If you can't be a son-in-law, you have to be sanctified

Chapter 354
The young sword armor Lu Jing.

An Ruolu mentioned Lu Jing's name with a bit of reverence in his tone.

"Although I am the private school teacher in the Zhufeng Mansion, the mansion is not a family of cultivation, and there are very few people who are proficient in martial arts and cultivate the soul.

But Lu Jing's name is also like thunder.

It is admirable that young people can achieve such achievements. "

The storyteller also nodded and said with a smile: "This Lu Jing also has some connections with me, he still owes me a favor.

It's just that I don't know if he can survive this encounter.

If he died in this catastrophe, it would be my loss. "

When the storyteller said this, he looked An Ruolu up and down again, and said: "Compared to when you first went to that An'xi Road, your spirit is much higher, and you are no longer so depressed.

Presumably, this trip to Taixuanjing gave you some hope? "

"It's not surprising." An Ruolu lowered his head to drink, and then put down the cup in his hand: "Life is like a practice, when you are in trouble, you stop the dirty wine glass, and when you are proud, you can see all the Taixuan flowers in a day.

I first went to Anxi Dao because I made a mistake in making swords. Daji made me disappointed in my way of making swords, and made me unable to see the way forward. So I left Yuezhi silently and came to Dafu Anxi Dao. I never thought that it would take more than ten years to live here. "

"But today, I'm going to forge a sword for that young man's sword armor, even though I don't have any certainty in my heart, I still think it's an excellent opportunity.

After all... the matter of sword casting is not just about me as a swordsmith. How the sword holder raises the sword spirit also plays a vital role. "

"The sword spirit is easy to get, but if you want to enter my Dharma Eye and become the tenth in the world, I'm afraid it will not be that easy."

The storyteller turned his head to look out the window while talking.

He frowned slightly, and smiled again: "That young sword armor came looking for you."

An Ruolu also followed the storyteller's gaze.

But he saw Lu Jing with a jade-like face, coming in white, followed by an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl.

At this time, the sun had already set, and the light shone on Lu Jing, making Lu Jing look like a person in a painting.

An weak deer looked calm, he stood up without thinking, and walked out of the Sifang restaurant.

"The Yue clan Anweilu, see Jing Guogong."

When Lu Jing approached, An Ruolu saluted Lu Jing respectfully, even though his expression did not change, his eyes were serious.

Lu Yi blinked, stood behind Lu Jing and looked at the simple-minded young man in front of him, with a bit of curiosity on his face.

Lu Jing didn't rely on his status as the Duke of the state to act arrogantly towards others. He took a step forward and helped An Ruolu up.

An weak deer straightened up, his gaze fell on the sword at Lu Jing's waist.

"Grass Cutter Knife, Immortal Butcher Black Gold."

These two swords are both first-class famous soldiers in the world.

If it weren't for the indelible origin of Tu Xian's black gold, in fact, Jing Guogong no longer needs to forge swords. "

An weak deer sighed in his heart.

The middle-aged storyteller followed An Ruolu out of the Sifang restaurant.

When Lu Jing saw this middle-aged man, he naturally remembered that he had entered the palace to participate in politics for the first time after he became the Duke of the State, and when he was saddened by Taichong Longjun's guilt, he had come to Sifang Restaurant to look for a mysterious storyteller.

At that time, he only got a note with a message from the mysterious storyteller.

And there was a vague aura left on the note, and that aura was no different from the aura flowing out of the middle-aged man.

What surprised Lu Jing even more was... Lu Jing's current cultivation base is also considered very good. He can clearly feel the blood of the divine tower flowing in the body of An Ruolu in front of him, but when he looks at the middle-aged man in front of him again, Aged people, only feel that the courage of middle-aged people is like a deep sea without wind, calm, vast but unfathomable.

Taixuanjing is indeed the most prosperous place in the world, with strong people emerging one after another.

"This middle-aged man, presumably, is the mysterious strong storyteller in the Sifang wine shop."

The middle-aged man also saluted Lu Jing, and Lu Jing returned the salute.

The middle-aged man invited a few more people into Sifang Restaurant.

The storytelling table was empty, and the middle-aged man was pouring tea for Lu Jing and Lu Yi.

An Ruolu's gaze was always on the Tuxian black gold on Lu Jing's waist.

Lu Jing thought for a while, then untied Tu Xian's black gold and handed it to An Ruolu.

An Ruolu rolled up his long sleeves and took Tu Xian's black gold.

The long sword was unsheathed, and a cold light overflowed immediately.

"Without this famous first-grade sword, Duke Jing would be stronger. I'm afraid he still wouldn't be able to kill that Northern Qin servant who raised a tripod."

An weak deer's eyes were blurred, and he stroked the body of the black gold sword of the immortal slaughter: "The famous sword has a spirit, which can greatly increase the sword energy and vitality, and the real background of this black gold sword of the immortal slaughter is actually the sword of the immortal.

When Emperor Chongtian was the crown prince, countless immortals died under the black gold sword of slaughtering immortals.

At that time, the spiritual tide was about to rise, and Emperor Chongtian was in high spirits. He only felt that one day he would be the top of the mountain and see all the mountains and small mountains at a glance. "

Clang!

