Lin Shen's eyes were blood red and he stared at Han Muye, as if he wanted to eat him.
Drawing a sword with ten thousand swords is his way.
It's his belief.
Now if someone questions his belief, that is destroying his way.
Destroying the path of others is irreconcilable.
Han Muye looked at Lin Shen and whispered: "Instructor Lin, let me ask you, is there a difference between swinging a sword a thousand times and swinging a sword ten thousand times?"
"Yes." Lin Shen said without hesitation: "Swing the sword ten thousand times will give you a deeper understanding of the way of the sword."
Han Muye nodded and asked, "Is there any change between one hundred thousand times and one million times?"
"Yes." Lin Shen answered loudly again, but paused slightly after answering.
"After a million times, draw the sword and swing it in one go."
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Muye had already spoken: "Is there any difference between five million times and six million times?"
This time, Lin Shen hesitated and did not speak.
After a while, he seemed to be giving himself confidence and whispered: "No matter what, as long as I persist for a few more years and draw my sword thousands of times, I can soar into the sky..."
Han Muye shook his head and said calmly: "If the sword is in your heart, it is enough to draw the sword thousands of times."
"If you don't have a sword in your heart, even if you draw the sword thousands of times, it will be useless."
After saying that, he turned around and strode away without stopping.
"There is no sword in my heart?" Lin Shen was stunned, with a look of confusion on his face: "I have a sword in my heart, isn't my sword just..."
"No, I only believe in the sword in my hand. Why do I need the sword in my heart?"
"That's wrong. I have to draw the sword ten thousand times, but I should believe in the sword in my heart."
He muttered to himself, seeming to completely forget where he was for a moment.
…
Han Muye left the Chuan Gong Hall, asked for directions to Qingxi Stream, and ran all the way. Two quarters of an hour later, he saw a quiet rippling river.
On both sides of the river, there are stretches of green bamboo forest, with bamboo buildings in between.
This is Qingxi Stream.
Mo Yuan was also considered a celebrity here, and Han Muye knew his location after just a little inquiry.
It's a pity that he is not here today.
Maybe, in Yanfa Building?
Han Muye turned around and headed to the Yanfa Building.
When they arrived at the Yanfa Building, Han Muye took a quiet room number plate, then walked into the quiet room and wrote a line of words on the jade bi.
"Quiet Room No. 183, seeking to perform "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect" for a reward of ten spirit stones."
The message flickered on the jade wall for a long time, but no one responded.
Han Muye could only reach out his hand to dismiss this message with regret.
It seems that Mo Yuan, the number one in the outer sect, is not in the Yanfa Building.
He reached out and wrote a line of words.
"Quiet Room No. 183, looking for the follow-up derivation of "Iron Bull Strength", reward, and three meritorious deeds."
He only has three meritorious deeds in his hand.
The follow-up to Tie Niu Jin is worth the price.
After a moment, the halo flashed and the message mission was accepted.
After a while, the quiet room door was pushed open.
"Is it you?" The tall Zhao Pu frowned when he saw it was Han Muye and said, "Why, didn't you understand last time?"
With that said, he said in a deep voice: "You can remove the task. I said, if there is anything Tie Niujin doesn't understand, just ask me."
Han Muye shook his head and said: "Senior Brother Zhao Pu, I want to know how powerful the subsequent deduction of Tieniu Jin can be."
"With this technique, can I reach the ninth level of Peiyuan?"
His words stunned Zhao Pu.
"How much does it weigh?"
"Tie Niu Jin only has one level, and it is one of the lowest-level exercises in Yanfa Tower. Its effectiveness is only slightly better than the outer fist and kick exercises."
Speaking of this, he shook his head and said: "It is absolutely impossible to reach the ninth level of Peiyuan with this body training method."
Only one level?
Is it impossible to reach the ninth level of Peiyuan?
Han Muye was a little disappointed.
It was impossible for Zhao Pu to lie to him.
"Let me practice it for you again." Zhao Pu said, stepping into a horse stance, raising his hand to punch, with a phantom of a green bull floating behind him.
After finishing the boxing exercise, he looked at Han Muye: "Go through it again and let me see what went wrong."
