Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The incident of the Three Qin Sword Sect happened.

Han Muye nodded.

Back then, he killed so many people from the Three Qin Sword Sect with one sword, including disciples of the Tailing Sword Sect.

Later, Jianzhantang went to investigate, and the matter would definitely come to light.

"Since it is an outing mission, danger is inevitable, and it is indeed necessary to choose a suitable sword."

Han Muye looked at several outer disciples who were bowing, and then pointed at one of them.

"You first demonstrate the swordsmanship you practice on weekdays, and I'll see what kind of sword is suitable for you."

The disciple who was named by Han Muye was stunned for a moment, then handed over in surprise: "My name is Sun Dayong, and I will meet Brother Han."

With that said, he pulled out the iron sword in his hand, made a starting gesture, and then waved it.

The other disciples quickly stepped back, making way for the small space.

Maybe he was dancing his sword in front of Han Muye, or maybe there were inner disciples watching. Although Sun Dayong was very serious, his swordsmanship looked really miserable.

After he finished the sword dance, he felt a little embarrassed and stood there at a loss.

"If you want speed, you don't have speed, you want strength, but you can't keep up with your eyes and changes. How dare you participate in the expedition and suppression mission at this level?" Zhao Youzhi's side, an inner disciple with a long sword in his hand said coldly. .

Sun Dayong's face was blushing and he didn't dare to look up.

This evaluation is fair.

Han Muye also agreed.

It's just that people are here to lead the sword. Can he evaluate it this way?

The sixth brother has all collected the spirit stone, so he naturally has to think of a way.

Sitting in front of the long desk, Han Muye tapped the table with his finger.

On the first floor of the entire Jiange, there was only a slow tapping sound of "dong dong dong".

Picture after picture circulated in Han Muye's mind. Sun Dayong's sword practice was magnified, and then repeated every move.

Comprehend Xuanyuan swordsmanship, wrong wood.

After realizing the swordsmanship, the picture in Han Muye's mind changed again, and it wasn't Sun Dayong's slow-moving appearance.

Every move is straight, the strength and speed change, and the sword light is much more magnificent.

This swordsmanship is not bad. It needs some assistance, as well as corrections to the swordsmanship.

Sun Dayong, who was standing there, was uneasy and couldn't help but look up.

"In this way, on the left hand side, the thirty-first wooden frame, the third row, the fifth sword."

Han Muye suddenly spoke up.

Sun Dayong hurried over, followed the sign, took the sword, and held it in his arms.

At this moment, he seemed to put all his hopes on Han Muye's guidance.

It seemed that the sword that Han Muye helped him choose must be the most suitable for him.

Seeing him like this, the inner disciples frowned.

Jian Xiu, how can you succeed without firmness of heart?

"This sword is called Luo Ye, it is three feet, one inch and six inches long, the blade is three inches and four inches wide, and the blood groove in the middle is half an inch deep."

"The sword weighs 13 catties and 5 taels, and the hilt is wrapped in rosewood."

"This sword is very suitable for wood vein swordsmanship. It is not heavy, and it does not win with speed. It is more important to be calm."

When Sun Dayong walked back with his sword in his arms, Han Muye spoke.

Every time he said a word, everyone in the sword pavilion looked surprised.

This sword watcher can actually remember the weight and length of any sword in the sword pavilion?

Even, he can even tell the advantages and disadvantages of the sword refining method.

The expression on Sun Dayong's face became more and more pleasant, and he held the sword even tighter.

"This sword can exert 100% of the power of your swordsmanship. You practice it again, and the movement is three points faster. Don't look up when the sword is out, just look at it from the corner of your eye."

"Also, your wrist doesn't seem to have enough strength. First, tie the hilt and wrist with a cloth."

Han Muye then spoke.

In the sword pavilion, Huang Laoliu turned to look at him and muttered a few words.

Sun Dayong has no doubts about what Han Muye said, and hurriedly followed suit.

Zhao Youzhi and the others on the side stopped choosing swords, staring at Sun Dayong and wrapping their wrists.

What Han Muye just said made sense to these inner disciples.

Although they could see the shortcomings of Sun Dayong's sword moves, they couldn't really point them out.

Hearing what Han Muye said at this time, he immediately felt like the sun was breaking through the clouds.

"Curachi—"

The long sword was unsheathed, but Sun Dayong stabbed out without raising his head.

This sword is three points faster than before.

Just these three points made the sword move completely different from before.

