5. I am a swordsman who is invincible at the same level.
At noon, Huang Laoliu came back smelling of alcohol and holding a gourd that could hold three kilograms of wine.
As soon as he entered the sword pavilion gate, he scurried to the front of the long case, his figure was extremely strong.
On the long table, there are three spiritual stones.
Reaching out to touch and wipe the spirit stone, Huang Laoliu opened his mouth and said, "Young man Han, you can do it. After all the time it took to come to Jiange, the spirit stone has already been collected."
As he spoke, he stuffed one spiritual stone into his arms and pushed the other two in front of Han Muye.
The unwritten rules of the sword pavilion are that when there are benefits, the sword watchers divide the accounts into three or seven.
At present, there are only two people here, Han Muye and Huang Laoliu. Han Muye collected ten spiritual stones and gave three to Huang Laoliu.
"Keep it, you'll need it soon."
Hearing his words, Han Muye smiled and shook his head and said, "This is all yours, Brother Six, and I have already taken my share."
Received?
Aren't all the three pieces on the table?
"Ten spirit stones? Which one is being taken advantage of?" Huang Laoliu stared at Han Muye with his eyes widened, and lowered his voice: "It's not an elder, heir, inner sect elite, it's not easy to get the spirit stones from these people."
Huang Laoliu had told Han Muye about the rules of the Jiange before. It was okay to point out the advantages casually, but one must be discerning.
Not to mention the elders in the sect, the direct disciples of the Jianmen sect and the elite disciples in the inner sect all have a bright future. If you knock these people's spiritual stones, you may not know when they will become prosperous, and they will hinder you.
Although most sword watchers don't live long, they can live longer if they don't, but they will be settled by the Queen of Autumn.
Hearing Huang Laoliu's words, Han Muye smiled and waved his hand, spreading the book in front of him: "One hundred from the outer gate, Jiang Han."
"A hundred for the outer door? You can scrape off ten spiritual stones from a guy like this..." Huang Laoliu collected all the spiritual stones on the table, muttered a few times, and then carried the wine gourd into his hut.
When he reached the door, he turned around and said, "I'll come to guard the sword pavilion in the afternoon. You can go to the door and see something."
Having said this, he paused and said: "With seven pieces of spiritual stone, you can go to the Alchemy Hall to buy two solid pills."
"This elixir can make your muscles and bones strong, and you can survive for a few more days under the erosion of sword energy."
"Okay, thank you Sixth Brother." Han Muye smiled and held his hand.
Seeing Huang Laoliu shaking his head and walking away, Han Muye didn't know whether he really cared about him or whether he wanted to guard the sword pavilion in the afternoon and see if he could catch a fat sheep or two.
But being able to get out of the sword pavilion was exactly what Han Muye wanted.
He sneaked into Jiuxuan Sword Sect not really to hang around in the sword pavilion and wait for death.
After lunch at the nearest canteen, Han Muye did not return to Jiange.
There are hundreds of thousands of people up and down the Jiuxuan Sword Sect. The Jiuxuan Mountain stretches for hundreds of miles and is divided into areas. There are thousands of canteens for disciples to eat.
Nearly 100,000 servants are here to take care of the daily life of the disciples.
Han Muye did not go to the alchemy hall that Huang Laoliu mentioned immediately. Instead, he inquired along the way and came across the transfer hall where new disciples practice.
The disciples of the outer sect do not have their own masters, and they all practice in the transfer halls everywhere. After three years, those with outstanding qualifications can enter the inner sect.
Of course, three years is the shortest term, and the longest term is ten to eight years in the outer sect, or even being a disciple of the Tsing Yi outer sect for a lifetime.
When Han Muye arrived at the Chuan Gong Hall, there were already young disciples in groups of three or three practicing martial arts and polishing their muscles.
On the bluestone square that is a hundred feet in diameter, there are all kinds of stone locks, iron chains, and long and short weapons.
Not all disciples of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect learn swordsmanship, and other weapons are not allowed.
Han Muye glanced at these disciples and shook his head slightly.
pulpy.
If your moves are bad, your learning will be even worse.
He has no interest in this kind of thing.
"Here comes Coach Lin!"
After only half a turn, there was a noise from the square, and a big man in gray robe strode over.
This big man was wearing gray military uniform, with a bronze complexion, thick hands and feet, and a big sword on his back.
He walked straight to the stone steps of Qingshi Square and sat down. A group of new disciples hurriedly sat cross-legged in front of him, holding their chests and backs straight, without squinting their eyes.
Han Muye found a place to the side and sat down.
"Yesterday I taught you the basics of boxing and kicking. You should practice diligently and strengthen your muscles and bones. Today, Instructor Japan will teach you a sword technique."
When they heard that the swordsmanship was going to be taught, the eyes of everyone sitting cross-legged lit up.
Isn’t it just to learn swordsmanship when you come to Jiuxuan Sword Sect?
Han Muye also sat upright slightly.
"Ahem, before I teach you swordsmanship, I first need to introduce you to the inheritance of my Jiuxuan Sword Sect."
With a slight cough, Coach Lin straightened his body with a solemn expression.
Han Muye knew that this was an inevitable process for all sects to teach their skills.
The shaping of ideology, the cohesion of the sect's sense of honor, and the cultivation of collective consciousness are more important things than teaching swordsmanship.
