Han Muye watched Zhao Youzhi practice a set of sword skills, and then pondered slightly.
Zhao Youzhi's swordsmanship is very good, and he holds the sword with both hands and is full of strength.
Swordsmanship of the earth and stone lineage, Erxuan, Kaishan.
After finishing the swordsmanship, Zhao Youzhi stood there nervously.
At this moment, he seemed to be facing the inspection of the elders in the sect.
"Junior Brother Zhao." Han Muye felt that he had to be more assertive and call himself senior brother to appear more authoritative.
"Senior Brother Han, please speak." Zhao Youzhi took a deep breath and spoke.
The other inner disciples also pricked up their ears.
The two new arrivals were even more curious, staring at Han Muye who looked a little distracted.
What kind of guidance can one get in exchange for a piece of meritorious deeds?
"Junior Brother Zhao, are you left-handed?" Han Muye asked calmly.
left handed?
Zhao Youzhi himself, as well as several familiar inner disciples behind him, were slightly startled, and then they all shook their heads.
"Senior Brother Zhao is not left-handed." An inner disciple spoke in a low voice, with some disappointment in his voice.
Could it be that Senior Brother Han was good enough when he was instructing the outer disciples, but he lacked the eyesight when facing the inner disciples?
Huang Laoliu twitched the corner of his mouth and turned to look at Han Muye.
No way, this business just opened, not a good start, but a bad start?
Zhao Youzhi cupped his hands towards Xu Chengyi and said: "Senior Brother Han, although I hold swords in both hands, I am not——"
When he said this, he paused.
Then he froze there, and the look on his face began to change.
The inner disciples behind him all looked at him, what happened to Senior Brother Zhao?
"I remembered that when I was very young, I was indeed more flexible with my left hand. Then, when I was seven or eight years old, my parents forced me to change it."
Zhao Youzhi raised his head and looked at Han Muye, with deep admiration in his eyes: "If my senior brother hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten that I was left-handed."
After he finished speaking, silence fell on the first floor of the sword pavilion.
The inner disciple who had previously doubted Han Muye's eyesight turned red in the face.
Huang Laoliu opened his mouth, missing a big tooth, and laughed silently.
This Han guy is so awesome, he can even tell the habits he has changed.
The eyes of the two new inner disciples who arrived today were shining with anticipation.
Han Muye gently placed his fingers on the table, pondered for a moment, and looked at Zhao Youzhi.
"Junior Brother Zhao, have you ever thought about changing your sword skills?"
Change sword skills?
Zhao Youzhi has been completely confused.
What's wrong with you?
Many questions?
"Your swordsmanship is good and your foundation is very solid."
"For this set of swordsmanship, just modify a few small details."
Fortunately, Han Muye didn't leave him confused for long before he spoke again.
"But I think if you don't practice the steady swordsmanship of the Tumu lineage and switch to left-handed swordsmanship, you might get unexpected surprises."
Repair the left-hand sword.
Senior Brother Han means that if you cultivate your left-hand sword by yourself, you may be more powerful in combat.
Zhao Youzhi was silent for a while, then shook his head and said: "Brother, I think swordsmen should be upright. I like this kind of swordsmanship."
Han Muye nodded.
This Zhao Youzhi is actually a good person with a good nature.
"Fifteenth row, number 9526, golden lion."
"The sword is three feet eight inches long and weighs thirty-one pounds."
Spreading the book in front of him, Han Muye recorded it directly.
Zhao Youzhi walked over and found the long sword, and his face suddenly became happy.
The sword looks thick and solid, and is steady in the hand. It is exactly what I wanted a sword to look like.
Han Muye gave Zhao Youzhi a few words and pointed out the direction of improvement in his swordsmanship. Finally, he said: "If you want to change the sword at any time, you can come again."
Change swords?
Holding the golden lion sword, Zhao Youzhi grinned.
This sword will never be replaced.
In less than half an hour, Zhao Youzhi and the eight of them had all chosen their swords.
"Okay, you can leave. This Jiange is not a place where you can stay for a long time."
