Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 271 You are willing to draw your sword and kill the sky (12 chapters of five thousand characters)

On the great river, thousands of warships compete for the top.

The scene where all the sects gathered and the dragon boats held together disappeared.

Those elites from various sects were all high-spirited, full of aura and fighting spirit.

Some people swim against the current against the big fish, some ride the waves, some have swords shining under their feet, some people step on jade belts and fly feathers flying over the waves...

The elites of various sects met in the river, either chasing each other, or sitting and discussing the Tao, walking together, and those who competed in a few moves, arousing the aura of aura and sword to linger and roar.

This appearance is very similar to the scene when Jindan Daxiu was discussing Taoism.

Above the clouds, some people were smiling, while others were silent.

It can be seen that, unknowingly, these sect elites have left aside the rules of the rearrangement of the nine sects.

You must know that when Lingdaozong established this rule, no one dared to disobey the tens of thousands of sects in Western Xinjiang.

Many people turned their heads to look at the strong man of Lingdao Sect in front of him, and then at Tuoba Cheng who was flying like a sword.

In the future, who owns Xijiang?

In the middle of the river, Han Muye stepped on white feathers with a calm expression on his face.

As he walked forward, he parted a bit of his mind to explore the sky's crane wings.

"Not to mention, this feather is faster than that guy Zhao Yunlong, but it's still stable, and it doesn't hurt your feet when you step on it."

Daoist Dayan's voice came.

At this time, he turned into a breeze, floating around the white feather.

Han Muye ignored him.

This guy is stimulated.

Sky Crane Wings and Yunlong Sword are different.

Yunlong Sword is a magic weapon of swords. Although its combat power is not extremely strong, it is sure to win, and it is the mildest attribute among magic weapons.

Such a sword is suitable as the treasure of the sect guard.

There is no weapon spirit in the sky crane wings, otherwise it would be considered a magic weapon.

Sky Crane Wing has almost no fighting strength, its biggest function is to fly away.

Chase, or flee.

Its speed is so fast that if it can be driven to the extreme, even the Great Cultivator of the Nascent Soul of the Heaven Realm can't keep up.

Moreover, Han Muye could perceive the existence of space power from the sky crane wings.

Nearly a hundred sky cranes sleep peacefully in this space.

It seems that on Tianhe Ridge, the Tianhe Wing is the Tianhe's nest.

Slowly sensing the power of the crane's wings, Han Muye showed a smile on his face.

The biggest function of the crane wings this day is to pass through the space barrier after blessing the power of space in the void!

In other words, with this thing, it is possible to enter any world almost silently.

The masters of Yuntian Realm have discovered the Fire Source Realm long ago, but they can only enter it through the space passage, because there are heaven and earth barriers outside the Fire Source Realm.

And with the crane wings in hand, Han Muye only needs to spend some spiritual energy to move the crane wings to pass through the barrier of heaven and earth.

Looking at it this way, going to Zhongzhou in the future can save the toll of the hibiscus daemon.

Forget it, the spirit stones still have to come out.

After all, maybe one day when it rains and snows, the big demon will arrange to stay overnight in the spiritual land, right?

Han Muye showed a happy smile on his face, the white feathers under his feet moved, and the white waves were like a line, directly surpassing the elites of the sect who controlled the black turtle demon.

"Han Baxian!"

On the back of the big black-turtle fish, someone cupped his hand.

"Senior Brother Han!"

On the surface of the river riding the waves, someone bowed.

"Brother Han is good at it." Gu Yuanlong stood on the long sword and cupped his hands with a smile on his face.

"Brother Gu, you were born in the East China Sea. You won't lose to Han in the ability to ride the waves, right?" Han Muye let out a long laugh, and the spiritual light flickered under his feet, directly surpassing Gu Yuanlong.

Hearing Han Muye's words, Gu Yuanlong laughed heartily, with the sword energy under his feet, he broke through the waves and moved forward.

One is like a fairy stepping on a feather, and the other is like a dragon with a vertical sword.

