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

  Chapter 355 Two first-grade swords

   Flying sword, a sword in the sky, the sword light can go to the end of the world!

  The stars in the sky are like falling stars, just like a sword fairy in white leaning over and looking down, holding his sword fingers.

  The sword light suddenly appeared, and then disappeared from the Sifang wine shop without a sound.

  In Taixuan Palace, someone nodded and chuckled.

  On Qingyun Street, Jiang Baishi took advantage of the night to sit cross-legged next to the white cow, feeding the cow to graze.

  The white cow was grazing safely, but a flash of light flashed in the eyes of this divine beast.

  Jiang Baishi seems to have sensed that the man who looks like a farmer can't help but look up from behind the chief assistant.

   "Lu Jing climbed a heaven pass, saw the heavenly king and Taibai two stars, but he even realized the rumored Taibai sword light...

  The one who realizes Taibai Sword Light is nothing more than a Fourth Master, Ji Chen'an, in the world. "

  The peasant man sighed.

  Jiang Baishi coughed a few times, and said weakly: "When Master ascends to the sky, the sky will open the gate for him, and Taibai whispered to him.

   This Lu Jing ascended to the sky, in fact, the same is true.

   That's... actually a good thing. "

  The farmer was silent for a while, then nodded: "Is this good or bad for the master's chess game?"

  Jiang Baishi put down the fodder in his hands, stood up and touched the white cow's horns.

   "The chess game I am playing has also been finalized.

  Up to the sky, down to the world, plus Nayuyuan, Yanggu, Lei Jiehai, and Yang Jiehai, all of them are in my game.

  This is already the limit for the old man, and I will die soon. After my death, if the chess game is successful, it will be the best. If the chess game is not successful, I am just a handful of loess, so why worry about so much? "

   "I have tried my best. The fortune is on Lu Jing, and the variables are also on Lu Jing. Whether it is good fortune or variables, it has nothing to do with me."

  Jiang Baishi stroked the horns of the white bull carefully, and after a few breaths, he bent his body and turned back to the east hall.

  The farmer looked at Jiang Baishi's hunched body, feeling uncomfortable.

  Even during the spiritual tide, all the immortals in the sky fell into the world. This old man who once rode a white bull to roam the countryside, and later became the chief assistant of Dafu, had never been so depressed.

   "Among the countless years, is there no victory in the world?"

  The peasant man asked himself.

In today's world, there are Emperor Chongtian, King Dazhu, King Chong'an, Grand Duke Sun, several unrivaled generals, Jiang Baishi, Han Xintai, the world's top nine, and thousands of tyrannical people. .

   But even in this kind of world, the sage cannot be a sage, he still has to use the game of chess to figure out the sky.

   In such a world, when will the world win?

   Just when thoughts flickered in the peasant man's mind, the sword light that went straight to Taixuanjing suddenly shone brightly.

  The white bull, who was kneeling and grazing on the ground, also stood up. Its body was lingering with vitality, but then the vitality disappeared and flew towards Jokhang Mountain.

  The farmer's blood was like boiling magma. He raised his head and raised his hand at the place where the sword light flashed.

  The farmer seemed to want to grasp the vital energy flying between heaven and earth, but the vital energy passed through his fingers and flew away towards Jokhang Mountain one after another.

   "It's the legendary primordial star in the world."

  The farmer's eyes flashed with anger and blood. When he developed his profound skills, he fell in love with Jokhang Mountain.

   But on the Jokhang Mountain, there is an incarnation of a heavenly king standing on the peak.

  That day the king turned into a body under the Taibai star, and the sword energy wandered around the body of the king!

  The body of the pitch-black Heavenly King is more than ten feet tall, and his majesty is unparalleled.

  When he held the Taibai sword light in his hand, the dazzling sword energy flew up, and the mystery was unpredictable.

   "This is not Fuguang Jianguang, this is Taibai Jianguang."

  The farmer seemed to have remembered something, and his eyes suddenly became solemn.

  He turned his head and entered the East Hall.

  In the east hall, Jiang Baishi was sitting on the blue and white chair as always, and he was struggling to support his frail body to fall asleep.

  The peasant man walked up to Jiang Baishi, wanted to speak, but hesitated.

