Zhao Qingyang frowned and cursed: "Half of it is about to be buried, but you are still playing around like this."

Lu Jing glanced at the two of them, then looked at Zhao Qingyang: "You came to Taixuanjing to forge swords for me?"

Zhao Qingyang shook his head: "Reporting to Duke Jingguo, the Taoist doesn't know how to forge swords, but he was ordered by my mountain master to come to Taixuanjing specially to deliver a furnace of incense ashes to Duke Jingguo."

As he spoke, he touched the sleeves of his Taoist robe, and a furnace of incense ashes suddenly appeared in front of him.

Lu Jing didn't know the origin of the incense ashes, but with his current level of cultivation, he could easily tell how much vitality was contained in the incense ashes.

These vitality are like crystals deposited in the incense ashes.

"In this incense burner, I just picked out a grain of incense ashes. I'm afraid it is also a very valuable treasure."

Lu Jing whispered in his heart.

But Zhao Qingyang glanced at the abbot monk and said: "The great Buddha in the human world is already a Buddha, but he can only dream of the human world.

Although I, the Lord of Zhenwu Mountain, am only a mortal, I also know that Duke Jing is about to forge a sword.

If the Buddha can do it, so can ordinary people."

"Brother Abbot, I wonder if the ashes of my furnace are more valuable than the relics of your great monk?"

The abbot monk clasped his hands together, called out the Buddha's name, shook his head and said: "The relic is as valuable as the Buddha's body, how can a furnace of incense and ashes compare to it?"

Zhao Qingyang smiled to himself and said nothing more.

But the look in his eyes seemed to be scolding the abbot and the monk for deceiving himself.

The relics of Daleiyin Temple.

Incense ash from Zhenwu Mountain.

Lu Jing looked around.

The abbot, the monk, and Zhao Qingyang also saluted Lu Jing.

The two men's eyes were burning, as if they were waiting for Lu Jing to choose his side.

Monk Shenxiu and Lu Yi also looked at Lu Jing.

Unexpectedly, Lu Jing thought about it for two or three breaths, but suddenly turned his head and walked outside the Jokhang Temple.

"Lu Yi, let's go."

Lu Yi woke up with a start and hurriedly caught up with Lu Jing.

Monk Shenxiu, Zhao Qingyang, and Monk Abbot looked at each other and silently watched Lu Jing leave.

…

"Brother Jing, since they have sent treasures here.

And I listen to what the Taoist priest and monk said, whether it is relics or incense ashes, they are all rare treasures.

Since they sent it, you just accept it."

Lu Yi is no longer the girl who only cared about playing before. She has grown two years older and has become much more mature. She can understand the hidden meaning of her words.

"Da Leiyin Temple and Zhenwu Mountain just formed a good relationship in advance when they saw that Third Brother Jing had a bright future.

Third brother Jing might as well collect the treasures and form some good relationships with them. How can he be alone all the time when he is already a high-ranking official?"

Lu Jing was a little surprised when Lu Yi said such words.

Lu Jing turned around, took a closer look at Lu Yi, whose eyes were shining, shook his head and said, "So forming a good relationship is nothing more than debt.

If I collect relics and incense ashes, I'm afraid I'll have to pay back some more expensive things in the future."

Lu Yi was quite puzzled: "Having said that, the Great Leiyin Temple and the first-class Zhenwu Mountain are considered legends to most practitioners.

It means lending money. Zhenwu Mountain and Daleiyin Temple will not lend money to ordinary people.

Since Third Brother wants to make swords and has this opportunity, what's the harm in taking these debts?"

"Of course it doesn't matter." Lu Jing smiled casually: "It's just that I am not a sword maker after all, and good materials are not enough for making swords.

For things like this, of course you have to ask the real swordsmith."

Lu Yi became interested, with a pleading look on his face, and a bit of girlish coquettishness.

Lu Jing smiled at her.

"In that case, I will take you to see a real swordsmith."

…

In Sifang Wine Shop.

An Ruolu was wearing a green scarf, with a pot of wine in front of him, and was listening intently to someone on the stage.

The middle-aged storyteller had a straight body and a mole on his right cheek, which gave his originally handsome face a philistine air.

At this time, the middle-aged man was telling a story, actually talking about Lu Jing entering Xiyun Hailong Palace alone, and many real dragons in Xiyun Dragon Palace were plotting to swallow up the island and perform blood sacrifices to the people on the island.

And the young man Lu Jing, carrying his sword and controlling the lightning, came to the Western Sea of ​​Clouds alone.

Slay thousands of dragons and destroy the Dragon Palace!

"good!"

After saying this, everyone in the Sifang Wine Shop who was listening to the book cheered loudly.

The middle-aged man ignored the guests' cheers for "one more time" and went to the back of the hall.

A quarter of an hour later.

In front of An Ruolu, the middle-aged man who was originally a storyteller was looking at him carefully.

"Brother An is willing to leave Zhufeng Mansion?"

An Ruolu looked calm and shook his head at him: "When it comes to age, I'm afraid it's not an exaggeration for me to call you my ancestor."

The philistine middle-aged man rubbed the mole on his cheek and asked: "Why are you here? Is it to repay King Chong'an's kindness? Or to forge the third sword that will be famous throughout the world?"

An Ruolu tilted his head and replied: "Not only to repay King Chong'an's kindness, but also to forge a third first-class famous sword."

The middle-aged man sneered: "You don't want to forge swords anymore. Daji has your hard work in it, but she has never climbed a level and ranked among the top ten in the world.

You have reached the top of your own mountain. There is no way to the top of the mountain. It is already too difficult to go up any higher.

Compared with the blacksmiths in the world, you are still far behind the two sword-forging monsters in Yu Yuan and Yanggu.

In such a state of mind, I think you no longer want to forge swords, and you have come to Taixuanjing just to repay the kindness of Zhongan Sanzhou."

An Ruolu sighed: "Is this how you comfort me?"

The middle-aged philistine narrowed his eyes.

An Ruolu was silent for a while, "That's true."
Chapter completed!