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Jianchi.
The name of the Sword Pond comes from the ancestors who repaired and forged swords here more than 100,000 years ago and threw the broken sword into the pond and became famous.
Later, some powerful seniors came to realize Taoism and swordsmanship here, and inserted their swords into the pool for the disciples of the younger generation to realize.
Xuanyuan Sword Pool was once the sect enshrined by Tiantang and was the strongest foundation of Tiantang.
For countless years, countless strong men from Jianchi took action to save Tiantang from danger.
The most difficult and dangerous thing among them was when Lord Tianjian took action, sweeping across the sea with one man and one sword, destroying the Lingxiao Palace.
After that battle, Xuanyuan Sword Pool became one of the strongest forces in the Tiger Spirit Realm, and no one dares to despise it to this day.
In the sword pool, countless swords have been invested over the years.
Among these swords, there may be insights from the predecessors, or there may be the residual souls of the predecessors, or there may be the last wishes of the predecessors, which are stored in the sword pool for future generations to understand.
The sound of the sword in the sword pool is either a warning or a peerless genius has arrived.
At this moment, the whole pond was filled with the sound of swords, which immediately caused countless figures to fly into the sky.
"Could it be that a top genius disciple has arrived in our Xuanyuan Sword Pool?"
"It's impossible. Even when Master Wuxiang arrived back then, it was just half a pond of sword chants."
"What kind of genius can make a pool of swords vibrate?"
Above the sword pool, dozens of white-haired old men had solemn eyes and whispered in low voices.
They glanced around, but didn't see anything unusual.
"Master Luo Kun and Master Xu Jue have not left Lingxiao Palace for ten thousand years. Could it be that there is another great power in the world?"
"There will be no top experts from the outer realm entering the Tiger Spirit Realm. What's the reason for the sword chants in the pond this time?"
These powerful men in charge of Xuanyuan Sword Pool don't know why.
The pond was filled with sword chants, making them unable to see through the future.
At this time, Han Muye had slowly stepped onto the hill.
In front of him was a grass hut.
On one side of the thatched cottage is the sword pond filled with long swords.
At this time, the long sword vibrated in the sword pool, and the sound of sword chanting could be heard.
Those disciples who had just arrived at the pool had bewildered expressions on their faces and stood there at a loss.
Han Muye walked forward slowly.
"who is he?"
Someone saw Han Muye in the air, with confusion on his face.
No one else moved, only Han Muye moved, and it was naturally visible.
"Is he the reincarnation of a senior or a swordsman genius?"
"Could it be that the Jianchi is shaking because of his arrival?"
Figures flew down one after another and stood aside, watching Han Muye move forward.
Han Muye walked to the edge of the pool, stretched out his hand, and gently flicked it on the water.
Just like when he was practicing by the sword pond.
In his opinion, these swords are just ordinary swords.
But when he touched the water with his palms, pictures appeared in his mind.
Someone wields a sword to the end of the world.
Someone is free with a sword.
Some people are happy to take revenge.
Someone has a family and a country.
…
Those swords are all stories.
It's not a story, it's life.
Whether it's life or death, whether it's carefree, it's all life.
The swords in the pool vibrated and slowly fell silent.
It seemed that everyone felt at peace because of Han Muye's arrival.
Han Muye could feel joy and excitement from these swords.
He seemed to hear voices coming from among these swords.
"Master Tianjian!"
"Grandmaster, I finally see you again!"
"Grandmaster, this disciple has not embarrassed you."
At this moment, it seemed that the entire Sword Pool, the entire Tiantang, and even the entire Huling Ruins world were affected.
It's just that this kind of feeling is not something ordinary people can feel.
On a mountain far away from the sea, between the overlapping palaces, in front of a tall bronze tripod, a loud noise was heard.
A young man with an excited expression ran out quickly, waving his mechanical arms.
"Luo Kun, do you feel it? Do you feel it--"
The young man shouted and ran towards a palace ahead.
The same tall middle-aged man stepped out of the palace.
"It's Master."
"Master is back."
By the pool, Han Muye just caressed the water and remained silent.
Beside the pool, old men with white beards walked forward slowly, without saying a word.
After a long time, Han Muye stood up.
Beside him, an old man with a white beard walked forward and looked at him, with surprise on his face.
"You, you are, you are -"
The old man was shaking all over and his eyes widened.
This look is exactly the same as the portrait in the middle of the Patriarch Hall!
"My name is Han Wuxie, and I will be a disciple of Jianchi." Han Muye looked at the old man and said softly, "Is there any question?"
Is there a problem?
The ancestor of Tianjian returns, what problems could there be?
This is the top event in Xuanyuan Sword Pool!
The old man trembled, turned around, looked around, bowed and said, "No problem."
