Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion
~: Three hundred and ninety, I, life is che
Han Muye didn't have much involvement in the Western Xinjiang affairs.
After settling for a gathering of elites from Western Border sects, he left the hall on the top of Jiuxuan Mountain.
Tuoba's strength is enough to suppress the Western Frontier.
The Nine Profound Sword Gate, which can control the western border.
After returning to the sword pavilion and handing over the thirteen top-quality spiritual weapons to Liu Hong, Han Muye's divine soul incarnation was poured into the divine beast clone.
At this time, the clone of the divine beast has entered the realm of Qingyou, and followed the route that Gu Qianshan escaped to go to a world of stars.
"Gu Yuening is the child of the Gu family in Chenyuexingwanmingcheng. I just came back from my travels and just met you fellow Daoists." Han Muye, dressed in a white shirt and carrying a sword box, stood on the back of the 10-zhang giant tortoise and smiled. hand over.
In the void ahead, the digital swordsmen raised their hands in return.
Some of these people are nervous, some are doubtful, and some are happy.
Han Muye raised his hand and waved, and several semi-spiritual tools fell in front of him.
"The patriarch Gu Qianshan is a master of refining. These unqualified swords were refined by Yue Ning himself. They are small gifts, not respectful."
"I wonder if you can **** Gu back to Wanming City?"
The atmosphere of the Qingyou world, the way of employment prevails.
Although a few swords are not in the mainstream, they can be worth tens of thousands of spiritual stones.
Anyway, it's all about traveling, so it's not a bad idea to earn some spiritual stones by the way.
"Young Master Gu is outrageous and has applied for the application here."
"Okay, don't worry, young master, go to Chenyuexing, a certain family will protect you all the way."
"Young Master Gu is generous, this matter is settled."
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In just a moment, Han Muye was surrounded by seven or eight kendo practitioners, heading towards Chenyuexing.
On the second floor of Yujingjian Shop, Yulan Street, Yinghuo Island, when Han Muye left the customs, it was noon on the second day.
He walked downstairs and saw Zeng Daniu and Shao Tianyi standing helplessly in front of the counter.
There was nothing in the store, and when customers came, they couldn't do anything except make an appointment to review swords.
"Treasurer, one morning—"
Zeng Daniu saw Han Muye coming, so he hurriedly handed over a book.
This is a message registered by Shao Tianyi, who came to ask for a sword review.
Han Muye waved his hand and handed over a scroll of paintings and calligraphy.
"I sent these to the furniture store in the street for framing."
Seeing these calligraphy and paintings, Shao Tian's eyes lit up.
He was afraid that his shopkeeper would not have calligraphy and painting.
Without calligraphy and painting, how would he understand kendo?
Zeng Daniu took the calligraphy and painting and carefully carried it to mount it.
I didn't think that before, the swords and paintings in the shop were sold out yesterday, only to find out that those paintings are several times more expensive than swords.
What is this holding of calligraphy and painting, it is clearly a pile of spiritual beads!
In the shop, Han Muye turned his head and looked at Shao Tianyi.
"You go to the nearby Jian Furnace and Sword Workshop and tell me that my Yujing Jianpu wants a batch of good swords."
Han Muye raised his hand and handed Shao Tianyi a copy of the famous post he had written.
With the fame he made at the sword review meeting yesterday, no one would lose face.
Shao Tianyi dealt with dozens of sword cultivators who came to ask for sword reviews in the morning. He knew that his shopkeeper was now famous. Hearing Han Muye's words, he smiled and took the famous post and left.
Although he is not as eager for a hot sword shop as Zeng Daniel, but he also hopes that Yujing Jianpu will be taken seriously.
In this way, his life will be more guaranteed.
The Death Tower will also weigh in on the assassination of people with high reputations on Broken Star Island.
After all, the rules of Broken Star Island were set by the Endless Heavenly Venerate.
