Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

As expected, Lu Gao was used to being a handyman.

These news were all unknown to Han Muye before.

Han Muye nodded, stretched out his hand and patted Lu Gao's shoulder and said, "Don't look at Big Brother Lu's sturdy stature, his mind is very delicate."

"If there is any news in the back door, you can tell me anything."

"It's done, it's done." After receiving Han Muye's compliment, Lu Gao nodded happily.

It seems that Huang Laoliu really said that Jiuxuan Jianmen will have a big move this time.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be partying here and killing people over there.

It is estimated that the Tailingjian faction also has the same intention, and may cause trouble at the party.

Looking at it this way, if you go to deliver news to Tuoba Cheng, you may really make a great contribution to the sect.

Walking into the sword pavilion, Han Muye looked at the empty long desk and said, "Is sixth brother not here?"

Lu Gao at the door quickly replied, "Senior Brother Han, soon after you left, the sixth brother went out."

Going out?

It seems that once the fire in my heart is ignited, it is a man, his **** will be burned, and he can't sit still.

"Haha, boy Han, I'm back—"

Han Muye turned his head and saw Huang Lao Liu striding over with a bright face.

His steps are steady, his waist is not bent, his back is not hunched, and his eyes are bright.

This is, spring is coming?

"Brother Han, Sister Ping, your sixth sister-in-law recognizes me!" When he walked to Han Muye's side, Huang Laoliu couldn't help rubbing his hands and whispered.

There was uncontrollable excitement in his words.

make out?

"Congratulations Sixth Brother, you didn't bring Sixth Sister-in-law to see?" Han Muye asked with a smile.

"Haha, it's not too late, she said, come tomorrow." Huang Laoliu smiled with a smug look on his face.

Come to the sword pavilion?

Qingfengguan disciple.

The smile on Han Muye's face did not diminish, he looked at Huang Laoliu who was still delighted, and there was a deep light in his eyes.

Brother Six is ​​happy.

Hope, everything is fine.

The atmosphere was very harmonious at dinner tonight.

Huang Laoliu told Lu Gao some interesting stories about Jiange.

Who was scared to pee when he was leading the sword? Which swordsman in the sword pavilion did not live for three months, why did the handyman in the sword pavilion not want to do it in the sword pavilion again?

Lu Gao grinned and focused on the big bone in front of him.

Huang Laoliu couldn't eat it.

After closing the pavilion door, Han Muye and Huang Laoliu each returned to the quiet room.

Sitting cross-legged on the wooden couch, Han Muye took out a top-grade cloud qi pill.

The medicinal pill entered the abdomen, and a warm and moist aura quickly traveled through the meridians, and then landed in the dantian.

In the past few days, he swallowed the medicinal pills every day. The original dantian, which was 100 meters in diameter, slowly expanded, and there was an extra half-foot space.

Don't look at the increase just a little bit, the total capacity has expanded a lot.

Recently, he deliberately supplemented his cultivation knowledge. Han Muye also knew that his dantian was stronger than many Qi condensing stages.

But for now, the sword intent he controls is too strong, and his physical body and spiritual energy are motivated by his cultivation, just like a three-year-old child swinging a sledgehammer, which is too uncoordinated.

Only when the physical body has been cultivated to a certain level, and the spiritual qi practice has at least entered the real qi condensing stage, can it be flexible enough to activate those sword intents.

"Om—"

Just as Han Muye was carrying the spiritual energy and then mobilized the sword energy into his dantian to warm up, there was a faint sound outside the quiet room.

Opening his eyes, there was nothing in front of him.

"Sister Ping?"

The voice of Huang Laoliu came from the quiet room next door.

It's that sword!

The sword that was sent today!

Back then, this sword came to his quiet room and almost killed him.

Just as Han Muye was about to get up, Huang Laoliu's voice came from next door: "Wouldn't it be better for you to pretend to be her for a while?"

"Is it because my body is so dry that I can't squeeze out qi and blood, and I don't even have the mind to pretend?"

There was a sound of sword chirping, followed by the sound of the long sword falling "dang clang".

"Disappointing, go to sleep." Huang Laoliu muttered.

Han Muye shook his head and chuckled.

Also, Huang Laoliu lived in Jiange for seven years, how could he not be extraordinary?

As soon as he drank it, he let the long sword that was going to hurt him vibrate and fall.

