51, only the sword raising art is the real inheritance in the sword pavilion
As expected, Lu Gao was used to being a handyman, and he was good at observing people's movements and asking for information.
This information was something that Han Muye had not known before.
Han Muye nodded, reached out and patted Lu Gao on the shoulder and said, "Brother Lu, despite his strong body, is very delicate in his thoughts."
"If there is any news at the back door, you can tell me."
"It's done, it's done." After being praised by Han Muye, Lu Gao nodded happily.
It seems that it was Huang Laoliu who said that Jiuxuan Sword Sect will make big moves this time.
Otherwise, we wouldn’t be partying here and killing people there.
Even the Tailing Sword Sect probably has the same idea and may cause trouble at the party.
Look at it this way, if you go to deliver the message to Tuoba Cheng, you may really make a great contribution to the sect.
Entering the Jiange, Han Muye looked at the empty long case and said, "Brother Six is not here?"
Lu Gao at the door hurriedly replied: "Senior Brother Han, not long after you left, Brother Six went out."
Going out?
It seems that once the fire in the heart is ignited, a man's butt will be burned and he will not be able to sit still.
"Haha, boy Han, I'm back -"
Han Muye turned his head and saw Huang Laoliu striding over with a beaming face.
His steps are steady, his waist is not bent, his back is not hunched, and his eyes are clear.
Is this spring coming?
"Brother Han, Sister Ping, your sixth sister-in-law recognized me!" Walking to Han Muye, Huang Laoliu couldn't help but rub his hands and spoke in a low voice.
There was uncontrollable excitement in his words.
make out?
"Congratulations to Sixth Brother, you didn't bring Sixth Sister-in-law to see you?" Han Muye asked with a smile.
"Haha, isn't it too late? She said she would come tomorrow." Huang Laoliu chuckled with a proud look on his face.
Come to Jiange?
Disciple of Qingfeng Temple.
The smile on Han Muye's face did not diminish. He looked at Huang Laoliu, who was still delighted, with a deep light in his eyes.
As long as Brother Six is happy.
Hope everything is fine.
It was very harmonious during dinner tonight.
Huang Laoliu told Lu Gao some interesting stories about Jiange.
Who was so frightened that he peed when he received the sword? Which sword watcher in the sword pavilion did not live for more than three months? Why did the handyman in the sword pavilion at that time not want to work in the sword pavilion again?
Lu Gao grinned and concentrated on dealing with the big bones in front of him.
Huang Laoliu couldn't chew it.
After closing the pavilion door, Han Muye and Huang Laoliu returned to their quiet rooms.
Sitting cross-legged on the wooden couch, Han Muye took out a top-grade Cloud Qi Pill.
After the elixir enters the abdomen, a warm spiritual energy quickly travels through the meridians and then falls in the Dantian.
In the past few days, he had swallowed pills every day, and his originally one-foot-wide Dantian gradually expanded to half a foot more.
Even though it's just Grandma Zhang, the total capacity has expanded a lot.
Recently, Han Muye has been deliberately replenishing his cultivation knowledge, and he also knows that his Dantian is stronger than many in the Qi Condensation stage.
But for now, the sword he controls is too strong, and the physical and spiritual cultivation is just like a three-year-old child wielding a sledgehammer, which is too uncoordinated.
Only when the physical body has been refined to a certain level and the spiritual energy practice has at least entered the true Qi condensation stage, can one be flexible enough to activate those sword intentions.
"Buzz——"
Just when Han Muye was transporting the spiritual energy, and then mobilizing the sword energy into his Dantian to warm up, there was suddenly a faint sound outside the quiet room.
When he opened his eyes, there was nothing in front of him.
"Pingmei?"
Huang Laoliu's voice came from the quiet room next door.
It's that sword!
The sword that was delivered today!
When this sword came to my quiet room, it almost killed me.
Just as Han Muye was about to stand up, Huang Laoliu's voice came from the next door again: "Why don't you just pretend to be her for a little longer?"
"Is it because my body is so dry that I can't squeeze out any energy or blood, and I don't even have the thought to pretend?"
The sound of swords sounded, and then there was the sound of the long sword falling.
"Disappointment, go to bed." Huang Laoliu muttered.
Han Muye shook his head and chuckled.