Han Muye waved his hands, leaned on the big chair and said.
Zhao Youzhi and the others looked at each other and bowed.
"Senior Brother Han, when we return from our mission, I'll treat you and Brother Six to have a drink." After Zhao Youzhi finished speaking, he turned around and left.
Others followed.
"Brothers, it's a good trip, it's a good trip..." Lu Gao's sincere shout came from the door.
In the sword pavilion, Han Muye stood up, took the linen cloth, and went to clean the sword.
It's time to collect sword energy.
This time, he collected 2,500 sword energy and poured it into other swords again.
Collecting sword energy and learning sword skills at the same time, Han Muye never tired of this process.
Huang Laoliu, who was sitting far away, looked at Han Muye's energetic expression and turned his head with his teeth bared.
He didn't want to seek abuse with Han Muye.
In the afternoon, three more sword-leading disciples came, one from the inner sect and two from the outer sect.
Maybe it was because Han Muye's reputation hadn't spread, but these three were quite decent when wielding swords. Even if Huang Laoliu explicitly hinted at it, they still weren't up to the mark.
Not a hair is pulled out.
In the next two days, Han Muye continued to clean his sword, collect sword energy, infuse sword energy, and then mastered a few sword skills.
But Huang Laoliu was bored just sitting there.
For two days, not even a dog came to Jiange.
At the door, Lu Gao began to take a nap again.
"Hey, is my Jiange a place for leisure people?"
"Go home if you want to sleep."
Huang Laoliu clasped his hands behind his back, stared at Lu Gao blowing his beard, and then walked out angrily.
"Where are you going, Brother Six?" Lu Gao was not annoyed and shouted after him.
The income of eight spiritual stones has made him fall in love with the job of being the gatekeeper of Jiange.
Gatekeeper, this is the title he gave himself.
"I'm bored, let's go and have a look." Huang Laoliu replied angrily and left straight away.
"Then I will go to the cafeteria to serve you food later." Lu Gao shouted after him.
"Choose the rotten braised pork." Huang Laoliu paused, then walked away with his back bent.
Hearing the conversation between the two, Han Muye, who was cleaning his sword, smiled and shook his head.
Huang Laoliu and his Guanjian Guanrenda business went bankrupt before it officially opened.
No one came for two days, and there was a freeloader at the door. Of course Huang Laoliu was depressed.
"Brother Lu, help me go to Suzhen Tower and bring these medicinal materials."
Han Muye walked to the door and handed a piece of paper to Lu Gao.
This is a list of the medicinal materials needed to refine Yunqi Pill.
The Yunqi Pill in his body has been exhausted in the past few days and needs to be refined.
Those sword qi are big users of spiritual qi.
Lu Gao took the list and said, "Senior Brother Han, don't worry, I will definitely take care of this matter."
While Lu Gao went to get the medicinal materials, Han Muye sat down in front of the long desk and narrowed his eyes slightly, familiarizing himself with the swordsmanship he had just learned over and over again in his mind.
Swordsmanship can only be improved by regular practice.
"anyone there?"
"I'll return the sword."
Suddenly, there was a voice coming from the door of Jiange.
Return the sword?
Who else has fallen?
Han Muye raised his eyes and saw a young man wearing a white robe of an inner disciple, with a calm face, walking towards the sword pavilion holding a long sword in both hands.
"The rules of the sword pavilion are that no one can enter without holding a sword."
"Do you not know the rules, or are you not a disciple of my Jiuxuan Sword Sect at all?"
Han Muye stood up and spoke calmly.
The white-robed disciple was shaken all over. He paused in his protruding steps, slowly retracted his steps, and stood at the door holding the sword in both hands.
"Senior Brother Su Yang, an inner disciple, has died. I am here to bring him his sword."
Su Yang!
That sword!
Han Muye's mind instantly showed the appearance of the sword thrust into the heart of the woman in green, as well as the appearance of the eighth era of the outer gate falling off the cliff.
era?
Looking up, Han Muye was slightly shaken.
The face of the man holding the sword in front of him is very similar to Ji Yuan!
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