The elixir enters the mouth like a light candy. Before it is tasted, it has already turned into a wonderful breath, passing through the intestines and abdomen, and spreading into the limbs and bones.
Then, Han Muye felt a slight fever all over his body.
Gone?
A high-quality solid elixir, that's it?
After much hesitation, Han Muye put away another solid pill.
This thing can be exchanged for more than a dozen spiritual stones, so don't waste it.
Perhaps, this is the reason for his ninth-level qualifications, and I don't blame others for making the elixir.
Sitting cross-legged, Han Muye narrowed his eyes.
Since he stepped into the Jiuxuan Sword Sect, he has already gained a lot of things about cultivation by relying on his full level of understanding.
The means of refining swords, the ability of refining elixirs, and a total of four sword techniques.
There are three types of Xuanyuan swordsmanship, Yiye, Dumu, and the cracking stone that I learned from Coach Lin in the afternoon.
A mysterious sword skill can destroy mountains.
The swordsmanship scenes you have learned are deeply memorable, but that doesn’t mean you don’t need to practice.
Today in the Chuan Gong Hall, holding a big sword in his hand, Han Muye had clearly understood all the essence of the stone-splitting swordsmanship, but only used 50% of his skills.
It seems that the way to practice is not just based on understanding, but also requires diligent practice.
Just like Coach Lin, who wields ten thousand swords and destroys mountains with one sword.
I don't know whether it was the effect of swallowing the solid pill or the lack of swords that required dual cultivation at night to disturb him, but Han Muye had a good night's sleep.
Early the next morning, Han Muye randomly found a sword and went to the backyard of the sword pavilion to practice.
One leaf, one tree, splits rocks, destroys mountains.
Without the support of cultivation, just practicing sword skills, the sword light condensed in front of Han Muye.
After several times, the four swordsmanships were no longer distinguishable from each other, only turning into an endless halo of darkness.
For Han Muye, who has understood the essence of the four sword techniques, it doesn't matter whether the sword moves have a shape or not. The key is the artistic conception.
One leaf, the sword comes out like a leaf floating in the air, no trace at all, like an antelope hanging its horns.
A single tree is difficult to support, but it is strong and strong. It does not bend or break, and is not afraid of wind and frost. There is firmness in the sword moves.
Splitting rocks and destroying mountains are simple, stable, ruthless, accurate or inaccurate, no big deal.
A sword that can shatter mountains is the same whether it strikes at the top of the mountain or at the foot of the mountain.
When Huang Laoliu came out, he saw Han Muye slashing with a sword.
He grinned and said nothing.
In his opinion, Han Muye had swallowed a solid pill and had nowhere to use his energy and blood.
If there is no place to vent the anger, just try it a few more times.
But he didn't see the tiny cracks appearing on the stone wall in front of Han Muye.
These are cracks eroded by some force.
After breakfast, the Jiange closed the door, and then Huang Laoliu walked to the rows of wooden frames with a solemn expression.
"These swords are all swords of human realm 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 spirits. We sword watchers do not draw the sword to blaspheme the spirit in the sword."
He bowed forward, then walked to the wooden frame with a piece of greased linen cloth in his hand.
"Canglang——"
Huang Laoliu stretched out his hand and pulled out a long sword, then his face was solemn, neither sad nor happy, his eyes flashed with light, he raised his hand and wiped the sword with linen cloth from the blade to the hilt.
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 returned to its sheath, and Huang Laoliu opened his mouth opposite him. Finally, he lowered his head and muttered: "You are really a natural swordsman..."
The two of them each took charge of one side, drawing the sword, wiping it, and then sheathing the sword.
As long as Han Muye puts his hand on the hilt of the sword, he can feel the length and weight of the sword and the refining technique.
At first, he wiped it very quickly.
The swords here were all newly refined, and there wasn't much information for him to understand.
Until later, when he stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of a sword, he was shocked, and an image fell into his mind.
The young swordsman in a green robe is wielding his sword freely and freely.
The sword light is like water, and the smoke waves are vast.
Xuanyuan swordsmanship, Qingshui.
A cool breath penetrated Han Muye's body.
