The acquaintance of the two was an accident. Even though some opinions were different during the conversation, they still had a great time talking.
What Ling Jueding pursues is concentration and purity. The whole thing is more focused on mental state cultivation, and ultimately reaches the point where the mind is at ease and is indistinguishable from the world.
In contrast, Lin Chongyang was a man of worldly knowledge, walking in the world of mortals, and what he wanted was also what all human beings wanted.
Although the two of them are not close friends in the art of swordsmanship, they can be called comrades in matters of work.
This is the case in the world of rivers and lakes. Not to mention like-minded people, as long as they appreciate each other, many things will become very simple.
"My friend and I have a sword-fighting relationship. Although I know him well, he is not interested in things other than the sword. It is also a great regret in life that the sword cannot meet a close friend."
Lin Chongyang put away the empty wine jar. Although Changri Kunqiu didn't like drinking, he had to bring something with him when he came to worship.
Regardless of whether he was struck by Ling Jue or whether his body was transformed again, these were all variables. He had not forgotten his true purpose of coming to Yishui.com -
Pay tribute to my friend for a long time.
"If he knew you were so concerned, he would inevitably have a sword debate with you."
Ling Jueding spoke while studying the sword embryo that Lin Chongyang had handed to him previously.
"That's just right. I won't lose this time."
The words blurted out, and Lin Chongyang couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when he looked at the scene in front of him.
Among his friends, the one who died will naturally bear more worries. In addition, coupled with the regrets of the past, even though he has let go, he is a person who misses the past.
Everyone was more or less concerned, and on the premise that what Lin Chongyang said was reasonable, they all listened to his advice. Over the years, the high-end combat power of Zhengdao has been retained to a great extent.
Only Changri Kunlun is special. His belief is carried out by one man, one heart and one sword. His ending is destined from the moment he holds the sword.
Ling Jueding did not discuss this issue anymore, but took the sword embryo and said, "There are still some preparations needed to make the sword. Are you willing to come with me?"
"good."
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When Yishui left the next day, it was already high in the moonlight, so the two of them were not in too much of a hurry, and they only walked five thousand miles in one night.
Until the morning sun rises in the east, I can see a place among the continuous mountains that is cold and wet all year round, with drizzle.
In the morning fog, I saw a flash of rainbow light, and two figures stepped onto this place.
Ling Jueding pointed his sword and cut out a piece of silver ore from the mountain range, then introduced to Lin Chongyang beside him:
"This is the place where I traveled all over the world in search of a furnace for forging swords. Finally, I discovered and mined this ironwood rock in the bitter land of Lochia.
This mine is the only one in the world and has the characteristics of iron, wood and rock.
Depending on how it is used, it can generate eternal fire, be mixed with cast materials, and can also sharpen swords. "
After many years, people who visit their hometown again will unconsciously think of the past, when my disciple was still young:
"Sounds like very precious material."
"The sword in your hand can help you get the iron wood rock, but remember, you only have a moment of opportunity every day."
"Huh? I have a bad feeling again."
"With your current ability, it will take at least ten days to get such a piece of iron wood rock. But after seven days, I want you to collect a basket."
"Old man, I knew you wanted to play with me again."
"I'll give you a hint. This dagger must be wielded with concentration and strength."
"What kind of Zen saying..."
"Come back on time, otherwise, there will be consequences."
"Senior will also go out of his way to find a fire. Unlike my good friend, I have to provide the fire myself every time I ask for his help."
Lin Chongyang made a rare joke. Speaking of which, this was the third forger he had met after his friend Jiangnan Chunxin and his friend Yue Yunshen.
"Oh? The forger of your sword?"
Lin Chongyang's words also aroused Ling Jueding's interest. In other words, he was already curious about the creator of the dragon.
Such complex components can be perfectly integrated, and the swordsmiths are all top-notch in terms of knowledge and skills.
"Seniors should have heard of the creation of nature."
Lin Chongyang felt a little helpless when he remembered that when he helped Sui Wudu and the two make swords, he had used his own skills to provide the fire.
Thanks to my friend's special skill and body, it would be difficult to even get close to someone else, let alone using his Yang Fire to forge a sword.
"It's him." Ling Jueding said thoughtfully, "Can you let me see the sword?"
I saw Lin Chongyang's sleeves flicking by, and the divine sword Yinglong appeared and stood on the ground:
"Of course you can. I believe that if my friend were here, he would also be willing to exchange casting techniques with his seniors."
At that time, Ying Long was still in the sword world, and Ling Jue, out of politeness, just observed it and did not act rashly. Moreover, the sharp edge of the divine sword was restrained at that time, as if it was sleeping, and it did not show much content.
The casting technique of Kaiwu Tiangong deserves this name, and the path he takes is naturally different from his.
"There is no difference between men and swords. No wonder you say you are good at swordsmanship."
After Yinglong revived, his connection with Lin Chongyang was naturally invisible in Ling Jueding's eyes.
Its material is the same as the sword embryo, so there is no need to sharpen the sword.
"Besides drinking the blood of the swordsman, this is the first time Xinya has exuded such sharpness. It is very satisfied."
"Your sword cannot be made by forging."
"Born with the sword of dreams."
"Sword fetus?"
"Haha, I finally surprised you for once."
Many times, Ling Jueding felt that he was living in the past, and his old friends left one by one, making his heart begin to age.
However, if he could do it all over again, he would probably make the same decision.
Because this is an unsolvable problem.
No one can give in.
Seeing that the other party was indeed just looking at him, Lin Chongyang put away his sword and said at the same time:
"Yinglong has been recast more than once, and now, it's almost the same as another me."
During this period, Ling Jueding also collected the iron wood rocks needed to make the sword. Even though he had not been here for two thousand years, his movements were not jerky at all:
"Looking at people with a sword, its expression is still a bit one-sided. I can make a sword that is more suitable for you."
Every caster has his own confidence and pride.
What's more, a pure sword cannot fully express the complexity of human beings. Even the famous gods and long-lasting swords of the past are only the most suitable at a certain stage.
"If I had known my senior a few years ago, maybe another sword would seem more suitable for me. It was a Confucian sword, but I gave it to a junior."
Following Ling Jueding's actions, Lin Chongyang also tried to get a piece of iron wood rock. This kind of ore is indeed very special and requires the cooperation of heart and strength to ensure mining efficiency.
"The Confucian sword was suitable for you when you were in the wild shop, but it is not suitable for you now." Putting away the bamboo basket, Ling Jueding continued: "Let's go to the next place."
Since the creation of the Divine Sword, he has not formally forged a sword in the past few years.
Therefore, everything needed to make the sword needs to be prepared again.