The battle between the two attracted countless people to wait and see.

Immediately, the elites of various sects accelerated subconsciously and began to compete secretly.

Above the great river, the aura of the strong wind vibrates, breaking through the clouds and meeting the sun, which is extremely spectacular.

"Such a grand occasion, I'm afraid there has never been such a grand event in Western Xinjiang, has it?" Someone above the clouds sighed in a low voice.

In the world of practice, shouldn't the aura of immortality be swayed wantonly, so that everything is not filled with heart?

So free and easy, just now can be regarded as cultivating immortals!

Cultivation, cultivating immortality, countless people's hearts were shaken.

In the Western Xinjiang practice world, there have been countless years of fighting dogs and dogs, and what is rare is this kind of immortal energy!

Today, I just saw a fairy character!

"This long feather is actually a magic weapon..." Someone whispered on the top of the cloud.

Although Xianxian Han's practice is ruined, he has a magic weapon to protect him.

Even if this magic weapon does not look like a combat weapon, it is still a magic weapon after all.

With this protection, this Immortal Han's combat power is unpredictable!

Above the clouds, the faces of the Lingdao Sect members became even more gloomy.

Why did this Han Muye get all the good things?

Is the loss of soldiers and generals at home?

This chase spanned thousands of miles and ended at sunset.

Winning or losing doesn't matter.

Just have fun.

Before sunset, Han Muye landed on a large island in the middle of the river, followed by Gu Yuanlong with one step.

"Han Banxian's methods are really extraordinary." Gu Yuanlong's face flashed with emotion.

"Brother Gu's turbulent waves, gathering great power, are extraordinary." Han Muye turned his head with a smile.

Han Muye is a new and familiar treasure, and Gu Yuanlong gathers power with waves.

East China Sea swordsmanship, one sword can gather thousands of waves.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Around the big island, black turtles are moored.

Most of these fish monsters have been tamed, and they will not escape if they stay alone.

For those who were not tamed, the sect disciples sat cross-legged without leaving their backs.

On both sides of the river bank, it was not until night fell that there were figures catching up.

Running thousands of miles across the great river is really exciting.

It's a pity that most of these practitioners on the shore can't keep up with their cultivation bases, they chase after them, and lose them.

At this time, countless spiritual lights rose from Jiang Xin, surrounding the Dadao, the elites of the sect sat cross-legged, adjusting their breath and practicing.

More and more people gathered on the shore, talking in low voices, or meditating to restore the exhausted aura.

"I just saw the prosperity of practice in Western Xinjiang today." On the bank of the river, an old man in a black robe looked at Jiang Xin with his hands behind his back, and said in a low voice.

"Hehe, I wish I could be born three hundred years later." Beside the black-robed old man, a white-bearded Taoist shook his head, feeling regretful.

Around, those cultivators also looked at Jiang's spiritual light, with a lot of thoughts in their hearts.

On Jiangxin Island, Han Muye sat cross-legged, while Lin Shen and Lu Gao stood guard behind him.

Han Muye closed his eyes, gathered his spiritual thoughts into the divine treasure.

At this moment, golden light surged in his divine treasure.

Waves of awe-inspiring qi flashed, and then poured into the dantian qi sea.

And in his sea of ​​qi, the aura of popularity has condensed into dark purple, and it is still gathering continuously.

It never occurred to him that he couldn't bear to see the Sky Crane Territory collapse and countless creatures perish, and his move to send the Sky Crane Territory to the Fire Source Realm would actually win him a torrent of popularity.

At this time, the air of popularity has already condensed into substance.

As for the improvement of grandeur, it is because of Tianheyu's gratitude.

There was endless resentment in the realm that was about to collapse, Han Muye took action to dissolve it, and this resentment naturally became his aura of awe-inspiring energy.

No wonder Zhongzhou wants to suppress the Sifang Realm and guard the mortal world.

Awe-inspiring gas needs to be improved, and popularity needs to gather souls.

