Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

A half-spirit weapon, the value is not too high, but in ordinary sects, it is also a treasure.

This sword is not very good, it is a reward for the party anyway.

Zhao Pu left, and Han Muye returned to Jiange to tell Huang Lao Liu about the matter.

"That's not easy?" Huang Laoliu opened his mouth and opened a book.

"Sword Weapon No. 3854, Magic Light."

Han Muye went along the wooden frame and found the location of the sword.

On the wooden frame, you don't need to look for it, a sword with golden light shining all over the body has already caught your eye.

This sword is flamboyant and overwhelming.

Han Muye stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword. After a while, a strange look flashed across his face, and the corners of his mouth could not help but twitch.

Huang Laoliu's sword watchers over the years were not made for nothing. The sword he chose was really suitable as a reward for a party.

Swords are tempered with stainless steel, and they are treasures among mortal tools.

The appearance is even more impeccable.

But this sword can really only be seen.

This sword was specially made during the sect's grand ceremony to allow disciples to perform martial arts.

Sacrificing flexibility, just for the dazzling sword light, the sword is like a silver bottle bursting.

This sword is naturally a rare treasure in the hands of low-level practitioners.

But in the hands of a master, it is completely tasteless.

Sword Intent was poured into it, and it was instantly broken into pieces.

Carrying this phantom light sword, he walked to the long desk, Huang Laoliu smiled and said, "Isn't it beautiful?"

pretty.

At the door, Lu Gao stretched out his head to look and licked his tongue.

This sword is so **** beautiful.

Han Muye smiled and gave Huang Lao Liu a thumbs up match.

Huang Laoliu registered proudly and said, "Sixth brother, I have been in Jiange for all these years, and it is not for idle meals."

At the door, Lu Gao shrank his head back.

After Huang Laoliu had registered, Han Muye put the long sword in the sword box and walked out of the gate of the sword pavilion.

"I'll accompany you." Lin Shen stepped forward and said solemnly, "I'm the guardian of the sword pavilion now."

Go to Sanshizhai?

Han Muye nodded, Lin Shen should also want to go.

The two walked one after the other, striding.

On Han Muye's body, Qi and blood slowly condensed and surged, and then turned into a faint shadow of an iron bull.

It didn't take half an hour for them to arrive at Sanshizhai.

Lin Shen stood in front of the Sanshizhai gate with a complicated look on his face.

At this time, Sanshizhai was empty, and most of the disciples should have gone to deal with the sect gathering.

Han Muye reported at the door, and the two young disciples led him and Lin Shen to find Tuobacheng.

These two young disciples did not know Lin Shen.

Going to the lobby on the second floor, Tuoba Cheng, with gray hair, leaned over the long desk, took an ink pen, and traced something there.

"Han Muye has met Uncle Tuoba."

Han Muye bowed slightly.

Tuobacheng raised his head, Lin Shen bowed his body and clasped his fists: "Disciple Lin Shen, see Master."

The two young disciples who led the way were startled, and hurriedly turned their attention to Lin Shen.

I have never met Lin Shen, but I have heard of him.

Tuobacheng didn't seem to expect Lin Shen to come, his eyes stayed on him for a while, and then nodded lightly.

"Don't let your cultivation be wasted."

Lin Shen raised his head, and nodded his head a little excitedly: "Disciple follow the teaching carefully."

After speaking, he folded his fists and exited the door.

Han Muye held the wooden box in front of Tuoba Cheng.

"Uncle, this is a sword prepared for the sect gathering."

He opened the sword box and let Tuoba take a look.

Tuobacheng glanced at the golden long sword and grinned, "Stinky boy, there are quite a few doorways."

After he finished speaking, he reached out his hand to catch the wooden box and threw it aside.

"Boy, the sect has no way to reward you this time."

Tuobacheng looked at Han Muye.

Just as Han Muye was about to speak, Tuoba Cheng stretched out his hand and picked up the yellowed paper scroll he had been tracing on the long desk.

"I have a picture of a white tiger here. You can use it to visualize it. It may be good for you to train your body and practice your sword."

