The cyan patterns on the Tianlong horn are like the flowing colors on porcelain, simple yet full of mysterious meaning.
Duke Nanlao pressed the Heavenly Dragon's Horn under the stone monument of Dafu Juyue all night, and he did not know what kind of means he used to scrape some powder from the extremely hard Heavenly Dragon's Horn.
An imperial doctor from Taixuan Palace hurriedly came and prepared more than a dozen kinds of medicines, and asked Nan Tinggui to take them together with the powder.
Nan Tinggui, who was originally dying, became a little more angry in front of Nan Heyu, Nan Yuexiang, and Nan Xuehu.
Even his originally blurry eyes had a little more brilliance.
Nan Xuehu and Nan Yuexiang let out a long breath.
Nan Heyu finally let go of what he had been holding on to for many days.
She stayed with Nan Xuehu for two days, and on the third day, Nan Xuehu came to replace her.
"Have you gone to say thank you to Mr. Jing Guo?" Nan Heyu asked Nan Xuehu in a low voice.
Nan Xuehu glanced at her, shook his head and said, "Jing Guogong doesn't care about these trivial details."
Nan Heyu nodded, wondering what he was thinking.
Nan Xuehu said: "However... Even for the Duke's Mansion, the Tianlong Horn is particularly precious.
Mr. Jing has been such a big help, so it would be normal for someone in our Nanfu to go and thank him."
Nan Heyu touched Qian Xiushui who was carrying her behind her back.
She said: "Senior brother told me a few days ago that the cultivation level of Yu Xingdao and I is a little low. Master has something to do. Duke Jing Guo has angered Tianshang Xilou for calling the wind and rain. Maybe he and I can't get along.
We have golden armor, but fortunately my senior brother and I still have two famous swords.
Maybe... Duke Jingguo can use it when he is facing a calamity."
Nan Xuehu's eyes lit up: "Whether it is Qianxiu Shui or Qian Xiu Jade, they are both world-renowned first-class swords. Mr. Jing has cultivated the sword soul and once killed immortals and the Dragon King with his long sword.
If you can get a first-grade famous sword, you will naturally be more confident."
"It's just that the long sword has a spirit, Qian Xiu Shui, and the seven-foot jade tool all have owners, but I don't know if Mr. Jing can..."
Nan Heyu looked at Qian Xiushui: "Jing Guogong's swordsmanship is unquestionable. Every time he draws his sword, Qian Xiushui always makes Qian Xiushui cry.
The previously seven-foot jade tool in his hand could produce a four-foot sword light.
Famous swords have their souls. If they fall into the hands of others, maybe Qian Xiushui and Qi Chi Jade are just a little sharper. But if the sword is held by Duke Jing, even if the sword has not been raised, it should be able to exert six or seven points of power.
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When Nan Xuehu heard Nan Heyu's words, he remembered that when Nan Fengmian left the city in the past, the real Xuanyi Sword Armor had appeared outside Taixuan Capital.
"Just thinking about it, if Mr. Jing can hold the White Deer and the Magic Sword, he can naturally hold Qian Xiu Shui and the seven-foot jade tool."
So, Nan Heyu left the Duke of Nanguo's mansion.
She originally wanted to go to Master Liu's house first to find Luo Shubai who was practicing the new sword manual given by the Holy Lord.
But for some reason, Nan Heyu walked to Yanglu Street without knowing it.
It's just that the small courtyard in Kongshan Alley is deserted today.
Nan Heyu was a little disappointed, but also relieved.
She turned back and walked a few steps, then turned around and waited for tea time in front of the small courtyard.
This cold-tempered girl was already a little indecisive, but she became even more so when it came to matters involving Lu Jing.
After waiting for a long time, Lu Jing still had not returned.
So Nan Heyu thought of going to the library to look for Lu Jing.
After walking a few streets, a thought flashed in Nan Heyu's mind. For some reason, she turned down another street and walked towards the city gate.
