When he woke up early the next day, Han Muye found a short sword on his bed.
The sword was no more than two feet eight inches long, and it shone with green light.
Reaching out to grasp the hilt of the sword, Han Muye was slightly startled.
Purple flame.
This is yesterday's rusty ancestor's sword, Ziyan.
It's just that the Ziyan Sword has completely changed its appearance at this time, and it would be impossible for outsiders to recognize it.
The sword was ordinary, but holding the hilt, Han Muye could feel the blazing fire in the sword, which reflected the sword energy in his body.
The warm breath spreads from the arms to the whole body.
"You want to follow me?"
Whispering in his mouth, Han Muye walked to the small courtyard with his sword and began to practice swinging the sword.
Dozens of sword skills flashed between his sword edges.
The sword light is sometimes solemn, sometimes gentle, sometimes it is blazing, sometimes it is as cold as ice.
There are so many swordsmanships with different moods and powers. If an outsider practiced swordsmanship like this, the meridians of the body would have been destroyed into rags.
But in Han Muye's hands, these sword skills could be changed at will and used freely without any obstruction.
The various sword energies in his illusory space are constantly changing and traveling in his meridians along with his sword skills.
This feeling is extremely comfortable.
Huang Laoliu came to the small courtyard and looked at it for a while, then shook his head.
He couldn't understand what Han Muye meant by waving his sword there.
Of course, he would not dissuade Han Muye.
In Huang Laoliu's view, Han Muye only had less than three months left to live, so he could just let him do whatever he wanted.
No one came to Jiange Pavilion all morning, and Han Muye pestered Huang Laoliu to talk about various anecdotes in the practice world.
Huang Laoliu has been in the sword pavilion for more than seven years. He has been hanging out in the Jiuxuan Sword Sect and has heard many stories about the cultivation world.
For example, in the Western Border, which sects are there that practice swordsmanship, which sect the Jiuxuan Sword Sect does not deal with, and which sect is an ally.
In addition, who has the highest cultivation level in Western Xinjiang, and which sect likes to be a stumbling block behind his back the most.
True and false, just like the parents in the spiritual world, Han Muye listened with interest.
He feels that this world of cultivation is also full of human emotions and worldly desires, and the chaos of the world.
After talking about the world of cultivation, Han Muye pestered Huang Laoliu to talk about the Nine Mysterious Sword Sect.
Huang Laoliu yawned profusely, but he couldn't resist Han Muye's insistence, so he had to tell him about the elders, direct descendants, and elites of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
"As long as you don't offend these people, we sword watchers don't need to look at anyone's face in the door."
"We are going to die anyway, there is nothing to be afraid of."
Yawning and standing up, Huang Laoliu shook his head and said, "I'm going to take a nap. I wiped my sword yesterday, but it hurt my vitality."
Having said this, he turned to look at Han Muye, with a hint of curiosity on his face: "Why do you look so good?"
Indeed, Han Muye's face was rosy at this time and he was not tired at all.
You must know that he was injured by the sword energy yesterday and was left half dead.
Han Muye himself was puzzled by what he said.
"Maybe it's the effect of the high-quality solid elixir." Before Han Muye could figure it out, Huang Laoliu had already figured out the reason.
"When I receive my salary next month, I will also try out a high-quality solid elixir."
Huang Laoliu said as he turned back to his quiet room.
Han Muye shook his head, stood up, and came to the wooden stand where the sword was placed.
He reached out and grasped the hilt of a long sword and gently pulled it out.
The sword roared 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.
In 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 the sword. When you encounter a used long sword, you can understand the sword skills better.
Before he knew it, more than half an hour had passed, and he had cleaned 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 sword skills 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 sprout sprouting, full of vitality.
Wiping the long sword, the sword skills confirmed each other, and Han Muye's understanding of sword skills deepened.
"Huang Laoliu!"
As 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 slightly, strode forward, put his hands behind his back and shouted in a low voice: "No noise is allowed in the Jiuxuan Sword Gate sword pavilion."
The young man was stunned and looked Han Muye up and down.
"Isn't it Huang Laoliu? When did the 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 body was broken into several pieces, and there were still 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 in white robes held a long sword in his hand and had a cold look on his face.
The long sword in his hand was thrust towards the bluestone jade in front of him, and each sword hit a certain location.
Erxuan swordsmanship, golden touch.
After understanding this swordsmanship, Han Muye frowned even more.
The point of the Midas swordsmanship is to point it all the way, and the sword edge does not need to actually touch the bluestone at all.
But the sword in front of him not only had its tip broken, but also had many gaps on its edge.
"How did this 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."
Luotian?
Han Muye thought for a moment and shook his head.
Not an elder 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 at Han Muye and gritted his teeth and said: "Boy, this sword belongs to Senior Brother Luo Tian——"
"Even the sect leader's sword must be registered in this way when entering the sword pavilion." Han Muye opened the book and wrote down the notes 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 hint of smile on his face, Han Muye said softly: "Anyone who damages the sword without any 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.
