How much older than me?
These words really shocked Meng Fan!
Meng Fan was only nineteen years old. Senior Brother Luo had white hair and wrinkles on his face. He looked like an old man, but he actually said he was a few years older than him?
What kind of number is this?
"When I entered Jiange three years ago, I was just an ordinary outer disciple. I was only twenty-five years old at that time." Senior Brother Luo twirled the white hair on his temples and said with some regret.
He was twenty-five years old three years ago. Doesn't it mean that Senior Brother Luo is only twenty-eight years old now, not yet thirty?
This...how did he end up looking like an old man?
"Senior brother, you..." Meng Fan asked hesitantly.
He didn't finish the question because it was tantamount to exposing someone's wounds.
But Senior Brother Luo obviously understood Meng Fan's question. He shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Why am I acting like this? It's not because I am guarding the sword in the sword pavilion!"
"In the sword pavilion, some of the newly refined swords are fine. They are not contaminated with any evil spirit."
"But those swords that have experienced countless fights and drank countless blood were taken back to the sword pavilion after the death of their master, but how could they remain peaceful and peaceful here?"
"Once their evil aura breaks out, we, the sword-guarding disciples, will be the unlucky ones."
"This is also the reason why I asked you before if you had offended anyone and were placed here."
Senior Brother Luo sighed, his face full of helplessness.
"Sword guarding disciple, you must suffer!"
He patted Meng Fan on the shoulder to comfort him.
After all, we are in the same boat.
"Thank you, Senior Brother Luo, for teaching me this." Meng Fan thanked Senior Brother Luo.
Senior Brother Luo waved his hand and said, "The new sword-guarding disciple who came here just three months ago couldn't hold on anymore. He just left a few days ago. I hope you can hold on for a few more days!"
Meng Fan was helpless. Others could still leave, but in his current situation, Deacon Wang tricked him into it, and he couldn't leave even if he wanted to.
But then again, he had no enmity with Deacon Wang, so why would he cheat him?
This needs to be investigated carefully!
In the following time, Senior Brother Luo was introducing Meng Fan to the Sword Pavilion, as well as some of the things and rules that a sword-guarding disciple needs to do.
Soon, the sun sets.
Senior Brother Luo closed the door of the Jiange Pavilion and said to Meng Fan: "At this point every day, the Jiange Pavilion is closed and no one is welcome. This is the rule of the Jiange Pavilion. Even if the sect master comes, it will be useless!"
Of course, that's what I said.
If the sect master really came, would anyone dare to stop him?
After closing the sword pavilion door, Senior Brother Luo led Meng Fan to a small room.
"This is your residence. Although the sword-guarding disciple has not left for a few days, everything inside has been cleaned up. You can just stay here."
Meng Fan glanced at the room. Although it was small, it was very clean and tidy.
Of course, even if you want to, you can't mess up.
There was only one bed, one table, and one stool in the room.
The bedding on the bed is new, which is very considerate.
"Thank you, Senior Brother Luo!"
"You're welcome, I live next door to you. If you have any questions, just come to me."
After saying that, Senior Brother Luo returned to his room and ignored Meng Fan again.
Night had just fallen, and in terms of time on earth, it was only about seven o'clock in the evening, so Meng Fan was naturally not sleepy.
He walked out of the room and came to the main hall on the first floor of Jiange.
Rows of wooden stands and rows of swords exuded a chilling chill.
From now on, he will have to deal with these swords.
It had only been two days since he traveled to this world, and Meng Fan had almost no formal contact with this world of cultivation.
Apart from anything else, he didn't even have a sword of his own in the Shushan Sword Sect.
Meng Fan casually picked up an inconspicuous long sword and prepared to feel it.
He didn't dare to touch those swords that looked very strong, fearing that he wouldn't be able to withstand them, so he picked an inconspicuous one.
The moment Meng Fan touched the sword, whether it was an illusion or not, a piece of information suddenly appeared in his mind.
[The name of the sword is Qingyu. 】
[It weighs three kilograms and two taels, and the sword body is three feet and one inch. 】
[Dark iron is used as material, Qingyuan wood is used as fire, and it is forged using the Hundred Refining Forging Method after three days and three nights. 】
When he touches a sword, he can get some information about the sword.
This should be a small benefit brought to him by his talent [Swordsmanship and Spirituality].
However, this information has no real effect.
The innate ability of swordsmanship and spiritual communication is far more than that!
"Clang——"
Meng Fan pulled out the herring sword.
The moment he pulled out the Herring Sword, a breath that was almost invisible to the naked eye penetrated into Meng Fan's body and flowed into his meridians.
Meng Fan frowned slightly.
He seemed to notice something, but he didn't sense anything.
What a strange feeling!
What is it that enters your body?
Meng Fan put the herring on the wooden stand, then picked out a sword again.
The moment he touched the sword, another message appeared in Meng Fan's mind.
[The name of the sword is Bai Yu. 】
[It weighs one pound and seven taels, and the sword body is two feet and six inches. 】
[Feiyu wood is used as the material, the carving method is drawn with silk, and the sword is soaked in the blood of the blood jade beast for seven days and seven nights. 】
This is a wooden sword that has not been forged with hammer fire and is purely carved.
But just such a wooden sword is more powerful than the hundred-refined black iron sword [Blue Fish] just now.
However, what people didn't expect was that a burst of evil energy suddenly erupted from the Feiyu sword in Meng Fan's hand.
The previous herring sword was a brand-new sword that had just been refined. It did not kill people and was stained with blood, and there was no evil aura.
But this Feiyu sword was collected in the sword pavilion after its owner died in battle.
This sword was stained with countless blood, especially after the death of its owner, the evil spirit contained in this sword became even more intense.
The moment Meng Fan came into contact with the sword, the evil energy exploded and began to bite Meng Fan back!
If you are a monk with high cultivation level, you can naturally crush this evil spirit easily.
But Meng Fan's cultivation level is almost zero, and he has no ability to deal with this evil spirit!
Once this sword evil enters his body, Meng Fan will lose half of his life.
He is too weak!
Just when Meng Fan was anxious and a little desperate.
[Swordsmanship] This talent has officially shown its power!
The sword evil that rushed into his body immediately disappeared.
As the sword demon was eliminated, a woman in flowing white clothes suddenly appeared in Meng Fan's mind.
This woman is holding a flying feather sword and dancing with it.
The swordsmanship is extremely elegant!
Not only is his swordsmanship elegant, but his steps are even more impressive.
"Flying Feather Sword Technique"
"Jinghong Step"
After the sword evil was eliminated, Meng Fan saw the "memory" remaining in the sword and learned two martial arts.
With the blessing of the talent of [Swordsmanship and Spirituality], the Feiyu Sword Technique learned by Meng Fan was more proficient and mellow than that performed by the woman in white.
But he had only scratched the surface of the "Jinghong Step" footwork.
Because the talent of Swordsmanship only benefits swordsmanship.
Therefore, although Meng Fan saw two martial arts through Bai Yujian's "Sword Demon Memory", only the sword technique could be learned and mastered directly.
"However, this is enough!"