After leaving the city, the blue sword light flew up and headed straight for the Horned God Mountain.
The sword light flew towards the towering ice peak of Jiao Shen Mountain.
When Nan Heyu looked through the fog covering the ice peak, he saw Lu Jing with his hands behind his back, reading the words left by Mr. Four on the ice peak.
Lu Jing is not the only one on the ice peak here today.
Next to Lu Jing, there was another handsome man in silver robes, leaning his head to read the line written by Lu Jing.
"Seeing the abyss in heaven...being saved from hopelessness..."
"Your handwriting is much more beautiful than Mr. Fourth's."
In front of Bingfeng, Yu Dongshen nodded and said: "Your hairpin small regular script has already become popular in the three prefectures of Chong'an. The reputation of the three prefectures of Chong'an for both calligraphy and painting is no less than that of Taixuan Jing."
Lu Jing shook his head: "Mr. Fourth's calligraphy seems simple, but it is more precious than a real calligraphy. He studied late and learned swordsmanship late. He has reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship, so he will definitely not be able to focus on the art of pen and ink."
"What about you?" Yu Dongshen asked curiously: "Your Yuan Shen martial arts fellow practitioner, your Yuan Shen cultivation is so advanced that even I can't stand it.
It has only been more than twenty days since I last saw you, and your Qi and Blood are at a higher level. Now I am afraid that you have cultivated the Eight Paths of Innate Qi and Blood, and you are not far from the realm of Divine Appearance."
"Besides that, you are also a famous young swordsman in the world. The younger generation regards you as their swordsman when talking about the sharpness of the sword.
You are still Mr. Shulou, the master of cursive script, the pen and ink create strange phenomena, and it is said that you have developed the aura of awe-inspiring...
There are not many such versatile people in the world, and considering your age of seventeen or eighteen, it is really surprising."
While Yu Dongshen was speaking, he glanced at the clouds in the distance.
Lu Jing shook his head towards Yu Dongshen and said: "Everyone has his own opportunities. For example, the prince has the teachings of the Great Human Buddha of Leiyin Temple, the seventh prince has double pupils, and Hou Jing Wushuang of Zhongshan has the talent to overwhelm the world.
Another example is you, Crown Prince, you are the King of Chong'an, you have the blood of a martial arts leader in your body, and you once shot a wolf with a silver spear."
"There are countless geniuses in the world, but one more Lu Jing like me is not really that much."
Yu Dongshen nodded: "That's the truth."
"There are countless heroes in the world, but one more Jing Guogong and one more young sword-armor really mean nothing."
"But... if there is one more person in the world who kills Taichong Longjun as a young man and is not punished by Dafu, it will be enough to shock the world."
Lu Jing smiled at Yu Dongshen: "For this matter, I have to thank the crown prince and also King Chong'an."
Yu Dongshen looked a little unnatural: "Actually, even I never thought that there was actually an incarnation of my father's energy and blood mixed in the halberd.
I thought it was a ray of air."
Lu Jing's face turned slightly dark and asked: "You are not sure, so why do you do such a risky thing with me?"
Yu Dongshenhun didn't care: "It doesn't matter, I want to teach Taichong Longjun a lesson. If you can kill him, it will be your chance. If you can't kill him, you and I can escape with the halberd."
"The battlefield is always changing rapidly. If we send out troops only when we are absolutely sure of everything, there will be too few battles in the world."
Lu Jing thought about it carefully and realized that what Yu Dongshen said did make some sense.
Yu Dongshen said again: "But... your ability to kill him is indeed beyond my expectation, and I can detect that after killing Tianlong, the energy in your body becomes more powerful and profound."
"It's just that after that night, Jiuchu Mountain was covered by the spirit of a strong man. I never saw the changes. I wonder if you have broken through."
"I have never seen the stars in the sky reflecting. Maybe...you don't like those main stars?"
Yu Dongshen asked like this.
