Comprehensive Comprehension: Sixty Years of Observing Swords in Jiange 240, Re-cultivate the Nine-Yang Skill and Rediscover Opportunities (1/2 5,000-word chapter)
240, Re-cultivate the Nine-Yang Skill and Rediscover Opportunities (1/2 5,000-word chapter)
The red sun rises, and the purple air comes from the east.
There is a method of visualization when practicing Qigong.
It is said that there is no way to practice in the world. In ancient times, human beings observed the scenes of heaven and earth, understood the way of heaven and earth, and achieved the way of practice.
This method is the method of visualization.
The method of visualization is not only used in the inheritance of the human race and the demon race. The continuation of the power of blood is also confirmed by the method of visualization.
The bones, scales, and even a drop of blood of the ancient demon can inspire future generations to visualize and comprehend.
At this time, Han Muye's veins and veins were filled with fiery red spiritual energy, his Dantian was rolling like waves, and in his mind, he could see the scene of the rising sun.
Chuyang is gentle and vigorous.
Shaoyang is warm and full of vitality.
Han Muye could never have imagined the brutal Nine Suns cultivation method and such an intoxicating state without realizing it all over again.
Warm and genial, like a spring breeze.
This is spiritual practice!
Fairy Spirit Root, Nine Yang Kung, Fire Marrow Spirit Crystal.
The Immortal Spiritual Root that is unique among millions of people, the Nine-Yang Technique inherited from ancient sects, the Fire Marrow Spiritual Crystal that is so valuable that even half a step into the heavens regards it as a treasure.
Each of these three items is extremely rare and precious.
At this time, these precious things were combined to form the foundation of Han Muye's supreme practice.
Bathed in the red cocoon of light, Han Muye even relaxed his soul.
In the divine treasure, the Haoran Qi slowly consumed the demon's divine soul, and then converged into Han Muye's divine soul sword energy.
Drowsy, as if returning to chaos.
Han Muye had just ended his practice when there was a sound in the divine treasure and the seventh divine soul sword took shape.
When I opened my eyes, the red light cocoon had disappeared.
Take a breath, and a hot air comes out.
Jinyang Gong.
Build a foundation.
Chuyang condenses the essence, and Shaoyang condenses the qi.
Jinyang Gong creates the foundation of the great road.
At this time, a golden cloud platform appeared in Han Muye's dantian.
The spiritual light on the golden cloud platform flashed, and the first layer was filled with golden and red spiritual energy.
The thickness of this spiritual energy has already become crystallized.
A trace of such rich spiritual energy can be worth a large amount absorbed by practitioners of the same level.
On the nine-story cloud platform, five sword intentions occupy the highest point.
Around the sword intention, the spiritual light of the four sword pills converged and floated quietly.
The spiritual energy in Dantian is surging, and the sword intention in the sea of energy is also much stronger.
The sword intentions that turned into sword threads each occupied one side and did not interfere with each other. They were all constantly absorbing the sword energy floating around them.
In the divine treasure, seven swords of divine souls rotate gently around the alienated mortal curse.
The entire divine treasure is filled with awe-inspiring aura, dyeing the divine treasure golden.
"You have been in seclusion for more than a month."
Daoist Daoyan's bored voice came.
It takes one month to complete the first level of foundation building. Who dares to imagine such a speed of cultivation?
Even if it is rebuilt, the speed is astonishing.
It is indeed a fairy root, so powerful!
Standing up, Han Muye's body emitted a sharp sword energy.
But in an instant, all the power was restrained.
After practicing Confucianism and Taoism, his movements were full of the charm of returning to nature.
Looking at Han Muye's appearance, Taoist Dayan opened his mouth and whispered: "How come this guy has become the most annoying thing for Sword Master Yuan Tian?"
With all his strength restrained, Han Muye looked like a mortal to outsiders.
He turned to look at the Daoyuan Cauldron placed not far away, stretched out his hand, and brought the Alchemy Cauldron into his palm.
A spiritual fire rose.