As soon as Shao Tian went to look for the sword shop, Han Muye threw the booklet that recorded the visitor's information on the counter, and posted a notice on the door that only rated swords above the mid-grade spirit.
Turning around, he walked to the empty wooden frame.
With a wave of his hand, there were several more swords on the wooden frame.
It's not that the swords are of high quality, but the best ones are also medium-grade spiritual weapons.
Controlling the sword pavilion, how could it be possible to sell the best swords?
If it weren't for the many good swords that Han Muye obtained in the Suwei world, Han Muye would not even be willing to take out these swords.
Putting away the sword and marking the price, he took out a few more paintings and calligraphy and hung them on the surrounding walls.
These are all the handwritings of Tianxuan Great Confucianism, and they are all treasures of Confucianism and Taoism. Each piece is priced at ten million spiritual stones.
This is not a blind bid. For example, on the pagoda post, Han Muye only left two words of "happy inquiry". This is because there is no Confucianism and Taoism on the Broken Star Island, and he is afraid that there are no people who know the goods.
The handwriting of such saints is simply priceless.
Just after hanging the calligraphy and painting, several sword cultivators with long swords had already arrived in the store.
Han Muye greeted him with a smile, but these sword cultivators became uneasy.
Just now, I saw a notice at the door that Yujing Sword Shop only rated middle-grade spiritual tools and above.
Everyone can understand.
First, there are a lot of people asking for sword reviews, and second, for someone like Yujing Sword Shop Manager Han who is good at reviewing swords, they are too embarrassed to work with swords that are too low-level.
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"Do you want to see swords, or do you want to review swords?" Han Muye greeted everyone in the shop with a smile, and then said.
This time, everyone was even more cramped.
Han Muye smiled and stretched out his hand: "The notice at the door is posted for colleagues to see."
"Han is also a sword cultivator. Knowing that the sword is as important as my life, it is not necessary to treat it according to class."
A sword is a sword.
The magic weapon is strong, and not everyone can use it.
Han Muye has magic weapons in his hands, there are quite a few, but he rarely uses them.
What he likes most is the double swords of Qingming and Ziyan.
The most important thing is that swords should be in hand and fit together.
Hearing Han Muye's words, several sword cultivators immediately moved.
"Well, Manager Han, I don't know about this sword review..." A middle-aged sword cultivator in a green robe took the long sword on his back and took out a small bag.
The bag was bulging, obviously a storage bag, containing spirit beads or spirit stones.
Han Muye took the long sword with a smile, but didn't take the cloth bag.
"Below the mid-level spiritual weapon, if I have time, I will comment on it. As for the reward, forget it." Han Muye said softly: "Cultivation is not easy, and it is difficult to accumulate wealth and law."
Cultivation is not easy.
These words almost made the middle-aged Jianxiu, who was holding the cloth bag in his hand, shed tears.
There were all low-level sword cultivators present, and the one with the highest cultivation base was the Earth Realm Tongmai. On the Broken Star Island full of powerhouses, who didn't live in fear?
"Manager Han, this—" The middle-aged Jianxiu wanted to say more, when he heard Han Muye say, "Your sword has a dark wound."
Dark injury!
These words made the middle-aged look pale.
The people around were also stunned.
Han Muye slowly drew his sword, and a faint stream of light swam around the half-spirit weapon. The streamer reached the seventh point of the sword ridge, and suddenly stopped.
To the naked eye, a faint crack appeared here.
The picture Han Muye saw in his mind was that the crack was caused by the middle-aged Jianxiu's fangs hitting the ridge of the sword when he was fighting with a monster.
It's just that the middle-aged Jianxiu didn't care, and he didn't find the dark wound when he checked the blade.
This injury is usually nothing. If you encounter a life-and-death struggle, you may lose your life.
"Thank you, Manager Han, thank you Mr. Han." The middle-aged Jianxiu bowed to Han Muye, and then handed over the small cloth bag.
