A half-spirit weapon is not too valuable, but in an ordinary sect, it is also a treasure.

This sword weapon is not very good, anyway, it is a reward for the party.

Zhao Pu left, and Han Muye returned to the Sword Pavilion to tell Huang Lao Liu about the matter.

"Isn't that easy?" Huang Laoliu opened his mouth and opened a book.

"Three-eight-five-four sword, phantom light."

Han Muye walked along the wooden frame and found the location of the sword.

On the wooden frame, there is no need to look for it, a sword weapon with golden light shining all over its body and surging streamers has come into view.

This sword is overwhelming.

Han Muye stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and after a while, a trace of strangeness flashed on his face, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl.

Huang Laoliu's sword watchers over the years have not done it for nothing, and the sword he chose is really suitable as a reward for the party.

The sword is tempered with steel throughout, and it is a treasure among mortal weapons.

The appearance is even more impeccable.

But this sword, you really can only look at it.

This sword was specially made during the Great Ceremony of the original sect and was used for disciples to perform martial arts.

sacrificed flexibility, just for the sword to dazzle, and the sword was like a silver bottle exploding.

This sword is naturally a rare treasure in the hands of a low-level cultivator.

But in the hands of the masters, it is completely chicken ribs.

The sword intent was infused, and it was instantly shattered.

Carrying this illusory light long sword and walking to the side of the long case, Huang Lao Liu smiled and said, "Beautiful, right?" ”

Pretty.

At the door, Lu Gao stretched out his head to look and lick his tongue.

This sword is so fucking beautiful.

Han Muye smiled and gave Huang Lao Liu a thumbs up.

Huang Laoliu proudly registered and said, "Sixth brother, I haven't eaten idle meals in the Sword Pavilion all these years. ”

At the doorway, Lu Gao retracted his head.

After Huang Lao Liu registered, Han Muye loaded the long sword with the sword box and walked out of the gate of the Sword Pavilion.

"I'll be with you." Lin Shen stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "I am now a Sword Protector of the Sword Pavilion. ”

Going to Sanshizhai?

Han Muye nodded, Lin Shen should also want to go.

The two of them rushed forward and one after the other.

On Han Muye's body, there was qi and blood that slowly condensed and surged, and then turned into a faint iron bull phantom.

It didn't take half an hour, and they had already arrived at Sanshizhai.

Lin Shen stood in front of the Sanshizhai Gate, with a complicated look on his face.

At this time, Sanshizhai was empty, and most of the disciples should have gone to deal with the sect gathering.

Han Muye reported at the door, and the two young disciples led him and Lin Shen to find Tuoba Cheng.

These two young disciples didn't know Lin Shen.

In the lobby on the second floor, the gray-haired Tuoba Cheng was lying on the long desk, holding an ink pen and tracing something there.

"Han Muye has seen Uncle Tuoba."

Han Muye bowed slightly.

Tuoba Cheng raised his head, Lin Shen bowed and hugged his fists: "Disciple Lin Shen, please meet the master." ”

The two young disciples who led the way were startled and hurriedly set their eyes on Lin Shen.

I haven't seen Lin Shen, but I've heard of him.

Tuoba Cheng didn't seem to expect Lin Shenlai to come, his gaze lingered on him for a while, and then nodded slightly.

"Don't waste your cultivation."

Lin Shen raised his head and nodded heavily with a somewhat excited expression: "Disciple follow the teachings." ”

With that, he clenched his fists and exited the door.

Han Muye held the wooden box in his hand in front of Tuoba Cheng.

"Uncle Shi, this is a sword weapon prepared for the sect assembly."

He opened the sword case for Takuba's eyes.

Tuoba Cheng's gaze swept over the golden long sword, and grinned: "Stinky boy, there are a lot of doorways. ”

After speaking, he reached out to catch the wooden box and threw it to the side.

"Boy, this time the sect can't reward you with anything."

Tuoba Cheng looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye was just about to speak, when Tuoba Cheng reached out and picked up the yellowed paper scroll that he had just traced on the long case.

"I have a white tiger diagram here, you take it to visualize, it may be beneficial for you to refine your body and practice your sword."

