MTL - Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion-Chapter 3 The rules of the sword pavilion

Double cultivation?

Is it meat or vegetarian?

Pretty?

Han Muye opened his eyes, somewhat disappointed.

In front of him, there was only a three-foot long sword, lightly splayed in front of him, the sword light was dim.

He sighed, turned over, and continued to sleep.

Sword?

With a shudder all over his body, he jumped to his feet, and he was no longer sleepy.

"Lang-jun, do you want double cultivation?"

The elegant and indifferent voice came again.

Han Muye shrank on the wooden couch and said in a low voice, "Shuangxiu with a sword, am I not a bitch?"

"Do you think I'm a sword?" Qing Ya's voice exclaimed.

"The black iron is the front, the body of the sword is two feet eight inches, the hilt is bronze cloud pattern, and there are three blood threads intertwined."

"The sword weighs nine catties and fifty taels, and the blood groove of the sword's edge is half an inch deep."

"The body of the sword is forged with the method of a thousand-forged condensing hammer, and the quenching method is—"

Han Muye's voice suddenly stopped.

A picture appeared in front of him.

The tempered long sword was clamped with iron pliers, and then slowly inserted into the heart of a green-clothed girl.

"The girl's heart is tempered with blood, this method is not the right way to refine the sword..."

Han Muye muttered softly.

Comprehension of the art of blood refining.

The long sword shook lightly, and there was a trace of sword light trembling on it, which seemed to be emotionally fluctuating, and then the sword edge turned and stabbed towards Han Muye's chest.

At this moment, an old cough suddenly came from next door.

The long sword fell on the wooden couch with a clang.

"What are you tossing about at night? Sleep." Huang Lao Liu's voice came.

Han Muye, who was shocked into cold sweat, stretched out his hand and held the hilt of the long sword in front of him.

"Boom—"

In his mind, pictures appeared one after another.

The sword light in the hands of a young man dressed in white was like a wandering dragon, and every sword light was bursting with cold light.

Above the sword's edge, there is blood blooming.

That's one life being harvested.

"Yun'er, hand over Yun'er!"

The young man roared wildly, with a sword in his hand, almost to the point where only phantoms remained.

He fought from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and was finally blocked by an old man wearing a linen robe.

"Haha, the eighth outer gate of the Nine Profound Sword Sect does have some means."

The old man's face flashed a cold look, and a long-handled sword was in front of him.

"You are looking for her, right?"

The old man raised his finger and pointed forward. There, there was a girl in green clothes with tears on her face, looking at the young man and shaking her head.

"Yun'er! Let go of my sister—"

The young man roared and flew up.

It's just that his figure was stopped by a dagger across the girl's neck.

"Era, hand over the sword in your hand."

"Otherwise, you can only get her body." The masked man standing beside the girl said lightly.

"Brother, hurry up—"

"You don't mind me—"

The girl burst into tears.

"Don't you just want this Xuanyang sword?" The young man named Ji Yuan swept his eyes from the sackcloth old man, and then looked at the man in black in front of him and said, "Take it."

He raised his hand and threw the long sword in his hand.

Just as he threw the long sword, the old man in linen flew out, and the long sword in his hand slashed towards him.

The youth without a long sword in his hand retreated steadily, and finally fell off the cliff.

Ji Yuan fell off the cliff, the green-clothed girl showed despair, and the black-clothed masked man stepped forward, reaching out to grab the long sword thrown by Ji Yuan, his eyes showing chills.

"This is not the Xuanyang Sword!"

"How is it possible, without the Xuanyang Sword, how could he kill Xue Linghu?" The expression of the old man in linen changed.

"Could it be that he really cultivated with his kendo talent?"

The masked man in black snorted coldly, grabbed the girl in green and left.

The picture after that repeats the picture of tempering the long sword with the blood of a girl.

But what was tempered was the long sword thrown by the era.

The long sword that had killed the demon fox was re-melted and tempered with the blood of the girl.

This sword carries the deceit of the demon fox and the resentment of the girl.

So, this sword will **** human blood.

The scene in front of Han Muye's eyes dissipated, and a breath penetrated his body from the long sword.

