Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

After Huang Laoliu finished speaking, the whole person froze there.

His daisy face was shyly red, he turned his head and stared at Han Muye, but he didn't dare to look down the stone steps.

"Cough, sixth brother, I bought this sword myself."

Han Muye tapped the sword in Lu Qingping's hand with his chin.

Huang Laoliu turned his head mechanically.

Lu Qingping hurriedly lowered her head and said softly, "I'm here to bring this sword."

Hearing her words, Han Muye hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the sword and said, "Thank you Liu—Senior Sister Lu."

Lu Qingping turned around and left.

A look of disappointment flashed across Huang Lao Liu's face.

"Sixth brother, it's getting late, Sister Six can't worry about going back alone, there are many wolves in the mountains—" Han Muye shouted loudly.

Huang Lao Liu said in a low voice, "It's just you who are busy."

That being said, people have already chased after Lu Qingping.

"Sixth brother, do you want to bring dinner? Bone or meat—" Lu Gao came over with a loud voice.

Han Muye glared at him, "It's just you who have troubles."

Lu Gao grinned.

Practitioners are not very particular about eating, so three meals a day or two meals a day are also acceptable.

It is normal to cultivate to high depths, drink the dew, and cut off the grains.

Han Muye had never seen the elder Jiange eat.

Holding the sword in his hand, Han Muye went straight back to the quiet room of the sword pavilion.

Lin Shen looked at the sky, turned around and left.

Lu Gao stood at the door with a blank look on his face.

"Aren't you guys going to eat dinner?"

"No, then should I wait for the sixth brother to come back and then close the door, or close the door now..."

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In the quiet room, Han Muye put down the white tiger picture scroll that Tuoba Cheng had given him, and held it on the hilt of the sword with a hint of hesitation on his face.

He is familiar with this sword.

Today in Fangshi, he recognized this sword at a glance.

This is the handle that Huang Laoliu kept in his hands.

In the past, Huang Laoliu was a precious treasure and kept wiping.

Men in the world, who wouldn't want to have a sword in their hands?

Yesterday, Huang Laoliu sold the sword in order to collect the spirit stone to buy a sword for Lu Qingping.

After hesitating again and again, Han Muye released his hand from the hilt of the sword.

No matter what secrets there are in the sword, it is Huang Laoliu's own.

Can not watch.

Putting the long sword on the table, Han Muye slowly unfolded the white tiger picture scroll that Tuoba Cheng sent.

This is a picture of a hanging-eyed and white-fronted tiger going down the mountain.

On the steep and lofty mountain peak, a white giant tiger seemed to be wrapped in wind and thunder, opened his mouth and stared at the front.

The tiger's hair on this white tiger's body is completely visible.

Subconsciously, Han Muye turned his gaze to Bai Hu's eyes.

The eyes of this white tiger revealed majesty and loneliness, as if the Wu Howling Mountains were overwhelmed by all beasts.

After watching it several times, this painting is indeed very imposing.

That's all?

Not so much, right?

If it were as simple as that, Tuobacheng wouldn't have given him the painting so dearly, and he even told him to visualize it.

Slowly closing his eyes, Han Muye recalled the contents of the scroll.

In his mind, pictures appeared one after another.

White Tiger.

Where did this picture come from?

Lin Shen said that after Tuoba Cheng was injured, in order to relieve his own qi and blood that was difficult to suppress, he just described it.

When tracing a picture scroll, how do you channel qi and blood?

Opening his eyes, Han Muye's gaze fell on the individual tiger hairs.

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the scroll.

"Boom—"

"Roar--"

The roar sounded low in the quiet room, and the entire quiet room was richly gusted, and the suspended dust was shattered by the sword energy like hair.

The innumerable tiger hairs on the white tiger's body, each one is a sword energy!

At this time, all the sword qi in the picture scroll were stimulated, and I don't know how much sword qi was floating and raging in the quiet room.

In Han Muye's mind, a white tiger roared and clashed everywhere, as if he would choose someone to devour at any time.

The white tiger turned his head slowly, his eyes meeting Han Muye's.

