The sword whistled softly, seeming to be filled with joy.
Picking up the linen cloth used to clean the sword, Han Muye wiped the edge of the sword once before sheathing the sword.
During the process of wiping the long sword, he could clearly feel the sword energy in his body pouring into the edge of the long sword, and the sword energy contained in the long sword also penetrated into his body.
The long sword imbued with sword energy became clearer, and there was also a wisp of sword energy in his body.
A win-win situation.
Walking to the wooden stand, Han Muye began to wipe the long swords that Huang Laoliu had wiped yesterday.
Anyway, idle time is idle. You can still get some sword energy by cleaning your sword. When you encounter a used long sword, you can better understand the swordsmanship.
Before he knew it, more than half an hour had passed, and he had polished hundreds of long swords, and in the process he had mastered three more sword skills.
Many of the swordsmanship contained in the swords used by low-level disciples overlap.
But in the process of understanding, Han Muye's understanding was different according to the swordsmanship used by different people.
For example, the Xuanyuan Sword Technique, some people use it like a dead leaf falling, without any effort, but some people use it like a new bud sprouting, full of vitality.
Wiping the long sword, the swordsmanship confirmed each other, and Han Muye's understanding of swordsmanship deepened.
"Huang Laoliu!"
While he was wiping his sword, a voice came from the door of the sword pavilion.
Han Muye turned around and saw a young man wearing a white robe from the inner gate standing there, stretching his head and looking around.
Coming for business?
"Ahem," Han Muye coughed lightly, strode forward, put his hands behind his back and shouted in a low voice: "No noise is allowed in the Jiuxuan Sword Gate and the sword pavilion."
The young man was stunned and looked Han Muye up and down.
"Isn't it Huang Laoliu? When did a newcomer come to the Jiange?" After muttering, he stretched out his hand and handed a linen bag to Han Muye.
"newcomer?"
"I'll change the sword."
Change swords?
There is a saying in the Sword Pavilion about changing swords, but that requires great merit from the sect or a handwritten certificate from an elder before it can be changed.
Han Muye frowned, took the linen bag, untied it, and his expression changed.
In the linen bag was a broken sword.
The sword was broken into several pieces, and there were many gaps.
He stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and there was an image coming from the broken sword.
A young man wearing a white robe holds a long sword in his hand and has a cold expression.
The long sword in his hand was thrust towards the bluestone jade in front of him, and each sword hit a certain position.
Erxuan swordsmanship, golden touch.
After understanding this swordsmanship, Han Muye frowned even more.
The point of the Midas swordsmanship is to reach the point, and the sword tip does not need to actually touch the bluestone.
But the sword in front of me not only had its tip broken, but also had many gaps on its edge.
"How did the sword break?"
Han Muye spoke in a deep voice.
"Hey, boy, are you taking too much care?" The young man who came to change the sword raised his eyebrows and shouted in a low voice: "I asked you to change the sword, just change it."
Han Muye sat in front of the long desk, spread his hands and said, "If you don't tell me why the sword broke, how can I replace it for you?"
Hearing his words, the young man sneered: "Senior Brother Luo Tian broke this sword. If you don't change it, I will go back and report it."
Luo Tian?
Han Muye thought for a moment and shook his head.
Not an elder or deacon, nor a direct descendant.
Then it'll be fine.
Seeing Han Muye shaking his head, the face of the young man in front of him darkened. He looked at Han Muye and smiled angrily: "Okay, okay, the new boy, please don't fall into my hands."
After saying that, he grabbed the dagger on the table.
Han Muye raised his hand to block it and said calmly: "The sword is damaged and must be registered and destroyed after entering the sword pavilion."
"You——" the young man pointed his hand in the air, pointed at Han Muye, gritted his teeth and said: "Boy, this sword belongs to Senior Brother Luo Tian——"
"Even the sect master's sword must be registered in this way when it enters the sword pavilion." Han Muye opened the book and wrote down it with ink.
"Inner disciple Luo Tian damaged a sword handle for no reason, and it is now included in the sword pavilion."
After writing, he raised his head and said, "What's your name?"
The young man was stunned for a moment, and asked a little uncertainly: "What are you doing?"
With a smile on his face, Han Muye said softly: "Anyone who damages a sword for no reason will not be allowed to enter the sword pavilion for three years. After three years, the merit required to redeem the sword will be doubled."
"What's your name? I'll write it down for you too."
The expression on the young man's face changed, he flicked his sleeves, turned around and left.
Han Muye chuckled and added two words to the place where he just wrote on the book.
Purple flame.
Since the Purple Flame Sword is willing to follow me, let him follow me.
The broken sword in front of me just filled the gap of one missing sword in the sword pavilion.
Han Muye's operation can be regarded as self-inflicted theft.
But in the sword pavilion, in the eyes of sword watchers, it really doesn't matter.
With so many swords, who cares if one or two are missing?
Huang Laoliu hid a good sword. Yesterday, Han Muye saw him quietly cleaning it.
Looking at the broken sword on the table, Han Muye gently stretched out his hand to fix it.
A faint sword energy came out of his palm and poured into the broken sword.
The broken sword vibrated slightly, and at the broken end, there was a trace of cyan aura that was invisible to the naked eye.
After ten breaths, Han Muye let go.
“Really useful.”
Looking at the broken sword that had been connected, a hint of joy flashed across his face.
Before, when the sword energy in his body blended with the energy in the sword, he wanted to explore the function of the sword energy.
Looking at it now, it is indeed good for swords.
Although the sword in front of me still has traces on the fracture, it will break if I swing it, but it has been truly reattached.
In the future, I will slowly repair it with sword energy, and it will always be in good condition.
It only cost thirty-two sword energy, but it could repair a broken sword. Han Muye felt it was worth it.
He currently has more than 23,800 sword energies left in his body.
If you want to get more sword energy, just wipe the sword frequently later.
Putting the repaired long sword on the table onto the wooden stand, Han Muye began to clean the long sword again.
In the middle of the afternoon, Huang Laoliu, who had taken a nap and looked much better, came out and frowned when he saw Han Muye wiping his sword.
But he didn't say anything to dissuade him.
Han Muye only has three months left to live, so just do whatever you love.
"Someone came to exchange swords just now, but I blasted him away."
Han Muye wiped his sword and spoke.
Change swords?
Huang Laoliu raised his hand and opened the book on the long desk. When he saw Han Muye's record, he frowned and said, "Luo Tian? The legitimate son of Luo Yisheng, the deacon of the inner sect?"
Han Muye turned his head and raised his eyebrows: "Are you still a relative of the emperor?"
Huang Laoliu closed the book and chuckled: "It's okay, they are just ordinary characters in the inner sect. We sword watchers have nothing to do with them."
After saying that, Huang Laoliu looked at the sky and said, "Boy Han, I'll guard the sword pavilion. You can go to the alchemy hall to try your luck and see if you can buy two solid elixirs."
Han Muye nodded, tidied up, and walked out of the sword pavilion.
When passing by the martial arts arena, I saw Coach Lin with a gloomy face and roaring there.
"You haven't even been able to learn this swordsmanship for more than ten days!"