Chapter 71: Heart sword

"Well, the temple has the grace of knowing me, you can't report it."
Lin Muyu put down the weapon he held in his arms and said, "These are the swords of the spirits. What should be the value according to the market?"
Goyang looked away from the distance and said, "Liu instructor, you used to be supervised in the Imperial Weapons Division. Can you identify the grades of these soldiers?"
Liu instructor is a big man with a mustache. He walks up and picks up a sword. He slams his sling, his fingers sway on the sword, his eyes are shining, and he smiles: "Good sword... This is a handle The black iron sword of the spirits, the market price is between 700-1200 gold coins, is the treasure of many nobles."
Lin Muyu turned and smiled at Lei Hong: "Then sell it to the temple at half price. These swords cost 500 gold coins each time. Grandpa Lei Hong, what do you think?"
Lei Hong nodded happily: "Well, Geyang Deacon, set aside 2,500 gold coins from the temple to Lin Biao! Remember to put these swords on the top of the Weapons Court. Only Silver Star instructors and Venus instructors can use these weapons. ""
Ge Yang holds a fist: "Yes, deacon!"
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After Lin Muyu took the money, he left the temple, bought a new scabbard and went straight to the Wansheng Weapons Shop. A heart was filled with joy, and he completed the agreement with the old sword and recasted the sword. The semi-artifact of the fifth-order ideology of the handle, now the sword old should teach his superior swordsmanship as promised?
In the early morning, the Wansheng Weapon Shop was just opened. When Lin Muyu stepped in, he saw the sword standing on the branch, wearing a white robe, a sacred wind bone posture, foot The young leaves are on the branches of the young leaves, and the swords of the monk are slowly spinning. He is taking in the aura of the morning light, and he has a master-class master style.
God knows where the old sword is sacred, but at least Lin Muyu can almost certainly determine that this old sword repair will never be under Leihong and Quchu, perhaps the empire is also one of the few strong, but only reclusive. Nobody cares.
Lin Muyu did not rush to interrupt, but only holding the original sword, silently standing on the stone path, watching the old practice of the sword.
After more than an hour, the sun was already hanging high, and the aura in the morning light was gradually burned and dissipated. The old sword finally opened his eyes slowly, and glanced at the kid not far away, laughing: "Young man, have you finished the appointment?"
"Yes. Please come to more and faster chapters."
Lin Muyu jumped forward and leaped forward. He held the sword in his hand and presented the sword on one knee. He said, "Master, please check."
"Oh?"
The old man couldn’t help but smile. He reached out and held the sword of the scorpion. He slammed out a slam, and the flames on the blade screamed, and there was a scream of screaming, and the arc of the blade was simple and beautiful. There is the charm of the masterpiece, the fingers are gently swaying on the blade, and the violent screaming, can not help but smile: "The fifth-order 玄品, really is a good sword, using the soul of the 9000 years of fire ?"
Lin Muyu stunned: "Master can know this?"
The old man laughed happily: "If you can't know this, how can you be your master?"
"Ha, too..."
"Get up, I will accept you as a disciple. Update it in the first place."
"Thank you, Master!"
Lin Muyu stood up and had an inexhaustible joy on his face.
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The old sword looked at the new disciple and said: "The road of the sword is vast and endless. If you want to learn the real sword, you must make a sword. If you don't have a sword, you can't communicate with the sword. Ling, understand?"
Lin Muyu is confused: "Not very clear..."
The old sword smiled slightly: "It's no wonder that your previous swordsmanship did not even count the fur. Just say it a bit. The general swordsmanship on the rivers and lakes is a gas sword, using gas to control the flight of the sword, but this The cultivation of the door is a sword of the heart. To put it simply, it is the spirit of the sword and the sword in the blade. The sword is one, so even if the blade leaves, it will change with your mind."
"Is there a difference between a sword and a sword?" Lin Muyu asked with a smile.
The old man couldn't help but laugh, and he refused to ask: "When the battle against the base, your mind changes quickly, or is the change of qi fast?"
Lin Muyu realized in an instant: "I understand Master, and the sword is the best in the sword!"
The sword is old and light, and the white beard has a singular arrogance in the world. "Yes, when you master the sword, you will find that the sword is so awkward."
"Well, thank you Master, when will we start?"
"Are we not already starting?"
"Ah, forgive the disciples..."
"Right. More and faster chapters please come." Sword old suddenly interrupted his speech.
"What happened to Master?"
The old man coughed and coughed and smiled: "Follow me to learn Yu Jianshu is OK, but not white, before you learn, you need to add a sacred sword and two swords for my Wansheng weapons shop. ,May I?"
Lin Muyu immediately shook his hand and said: "Should!"
"Well, let's start, the first step, you must first have a sword in the field. The sword is originally a mortal iron. Because of the sword, there is a spirit. The sword moves with the heart, there is no sword in the hand, and there is a sword in the heart..."
