3. Follow-up reading of the rules of the sword pavilion leading the sword)
Double cultivation?
Is it meat or vegetarian?
Pretty?
Han Muye opened his eyes, a little disappointed.
In front of him, there was only a three-foot-long sword, lying gently in front of him, the light of the sword was dim.
He sighed, turned over, and went back to sleep.
sword?
His whole body was trembling, and he jumped up, no longer feeling sleepy.
"Mr. Lang, do you want to practice dual cultivation?"
The elegant and calm voice came again.
Han Muye huddled on the wooden couch and whispered: "If I practice dual cultivation with a sword, won't I become a bitch?"
"Do you think I am a sword?" Qing Ya exclaimed in a surprised voice.
"The blade is made of black iron, and the blade is two feet eight inches long. The hilt is made of bronze with cloud patterns, and there are three intertwined blood threads."
"The sword weighs nine pounds and five taels, and the blood groove on the blade is half an inch deep."
"The sword body is forged using the Thousand Forging Condensation Hammer method, and the quenching method is——"
Han Muye's voice suddenly stopped.
A picture appeared in front of him.
The long, hardened sword was clamped with iron pliers and then slowly inserted into the heart of a girl in green.
"The girl's heart is tempered with blood. This method is not a righteous sword refining technique..."
Han Muye murmured softly.
Comprehension of the art of blood refining.
The long sword vibrated slightly, and there was a trace of sword light trembling on it, which seemed to be emotional fluctuations. 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 doing at night? Sleep." Huang Laoliu's voice came.
Han Muye, who broke out in a cold sweat, stretched out his hand and grasped the hilt of the sword in front of him.
"boom--"
In his mind, pictures unfolded.
The sword light in the hand of a young man dressed in white was like a swimming dragon, and every sword light had an exploding cold light.
On the edge of the sword, blood bloomed.
That was a life being harvested.
"Yun'er, hand over Yun'er!"
The young man roared wildly, and the sword in his hand was so fast that only an phantom remained.
He fought his way from the foot of the mountain to the top, and was finally blocked by an old man wearing linen robes.
"Haha, the eighth outer sect of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect does have some tricks."
A cold look flashed across the old man's face, and a long-handled sword lay in front of him.
"Is she the one you are looking for?"
The old man raised his hand 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.
But his figure was stopped by a short sword across the girl's neck.
"Era, hand over the sword in your hand."
"Otherwise, you can only get her body." The masked man standing next to the girl said calmly.
"Brother, go quickly -"
"Don't worry about me——"
The girl burst into tears.
"Don't you just want this Xuanyang Sword?" The young man named Ji Yuan glanced at the old man in sackcloth, then looked at the man in black in front of him and said, "Just take it."
He raised his hand and threw out the sword in his hand.
The moment he threw the long sword, the old man in sackcloth flew out and struck him in the head with the long sword in his hand.
The young man without a sword in his hand retreated step by step, and finally fell off the cliff.
Ji Yuan fell off the cliff, and the girl in green looked desperate. The masked man in black stepped forward and reached out to grab the sword thrown by Ji Yuan, with a cold look in his eyes.
"This is not Xuanyang Sword!"
"How is it possible? Without Xuanyang Sword, how could he kill Xue Linghu?" The expression on the face of the old man in sackcloth changed.
"Could it be that he really cultivated his talent in swordsmanship?"
The masked man in black snorted coldly, reached out and grabbed the girl in green and left.
The scene that follows repeats the scene of tempering a long sword with the girl's heart blood.
But what was tempered was the long sword thrown away by the Era.
This long sword that killed the demon fox was re-melted and tempered with the girl's heart blood.
This sword carries the cunningness of the demon fox and the resentment of the girl.
Therefore, this sword will suck people's energy and blood.
The scene in front of Han Muye disappeared, and a breath penetrated his body from the sword.
Different from the thin aura in the long sword during the day, this time, the aura in the long sword was thick and long, flowing continuously along the muscles and veins of his body, and finally fell silent.
