After Huang Laoliu finished speaking, he froze.
His daisy face showed a shy blush. He turned his head and stared at Han Muye, but he did not dare to look down the stone steps.
"Ahem, Sixth Brother, I bought this sword myself."
Han Muye tapped the sword in Lu Qingping's hand with his chin.
Huang Laoliu turned his head mechanically.
Lu Qingping quickly lowered her head and said softly: "I'm just here to deliver this sword."
Hearing her words, Han Muye hurriedly stepped forward and took the sword: "Thank you very much, Senior Sister Liu——Lu."
Lu Qingping turned around and left.
Disappointment flashed across Huang Laoliu's face.
"Brother Six, it's getting late. Sister-in-law Six is worried about going back alone. There are many wolves in the mountains -" Han Muye shouted loudly.
Huang Laoliu whispered: "You are the only one who is troublesome."
Having said that, people are already chasing Lu Qingping.
"Brother Six, do you want to bring dinner? Do you want bones or meat?" Lu Gao shouted and came over.
Han Muye glared at him: "You are the only one who is troublesome."
Lu Gao grinned.
Practitioners are not too particular about food. Three meals a day is fine, or two meals every three days is fine.
It is normal to practice to a high and deep level, drink dew to subdue Qi, and cut off grains.
Han Muye had never seen the elder of Jiange eat.
Holding the sword in his hand, Han Muye went straight back to the quiet room of the sword pavilion.
Lin Shen looked at the sky, turned around and left.
Lu Gao stood at the door with a look of confusion on his face.
"Aren't you going to have dinner?"
"No, then should I wait until Brother Six comes back and then close the door, or should I close it now..."
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In the quiet room, Han Muye put down the white tiger scroll that Tuoba Cheng gave him, holding it on the hilt of the sword, with a trace of hesitation on his face.
He is familiar with this sword.
Today in Fangshi, he recognized this sword at a glance.
This is the one hidden in Huang Laoliu's hand.
Usually, Huang Laoliu is a very precious child and wipes it constantly.
Who among the men in this world doesn’t want to have a sword in his hand?
Yesterday, Huang Laoliu sold the sword in order to collect the spiritual stones to buy Lu Qingping's sword.
After hesitating again and again, Han Muye released his grip on the sword hilt.
No matter what secrets there are in the sword, they belong to Huang Laoliu himself.
Can not look.
Putting the long sword on the table, Han Muye slowly unfolded the white tiger scroll given by Tuoba Cheng.
This is a picture of a tiger with hanging eyes and a white forehead descending a mountain.
On the precipitous and majestic mountain peaks, a giant white tiger seemed to be surrounded by wind and thunder. It opened its mouth to hiss and stared straight ahead.
The tiger hairs on this white tiger's body are all visible one by one.
Subconsciously, Han Muye turned his gaze to Bai Hu's eyes.
The eyes of this white tiger reveal majesty and loneliness, as if roaring in the forest, all beasts are subdued.
After viewing it several times, this painting is indeed very impressive.
That's it?
Isn't it?
If it were that simple, Tuoba Cheng wouldn't have given the painting to him so preciously, and would have asked him to contemplate it.
Slowly closing his eyes, Han Muye recalled the content of the scroll.
In his mind, a picture emerged.
White tiger illustration.
Where does this picture come from?
Lin Shen said that this was done after Tuoba Cheng was injured in order to channelize his own energy and blood that was difficult to suppress.
How to draw Qi and blood by tracing the scroll?
Opening his eyes, Han Muye's eyes fell on the tiger hairs.
He reached out his hand and gently touched the scroll.
"boom--"
"Roar--"
A low roar sounded in the quiet room, and strong winds blew throughout the quiet room, and the suspended dust was shattered by the hair-like sword energy.
The countless tiger hairs on the white tiger's body, each one, is a sword energy!
At this time, all the sword energy in the scroll was activated, and an unknown amount of sword energy was suspended and wreaking havoc in the quiet room.
In Han Muye's mind, a white tiger roared and clashed everywhere, seeming to choose someone to devour at any time.
The white tiger slowly turned its head and met Han Muye's eyes.
At that moment, Han Muye felt as if he was about to be torn into pieces by the tiger's claws.
"Buzz——"
The sword vibrated in his sea of energy, and the image of the white tiger in his mind shattered and disappeared.
