If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified

  Chapter 354 Heaven and Earth Incense Ash Eight Realms of Heaven and Man Relics

  Junior 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 Zhuifeng 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 impressive.

  It is really admirable for young people to have such achievements. "

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

   I just don’t know if he can survive this time of falling from the sky to the west.

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

  The storyteller looked up and down at An Ruolu once he said this, and said, "Compared to when you first went to the Anxi 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 down and down, you stop the dirty wine glass, and when you are proud, you can see all the flowers in one 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 much confidence in my heart, I still think this is 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. "

   "Sword spirits are easy to obtain, but if you want to enter my Dharma eyes and enter the tenth place in the world, I'm afraid it will not be that easy."

  Mr. 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 clothes, 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.

   "Yueshi Anweilu, see Jing Guogong."

  As 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-looking 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 falsely helped An Ruolu up.

  An Ruolu straightened up, his eyes fell on the sword at Lu Jing's waist.

   "Grass-cutting knife, black gold for slaughtering immortals."

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

  If it weren't for the fact that Tuxian Black Gold still has some indelible origins, in fact, Jing Guogong no longer needs to forge swords. "

  An Ruolu sighed in his heart.

  The middle-aged storyteller also walked out of the Sifang Winery with An Ruolu.

  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 find a mysterious storyteller.

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

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

What surprised Lu Jing even more was... Lu Jing's current cultivation base is also considered to be 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 looked at the middle-aged man in front of him again, People, only feel that the spirit of middle-aged people is like a deep sea without wind, calm, vast but unfathomable.

   Taixuanjing deserves to be the most prosperous 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 desk 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 weak deer.

  An Ruolu rolled up his long sleeves and took the black gold from Tu Xian.

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

   "Without this famous first-grade sword, Jing Guogong would be stronger. I'm afraid he still can't kill that Beiqin servant who held a tripod."

  An weak deer's eyes were blurred, and he stroked the body of the black gold sword of Tuxian: "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 Tuxian is actually Slaying 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 things 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 against Tianshang Xilou.

   It's just a pity that it used to be the sword of Emperor Chongtian.

  The unrivaled 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, his eyes were quite soft.

  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 world's famous swords.

  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: "Everyone in the world says that the reason why Tu Xian Hei Jin 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 was originally the tenth most famous sword in the world, only slightly inferior to Toad Soul, and much stronger than the tenth in the world today.

  But just because Emperor Chongtian said, "This sword cuts down immortals, but it can't be used to level the sky, it's unusable, and it won't show up in the world", and the reputation died in the world. So the world has lost the tenth most famous sword in the world? "

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

  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.

  Since Emperor Chongtian said a word, Tu Xian Hei Jin naturally cannot 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, can the Black Gold Sword of the Immortal Slaughter be as good as Qian Xiushui, who was ranked eleventh, or even the No. 1 sword in the world? Seventeen's seven-foot jade?"

  Looking at the deep light flashing on Tu Xian's black gold, Lu Jing 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 have sensed something, and his right hand landed on Tu Xian's black gold and stroked it lightly.

  An Ruolu also noticed this scene, his eyes were a little surprised, and he didn't ask any more questions after all.

  Sitting beside Lu Jing, Lu Yi could clearly feel that Tuxian Heijin was trembling slowly.

   "Since the sword has a spirit, Tu Xian's black gold is used by Jing Guogong, and 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, thoughtful.

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 Daleiyin Temple brought a great monk's relic. I practice swords.

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

   "Abbot Monk...has also come to Taixuanjing?" 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 ashes are probably the incense ashes under the statue of Emperor Zhenwu and the true priest of heaven and earth.

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

  After the spiritual wave, he sat down in Daleiyin Temple with his sword in his arms, leaving only one relic. "

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

  It's just that it is not so easy for incense ash and relics to become the material for making swords.

  After all, neither incense ash nor relics can be controlled by ordinary sword holders.

  If knowing that it is uncontrollable and refining it into a sword, then this new sword will 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 Ruolu never spoke.

  The middle-aged man glanced at Lu Jing, and said with a smile: "Jing Guogong is naturally famous for his sword spirit.

  Fu Guangjian Qi, 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 sacrifice of heaven and earth to Emperor Zhenwu.

  It’s just the Daleiyin Temple Li Xiuyuan I mentioned just now... Even in the Daleiyin Temple, there are countless eminent monks.

  He was expected to ascend to the Sword Armor of the World before the spiritual tide, and the World-Dangling Sword in his hand was also 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 felt it was a pity.

  Looking at the seemingly absent smile on the middle-aged man's face, Lu Jing 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 weak deer on the side pondered for a while, and then said: "With Jing Guogong's kendo attainments, it is actually not impossible to refine relics into the sword.

  The abbot monk actually came here in person. He only needs to carve the scriptures on the sword, and Jing Guogong recites them from time to time to understand Buddhism. "

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

   "It seems that the 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 Zhenwu 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 head of the Taoist school in the world.

  According to 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 Buddha on Earth in Daleiyin Temple is also the leader of Buddhism in the world. Prince Donggong was once taught by the Great Buddha on Earth to kill Bodhisattvas.

  Both are inextricably linked to the Dafu court.

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

  Brother Jing...who should I choose? "

  Lu Yi thought hard.

  Lu Jing's expression did not change at all. He was still sitting in front of the table, standing still, but raised his head and asked An weak deer: "Can incense ash and relics be refined into a sword 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 used in the sword, it will definitely increase the rank of the sword.

   "I don't know if Duke Jing wants to put incense ash into the sword, or use relics..."

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

  An Ruolu was stunned.

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

   "If you want to persuade Zhenwu Mountain and Daleiyin Temple to help Guogong control the two sword lights of Taoism and Buddha, I'm afraid it's not that simple."

  Sun Boyuan flicked his wrist and continued pouring tea.

  At this time, Lu Jing shook his head, and lightly flicked Tuxian Heijin.

   "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?"

  Tu Xian Black Gold...

   Get out of the sheath!

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