…
Today's Xuanyuan Sword Pool is divided into Jian Tang and Jian Lu.
Jianlu is the thatched huts next to Jianchi.
Among these thatched cottages, Senior Jianchi lives in seclusion, and then arranges for his disciples to practice with him.
This model has been passed down for tens of thousands of years and feels most suitable.
Because these elders and disciples often go to Jianchi to learn the way of swordsmanship, it is most convenient to live in Jianlu.
It can be said that this Sword House is the real inheritance of Jianchi, and the sword hall outside is just to protect the Sword House.
The practice of the sword hall disciples lacks the true foundation.
In a sword house not far from the sword pond, Han Muye and an old man with white beards sat across from each other.
The old man looked nervous and sat upright.
"Relax." Han Muye looked at the old man and said softly.
The old man twitched the corner of his mouth, nodded, and then took a deep breath: "Ancestor——"
"My name is Han Wuxie." Han Muye spoke again.
"Grandmaster Wuxie." The old man lowered his head slightly, and then said softly: "I am a disciple of the 63rd generation of Jianchi. My name is Liu Jun. My cultivation level is in the realm of immortals."
"I have traveled in the rivers and lakes, and I have also gone to Lingxiao Tiangong to practice. The swordsmanship I practiced is the water and wood system."
"Back in the Lingxiao Palace, I was fortunate enough to have Master Xu Jue help me refine a long sword..."
For every practitioner who has lived for ten thousand years, who doesn’t have a story?
How could someone like Liu Jun, who could become an immortal and an elder of Xuanyuan Sword Pool, not have a story?
"The Li family is still in charge of Tiantang today, but there is a lot of chaos on all sides."
"The same is true for Xuan Qin."
"Even Lingxiao Tiangong is actually very difficult now."
Han Muye just learned from Liu Jun's mouth that the calamity of the Xu Realm has begun.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In the past 100,000 years, at least the Sanfang Ruins Realm has been devoured by the Huling Ruins Realm.
There is no reason to swallow up the original rules.
The Sanfangxu Realm was annexed, and the creatures in it became the creatures in this Fangxu Realm. However, due to the lack of origin, their natural cultivation level was lower.
This kind of plunder is a life and death battle.
"The Linglong Realm has been attacking the Tiger Spirit Realm for ten thousand years. Over the past ten thousand years, powerful men from all sides of the Tiger Spirit Realm have sent out many times to fight the Linglong Realm in the East China Sea."
"Lingxiao Tiangong has always been at the forefront."
Neither side can do anything about the other, so now both sides are beginning to sabotage and infiltrate the other.
"They covet the various treasures refined by Master Xu Jue, as well as the weapon refining methods inherited from the Lingxiao Tiangong lineage."
"We want to get their Tianyuan Pearl. The Linglong Realm is extremely rich."
In this way, the two parties could have complemented each other, but the rules of the Ruin Realm are that they can only annex, and one party must surrender.
The land and sea 30,000 miles east of the East China Sea are now a battlefield between the two sides.
The powerful men from Lingxiao Tiangong and Linglong Realm intersect in this thirty thousand miles of heaven and earth, and have been fighting for tens of thousands of years.
After listening to Liu Jun's story, Han Muye had a better understanding of the current Huling Ruins world.
In fact, in his opinion, if it had not been for his arrival, the Hulingxu Realm would have been annexed long ago.
After all, the Huling Ruins Realm was not very powerful at that time.
Maybe this is cause and effect?
When Liu Jun walked out of the thatched hut, Han Muye closed his eyes in the thatched hut, and his aura slowly converged.
At this time, he is just a divine soul entering the Ruins Realm, and his cultivation level is only in the human realm.
But it is not difficult for him to improve his cultivation.
In three months, he used the Tianyuan Pearl sent by Liu Jun to improve his cultivation to the heavenly realm.
When he reaches the heavenly realm, he can already protect himself in this realm with his sword skills.
Moreover, after cultivating to the heavenly realm, he also had a slight feeling for Mu Wan.
Not in Tiantang, nor in Xuanqin.
The East China Sea, thirty thousand miles of heaven and earth.
Han Muye did not expect that a trace of Mu Wan's soul would land on the battlefield of Thirty Thousand Miles.
This is quite dangerous.
Although it was okay to lose this trace of his soul, for Han Muye, he did not want his trip to the Ruins Realm to end without finding Mu Wan.
They also made an appointment to meet in this ruin world.
"when--"
"when--"
There was a bell ringing outside Jianlu.
When Han Muye walked out, he saw many disciples standing beside the sword pond.
"Han Wuxie, you are really here!" came a surprised voice.
Li Si, who was wearing the robe of a sword hall disciple, had a vigorous sword energy lingering around his body.
It took three months to cultivate sword energy, and this guy's talent for swordsmanship is pretty good.