Without waiting for Han Muye to take a closer look at the picture, Tuobacheng had already rolled up the picture and stuffed it into Han Muye's hand.

"Hey, I have a bunch of disciples in Sanshizhai, but none of them can understand this picture."

"That year—"

When Tuoba Cheng said this, he turned his eyes to Lin Shen who was standing at the door, shook his head, and stopped talking.

Han Muye held the scroll in both hands, then bowed and said, "Thank you for the reward, Uncle Shi."

On the way back to Jiange, Han Muye glanced at the scroll in his hand when he saw Lin Shen unconsciously.

"Teacher Lin knows this picture scroll?"

He was used to the title of instructor, and Han Muye didn't bother to change it.

Hearing Han Muye's words, Lin Shen nodded with a complicated expression on his face.

"Master's body-refining technique is domineering and overbearing, and a sword backfires in the Valley of the Demons. It is difficult for one's own cultivation to enter, and there is nowhere to pour out his qi and blood, so he uses the white tiger to guide him every day."

"In this picture of the white tiger, it is said that the inheritance of Shizun's body training method is hidden."

inherited?

so precious?

Han Muye's footsteps stopped, but he felt that the scroll was hot.

Anything that involves inheritance is hot.

Under Sanshizhai, there are many experts.

Seeing his appearance, Lin Shen smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, no one will **** this inheritance."

"This picture hangs in the lobby of Sanshizhai for three or two months every year. For so many years, no one in Sanshizhai has understood it."

"Back then—" Lin Shen shook his head, a trace of regret flashed across his face, and said in a low voice, "My eldest brother was only appreciated by Master because of his superb understanding back then."

Lin Chongxiao.

In Sanshizhai just now, Tuobacheng probably also thought of Lin Chongxiao, right?

Most of those who like to practice physical exercises are poor in comprehension and are willing to make up for their clumsiness with diligence.

Tuoba Cheng would naturally like to have one or two inheritances with good comprehension.

pity.

The two of them were still a little silent as they hurried on their way.

When I saw the Jiange Pavilion in the distance, it was already the scene of sunset on the west mountain.

From a distance, Han Muye saw a figure circling around the corner of the mountain road ahead. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

"Senior Sister Lu?"

"Are you here to see Brother Six?"

"Why don't you go?"

Han Muye's voice shocked the figure who was pacing in circles over there. He turned around to see, who was it if it wasn't Lu Qingping?

"Junior Brother Han."

Lu Qingping looked at Han Muye, and nodded to Lin Shen beside him.

"Junior Brother Han, I, I'm not here to find Brother Zhenxiong, I'm—"

Before Lu Qingping finished speaking, Han Muye strode forward and shouted at Jiange, "Sixth Brother, Senior Sister Lu is here to find you!"

In the sword pavilion, Huang Laoliu rushed out with a swoosh.

Lu Qingping stood there, her face flushed red, she stomped her feet lightly, and walked towards the Jiange Pavilion.

Han Muye walked fast, walked in front of Huang Lao Liu, turned his back to Lu Qingping, and winked at Huang Lao Liu.

Huang Lao Liu glared at him with a stern face.

"Junior sister, your sect gathering is about to start, so be prepared."

Huang Laoliu had his hands behind his back, and his words were extremely official.

Lu Qingping nodded, but did not dare to look at Huang Lao Liu.

One of them stood on the stone steps, the other stood under the stone steps, three feet away.

Han Muye waved his hand and motioned for Lu Gao and Lin Shen, who were watching the excitement, to follow him.

Over there, Huang Laoliu said again: "Junior sister, have you chosen your swords today?"

Hearing Huang Laoliu talking about swords, Lu Qingping's heart beat even more violently, and he hurriedly raised the sword in his hand.

Seeing the sword in Lu Qingping's hand, Huang Laoliu's expression changed, he turned to look at Han Muye, and blurted out, "This is the broken sword you chose for your sixth sister-in-law?"

Han Muye opened his mouth slightly and looked at the sword in Lu Qingping's hand.

Lu Qingping stood there, her face as red as a cloud of fire.

Sixth sister-in-law.