"Senior brother of the Outer Sect in the eighth era has been missing for a year. According to the sect's rules, except for his qualification as the top 100 of the Outer Sect, I am the 101st of the Outer Sect."
Now I have made up for it and become the 100th in the outer sect.
According to the rules of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect, those who are in front of the outer gate are eligible to receive a hundred-refined sword.
"One hundred for the outer door." Han Muye muttered and closed the registration book in front of him.
Jiuxuan Sword Sect is one of the nine sects in Western Xinjiang. It is the overlord of one side and controls hundreds of thousands of miles in radius.
A hundred people from the outer sect are nothing.
But just these 100 outer sect disciples stood out from tens of thousands of outer sect disciples, and there were nearly 100,000 servants from various halls below.
Above the outer sect, there are nearly ten thousand inner sect disciples, hundreds of elite disciples and dozens of direct descendants.
This is still the generation of disciples, and above them there are deacons, hall masters, elders and other powerful people.
Calculating this, Han Muye, who currently has no cultivation base and has a useless spiritual root, is probably at the bottom of the entire Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
"Ashamed, I was just lucky enough to get into the outer gate."
Hearing Han Muye's muttering, Jiang Han's face turned red and he spoke in a low voice.
As he spoke, he took out two more spiritual stones from his arms and placed them on the table.
He, the outer sect leader at the end of the crane, is the last of the sword-leading disciples of the sword pavilion.
Five spiritual stones were received in this moment?
Han Muye collected the spirit stones without leaving any trace.
The young man is very virtuous. Han Muye laughed, then pointed to the wooden frame in front of him and said, "Let's choose a sword."
Jiang Han finally looked happy after hearing Han Muye's words.
I have long heard that if you choose a sword in the sword pavilion and satisfy the sword watcher, you will get a good sword. If the sword watcher is not satisfied, he will even throw you a piece of scrap metal, but you have no way to explain it.
Who dares to say that the swords in the sword pavilion are broken?
Jiang Han quickly walked to the wooden frame, stretched out his hand to touch this, and then that, but did not dare to actually draw his sword.
People who practice swordsmanship pay attention to the edge of the sword.
If you pull out a sword, look at it, and then put it back, you have spoiled the sword.
I won't get close to other swords either.
Han Muye did not rush him and put the five spiritual stones in his pocket, which were very heavy and substantial.
After setting up a stall for half a year, I only earned half a spiritual stone. Now a disciple comes to receive the sword, and I earn five spiritual stones.
The job of sword watcher is really a lucrative one.
Han Muye was thinking about when he must invite Lu Gao, who helped him find this job, to drink.
Turning around to see that Jiang Han hadn't made a choice yet, he raised his hand and picked up the small hammer on the table, and struck the small copper bell with a "dang" sound.
Hearing the sound of the bell, Jiang Han sighed slightly, took a few steps back reluctantly, and picked up the sword he had been eyeing.
The bell that Han Muye rang was not only to limit the time for sword-choosing disciples, but also to protect them.
According to Huang Laoliu, these disciples who come to choose swords have all developed good sword skills and want to cultivate their own sword energy.
There are countless sword qi in the sword pavilion. If these disciples stay there for a long time, the intrusion of sword qi will disrupt their cultivation.
This is also the reason why the Sword Watchers of Jiange do not select from the disciples of the sect.
If a sword cultivator stays in the sword pavilion for a long time, his cultivation will be ruined.
Jiang Han held the long sword and handed it to Han Muye.
The sword watcher must register every sword taken away, and the swords collected must also be registered.
Taking the long sword, Han Muye held the hilt and drew it lightly.
"Canglang——"
The long sword was unsheathed, and the green light was cold and cold.
There are small inscriptions on the blade and hilt of the sword.
"Light and shadow." Jiang Han said in a low voice, a hint of joy flashed on his face.
Swords that can leave their names behind are mostly considered fine products.
"Number 395874, sword name Light and Shadow."
After registering, Han Muye paused and whispered: "The sword is three feet, five inches and seven cents long, and weighs fifteen kilograms, six taels and seven cents."
"The blade is five inches and one minute wide, and the spine is three inches and two cents thick."
…
Jiang Han looked at Han Muye in surprise.
Just by holding it, the sword watcher in front of him understood all the information about this sword of light and shadow?
When Han Muye handed the sword back, Jiang Han reached out and pulled out the sword and looked at it carefully.
Gently twisting a few sword flowers and wielding a few skilled sword moves, he felt that what Han Muye said was indeed correct.