The sword energy in the room also subsided and turned into the tiger hair on the scroll again.
Han Muye took a deep breath and stared at the white tiger picture in front of him.
No wonder no one in Sanshizhai can understand this picture.
This is not at all a picture drawn to channelize Qi and blood!
Everyone in Sanshizhai thought that this scroll was filled with Tuoba's excess energy and blood, and the secret behind it was all about body refining.
In fact, there is not a trace of blood in this scroll, but endless sword energy!
Tuoba Cheng did not integrate his own energy and blood into the scroll, but integrated the sword energy he had cultivated into the scroll.
"The sword energy turns into silk, as soft as hair."
"When the white tiger comes out of the mountain, it looks like it's about to collapse."
The excess sword energy of Tuoba is sealed in this scroll. If these sword energies are used by imperial envoys, they can kill the enemy in a duel, no less than a spiritual weapon.
The most important thing is that this scroll contains the method of condensing sword energy, as well as the sword power that Tuoba Cheng has condensed.
Like tigers roaring in the mountains and forests, wind and clouds sweep across.
Just now, if there wasn't enough sword intent stored in the air sea and it was strong enough, Han Muye would have collapsed just by looking at the sword power.
However, Tuoba Cheng's sword power has not yet been perfected, and the white tiger has not yet reached the point of going down the mountain without returning.
Han Muye's eyes shone with light.
This Uncle Tuoba actually deceived everyone.
What sword skills backfired, what injuries were so severe that they could not recover for twelve years.
He is clearly cultivating a sword power!
The sword is powerful, and it can be said to be invincible under the heavenly realm!
"Uncle, ah, uncle, you really think highly of me..."
Han Muye looked at the scroll and chuckled.
Tuoba Cheng is not afraid of the sword power and sword energy on the white tiger scroll, so he can kill him directly?
Thinking of the Jiange elder's refusal to save him, Han Muye shook his head slightly.
Perhaps in the eyes of these strong men, opportunities coexist with danger.
If you want to get the opportunity, you have to accept the danger.
If you want to receive its honor, you must bear its weight?
If you really can't bear it, then you will die.
After carefully hanging the scroll on the wall of the quiet room, Han Muye took a few steps back and looked up and down.
Well, the quiet room has a bit more elegance and a bit more momentum.
Looking at the white tiger down the mountain, Han Muye smiled on his face.
Whether it is the sword energy, sword power, or the effect of this scroll on the enemy, it is a valuable treasure for him.
Uncle Master's reward is really not cheap.
"Brother Six, you are finally back -"
At the entrance of Jiange, Lu Gao's resentful voice came.
It's dark today. Huang Laoliu came back a little early.
Han Muye took the sword from the table and was about to walk out of the quiet room when there was a knock on the door.
"Sixth brother came back early enough. Sixth sister-in-law didn't keep you..." Han Muye winked twice.
Huang Laoliu shook his head, with a solemn expression on his face, and looked at Han Muye's sword.
Han Muye smiled and handed the sword back.
"Brother Six, you are willing to do it for Sister Six. This sword has been with you for three or four years, right?"
Huang Laoliu took the sword and rubbed it with his palms, with a complicated expression on his face.
"It has been six and a half years. Half a year after I came to Jiange, there was some trouble in Jiange. Apart from the elders, I was the only one who died among the sword watchers."
"It scares me at night, so I sleep with it in my arms."
Huang Laoliu clenched his sword tightly, then raised his head and looked at Han Muye.
"Brother Han, I, Huang Laoliu, am afraid I won't be able to repay the debt of 20,000 spirit stones."
There was suppressed emotion in his eyes.
"I will pass on the Condensing Sword Technique to you. This is the only one I can use."
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ps: Thank you to my book friends Big White Rabbit Milk Candy, Wandering in the Landscape, Garden Belly Silly Dog, Piao Ran Si Bu Qun, How Big a Bear Is, Jung, 20211210173514801296520, Hell Fish Head, and I am a Blessed One. Thank you for your reward, brothers, for your support in reading. In the new book issue, reading will determine the recommended position in the next chapter.
This book was recommended by everyone with help, thank you.
I'll do my best to update it once it's released. (Like Huang Laoliu, this is the only thing I can do.)
If I have the chance, I will also open a book club group and invite everyone to chat together.
