The old man's expression was solemn, his aura was solid, and his brows and eyes were solemn.
This made Han Muzhi feel a little panicked.
Is it necessary to be so serious about the business of ten spiritual stones?
Or is it that this senior is a certain big shot in the Jiuxuan Sword Sect who has taken a liking to him and wants to pass on his mantle?
Perhaps, this is opportunity.
Han Muye looked respectful, cupped his hands and said, "Juniors should learn from you."
The old man nodded, his expression unchanged, and looked at Han Muye: "Okay, then I will ask you a few questions, and you must answer them truthfully."
This process is very much like a big boss passing on his mantle!
Han Muye suppressed the excitement in his heart and nodded heavily.
"Okay, let me ask you, why did you come to Jiuxuan Sword Sect?" the old man said, and there seemed to be light surging in his eyes.
Why did you come to Jiuxuan Sword Sect?
Han Muye thought about it, and the rows of swords in the sword pavilion suddenly flashed in his mind.
"For the sword." Shaking his head, Han Muye solemnly said: "For the sword to run rampant and live forever."
When you are reborn, you have to be promising no matter what, so naturally you have to have higher aspirations.
After hearing his words, the old man opposite showed a smile on his face and clapped his hands: "Okay!"
"If you don't have the desire to dominate the world and suppress your whole life with a sword, then you are not qualified to learn from my Ten Thousand Swordsmen Gui Clan!"
Han Mu was overjoyed that he had made the right bet!
Just as he was about to bow, the old man raised his hand again: "Let me ask you again, are your cultivation qualifications above level five?"
Cultivation qualifications of level five or above?
To cultivate Ten Thousand Swords and return to the sect, do you need such qualifications?
Also, such a majestic name requires a fifth-grade qualification or above.
Han Muye's face froze, he shook his head and said, "No."
I sighed slightly in my heart, it seemed that I had no chance to practice the peerless technique.
"Okay!" The old man across from him shouted loudly, startling Han Muye.
"If your qualifications are good enough, you don't need to come to practice my Ten Thousand Swords Returning Sect. You can just follow the steps."
Speaking of this, the old man stared at Han Muye, as if staring at a piece of peerless jade.
"I have the will to run wild all my life, but I have no qualifications and no resources."
"There are a lot of people like this in the world."
"Should these people accept their fate and be ants for the rest of their lives?"
The old man's face turned red, he shouted loudly, and there seemed to be a violent aura rising from his body.
This old guy is a little crazy.
Are all great people like this?
Han Muye closed his mouth and said nothing.
After enough roaring, the old man lost his aura and looked at Han Muye as usual. He looked at Han Muye and said, "Today I tell you that Ten Thousand Swords will return to the clan. Remember, you are cultivating ordinary swords in this world and walking a path to reach the sky. Do you understand?"
Han Muye nodded.
Is this responsibility too much?
Seeing Han Muye nod, the old man put one hand behind his back and took a step forward.
"I, Mo Yuan, have spent hundreds of years since I entered the Jiuxuan Sword Sect. I have studied three hundred and sixty swordsmanships, but I have never been able to master it."
"After watching the three sword pavilion elders take action, the sword energy was three thousand feet in length and breadth. One sword could split mountains and cut rivers. Only then did I realize."
"Cultivation of a wisp of sword energy, tempering it thousands of times, dividing it into 128,000 strands, and condensing it into sword intention."
"The sword intention is beaten and twisted a hundred times, turning into a hundred refined steel. When it is wrapped around the fingers, it gathers three thousand sword intentions, and turns into the general trend of heaven and earth."
"This is--"
The old man raised his right hand with two fingers together and pointed forward.
"Wan-Jian-Gui-Zong-"
His eyes are distant and firm, his figure is tall and straight, and his posture is as sharp as a sword!
If coupled with thousands of swords flying vertically, endless sword light lingering, and the earth shaking, then it would be like thousands of swords returning to the clan, and one sword soaring into the sky.