Otherwise, no matter how good the skills taught are, what will happen if all the teachers have white-eyed wolves?
Instructor Lin's voice was loud and impassioned as he introduced the glorious achievements of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect, which almost made the disciples below scream.
Not to mention, from what Han Muye heard, the Jiuxuan Sword Sect was really awesome.
Among the top nine sects in the Western Border of Tianxuan World, among the four top kendo sects in Western Border, the Jiuxuan Sword Sect ranks third, not at the bottom.
There are countless sects in Western Xinjiang, and being able to become the top sect among them shows their strength.
Cultivation in the world is divided into three realms and nine realms of heaven, the human realm, the earth realm, and the heaven realm. Within each realm, there are three smaller realms of practice.
Among the Jiuxuan Sword Sect, there are several strong men who have stepped into the heavenly realm.
"Do you think swordsmanship practitioners are the same as ordinary martial arts practitioners?"
Instructor Lin's face was full of arrogance. He looked around and shouted loudly: "I am a swordsman who is invincible at the same level -"
Invincible at the same level!
Such heroic words really made a group of new disciples excited. They wished they could learn sword moves now and become invincible at the same level.
"The masters of swordsmanship in our Jiuxuan Sword Sect are all able to defeat many with one person and are respected as Sword Immortals."
The stout instructor Lin spread his legs and stood on the stone steps, raising his head proudly.
"Of course, swordsmanship is also one of the most difficult practices in the world."
Slowly pulling out the long sword from behind, there seemed to be a strange aura flowing around Coach Lin's body.
"The swordsmanship of our Jiuxuan Sword Sect is divided into five elements. Each inheritance starts from Xuanyuan Swordsmanship and goes straight to Zhen Sect Jiuxuan, with a total of ten levels."
"Today, I will teach you a move, Xuanyuan Sword Technique, to crack rocks!"
After the words fell, the sword was raised high and struck down heavily.
"boom--"
The stone railing in front of the Bluestone Square cracked and split into two!
The gravel was flying, and the new disciples sitting in front were so frightened that they rolled and crawled and fled in a hurry.
Coach Lin laughed loudly and raised his sword horizontally, turning the hilt upside down and facing forward.
"Do you understand?"
"Who will demonstrate it again?"
clear?
Demo?
The disciples all over the place shook their heads.
I was just watching the performance, so I couldn't understand how the sword was struck.
Han Muye felt that he could use this sword by himself.
The image of Coach Lin raising his hand and waving his sword kept flashing in his mind, and finally it was condensed into a sword technique.
Xuanyuan swordsmanship, splitting rocks.
This sword practice is really interesting.
Han Muye quietly left the martial arts arena and wandered elsewhere.
Jiuxuan Mountain is full of cultivators with swords, and they always say "Senior Brother". After a few words, they pull out their swords and ask for advice.
Han Muye looked strange at this scene, and before he knew it, it was already dark, but he didn't find the alchemy hall.
Dantang is dozens of miles away from Jiange.
Returning to Jiange, Huang Laoliu saw Han Muye's empty hands, laughed, and took out two steamed buns.
I was lying on the wooden couch at night, but after a while, I heard a call again.
There was charm in that voice.
But seeing that the opponent was a sword made Han Muye very miserable.
Turn around, hold your head and fall asleep.
In the next few days, Han Muye and Huang Laoliu were both at Jiange, but no more business for ten spiritual stones came to their door.
Huang Laoliu, on the other hand, was very talkative. He leaned on the big chair behind the long desk and told all the stories about Jiuxuan Mountain and Jiuxuan Mountain with a smile.
Which elder's romantic affair, the latest price of the flower shop at the foot of the mountain, how to stay at the foot of the mountain without spending the night...
Life in Jiange is relaxing, but there is also hard work.
Clean the sword.
On the tenth day when Han Muye came to Jiange, after breakfast, Jiange closed the door, and then Huang Laoliu walked to the rows of wooden frames with a solemn expression.
"These swords are all human-level sword cultivators, ranging from the first level of cultivation to the peak level of foundation building."
Huang Laoliu looked solemn and pointed forward: "Swords have a spirit. We sword watchers do not desecrate the spirit in the sword when we draw the sword."
He bowed forward, then holding a piece of greased linen cloth in his hand, he walked to the wooden frame.
"Canglang——"
Huang Laoliu stretched out his hand and pulled out a long sword, then with a solemn expression, without sadness or joy, his eyes flashed with light, he raised his hand and took the linen cloth and wiped it from the blade to the hilt of the sword.
After going back and forth three times, he sheathed the sword and breathed a sigh of relief.
"did you see it?"
"We must treat these swords with reverence."
Looking up at Han Muye, Huang Laoliu said solemnly: "These new sword refining tools are fine. If they are those that have been warmed for a long time, the swords will not be unsheathed if you are not sincere."
Han Muye nodded.
He knew this, he had made a fool of himself before and tried his best to pull out the sword.
Following the example of Huang Laoliu, Han Muye first bowed and prayed, then raised his hand to draw his sword, caressing it lightly with the linen cloth, and the sword light was as clear as water.
The long sword was sheathed, and Huang Laoliu opened his mouth opposite him, finally lowered his head and muttered: "I am really a natural swordsman..."