Different from the weak aura in the long sword during the day, this time, the aura in the long sword was thick and long, flowing continuously along his whole body, and finally returned to silence.

He could feel a slight change in his body, but he couldn't tell.

"Xuanyuan swordsmanship, Yiye."

Closing his eyes, Ji Yuan's sword move finally froze, and then turned into a constant reciprocating sword move.

This move is called Yi Ye.

"Why is this sword in the sword pavilion?"

"Era, is it life or death?"

Looking at the long sword in his hand, Han Muye's heart arose one after another with questions.

When he walked out of the quiet room the next day, Huang Laoliu saw Han Muye and looked up and down, his face full of suspicion.

"Okay, why didn't you get squeezed last night?"

In front of him, Han Muye was in high spirits, without a trace of exhaustion.

Han Muye smiled and cupped his hands, "Thank you sixth brother for helping us."

"That sword..."

"You will send the sword back later." Huang Laoliu waved his hand, and as he walked, he muttered, "It seems to be a tough one, maybe he can stay in the sword pavilion for a long time..."

In the morning, Huang Laoliu told Han Muye to guard the sword pavilion and went down the mountain to get some wine.

According to Huang Laoliu, if you don't drink some alcohol, you will be disturbed at night and won't be able to sleep.

When Huang Laoliu left, Han Muye looked at the long swords on the wooden stand, his eyes lit up.

He walked over, stretched out his hand and grasped the hilt of a long sword, and drew it lightly.

Unlike yesterday, the long sword did not move at all, the long sword was pulled out with a sound of "Cang Clang", and a cold light flashed on the sword's edge.

There was a touch of intimacy on the sword.

This feeling is mysterious and mysterious, and it all comes from the breath that was poured into the body last night.

It seems that the breath is circulating in the body, and the long sword regards himself as a relative.

"The sword is three feet and one inch long and weighs 13 catties and eight taels. The blade of the sword is four inches wide and two inches thick."

"It is made by the method of thousands of trials and hardships, and it is quenched with water from a thousand-year cold pool."

Holding the long sword in his hand, Han Muye's arm gently stuck out.

"Hey—"

The sword's edge shook, as if a blue leaf was floating, falling to nowhere, swirling around.

Before this leaf fell, the opponent had nowhere to focus, and could not capture the traces of it.

Xuanyuan swordsmanship, one leaf.

This is the sword technique that Han Muye learned from the long sword last night.

"Because of full-level comprehension, I not only understand this move, but also see the mood of this move, so I can make this move more unpredictable than Ji Yuan's hands?"

Han Muye could feel that even Ji Yuan couldn't use his own sword.

It's a pity that I don't have a cultivation base on my body, and I only have swordsmanship. If I really want to fight against others, I am afraid that I haven't handed out the long sword, and they have already cut off my long sword.

All martial arts in the world are invincible, only fast can not be broken, without the blessing of cultivation, speed and strength cannot be displayed at all.

However, there is no rush to practice. You have already entered the Nine Profound Sword Sect. Are you afraid that you will not have the opportunity to practice?

Returning the long sword to its sheath, Han Muye stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the other sword.

A long sword was drawn, and then he could see through all the secrets hidden in these long swords.

Unconsciously, a faint aura melted into his body.

He also learned several ways of forging swords.

These long swords are all unused, and there is no trace of the sword master's practice.

Perhaps, those swords that some people have used, can you get something out of them?

Han Muye raised his head and walked in front of the wooden frame. In the morning, he put the sword in the room in front of him.

Around that sword, there should be long swords with traces of use.

"Disciple Jiang Han, come to Jiange to receive a long sword."

Suddenly, a voice came from the door of the Jiange Pavilion.

The disciple leads the sword?

This is one of the main businesses in Jiange.

According to Huang Laoliu, it is also the business with the most oil and water.

Han Muye turned around and walked to the front of the pavilion, stood with his head bowed, and said lightly, "The rules of the sword pavilion, lead Jian to bathe and change clothes first, burn incense and meditate, and be vegetarian for ten days."

"The essential sword—"

After a pause, he waved his hand and said, "Come in."

The disciple in the green robe at the foot of the stone steps spread out his hands, and in the palm of his hand were three crystal clear spiritual stones.