Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Choose a sword.

This is one of the benefits of a disciple who has just entered the Sword Pool, and it is just like Wu Jian, it is a chance.

Although this opportunity is no longer possible in the eyes of the disciples who entered the hall.

However, what's the use of choosing a sword that has been corroded like this?

Li Si looked at the long sword Han Muye was pointing at, with a hint of thought on his face.

"Han Wuxie, what do you mean?" On the side, a burly young man showed displeasure on his face, and said in a low voice, "How can Li Si be considered your friend? How dare you cheat him like this?"

The sword that Han Muye was referring to was clearly a broken sword.

With such a sword in hand, it is difficult to even practice swordsmanship, let alone use it against the enemy.

You know, after the disciples choose the saber, they need to complete some practice tasks.

If you go out with such a sword, you might be cut off by someone when you confront someone.

"Hehe, Han Wuxie, you think of the opportunity to lead the sword too simply." A young disciple with a jade belt around his waist came over and reached out to lift the long sword Han Muye was pointing at.

The blade of this scabbard long sword is mottled, and there are gaps in many places. It is covered with rust, and the cloud patterns on the blade can no longer be seen.

Shaking the sword off lightly, the young man shook his head, and then put the sword back to its original place.

"Let me tell you how the rumored opportunity came about."

"There may be some high-quality standard swords, but they have been marked by the disciples who have accepted the swords. They will hand over these swords individually to the sword leader after receiving the benefits or greetings from a senior."

"When we started, who had a special status, who was the reincarnation of the senior, who was gifted, and who had a wealth, didn't you know as a sect?"

"Among these standard swords, you can't possibly miss anything."

The young man's words made a group of disciples around nod their heads, and many of them showed disappointment and turned to look at the pile of broken swords.

The standard can't be missed, so what about these broken swords?

The young man who spoke saw everyone's thoughts and shook his head: "Don't even think about these broken swords."

"Not to mention those who are qualified to enter the sword pool, the swords of other seniors will be inspected layer by layer, but those with some things will be hidden."

"These are all sword weapons that have been touched many times."

The young man laughed, pointed at those swords, and then looked at Han Muye: "If you say they are swords, you already value them."

Putting these broken swords here has no meaning.

A group of leading sword disciples looked at each other, with wry smiles on their faces, and turned to look at the standard swords.

As for Han Muye, in their view, he is just a fool trying to get a chance.

"Han Wuxie, leave them alone." Li Si took a deep breath and looked at the long sword Han Muye had chosen.

"You also think that I am thinking wildly?" Han Muye looked at Li Si.

With a solemn expression on his face, he reached out to grab a sword that was not only severely corroded, but also had a broken blade.

One picture after another appeared in Han Muye's mind.

"Practice swordsmanship at the age of thirteen, become an elite among his peers in Jianchi at the age of eighteen, and go down the mountain to station at the age of thirty-six. He has experienced three thousand battles and killed countless people."

"One hundred and sixty-five years old, held a sword and fought with Xuan Qin's priest, lost and died of serious injuries."

"Sun Ji is a true swordsman."

Putting down the sword in his hand, Han Muye held another one.

The sword was even more broken, with a deep crack on the spine of the sword.

"Fang Yuanzi, the fifty-ninth generation disciple of Jianchi."

"Practice for three hundred and eighty years, and died at the end of life. The sword in my hand fought with people three hundred and sixty-four times."

"The strongest time was when he confronted the three gangsters from the Heaven Realm. His sword was almost broken, and he was seriously injured. From then on, he couldn't make any progress in his cultivation."

...

Every time Han Muye held a sword, he stroked the rusty texture with his palm, muttering to himself.

Surprised on Li Si's face, he stared at Han Muye.

How did you get these messages?

Han Muye turned his head and looked at Li Si: "Each of these swords is a swordsman's life."

"They are not stories, they are every ray of light that supports the brilliance of the Tiger Spirit World."

Standing up, Han Muye picked up a broken sword, turned around and walked out of the hall.

Li Si who stood there was silent for a long time before he grasped the long sword that Han Muye was pointing at.

"Okay, each of these swords is a ray of light."

"From now on, you will be my light."

When holding the sword in his hand, Li Si seemed to feel a force pouring into his body from the broken sword.

...

When Han Muye returned to the cottage, Liu Jun was already waiting for him.

"According to your request, Patriarch Wuxie, our Jianchi disciples have searched in the thirty thousand li battlefield."

"In our Tiger Spirit Realm, there are more than 3,600 qualified people, but," Liu Jun paused, and said in a low voice, "None of them have the induction mentioned by the Patriarch."

Han Muye asked Jianchi to quietly search for Mu Wan in the 30,000-mile battlefield.

