Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Just as Han Muye walked to the gate of Jiange, there was a sound from under the stone steps in front of him.

"Hey, new here?"

"Where's Huang Lao Liu?"

"Dead? Probably dead."

Han Muye looked down and saw a middle-aged forty man with a goatee and a gray brocade robe standing there with an impatient face.

"Don't worry, even if you die, the sixth brother will not die." Han Muye said lightly.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then glared and shouted, "The new sword watchers are so unruly now?"

Han Muye nodded, then shouted: "Elder Gao, this guy said you didn't teach the new sword watcher the rules."

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sunny.

Gentle breeze.

The middle-aged man in the brocade robe standing under the nine stone steps in front of the Jiange Gate was sweating profusely.

He stared, trembling all over.

After ten breaths, his whole body softened and he slumped on the ground.

"Small punishment and big commandment, and if you are disrespectful to the sword pavilion, let Cao Anchun come to deliver the sword in person."

The voice of the elder Jiange was light and erratic, as if it was far above the clouds.

Lin Shen and Lu Gao, who were standing at the gate of Jiange, looked at each other lightly.

Han Muye jokingly said that the elders of the sword pavilion really took action!

How short-term does this have to be?

Also, Han Muye holds a lot of weight in the hearts of the elders of the sword pavilion!

"Cao Pei knew that he was wrong, thank the elder for not killing him." The middle-aged man who struggled to get up from the ground bowed to Jiange.

Elder Jiange did not respond.

Han Muye looked at the young men in sackcloth holding a wooden box behind Cao Pei, and said, "Bring the sword."

Cao Pei hurriedly turned around: "Quick, quick, didn't you listen to this senior brother?"

A disciple of the Cao family stepped forward with a long sword and stood under the stone steps. Cao Pei stretched out his hand to open the wooden box, and carefully took out the long sword held by the red silk cloth with both hands.

"Senior brother, please check." Cao Pei said in a low voice when he brought it to Han Muye.

He quietly raised his eyes to look at Han Muye.

He has been doing the errand of Jiange to deliver swords for almost twenty years, and the number of people who have been in contact with Jiange to watch the sword can't be counted.

Most of these sword watchers see each other once and never see each other again. In recent years, Huang Laoliu is the one who has dealt with most often.

Every time a sword comes, whether it is Huang Laoliu or other sword watchers, they are all politely received.

Cao Pei never imagined that there would be times when he would be troubled by sword watchers.

If he was just to make things difficult, he would be regarded as a new sword watcher who was reckless and didn't understand the rules.

But the elders of the sword pavilion actually came forward for this new swordsman.

Looking at Han Muye's indifferent expression, Cao Pei suddenly remembered what the Patriarch Patriarch said back then.

The swordsmen of Jiu Xuan Jianmen's sword pavilion are nothing, but the official disciples of Jiuxuan Jianmen's sword pavilion must not be offended.

Because, that is the next Jiange elder!

Could it be that this one is the candidate for the next Jiange elder?

Thinking of this, Cao Pei's heart moved, the palm holding the long sword slightly retracted into the cuff, and then extended his hand, there were already two bright spiritual stones in the palm.

Mid-grade spirit stones, two pieces.

Han Muye's eyes fell on the spirit stone and he stretched out his hand.

Grab the long sword.

"Brother Lu, take it."

Han Muye spoke lightly.

Lu Gao stepped forward and put away the spiritual stone in Cao Pei's hand.

He had no doubts about Han Muye's words.

He was sure that no matter who it was, as long as he came to Jiange, Han Muye would be scratched with oil and water.

The corner of Lin Shen's mouth twitched.

Cao Pei let out a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, being able to collect spirit stones is not inhumane.

Looking at the long sword in Han Muye's hand, Cao Pei opened his mouth and said, "Senior brother, this sword is called Sanyang. It is made of fine iron that has been tempered and tempered several times.

"This sword—"

Before he could finish his introduction, Han Muye pulled out his long sword with a "Cang Clang" sound, and then the blade of the sword pointed slightly obliquely and turned slowly.