He put the Tuxian black gold into the scabbard, and handed it to Lu Jing: "Originally, it would be perfect to use this Tuxian black gold to fight against the Heavenly West Tower.

It's just a pity that it was once the sword of Emperor Chongtian.

The immeasurable aura of Emperor Chongtian has turned into a cage, restraining the black gold sword spirit of Tuxian. It is in the hands of Jing Guogong, unable to exert its true power, and the word Tuxian has become empty talk.

what a pity. "

Lu Jing took Tu Xian's black gold with a soft look in his eyes.

He caressed the blade of this famous sword carefully, and said softly: "I just don't know why this sword has not been listed among the famous swords in the world.

I have never seen Tu Xian Hei Jin's name in various chronicles. "

An Ruolu glanced at the middle-aged man sitting next to him, and said: "All the powerful people in the world say that the reason why Tuxian Black Gold is not included in the list of famous swords in the world is because this sword was hidden by Emperor Chongtian.

In fact, it was because the person who ranked the famous swords was too timid to rank the two sabers used behind Emperor Chongtian. "

"For example, this Tuxian Heijin, he is the tenth most famous sword in the world, he is only slightly inferior to Toad Soul, and he is much stronger than the tenth in the world today.

But just because Emperor Chongtian said, "This sword can kill immortals, but it can't level the sky, it can't be used, and it won't show up in the world", the reputation died in the world, and now the world is missing the tenth most famous sword in the world? "

"Tenth in the world?" Lu Jing gave a slight pause to the fingers that touched the blade.

But the middle-aged man glared at An Ruolu, sighed and shook his head and said: "Emperor Chongtian holds the most powerful artifact in the world, his words are a real great fortune for swordsmen.

One word can make a swordsman live, and it can make a swordsman die.

As soon as Emperor Chongtian said a word, Tuxian Black Gold would naturally not be included in the list of famous swords in the world. "

"If you don't believe me, you can also ask Lord Jing Guo. At that time, the Black Gold Sword of the Immortal Slayer was the tenth most famous sword in the world, but now the Black Gold Sword of the Immortal Slaughter can compare with Qian Xiushui, who is ranked eleventh, or even the No. 17 sword in the world. .[-] seven-foot jade?"

Lu Jing looked at the deep light flashing across Tu Xian's black gold, and just shook his head slightly.

An Ruolu seemed to feel it was a pity, pursed his lips, and finally said: "This sword cut through the landlord on the first floor in the sky, but in the end it was limited by the words of Emperor Chongtian, and the courage of Emperor Chongtian to swallow the world. It is worthy of the first rank. But it will no longer be the tenth place in the world.”

When Lu Jing heard An weak deer's words, his eyes became softer, and he carefully tied Tu Xian's black gold around his waist.

"As Mr. An said, this sword is not worthy of me after all."

Lu Jing spoke eloquently.

The deep brilliance on the black gold of Tu Xian became dimmer again.

Lu Jing seemed to be aware of it, and his right hand landed on Tu Xian's black gold and stroked it lightly.

An Ruolu was also aware of this scene, with some surprise in his eyes, but he didn't ask any more questions after all.

Sitting beside Lu Jing, Lu Yi could clearly feel that Tu Xian's black gold was trembling slowly.

"Since the sword has a spirit, and the black gold of Tu Xian is used by Jing Guogong, he should feel guilty for not being able to exert its true power."

The mysterious middle-aged man suddenly spoke, and said with a smile: "It's a pity that this sword, although it has the heart to repay the Lord, is no longer enough to deal with the West Tower in the sky."

Lu Jing held Tu Xian's black gold sword hilt thoughtfully.

After a few breaths, he finally raised his head and asked An Ruolu, "Mr. An, Zhao Qingyang from Zhenwu Mountain brought a furnace of incense ashes, and the abbot monk of Da Leiyin Temple brought a great monk's relic. I practice swords.

But I don't know if I want to forge a sword, is it better to receive the incense burner, or the relic of the great monk? "

"Abbot Monk...has come to Taixuanjing too?" An Ruolu's pupils moved slightly, smiled, and said: "But I never thought that Jing Guogong's casting of swords would become a major event that shocked the world.

Zhenwu Mountain and Daleiyin Temple are the leaders of Taoism and Buddhism respectively.

The incense ash is probably the incense ash under the statue of Emperor Zhenwu, under the true priest of heaven and earth.

And the abbot monk brought the relic of the great monk and wanted to cast a sword for Duke Jing, so the relic should come from Leiyin Temple Li Xiuyuan, who is also a well-known eminent monk Jiyuan.

After the spirit wave, he sat down in Daleiyin Temple with his saber in his arms, leaving only one relic behind. "

"Zhenwu incense ashes are excellent, and the relics are no exception, each of them contains extremely strong sword energy.

It's just that it may not be that easy for incense ash and relics to truly become sword-making materials.

After all, neither incense ash nor relics can be controlled by an ordinary swordsman.

