An Ruolu mentioned Lu Jing's name with some reverence in his tone.
"Although I am the teacher of the private school in Zhufeng Mansion, the manor is not a family of practitioners. There are very few people who are proficient in martial arts and cultivating the soul.
But Lu Jing's name is also like thunder.
It is really admirable for a young man to achieve such an achievement.”
The storyteller also nodded and said with a smile: "This Lu Jing and I have some connections, and he still owes me a favor that he has not repaid.
I just don’t know if he can survive this experience of falling from heaven to earth.
If he dies in this disaster, it will be my loss."
When the storyteller said this, he looked at An Ruolu up and down and said: "You are much more energetic than when you first went to An'an Road, and you are no longer so depressed.
I guess it was this trip to Taixuanjing that 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 will drink a new glass, and when you are proud, you can see all the Taixuan flowers in one day.
I first went to An'xi Dao because I made mistakes in making swords. Daji made me disappointed with my sword-making skills and made me unable to see the way forward. So I left Yuezhi silently and came to Dafu's An'xi Dao.
I never imagined that I would live there for more than ten years.”
"But today, I am going to make a sword for that young man's sword armor. Even though I am not very sure about it, I still feel that this is an excellent opportunity.
After all...the matter of making swords does not just depend on me as the swordsmith, how the person holding the sword raises the spirit of the sword also plays a vital role."
"The sword spirit is easy to obtain, but if you want to enter my Dharma Eyes and become the tenth best in the world, I'm afraid it's not that easy."
As the storyteller spoke, he turned his head and looked out the window.
He raised his brows slightly and said with a smile: "That young Jianjia is here to look for you."
An Ruolu also followed the storyteller's gaze.
But he saw Lu Jing, with a face like a crown jewel, coming in white clothes, followed by a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old.
At this time, the setting sun had set, and its rays of light shone on Lu Jing's body, making Lu Jing look like the person in the painting.
An Ruolu's face was calm. He stood up without thinking and walked out of Sifang Wine Shop.
"Yue Zhi An Ruo Lu, see Jing Guogong."
As Lu Jing approached, An Ruolu bowed respectfully to Lu Jing. Even though his expression did not change, he was serious in his eyes.
Lu Yi blinked, standing behind Lu Jing and looking at the simple-minded young man in front of her, with a bit of curiosity on her face.
Lu Jing did not rely on his status as a prince, so he was arrogant towards others. He took a step forward and helped An Ruolu up.
An Ruolu straightened up and his eyes fell directly on the sword at Lu Jing's waist.
"Cut grass knife, kill immortals with black gold."
These two swords are both top-notch soldiers in the world.
If it weren't for the fact that the Black Gold of the Immortal Slaughter still has some unerasable origins, Duke Jing Guo would actually no longer need to forge swords."
An Ruolu sighed in his heart.
The young man in the story also followed An Ruolu out of the Sifang Wine Shop.
When Lu Jing saw this middle-aged man, he naturally remembered that when he first entered the palace to participate in politics after becoming the Duke of the country, and denounced the guilt of Taichong Longjun, he came to the Sifang Wine Shop to look for a mysterious storyteller.
At that time, he only got a piece of paper with a message from a mysterious storyteller.
And there was a vague aura left on the note, which was the same as the aura flowing from the middle-aged man's body.
What surprised Lu Jing even more was... Lu Jing's current cultivation level was quite good. He could clearly feel the energy and blood of Shenque flowing in An Ruolu's body in front of him, but when he looked at the middle-aged man in front of him again,
Young people feel that the spirit of middle-aged people is like a windless deep sea, 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 is probably the mysterious and powerful 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 Wine Shop.
The storytelling table was empty, and the middle-aged man was pouring tea for Lu Jing and Lu Yi.
An Ruolu's eyes always fell on the black gold of Immortal Slaughter on Lu Jing's waist.
Lu Jing thought for a while, then untied the Slaughter Immortal Black Gold and handed it to An Ruolu.
An Ruolu rolled up his long sleeves and took the Black Gold from the Immortal Slaughter.
The long sword was unsheathed, and a cold light suddenly filled the air.
"Without this first-class famous sword, Duke Jing Guo would be even more powerful, but I'm afraid he still wouldn't be able to kill the Northern Qin Dynasty Cultivator."
An Ruolu'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's energy and vitality, and the true heritage of this Black Gold Sword of the Immortal Slaughter is actually to kill the Immortal.
When Emperor Chongtian was the crown prince, countless immortals died under the sword's edge.
At that time, the spiritual tide was about to rise, and Emperor Chongtian was very high-spirited, thinking that one day he would be able to reach the top of the mountain and see all the mountains at a glance."
Sonorous!
He put the Black Gold of the Immortal Slaughter into the scabbard and handed it to Lu Jing: "Originally, it would be perfect to use this Black Gold of the Immortal Slaughter against the Heavenly West Tower.