  But he only hesitated for two or three breaths.

  Jiang Baishi waved his hand gently: "After I die, if Lu Jing has never become a sharp knife to kill immortals, you can vote for him."

  …

   Abbot and monk Zhao Qingyang sat opposite each other.

  Monk Shenxiu poured tea for the two of them helplessly.

  Chenghui changed into a Taoist robe, and seeing that the abbot and Zhao Qingyang were reluctant to leave, she had to cook and prepare some vegetarian meals for them.

  One is an eminent monk of Daleiyin Temple.

  The other one is Zhenwu Mountain Daojian.

   Both of them have extraordinary identities, and their cultivation bases are much stronger than those of the young Buddhist disciples of the Jokhang Temple.

  They sat like this, without saying a word, but their eyes kept colliding, as if they were engaged in some kind of confrontation.

   "Jing Guogong sees Gou Chen, sees Kunpeng, and my Taoism has its own predestined law.

  Since the incident of General Butian in Pingping Township, Daleiyin Temple has stopped accepting lay disciples. Do you still expect Duke Jing to cut his hair and become a monk? "

   After a long while, Zhao Qingyang suddenly spoke. His words were full of hostility, and he stopped looking at the abbot monk when he spoke.

  The abbot monk chuckled, and asked Zhao Qingyang, "Can you forge swords?"

  Zhao Qingyang shook his head frankly.

  Abbot monk said again: "Master Ji Yuan's relic contains the sword light of the world, so gods, ghosts and monsters are not allowed to get close.

  When I forge a sword, I only need to engrave scriptures on the sword. Jing Guogong is the living heir of Master Ji Yuan.

  Although Zhenwu incense ash is good, do you have a way to make Jing Guogong easily understand the sword energy in that incense ash? "

  The abbot monk said this, and asked Zhao Qingyang: "Speaking of which, what kind of heaven and earth sword light is bred by this furnace of incense ash?"

  Zhao Qingyang replied: "It's Lord Jianguang Wulei."

  The abbot monk was taken aback for a moment, then squinted his eyes and laughed, his rich cheeks trembled.

  "Wu Leijun is naturally strong and powerful, but this sword light is fierce and strong. For thousands of years in Zhenwu Mountain, all those who have realized this sword light are eight-level heavenly beings.

  Brother Dao came here with such a furnace of incense ashes. I don't know whether he values ​​Jing Guogong too much, or thinks Jing Guogong too highly. "

  Zhao Qingyang waved his dust whisk and drove away a few mosquitoes.

   "Since I, Zhenwushan, dared to look for Lord Jing Guo to find a chance, there is naturally a way to subdue Lord Wu Lei. What's more, you must not forget that Lord Jing Guo mirrored Gou Chen Yuanxing, who was born with a destiny for my Thunder Law."

  The abbot monk was not worried, but just shook his head to himself.

   "Yuan Xing is Yuan Xing after all, Taoism is good at controlling thunder, it doesn't mean that Gou Chen belongs to Taoism.

  If this is the case, I once saw Jing Guogong reflecting on the Heavenly King Yuan Xing in the Great Buddha of Leiyin Temple. "

  Zhao Qingyang, the abbot and the monk were silent, and the two spoke with cynicism, not like two monks.

   "Senior brother, these two senior brothers from Da Leiyin Temple and Zhenwu Mountain speak with guns and sticks. How can there be any shadow of a person who has half of the Tao?" Cheng Hui lowered his voice and spoke to the monk Shenxiu.

Monk Shenxiu also quietly said to Chenghui: "This is a fight for opportunity. Daleiyin Temple and Zhenwu Mountain naturally have to send tough disciples. If everything is compromised, wouldn't the good opportunity like Mr. Lu Jing belong to someone else?" ?”

  Chen Hui sneered while kneading the dough, "Mr. Lu Jing didn't want to pay any attention to them, and left with Lu Yi's benefactor.

  In my opinion, neither Zhenwu Mountain nor Daleiyin Temple can form a good relationship with Mr. Lu Jing. "

  Monk Shenxiu also nodded seriously.

   "Mr. Lu Jing has always acted with his own temperament.

  Brother Abbot and Brother Qingyang said that they came here for a good relationship, but whether it is the relic or the incense ash, they can only be controlled by their respective orthodox inheritance.