Without waiting for Han Muye to take a closer look at the picture, Tuoba Cheng had already rolled up the picture and stuffed it into Han Muye's hand.

"Hey, I have a bunch of disciples under Sanshizhai, but none of them can understand this picture."

"Back then—"

When Tuoba Cheng said this, he looked at Lin Shen who was standing at the door, shook his head, and stopped talking.

Han Muye held the scroll in both hands, then bowed down and said, "Thank you Uncle for the reward." ”

On the way back to the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye saw Lin Shen's gaze unconsciously glance at the scroll in his hand.

"Sect Leader Lin knows this scroll?"

The head of the sect is used to this title, and Han Muye is too lazy to change it.

Hearing Han Muye's words, Lin Shen nodded, with a complicated look on his face.

"The alchemy of the master's cultivation is domineering, and the sword in the Fierce Demon Valley is counterattacking, and it is difficult for him to cultivate himself, and his qi and blood have nowhere to pour, so he will depict the white tiger every day."

"In this white tiger picture, it is said that the inheritance of the master's body refining technique is hidden."

Inheritance?

So precious?

Han Muye's footsteps paused, and he only felt that this picture scroll was hot.

Anything that involves inheritance is hot.

Under the Sanshi Zhai Sect, there are many masters.

Seeing his appearance, Lin Shen smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, no one will come to grab this inheritance." ”

"This picture will be hung in the lobby of Sanshizhai for three or two months every year, and for so many years, no one in Sanshizhai can understand it."

"Back then—" Lin Shen shook his head, a trace of regret flashed on his face, and he said in a low voice: "Back then, my eldest brother was only appreciated by his master because of his superb understanding. ”

Lin Chongxiao.

In Sanshizhai just now, Tuoba Cheng should have also remembered Lin Chongxiao, right?

Most of those who like to practice physical exercises are poor in understanding and are willing to make up for their clumsiness.

There can be one or two inheritance with good understanding, and Tuoba Cheng naturally likes it.

Pity.

The two of them hurried again, but they were a little silent.

When I saw the Sword Pavilion from afar, it was already the sunset of the West Mountain.

Han Muye saw a figure at the corner of the mountain road in front of him from a distance, circling there.

"Senior Sister Lu?"

"You're here to see Sixth Brother, right?"

"Why not?"

Han Muye's voice shook the figure pacing in circles over there, and turned around to look, who is it not Lu Qingping?

"Senior Brother Han."

Lu Qingping looked at Han Muye, and nodded to Lin Shen on the side.

"Senior Brother Han, I, I'm not here to find Brother Zhenxiong, I'm—"

Before Lu Qingping finished speaking, Han Muye had already strode forward and shouted at the Sword Pavilion: "Sixth brother, Senior Sister Lu is looking for you!" ”

In the Sword Pavilion, Huang Lao Liu "swished" out.

Lu Qingping stood there, her face turned red, she stomped her foot lightly, and walked towards the Sword Pavilion.

Han Muye walked fast, came to Huang Lao Liu, carried Lu Qingping on his back, and squeezed his eyebrows at Huang Lao Liu.

Huang Lao Liu made a straight face and glared at him.

"Senior sister, your sect gathering is about to start, but you have to prepare well."

Huang Lao Liu put his hands behind his back, and his words were very official.

Lu Qingping nodded, but she didn't dare to look at Huang Lao Liu.

The two of them stood on the stone steps, and the other stood at the bottom of the stone steps, three feet away.

Han Muye waved his hand and motioned for Lu Gao and Lin Shen, who were watching the excitement, to follow him.

Over there, Huang Lao Liu spoke again: "Senior sister, have you chosen the sword weapon today?" ”

Hearing Huang Laoliu say the sword, Lu Qingping's heartbeat was even stronger, and she hurriedly raised the sword in her hand.

Seeing Lu Qingping holding the sword in his hand, Huang Laoliu's face changed, he turned his head to look at Han Muye, and blurted out: "What you chose for your sixth sister-in-law is this broken sword?" ”

Han Muye opened his mouth slightly and looked at the sword in Lu Qingping's hand.

Lu Qingping stood there, her face as red as a burning cloud.

Sixth sister-in-law.