If you can’t become a son-in-law, you have to be destined to become a saint. Chapter 356 In the summer of the fourteenth year of Tianding, An Ruolu is the young Jianjialu
Chapter 356 In the summer of the fourteenth year of Tianding, An Ruolu is the young Jianjialu
Jing Zhujian
The capital of Great Qin.
Gongsun Suyi still wore the white fox mask. She stood in front of the palace and hesitated.
Grand Gongsun put his hands behind his back and stood side by side with a young man who seemed to be only seventeen or eighteen years old. He stood on a pavilion and looked down at Gongsun Suyi.
Grand Gongsun does not look majestic, his body is not taller than average, and he is even slightly hunchbacked.
His thin face was covered with age spots.
When ordinary people see this old man, how would they expect that such an ordinary old man is actually the world-famous grandson of the Qin State.
He was the first of the three great generals of the Northern Qin Dynasty. Even though he had accomplished a famous Shen Tu on the battlefield in the past, his achievements were still far inferior to that of this old man.
"Kong Fanxing died in the hands of Yuan Jiulang.
I never thought that even a figure like Genkuro would eventually be able to break away from the bond of master-disciple relationship."
The seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy wore a long sword on his waist. Different from the young man's elegant dress, the long sword was golden and shining, and looked extremely precious.
The eldest Gongsun had his hands behind his back and remained motionless, just looking down at Gongsun Suyi.
"Dafu has a profound foundation. If Dafu wants to annex Dafu, we will inevitably have to deal with many variables.
For example...that Duke of Dafujing, Lu Jing."
Grand Gongsun's voice was low: "But it's okay, Yu Dongshen entered Taixuan Jing and he didn't get a hereditary replacement.
As a result, there will be a gap between Chong'an Sanzhou and Dafu.
Emperor Chongtian no longer cares about it, he just wants to let that day pass to the world, which is also a good thing for me, Dafu."
The young man smiled slightly and looked at Gongsun Suyi: "It's a pity that little Gongsun Pingbai led the army over the barren mountain. She saw the towering Chong'an city wall, Xu Changhe, and Chong'an Jia.
scholar.
In the end, she returned without success, which inevitably left her heart filled with dust."
"It doesn't matter, Dafu is not a Rong or a ghost, it is the true orthodoxy of the Central Plains. Suyi is young after all, and meeting those real Dafu people is also a lot of training for him." Grand Gongsun replied.
But the young man held the golden sword at his waist and asked, "Long before the Heavenly Official came to this world, I had already heard the name Xu Changhe and Xu Baijia.
But what puzzles me is that he is just the guardian of Shenguan, and he only has two Yuan stars and seven main stars.
Such a person is naturally extraordinary.
But in this great world, there are many extraordinary people, let alone our Great Qin, just talking about the great ambush, there are countless strong ones, how can Xu Baijia deserve such a great name?"
Grand Gongsun glanced sideways at the young man, suddenly shook his head and said: "Although Yuan Xing is heavy, it cannot completely determine the level of a strong person.
Sir, do you know why Xu Baihe is called Xu Baijia?"
The young man bowed to Grand Gongsun and said, "I would like to ask for advice from the Grand Admiral."
Grand Gongsun replied: "Because Xu Baihe has a sacred beast under his command.
The divine beast transformed into white armor and protected Xu Changhe for decades now.
With this mythical beast around, Xu Changhe will one day ascend to the Eighth Realm of Heavenly Beings and transform his main star into a Yuan Star.
With the white armor of this divine beast, Xu Changhe's physical body is intact, and ordinary powerful people from the Divine Palace are not allowed to approach him, which is equivalent to his Yuan Shen martial arts fellow practitioners.
Such people are rare even in Dafu."
The young man who was called "Young Master" by Grand Gongsun was stunned when he heard this, and immediately shook his head: "It turns out that he used the external power of the mythical beast."
Grand Gongsun suddenly reached out his hand and patted the railing gently.
"There are only a few divine beasts in the world, and even fewer of them can be used by mortals.
