When he got up early the next day, Han Muye found that he had a short sword on his couch.

The sword was no more than two feet eight inches long, and it shone with blue light.

Reaching out and grasping the hilt of the sword, Han Muye was slightly stunned.

Purple Flame.

This is the rusty Ancestor Saber from yesterday, Zi Yan.

It's just that the Ziyan Sword at this time has completely changed, and if it is an outsider, it will never be recognizable.

The sword body was ordinary, but holding the hilt of the sword, Han Muye could feel the blazing fire in the sword body, reflecting each other with the sword qi in his body.

The warm breath spreads from the arms to the whole body.

"You're trying to follow me?"

With a whisper in his mouth, Han Muye walked to the small courtyard with his sword and began to practice swinging his sword.

Dozens of swordsmanship flashed between his blades.

The sword light was suddenly solemn, suddenly gentle, sometimes with fiery, sometimes as if cold.

With so many different moods and different powers, if outsiders practiced swords like this, the body meridians would have been destroyed into rags.

But these swordsmanship skills were in Han Muye's hands, changing at will, swaying wantonly, and there was no obstruction.

The various sword qi in his illusory space continued to change and wander in his meridians along with his swordsmanship.

It's a very comfortable feeling.

Huang Lao Liu, who came to the small courtyard, looked at it for a while, and then shook his head.

He couldn't understand what Han Muye meant by wielding his sword there.

Of course, he would not dissuade Han Muye.

In Huang Laoliu's opinion, Han Muye only has less than three months left to live, so he can toss it.

As soon as no one came to the Sword Pavilion in the morning, Han Muye pestered Huang Laoliu to talk about various anecdotes in the cultivation world.

Huang Lao Liu has been in the Sword Pavilion for more than seven years, and he has been fighting in the Nine Xuan Sword Sect, and he has heard a lot of stories from various cultivation circles.

For example, in the Western Xinjiang, which sword cultivation sects are there, which one of the Nine Xuan Sword Sects is not dealing with, and which one is an ally.

There is also the highest cultivation in the Western Xinjiang, who is the tallest cultivator, and which sect likes to make stumbling behind the scenes.

True and false, just like the parents in the cultivation world, Han Muye listened to it with relish.

He felt that this world of cultivation was also full of human feelings and vulgar desires, and the red dust was chaotic.

talked about the cultivation world, and Han Muye purged Huang Laoliu to talk about the Nine Xuan Sword Gate.

Huang Lao Liu yawned for a long time, but he couldn't resist Han Muye's entanglement, so he had to talk to him about the elders in the Nine Xuan Sword Sect, the descendants, and the elites in the sect.

"As long as you don't offend these people, we don't need to look at anyone's face in the door."

"Anyway, we're a bad life, there's nothing to be afraid of."

Standing up with a yawn, Huang Lao Liu shook his head and said, "I'm going to sleep, I wiped the sword yesterday, but it hurt my vitality." ”

Speaking of this, he turned his head to look at Han Muye, with a hint of curiosity on his face: "Why do you have such a good face?" ”

Indeed, at this time, Han Muye's face was ruddy, and he was not tired at all.

You must know that he was injured by the sword qi yesterday and was half dead.

When he said this, Han Muye himself was puzzled.

"Maybe it's the effect of the high-quality solid pill." Without waiting for Han Muye to figure it out, Huang Lao Liu had already made up the reason.

"When I get it next month, I'll also make a high-quality solid pill to try."

Huang Lao Liu said as he turned back to his quiet room.

Han Muye shook his head, stood up, and came to the wooden frame where the long sword was placed.

He reached out and grabbed the hilt of a long sword and drew it gently.

The blade of the sword roared softly, as if with joy.

Picking up the linen cloth that wiped the long sword, Han Muye wiped the blade of the sword, and then returned the long sword to the sheath.

In the process of wiping the long sword, he could clearly feel that the sword qi in his body was infused into the blade of the long sword, and the sword qi contained in the long sword also penetrated into his body.

The long sword infused with sword qi was even clearer, and there was also a wisp of sword qi in his body.

A win-win situation.

Walking to the wooden frame, Han Muye began to wipe the long swords that Huang Lao Liu wiped yesterday.