The power in the Qi Sea God's Treasure was detected clearly, Han Muye's palm moved lightly, and a jade-colored sword pill appeared.

Yuchen, that is, Yuniang as Daoist Dayan said.

It's a pity that the memory of the sword pill and the sword spirit are all fused with Qingtong, and now they have to be warmed up again.

But without the original sword spirit and memory, Han Muye saves the practice of kung fu and refines it directly, which is much faster.

There was a slight tremor, and Han Muye's palm was filled with sword energy, and a faint spiritual light lingered around him.

With this appearance, it seems that his cultivation base is only about condensate, and he has just passed Peiyuan.

"Han Banxian, I don't know, I don't know, I might ask a question."

When Han Muye opened his eyes, not far ahead, a young man in a white robe with a long sword bowed and spoke.

A disciple of the Fire Spirit Dao Sect, Han Muye had met him in Tianhe Domain, but he didn't know his name.

Hearing the young man's words, Han Muye nodded with a smile and said: "The name of the exile is all favored by fellow Taoists, how can I have the ability to be an exile?"

Speaking of this, he laughed: "However, I am usually bored in the Jiange. If the disciples from the sect come to receive the sword, they can help solve problems in practice. Most of the time, I will not refuse."

Hearing that he would not refuse, the young man was overjoyed.

"It's just." Han Muye's voice paused.

The smile on the young man's face froze, and then he heard Han Muye continue: "Just ask me a question, I want to collect the spirit stone."

Han Muye turned his head and said, "Three middle-grade spirit stones, one question."

Three middle-grade spirit stones?

Who on Jiangxin Island lacks this spirit stone?

The young man's face was full of joy, and he raised his hand to hold the three spirit stones in his hands.

Han Muye waved his hand, Lu Gao stepped forward, put away the spirit stone, turned around and handed it to Han Muye.

Han Muye took a piece, waved his hand and said, "Old rules."

Lu Gao bluntly handed Lin Shen a piece, and stuffed it in his bosom.

Han Muye collected the spirit stone, raised his head and said, "Let's talk."

The young man nodded, looked at Han Muye, and said in a low voice, "Han Yuxian, you once said that practicing is to live well for yourself."

"I want to know, my generation of sword cultivators hold swords for battle, and the inheritance of Jiange is more about gathering Jiazi's achievements into one sword. So, how can we live for ourselves?"

After his words fell, there was silence all around, only the sound of water waves hitting the shore.

How to live for yourself.

Han Muye once said that he lived for himself, but the inheritance of Jiange all seeks to be free with one sword, and after one sword, he will be a mortal.

This is contrary to his own words.

Thinking about the young man's words, many people's expressions became serious.

This question seems simple, but it is related to Han Muye's own way.

If what Han Muye said and what he did did not match, one day the avenue would collapse.

At this time, not only Jiangxin Island, but also many people on the sky cloud head cast their spiritual thoughts on Han Muye's body.

On the bank of the river, the eyes of the black-robed old man who had spoken before were radiant, and he was fixedly looking at Jiang Xin's position.

"Cultivate yourself, I've heard these words many times. It's not empty words for practitioners to sever their emotions." On the bank of the river, a middle-aged man with a long sword on his back looked solemn.

"For a long time, the inheritance of the Nine Profound Sword Gate and Jiange Pavilion has always been a sacrifice. This Immortal Han wants to live for himself. I don't know if he expresses it out of feeling, or is he trying to stand on his own?"

If Jiange is separated from Jiuxuan Jianmen, it will not be a good thing for Jiuxuan Jianmen.

But if Han Muye still upholds the way of inheriting Jiange, then he can't live for himself.

To not live for oneself is to violate the words of the Dao that he said.

At this moment, everyone was waiting for Han Muye's decision.

After a moment of silence, Han Muye chuckled lightly: "Before answering this question, I would like to ask, I am a swordsman, why do I hold a sword?"

Why hold a sword?