He could feel subtle changes in his body, but he couldn't put it into words.
"Xuanyuan Swordsmanship, Yiye."
Closing his eyes, the sword moves swung by Ji Yuan finally freeze, and then turn into a sword move that keeps reciprocating.
This move is called Yiye.
"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 first questions arose.
When he walked out of the quiet room the next day, Huang Laoliu saw Han Muye and looked him up and down, his face full of suspicion.
"Okay, why didn't you get squeezed last night?"
The Han Muye in front of him was in high spirits and showed no sign of fatigue.
Han Muye smiled, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Sixth Brother, for helping me."
"That sword..."
"You will send the sword back later." Huang Laoliu waved his hand and muttered as he walked away: "It seems that he is also a tough man. Maybe he can stay in the sword pavilion for a long time..."
In the morning, Huang Laoliu told Han Muye to guard the Jiange while he went down the mountain to get some wine.
According to Huang Laoliu, if you don't drink some wine, you will be so noisy that you can't sleep at night.
After Huang Laoliu left, Han Muye looked at the long swords on the wooden stands, his eyes shining.
He walked over, reached out and grasped the hilt of a long sword, and drew it lightly.
Unlike yesterday, when the long sword remained motionless, the long sword was pulled out with a "cang clang" sound, and a cold light flashed on the blade.
There was a sense of intimacy coming from the sword.
This feeling is mysterious and mysterious, and it all comes from the breath that was poured into my body last night.
It seems that this breath is flowing through the body, and the sword treats itself as a relative.
"The sword is three feet and one inch long, weighs thirteen kilograms and eight taels, the blade is four inches wide and two inches thick."
"Refined by the method of thousands of times of hammering, and quenched by the water of the thousand-year cold pond."
Holding a long sword in his hand, Han Muye gently stretched out his arm.
"call out--"
When the sword edge shook, it was like a piece of green fallen leaf floating in the air, with nowhere to land and whirling around in confusion.
Before this fallen leaf, the opponent had nowhere to focus and could not capture any traces of it.
Xuanyuan Swordsmanship, Yi Ye.
This is the sword skill that Han Muye learned from the long sword last night.
"Because my comprehension level is at full level, not only can I understand this move, but I can also see through the artistic conception of this move. So I can make this move more unpredictable than in Era's hands?"
Han Muye could feel that even Ji Yuan could not use his sword.
It's a pity that I have no cultivation and no swordsmanship. If I really want to confront someone, I'm afraid that my long sword will be cut off before I reach out.
All martial arts in the world are indestructible, except speed. Without the blessing of cultivation, speed and power cannot be displayed at all.
But there is no rush to practice. You have already sneaked into the Jiuxuan Sword Sect. Are you afraid that you won’t have a chance to practice?
Sheathing the long sword, Han Muye reached out and grasped the hilt of the other sword.
One long sword was pulled out, and then he could see through all the secrets hidden in these long swords.
Unknowingly, a faint breath blended into his body.
He also understood several methods of forging swords.
These long swords are unused, and there are no traces of the sword owner's practice.
Perhaps there is something to be gained from those swords that have been used by others?
Han Muye raised his head and walked towards the wooden frame. In the morning, he had placed the sword in the room in front of it.
Around that sword, there should be long swords with signs of use.
"Disciple Jiang Han, come to the sword pavilion to receive a long sword."
Suddenly, there was a voice coming from the door of Jiange.
Disciple leads the sword?
This is one of the main businesses in Jiange.
According to Huang Laoliu, it is also the most profitable business.
Han Muye turned around and walked to the door of the pavilion, stood with his head bowed, and said calmly: "The rules of the sword pavilion are to take a shower and change clothes before taking the sword, burn incense and meditate, and eat vegetarian food for ten days."
"Get the sword——"
After a pause, he waved his hand and said, "Come in."
The disciple wearing a green robe at the foot of the stone steps spread out his hands, with three crystal clear spiritual stones in his palms.
