Swinging thousands of swords can split rocks and destroy mountains.
Lin Shen sat on the carriage, the corners of his mouth twitching and his shoulders trembling uncontrollably.
Still repairing it?
"Haha, swing your sword ten thousand times to split rocks and destroy mountains."
"Brother Han, I have made such a strong determination that I will never hold a sword again. You, why do you..." Lin Shen looked at the sword in front of him and gently closed his eyes.
His hands were holding the reins tightly, his finger joints were white and trembling slightly.
"Lin Chongxiao asked me to come."
"His remnant soul is in this sword."
Han Muye directly handed the hilt of the long sword to Lin Shen.
Lin Shen's eyes suddenly opened and he looked at Han Muye in disbelief.
"Are you serious?"
Han Muye said nothing, but a sword energy poured into the sword body.
On the long sword, there was a roar.
Both Lin Shen and Lin Yuxia, who was not far away, trembled all over, feeling a sense of the blood of a close relative.
"Brother..."
Lin Yuxia burst into tears.
Lin Shen raised his hand tremblingly and slowly grasped the hilt of the sword.
An unspeakable aura enveloped him, his eyes widened, and he let out disordered words like "giggle".
Han Muye held the scabbard in his hand, and streams of sword energy slowly poured into the sword.
Lin Shen's expression slowly changed as he held the hilt of the sword.
sad.
Blame yourself.
happy.
hesitate.
Lin Yuxia, who walked slowly closer, did not dare to say a word and looked at Lin Shen quietly, as well as the long sword held in Lin Shen's hand.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Lin Shen was shocked, and then reluctantly let go of the hilt of the sword.
Han Muye stopped pouring sword energy.
Lin Shen, who was sitting sideways on the carriage, suddenly jumped down.
"Without Brother Han's action, the remaining soul of my eldest brother would have been buried in the sword, never to see the light of day again."
As he spoke, he fell to his knees with a bang and touched his head to the ground.
Lin Yuxia beside him bit her lip and fell to her knees.
Han Muye sighed softly, stretched out his hand to support Lin Shen's arm, and then said: "Instructor Lin, if I hadn't said so much, you might not have given up the practice of wielding a sword for thousands of dollars, and you might still have a chance to meet your brother again. .”
He was willing to help Lin Shen because he was a loyal and kind-hearted person, and he also blamed himself for breaking Lin Shen's Taoist heart with just one sentence.
Han Muye stretched out his hand to help, and Lin Shen and Lin Yuxia just stood up.
Handing the long sword to Lin Shen, Han Muye said softly: "Instructor Lin, take this sword back."
In this sword, there is the remnant soul of Lin Chongxiao.
It's just that Lin Shen didn't know.
Now that I know it, I am absolutely reluctant to return to Jiange.
Lin Shen glanced at Han Muye gratefully, then stretched out his hands, carefully took the sword, and hugged it tightly.
After giving away the sword, Han Muye smiled and said, "Coach Lin, are you still leaving?"
Lin Shen grinned and said, "I'm not leaving."
He raised his head and looked at the mountain gate of Jiuxuan Sword Gate, his face became more relaxed, and there was also a hint of longing.
Han Muye nodded, smiled and said, "That's good."
"I'm going back to Jiange first. Let's have a drink together later."
After speaking, he glanced at Lin Yuxia next to Lin Shen, nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "Fairy Lin, you may not be able to hold your nephew for a while."
After saying that, he laughed and turned to leave.
"This, Senior Brother Han, is so special..." Looking at Han Muye's back, Lin Yuxia whispered in a low voice.
"Special?" Lin Shen held the sword, his eyes shining brightly.
"It's more than special."
The previous decadence was gone from him, and there was a lot of indescribable heroism in him.
Turning his hand and carrying the long sword to his back, he laughed and looked at Lin Yuxia: "Little sister, although Brother Han is a sword watcher in the sword pavilion, his level of swordsmanship is absolutely unimaginable."
"Eldest brother said that he is a master of swordsmanship."
Hearing Lin Shen's words, Lin Yuxia couldn't help but look at the long sword slung behind Lin Shen's back. In this sword was the remnant soul of her elder brother Lin Chongxiao.
"Little sister, if you are interested, can I help you match up with Brother Han?" Lin Shen smiled and winked at Lin Yuxia.