This time, he could clearly feel the cool breath flowing through his body and then spreading into his chest and abdomen.
What is this breath?
Curious in his heart, Han Muye raised his hand and drew another long sword.
Another screen appears.
An old man in gray robe only practiced one sword. This sword shattered the wind and thunder and blocked the mountains.
"Zi Yan, it's finally time to say goodbye."
The old man whispered, and then set a prairie fire with a long sword, burning hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers.
When the clouds and smoke dissipated, the old man was no longer visible, only a mottled long sword was there.
The Five Mysteries of Swordsmanship can start a prairie fire.
"boom--"
A violent force suddenly poured into Han Muye's body, and the hot magma-like breath instantly ravaged his meridians, making his whole body tremble as if in convulsions.
"Dang Cang——"
The long sword fell to the ground, and Huang Laoliu on the other side hurried over.
"Boy Han, what's wrong with you?"
Han Muye turned his head and grinned.
Then he felt that his whole chest seemed to explode, and a force of fire penetrated it.
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Han Muye's body softened and he collapsed to the ground.
…
In the haze, Han Muye heard Huang Laoliu's voice.
"Thank you, ancestor, for taking the initiative."
When he opened his eyes, in front of Han Muye, besides Huang Laoliu, there was also an old man with white hair.
The old man held a mottled short sword in his hand, which was the same sword that Han Muye had pulled out before.
"Although this sword is only an ordinary sword, it is the sword worn by ancestor Tao Ran who rebelled against the family." Holding the dagger in his hand, the old man had a strange look on his face.
"Ancestor wears a sword?" Huang Laoliu was stunned and said hurriedly: "Ancestor wears a sword, doesn't it contain the sword's intention——"
"Ancestor, is his injury okay?"
"The sword energy enters the heart. Whatever happens, it depends on him." An old voice came.
The old man had a calm expression on his face. When he saw Han Muye waking up, he put his dagger on the wooden stand, turned around and left.
Huang Laoliu shouted from behind, and then whispered: "Farewell to my ancestor."
Han Muye watched the old man step onto the stairs of the Jiang Pavilion to the second floor and disappear.
"Don't look, there are only three of us in our sword pavilion."
"When you see him in the future, just call him ancestor."
Huang Laoliu showed a trace of envy and admiration on his face, and said softly: "Jian Pavilion has been observing swords for a period of one year, and the middle position of Jiuxuan Sword Sect is the same as the Taishang Elder."
Ancestor?
Is there always a third person in this sword pavilion?
Han Muye was stunned for a moment.
But think about it, in this three-story pavilion, he and Huang Laoliu are only responsible for the first floor, the second and third floors, so naturally a stronger person is needed to take charge.
"Sixth Brother, didn't you say that it's difficult for a sword watcher to live for more than a year, and that being able to live for ten years means that the sect's deacon exists?"
"Did this person survive for a long time?"
It turns out that sword watchers can live for a long time.
How did this person come back to life?
Seeing Han Muye's expression, Huang Laoliu snorted, waved his hand and said, "Boy, don't think so much. Your sword energy has entered your chest and abdomen. It's hard to say whether you can survive three months."
Speaking of this, his expression became softer and he looked at Han Muye: "If you want something to eat or drink -"
"If you want to do something, just do it."
Picking up the linen cloth for wiping the long sword, Huang Laoliu patted his shoulder and said, "You go and have a rest. I will wipe the remaining swords."
After saying that, he sighed softly, hunched his body and turned around in front of the wooden frame.
"Canglang——"
The sound of drawing a sword came.
Han Muye was a little confused.
You only have three months left to live?
Didn’t you agree to do it for a year?
The sword energy enters the chest and abdomen?
Sword energy?
As soon as the thought came to his mind, he was shocked, and a picture exploded in his mind.
At this time, he saw the scene in his chest and abdomen.
A ball of red flames with a radius of one foot was rolling, surrounded by cyan clouds, gray-yellow rustic atmosphere, and a clear spring like mist.
Then, in the empty surroundings, there were wisps of faint breath, constantly intertwining and entwining.
Is this sword energy?
Where are these sword energies?