Also, Huang Laoliu lived in Jiange for seven years, how could he not be extraordinary of his own?
When he drank, the sword that was about to hurt him vibrated and fell.
It seems that Huang Laoliu also has special abilities.
After thinking about this, Han Mu became more relaxed in his ambition, focused on himself, and began to polish his physical strength.
At the beginning, he took solid pills. Although they were high-quality products, they still had no effect.
Maybe a higher grade body refining elixir can help with body refining?
Why don't you buy it and try it out in the next few days?
With a dozen high-grade spiritual stones in his pocket, Han Muye was full of confidence.
While running the body-training technique, he absorbed another sword energy into his body.
The bone-scratching sour taste made him grin.
I don’t know who invented this practice method. The sword energy penetrates into the bone marrow, and it’s really hard to get hurt.
Fortunately, the sword energy circulated in his body, and the Qi sea in Dantian turned into gentle little hands and began to soothe his meridians.
This kind of comfort makes people want to stop.
He even felt that his meridians seemed to be much wider under the gentle touch of sword energy.
Perhaps, as the sword energy continues to wash away, my qualifications can be improved?
The ninth grade qualification does have great restrictions on practice.
Even if Han Muye is not cultivating spiritual energy with all his strength like an orthodox practitioner, he still feels that his qualifications are constrained by his ability to improve his cultivation.
There are a lot of elixirs in the air, the meridians are running slowly, and a lot of the medicinal power and spiritual energy have escaped.
Fortunately, the dissipated medicinal power is not completely wasted.
The power of spiritual energy can enhance physical strength and make bones and muscles more stable.
After a night of practice, Han Muye felt relaxed all over.
Carrying the sword to the small courtyard, he saw Huang Laoliu holding a sword in his hand and chopping hard.
The long sword struck the thick tree trunk, splinters flying everywhere.
"Are you coming to disturb my sweet dream?"
"You are the sixth brother and I am a vegetarian, right?"
"Next time you come again, I will throw you into the pit."
…
Turning around and seeing Han Muye coming, Huang Laoliu held the long sword in his hand and said, "Brother Han, how did you get this sword back?"
"Yesterday an inner disciple named Zhu Guangsheng sent it."
"Su Yang, who led the sword at the beginning, has fallen."
Han Muye said in a low voice.
Holding the sword in his hand, Huang Laoliu's eyes fell on Han Muye.
After a moment, he laughed and said: "Not bad, no wonder the elder takes a fancy to you."
After saying that, he walked towards the sword pavilion with his long sword in hand.
"What I practice is the Condensing Sword Technique, where I use my own soul energy and blood to condense a sword energy."
"When you reach the peak of your cultivation, you will be able to carry the sword intent of the Nine Profound Swords."
"Of course, I can only condense the power of one sword."
"When the elder taught me the Condensing Sword Art, he said that I was not qualified to practice the Sword Art."
"Only the sword-raising technique is the true inheritance in the sword pavilion."
Huang Laoliu whispered, as if he was talking to himself, and also to Han Muye.
Is the Sword Raising Technique the true inheritance of Jiange?
Han Muye was slightly startled.
Isn't what he practiced just the Sword Raising Technique?
"Brother Six, I——"
Before Han Muye finished speaking, Huang Laoliu waved his hand and said, "Everyone has his or her own destiny."
"I would like to be in that sword-heaven realm."
"You choose your own path."
"I do not regret."
After saying that, he picked up his sword and walked into the sword pavilion.
Han Muye's eyes fell on Huang Laoliu's back.
Do you really not regret it?
…
In the morning, looking at the anxious look of Huang Lao Liu next to him, Han Muye smiled and said, "Brother Six, why don't you go out for a walk?"
Huang Laoliu stood up and left.
At the door, Lu Gao's voice came: "Brother Six, do you want to bring food today? How many portions will you bring? Do you want the meat to be rotten..."
"Go away..." Huang Laoliu's curse came from afar.
Han Muye almost laughed out loud and turned around to wipe the long swords.
He has fallen in love with the feeling of sharpening his sword every day. The sword energy blends together and is very refreshing.
"The rules for leading swords in the sword pavilion are to bathe and change clothes, burn incense and meditate——"
Unknowingly at noon, Lu Gao's shouting voice came from the entrance of Jiange.