An icy murderous aura instantly filled the air.

"Thorn—"

The long sword swept across, and the cold light it brought up made Jiang Han and the others retreat subconsciously.

Sun Dayong also felt the change in his sword moves. Every sword was extremely attentive, paying attention to the combination of Dao and speed.

After the twelve strokes of the wrong wooden swordsmanship was completed, the sword pavilion was silent.

Sun Dayong held the sword and bowed deeply towards Han Muye, then took a few steps back, turned to look at Jiang Han and the others behind him, and grinned silently.

He himself could feel that he had undergone a reborn change.

Looking at Sun Dayong, who seemed to have a strange temperament standing there, Zhao Youzhi was shocked.

He remembered what his master said.

"I'm waiting for the sword to be repaired. Of course, I have to trust the sword in my hand."

"If you have a sword in your hand, you have a sword in your heart."

"At that time, it was the beginning of sword cultivation."

At this time, Sun Dayong had a sword in his hand and a sword in his heart, didn't he?

"I have a sword in my hand, and a sword in my heart." Zhao Youzhi whispered to himself, his eyes shining brightly.

"Senior brother, my name is Tao Shiwu, and what I am doing is Xuanyuan swordsmanship notch."

"Senior brother, I, I cultivate willow leaves."

"Senior brother..."

The rest of the outer disciples rushed forward, bowed to Han Muye, and spoke excitedly.

Han Muye smiled and waved his hands, "Don't worry, come one by one."

…

Half an hour later, Jiang Han gratefully led the brothers to bow to Han Muye, and then strode out of the sword pavilion.

At this time, besides Han Muye and Huang Laoliu, on the first floor of the sword pavilion, there were only Zhao Youzhi and the other inner disciples.

Several people looked at each other.

Just now, Han Muye helped Sun Dayong and the others choose swords and instruct them in swordsmanship.

After Han Muye's instruction, every outer disciple's swordsmanship's killing power doubled.

Such means are not available to those deacon masters in the late stage of foundation building.

I am afraid that only the strong in the situation have such vision and insight.

Zhao Youzhi took a deep breath, took a few steps forward, and bowed towards Han Muye.

"Senior brother, I was wrong."

After speaking, he cupped his hands again and said, "I beg senior brother to help me choose a sword."

Taking a step forward, he placed a certificate of merit on the long case.

A piece of merit is worth a hundred spirit stones.

Huang Laoliu stared at the certificate of merit, unable to move it away.

Several other people also rushed forward, each handing over a certificate of merit.

Compared with the combined long sword and swordsmanship guidance, what is a certificate of merit?

Six pieces of meritorious certificates are six hundred spirit stones.

Huang Laoliu turned to look at Han Muye.

This guy, why is it like a robbery to make money?

Looking at the merit certificate in front of him, Han Muye shook his head gently.

Zhao Youzhi and the others' faces sank.

Huang Lao Liu, who was just about to reach out, froze in midair.

"That, Brother Han, you are all from the same family. If you can help, you can help." Huang Lao Liu coughed lightly and said in a low voice.

He was reluctant to bear those six hundred spirit stones!

Zhao Youzhi and others gave Huang Laoliu a grateful look.

Han Muye lightly smiled and shook his head, "Let's go."

Before waiting for the despairing Zhao Youzhi and others to speak, Han Muye continued: "Today, you have stayed in the sword pavilion for too long. You need to choose a sword. Come back tomorrow."

Tomorrow!

It's not that I rejected myself, it's just that I've stayed for too long today, and my sword qi hurt my body!

Zhao Youzhi and the others bowed happily: "Thank you, brother, for reminding us, we will come back tomorrow."

It's nothing to miss today's sword, as long as you can get a long sword that can be used together, you can get the guidance of this senior Han, and it's worth waiting for a day.

Zhao Youzhi and the others left, Huang Laoliu collected the six pieces of meritorious deeds, then looked at Han Muye and looked up and down.

"Brother Han, why do you know so much about those swords? Also, how do you know these sword moves?"

Hearing his words, Han Muye leaned back and narrowed his eyes.

"Sixth brother, in the sword pavilion, we have to watch swords, people, and swordsmanship."

"This is it, the Swordsman of the Sword Pavilion."

After speaking, he turned his head and looked at the layers of wooden frames.

"Every sword here is wiped by our own hands. They are like our children."

"Are you willing to entrust them to the wrong hands?"

It seemed that in response to his words, a loud roar rang out in the sword pavilion.