Max-Level Comprehension – Sixty Years of Sword Watch

2022-04-14

Chapter 47 The Swordsman, Ji Yuan

Choose swords, watch people first.

Han Muye watched Zhao Youzhi practice a sword technique, and then failedly muttered to oneself.

Zhao Youzhi’s sword technique is wide open and close, holding the sword in both hands, full of strength.

The sword technique of earth and stone lineage, Erxuan, Kaishan.

After the sword technique, Zhao Youzhi stood there nervously.

At this moment, he seemed to be facing the inspection of the elders in the sect.

“Zhao, Junior Brother.” Han Muye felt that he had to pull a little bit, calling himself Senior Brother, to appear authoritative.

“Senior Brother Han please speak.” Taking a deep breath, Zhao Youzhi opened the mouth and said.

The other inner sect disciple also pricked up their ears.

The two newcomers were even more curious, staring at Han Muye, who looked a little sloppy.

A piece of merit, what kind of guidance can I get?

“Junior Brother Zhao, are you left-handed?” Han Muye asked indifferently.

Left-handed?

Zhao Youzhi himself and the familiar Inner Sect Junior Brothers behind him were slightly taken aback, and then all shook their heads.

“Senior Brother Zhao is not left-handed.” An inner sect disciple spoke in a low voice, a little disappointed in his voice.

Could it be that this Senior Brother Han was competent enough when he directed the Outer Sect Disciple, but was his eyesight insufficient when facing the inner sect disciple?

Old Six Huang corner of mouth twitching, looking towards Han Muye.

No way, this business just opened, not a good start, but a good start?

Zhao Youzhi cupped his hands towards Xu Chengyi and said, “Senior Brother Han, although I have swords in both hands, but not—”

He paused when he said this.

Then he froze there, the expression on his face began to change.

The inner sect disciple behind him all looked towards him, what happened to Senior Brother Zhao?

“I remember, when I was very young, my left hand was indeed more flexible. Then, when I was seven or eight years old, my parents forced me to change it.”

Zhao Youzhi He looked up and looked towards Han Muye, with deep admiration in his eyes: “If it wasn’t for Senior Brother, I would have forgotten that I was left-handed.”

After he finished speaking, the Sword Pavilion was completely silent. .

The inner sect disciple, who had doubted Han Muye’s eyesight before, blushed.

Old Six Huang cracked his mouth, missing his big teeth, and laughed silently.

This Boy Han is amazing, even the habits that have been changed can be seen.

The eyes of the two new inner sect disciples who arrived today were full of anticipation.

Han Muye placed his finger on the table lightly, pondered for a while, and looked towards Zhao Youzhi.

“Junior Brother Zhao, have you ever thought about changing a sword technique?”

Change a sword technique?

Zhao Youzhi has been completely deceived.

What’s wrong with yourself?

A lot of questions?

“Your sword technique is well done, and the foundation is solid.”

“If you only use this sword technique, just modify a few small details.”

Fortunately, Han Muye didn’t let him be stunned for long before he spoke again.

“But I think if you don’t repair the sword technique that is stable and steady in the civil engineering lineage, and switch to the left-handed sword, you may have unexpected surprises.”

Repairing the left-handed sword.

Senior Brother Han means that if you repair your left-handed sword yourself, you may have stronger battle strength.

Zhao Youzhi was silent for a while, then shook his head and said, “Senior Brother, I think the sword cultivator should be upright, I like this sword technique.”

Han Muye nominated.

This Zhao Youzhi is a good temperament, a good man.

“The fifteenth row, No. 9526, Golden Lion.”

“The sword is three feet eight inches long and weighs thirty-one pounds.”

Opened the booklet in front of him, and Han Muye recorded it directly.

Zhao Youzhi walked over and found the long sword, with a smile on his face.

This sword looks thick and solid, and it is the sword that I think it looks like.

Han Muye asked Zhao Youzhi a few more words, pointing out the direction of improvement in his sword technique. At the end, he said, “If you want to change your sword anytime, you can come again.”

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Change swords?

Holding the Golden Lion sword, Zhao Youzhi grinned.

This sword will never be changed.

In one hour, Zhao Youzhi and the others have all chosen their swords.