Han Muye waved his hand, returned the sword to its sheath, and returned the sword.
"Hongyun Casting Sword House can repair this damage, it is estimated that three spirit beads are needed."
"Also, if you add the three spirit grasses to your sword and refine it again, the fit for your swordsmanship will be higher. It will cost you about seven spirit beads."
Han Muye's words, let the middle-aged Jianxiu hold the sword and the cloth bag tightly.
In his cloth bag are all his savings, ten spirit beads.
On Fragmentary Star Island, it is not much easier for low-level practitioners to accumulate wealth than anywhere else.
Besides, Jianxiu has always been the poorest practitioner in the world.
Bowing to Han Muye, the middle-aged swordsman left without speaking again.
For Jianxiu, sometimes, not speaking is the only way to truly remember the love in his heart.
Seeing that the middle-aged Jianxiu walked out of the shop, Han Muye turned to look at the others.
Everyone was busy bowing and holding their swords, asking Han Muye to comment.
"This sword is suitable for swordsmanship such as ice fields. Judging from the aura on your body, it should not be of the ice type. I suggest you change to a sword."
"This sword is pretty good, and the forging level is not bad. It can be cultivated more carefully, and then I will find a few broken spirit stones and smelt them in the sword."
"The attributes of your sword are really poor, mediocre and slow. I have a Qingfeng sword in my shop, you can try it. The price is similar. You can give me this sword and add eight hundred spirit stones. "
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After a moment, everyone excitedly took their swords and left.
More swordsmen were already watching at the door, quietly surrounding them.
For more than an hour, not a few swords were sold, but more than 20 swords below the mid-grade spirit were reviewed for free.
When Han Muye was empty in front of him, he turned his head and saw an old man in a gray robe with his hands behind his back, standing in front of Yan Zhenqing's pagoda post.
"There are countless swordsmen in the world, can you comment?" The old man didn't look back, just looked at the scroll in front of him, and said lightly.
"As a sword cultivator, it's not the sword in your hand that is strong, but the strong sword in your heart." Han Muye's face was calm, and he said softly, "I'm criticizing the sword for them, but it's just to make the sword in their hearts stronger."
They are all under the mid-level spirit tools, and they are all low-level sword cultivators.
From Han Muye's point of view, whether these sword cultivators are magic weapons or dead wood, there is not much difference in their combat power.
In front of the big cultivator, ants are ants after all.
But among the practitioners in the world, who hasn't stepped from the ants to the peak step by step?
I always have the heart of an ant in my heart, and I just stood on the top of the world without fear.
The black-bearded old man turned around slowly, his eyes shining brightly, staring at Han Muye: "You are a real sword cultivator."
Han Muye did not deny it.
He was originally a swordsman.
Cultivating swordsmanship, condensing swords.
The other day, when he broke the pill and became a baby, he also turned into a sword baby.
Cultivation in the world, in the end, it is the most enjoyable to cut the fetters with a single sword.
Helping other sword cultivators evaluate swords and accumulate their own knowledge is not nothing.
What's more, for Han Muye, the stories in the swords, the battle scenes in the swords, and the swordsmanship skills are already worthy of his evaluation of the sword.
"What kind of swordsmanship should the Qianji sword refined from the chalcedony essence of Song and Yuan Dynasties be used in order to exert its maximum combat power?"
"Criticize the sword?" Han Muye's expression remained unchanged.
The old man nodded.
Han Muye had a smile on his face: "The Thousand Machine Sword made by the essence of chalcedony is at least a half magic weapon."
"Let's calculate it according to the half-magic treasure. It's not too much to pay a thousand spirit beads for the sword, right?"
A low-level sword cultivator commented that he did not accept spirit stones and spirit beads because he didn't make any money.
Even a sword can earn three or five thousand spirit stones, and ten thousand spirit stones, and ten swords can only earn tens of thousands of spirit stones.
A sword at the half-magic level, don't you make up for all the losses of those swords?