A flash of spiritual light flashed, and a golden lotus seed and various elixirs were thrown into the alchemy cauldron.
This time, he did not refine the Nine Turns Pill.
If this Cloud Lotus Pill was not meant to stimulate the Immortal Spiritual Root, there would be absolutely no need to refine it into the ninth level.
Within a moment, seven pale yellow Cloud Lotus Pills with three spiritual patterns appeared in the pill cauldron.
Three spiritual patterns are enough to improve the third-grade qualification.
However, if the qualification is level three, this elixir can only be upgraded by one level.
When you reach the second level of qualifications and above, this elixir is ineffective. Only the Nine Turns Cloud Lotus Pill can improve the qualifications of second level and above.
It was understood at the beginning that the monk's statement that the Nine Turns Cloud Lotus Pill could be raised to the level of the Immortal Spiritual Root was wrong.
Han Muye swallowed six Nine-Turn Cloud Lotus Pills, the first of which directly upgraded his cultivation qualifications to the second level.
It took the next five stars to make his cultivation qualifications surpass the first level and achieve immortal spiritual roots.
Of course, it’s normal for such secrets to remain unknown to the public.
Without personal experience, who can understand the secrets?
Putting away the seven pills, turning the Daoyuan Cauldron into a black bead and hiding it in his arms, Han Muye put away the formation plate, dispersed the formations in the sword pavilion, and walked down the stairs.
On the first floor, only Yang Mingxuan was there.
Liu Hong has already gone to Cao's house to participate in the sword tasting meeting.
Jiang Ming went down the mountain to deal with the business affairs. He has been running back and forth these days.
Even Lin Shen helped Jiang Ming to move various supplies with Kong Chaode and others at the foot of the mountain.
Yang Mingxuan was responsible for receiving and delivering the sword while wiping the sword.
In the sword pavilion, sword energy filled the air.
"Senior Brother Han, you are out of seclusion." Seeing Han Muye coming downstairs, Yang Mingxuan stepped forward and whispered: "Shopkeeper Bai from Suzhen Building has come to inquire several times, and Mushen City has sent some pills and Miraculous medicine.”
Yang Mingxuan took out the wooden box placed under the long desk and handed it to Han Muye.
Mushen City?
Opening the wooden box, Han Muye was a little surprised by what was inside.
Not only were a few healing potions refined by the ancestors of the Mu family in Mushen City and the Peony Fairy, but there was also a small bag.
The bag contains the immortal Yunqi Pill.
Eighty in total.
Eighty immortal-grade Yunqi Pills, which can be refined in Western Xinjiang, excluding Han Muye, is Mu Wan.
Holding the small bag in his hand, Han Muye chuckled lightly,
It seems that Mu Wan asked the Mu family to hand it over to her.
Knowing that his cultivation level was depleted, he specially gave himself so many Immortal Cloud Qi Pills.
This money-obsessed little girl took out so many Yunqi Pills, I'm afraid it hurt her body.
Putting away the small bag, Han Muye handed the other pills in the wooden box to Yang Mingxuan.
"Send it to the Alchemy Hall and give it to me in exchange for spiritual stones."
He can't use these elixirs, so he might as well replace them with spiritual stones.
Recently, all the spiritual stones on his body have been exhausted.
Da Tou spent his time in the Fire Source Realm and exchanged it for a semi-spiritual weapon-level long sword.
The rest is used for practice.
Han Muye still has a lot of fire marrow stones and fire marrow crystals on his body, but these are relatively precious spiritual materials, so save them when you can.
Yang Mingxuan took the wooden box and went to the Alchemy Hall.
Han Muye was sitting in front of the long desk, looking through previous records.
For such a long time, there have been many swords in the sword pavilion.
After flipping through all the books, Han Muye stood up and went to the wooden stand. Following the records in the book, he searched for all the new swords in the pavilion.
Most of these swords are newly-refined long swords. The remaining ones are swords returned by disciples who died and some were obtained from several battlefields.