It's just a pity that it was once the sword of Emperor Chongtian.
The unparalleled courage of Emperor Chongtian has turned into a cage, restraining the black gold sword spirit of Tu Xian. In the hands of Duke Jing Guo, it cannot exert its true power, and the word "Slay Immortal" has become empty talk.
what a pity."
Lu Jing took the Tuxian Black Gold, his eyes were rather soft.
He carefully stroked the blade of this famous sword and said softly: "I just don't know why this sword has not been included in the list of famous swords in the world.
I have never seen the name Tu Xian Black Gold in any of the various historical records."
An Ruolu glanced at the middle-aged man sitting in the row with him, and said: "The strong men in the world say that the reason why Tu Xian Black Gold is not among the famous swords in the world is because this sword was hidden by Emperor Chongtian.
In fact, it was because those who ranked the famous swords were too timid and did not dare to rank the two swords used behind Emperor Chongtian."
"For example, this Immortal-Slaying Black Gold was originally the tenth most famous sword in the world. It was only slightly inferior to Toad Soul, but it was much stronger than the current tenth sword in the world.
But just because Emperor Chongtian said, "This sword can kill immortals, but it cannot level the sky, cannot be used, and should not be seen in the world", his reputation disappeared in the world, and now the world is missing the tenth most famous sword in the world?"
"Tenth place in the world?" Lu Jing paused slightly as he stroked the sword's fingers.
The middle-aged man glared at An Ruolu, sighed and shook his head: "Emperor Chongtian holds the most powerful divine weapon in the world, and his words are a real blessing for weapons.
One word can make a swordsman live or kill a swordsman.
As Emperor Chongtian has said, Immortal Slaughter Black Gold will naturally not be among the most famous swords in the world."
"If you don't believe it, you can also ask Duke Jing Guo. At that time, the Black Gold of the Immortal Slayer was the tenth most famous sword in the world. Can the current Black Gold Sword of the Immortal Slayer be comparable to Qian Xiushui, who was ranked eleventh, or even the most famous sword in the world?
Seventeen’s seven-foot jade utensil?”
Lu Jing looked at the deep brilliance flashing on the black gold of Tu Xian, and just shook his head slightly.
An Ruolu seemed to feel it was extremely pity, pursed his lips, and finally said: "This sword killed the first-floor building owner in the sky, but in the end it was limited by Emperor Chongtian's words, and Emperor Chongtian's world-devouring courage, which is worthy of being ranked first.
But it will no longer be the tenth most prosperous place in the world."
When Lu Jing heard An Ruolu's words, his eyes became softer and he carefully tied the 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 Immortal Tu was getting darker and darker again.
Lu Jing seemed to be aware of it, and his right hand fell on Tu Xian's black gold and gently touched it.
An Ruolu also noticed this scene and was a little surprised, but in the end he didn't ask any more questions.
Lu Yi, who was sitting next to Lu Jing, could clearly feel the black gold of Tu Xian trembling slowly.
"Since the sword has a spirit and the black gold from the Immortal Slaying is used by Duke Jing, I think I should feel guilty for not being able to exert my true power."
The mysterious middle-aged man suddenly spoke and said with a smile: "It's a pity that this sword has the intention of repaying its owner, but it is no longer enough to deal with the West Tower in the sky."
Lu Jing held the hilt of Tu Xian's black gold sword, thoughtfully.
After a few breaths passed, he finally raised his head and asked An Ruolu: "Mr. An, Zhao Qingyang of Zhenwu Mountain brought a furnace of incense ashes, and the abbot monk of Daleiyin Temple brought a relic of a great monk. The abbot monk also wanted to pay for it.
I practice swordsmanship.
But I don’t know if I want to make a sword, is it better to receive the incense burner or the monk’s relics?”
"Abbott monk... also came to Taixuan Capital?" An Ruolu's pupils twitched slightly, and he smiled and said: "But I never thought that Duke Jing Guo's sword casting would become a major event that shocked the world.
Zhenwu Mountain and Daleiyin Temple each hold their own Taoism, and the two schools of Buddhism are the best.
The incense ashes are probably the incense ashes from the statue of Emperor Zhenwu and the true sacrifice of heaven and earth.
The abbot monk brought the relics of the great monk and wanted to make a sword for Duke Jingguo. The relics should come from Li Xiuyuan of Leiyin Temple, the famous eminent monk Jiyuan.
After the spiritual tide, he held his own sword and sat in the Daleiyin Temple, leaving only a relic."
"The Zhenwu incense ashes are excellent, and the relics are no less generous. Each of them contains extremely rich sword energy.
However, if incense ashes and relics are to be used as materials for making swords, I'm afraid it's not that easy.
After all, both incense ashes and relics are beyond the control of ordinary sword wielders.
If you refine it into a sword knowing that it cannot be controlled, then this new sword will no longer be used by Duke Jingguo."