Lu Jing didn't answer, but turned to ask him: "While Xu Baijia was guarding the three states of Chong'an for you, you came to Taixuanjing, cleared Yu Qixiang's grievances, and killed a Tianlong, which made you proud again."
The majesty of An Sanzhou is going back now, right?"
"Don't talk nonsense." Yu Dongshen frowned: "You killed Taichong Longjun, what does it have to do with me in Chong'an Sanzhou? At most, I saw Taichong Longjun chasing and killing you, so I used the halberd
I blocked it for you."
He emphasized one sentence and then said: "In two or three days, I will return to the three states of Chong'an.
only……"
"Just returning to the Three Prefectures of Chong'an is no better than coming to Taixuanjing. Now everyone in the world knows that Prince Chong'an, who has the Three Prefectures of Chong'an on his shoulders, is in Taixuanjing with an army of 900 mounted tigers.
I don’t know how many pairs of eyes are looking at you." Lu Jing said.
Yu Dongshen did not refute, but said with a smile: "It is my fault that my father provoked the heroes of the world when he was in his prime, destroyed many countries, and even disabled an immortal tower.
Fortunately, I am in the Three Prefectures of Chong'an. I am a spear used to block incoming enemies. It has its own sharpness. The hundreds of thousands of men in the Three Prefectures of Chong'an are the light of my spear."
"Now that I have left the Three Prefectures of Chong'an and come to Taixuanjing, I have put aside my sharpness. Naturally, some people will covet me."
When Yu Dongshen said this, he suddenly looked at Lu Jing and said with a smile: "If you think about it carefully, Duke Jing's visit to the three states of Chong'an belongs to me has quite a connection.
The mother-in-law of the three states of Chong'an, the eldest son of Prince Chong'an, and the daughter of Prince Chong'an all have some friendship with you.
Not long ago, the Chong'an Sanzhou Heavenly Halberd helped you kill a heavenly dragon, making your aura as deep as the abyss.
Maybe... you will help me when I return to the Three Prefectures of Chong'an?"
Yu Dongshen's tone was relaxed, as if he was joking with Lu Jing.
Unexpectedly, Lu Jing looked at Yu Dongshen seriously, turned his head and asked: "Hundreds of thousands of armored men from the three states of Chong'an are trapped in front of the burning chariot of Northern Qin. King Chong'an lies on the bed with exhausted energy and blood.
And you...the prince of Chong'an came to Taixuanjing and never got a hereditary replacement.
If I help you, what can I gain?"
Lu Jing asked seriously.
The relaxed look on Yu Dongshen's face disappeared. He lowered his head and thought for a long time, and finally shook his head and said: "Just as you said, the three states of Chong'an are strong, but they are burdened with the Great Wall and the blazing fire.
Qin Huo once also carried the fairy waterfall falling from the sky.
If you help me, I won’t be able to relieve you of my burden and promise you anything.”
Yu Dongshen said so seriously that Lu Jing looked at Yu Dongshen's face carefully. After a few breaths, he suddenly smiled.
"Princess has helped me several times on the Hezhong Road. As you said, I was able to kill Taichong Dragon Lord and get the chance to swallow the dragon because of the incarnation of King Chong'an."
"In any case, I, Lu Jing, do owe you Yu Dongshen a favor. If you want to return to the Three Prefectures of Chong'an, I can help you."
Only then did Yu Dongshen realize that Lu Jing was also joking with him.
The silver robe on his body moved, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "If you think about it carefully, I also have a famous sword in Sanzhou, Chong'an."
"That famous sword is the sword of Prince Wuji of the Northern Qin Dynasty. My father told me about it when the Heavenly Official came to the world to fight.
It’s just that people from the three states of Chong’an rarely practice swordsmanship, and there is no one who can inspire the spirit of famous swords, so I have always hidden them in the palace.”
"If you need it, I can write a letter and have it delivered."
In the past, Lu Jing always followed the principle of no reward for no merit.
But Lu Jing today is extremely free and easy.
He nodded in agreement and said, "In that case, I'd like to thank God Yudong."