Lin Yuxia's face turned red. She thought that Han Muye and Bai Suzhen had a very close relationship. They were so-called friends and husbands and should not be bullied. She hurriedly said, "Second brother, what nonsense are you talking about?"
Then she looked at Lin Shen and said sternly: "Second brother, since you don't want to leave, what will your future practice be like?"
Lin Shen wasted ten years, wielding tens of thousands of swords, and wasted all his cultivation.
Even if it is rebuilt now, I don’t know if there is still a chance.
To practice this kind of thing is to compete with heaven for victory. If you miss a chance, it will be difficult to practice well.
"Brother, give me two ways to go."
Lin Shen looked towards the distance of Jiuxuan Mountain, his eyes flashing with light.
"The first way is to go to Sanshizhai and ask the master. For the sake of my eldest brother, the master will definitely help me. I will start cultivating my body again and it will take three years."
"The second way..."
Lin Shen lowered his head slightly, and then said: "Swing ten thousand swords, split rocks and destroy mountains."
Lin Yuxia was startled and said hurriedly: "Second brother, go and see Master Tuoba. Uncle Tuoba has a cold face and a warm heart. He will definitely..."
Before she finished speaking, she saw the smile on Lin Shen's face.
"Little sister, you know how I will choose my second brother, right?"
Lin Yuxia stamped her feet and said: "Second brother, why are you still practicing this futile method? After going around in circles, aren't you going back?"
Lin Shen shook his head and said with a smile: "It's different."
"Now that I have the guidance of my elder brother and the guidance of Brother Han, I can naturally succeed."
Lin Yuxia was stunned when she saw Lin Shen pulling the reins and turning around towards the Jiuxuan Sword Gate.
"I have thought about it. I will quit my job as an external teacher and go to the sword pavilion to be a sword guard."
"I will be in Jiange from now on, and will be close to Brother Han. If you want to, little sister, you can come to Jiange often."
Go to the sword pavilion and become a sword guard?
Is there a sword guard in the Jiuxuan Sword Sect’s sword pavilion?
A trace of confusion flashed across Lin Yuxia's face.
"Intentional?"
"I wouldn't mean it..."
"By the way, it turned out that he was the one who broke the second brother's heart? This guy is hiding deep. Next time, hum..."
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After giving the sword to Lin Shen, Han Muye felt relaxed all over when he returned to the sword pavilion.
There is a kind of comfort in it.
He could feel the joy of the sword energy in the sea of qi, and the sword energy slowly traveling through the tendons of his dantian was also much gentler.
It seems that these Sword Intentions and Sword Qi are all extremely sentimental little cuties.
It would be great if the absorbed sword energy could be so gentle when condensing the sword bone.
The feeling of scraping bones and tendons is really unpleasant.
When he returned to the entrance of Jiange, Han Muye was slightly stunned.
Huang Laoliu stood in front of the stone steps with his hands behind his back. Next to him was a female cultivator wearing a goose-yellow dress.
Sixth sister-in-law?
Han Muye coughed lightly.
Huang Laoliu and the female cultivator both turned around.
"Senior Brother." Han Muye saluted Huang Laoliu solemnly and respectfully, and then offered his hand to the female cultivator: "Senior Brother Liu -"
"Lu Qingping, Junior Brother Han, just call her Senior Sister Lu." Huang Laoliu said hurriedly.
Han Mu's ambition is really funny.
This guy has a treacherous heart but no courage. He is known as "Ping Mei" and "Six Sisters-in-law" behind his back, but he is so different in person.
"I've met Senior Sister Lu."
Han Muye said.
The female cultivator in goose-yellow clothes smiled lightly and raised her hand in return: "This is Brother Han who Zhen Xiong said is very capable?"
The female nun is not that pretty, she just has a gentle look on her face.
Huang Laoliu stood aside and smiled, as if the wrinkles on his face had relaxed a lot at this moment.
"Brother Six, why don't you invite Senior Sister Lu to come in and sit down?" Han Muye looked at Huang Laoliu.
Huang Laoliu looked calm, shook his head and said: "The rules of the sword pavilion are that no one can enter without holding a sword."
"Besides, Junior Sister Lu is not a member of my Jiuxuan Sword Sect, so she cannot break the rules."