If you knew it was uncontrollable and refined it into a sword, then this new sword would not be used by Jing Guogong. "

Lu Yi's eyes lit up when he heard An Ruolu's words, and asked, regardless of ladylike etiquette, "Mr. An, Brother Jing San is extremely gifted in swordsmanship and is famous all over the world.

If the third brother Jing has the ability to control the sword energy in incense ash and relics, can he cast swords with these two materials! "

Lu Yi finished asking.

An Ruolu and the middle-aged man glanced at each other.

An weak deer did not speak.

The middle-aged man glanced at Lu Jing and said with a smile, "Mr. Jing Guo is famous for his strong sword spirit.

Fuguang Jianqi, Sunrise Dongjun, is naturally admired by swordsmen all over the world.

However, the sword energy contained in the incense ash is the vitality and sword light produced by the true priest of heaven and earth, Emperor Zhenwu.

It's just that Li Xiuyuan of Daleiyin Temple I mentioned just now... is also a rare eminent monk in Daleiyin Temple.

Before the spiritual tide, he was expected to ascend to the sword armor of the world, and the World-Dangling Sword in his hand was also very famous in that era.

How can the sword light contained in the relics left by the heavenly beings of the eight realms be so easy to convince? "

"Jing Guogong, it's a pity that you are too young. Although your combat power is extraordinary, you can only reflect five stars after all. In fact, I will give you a few more years of light and shadow..."

The middle-aged man spoke eloquently.

The sword light born in the truth of heaven and earth...

The relics left by the gods of the eight realms...

Lu Yi is also a practitioner, even if her cultivation level is not high, she can still hear the weight of these words.

She heard the middle-aged man's words again, and she looked a little disappointed.

"In this way, the incense ashes and relics cannot be refined into the sword..."

Lu Yi was feeling sorry.

Lu Jing looked at the faint smile on the middle-aged man's face, and asked, "I don't know Mr.'s name?"

"My name is Sun Boyuan, and I am the owner of this Sifang wine shop."

The mysterious Sun Boyuan looked at Lu Jing with a smile on his face.

An Ruolu at the side pondered for a while, and then said: "With Jing Guogong's kendo attainments, it is actually not impossible to forge relics into the sword.

The abbot monk actually came here in person, he only needs to carve the scriptures on the sword, Jing Guogong recites them all the time, and comprehend the Buddhadharma, if he can connect with the sword light in the relic, it is possible to control the world-shattering sword light. "

When An weak deer said this, a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes.

"It seems that Daleiyin Temple made a special trip here, just like the relic's predecessor, the eminent monk Li Xiuyuan, in order to cultivate a Buddhist relationship with Jing Guogong."

Sun Boyuan straightened his robes and stood up: "The incense ashes are about the same, Zhao Qingyang must have been ordered by Zhenwu Mountain Lord to come here with the incense ashes.

He should also have the method to control the light of the real martial arts sword, it depends on Jing Guogong who chooses between the two. "

"Is it Zhenwu Mountain, or Daleiyin Temple?"

Sun Boyuan stared at Lu Jing with burning eyes.

Lu Jing's eyes fell on the cups on the table.

Lu Yi was a little naive, she frowned and thought carefully: "Zhenwu Mountain is a famous and upright school, the top of the world.

According to the records in the Fengwuzhi given to me by Brother Jing San, even Baili Qingfeng of the Evil Dao Sect would often go to Zhenwu Mountain to burn incense.

The Great Human Buddha of Daleiyin Temple is also the leader of Buddhism in the world. The Prince of Donggong once received the Bodhisattva method of killing animals from the Great Human Buddha.

Both of them are inextricably linked with the Dafu court.

Now that they have sent treasures over, judging by what Zhao Qingyang and the abbot monk are saying, I'm afraid they can only choose one of them...

Brother Jing... who should I choose? "

Lu Yi thought hard.

Lu Jing's expression didn't change at all. He was still sitting in front of the table, standing still, but raised his head and asked An Ruolu: "Can incense ash and relics be refined into swords by the hands of the master?"

An Ruolu was very confident, nodded and said: "Whether it is incense ash or the relic left by Li Xiuyuan, it can be refined into the sword."

When the swordsmith who forged two famous swords spoke, there was a ray of light in his eyes.

For him, whether it is incense ash or relics, if it can be put into the sword, it will definitely improve the rank of the sword.

"I don't know if Duke Jing wants to use incense ashes to enter the sword, or to use relics..."

"Mr. An, you misunderstood." Lu Jing's voice was normal, and he interrupted An Ruolu's question: "I'm asking Mr. An, if Zhenwu Mountain incense ash and Daleiyin Temple relics are included in the sword, is it okay?"

An weak deer was stunned.

Even Sun Boyuan, who stood up to Lu Jing to add some tea, couldn't help but froze.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple to persuade Zhenwu Mountain and Daleiyin Temple to help Duke Guo control the two sword lights of Taoism and Buddha."

Sun Boyuan flicked his wrist and continued pouring tea.

At this time, Lu Jing shook his head and flicked Tu Xian Hei Jin lightly.

"No need to convince them."

"Since they have sent treasures, if they want to form a good relationship with their country, is there any reason why they should not accept it?"

Tuxian Black Gold...

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