It is said that the sword watchers of Jiange are mysterious and weird, and it seems that this is indeed the case.
Jiang Han unsheathed his long sword, held his hand towards Han Muye, turned around and walked out of the sword pavilion.
As long as he walks out of this door, the sword will be his.
"Wait a moment."
Suddenly, Han Muye's voice came from behind.
Jiang Han tightened his grip on the sword and turned to look at Han Muye nervously.
"Senior brother, are there any procedures that have not been completed?"
Five spiritual stones have been sent out and the sword has been obtained. Jiang Han feels that he will not have to deal with the sword watchers of the sword pavilion for a long time.
"I think you'd better change your sword."
Han Muye looked at Jiang Han and spoke calmly.
"Why?" Jiang Han frowned.
For an outer sect disciple, five pieces of spiritual stones are the majority of his wealth.
Spiritual stones are all necessary for daily practice, and no one wants too much.
Could it be that the sword watcher in front of me still wants to make another move?
"The sword moves you practice are not strong and powerful. This sword is a bit heavy for you."
Han Muye sat in front of the long desk, tapping his fingers lightly on the table.
It's heavy?
Holding the long sword in his hand, Jiang Han felt it slightly, and the expression on his face changed.
A sword that cannot be taken advantage of is a matter of life and death for a swordsman.
If Han Muye hadn't pointed it out, he really wouldn't have cared. This sword was a bit heavier for him.
When I weigh it in my hands, it feels a little heavy.
"Also, given your height and long arms, the sword you use should be three feet and one inch. This sword is too long."
Longer!
Holding the sword tightly, Jiang Han's palms trembled slightly.
No wonder the movements were slightly deformed when she sheathed the sword just now.
Originally, he just thought it was because the sword didn't get along well with him.
He recalled what the swordsman from the outer sect said when he first entered the Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
The sword is the second life of the person who practices the sword, and he must live with it.
Only by knowing your own sword can you live a long life.
He thought that he had been practicing swordsmanship for several years and was in the top 100 of the outer sect. He was full of confidence and was a man who knew how to sword.
But when Han Muye reminded him with a few words, he was covered in cold sweat.
I am like a fool and don’t understand anything!
Reaching out and taking out the remaining five spirit stones in his pocket, Jiang Han bowed to Han Muye: "Please teach me, senior brother!"
Stupid is a bit stupid, but he is quite wise.
Han Muye put away the five spiritual stones and then pointed to the wooden frame in front of him.
"Third row, seventh handle, Qinghe."
Jiang Han hurriedly walked over, put the light and shadow sword back to its place, then found the third row and reached out to hold the seventh sword.
"The sword is three feet and one inch long, weighs ten kilograms, three taels and five cents. It has two blood grooves on both sides of the sword. It screams when you swing the sword. It is perfect for your sword moves."
Han Muye's voice came, and Jiang Han slowly drew his sword.
Holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, he felt as if his energy and blood were connected to it.
No need to look, this sword is what you want!
"Your sword technique mainly attacks the opponent's chest, abdomen and neck. When you draw the sword, you need to be three points faster. When you retract the sword, you can't go straight, you have to stretch it."
"Also, remember, when you draw the sword, you will have the habit of pressing the hilt with your thumb. This is very fatal."
Han Muye leaned back on the big chair and said calmly: "This is considered a bonus."
Jiang Han held his sword tightly, bowed to Han Muye, and gently exited the sword pavilion.
After retreating to the bottom of the nine steps, he straightened up, breathed a long sigh of relief, squinted his eyes, and looked at the shining word "Jiange" above his head.
"The ten spiritual stones today are really worth spending."
Jiang Han's eyes were filled with light, and his face was full of surprise.
"None of the senior fellow disciples in the inner sect could tell the flaws in my sword moves, but this sword watcher saw through them at a glance."
"I have always felt that my sword draw was not smooth, but I couldn't find the reason. It turned out that when I drew the sword, I made the wrong gesture."
Turning around and striding away, Jiang Han felt an indescribable fighting spirit rising in his body.
"Retreat and practice diligently, get rid of the shortcomings, and I have the confidence to step into the outer gate within eighty years!"
In the sword pavilion, Han Muye closed his eyes slightly, and there were sword lights flowing in his mind.
The sword wielder still looks like Jiang Han, but the sword light is many times more powerful.
"Xuanyuan Swordsmanship, Dumu."
After understanding another sword move, Han Muye's lips slightly raised.
He liked the job of being a sword watcher very much.