From these swords, Han Muye saw some scenes of battlefields in Western Xinjiang.
Although the disputes between the Southern Wilderness and the Western Border were reconciled, random battles still occurred between low-level practitioners.
Over at Fengshou Mountain, many disciples of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect are still fighting against the demon clan.
This is not only to hone one's own combat power, but also to resist the erosion of the demon clan.
Since the beginning of the peace negotiation, many major tribes in the Southern Wilderness have sent people to understand the situation in Western Xinjiang first.
The task of these disciples of various sects stationed at the border is to intercept and kill these demon clans that secretly cross the border.
Among the disciples of the Jiu Xuan Sword Sect, He Xuan Qi, who wields two swords, is powerful in battle and becomes the new Yuan Mu Qiu Yu.
There are also people like Song Qi, Qi Shisan, etc., who can all run rampant.
But this time, these elite juniors were all recruited back.
It should be for the secret realm of the Fire Source Realm.
After wiping all the swords, Han Muye turned and walked towards the entrance of the sword pavilion.
There was a voice coming from the door of Jiange.
"Outer disciple He Hongsen comes to receive the sword."
Han Muye walked to the door of Jiange and saw a young man of about 20 years old standing in front of the stone steps, bowing and holding his hands.
"The rules of the Sword Pavilion require you to take a bath, burn incense, and meditate to hold a sword. Can you do that?"
Han Muye put his hands behind his back and spoke calmly.
The young man at the foot of the stone steps was stunned. He looked up and saw Han Muye. He was stunned for a moment, and then shouted in surprise: "Han, Elder Han!"
Han Muye's expression remained unchanged as he looked at him.
The young man named He Hongsen reacted, his face turned red, he held out a few spiritual stones in his hands, and stammered: "Hui, what the elder said, I, I know the rules of the sword pavilion."
Han Muye's eyes fell on the spiritual stones. He was silent for a moment and then said, "Are you the first hundred of the outer sect?"
He Hongsen nodded: "I am the ninety-third of the outer sect."
Outer door ninety-three.
At the beginning, Jiang Han, who was in front of the outer sect, was leading the sword in the sword pavilion. Under the guidance of Han Muye, his cultivation and combat power increased rapidly.
In the outer sect, the legend about Elder Han has become somewhat magical.
Anyone who can get the guidance of Elder Han can soar into the sky.
He Hongsen raised his head and looked at Han Muye, his eyes full of expectation.
Han Muye reached out and took the spirit stone in He Hongsen's hand, and then said: "Practice a set of your best swordsmanship, and I will see what kind of sword is suitable for you."
Hearing Han Muye's words, He Hongsen's face showed surprise. He nodded hurriedly, then took out the Fantie Qingfeng carried on his back and began to wave it.
The sword light swayed in front of the stone steps, reflecting the sunlight and shining brightly.
Standing on the stone steps, Han Muye looked at the sword light in front of me and felt the fit between his body and the earth.
This is a feeling of flesh and blood. At this time, no matter what kind of power falls on him, it will be transferred to the earth.
Unless this force exceeds the maximum limit that the earth can withstand in an instant.
Such power is impossible in this world.
"Buzz——"
He Hongsen held his long sword in place, then slowly retracted it and bowed towards Han Muye.
"The swordsmanship of golden veins."
Han Muye nodded.
There are many masters of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect’s golden veins.
But after the death of Supreme Elder Lu Hao, this lineage became much quieter.
After all, there is no strong person in charge.
"The swordsmanship you chose is good. Pull the thread, use the sword as the needle, the sword light as the thread, and weave the sword net."
Han Muye raised his hand, and the sword in He Hongsen's hand fell into Han Muye's palm.
"To practice this swordsmanship to the extreme, you need to understand the principles of Golden Vein Swordsmanship."
Holding a long sword in his hand, Han Muye saw a stream of spiritual light flowing in front of him.
This is the distribution of spiritual energy in front of him at this time.
Some of these spiritual energies are floating, some are silent, some places have more, some have less.
