Things happened with the Sanqin Sword Sect.
Han Muye nodded.
Back then, he killed so many people from the Sanqin Sword Sect with one sword, including Tailing Sword Sect disciples among them.
Later, when Jianzhantang went to investigate, the matter would definitely come to light.
"Since it is an outing mission, danger is inevitable, so it is really necessary to choose a suitable and good sword."
Han Muye looked at several outer disciples who were bowing, and then pointed at one of them.
"First you can demonstrate your daily swordsmanship, and I'll see which sword suits you."
The disciple whose name was called by Han Muye was stunned for a moment, and then handed over his hand in surprise: "My name is Sun Dayong, and I would like to meet Senior Brother Han."
As he spoke, he pulled out the iron sword in his hand, made a starting gesture, and then waved it.
The other disciples quickly stepped back to make way for the small space.
Maybe he was dancing the sword in front of Han Muye, or maybe there were inner disciples watching. Although Sun Dayong was very serious, his swordsmanship looked really miserable.
When he finished his sword dance, he felt a little embarrassed and stood there at a loss.
"You have to have speed but not speed, you have to have power but not strength. You can't keep up with the eyes and changes. How dare you participate in the conquest mission at this level?" Beside Zhao Youzhi, an inner disciple holding a long sword in his hand said coldly. .
Sun Dayong's face turned red and he did not dare to raise his head.
This assessment is quite fair.
Han Muye also agreed.
It's just that he is here to receive the sword, can he comment like this?
Sixth Brother has collected the spirit stones, so he naturally has to think of a solution.
Sitting in front of the long desk, Han Muye tapped his fingers on the table.
On the entire first floor of the sword pavilion, there was only the slow tapping sound of "dong dong dong".
Picture after picture circulated in Han Muye's mind. Sun Dayong's sword-practicing movements were magnified, and then repeated one move after another.
Comprehend Xuanyuan swordsmanship, wrong wood.
After understanding the swordsmanship, the picture in Han Muye's mind changed again, and it was no longer Sun Dayong's slow manner.
Each move is correct, the strength and speed change, and the sword light is much more magnificent.
This swordsmanship is not bad. It needs some assistance and corrections to the swordsmanship.
Sun Dayong stood there uneasy and couldn't help but look up.
"In this way, on the left hand side, No. 31 wooden frame, third row, fifth sword."
Han Muye suddenly spoke up.
Sun Dayong hurried over, followed the mark, took the sword, and held it in his arms.
At this moment, he seemed to place all his hopes on Han Muye's guidance.
It seemed as if the sword Han Muye chose for him must be the most suitable for him.
Seeing him like this, the inner disciples frowned.
How can you succeed in sword cultivation without a firm mind?
"This sword is called Luo Ye. It is three feet, one inch and six cents long, the blade is one inch and four cents wide, and the blood groove in the middle is half an inch deep."
"The sword weighs thirteen kilograms and five taels per cent, and the hilt is wrapped in Luoye wood."
"This sword is very suitable for the Wood Vein Sword move. It is not too heavy, nor does it rely on speed. The most important thing is stability."
When Sun Dayong walked back with his sword in his arms, Han Muye spoke.
Every time he said something, the faces of everyone in the sword pavilion became more surprised.
This sword watcher can actually remember the weight and length of any sword in the sword pavilion?
He could even tell the pros and cons of the sword refining methods.
The expression on Sun Dayong's face became more and more surprised, and he hugged the sword tighter.
"This sword can bring out 100% of the power of your swordsmanship. Practice it again. Move three minutes faster. Don't raise your head when you draw the sword. Just look ahead with your peripheral vision."
"Also, it seems that your wrist is not strong enough. First, tie the sword hilt and wrist with a piece of cloth."
Han Muye then spoke.
In the sword pavilion, Huang Laoliu turned to look at him and muttered a few words.
Sun Dayong no longer had any doubts about what Han Muye said and hurriedly followed it.
Zhao Youzhi and others on the side stopped choosing swords and stared at Sun Dayong as he wrapped his wrists.
What Han Muye said just now makes sense to these inner disciples.
Although they could see the flaws in Sun Dayong's sword moves with their eyes, they couldn't really point them out.
Listening to Han Muye's words at this time, I suddenly felt like I could see the sun through the clouds.
"Canglang——"
The long sword was unsheathed, and Sun Dayong thrust the sword out without raising his head.
This sword was three points faster than before.
Just these three points immediately made the sword move completely different from before.
An icy murderous aura instantly filled the air.