It's just that within this small room, there seems to be a little less momentum in every square inch.
After a long silence, Han Muye couldn't help but whisper: "It's gone?"
The old man slowly stopped his hand and did not answer his words, but asked: "How much have you understood?"
Comprehension?
Just this move, no, posture?
Han Muye closed his eyes, and in his mind, the image of the old man standing there and pointing and raising his hands slowly emerged in his mind.
This time, the scene moved very slowly, so slowly that Han Muye wanted to fast forward.
But he could feel that there was something in this picture.
He looked carefully, looking at the eyes of the old man in the picture, his movements when he pointed out his fingers, and his expression when he shouted "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Clan".
Unconsciously, he felt a little different.
serious.
firm.
The old man's eyes were filled with determination.
The old man's two fingers stretched out firmly.
The old man had a firm expression on his face.
Changing the picture again and again, the old man's aura became more and more dignified, until all the pictures collapsed.
Han Muye opened his eyes.
Understand "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect"!
At the moment when he realized that Ten Thousand Swords had returned to his clan, he felt that all the sword energy in the illusory space within his body was vibrating and seemed to be surging out.
Can you control the sword energy in your body?
The return of Wan Jian to the clan is true!
This Ten Thousand Sword Gui Sect really condenses all the thousands of sword skills in the world. With just one sword, it can cut into pieces the galaxy!
Looking at the old man in front of him, Han Mu was filled with admiration. He raised his hand and bowed: "Thank you, senior, for your teaching. I understand."
A powerful person who can create such a skill deserves respect.
"Have you learned it?" Seeing Han Muye's actions, the old man was stunned and asked anxiously: "What have you learned?"
Is this the final test?
Han Muye straightened up, clenched a fist with one hand, and said with firm eyes: "With a sword in my hand, I have the world."
The old man frowned and was about to speak when he heard Han Muye say again: "I realized that there is no sword in my hand but a sword in my heart."
"There is no sword in the hand, but there is a sword in the heart?" The old man was stunned and whispered.
"There is no sword in the hand, but there is a sword in the heart?"
"Haha, there is no sword in my hand, but there is a sword in my heart!"
The old man laughed loudly, turned around and left.
It wasn't until he left that Han Muye remembered that he hadn't paid for the ten spiritual stones.
Also, what about the disciples we agreed to recruit?
Can you understand the skills of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Clan after just one look? With this understanding, this big boss doesn’t want to accept him as his disciple and pass on the mantle?
Wan Jian Guizong, this is not a bad street technique, so casual?
Shaking his head, Han Muye had no choice but to collect the two books and prepare to leave the quiet room.
Perhaps this is fate, and I was not born with the good fortune to become an elder's disciple.
After closing the book, there was still a flash of spiritual light on the jade in front of me.
"Huh?"
A message from the Jade Bi made Han Muye's thoughts change.
"Quiet Room No. 85, I need an explanation of Erxuan Swordsman Bibo's technique, and I will be rewarded with five hundred spirit stones."
Bibo?
He just learned this sword skill yesterday, and it wasn't just once.
Subconsciously, he reached out and touched the jade, and the message disappeared immediately.
Is this just taking over the mission?
Han Muye walked out of the quiet room, walked to the door of quiet room No. 85, took a deep breath, opened the door and walked in.
In the quiet room, a young man wearing a white robe from the inner door saw Han Muye, looked up and down, and frowned slightly.
"Senior brother, I seem to have never seen you in the inner gate..."
Han Muye said calmly: "Do you know all the three thousand disciples of the inner sect?"
"That's not—" the young man's face tightened, but before he could finish his words, Han Muye waved his hand and said, "Want to perform Fa Bibo swordsmanship?"
The young man nodded.
Han Muye looked at the sword at the young man's waist, stretched out his hand and said, "Bring the sword."