A semi-spiritual weapon, its value is not very high, but in ordinary sects, it is still a treasure.
This sword doesn't have to be very good, but it's just a party reward.
Zhao Pu left, and Han Muye returned to Jiange to tell Huang Laoliu about the incident.
"Isn't that easy?" Huang Laoliu opened his mouth and opened a book.
"Sword No. 3854, Phantom Light."
Han Muye followed the wooden frame and found the location of the sword.
On the wooden stand, there was no need to look for it. A sword that was shining with golden light and flowing light had already caught my eye.
This sword is more beautiful than any other.
Han Muye stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword. After a moment, a strange look flashed across his face, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.
It's not for nothing that Huang Laoliu has been a sword watcher for these years. The sword he chose is really suitable as a party reward.
The sword is made of fine steel and is a treasure among ordinary weapons.
The presentation is impeccable.
But this sword can really only be looked at.
This sword was specially made for the disciples to perform martial arts during the sect's grand ceremony.
Sacrificing flexibility, just for the dazzling sword light, the sword is like a silver bottle exploding.
This sword is naturally a rare treasure in the hands of low-level practitioners.
But in the hands of experts, it is completely useless.
The sword intent was poured into it, and it immediately broke into pieces.
Carrying the magic light sword and walking to the long desk, Huang Laoliu chuckled and said, "Isn't it beautiful?"
pretty.
At the door, Lu Gao stretched his head to look and licked his tongue.
This sword is so damn beautiful.
Han Muye smiled and gave Huang Laoliu a thumbs-up gesture.
Huang Laoliu registered proudly and said: "Brother Six, I have not been just a freeloader in Jiange these years."
At the door, Lu Gao retracted his head.
After Huang Laoliu had registered, Han Muye put the long sword in the sword case and walked out of the sword pavilion gate.
"I will accompany you." Lin Shen stepped forward and said solemnly: "I am now the sword guard of the sword pavilion."
Going to Sanshizhai?
Han Muye nodded, Lin Shen probably wanted to go too.
The two of them ran forward, one behind the other.
On Han Muye, the energy and blood slowly condensed and surged, and then turned into a faint shadow of an iron bull.
In less than half an hour, they had already arrived at Sanshizhai.
Lin Shen stood in front of the Sanshizhai Gate with a complicated look on his face as he sent troops upstairs.
At this time, Sanshizhai was empty, and most of the disciples should have gone to deal with the sect's gathering.
Han Muye reported at the door, and two young disciples led him and Lin Shen to look for Tuoba Cheng.
These two young disciples did not know Lin Shen.
Arriving at the lobby on the second floor, the gray-haired Tuoba Cheng leaned on the long desk, took an ink pen, and traced something there.
"Han Muye has met Master Tuoba."
Han Muye bowed slightly.
Tuoba Cheng raised his head, Lin Shen bowed and clasped his fists: "Disciple Lin Shen, pay your respects to the master."
The two young disciples who led the way were startled and quickly turned their attention to Lin Shen.
I have never met Lin Shen, but I have heard of him.
Tuoba Cheng didn't seem to expect Lin Shen to come, his eyes stayed on him for a while, and then nodded slightly.
"Don't let your cultivation go to waste."
Lin Shen raised his head and nodded heavily with a somewhat excited expression: "Disciple, please obey the teachings."
After saying that, he clasped his fists and exited the door.
Han Muye held the wooden box in front of Tuoba Cheng.
"Uncle Master, this is the sword prepared for the sect gathering."
He opened the sword box and let Tuoba Cheng take a look.
Tuoba Cheng glanced at the shining golden sword and grinned: "You brat, you have a lot of skills."
After speaking, he reached out to catch the wooden box and tossed it aside.
"Boy, the sect can't reward you with anything this time."
Tuoba Cheng looked at Han Muye.
Just as Han Muye was about to speak, Tuoba Cheng reached out and picked up the yellowed paper scroll that he had just been tracing on the long desk.
"I have a scroll of White Tiger Pictures here. You can take it and meditate on it. It may be beneficial to your physical training and sword practice."
