Chapter 43

The matter concerning the Three Qin Sword School has come to light.

Han Muye nodded.

At the time, he had killed so many people from the Three Qin Sword School, including disciples of the Tai Ling Sword School.

Later, when the Sword Battle Hall investigated, the truth would inevitably come to light.

"Since it's an external mission, the dangers are inevitable. Choosing a suitable and good sword is indeed necessary."

Han Muye looked at the outer disciples who were bowing, then pointed to one of them.

"Come and demonstrate the sword techniques you usually practice. I'll see what kind of sword suits you."

The disciple who was pointed out by Han Muye was taken aback, then he clasped his hands in surprise and said, "My name is Sun Dayong. I greet you, Senior Brother Han."

As he spoke, he drew the iron sword in his hand, made a starting gesture, and began to swing it.

The other disciples quickly stepped back, making room in the already small space.

Perhaps it was because he was performing in front of Han Muye, or perhaps it was because there were inner disciples watching, Sun Dayong, though very serious, performed a rather poor sword technique.

When he finished his sword routine, he himself felt somewhat embarrassed and stood there, at a loss.

"Without speed, without strength, your eyes and movements are all out of sync. At this level, you dare to participate in a mission to suppress rebels?" An inner disciple holding a long sword beside Zhao Youzhi said coldly.

Sun Dayong's face turned red, and he dared not raise his head.

This evaluation was indeed fair.

Han Muye also agreed.

But since the person was here to receive a sword, could he really evaluate him like this?

Lao Liusha had already taken the spirit stones, so he naturally had to think of a way.

Sitting at the long table, Han Muye lightly tapped the tabletop.

The entire first floor of the Sword Pavilion was filled only with the slow tapping sound.

Scenes flowed through Han Muye's mind, amplifying Sun Dayong's sword practice, and each move and technique was repeatedly played back.

Understanding the Xuan Yuan Sword Technique, Cuo Mu.

As he comprehended the sword technique, the scenes in Han Muye's mind changed, no longer showing Sun Dayong's slow movements.

Each move and technique was precise, with the force and speed changing, and the sword light was much more magnificent.

This sword technique was not bad, but it needed some assistance and correction.

Standing there, Sun Dayong was uneasy and couldn't help but look up.

"Like this, on the left side, the 31st wooden rack, the third row, the fifth sword."

Han Muye suddenly spoke.

Sun Dayong hurriedly went over, followed the markings, and took the sword, holding it in his arms.

At this moment, he seemed to place all his hopes on Han Muye's guidance.

It seemed that the sword chosen by Han Muye was definitely the most suitable for him.

Seeing this, the inner disciples all frowned.

How could a sword cultivator succeed without a firm mind?

"This sword is called Luo Ye, it is three feet and one inch six points long, the blade is three inches and four points wide, and the blood groove in the middle is half an inch deep."

"The sword weighs thirteen pounds, five taels, and one qian, and the hilt is wrapped in Luo Ye wood."

"This sword is very suitable for wood pulse sword techniques. It is neither heavy nor fast, but it is valuable for its stability."

As Sun Dayong walked back with the sword, Han Muye spoke.

With each sentence he said, the surprise on the faces of the people in the Sword Pavilion grew.

This sword observer could actually remember the weight and length of any sword in the Sword Pavilion?

Even more, he could describe the method of forging the sword and its advantages and disadvantages.

Sun Dayong's expression became even more delighted, and he held the sword tighter.

"This sword can unleash the full power of your sword technique. Practice it again, move three times faster, and don't raise your head when you draw the sword; just use your peripheral vision."

"Also, it seems your wrist strength is not enough. Bind the hilt and your wrist with a cloth strip first."

Han Muye continued.

In the Sword Pavilion, Lao Liusha turned to look at him, muttering a few words.

Sun Dayong had no doubt about what Han Muye said and hurriedly followed his instructions.

Zhao Youzhi and the others no longer chose swords, their eyes fixed on Sun Dayong as he wrapped his wrist.

The points Han Muye mentioned just now made sense to these inner disciples.

Although they could see the flaws in Sun Dayong's sword techniques, they couldn't truly guide him.

At this moment, listening to Han Muye, they felt as if the clouds had cleared and the sun had come out.

"Clang—"

The long sword was drawn, and Sun Dayong, without raising his head, thrust it out.

This sword was three times faster than before.

Just this threefold increase made the sword technique completely different from before.

A cold and icy killing aura instantly spread.