It's a pity, maybe Jianchi's strength is not enough, or people who are really not in the Tiger Spirit Realm, this time there is no trace of Mu Wan's soul reincarnation.

Han Muye nodded, and said in a low voice, "Let me go find it myself."

"The disciples are also with the patriarch." Liu Jun said hastily.

Although the current Han Muye's strength has recovered a lot, in the eyes of Liu Jun and the elders of Jianchi, he is still a lot worse.

Without the combat power of the Immortal Realm, it is not easy to go to the 30,000-mile battlefield to find people, and come back.

"No need." Han Muye waved his hand and looked outside the hut, "Have any disciples gone there to perform missions recently? I'll be with them."

"It's easier to be besieged if you go."

There will naturally be a feeling between the strong.

If the elders in the sword pool go to the battlefield of thirty thousand miles, they will definitely attract those strong men to besiege.

Liu Jun's face froze and he had no choice but to nod.

"After half a month, there will be a team of disciples going to the battlefield for reinforcements, and by the way, bring some supplies there."

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Zhao Minghe is a disciple of Jianchi Jiantang, who has practiced for thirty years and reached the half-step heaven realm.

As an elite of his generation, he has carried out dozens of missions to the battlefields of the two worlds.

But if you haven't reached the Heaven Realm, you are not qualified to stay in the battlefields of the two worlds for a long time, let alone fight on the battlefields.

Without the cultivation base of the heavenly realm, it is impossible to survive on that kind of battlefield.

This time, as the leader of the delivery team, he accepted a team that surprised him.

Unconsciously, he turned his head to look at the chariot behind him.

A total of eighteen disciples, each riding a flying cloud horse, only three Jianlu disciples ride on a carriage.

These three Sword Hut disciples were obviously escorting a piece of war equipment to the battlefield of the two worlds.

Only Zhao Minghe knew that the order he had accepted was that if he was attacked, all his disciples would try their best to protect that Jianlu disciple named Han Wuxie.

According to the elder who gave him the order, that is what everyone will do.

"Your lives can be saved, and your swords can be broken, but you can't let anyone hurt Han Wuxie before you die."

The elder who said these words had a dignified expression.

The entire convoy moved forward, and the atmosphere was somewhat dull.

Those sword hall disciples behind Zhao Minghe are all the strongest existences among their peers.

Although they don't meet much on weekdays, they have more or less heard of each other's fame.

This time, after they left the sword pool, they already felt something strange about this mission.

This makes everyone more cautious.

The convoy traveled non-stop for three days, and there was no rest for 20,000 miles.

"Everyone, there should be Donggu City at the junction of Tiantang and Donghai in front of us. Let's enter the city to repair it, then cross the border of Mochu in Donghai and enter the battlefield of the two realms."

Zhao Minghe turned his head to look at the people behind him, and then cast his eyes on the frame.

In the frame, a gray-haired middle-aged man poked his head out and said with a smile, "Junior Brother Minghe, you arrange it."

Zhao Minghe nodded and led the convoy into the city.

This gray-haired middle-aged man is a member of Zhao Minghe's generation, and he is practicing in the Sword Cottage.

Zhao Minghe had seen this one before.

It was during a siege to infiltrate the strong in the Linglong world.

This brother is very strong.

So strong that until now Zhao Minghe dared not look directly at him.

Donggu City has a radius of a hundred miles, and it is a big city in the East China Sea.

Although Mo Chu died, there are still forces living in the East China Sea. Donggu City, as a place adjacent to the remnants of Mo Chu, naturally gathered many Mo Chu powerhouses.

At the same time, this is also a big trading city, with many resources from the East China Sea into the Tang Dynasty.

Entering Donggu City, Zhao Minghe and the others had already changed their clothes and even hid their long swords.

In this way, to outsiders, they look more like ordinary caravans.

This is also the reason why the sect elders chose Zhao Minghe as the leader of the caravan.

Most of the other Jianchi disciples are more arrogant, it is difficult for them to hide their swords and enter the city.

These disciples can't wait to put their swords on top of their heads and let everyone know that they are Jianchi disciples.

Then he moved into the city and lived in an ordinary inn. Who would have thought that the imposing disciple of Jianchi would be so low-key?

"Brothers, I, Senior Jianchi, are stationed in Donggu City, do you want to visit?"

After everything was settled, Zhao Minghe looked at Han Muye and the others.

Among the three Sword Hut disciples, besides Han Muye, there was also the middle-aged Gu Chengming with gray hair, and Guo Lang, who had a light breath and did not look like a swordsman at all.

Hearing Zhao Minghe's question, Guo Lang and Gu Chengming both turned to look at Han Muye.

When they left the sword pool, the elder had already confessed that their task this time was to protect Han Wuxie's safety.

Although they don't know the reason, since it is a task, they will naturally do their best to do it well.

"You can report it, let's forget about the visit." Han Muye shook his head and said softly.