Among them, there is a trace of golden halo, which is the aura of the golden veins.
The metal is heavy and not very turbulent.
Han Muye raised his hand, and the long sword in his hand revealed a faint sword aura. The sword light did not have a fixed sword move, it just rubbed against the metallic aura floating in the void to mobilize it.
"Buzz——"
There was a faint flash of spiritual light on the sword.
The originally clear long sword was dyed with a layer of gold.
"Stab-"
The long sword swept across, bringing out a golden thread.
He Hongsen stared at the golden thread with wide eyes.
This is the power that moves heaven and earth, turned into sword thread.
This sword thread is between sword intention and sword energy, and contains the enlightenment of swordsmanship.
Han Muye let go of his hand, and the sword silk on the long sword shook and melted into the long sword, forming a golden thread just above the blood groove.
"When will you wear away the gold threads on this sword, and when will you come back to receive the sword?"
Throwing the long sword back, Han Muye spoke softly.
Holding the long sword thrown back tightly, He Hongsen nodded heavily, with a bright look in his eyes.
He could only understand a little bit of Han Muye's sword strike just now.
But at this point, he already felt that he had gained a lot.
With this sword, as long as he understands it thoroughly, he will have a chance to condense the sword intention!
Elder Han of Jiange pointed out that it was a chance, and it was indeed true!
Taking a deep breath, He Hongsen bowed and said solemnly: "Thank you, Elder Han, for your guidance. He Hongsen will definitely live up to the high expectations."
After saying that, he sheathed the sword, took a few steps back, turned and left.
Looking at He Hongsen striding away, Han Muye felt a little emotional.
After all, it is better to be young and energetic.
But think about it, I am not old either. Although I have a few gray hairs on my temples, my actual age is still very young.
I haven’t found a Taoist companion yet.
"Elder Han, your swordsmanship has become more advanced again." In front of the sword pavilion, Bai Suzhen in a pink dress came over with a smile on her face.
Stepping forward, Bai Suzhen frowned slightly and said, "Senior Brother Han, has your cultivation not recovered yet?"
With the suppression of Haoran Qi, no one can see through Han Muye's cultivation unless he is the kind of powerful person in the heaven who can sense the power of heaven.
At this time, in Bai Suzhen's view, Han Muye only had a faint aura on his body.
This kind of thin spiritual energy is probably just like the first stage of cultivation.
In fact, this was not Han Muye's deliberate move. This trace of aura was the inherent effect of the fairy root in absorbing the aura around him.
Approximately, the fairy spirit root is the full level of spiritual energy affinity.
"Don't worry, Shopkeeper Bai, my alchemy is not related to my cultivation level." Han Muye said with a calm expression on his face.
Bai Suzhen's face froze slightly, then she smiled and nodded.
"Senior Brother Han, I have recently saved some elixirs. Is it possible to refine them into elixirs?" Bai Suzhen whispered: "What is in short supply in Western Xinjiang now is the best elixirs."
All sects in Western Xinjiang are working hard to improve their own strength. Now they can't wait to take out the spiritual stones at the bottom of the box and replace them with various pills to improve their cultivation.
All the elixirs that Bai Su had previously treasured had already been snapped up.
Otherwise, she wouldn't be in a hurry to come to Jiange often.
Jiang Ming can also make elixirs, but can high-quality elixirs be compared with the best immortal products?
Those elders of the sect would rather pay several times the price for top-quality pills than get high-quality pills.
After all, if the potency of the medicine is slightly different, the impact on subsequent improvement in cultivation will be completely different.
Jiu Xuan Sword Sect's Xu Mai Dan has become extremely popular recently, and is sought after by various sects. Sun Ce, the elder of the Alchemy Hall, had his beard burnt several times. Isn't it just that Jiu Xuan Sword Sect's Xu Mai Dan is better than other sects?
The Void Vein Pill launched by Fengling Sword Sect is said to be perfect, and its medicinal power is several times stronger than the Jiuxuan Void Vein Pill.
