The two of them each took charge of one side, drawing the sword, wiping it, and then sheathing the sword.

As long as Han Muye puts his hand on the hilt of the sword, he can feel the length and weight of the sword and the refining technique.

At first, he wiped it very quickly.

The swords here were all newly refined, and there wasn't much information for him to understand.

Until later, when he stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of a sword, he was shocked, and an image fell into his mind.

A young swordsman in a green robe is wielding his sword freely and freely.

The sword light is like water, and the smoke waves are vast.

Xuanyuan Swordsmanship, Qingshui.

A cool breath penetrated Han Muye's body.

This time, he could clearly feel the cool breath flowing through his body and then spreading into his chest and abdomen.

What is this breath?

Curious in his heart, Han Muye raised his hand and drew another long sword.

Another screen appears.

An old man in gray robe only practiced one sword. This sword shattered the wind and thunder and blocked the mountains.

"Zi Yan, it's finally time to say goodbye."

The old man whispered, and then he set a prairie fire with a long sword, burning hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers.

When the clouds and smoke dissipated, the old man was no longer visible, only a mottled long sword was there.

Five Mysterious Swordsmanship, Starting a Prairie Fire.

"boom--"

A violent force suddenly poured into Han Muye's body, and the hot magma-like breath instantly ravaged his meridians, causing his whole body to convulse and tremble uncontrollably.

"Dang Cang——"

The long sword fell to the ground, and Huang Laoliu on the other side hurried over.

"Boy Han, what's wrong with you?"

Han Muye turned his head and grinned.

Then he felt that his whole chest seemed to explode, and a force of fire penetrated it.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Han Muye's body softened and he collapsed to the ground.

…

In the haze, Han Muye heard Huang Laoliu's voice.

"Thank you, ancestor, for taking the initiative."

When he opened his eyes, in front of Han Muye, besides Huang Laoliu, there was also an old man with white hair.

The old man held a mottled dagger in his hand, which was the same sword that Han Muye had pulled out before.

"Although this sword is only an ordinary sword, it is the sword worn by ancestor Tao Ran who rebelled against the family." Holding a dagger in his hand, the old man had a strange look on his face.

"Ancestor wears a sword?" Huang Laoliu was stunned and said hurriedly: "Ancestor wears a sword, doesn't it contain the sword's intention——"

"Ancestor, is his injury okay?"

"The sword energy enters the heart. Whatever happens, it's up to him." An old voice came.

The old man had a calm expression on his face. When he saw Han Muye waking up, he put his dagger on the wooden stand, turned around and left.

Huang Laoliu shouted from behind, and then whispered: "Farewell to my ancestor."

Han Muye watched the old man step onto the stairs of the sword pavilion to the second floor and disappear.

"Don't look, there are only three of us in our sword pavilion."

"When you see him in the future, just call him ancestor."

Huang Laoliu showed a hint of envy and admiration on his face, and said softly: "Jiange Guanjian Jiazi, the middle position of Jiuxuan Sword Sect is the same as the Taishang Elder."

Ancestor?

Is there always a third person in this sword pavilion?

Han Muye was stunned for a moment.

But think about it, in this three-story pavilion, he and Huang Laoliu are only responsible for the first floor, the second floor and the third floor. Naturally, a stronger person is needed to take charge.

"Sixth Brother, didn't you say that it is difficult for a sword watcher to survive for more than one year? If you can live for ten years, you are the deacon of the sect?"

"Has this person lived more than a century?"

It turns out that sword watchers can live for a long time.

How did this person come to life?

Seeing Han Muye's expression, Huang Laoliu snorted and waved his hands: "Boy, don't think so much. It's hard to say whether you can survive three months if your sword energy enters your chest and abdomen."

Speaking of this, his expression became softer and he looked at Han Muye: "If you want something to eat or drink -"

"If you want to do something, just do it."

Picking up the linen cloth for wiping the long sword, Huang Laoliu patted his shoulder and said, "You go and have a rest. I will wipe the remaining swords."

After saying that, he sighed softly, hunched his body and turned around in front of the wooden frame.

"Canglang——"

The sound of drawing a sword came.

Han Muye was a little confused.

You only have three months left to live?

Didn’t we agree on a year?

The sword energy enters the chest and abdomen?

Sword energy?

As soon as the thought came to his mind, his whole body was shaken, and a picture exploded in his mind.

At this time, he saw the scene in his chest and abdomen.

A ball of red flames with a radius of one foot was rolling, surrounded by cyan clouds, gray-yellow rustic atmosphere, and a clear spring like mist.

Then, in the empty surroundings, there were wisps of faint breath, constantly intertwining and entwining.

Is this sword energy?

Where are these sword energies?

The next moment, he had already sensed that these sword energies were all gathered in an empty and illusory space.

This space is indeed right at the center of his heart.

The sword energy enters my heart, is my life really not long?

As his mind moved, the sword energy moved slightly.

Han Muye could feel the emotion and grievance coming from these sword energies.

Sword Qi, has emotions?

Wronged?

Could it be that these sword spirits are trying to tell themselves that whether they can survive more than three months has nothing to do with them?

Sure enough, with Han Muye's thoughts, the sword energy was shaking again.

So spiritual!

Han Mu sighed softly in his ambition.

As if feeling his admiration, those sword energy jumped up and down, as if they were joyful.

As soon as the sword energy moved, Han Muye could feel the power flowing through his limbs and bones.

A trace of sword energy passed through the illusory space and passed through the meridians of his body.

The fiery red sword energy brought scorching heat, making him feel warm all over, while the earthy yellow sword energy made his muscles and bones feel like they had endless power.

The green sword energy seemed to be able to stimulate the growth of his body, and the cold sword energy, like water vapor, traveled through his body, calming his mind.

Will these sword energies really hurt me?

Han Muye stood up slowly and looked at the wooden frames stretching around him.

At this moment, he seemed to see every sword calling to him.

Every sword here seems to be close to him.

How could such sword energy hurt myself?
To be continued...