Sword Lao said a martial art, let Lin Muyu recite it first, and then taught him a set of infuriating methods. After a teaching, he said: "I went to the inner chamber to meditate and practice, and you practice in this yard." In the next three days, you must understand the sword heart, otherwise you will not be qualified to continue learning to defend your sword."
Lin Muyu seemed to understand and nodded, and sat on the stone steps in the courtyard, quietly breaking into the comprehension of the Kendo heart.
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The old sword turned and flew into the back hall, sitting there quietly, the butler at the side was already more than 60 years old, holding a fragrant tripod, whispered: "Sword old, let this child understand the sword heart for three days, is it some? Is it too difficult for him? You know, even if your understanding is enough, it takes five days and five nights to understand Jianxin!"
The old man smiled lightly: "Everything is all made. I have always used it in the wild. I don't want to accept the apprentice. This child has some savvy. Can you learn from Jian Xin? You can only send him three meals. Yes."
"Yes."
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This sitting is two days. In two days, Lin Muyu only ate three meals, but did not feel very hungry.
The old sword said that "the sword is the iron, because of the sword, there is a spirit", this sentence alone makes Lin Muyu ponder for two days and two nights, what is the sword in the heart?
Suiyuan sword spread on the legs, quietly feeling the sword, the late autumn night is chilly, bursts of cold wind across the face, he closed his eyes, but the body slowly rose to a blue true The gas was turned into a blade shape, and then it broke into the body, which made the housekeeper stunned.
Gradually, although Lin Muyu has closed his eyes, he can see the chaotic void in Yihai slowly condensing a long red sword, which is the virtual image of Suiyuan Sword!
"How?" He was stunned. Why did Sugawara get into his own sea? Is this the sword that the old man said?
"Hey..."
The 燎 剑 sword on the leg made a low whistling sound, Lin Muyu suddenly stood up and regained the Suiyuan sword, and suddenly a feeling of spiritual maintenance came from the hilt. First time update
"Oh..."
The door of the back hall was opened, and the old sword stepped out. The smile with a thumbs up on his face: "Lin Muyu, you really didn't let me down, I actually realized Jian Jian in two days and two nights!"
Lin Muyu gave a slight glimpse: "Do I understand Jianxin? Master... How do you know my real name?"
"Whoever you know, how can you dare to accept you as a disciple?"
Jian Lao laughed: "The next cultivation is psychic, send your consciousness into the sword, and psychic with the sword spirit, but be careful, there will be some danger in this cultivation process, one carelessness of your consciousness It may be swallowed up by the soul of the sword. After all, the swordsman is mostly fierce, and it is not so easy to really tame. The first time to update"
"Well, I know."
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The old sword turned and returned to the house. Lin Muyu held the Suiyuan sword and sat down again. He closed his eyes and slowly extended his consciousness. He infiltrated into the sword.
In the body of the sword, if there is another chaotic world, there is nothingness and darkness. Lin Muyu’s consciousness is turned into a body shape, and the darkness around him is watched with horror.
"Roar……"
Suddenly, there was a red-hot beast in front of him, flying in the air and circling, opening a mouth is a fierce cull attack, it is the spirit beast in the sword body - fire!
"what?!"
Lin Muyu hurriedly opened his hand and used his arms to open the upper and lower eyes of the fire. But the power of the fire was too strong, and he still bite down fiercely. He screamed, and the right arm of Lin Muyu was already in pain. Was bitten, and the fire slammed the beautiful meal and swallowed it. It was screaming, and the claws were culled again!
"puff……"
Lin Muyu’s conscious body was broken open in the blink of an eye, and the body turned into a starlight that was slowly dissipating. The fire screamed again and again, and Zhangkou bit his other arm.
"brute!"
Lin Muyu whispered, an indescribable anger emerged from the bottom of my heart. The next moment, a golden light bloomed in the darkness, a golden dragon with a flame coming out of his body, a long dragon body surrounded by Lin Muyu was in the week, and the dragonfly looked at the fire, and suddenly opened his mouth and slammed his head, biting the head of the fire, and biting it!
"Snapped!"
The huge dragon claws swayed, firmly holding the neck of the fire, the dragon mouth opened, the flames swelled, and it was necessary to swallow the fire with a flame.
"Hey..."
The fire sighed with a sigh of relief, and lowered the head of pride, and the sly image was crying.
He is actually begging for mercy! ?
In front of the real dragon, how can the fire in a district go wild?
Lin Muyu couldn't help but laugh, the power slowly dissipated, and the image of the true dragon that haunted the body slowly disappeared, and the fire was squatting at the foot of Lin Muyu, if it had already been loyal.
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"Oh, this is almost the same..."
He chuckled and slowly recovered his consciousness. He opened his eyes and looked down. He sensed a joyful feeling in the sword of Suiyuan. Sure enough, Jianxin could psychic with the swordsman. It turned out to be such a magical thing. what!
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