Han Muye nodded.
This Zhao Pu is a nice person, cold on the outside and hot on the inside.
Taking a breath, Han Muye raised his hand to put on a display and moved his body.
"Buzz——"
Behind him, the phantom of the green cow floated instantly.
"Okay, isn't this already a small success..." Zhao Pu's eyes lit up, and then his eyes flashed: "No, this is about to be a big success!"
"You can cultivate Qingniu Jin to great perfection in just a few days. Your understanding..."
Before he finished speaking, Han Muye punched out, and behind him, the shadow of a second green bull appeared!
Zhao Pu was shocked and stood there in a daze.
Han Muye withdrew his fist, and the shadows of the two green bulls behind him slowly dissipated.
"This is my question." Looking at Zhao Pu, Han Muye spoke in a low voice.
Two green cows are phantoms.
Zhao Pusi stared at Han Muye and said in a deep voice: "Tell me, how did you do it?"
Han Muye did not hide his secrets and recounted his insights during his practice.
Following the method he told, Zhao Pu practiced it several times before condensing the second and third green bull shadows.
Han Muye's eyes lit up when he saw three shadows behind him.
He originally felt that this Iron Bull Strength could condense more green bull shadows, but he was not sure if this was the right direction to practice, so he did not dare to deduce it any further.
After the shadow behind him dispersed, Zhao Pu looked at Han Muye.
"This Tieniu Jin seems to have a deeper cultivation method."
"I'll go back and deduce it with Master. Don't rush into practice for the time being."
After speaking, a smile appeared on his face and he said: "What is your name and where do you practice?"
Han Muye cupped his hands and said, "I am Han Muye, the sword watcher of the sword pavilion."
"Sword watcher?" Zhao Pu was stunned for a moment, and then nodded: "Okay, after I figure it out, I will go to the sword pavilion to look for you."
After saying that, he turned around and strode away.
There is no need for Han Muye's three contributions.
Han Muye smiled bitterly and shook his head.
He originally thought that Zhao Pu could give him some help, but looking at it now, there was no hope.
How could it be so easy to deduce the exercises?
Turning his head, he saw many messages asking for sword skills on the jade.
Among them is a message that often appears: "Seeking the third method of reenactment of Bibo".
It seems that this must be that Yang Shao.
But for the time being, Han Muye didn't have the heart to deduce Bibo swordsmanship for Yang Shao. He found a few messages with good prices and answered them. Then he took the bronze mask from the front desk and walked into the quiet room.
In half an hour, he earned a total of eleven merit certificates.
Then he went to pick out three body-training exercises.
Two volumes of "Five Elements Body Training Technique" and "Great Iron Armor Technique" with four hundred spirit stones.
There is also a copy of "Dual Elemental Body Forging" with five hundred spirit stones.
I found a quiet room, posted the message, and then someone came to practice the exercises.
Han Muye also asked a few questions.
The result disappointed him.
None of the three physical training methods can be achieved quickly.
Even the inner sect brother who performed Falun Dafa warned him earnestly and sincerely that his practice should be done step by step and there should be no vanity.
But in reality, how could he be allowed to practice slowly?
Back at Jiange, Huang Laoliu looked at Han Muye with a strange look.
When it was time to wash up after dinner, Han Muye looked at the reflection in the basin and was stunned for a moment.
In the reflection, he actually had a lot of white hair on his temples!
Could it be that his life is really coming to an end?
Returning to the quiet room, he began to practice the physical exercises.
From Tieniu Jin to physical training, the four techniques are constantly replaced.
He could feel the increase in physical strength.
But this cannot stop his aging.
On the contrary, because of practicing the body-training technique, he could clearly feel the rapid loss of some kind of power in his body.
"Is this because the sword intent in the air sea is too strong and the body cannot bear it, so life span is depleted?"
"Then, do you want to disperse all these sword intentions?"
Sitting cross-legged in the quiet room, Han Muye's eyes flashed.
"Perhaps there is another way?"
After pondering for a moment, Han Muye still couldn't bear to part with these sword energies.
In the world of spiritual practice, cultivation and combat power are everything.
Without the sword energy in his body, he felt uneasy.