Lu Yi's eyes lit up when he heard An Ruolu's words. He ignored lady etiquette and asked, "Mr. An, third brother Jing is extremely talented in swordsmanship and is famous in the world.
If Brother Jing has the ability to control the incense ash and the sword energy in the relic, can he use these two materials to make a sword?"
Lu Yi finished asking.
An Ruolu and the middle-aged man looked at each other.
An Ruolu never spoke.
The middle-aged man glanced at Lu Jing and said with a smile: "Jing Guogong's sword energy is naturally famous all over the world.
With his sword energy in hand, Sunrise Dongjun will naturally be admired by swordsmen all over the world.
However, the sword energy contained in the incense ashes is the vitality sword light produced by the true sacrifice of heaven and earth, Emperor Zhenwu.
It’s just that Li Xiuyuan of Daleiyin Temple whom I just mentioned... is also a rare eminent monk in Daleiyin Temple.
He was expected to ascend the sword armor of the world before the spiritual tide, and the world-shaking sword in his hand was also famous in that era.
How can it be so easy to be impressed by the sword light contained in the relics left by the Eight-level Heavenly beings?"
"Mr. Jing Guo, it's a pity that you are too young. Although your fighting power is extraordinary, it can only reflect the five stars. In fact, I will give you a few more years of light and shadow..."
The middle-aged man spoke loudly.
The sword light born from the truth of heaven and earth...
The relics left by the Eight Realm Heavenly beings...
Lu Yi is also a practitioner. Even though her cultivation level is not high, she can still hear the weight of these words.
When she heard the middle-aged man's words again, she looked a little disappointed.
"In this way, the incense ashes and relics cannot be refined into the sword..."
Lu Yizheng felt it was a pity.
Lu Jing looked at the faint smile on the middle-aged man's face and asked, "I don't know your name, sir?"
"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 on the side pondered for a while and then said: "With Jing Guogong's swordsmanship, it is not impossible to refine the relics into the sword.
The abbot monk actually came here in person, and all he had to do was carve the true sutra on the sword, and Duke Jingguo would recite it all the time and understand the Dharma. If he could connect with the sword light in the relic, it would be possible to control the world-beating sword light."
When An Ruolu said this, a look of understanding flashed in his eyes.
"It seems that Daleiyin Temple made a special trip here, just like the eminent monk Li Xiuyuan, the predecessor of the relic, to cultivate a Buddhist relationship with Duke Jingguo."
Sun Boyuan straightened his robes and stood up: "The incense ashes are probably the same. Zhao Qingyang came here with the incense ashes, and he must have been ordered by Lord Zhenwu Mountain.
He should also have the skills to control the light of Zhenwu sword, it depends on which one of the two Duke Jing will choose."
"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: "Zhenwushan is a famous and upright sect, the leader of Taoist sects in the world.
According to the records given to me by Brother Jing San, even Baili Qingfeng of the evil Taoist sect would often go to Zhenwu Mountain to burn a few sticks of incense.
The Great Human Buddha of Daleiyin Temple is also the leader of Buddhism in the world. The Prince of the East Palace once received the Bodhisattva Law of Killing Living Beings taught by the Great Human Buddha.
Both of them are inextricably related to the Dafu court.
Now that they have sent treasures over, looking at the conversation between Zhao Qingyang and the abbot monk, I am afraid that they can only choose one of them...
Brother Jing San...should be elected??
Lu Yi thought hard.
Lu Jing's expression didn't change at all. He was still sitting in front of the desk, unmoving. He just raised his head and asked An Ruolu: "Can the ashes and relics be refined into a sword by the hands of Sir?"
An Ruolu was very confident, nodded and said: "Whether it is incense ashes or the relics left by Li Xiuyuan, they can be refined into the sword."
When the swordsmith who forged two famous swords spoke, there was an extra ray of light in his eyes.
For him, whether it is incense ashes or relics, if they can be put into a sword, it will definitely improve the sword's rank.
"I wonder if Duke Jingguo wants to put incense ashes into the sword or put relics into it..."
"Mr. An, you misunderstood." Lu Jing's voice was normal, interrupting An Ruolu's inquiry: "I am asking Mr. An, if the incense ashes of Zhenwu Mountain and the relics of Daleiyin Temple are included in the sword, is it okay?"
An Ruolu was stunned.
Even Sun Boyuan, who stood up to add tea to Lu Jing, could not help but hesitate.
"I'm afraid it's not that simple to convince Zhenwu Mountain and Daleiyin Temple to help the Duke control Tao and Buddha's two swords at the same time."
Sun Boyuan flicked his wrist and continued to pour tea.
At this time, Lu Jing shook his head and flicked the Black Gold of Immortal Slaughter.
"No need to convince them."
"Since they have sent treasures and want to form a good relationship with the prince of our country, is there any reason why they should not accept it?"
Immortal Slaughter Black Gold...
Get out of the sheath!
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