It seems that Huang Laoliu also has special abilities.

Thinking of this, Han Muye felt a lot more relaxed, focused on himself, and began to polish his physical strength.

At the beginning, he took the solid pill, although it was a high-quality product, it still had no effect.

Perhaps a higher-grade body-refining pill could help with body-refining?

Why don't you buy it and try it in a few days?

With a dozen high-grade spirit stones in his pocket, Han Muye was very confident.

While running the body training technique, he absorbed another sword qi into his body.

The sour taste of scraping bones made him grin.

I don't know who invented this practice method, the sword energy penetrates into the bone marrow, and it is really looking for abuse.

Fortunately, this sword qi circulated in his body, and after a week in the sea of ​​dantian qi, it turned into a gentle little hand and began to soothe his meridians.

This kind of comfort is unstoppable.

Even, he felt that his meridians seemed to have widened a lot under the gentle stroke of sword energy.

Perhaps, with the continuous rush of sword energy, one's own qualifications can be improved?

The ninth-grade aptitude does have great restrictions on cultivation.

Even if Han Muye didn't try his best to cultivate spiritual energy like an orthodox cultivator, he still felt that his aptitude was constrained by his cultivation.

There are a lot of medicinal pills in the air, the meridians are running slowly, and a lot of medicinal power and spiritual energy have escaped.

Fortunately, these escaping medicinal powers are not completely wasted.

Reiki medicinal power can enhance the physical strength and make the muscles and bones more stable.

After practicing overnight, Han Muye felt relaxed.

Carrying the sword to the small courtyard, he saw Huang Laoliu holding the sword in his hand, slashing fiercely there.

The long sword chopped down on the thick tree trunk, and sawdust splattered everywhere.

"Aren't you here to disturb Lao Tzu's good dreams?"

"You're the sixth brother, and I'm a vegetarian, right?"

"Next time, I will throw you in the ditch."

……

Turning his head and seeing Han Muye coming, Huang Laoliu held the long sword in his hand and said, "Brother Han, how did this sword come back?"

"Yesterday, an inner disciple named Zhu Guangsheng brought it here."

"Su Yang, who led the sword at the time, has fallen."

Han Muye said in a low voice.

Holding the sword in his hand, Huang Laoliu's eyes fell on Han Muye.

After a while, he smiled and said, "That's right, no wonder the elders liked you."

After he finished speaking, he carried his long sword and walked towards the sword pavilion.

"I'm cultivating the sword congealing art, condensing a sword qi with my own soul qi and blood."

"When you finish your cultivation, you will be able to carry the sword intent of the Nine Profound Sword~www.wuxiahere.com~ Of course, you can only condense the power of a single sword."

"Back then when the elders passed on my sword condensing technique, he said that I am not qualified to cultivate sword technique."

"Only the art of raising the sword is the real inheritance in the sword pavilion."

Huang Lao Liu whispered, as if he was talking to himself, but also seemed to be talking to Han Muye.

The art of raising the sword is the true inheritance of the sword pavilion?

Han Muye was slightly taken aback.

Isn't what he cultivated is the art of raising swords?

"Sixth brother, I—"

Before Han Muye finished speaking, Huang Laoliu waved his hand and said, "Everyone has their own fate."

"I would like to be that Sword Heaven Realm."

"The path is chosen by oneself."

"I do not regret."

After speaking, he took the sword and walked into the sword pavilion.

Han Muye's gaze fell on Huang Lao Liu's back.

Do you really not regret it?

……

In the morning, looking at Huang Lao Liu's anxious appearance, Han Muye said with a smile, "Sixth brother, why don't you go out for a walk?"

Huang Laoliu stood up and left.

At the door, Lu Gao's voice came: "Sixth brother, do you want to bring food today? How many copies, will the meat be mushy..."

"Fuck you..." Huang Lao Liu's scolding came from a distance.

Han Muye almost laughed out loud and turned to wipe the long swords.

He has already fallen in love with the feeling of brushing the gun and sharpening the sword every day. The blending of sword energy is very refreshing.

"The sword pavilion leads the sword rules, bathes and changes clothes, burns incense and meditates—"

Unknowingly, at noon, Lu Gao's voice shouted at the gate of Jiange.

Is business coming?

Han Muye put the long sword back into its sheath and turned around.

"I'm looking for it, Han Muye."

A hoarse voice came from the door of the sword pavilion.