Before Han Muye could take a closer look at the picture, Tuoba Cheng rolled up the picture and stuffed it into Han Muye's hand.
"Hey, among the many disciples under my Sanshizhai sect, none of them can understand this picture."
"then--"
After Tuoba Cheng said this, he looked at Lin Shen standing at the door, shook his head and stopped talking.
Han Muye held the scroll in both hands, then bowed and said, "Thank you, uncle, for the reward."
On the way back to Jiange, Han Muye saw Lin Shen looking at the scroll in his hand unconsciously.
"Does Coach Lin know this scroll?"
He was used to being called coach, and Han Muye didn't bother to change it.
Hearing Han Muye's words, Lin Shen nodded, with a complicated look on his face.
"The body-refining skills practiced by my master are so tyrannical that a sword in Fierce Demon Valley backfires. It's difficult for me to improve myself, and my energy and blood have nowhere to pour, so I try to imitate the white tiger every day to guide me."
"It is said that the white tiger picture contains the inheritance of Master's body training techniques."
inherited?
So precious?
Han Muye paused, feeling that the scroll was hot to the touch.
Anything involving inheritance is hot.
There are many masters under Sanshizhai.
Seeing his appearance, Lin Shen smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, no one will come to snatch this inheritance."
"This picture will be hung in the lobby of Sanshizhai for three or two months every year. Over the years, no one in Sanshizhai can fully understand it."
"Back then -" Lin Shen shook his head, a trace of regret flashed across his face, and whispered: "Back then, my eldest brother was admired by Master because of his extraordinary understanding."
Lin Chongxiao.
Just now in Sanshizhai, Tuoba Cheng must have thought of Lin Chongxiao, right?
Most of those who like to practice physical exercises are poor in understanding and are willing to make up for their weakness with diligence.
Tuoba Cheng would naturally like it if there were one or two successors with good understanding.
pity.
The two of them were still a little silent as they hurried on.
When I saw Jiange from a distance, it was already sunset and the scenery of the Western Mountains.
Han Muye saw a figure spinning in circles at the corner of the mountain road ahead.
"Sister Lu?"
"Are you here to see Brother Six?"
"Why not go?"
Han Muye's voice shocked the pacing figure over there. He turned around and saw, who was it if it wasn't Lu Qingping?
"Junior Brother Han."
Lu Qingping looked at Han Muye and nodded to Lin Shen beside her.
"Junior Brother Han, I, I'm not here to find Brother Xiong, I'm -"
Before Lu Qingping finished speaking, Han Muye had already strode forward and shouted towards the Jiange: "Brother Six, Senior Sister Lu is here to find you!"
In the sword pavilion, Huang Laoliu jumped out with a swish.
Lu Qingping stood there, her face turned red, she ducked her feet slightly and walked towards the Jiange Pavilion.
Han Muye walked quickly, and when he arrived in front of Huang Laoliu, he carried Lu Qingping on his back and winked at Huang Laoliu.
Huang Laoliu glared at him with a straight face.
"Junior sister, your sect's gathering is about to begin, but you must be well prepared."
Huang Laoliu clasped his hands behind his back and spoke in an extremely official tone.
Lu Qingping nodded, but did not dare to look at Huang Laoliu.
The two of them were standing on the stone steps, and the other was standing at the foot of the stone steps, three feet away from each other.
Han Muye waved his hand and motioned to Lu Gao and Lin Shen, who were watching the excitement, to follow him.
Over there, Huang Laoliu spoke again: "Junior sister, have you chosen the sword today?"
Hearing Huang Laoliu talk about swords, Lu Qingping's heart beat faster and she hurriedly raised the sword in her hand.
Seeing Lu Qingping holding the sword, Huang Laoliu's expression changed. He turned to look at Han Muye and blurted out: "Did you choose this broken sword for your sixth sister-in-law?"
Han Muye opened his mouth slightly and looked at the sword in Lu Qingping's hand.
Lu Qingping stood there, her face as red as a burning cloud.