At that moment, Han Muye felt that his whole body was icy cold, as if he was about to be torn to pieces by this fierce tiger's claws.

"Om—"

The sword intent vibrated in his sea of ​​qi, and the image of the white tiger in his mind shattered and dissipated.

The sword energy that filled the house also stopped and turned back into tiger hair on the picture scroll.

Han Muye took a deep breath and stared at the picture of the white tiger in front of him.

No wonder no one in Sanshizhai can understand this picture.

This is not at all a picture that is described by dredging qi and blood!

Everyone in Sanshizhai thought that Tuoba was infused with excess Qi and blood in this scroll, which was hidden and all in body refinement.

In fact, in this picture scroll, there is not a trace of qi and blood, but there is endless sword qi!

Tuobacheng did not integrate his own blood into the picture scroll, but merged his own swordsmanship and condensed sword energy into the picture scroll.

"The sword gas turns into silk, as soft as hair."

"The white tiger came out of the mountain, like a collapse."

In this picture scroll, Tuoba has been sealed into excess sword energy. If these sword energy are imperial envoys, they can completely fight against and kill the enemy, no less than a spiritual weapon.

And most importantly, in this picture scroll, there is how to condense the method of sword qi, and also, the sword stance that Tuoba Cheng condensed.

Like a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests, the wind and clouds are sweeping.

Just now, if it weren't for the sword intent stored in the sea of ​​qi being strong enough, Han Muye would have collapsed just by looking at the sword force.

However, Tuobacheng's sword stance still hasn't been cultivated, and the white tiger has not yet reached the general trend of going down the mountain without a return.

Han Muye's eyes shone brightly.

This Uncle Tuoba actually deceived everyone.

What kind of kendo backlash, what serious injury, failed to recover in twelve years.

He is clearly raising a sword!

The sword is so powerful that it can be called invincible under the heavenly realm!

"Uncle, uncle, you can really look at me..."

Han Muye chuckled lightly while looking at the picture scroll.

Tuobacheng is not afraid of the sword power and sword energy on the white tiger scroll, so he will kill himself directly?

Recalling that the elders of the Sword Pavilion were desperate to save him back then, Han Muye shook his head slightly.

Perhaps in the eyes of these powerhouses, chance and danger coexist.

If you want to get the chance, you have to bear the danger.

If you want to be honored, you must bear the weight?

If you really can't bear it, then if you die, you will die.

Carefully hanging the scroll on the wall of the quiet room, Han Muye took a few steps back and looked up and down.

Well, the quiet room is a little more elegant and a little more imposing.

Looking at the white tiger going down the mountain, Han Muye showed a smile on his face.

Whether it is the cultivation method of sword qi and sword potential, or the effect of this picture scroll against the enemy, it is a treasure that he can use.

The reward from a cheap uncle is really not cheap.

"Sixth brother, you can count back—"

At the gate of Jiange ~www.wuxiahere.com~ Lu Gao's resentful voice came.

It was dark today. Huang Laoliu came back a little early.

Han Muye took the sword on the table, and just as he was about to leave the quiet room, there was a knock at the door.

"Sixth Brother came back early enough, Sixth Sister-in-law didn't leave you..." Han Muye squeezed his eyes twice.

Huang Laoliu shook his head with a serious look on his face, looking at the sword in Han Muye's hand.

Han Muye smiled and handed the sword back.

"Sixth brother, you are willing to do it for Sixth Sister-in-law. You have this sword for three or four years, right?"

Huang Laoliu took the sword and rubbed his palms with a complicated expression on his face.

"It's been six and a half years. When I came to the Jiange for half a year, there were some troubles in the Jiange. Apart from the elders, I was the only one who watched the death of the swordsman."

"I was afraid at night, so I hugged it to sleep."

Huang Laoliu clenched his long sword tightly, then raised his head to look at Han Muye.

"Brother Han, I'm afraid I won't be able to repay the debt of 20,000 spirit stones."

There was a suppressed emotion in his eyes.

"I'll pass on the Ningjian Jue to you, this is the only thing I can do."

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