Die?

Even if he was prepared, Han Muye was still startled.

If you don't cultivate, you won't live for more than a year.

I knew that this Sword Pavilion was not good, but I didn't expect it to be so dangerous.

After a deep sigh, he looked at Huang Lao Liu, and arched his hand and said, "Senior, I don't know if if you can survive for a year if you have cultivation?" ”

"How is this year divided, twelve months, there will be a danger of sword qi hurting people in the first few months?"

"I wonder if the seniors can tell me what is special about the sword qi here, and if you are careful, can you survive a year?"

A few questions in a row made Huang Laoliu slightly stunned.

He glanced at Han Muye with a strange expression and said, "You really want to be a sword watcher?" ”

Don't want to.

But it's not like there's no way around it.

Han Muye nodded.

Huang Lao Liu grinned, missing two big teeth.

"Follow me."

He beckoned and let Han Muye walk into the pavilion door.

As soon as he entered the pavilion door, Han Muye only felt that his hair stood up instantly.

On the wooden frames, a long sword, stretching endlessly!

Some of the long swords flickered with a dim cold light, as if they were choosing people to devour.

Some look simple and ordinary, but they seem to be dormant beasts, and they may come out of their sheaths and hurt people.

In the darkness in the distance, there was a flickering light, as if a long sword was about to fly out.

A trace of cold breath penetrates into the bone marrow, making people can't help but tremble their teeth.

"It's okay, I'm scared to pee if I don't come in." Huang Laoliu glanced at Han Muye, then pointed to the countless sword weapons in front of him and said, "Sword watchers, just look at these swords. ”

This sword, still want to look at?

Han Muye was a little puzzled.

"The newly refined sword is okay, those who have been used, and there are still resentments in it, maybe they want to drink some blood in the middle of the night, you say, this sword must not be watched?" Huang Lao Liu grinned.

The toothless smiling face, with the dim sword light, is a little crazy.

Sword, still want to drink blood?

Han Muye regretted taking this errand a little.

"However, as a sword watcher in the Sword Pavilion, as long as you don't die, you will have ten spirit stones every month, and the benefits of other disciples of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect will be the same."

"If you can not die for ten years, then you will directly become a deacon of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect."

"If Yijiazi doesn't die, hehe......"

Huang Laoliu's other words, Han Muye didn't care anymore.

Ten spirit stones, the welfare of the inner disciples, with these, it is enough!

With his full-level understanding, he firmly believed that he could embark on the path of cultivation.

"Tempted?"

Huang Lao Liu stretched out his hand and pointed to the small room on the side: "The last sword watcher has just been gone for three days, you can live in this room first." ”

Han Muye walked into the wing room and saw that this was a quiet room, with a wooden couch and a long case in it.

In the past few days, he was also tired, and he lay down on the wooden couch and fell asleep.

By the time he woke up and walked out of the ashram, it was already daylight.

Huang Laoliu glanced at him with a strange face, led him to the small courtyard behind the attic to wash, and pointed to a few steamed buns on the stone table and said, "You have breakfast, I'll help you get waist brand clothes." ”

This Huang Lao Liu is quite enthusiastic, Han Muye hurriedly arched his hand and said, "Thank you seniors." ”

Huang Lao Liu memorized Han Muye's name, place of origin and some other information, and then walked outside.

After only a few steps, he suddenly turned around and said, "Don't call me senior, I'm not a few years older than you." ”

Han Muye, who had steamed buns stuffed in his mouth, froze there, and didn't come back to his senses until Huang Laoliu walked out of the Sword Pavilion.

Huang Laoliu has a rickety figure, gray hair, and even his teeth have fallen out, which is clearly drooping and old.

But he said that he was not a few years older than himself.

This is the sword qi injured in the Sword Pavilion?

Suddenly, Han Muye felt that the steamed bun in his hand was difficult to swallow.

Traveling through the world of cultivation, I am also ready to find a beautiful fairy and experience the taste of double cultivation.

This hasn't started yet, and you have to be like Huang Lao Liu, don't you have to be powerless?

After hurriedly eating breakfast, Han Muye walked to the wooden frame full of long swords.