For practice, for freedom, for possessing the ability to protect the way, for the sword in his hand to cut through the world?

Practice is not practice.

Maybe I thought about why I should hold a sword back then, but now I don't remember it.

No one answered Han Muye's question.

Turning his head to look around, Han Muye shook his head, turned his eyes to the river, and said softly, "Tell me a story about Zhongzhou that I read from the classics."

"You know, Zhongzhou governs the world with Confucianism and Taoism. There are imperial laws, and all people are bound."

Han Muye's voice was not loud, but Jiangxin Island was full of elites, and they could hear all their spiritual thoughts.

Needless to say on the cloud.

As for those on the river bank, some people with advanced cultivation levels laughed and repeated Han Muye's words, and also whispered about the situation in Zhongzhou.

"The law says, murder pays for life, debts pay for money, and the people of Zhongzhou obey the law."

"This law can protect those who abide by the law and restrain those who are malicious."

Han Muye's voice was unhurried.

Zhongzhou law.

This Immortal Han wants to implement the laws of Zhongzhou in Western Xinjiang?

In the future, if the Nine Profound Sword Sect has a chance to aspire to the top, will it be necessary to rule the western border as a family?

Many people frowned.

Practitioners are unwilling to accept such constraints.

On the head of the cloud, many people turned their heads to look at Tuoba Cheng.

"The story I told happened to a Confucian scholar."

"This young Confucian scholar is extremely talented, and he is extremely favored by the family. He also married the daughter of a wealthy family. It can be said that he has achieved success in his youth."

wunderkind.

Today on Jiangxin Island, countless people are wunderkinds.

Become an elite of the sect before the age of a hundred, and compete for the position of the Nine Sects, who has no ambition?

"But one day, the Confucian scholar's wife cried and said that an evil young man in the city coveted her beauty and wanted to do something wrong."

Han Muye's face remained unchanged, his eyes swept around, and he said calmly: "If such things are placed on you, what should we do?"

How should it be?

"Kill." Lin Shen, who was holding a big sword, said in a cold voice.

"Naturally draw the sword." On the other side, someone spoke loudly.

Han Muye nodded and said, "The laws of Zhongzhou are strict, but it doesn't happen by drawing a sword."

"The law demands evidence."

"The Confucian scholar and his wife appealed to the county government, and the county government replied that the so-called coveting was not a fact, and the county government could only reprimand the evil."

"The Confucian scholar asked the family again, and the family valued him, but what can we do with that evil young man?"

"Young Master Evil apologized and left with a long smile."

"One day after the third month, when Confucian scholars were traveling with their wives, Evil Younger took his slaves to rob the Tao, defiled his beloved wife in front of her, cut off her hands and ten fingers so that she could not read, cut off her tongue so that she could not speak, and gouged out her eyes. , making it difficult to tell the east from the west.”

After Han Muye finished speaking, he quietly looked at the river ahead.

"Such villains should have been punished a long time ago!" Someone shouted loudly, gritted their teeth and stared.

"The laws of Zhongzhou are bullshit, and people are allowed to do evil." Someone gritted his teeth and clenched the long sword in his hand.

On Yuntou, although those Jindan Daxiu didn't speak, they frowned.

"Senior Brother Han, what happened to this Confucian scholar and his wife?" Lu Gao turned to look at Han Muye.

Everyone looked at Han Muye.

"Later?" Han Muye said indifferently: "Later when the Confucian scholars suddenly realized and became Confucian and Taoist talents, they took the form of awe-inspiring words, and the magistrate of the county government came forward to severely punish the wicked young man. He was imprisoned for ten years and exiled for thousands of miles."

"Don't kill them?" Lu Gao was stunned and shouted out.

"Kill?" Han Muye shook his head, "Although the humiliated wife of a Confucian scholar hanged herself, but this is suicide, life and death have nothing to do with evil."

"Young Master Evil did something evil, but he didn't kill anyone. Killing people paid for their lives. If he didn't kill people, why did he pay for his life?"

