered the small village. The process was much smoother.

At the entrance of the village, several true disciples also greeted him.

I haven't met Li San and the others, and they are probably in retreat.

Going straight to his mansion, Han Muye raised the gathering spirit formation and the locking spirit formation, then took out the pill furnace, and the sword energy penetrated.

"Om-"

With a light sound, the Pill Stove revolved, the aura on it flashed, and the sword energy lingered.

Han Muye took a light breath, closed his eyes, and circulated the image of the Yanshou Pill refining in his mind.

After a quarter of an hour, he opened his eyes, and the light flashed in them.

A portion of the elixir was placed, and the lid of the Dan furnace was lifted.

The elixir is poured into the furnace, and the fragrance of the medicine overflows.

With the lock spirit formation, the movement in the big house will not be known to outsiders.

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The Locking Array is isolated so that they can practice with peace of mind.

All the elixir was thrown into the pill furnace, Han Muye raised his hands, and a fiery sword intent appeared.

This is the Fire Element Sword Intent absorbed from the Ziyan Sword. It was condensed by Tao Ran's ancestor back then and unknowingly stayed in the Ziyan Sword.

Ancestor Tao Ran's cultivation is profound, and this sword intent has a tendency to turn into sword power.

The Fire Element Sword Intent entered the Dan Ding, and the elixir began to be continuously purified, and the impurities were separated and chopped.

"Om-"

In the pill cauldron, two pure medicinal pills began to take shape.

At this moment, Han Muye's face turned pale.

The aura in his dantian was exhausted!

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