Anyway, being idle is also idle, wiping the sword, you can also get some sword energy, and when you encounter a used long sword, you can better understand swordsmanship.

Before he knew it, more than half an hour had passed, and he had already wiped a hundred long swords, and he had comprehended three kinds of swordsmanship in the middle.

The swordsmanship used by low-level disciples, and many of the swordsmanship contained in them, overlapped.

But in the process of comprehension, Han Muye's comprehension was different according to the swordsmanship made by different people.

For example, the Xuanyuan swordsmanship leaf, some people use it like a dead leaf, and it is not light, but some people use it as if a new sprout is germinating, full of vitality.

Wiping the long sword, the swordsmanship corroborates each other, and Han Muye's understanding of swordsmanship is deeper.

"Huang Lao Liu!"

As he was wiping the long sword, a voice came from the door of the Sword Pavilion.

Han Muye turned around and saw a young man in a white robe from the inner door standing there, looking out.

Got business?

"Ahem," coughing lightly, Han Muye strode forward, and shouted with his hands behind his back: "In the Sword Pavilion of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate, there is no noise. ”

The young man was stunned for a moment, and looked Han Muye up and down.

"Not Huang Lao Liu? When did the newcomers come to the Sword Pavilion? Muttering, he stretched out his hand and handed a burlap bag to Han Muye.

"New here?"

"I'll change my sword."

Change the sword?

There is a saying in the Sword Pavilion that the sword can be changed, but it requires the great merit of the sect, or the handwritten certificate of the elder, before it can be changed.

Han Muye frowned, took the burlap bag, untied it, and his face changed.

In the sackcloth bag is a broken sword.

The sword body that was broken into several pieces, and there were gaps in the Dao.

Reaching out and holding the hilt of the sword, there was a picture from the broken sword.

A young man in a white robe held a long sword with a cold expression.

The long sword in his hand stabbed out towards the bluestone bi in front of him, and each sword was pointed in one place.

Erxuan swordsmanship, gold pointing.

Comprehending this swordsmanship, Han Muye frowned even more.

The gold point swordsmanship is all about the point, and the sword blade doesn't need to really touch the bluestone at all.

But the sword in front of him was not only broken at the tip of the sword, but also had a lot of gaps on the blade.

"How did this sword break?"

Han Muye spoke in a deep voice.

"Hey, boy, are you taking too much care?" The young man who came to change the sword raised his eyebrows and shouted in a low voice: "Let you change the sword, just change it." ”

Han Muye sat down in front of the long case, spread his hands and said, "You don't say why the sword is broken, how can I change it for you?" ”

Hearing his words, the young man sneered: "This sword was broken by Senior Brother Luo Tian, if you don't change it, I will go back and report it." ”

Luo Tian?

Han Muye thought for a moment and shook his head.

Not an elder deacon, nor a lineage.

Then it's fine.

Seeing Han Muye shaking his head, the young man in front of him turned pale, looked at Han Muye and smiled angrily: "Okay, good, the new boy, don't fall into my hands." ”

With that, he grabbed the short sword on the table.

Han Muye raised his hand to block it, and said lightly: "The sword weapon is damaged, and if you enter the Sword Pavilion, you will have to register and destroy it." ”

"You-" The young man's hand was in the air, pointing at Han Muye, gritting his teeth and saying, "Boy, this sword belongs to Senior Brother Luo Tian—"

"Even if it is the sword of the sect master, if you enter the Sword Pavilion, you must also register like this." Han Muye spread out the book, and the ink brush brushed and recorded it.

"The inner disciple Luo Tian damaged a sword weapon for no reason, and it is now included in the Sword Pavilion."

After writing, he looked up and said, "What's your name?" ”

The young man was stunned, a little uncertain, and said, "What for?" ”

With a hint of a smile on his face, Han Muye said softly: "All those who damage sword weapons for no reason are not allowed to step into the Sword Pavilion within three years, and the merits required to exchange sword weapons will be doubled after three years." ”

"What's your name? I'll give you a note too. ”

The young man's expression changed, he flicked his sleeves, turned around and left.

Han Muye chuckled lightly, and put down his pen to add two words to the book just now.

Purple Flame.