Reporting is a proper procedure. When the disciples of Jianchi come, they must let the guards of Donggu City know. If something happens, rescue will be in time.

Zhao Minghe arranged for someone to report to the police, while the others seized the time to rest and prepare for possible interceptions after leaving Tiantang.

It's okay within Tiantang, but outside Tiantang, it won't be so peaceful.

"Brother Minghe, Master Yunting's uncle stationed in Donggucheng let us go."

"He said that he had heard of the name of the senior brother. Today there is Mo Chuke in the city, and there is a banquet."

The disciple who went to report came back and sent an invitation to Zhao Minghe.

Opening the invitation, Zhao Minghe showed a trace of hesitation.

If this kind of gathering was in the past, he would naturally go there happily, after all, it was arranged by a senior of the sect.

But now the task is different this time, it is best not to get involved.

"Junior Brother Ming Qu, please help me reply—"

Before Zhao Minghe finished speaking, a voice sounded: "Since it was arranged by the senior guards, it is natural that we cannot refuse."

"Let's go to dinner."

Zhao Minghe turned his head, saw that Han Muye had tidied up his clothes, and then walked out of the inn.

His words made Guo Lang and Gu Chengming smile.

On the surface, Donggu City is naturally still the land of Tiantang, and all the yamen and military guards in the city are in charge of Tiantang.

The Jianchi disciples guarding this place are stationed in the Yongming Hall in the west of the city.

When Han Muye and the others arrived, they saw various chariots and horses parked in front of Yongming Hall.

A middle-aged man in a black robe stepped forward quickly, and cupped his hands towards Han Muye and the others.

"Brothers, Grandmaster Yun Ting invites you this time because there is a competition arrangement."

Competition arrangement.

A caravan from Mochu in the East China Sea came to visit the senior Jianchi stationed here.

Yongmingtang hosted a banquet here, not expecting that there were several junior disciples in the Mo Chu caravan who wanted to compete with Jianchi's juniors.

Originally, Taoist Yunting didn't care.

Jianchi disciples are never afraid of any exchange of ideas.

But after the two fights, Taoist Yunting's face was gloomy.

The other party clearly challenged on purpose, and the two Mo Chu juniors who made the move were extremely powerful and vicious.

The two Jianchi disciples who were sparring with each other suffered heavy injuries.

In Donggu City, there was no one who could confront Mo Chu's peers for a while.

This made Taoist Yun Ting very embarrassed.

Just at this time, Zhao Minghe sent someone to report.

Taoist Yunting had indeed heard of Zhao Minghe's name before, so he was invited to fight.

Hearing what the black-robed disciple said, Zhao Minghe and the others looked at each other.

"Okay, then I'll go fight."

Zhao Minghe nodded, and spoke in a deep voice.

Such scenes are not for showing off, but for maintaining Jianchi's face.

Hearing Zhao Minghe's agreement, the disciple was delighted, and led them into Yongming Hall quickly.

Passing through several squares, a banquet has already been set up in the lobby behind.

Zhao Minghe and the others stepped forward with an extraordinary demeanor, which immediately attracted a lot of attention.

Han Muye and the others didn't report their identities, only Zhao Minghe stepped forward, bowed to the white-bearded old man sitting upright, and reported his background.

"Disciple Zhao Minghe pays homage to Master Yunting's uncle."

Yunting is the fifty-ninth generation disciple of Jianchi, and his own cultivation has already half-stepped into the fairyland.

Guarding one side, a half-step immortal is enough.

Hearing Zhao Minghe's words, Taoist Yunting nodded and raised his hand to signal Zhao Minghe and the others to take their seats.

After everyone sat down, many Jianchi disciples came to toast.

The drinks and spiritual fruits placed on the long table were good, Han Muye took a few sips in time.

"Senior Yun Ting, this senior Zhao Minghe Zhao is the sword pool elite you have been waiting for, right?"

A voice sounded in the lobby.

Everyone looked up and looked at a female nun wearing a long blue dress in front of her.

The female cultivator's eyes fell on Zhao Minghe, and there was a flash of light in her eyes.

"This Senior Brother Zhao, you can drink the wine later. My younger sister wants to compete with Senior Brother. I wonder if Senior Brother dares to fight?"

Straightforward challenge.

The entire lobby suddenly fell silent.

The disciples of Jianchi were defeated in the previous two battles, which made it difficult for all the practitioners of Jianchi.

Challenge at this time, to accept or not to accept?

Zhao Minghe nodded, lifted the jug, and poured a glass of wine in front of him.

"Then let's compete first, then drink."

With a flick of his hand, the glass filled with wine spun around.

His men had already flew up, their long swords out of their sheaths.

"If the cup stops and you are not defeated, then I will lose."

It's late, it's mine.