2, the sword pavilion looks at the sword, comprehends at a glance
To die?
Even though he was prepared, Han Muye was still shocked.
Without cultivation, one cannot survive more than a year.
I knew this Jiange was not a good place, but I didn't expect it to be so dangerous.
After pondering for a moment, he looked at Huang Laoliu, cupped his hands and said, "Senior, I wonder if you can live for more than a year if you have some cultivation skills?"
"How is this year divided into twelve months? In which month will the sword energy harm someone?"
"Senior, can you tell me what's so special about the sword energy here? If you take careful precautions, can you survive a year?"
Several questions in a row made Huang Laoliu slightly stunned.
He looked at Han Muye with a strange expression and said, "Do you really want to be a sword watcher?"
In no mood.
But there is nothing we can do about it.
Han Muye nodded.
Huang Laoliu grinned, missing two big teeth.
"follow me."
He waved and let Han Muye walk into the pavilion door.
As soon as he entered the pavilion, Han Muye felt the hairs on his hair stand up instantly.
On the wooden stands, there are long swords, stretching endlessly!
Some of the long swords shone with a dark cold light, as if they were choosing people to devour.
Some look simple and ordinary, but they seem to be dormant beasts that might come out of their sheaths and hurt people.
In the darkness in the distance, there was a flash of light, as if a long sword was about to fly out.
A trace of cool air penetrates into the bone marrow, making one's teeth chatter.
"It's okay. I was scared to death if I didn't come in." Huang Laoliu glanced at Han Muye, then pointed at the countless swords in front of him and said, "Sword watchers just look at these swords."
Do you still want to look at this sword?
Han Muye was a little confused.
"The newly-refined sword is fine. Those who have used it and have residual resentment in it may want to drink some blood in the middle of the night. You said, this sword must not be looked at?" Huang Laoliu grinned.
The smile with missing teeth, paired with the dim sword light, is a bit scary.
Sword, you still want to drink blood?
Han Muye regretted taking this job.
"But as a sword watcher in the Sword Pavilion, as long as you don't die, you will receive a monthly salary of ten spiritual stones, and the other inner disciples of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect will also have a lot of benefits."
"If you can live without death for ten years, then you can directly become the deacon of Jiuxuan Sword Sect."
"If I don't die for a long time, hehe..."
Han Muye no longer cared about Huang Laoliu's other words.
Ten spiritual stones, benefits for inner disciples, these are enough!
With full level of understanding, he firmly believed that he could embark on the path of spiritual practice.
"Are you tempted?"
Huang Laoliu pointed to the small side room on one side: "The last sword watcher left just three days ago, so you can stay in this room first."
Han Muye walked into the side room and saw that it was a quiet room with a wooden couch and a long desk inside.
He was exhausted these past few days, so he lay down on the wooden couch and fell asleep.
When he woke up and walked out of the quiet room, it was already bright.
Huang Laoliu looked at him with a strange expression, led him to the small yard behind the attic to wash up, and pointed to a few steamed buns on the stone table and said: "You have breakfast, and I will help you get your waistband clothes."
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Huang Laoliu was quite enthusiastic, so Han Muye hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, senior."
Huang Laoliu memorized Han Muye's name, place of origin and other information, and then walked out.
After walking only a few steps, he suddenly turned around and said, "Don't call me senior, I'm not much older than you."
Han Muye froze with a steamed bun in his mouth. He didn't come back to his senses until Huang Laoliu walked out of the sword pavilion.
Huang Laoliu has a stooped figure, gray hair, and even his teeth have fallen out. He is obviously very old.
But he said he was not much older than himself.
Is this the damage caused by the sword energy in the sword pavilion?
Suddenly, Han Muye felt that the steamed bun in his hand was difficult to swallow.
Traveling through the world of cultivation, I am planning to find a beautiful fairy and experience the taste of dual cultivation.
This hasn't even started yet, and you will become like Huang Laoliu. Doesn't it mean that you have to be powerless?
After hastily finishing breakfast, Han Muye walked to the wooden stand filled with long swords.