One thousand spirit beads, one half magic weapon.
This price has at least doubled from usual.
The black-bearded old man narrowed his eyes slightly, then laughed: "It doesn't matter how many spirit beads you have, as long as the evaluation you give is valuable."
Han Muye nodded and said with a light smile, "Indeed, to the shopkeeper Qian of the Muyang Pavilion, a few spirit beads are really nothing."
In Muyang Pavilion, Qian Hexun, the chief shopkeeper.
Only the arrival of this person will make those sword cultivators stand outside the door and dare not approach.
On Firefly Island, the rumors that the Muyang Pavilion is backed by the endless sea forces have never stopped.
Qian Hexun looked at Han Muye with his hands behind his back.
"Thousand Machine Swords follow the tricky path of Li Jian, and the swordsmanship shown by Xiu's skills is very good." Han Muye said softly.
"However, if you can penetrate into the sword with the method of tempering the soul, refine the sword body separately, wait for the sword to take shape, and use the soul to control the sword to form a sword array, the combat power-"
Han Muye paused.
Qian Hexun clenched his hands behind his back.
"The combat power can be more than tripled." Han Muye whispered softly.
Qian Hexun's eyes twitched.
A great cultivator holding a half-magic weapon, his combat power tripled, that is, he is invincible at the same level!
The value of such a sword is immeasurable.
Nodding, Qian Hexun said in a low voice, "Is that pagoda post really for sale?"
Sell?
Sell.
"Treasurer Qian, the great monster of the endless sea also wants to learn about Confucianism and Taoism?" Han Muye said with a smile.
Educating.
The Confucianism and Taoism in this picture is awe-inspiring, but it should not be played.
Without the cultivation of the heavenly realm, it is really possible to be influenced by this pagoda post and become a Confucian cultivator wearing a Confucian robe and holding a folding fan.
It would be interesting if an endless sea monster covered in scales wore a green robe and held a folding fan.
Qian Hexun opened his mouth, finally shook his head, took out a small jade box, put it on the counter, turned around and left.
"Boss Qian, come here often." Han Muye said with a smile, while holding the jade box in his hand.
Starting with the jade box, the corners of his eyes moved slightly.
In the jade box, there is only one spiritual stone.
The best spirit stone!
Back then, when I searched all over the Western Xinjiang, I only found two top-quality spiritual stones.
The preciousness of top-quality spirit stones is not only that one piece can be used as a million spirit stones, but also its role in opening the space formation.
The stable output of spiritual energy can support the void formation that transmits countless thousands of miles.
Is this what Qian Hexun meant by himself, or is it the meaning of the endless sea power behind it, or is this the meaning of the Endless Heavenly Venerate?
Tianzun showed his favor, or did the endless sea want to get in touch with Tianxuan and stand on Tianxuan's side?
With a flash of light in his eyes, Han Muye put away the jade box.
No matter if it's a test or a favor, he still has to accept this top-quality spirit stone.
Why don't you take it if you earn it with your ability?
Zeng Daniu and Shao Tianyi came back, Zeng Daniu was holding a pile of scrolls, while Shao Tianyi led a few guys from the Sword Furnace and Sword Workshop to bring dozens of swords.
In the afternoon, a sword cultivator arrived, spent fifty spirit beads, and asked Han Muye to help him evaluate swords.
A top-grade spirit weapon.
Han Muye received him on the second floor of the Yujing Sword Shop. Outsiders don't know the specific results of the sword evaluation.
But when the sword cultivator left, there was a bit of joy on his face.
In the next few days, Han Muye spent most of his time in seclusion, and when he left the seclusion, he chose fate to review swords.
At the entrance of Yujing Sword Shop, there are many more sword cultivators.
This made the business of Jia Wu and others in the surrounding stores much better.
Because the business was good enough, after Han Muye collected a bunch of Spirit Stone Spirit Orbs, he grabbed a handful of Spirit Orbs as a reward to Shao Tianyi and Zeng Daniu.