Young Master, if Xu Changhe can subdue the Xie Zhi, then the power of this mythical beast is not an external force, but his own power.
What's more, Xu Changhe came from a humble background, but he learned the skills of commanding troops under the command of King Chong'an. He was sent to garrison at Shenguan, which is probably because the Dafu court was afraid of the three states of Chong'an and Xu Changhe."
"Xu Changhe, Marquis of Zhongshan, Wei Xuanjun, the champion general...
You should pay more attention to these characters, as you will definitely confront them in the future."
Grand Duke Sun spoke earnestly and thoughtfully. He paused again and continued: "There is also the newly appointed Duke Jing Guo.
The reason Yu Dongshen was able to return to the Three Prefectures of Chong'an this time was also because of the incident in Lu Jing."
Hearing this, the young master nodded and said, "Wuji understands.
Although the Marquis of Zhongshan and the Champion General are just my juniors, they have already proven themselves to be powerful.
As for Lu Jing... he has quite a bit of the sword-armor Shang Min's demeanor, and he also inherited Ji Chen'an's command of the human sword. He indeed has an unparalleled demeanor.
However... he is too young. Maybe before he can grow up, our Great Qin will already devour the world. If he can be my minister of Great Qin, the Chang Ge that stabs Tianque will be even sharper."
Grand Gongsun shook his head: "Lu Jing is just like the Marquis of Zhongshan, he grew up too fast.
The Marquis of Zhongshan went to the Western Regions and gained something. The kings of hundreds of mountains in the Western Regions surrendered to him and donated their blood to him.
Jing Wushuang was originally a young warrior who was unique in the world. After receiving the legendary Blood of Hundred Mountains, he might have entered the realm of the Great Dragon Elephant.
If Lu Jing grows so fast, it will be a great danger to our Great Qin."
The eldest grandson said such words, which made this extraordinary young master a little surprised.
He lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head and said with a smile: "Decades ago, King Chong'an would have been struck by my sword. Now he is lying half-dead in the three states of Chong'an, and he will no longer be the leader of martial arts.
The great generals, whether they are the Marquis of Zhongshan or Duke Jingguo, they will eventually die under my sword.
The dispute between the two countries is that some people use the big one to bully the small ones, and I admit it."
This young man looks young, but his words revealed that he was already a monk who could wield a sword against King Chong'an as early as when Tian Guan came to this world.
The eldest grandson couldn't help but frown slightly when he heard the young master's words.
"The battle with King Chong'an was the fault of our Great Qin, which caused one of the most powerful men in the world to almost fall, and helped the gods to harm him.
Master, please don’t mention this matter again.”
When the young master saw the eldest grandson frowning, his expression also changed somewhat.
He took a step back and bowed respectfully to Grand Gongsun: "Wuji saves the trouble."
At this time, Gongsun Suyi, who was standing in front of the palace, finally took a deep breath, held up the white fox mask on his face, and then walked into the palace with his head held high.
A smile finally appeared on Grand Gongsun's face, and he said to the young master beside him: "You have the sword to kill the Marquis of Zhongshan. Duke Jing Guo's ambition is also a good thing. If you are enterprising, just keep it, but don't be arrogant."
The young master was slightly startled, with surprise in his eyes, and nodded in response.
But the moment he bowed, the Great Qin Wuji suddenly stiffened.
Grand Gongsun looked at Young Master Wuji.
Mr. Wuji straightened up, looked down at the golden sword on his waist, and said slowly: "My former sword is being swallowed by the sword spirit and melted into the furnace fire. They want to use my sword as a material.
Forge another sword."
Grand Gongsun raised his eyebrows slightly: "Is it the thirty-six counties?"
Master Wuji nodded silently, but his right hand fell on the hilt of the golden sword.
"I lost the thirty-sixth county in Dafu, and that famous sword has been silent for too long.
Now the Thirty-Six Counties are no longer worthy of me, but... my master's sword, what other people have the virtue and ability to swallow the sword spirit and use the Thirty-Six Counties to refine the sword?"