"Swish—"

The long sword swept horizontally, the cold light it brought made Jiang Han and others instinctively step back.

Sun Dayong also felt the change in his sword technique, each sword move was extremely focused, paying attention to the combination of force and speed.

After completing the twelve moves of the Cuo Mu Sword Technique, the Sword Pavilion was silent.

Sun Dayong held the sword, bowed deeply to Han Muye, then took a few steps back, turned to look at Jiang Han and the others behind him, and smiled silently.

He could feel the transformation in himself.

Looking at Sun Dayong standing there, who seemed to have gained a different aura, Zhao Youzhi was shaken.

He remembered what his master had said.

"We who cultivate swords must believe in the sword in our hands."

"Once you have a sword in your hand, you have a sword in your heart."

"Only then does the path of a sword cultivator truly begin."

At this moment, wasn't Sun Dayong just like someone who had a sword in his hand and a sword in his heart?

"Having a sword in hand, having a sword in heart." Zhao Youzhi whispered to himself, his eyes shining.

"Senior Brother, my name is Tao Shiwu, I practice the Xuan Yuan Sword Technique with Engraved Marks."

"Senior Brother, I, I practice the Willow Leaf technique."

"Senior Brother..."

The remaining outer disciples all rushed forward, bowing to Han Muye and speaking excitedly.

Han Muye smiled and waved his hand, "Don't rush, one by one."

...

After half an hour, Jiang Han, grateful, led his fellow disciples to bow to Han Muye and then walked out of the Sword Pavilion.

At this moment, on the first floor of the Sword Pavilion, besides Han Muye and Lao Liusha, only Zhao Youzhi and a few other inner disciples remained.

They looked at each other.

Just now, they had watched the entire process of Han Muye helping Sun Dayong and the others choose swords and guide their sword techniques, and the shock in their hearts was indescribable.

After each outer disciple was guided by Han Muye, the power of their sword techniques increased several times.

This level of skill was something even the late-stage Foundation Establishment experts in the sect did not possess.

Perhaps only Earth Realm experts had such insight and knowledge.

Zhao Youzhi took a deep breath, took a few steps forward, and bowed to Han Muye.

"Senior Brother, I was wrong."

After saying this, he bowed again, "I beg Senior Brother to help me choose a sword."

Taking a step forward, he placed a merit certificate on the long table.

One merit certificate was worth a hundred spirit stones.

Lao Liusha's eyes were fixed on the merit certificate, unable to look away.

The others also hurriedly stepped forward, each placing a merit certificate.

Compared to a suitable long sword and guidance in sword techniques, what was a merit certificate?

Six merit certificates were six hundred spirit stones.

Lao Liusha turned to look at Han Muye.

This guy, how does he make money like it's robbery?

Looking at the merit certificates in front of him, Han Muye lightly shook his head.

Zhao Youzhi and the others' faces fell.

Lao Liusha's hand, which was about to reach out, froze in mid-air.

"Brother Han, we are all fellow disciples. If you can help, just help us." Lao Liusha coughed lightly and said in a low voice.

He couldn't bear to part with those six hundred spirit stones!

Zhao Youzhi and the others gave Lao Liusha a grateful look.

Han Muye smiled and shook his head, "You can leave."

Before Zhao Youzhi and the others, who looked desperate, could speak, Han Muye continued, "You have stayed in the Sword Pavilion for too long today. If you want to choose a sword, come back tomorrow."

Tomorrow!

Not refusing them, but because they had stayed too long today, the sword qi could harm the body!

Zhao Youzhi and the others hurriedly bowed with joy, "Thank you, Senior Brother, for the reminder. We will come back tomorrow."

Missing out on choosing a sword today is nothing. As long as they could get a suitable long sword and receive guidance from this Senior Brother Han, waiting one day was worth it.

After Zhao Youzhi and the others left, Lao Liusha collected the six merit certificates and then looked at Han Muye, examining him up and down.

"Brother Han, why do you know so much about those swords? And how do you understand these sword techniques?"

Hearing this, Han Muye leaned back, closing his eyes.

"Sixth Brother, in the Sword Pavilion, we must observe the swords, the people, and the sword techniques."

"That is what a Sword Pavilion observer should do."

After saying this, he turned his head and looked at the rows of wooden racks.

"Every sword here is polished by our hands. They are like our children."

"Would you entrust them to unsuitable hands?"

As if responding to his words, the Sword Pavilion was filled with resonant sounds.