But its price and effectiveness are completely defeated by Jiuxuan Xumai Pill.
The Jiu Xuan Xu Vein Pill, which sells for more than 100,000 pieces, has almost taken away the entire business of Xu Vein Pill in Western Xinjiang.
Hearing that Bai Suzhen asked him to refine the elixir, Han Muye nodded and said, "Shopkeeper Bai gave me the elixir. I can refine the elixir during my retreat."
These elixirs can not only be exchanged for spiritual stones, but can also replenish Han Muye's own insufficient elixir reserves.
Bai Suzhen did not take out the elixir, but looked at Han Muye, remained silent for a moment, and whispered: "Senior Brother Han, if your cultivation is difficult to recover, are you willing to follow me to Shangyang Demon Sect?"
Go to Shangyang Demon Sect?
Was it the Demon Sect leader who summoned Bai Suzhen back?
Han Muye looked at Bai Suzhen with a smile and said, "Shopkeeper Bai, are you going to let me do long-term work for you?"
Bai Suzhen said hurriedly: "No, I..."
Han Muye laughed and shook his head: "I appreciate your kindness."
"As the guardian elder of Jiange, how could I leave Jiuxuan Mountain?"
Bai Suzhen must have good intentions, after all, Shangyang Demon Sect is now more powerful than Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
Moreover, Li Mubai was the number one demon cultivator in Western Xinjiang, so he might be able to help Han Muye, who was unable to cultivate again, to practice.
But Han Muye will not leave Jiuxuan Mountain.
The sword pavilion is the foundation of his practice.
Without the countless long swords in the sword pavilion to warm and nourish the sword energy, he didn't know how long it would take him to accumulate the supreme sword energy.
If you don't have enough sword power to support you, how can you catch up with the ancient swordsman master Yuan Tianjian?
In Han Mu's ambition, his goal was the great swordsman monk who was rampant in the western frontier and even the whole world.
Those heavenly realms in Western Xinjiang are not in his eyes.
"I understand." Bai Suzhen said softly without raising her head, "I'll order someone to deliver the elixir."
After saying that, she turned around, her body flashed, and she floated away like a cloud.
Han Muye shook his head.
This rich woman has something wrong with her thoughts.
Fortunately, Han Muye didn't have any other ideas, and practicing peacefully in the sword pavilion was the right way.
Turning back to the sword pavilion, Han Muye walked to the wooden frame and reached out to hold a long sword.
The sword energy was poured into the sword body, and a picture came from the long sword.
After waiting for the sword temperature to recover, he held the long sword and pondered.
Just now, when he was instructing He Hongsen in swordsmanship, Han Mu had an idea in mind.
There are countless swords hidden in the sword pavilion, and the disciples who come to receive the swords only rely on chance to get a good sword.
It is impossible for Han Muye to choose a sword for every disciple who comes to receive a sword.
Gao Changgong, who was in charge of Jiange at the beginning, chose to let it go.
Whoever gets a suitable sword is lucky.
If the sword you choose is not suitable, it means you are not lucky enough.
But Han Muye felt that he could do better than Gao Changgong.
When this Jiange elder who was living a soft life in Southern Wasteland comes back, I will make him speechless.
With a chuckle, Han Muye took out a blank jade slip in his hand, held a long sword in one hand, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes.
On his body, a sword energy turned into a shadow, and the sword in the shadow's hand danced, reflecting a set of sword skills.
There are also lines of writing on the jade slip.
"Jiawu District, Sword No. 5846 Sanlin, the sword is three feet and one inch long, weighs ten pounds and eight coins, the blade is one inch wide, the spine is one minute thick, and the blade is made of wood and round steel."
"This sword is suitable for disciples who are eight feet tall and whose cultivation is from the first level of Qi Condensation to the third level of Foundation Establishment. It is equipped with sword skills such as broken wood, green leaves, and five flowers like snow."
"Buzz——"
The handwriting froze, and the shadow of the sword energy around Han Muye also fell on the sword.