"Stab-"
The long sword swept across, and the cold light it brought caused Jiang Han and others to retreat subconsciously.
Sun Dayong also felt the changes in his sword moves. Every sword move was made with great care, a combination of concentration and speed.
After completing the twelve moves of Cuomu Swordsmanship, there was silence in the sword pavilion.
Sun Dayong held the sword and bowed deeply towards Han Muye, then took a few steps back, turned to look at Jiang Han and the others behind him, and grinned silently.
He himself could feel that he had undergone a radical change.
Looking at Sun Dayong, who seemed to have a strange temperament standing there, Zhao Youzhi was shocked.
He remembered what his master said.
"When I practice swordsmanship, of course I have to trust the sword in my hand."
"When you have a sword in your hand, you have a sword in your heart."
"That's when sword cultivation begins."
At this time, Sun Dayong didn't have a sword in his heart just because he had a sword in his hand?
"There is a sword in the hand, and there is a sword in the heart." Zhao Youzhi whispered to himself, his eyes shining brightly.
"Senior brother, my name is Tao Shiwu, and I practice Xuanyuan Sword Technique Carving."
"Senior brother, I, I am cultivating Willow Leaf."
"Senior brother..."
The remaining outer disciples all rushed forward, bowed to Han Muye, and spoke excitedly.
Han Muye smiled and waved his hands: "Don't worry, come one by one."
…
Half an hour later, Jiang Han gratefully led all the brothers to bow to Han Muye, and then strode out of the sword pavilion.
At this time, apart from Han Muye and Huang Laoliu, only Zhao Youzhi and a few inner disciples were left on the first floor of the Jiange Pavilion.
Several people looked at each other.
Just now, Han Muye helped Sun Dayong and the others choose swords and gave them instructions on swordsmanship. They had watched the whole process and were extremely shocked.
After receiving the guidance of Han Muye, every outer disciple's swordsmanship and killing power doubled.
Even the master deacons in the sect who are in the late stage of foundation building don't have such means.
I am afraid that only those with strong abilities can have such vision and insight.
Zhao Youzhi took a deep breath, took a few steps forward, and bowed to Han Muye.
"Brother, I was wrong."
After saying that, he cupped his hands again and said, "Senior brother, please help me choose a sword."
Taking a step forward, he placed a merit certificate on the long case.
A piece of meritorious service is worth a hundred spiritual stones.
Huang Laoliu stared at the certificate of meritorious service and couldn't move away.
Several other people also hurriedly stepped forward and each presented a certificate of meritorious service.
What is a certificate of merit compared to a useful sword and swordsmanship instruction?
Six merit certificates are six hundred spirit stones.
Huang Laoliu turned to look at Han Muye.
This guy, how come making money is like robbing?
Looking at the certificate of meritorious service in front of him, Han Muye shook his head slightly.
Zhao Youzhi and others' expressions darkened.
Huang Laoliu, who was about to stretch out his hand, froze in mid-air.
"Well, Brother Han, you are all from the same sect. If you can help, just help." Huang Laoliu coughed lightly and said in a low voice.
He couldn't bear to part with those six hundred spiritual stones!
Zhao Youzhi and others cast a grateful look at Huang Laoliu.
Han Muye chuckled, shook his head and said, "Let's go."
Before Zhao Youzhi and others, who looked desperate, could speak, Han Muye continued: "You stayed in the sword pavilion for too long today. You have to choose swords. Come back tomorrow."
tomorrow!
It's not that I'm rejecting myself, it's just that I've stayed too long today and the sword energy is hurting my body!
Zhao Youzhi and others bowed happily: "Thank you, senior brother, for reminding us. We will come back tomorrow."
It doesn't matter if you miss receiving the sword today. As long as you can receive a suitable long sword and get guidance from Senior Brother Han, it's worth waiting for a day.
Zhao Youzhi and others left. Huang Laoliu collected the six pieces of merit, then looked at Han Muye, looking up and down.
"Brother Han, why do you know so much about those swords? Also, how do you know these sword moves?"
Hearing his words, Han Muye leaned back and narrowed his eyes.
"Sixth brother, we are in the sword pavilion, not only to observe swords, but also to observe people, and also to observe swordsmanship."
"This is the Sword Watcher of the Sword Pavilion."
After speaking, he turned his head and looked at the stacked wooden frames.
"Every sword here is polished by us. They are like our sons and daughters."
"Are you willing to leave them in the wrong hands?"
As if in response to his words, there was a loud roar in the sword pavilion.