After Han Muye finished speaking, everyone around him stared wide-eyed.

"Such wicked people don't kill, bullshit law."

"If it were me, if someone dared to look at my Taoist companion more than once, I would kill him."

"If I were in Zhongzhou, I would draw my sword and kill people."

For a while, Jiangxin Island and both sides of the river bank were noisy.

Han Muye listened quietly without saying a word.

After a while, the Huoling Dao Sect disciple who asked the question frowned and said, "Han Yuxian, what does this story have to do with what you said about practicing for yourself?"

Han Muye nodded, looked at the young man, and said calmly, "If this happened to you, what would you do?"

The young man said loudly without hesitation, "I will draw my sword to kill."

Han Muye let out a long laugh: "Isn't it because of my cultivation that I have the power to draw a sword because of disasters?"

Disaster is imminent, do you have the strength to draw a sword?

Disaster is imminent, there is the power to draw a sword!

For a moment, countless people held the hilt of the sword tightly.

"Good and evil in the world are inherently uncertain. Our generation does not cultivate swords to kill people, but to hold the sword in hand and have the power to draw it."

The divine light in Han Muye's eyes was deep, and he said in a low voice: "One day, when this Confucian scholar asks for help, are you willing to draw your sword for him?"

"Yes!" Lin Shen replied loudly.

The others nodded slightly.

"One day, when you meet such evildoers, are you willing to draw your sword and kill them?" Han Muye asked again.

"willing!"

This time, there were many more people who answered.

"One day, the world will be evil, are you willing to draw your sword to kill the sky?" Han Muye shouted.

Draw the sword to kill the sky?

Everyone was stunned.

"Isn't my generation practicing for the purpose of having indestructible righteousness in my heart, and for practicing swords, isn't it for pulling out the sword to kill the evils of the heavens?"

"If you practice just to survive, and you don't dare to draw your sword in the face of injustice, how can you still cultivate a bullshit sword?"

"Cultivation is for oneself, isn't it just to be able to carefree your mind and become a fairy at ease?"

"Could it be true that severing emotions, enduring all kinds of suffering, and cultivating into a giant tortoise that reaches the sky for thousands of years is the practice?"

Han Muye shouted loudly, the sound shook hundreds of miles.

Between heaven and earth, his voice echoed.

Above the clouds, those golden core overhauls are all silent.

After countless years of practice, they have already seen through these major repairs.

Can see through, really forget it?

On Jiangxin Island, some people were breathing heavily, their fists were clenched, and some people's eyes were shining brightly, and spiritual energy and sword light were rising from their bodies.

Some people gritted their teeth, with uncontrollable hatred flashing in their eyes, and some raised their heads with tears in their eyes.

On the bank of the river, those cultivators sitting around turned the original noise into silence.

"I remember that when I first started practicing, my fellow junior sister, Jin'er, was gentle and pleasant, and everyone in the same sect liked her."

"I also fell in love with her, but I never dared to express it."

On the rocky cliff by the river bank, a middle-aged Taoist in a green robe looked up at the sky.

"During the eighth year of entry, we completed the mission of the sect together and met disciples of the Lingdao Sect."

"Just because Junior Sister Jin'er was dissatisfied with Ling Dao Sect robbing us of the elixir to complete the mission, she said one more word."

The Taoist's eyes were bloodshot, he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

"A disciple of Lingdao Sect pierced Junior Sister Jin'er's chest with a blade of wind."

"The blood sprayed like a spring. I tried to press the wound with both hands, but I couldn't."

"I remember my junior sister whispering, let me live."

"I live."

"I have lived for three hundred and eighty years."

"I've become a 380-year-old tortoise!"

The spiritual light rose from the middle-aged Taoist's body, and the sword intent soaring into the sky condensed into one, staring at the sky with his eyes, and shouted.

"Lingdaozong Zhou Chenggang, do you still remember the female cultivator in Tsing Yi who beheaded at the foot of Wuluo Mountain three hundred and eighty years ago?"