  This is tantamount to letting Mr. Lu Jing accept their law and deepen the connection with them. "

   "But..." Monk Shenxiu paused, with some emotion in his tone: "The relic of Jiyuan and the ashes of Lord Wulei are both extremely precious.

  If it is used to forge a sword, coupled with the dragon bone of Taichong Dragon Lord, the sword produced must be a first-grade sword. "

  Zhao Qingyang, the abbot and the monk stared wide-eyed.

  The abbot monk intends to live in this Jokhang Temple.

  Zhao Qingyang seemed to be angry and had no intention of leaving.

  Chenghui is cooking.

  Monk Shenxiu was about to refill tea for the two of them.

   But in the sky, a ray of sword energy is coming towards the moonlight!

   Monk Abbot, Zhao Qingyang, and Monk Shenxiu all felt it.

  They looked up one after another.

  But I saw a sword light coming towards the west wind.

  Wanli West Wind thus gave birth to white light.

   White light suddenly appeared in the sky, and the peaks stood up.

  It seems that there is a **** and man holding a sword, straight to the Jokhang Mountain, the rolling vitality is condensed, the strength and softness meet and the energy is even, the magic is that there is no chaos.

  The vitality between the heaven and the earth is surging, and the fierce spirit seems to be guided by a kind of sword spirit, condensing in the void.

  Starlight fell from the sky, shining on the condensed vitality.

  The vitality becomes a dharma body.

  The dharma body was dark and mighty, with a huge palm sticking out, but there was a sword light flowing between the fingers, and the blazing sword light was shining brightly.

   Abbot Monk and Zhenwu Mountain Zhao Qingyang all opened their eyes wide, looking up at the huge Heavenly King Dharma Body in the sky.

   It is also at this time.

  That day Wang Dharmakaya suddenly spoke out, but it was Lu Jing's voice.

   "Since it is a gift, the relics of the Great Monk of Daleiyin Temple, Zhenwu Mountain Zhenwu Incense Ash... Lu Jing took them all.

  In the future, Lu Jing will definitely return with a sword. "

  That day the king opened his mouth.

  The ray of sword light in his hand flew up!

   This sword is brilliant, mysterious and extraordinary, and the brilliance goes straight for three hundred miles.

   At this moment, the entire Jokhang Temple was as bright as day.

   "Taibai... Jianguang?"

  Zhao Qingyang clenched his fist.

  He only knew that Lu Jingzhao saw Taibai and reflected Taibai Yuanxing, but he never received the sword light passed by Taibai Xingjun!

   "Those who reflect Taibai in the sky, not to mention others, even there are a few people in the Taibai Tower.

  But how has anyone among them ever realized Taibai Jianguang? "

  Zhao Qingyang sighed.

  The abbot monk was frowning.

  Shenxiu on the side poked his head: "Senior brothers, you are in a hurry.

  Mr. Lu Jing went to Zhangwu Daodong Mountain Lake not long ago, and used the Taibai Sword Light. Haven’t you heard of it? "

  Zhao Qingyang, the abbot and the monk looked at each other and shook their heads.

   And when the sword light was hanging in the air.

  Zhao Qingyang was silent for a while, and there was an extra incense burner in his hand.

  The sword light swirled, and the incense ash in the censer turned into dots of light, which were swept away by the sword light.

  The abbot and the monk watched with cold eyes.

  Seeing that in the incense ashes, there is a **** who holds thunder in his hand, which turns into sword light and rises in the air.

  Suddenly, the Heavenly King's big hand fell down, and there was also a thunderous light in his hand, which merged with the Taibai sword light and pierced into the incense ash.

  The incense ash that gave birth to the fierce thunder, unexpectedly fell silent.

   Abbot and monk gritted his teeth.

  But I saw the king of heaven standing on the mountain peak looking over at the abbot monk.

  The abbot and the monk had no choice but to think inwardly: "A person cannot stand without faith, let alone a sect?"

  He flicked his wrist, and a light yellow, round relic flew into the void.

   "It shouldn't be easy to subdue Grandmaster Li Xiuyuan's sword light..."

  The abbot monk's thoughts have not yet settled down.