But he saw Mr. Wuji stretching out two fingers and turning them into sword fingers, wiping them towards the void.
…
On Jiao Shen Mountain, under the ice peak.
An Ruolu's eyes were filled with worry as he looked at Lu Jing who was standing in front of Mr. Fourth's words.
At this moment, Lu Jing was holding the thirty-six counties in his hand.
The famous sword Thirty-six Commanderies was originally the sword of Prince Wuji of the Northern Qin Dynasty. When the Heavenly Officials came to the world to fight, Prince Wuji entered the great ambush to kill the King of Chong'an.
In this battle, King Chong'an's energy and blood were exhausted, and Prince Wuji was seriously injured like many strong men. He left behind a sword that ranked sixteenth in the world and fled back to Northern Qin.
After many years, these thirty-six counties were given to Lu Jing by Yu Dongshen.
Lu Jing sat cross-legged, the black gold of Tuxian around his waist was also silent.
And his right hand was holding the hilt of the Thirty-Six County Sword tightly, but the sword was trembling crazily.
"Mr. Lu Jing just said that you need to enter the furnace with a sword. Is this the way to enter?
He wants to forcibly suppress the sword spirits in the thirty-six counties? How is this possible?"
An Ruolu was a bit dumbfounded: "If the spirits in the first-grade famous soldiers are so easy to suppress, and so easy to be refined in the furnace, then there won't be that many first-grade famous soldiers left in the world."
Beside An Ruolu, the mysterious Sun Boyuan said nothing and watched Lu Jing carefully.
It was long enough to have a cup of tea when Sun Boyuan's eyes suddenly moved slightly.
"Look, Duke Jing's white sword light is suppressing the intelligence of this long sword."
An Ruolu looked carefully and saw that it was indeed the case. What surprised him even more was that the Black Gold of Tu Xian had already been pulled out of the scabbard by Lu Jing.
At this moment, Lu Jing was holding the hilt of Tu Xian's black gold sword, slashing at the thirty-six counties with one sword after another.
Sonorous!
Sonorous!
The harsh sound made An Ruolu gasp in surprise.
"The sword spirit in the Black Gold of Immortal Tu is helping Mr. Lu Jing." An Ruolu whispered.
The corner of Sun Boyuan's mouth showed that there was a master in the sixteen counties of Zhai⑿Γ瀿簰鰰銊. If Lu Jing had not realized the sharp Taibai sword light, and if the black gold of Tu Xian had not completely surrendered to Lu Jing, I am afraid this matter would not have happened like this.
So easy.?
Just when Sun Boyuan was talking.
The iron-cutting sword on An Ruolu's waist seemed to sense something.
Zhan Tie roared softly, and the thirty-six counties in Lu Jing's hand trembled more and more violently.
At the same time, a golden sword light suddenly burst out from the sword's body.
This sword is too fast.
The sword energy roared, and pieces of golden yellow enveloped the ice, which actually illuminated the ice peaks like gold.
In the blazing sword light, the figure of a young man standing upright with his head held high was vaguely revealed.
The young man was reflected in the thirty-six counties, staring at the scene, even smiling, and then spoke silently...
"Junior, do you want to practice my sword?"
"Have you ever asked this young master?"
The golden sword energy arrived in the blink of an eye and shattered in the sword light.
Lu Jing is too close to Thirty-Six County.
An Ruolu and Sun Boyuan were far away, and before they could use their magical powers, this sword struck Lu Jing's neck with the power of breaking the sky.
But the whisper of the young man's spiritual thoughts reflected by the sword light fell into Lu Jing's mind.
"Since this sword was left in Dafu by Young Master, I'm afraid it will never be returned to Young Master again in this life.
So what if it’s the young master’s sword?”
Lu Jing was calm and unhurried.
The sword energy on the black gold of Tu Xian rises from Bishan, and there are one hundred and eight sword peaks erected within a square inch.
After the One Hundred and Eight Sword Peaks, another Dongjun Sun lit up.