“Okay, you can go now, this Sword Pavilion is not a place you can stay for long.”

Han Muye waved his hand and leaned back on the chair.

Zhao Youzhi and the others looked at each other and bowed.

“Senior Brother Han, when we return from our mission, please have a drink with Sixth Brother.” After Zhao Youzhi finished speaking, he turned around and left.

Others followed.

“Senior Brothers, it’s good to go, it’s good to go all the way…” Lu Gao shouted sincerely at the door.

In the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye stood up, took the sackcloth, and wiped the sword.

It’s time to charge sword qi.

This time, he received 2,500 sword qi, and then poured it into other swords again.

Han Muye enjoys the process of collecting sword qi and comprehending sword technique.

Old Six Huang, who was sitting in the distance, turned his head with bared teeth when he saw Han Muye’s high-spirited appearance.

He didn’t want to be abusive with Han Muye.

In the afternoon, three leading sword Disciples, one Inner Sect, and two outer sects came.

It may be that Han Muye’s reputation has not spread, these three leading swords are quite satisfactory, even if Old Six Huang expressly hinted, they are still not on the road.

stingy.

In the next two days, Han Muye was still wiping swords, collecting sword qi, pouring sword qi, and then comprehending a few sword techniques.

But Old Six Huang would be boring to sit there.

For two days, Sword Pavilion didn’t even have a dog.

At the door, Lu Gao started to doze again.

“Hey, is my Sword Pavilion a place for idlers?”

“Going to sleep at home.”

Old Six Huang put his hands behind his back and stared at Lu Gao blew his beard and stared, then walked out angrily.

“Where is Sixth Brother going?” Lu Gao was not annoyed, and shouted after him.

The eight Spirit Stone earnings have made him fall in love with his job as Sword Pavilion gatekeeper.

The gatekeeper, this is the name he gave himself.

“Excuse me, go for a walk.” Old Six Huang replied angrily and left.

“Then I’ll bring you to the cafeteria.” Lu Gao chased and shouted.

“Red Braised Pork picked a mess.” Old Six Huang paused, then hunched away.

Han Muye, who was wiping his sword, smiled and shook his head when he heard the conversation between the two.

Old Six Huang and his Guanjianguanrenda business were yellow before they officially opened.

No one has come for two days, and there is still a foodie at the door. Of course, Old Six Huang is depressed.

“Big Brother Lu, please help me go to Suzhen Building and bring these medicine ingredients.”

Han Muye walked to the door and handed a piece of paper to Lu Gao.

Here is the list of those medicine ingredients needed to make Cloud Qi Pill.

The Cloud Qi Pill on him has been exhausted these days, and he needs to refine it.

Those sword qi are big eaters of Spiritual Qi.

Lu Gao took the list and handed over: “Senior Brother Han, don’t worry, I will definitely handle this.”

Han Muye sat for a long while waiting for Lu Gao to pick up the medicine ingredients. Before the case, I narrowed my eyes slightly, familiarizing myself with the sword technique I just learned over and over again in my mind.

The sword technique can only be refined if it is regularly reviewed.

“Anyone?”

“I’ll return the sword.”

Suddenly, a voice came from the Sword Pavilion door.

Hoan sword?

Who has fallen?

Han Muye looked up and saw a man wearing an inner sect disciple white robed youth with a calm face, holding a long sword in both hands and walking towards the Sword Pavilion.

“The rules of the Sword Pavilion are that you are not allowed to enter unless you are leading swords.”

“You don’t know the rules, or is it not my Nine Mysteries Sword Sect Disciple at all?”

Han Muye stands up and speaks lightly.

The white-shirted Disciple was stunned, the outstretched footsteps stopped, slowly retracted, and stood at the door holding the sword in both hands.

“Inner sect disciple Su Yang Senior Brother has fallen, I will bring him with his sword.”

Su Yang!

That sword!

Han Muye’s mind instantly appeared in the image of the sword inserted into the heart of the green-clothed woman, and the image of Ji Yuan, the eighth outer sect, who fell off the cliff.

Ji Yuan?

Looking up, Han Muye shuddered slightly.

The person holding the sword in front of him looks like Ji Yuan in eight parts!

(End of this chapter)