The last time Han Muye gave the Spirit Orb, Zeng Daniel To Jia Wu helped to buy a few body-refining medicinal pills, and also found a body-refining exercise.
In the past few days, Zeng Daniel's whole body was full of qi and blood, and it was already a standard physical training.
It's just that he is still a little confused.
Today Han Muye rewarded the Lingzhu again. When Han Muye turned to go upstairs, Zeng Daniel rushed to Shao Tianyi impatiently: "Brother Shao, I, I want to go back..."
Hearing his words, Shao Tian glanced at the sky, nodded and said, "Brother Daniel, you are not slow now, just go back to the Jianpu before it gets dark."
Zeng Daniu grinned, put the Lingzhu in his arms, wrapped the small toys he bought for his two children and the golden hairpins sold by his mother-in-law, and strode out of the city.
Shao Tianyi watched Zeng Daniel leave, his eyes flickered, and he was silent for a moment. He walked to Jia Wu's store next door and invited Jia Wu.
The sword shop is like this, as long as Han Muye is not downstairs to review swords, people who come to buy swords can buy swords, and if they don't, they can do whatever they want.
"Treasurer, Zeng Daniel is going back to visit relatives, and I will **** him." Shao Tianyi stood at the stairs on the second floor and bowed to speak.
"Go." Upstairs, Han Muye's voice came.
Shao Tianyi bowed and left.
After a while, Han Muye paced down from the upstairs.
"Why, are you still worried?" Jia Wu, who was sitting at the counter, said with a smile, "This guy is full of suffocation, and it is difficult to restrain himself. It is not difficult to protect a Zeng Daniel, right?"
Whether it is Jia Wu or Shen Fugui and others, their cultivation and eyesight are not bad.
How can he be an ordinary person who can open a shop on Broken Star Island for decades and hundreds of years?
"Deadly Tower, I'm actually also interested in them." Han Muye's expression was calm, he raised his hand, and a sword on a wooden frame fell into his hand.
A medium-grade spirit tool.
Watching Han Muye walk out of the store, Jia Wu shook his head.
People like him and Shen Fugui will no longer be involved in the fighting in the cultivation world, and they will only be doing small businesses safely and steadily.
But Han Muye, not them.
This is a cultivator who has never lost his spirit and has a sword in his heart.
"Outside of Broken Star Island, is it still so colorful?" Jia Wu whispered softly, turned his head, and looked at the long swords that exuded the slightest sword aura in the shop.
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Zeng Daniel ran very fast.
He felt that he had inexhaustible strength.
It turned out that this is the feeling of body training.
From the first half a zhang when he ran, to the later one zhang, at this time, he was already able to take a 30-zhang!
He had only felt the whistling of the wind blowing in his ears in the wind and waves of the sea.
This speed comes from me!
Running out of the city, along the avenue, there was smoke and mist surging behind Zeng Daniel.
"Hey—"
With a light sound, Zeng Daniel felt that something seemed to fly past his ear.
Did you run so fast that the birds were startled?
He thought proudly, the speed is faster.
There were more and more harsh sounds in his ears.
As if, as if it was a collision of swords.
This voice is familiar to Zeng Daniel, who is a clerk in the sword shop.
Could it be that he had been in the sword shop for a long time, the sword energy entered his body, and he had hallucinations?
A little scared, Zeng Daniel ran faster until he saw the outline of the town ahead.
With a long smile, he strode over.
He didn't notice that behind him, holding a long sword and wearing blood, Shao Tianyi stood there, like a lonely mountain.
Shao Tianyi pointed the front of the sword in his hand, blocking more than a dozen figures.
With a smile on his pale face, looking at the figures slowly surrounding him, he said lightly, "My brother just wants to go home and have a look."
"He also has his parents and mother-in-law, and two children."
"Don't look for him if you have anything."
"Find me."
"I, have no worries."
"Damn."