Each of these swords looks extraordinary, and when it is taken to the earth, it must be priceless.

Reaching out to grasp the hilt of a long sword, Han Muye clenched his five fingers and twitched hard.

"Huh?"

Seeing that there was no one around, he let go of his hand with a slightly swollen face.

The sword was not drawn from its scabbard.

Unwillingly tried a few more times, Han Muye didn't believe in evil, and drew his sword on a wooden frame.

"Cangchang—"

After walking past a few wooden frames, he pulled out a slender sword.

The clear sword light flashed like water, and the blade was narrow and long, with a faint blue light.

"Good, cheap ......"

Han Muye's gaze fell on the body of the long sword, only to feel a bang in his head, and a picture flashed.

In front of him, there seemed to be several craftsmen wielding hammers, and sparks flew with one blow.

Tempered.

These sturdy men struck thousands of times with all their might, and the iron embryo took shape.

Quenching, grinding, adjusting, decorating.

A long sword is refined.

"Thirty-eight thousand two hundred and fifty-one heavy blows, eighty-six thousand five hundred and thirteen light hammers."

"Polishing five thousand six hundred and twenty ways, and refining the blade nine times."

"The length of the sword is two feet eight inches and nine minutes, and the width is one inch and one minute."

"The sword weighs eight pounds, six taels and seven dollars."

"The technique of nine-turn quenching, the technique of pleated forging."

Whispering in his mouth, the bright halo in Han Muye's eyes flowed.

An imperceptible breath seeped through his body, and then disappeared.

This is the blessing of the full level of understanding?

At a glance, the long sword in his hand did not have a trace of secrets, and he also comprehended two forging methods.

With such a golden finger, you are still worried about not being able to practice?

Putting the long sword back in its place, Han Muye reached out and grabbed the hilt of the other long sword again.

Without exerting any force, he already felt that he could pull out the long sword.

"What for? Do you think you're long-lived? ”

Before he drew his sword, Huang Laoliu's voice came.

Letting go of his hand, Han Muye walked out of the wooden frame.

"If you want to live longer, then stay away from these swords."

Huang Lao Liu threw the clothes and waist cards he was holding in front of Han Muye, and then said coldly: "The last sword watcher was a little more curious, and he left after staying in the Sword Pavilion for three months. ”

"Where?" Han Muye picked up the waist card and looked at it, and then shook off the blue-gray Nine Xuan Sword Sect disciple's robe.

"Where?" Huang Lao Liu laughed and said: "I died, I was sucked dry by a long sword, and I was very uneasy to leave." ”

Speaking of this, he looked at Han Muye and said, "Last night, you slept in his room and didn't hear any sound?" ”

Han Muye, who was wearing his belt, stiffened his arm.

……

The swords in the Sword Pavilion are either newly forged and waiting for the disciples to come and collect them, or the disciples of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect have fallen, and the portable sword weapons have been brought back and are waiting for the next master.

There are tens of thousands of swords hidden on the first floor of the Sword Pavilion, most of which are mortal.

There are thousands of sword weapons hidden on the second floor of the Sword Pavilion, and the lowest level is the level of high-grade spiritual weapons.

As for the third floor, Huang Lao Liu did not introduce it.

For one day, no outsiders came to the Sword Pavilion, and this Huang Lao Liu, who was only in his early thirties, told Han Muye about the general situation of the Sword Pavilion.

"The sword weapons hidden on the first floor of this Sword Pavilion are divided into twelve areas, each area is about three thousand long swords, and we sword watchers need to wipe one area every month."

"In a year's time, all swords need to be wiped at least once."

"Every year on June 6, the sword should be sunned."

"Other times, you can avoid it."

When it was time to close the pavilion door in the evening, Huang Lao Liu patted Han Muye's shoulder and said, "You kid is very interesting, I don't want you to live for more than three months." ”

When lying down on the wooden couch, Han Muye's mind was the picture of forging the long sword for a while, and the long sword blood-sucking story told by Huang Laoliu for a while.

In the middle of nowhere, a soft call suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Lang Jun, do you want to double cultivate?"