The sword peaks also merged into one at this moment, and all kinds of sword knowledge merged into the Great Sun Sword Peak, piercing the golden sword energy.
This sword was actually seen through by Lu Jing.
The fearless sword soul, the young man's sword armor fate changes instantly.
A lot of vitality is poured into it.
"You are tens of thousands of miles away, but you still want to determine the ownership of these thirty-six counties. You are underestimating me, Lu Jing."
The surging sword light boiled, and the energy enveloped the thirty-six counties.
The golden sword energy... disintegrated in the blink of an eye amid the surprised expressions of An Ruolu and Sun Boyuan.
The golden sword spirit of Thirty-Six County was also suppressed by this sword energy. The golden color in the sword spirit also dissipated one by one and turned into pure white.
An Ruolu looked fascinated.
Sun Boyuan on the side patted An Ruolu on the shoulder.
An Ruolu reacted instantly and looked at the Thirty-Six Counties in Lu Jing's hand, and was so excited that he trembled a little.
This is also an eternal opportunity for this swordsmith.
But he saw him pull out the iron-cutting sword from his waist. Between the decay, a fire appeared in front of the ice peak.
The green fire flickered, and An Ruolu's heart was filled with excitement.
"Mr. Lu Jing is worthy of the name of Young Sword Armor. He killed Master Wuji's sword energy because he could easily see through the mystery of the sword energy and then destroy the sharpness of the sword energy.
If such a person goes forward, even with Shang Min Zhuyu in front of him, he can become the second best swordsman in the world.
I forged a sword for him, and he held the sword I forged in his hand. The history of sword-making for thousands of years bears my name!"
The Confucian scholar's robes on An Ruolu's body were billowing. The originally frail scholar reached into the void with his left hand, but pulled out a giant hammer for blacksmithing from the void.
This giant hammer is eight feet tall and looks extremely heavy.
"Zhenwu incense ashes, Daleiyin Temple relics, Dongtu Mountain Spirit, Tianlu Fire, one thousand four hundred Zhenwu Dragon Balls and a... Tianlong Bone!
There are also two first-grade swords.”
An Ruolu was trembling all over, but his left and right hands holding the giant hammer and the iron-cutting sword were as steady as a rock.
He looked at Lu Jing.
Lu Jing seemed to realize something and threw out the thirty-six counties in his hand at will.
Another piece of Dongtu Mountain Spirit, only the size of a fist, flew out.
Just such a piece of Dongtu Shanjing weighs eight hundred kilograms!
After the Dongtu Mountain Spirit, a black flame flew and fell into the fire where An Ruolu was alive.
An Ruolu's chest was bulging. He took a deep breath, like a dragon sucking in clouds and mist, and a whale swallowing the world!
All the clouds and mist within a ten-mile radius were sucked into An Ruolu's chest.
"Like a dragon sucking water, like a whale swallowing the world, I...forge a sword!"
An Ruolu exhaled immediately.
In that furnace, a fire burned.
A wisp of smoke shot straight into the sky, extremely dazzling.
Sun Boyuan's eyes lit up when he saw this grand scene. He took out a pen and paper and recorded the scene.
"In the summer of the fourteenth year of Tianding, An Ruolu forged a sword for Lu Jing.
Like a dragon or a whale, the ice peaks illuminate the fire, and the wind and smoke rise from thousands of miles away!"
The atmosphere of sword-making was like a tornado, sweeping over the Horned God Mountain.
In Taixuan Capital, countless people raised their heads and looked at each other.
In the East Palace, Prince Yu Zhuoxian suddenly stood up and laughed loudly: "Lu Jing made a sword to kill the immortal!"
This is a grand event in my world, and I should help you!"
He turned around and walked into the east hall and took out an orb. The lightning in the orb flashed and was very dazzling!
The Crown Princess also saw this scene and felt a little pity in her heart when she saw that the various sword-making materials on Jiao Shen Mountain were extremely precious.
"It's a pity that Pingping Township has already angered Lu Jing during the Hezhong Road. Otherwise, if Lu Jing had not died, he might still have become the East King of Pingping Township."