"The sword is three feet and one minute long, weighs twelve catties and fifty taels, is one inch wide, and has a blood groove half a minute deep.

Han Muye's words made Cao Pei's eyes widen.

"This sword is doped with a trace of Sanyang gold. It is used for Muyang spring water during quenching, and then polished with Jinyang stone during final polishing. It makes sense to name it Sanyang."

Han Muye slowly raised the sword and carefully appreciated it in front of his eyes.

The corners of Cao Pei's mouth trembled, and he only murmured: "Yes... yes... not bad..."

"Curachi—"

The long sword is sheathed.

Han Muye threw the sword back into the wooden box, and said indifferently: "It looks like a good sword that has been tempered and tempered. The three positive forces are superimposed, and there is no cold force to neutralize it. Are you afraid that this sword will not break fast enough?"

Cao Pei blushed and opened his mouth to speak, but Han Muye had already stretched out his hand and pointed at the second sword.

The disciple of the Cao family who was holding the long sword brought the wooden box forward and opened it.

A bronze long sword was placed in it, supported by a blue-grey silk cloth.

Without waiting for Cao Pei's introduction, Han Muye had already stretched out his hand to hold the long sword.

"Curachi—"

The long sword is unsheathed, and the light and cold can be learned.

"Yuyuan? This sword is good. It is made of light and shadow stone, with a green front three feet, and its strength can penetrate gold and iron."

Gently waving the long sword, Han Muye put the sword back into the wooden box.

Cao Pei breathed a sigh of relief.

Han Muye reached out and took down a sword again.

"With too much wind spirit iron, a good half-spirit weapon has been refined into an ordinary mortal weapon."

"The pleated steel is quenched too much, this sword is useless."

……

The beads of sweat on Cao Pei's forehead began to roll down again.

"Frost seven-point steel? The three-fold forging method of Duanyuan? This sword is good enough to be sent to the second floor." Han Muye held a three-foot sword in his hand, his eyes shining brightly.

"Bingpo? The name is also good, but unfortunately, when refining it, it seems that the forging technique is a bit poor."

Gently returning the long sword to its sheath, Han Muye turned to look at Cao Pei.

"This sword seems to be from the hand of a female craftsman?"

Cao Pei's face was full of reverence, and he gestured with his thumb: "Senior brother is amazing, this sword was forged by my Miss Sun of the Cao family."

"The ancestor said that Miss Sun's ice-breaking skills can be regarded as a masterpiece~www.wuxiahere.com~ Han Muye nodded.

Just now, he had seen the appearance of the person who forged this sword from this sword with few memory pictures.

She is indeed a girl with good forging talent.

Of the twenty-one long swords, Han Muye finally received fifteen.

The remaining six, in his opinion, the problem is too big, and he is not qualified to be included in the sword pavilion.

"That, Senior Brother, please be more accommodating." Cao Pei's face was bitter, and three more auras flashed in the palm of his hand.

"I've been doing this job for nearly 20 years, and I haven't brought my sword back."

"These swords are flawed, but it's not that they can't be used..."

Hearing his words, Han Muye's expression turned pale: "There are flaws, so it can't be used?"

He stretched out his hand to the sword pavilion behind him, and said coldly, "Every sword here must be handed over to the disciples of the Nine Profound Sword Sect."

"They need to accompany this sword, practice, and fight."

"If the sword is flawed, it may cost them their lives."

"Do you think that this mere amount of spirit stone can buy back their lives?"

Cao Pei froze there, opened his mouth, and finally cupped his hands in shame and turned to leave.

Going back this time, I still don't know how to face the clan.

Han Muye sorted out the list of swords, then held the sword in both hands to break the ice and walked to the stairs.

"The disciple has collected a top-level semi-spiritual sword, which is qualified to be sent to the second floor of the sword pavilion."

Han Muye held a long sword in his hand and bowed to stand.

After a while, a faint response came from upstairs.

"Send it up."

Han Muye bowed slightly and walked up to the second floor with his sword.

Finally, there is another chance to ascend to the second floor of the sword pavilion!

Bowing his head, Han Muye's eyes were bright.