   Another sword light fell from the sky.

  It was the light-supporting sword energy.

  The sword comes out of Fuguang, the sun rises in the east, and all the ghosts and monsters seem to be revealed here.

  The relic, which was originally aggressive and radiant, soared into the sky, as if it was about to wipe out all the demons in the world, suddenly dimmed its light, and flew down slowly, flying into the center of the heavenly king's body and eyebrows.

   Abbot Monk froze.

  Gritting his teeth, Zhao Qingyang suddenly pointed at the abbot monk and laughed.

   "It seems that this world-shattering sword light is similar to Jing Guogong's Fuguang sword spirit.

  Jianguang meets Jianqi, Jing Guogong wants to let the world-shattering Jianguang be used by him, it is easier than you and I imagined. "

  The abbot monk was silent for a while, and finally his brows stretched.

   "In any case, a good relationship has been formed, but it is not as deep as you and I thought.

  Lu Jing has a great future. He is not only the Duke of Dafu, but also an unrivaled young sword armor.

  He wanted to make a sword, so only Daleiyin Temple and Zhenwu Mountain knew the news and sent treasures, which is considered a good thing. "

  Zhao Qingyang nodded, and asked again: "Aren't you going to forge a sword for Duke Jing?"

  The abbot and the monk shook his head: "A senior has already entered Xuandu, and he came here to forge swords."

Zhao Qingyang was very puzzled: "You have to think about it clearly, forging a sword for Lu Jing, with the bones of a dragon, as well as relics and incense ash, you can definitely make a famous sword that ranks among the top 20 in the world, and can make your abbot famous forever. "

   "If you become a monk, you don't expect to be famous forever." The abbot monk clasped his hands together and said a Buddhist mantra: "I will forge a sword, and I can make a top 20 famous sword in the world.

  If his predecessors were allowed to forge swords, he might be able to forge a sword that is among the top fifteen in the world.

  Even... He can break through his own shackles and climb to another peak, why should I fight with him? Wouldn't it be better to give him a chance to climb to the top and add a master swordsmith to my world? "

  Zhao Qingyang's eyelids drooped slightly, and there was some admiration in the brilliance revealed in his eyes.

  The monk Shenxiu on the side poked his head over and asked the abbot monk: "Senior brother, you know that you can't beat the senior who made the sword, right?"

   Abbot Monk’s originally compassionate expression suddenly froze. He waved his hand and said angrily, “I’m a guest at the Jokhang Temple, and you won’t even prepare a vegetarian meal for me?”

  …

  In Sifang Restaurant.

   Tu Xian Hei Jin flew from afar and retracted the scabbard.

  Lu Jing stood up solemnly and saluted An Ruolu.

   "Sir, when will the sword be cast?"

  An Ruolu and Sun Boyuan stared blankly at a relic and a furnace of incense ash that came with Jianguang.

   Until several breaths of time have passed.

   Only then did An Ruolu realize that he stood up quickly, opened his arms wide, then folded his palms, saluted Lu Jing, and then took out a pen and paper.

   "Duke, apart from this incense ashes and relics, what other treasures are there?"

   "There is also a pair of keel bones."

   Lu Jing straightened up without changing his expression.

  An Ruolu gritted his teeth, nodded, and wrote it down on the straw paper.

  Lu Jing said again: "There are eight hundred catties of Dongtu Mountain Essence and a piece of Tianlu Fire Seed."

  An Ruolu nodded again.

  Lu Jing continued: "There are 1,400 real dragon balls, and the essence can be refined into them for later use in slaying dragons."

  An Ruolu sighed inwardly.

  He practiced this sword because he was afraid that he would offend the dragons in the world, but he still did not hesitate and recorded 1,400 dragon balls.

   "There are... two first-grade swords."

   "Two first-grade swords." An Ruolu was recording with a brush. When he just wrote the first word, he felt something was wrong.

  The swordsmith raised his head and looked at Lu Jing: "Two... first-grade swords?"

  Sun Boyuan's pupils condensed slightly, and he also stared at Lu Jing.

   Lu Jingchang took a deep breath and repeated: "Two first-grade swords."

  In Taixuan Palace, Emperor Chongtian looked up thoughtfully.

  (end of this chapter)