Each of these swords looks extraordinary, and it will definitely be priceless if you get it on earth.
Reaching out to hold the hilt of a long sword, Han Muye tightened his fingers and drew hard.
"Um?"
Seeing that there was no one around, he blushed slightly and let go of his hand.
To my embarrassment, the sword was not unsheathed.
Reluctantly, Han Muye tried a few more times, but Han Muye did not believe in evil and stood on the wooden stand to draw the sword one by one.
"Canglang——"
After walking past several wooden frames, he pulled out a slender long sword.
The clear sword light flashed like water, and the sword blade was long and narrow, with a faint green light.
"Okay, bitch..."
Han Muye's eyes fell on the long sword, and he felt a sudden sound in his mind, and an image flashed across his mind.
In front of him, there seemed to be several craftsmen wielding hammers, blowing them one after another, causing sparks to fly.
Thousands of times tempered.
These strong men hit it thousands of times with all their strength, and the iron embryo took shape.
Quenching, grinding, adjusting, decorating.
A long sword has been refined.
"Thirty-eight thousand two hundred and fifty-one heavy blows and eighty-six thousand five hundred and thirteen light hammers."
"It was polished five thousand six hundred and twenty times, and the edge was tempered nine times."
"The blade of the sword is two feet, eight inches and nine minutes long, and three inches and one minute wide."
"The sword weighs eight pounds, six taels, and seven cents."
Whispering in his mouth, the bright halos in Han Muye's eyes flowed.
A trace of imperceptible breath penetrated his body, and then disappeared.
Is this the blessing of reaching the full level of understanding?
At a glance, the long sword in his palm had no secrets, and he also understood two forging methods.
With such a golden finger, why are you worried about not being able to practice?
Putting the long sword back to its original position, Han Muye reached out and grasped the hilt of another long sword.
Without using any force, he already felt that he could pull out the sword.
"What are you doing? Do you think you have a long life?"
Before he drew his sword, Huang Laoliu's voice came.
Letting go of his hand, Han Muye walked out from the wooden frame.
"If you want to live longer, stay away from these swords."
Huang Laoliu threw the clothes and waistband he was holding in front of Han Muye, and then said coldly: "The last sword watcher was just too curious and left after not staying in the sword pavilion for three months."
"Where are you going?" Han Muye picked up his waist badge and looked at it, then shook off the green-gray Jiuxuan Sword Sect disciple's robe.
"Where did he go?" Huang Laoliu chuckled and said, "He died. His blood was sucked dry by a long sword. He left very uneasily."
Speaking of this, he looked at Han Muye and said, "Last night, you slept in his room and didn't hear anything?"
Han Muye's arms stiffened while he was tying his belt.
…
The swords in the Sword Pavilion are either newly forged and waiting for disciples to pick them up, or the disciples of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect have died and the swords have been brought back with them, waiting for the next owner.
There are tens of thousands of swords hidden in the first floor of the Sword Pavilion, most of which are ordinary items.
There are thousands of swords hidden on the second floor of the Sword Pavilion, and the lowest level are all high-grade spiritual weapons.
As for the third floor, Huang Laoliu did not introduce it.
For one day, no outsiders came to the Jiange Pavilion. Huang Laoliu, who was actually only in his early thirties, told Han Muye the general situation of the Jiange Pavilion.
"The swords hidden on the first floor of this sword pavilion are divided into twelve areas. Each area has about three thousand swords. We sword watchers need to clean one area every month."
"All swords need to be wiped at least once a year."
"The sword must be dried every June 6th."
"Other times, just avoid it if you can."
When the door of the pavilion was closed at night, Huang Laoliu patted Han Muye on the shoulder and said, "You are very interesting, I don't want you to live less than three months."
While lying on the wooden couch, Han Muye's mind was filled with the scene of forging a long sword, and the story of the long sword sucking blood that Huang Laoliu told him.
Half-conscious, a soft call suddenly came from his ear.
"Mr. Lang, do you want to practice dual cultivation?"