When Li Si called out, many people turned to look at Han Muye.
Unfortunately, in their eyes, Han Muye's aura was indifferent, and there was no shining sword light.
A disciple who enters the Sword House has not even mastered sword energy?
According to the rules of Jianchi, if you cannot cultivate sword energy within a year, you will be directly disqualified from practicing.
Han Muye nodded towards Li Si and walked over slowly.
The disciples standing there looked at each other, some calmly moved out of the way, and some had a trace of contempt in their eyes.
"Today is the time for the disciple to learn the sword and take the sword. Han Wuxie, you must seize the opportunity." Li Si looked at Han Muye and lowered his voice before speaking.
Han Muye nodded.
In the front, the old man who presides over Wu Jian and leads the sword is Elder Jianchi, who is the same generation as Liu Jun.
He glanced around, then loudly explained the rules of Wu Jian holding the sword, and then took a step back.
Sword enlightenment is very simple. Sit by the sword pool, choose the sword with the strongest sensitivity as far as you can see, and feel the artistic conception.
It sounds simple, but in fact, only less than half of people can achieve it every time they learn the sword.
Especially these new disciples, how many of them can comprehend the artistic conception of the sword early?
Han Muye and Li Si sat down next to each other, then looked at the sword pool.
He could feel the respect emanating from every sword here.
His eyes fell in the distance, in the middle of the sword pool.
There were several swords there that he had meditated on in the sword pool. Now that he saw them again, he felt a bit excited about meeting old friends.
In the sword pool, there is also a blue-grey long sword.
This sword was the sword that accompanied him in sweeping across the Lingxiao Palace and pacifying the Huling Ruins world.
Goodbye Han Muye, the sword shook slightly.
"To learn swordsmanship, you need to be certain, and you can't choose too repeatedly." Li Si turned his head and lowered his voice, "This is what one of my senior brothers told me."
He looked left and right and spoke again: "Also, when we learn swordsmanship for the first time, it's best not to aim too high. We can choose swords at the edge of the sword pool."
"The remaining spirituality and memory on these swords are deeper and easier to comprehend."
He probably saw what Han Muye was looking at, so he spoke like this.
These were all things he heard from his senior brothers in the sword hall, and they were all based on experience.
Don't look at these few sentences, they all cost spiritual stones to exchange for.
If Li Si hadn't been very talented in swordsmanship, people might not have been able to tell him this.
Han Muye turned his head, looked at Li Si, and chuckled: "Then which sword are you going to meditate on?"
His words made Li Si slightly stunned, and then there was a hint of excitement on his face.
Li Si pointed at the sword pool: "The sword of the fifty-eighth ancestor."
There are many swords in the sword pool, but they are all preserved according to the identity of the disciples from generation to generation.
The further you go, the more profound the artistic conception becomes.
According to what Li Si said, it would actually be easier to meditate on swords that were made after the sixtieth generation.
This guy asked Han Muye to meditate recently, but he went to meditate sixty generations ago. This shows that he is also arrogant.
Han Muye smiled and turned his head, continuing to look at the long sword in the sword pool.
He didn't think about which sword to choose for enlightenment.
Just communicating with these swords is enough.
"when--"
"when--"
An hour later, the bell rang.
Most of the disciples got up regretfully.
There was a hint of confusion and excitement on the faces of a few people.
Li Si shook his head and stood up. He looked at Han Muye, stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder: "It's okay. This sword enlightenment depends on chance."
"If you come here a few more times, you might be able to understand."
"What about you?" Han Muye said with a smile.
Li Si's face froze and he shook his head: "No chance."
After saying that, his face showed joy again: "Let's go and get the sword."
"Maybe with good luck, we can get a good sword."
Although the swords are all standard, there are slight differences in quality.
If you can receive the sword left by your predecessor, you might be able to sense the sword energy or sword intention contained in the sword at all times.
Of course, opportunities like this don't come around very often.
The place where the sword is held is in a hall below the sword pool.
The door to the lobby opened, and the sword-leading disciples went in one after another to search for swords.
This scene is somewhat similar to the original Jiuxuan Sword Pavilion, but there are no sword watchers.
Li Si and Han Muye walked into the lobby and felt a little disappointed.
The bundles of long swords were all of the same style. Even the long swords that were scattered looked broken and rusted.
How can I have a good sword when I hold a sword like this?
Those broken swords have been checked countless times, and there is absolutely no way they can be picked up.
Li Si bent down to search among the bundles of long swords, then shook his head and pulled out one.
The swords and weapons are all the same, so how can there be any chance?
At this moment, Han Muye suddenly reached out and patted his arm.
He turned his head and saw Han Muye pointing at a rusty sword beside him.
The blade of the sword was mottled and the scabbard was rotten.