Yu Dongshen crossed his arms and said casually: "Leave that long sword there. As I said, you and I have some friendship with Chong'an Sanzhou, so this long sword is my gift to you."
Already."
"As for you helping me..."
Yu Dongshen blinked his eyes and said unceremoniously: "Your cultivation is a bit weak. The Dragon Slaying Platform can kill dragons, but it cannot kill those powerful men with astonishing courage.
My silver gun is not afraid of coming, if it can come out, it can naturally go back."
Lu Jing didn't argue, he just asked: "Then the sword of Prince Wuji of the Northern Qin Dynasty is called Thirty-six Commanderies?"
God Yudong nodded: "The sixteenth most famous sword in the world, thirty-six counties."
Lu Jing's eyes became brighter and brighter.
Yu Dongshen left.
Lu Jing turned his head and looked at the clouds and mist behind him.
In the clouds and mist, Nan Heyu had already locked his mind and refused to listen to the conversation between Lu Jing and Prince An.
At this time, Yu Dongshen stepped into the clouds and went away, and Nan Heyu was just about to go to the ice peak.
Suddenly, a breeze appeared in the distant sky.
The breeze is blowing, with an indescribable naturalness.
Lu Jing, who was originally looking in the direction of Nan Heyu, seemed to be aware of it, and turned his head to look at the sky.
But that day, there was a white-haired middle-aged man in Tsing Yi standing on the cloud holding a wine bottle, looking down at the scenery.
Lu Jing was a little surprised, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Senior Baili."
Lu Jing shouted loudly.
Nan Heyu in the mist naturally heard Lu Jing's voice.
"Senior Baili?"
When Nan Heyu's thoughts came to his mind, he guessed that the only one who could be called a senior by Lu Jing was Baili Qingfeng of the Evil Dao Sect!
Baili Qingfeng laughed. He stood on the cloud and said loudly: "I heard that Emperor Chongtian gave you a good sword?"
Nan Heyu was startled.
Lu Jing stood in front of the ice peak, smiling and nodding.
Baili Qingfeng took off the stopper of the wine bottle in his hand, threw it down into the clouds, and threw it to Lu Jing.
Lu Jing took the wine bottle and smelled it, his eyes lit up.
A strong aroma of osmanthus wine suddenly hit your nostrils.
"Shall I exchange this pot of osmanthus wine for your sword?"
Lu Jing did not hesitate and flicked his finger.
A sword light suddenly flew three hundred feet.
The sword's light was clear and cold, cutting through the clouds and mists, and hanging in the air.
When the sword is hanging in mid-air.
Nan Heyu's eyes narrowed, and the Qian Xiushui she was carrying began to make a clear sound as before.
"Which famous sword is this?"
"There are a total of twenty-one first-grade famous swords spread throughout the world, but there is no such famous sword among these twenty-one swords."
Nan Heyu's eyes suddenly looked more disappointed.
"It turns out that Mr. Lu Jing got such a famous sword. This sword seems to be stronger than Qian Xiushui."
At this time, Baili Qingfeng on the cloud had already stepped forward and came to the silver sword in mid-air on the cliff.
"So it's this sword." Baili Qingfeng's eyes flashed with light, and suddenly, a cold snort came from his right shoulder.
Baili Qingfeng ignored the cold snort on his shoulder and asked: "It's enough for you to have this sword. The thirty-six counties of Northern Qin Wuji that Yu Dongshen promised to you are actually not suitable."
you."
"Senior, it would be rude to eavesdrop on other people's conversations."
Lu Jing smiled, his eyes getting deeper and deeper: "For Lu Jing, the more famous swords, the better."
Baili Qingfeng didn't understand its meaning.
"What do you need so many swords for?"
Nan Heyu on the side became more and more silent. She thought for a few breaths, turned around and left Jiao Shen Mountain.
"I think so. With Mr. Lu Jing's reputation, how can he be short of a sword? Why should I borrow it?"