Gusu Huanjian still remembers that when he was still young, when faced with Jian Zong's sword intent, he didn't care about anything at that time and directly drew his sword and charged forward.
The result...
They were thrown away and fell into the mud, and then, the old friend in front of them stopped the two of them.
However, if he could do it all over again, he would make the same choice.
Because when faced with such a master, once you feel timid, the idea that the opponent is invincible will begin to grow in your heart.
At that time, you will lose not once, but for a lifetime.
Be it life or kendo, faith is very important from beginning to end.
"I'm just a swordsmith."
Seeing that the fighting spirit in the opponent was beginning to rise, Ling Jueding decisively declined the possible fight. He was not interested in winning or losing.
It doesn't make much sense to judge the victory or defeat between swordsmen based on the quality of sword moves and the level of foundation.
Gusu was not disappointed when he returned the sword: "Sir, are you here to use the sword spring to make a sword?"
As time went by, things changed and people changed. It was rare to meet an old friend from the past, and he didn't intend to spoil the fun.
Ling Juetou signaled, and then said to Lin Chongyang on the side:
"He brought me here in the past, and the purpose was to let me see this sword spring, a seemingly ordinary but extraordinary sword, and this spring-like sword saliva.
This spring is the best sword-tempering water. Back then, I took part of it, but it was exhausted long ago, so now I need to take it again. "
The Jiuchi Sword Spring has its source, but neither Changri Kunqiu nor Ling Jueding back then, or Lin Chongyang and Gusu Huanjian today, have no intention of pursuing it.
Life is like this sometimes, just be simpler.
The Sword Clan is already very sensitive to swords and has extraordinary talents in swordsmanship. Now that they have come to this sword spring, not to mention their rapid improvement in cultivation, it is no problem to lay a good foundation.
Unfortunately, in this difficult world, experience is really important. The Tianshan Fengmai system is already doomed.
You know, before Chang Rikun went into self-exile, he taught them a hard lesson.
As a result, it was only listed as a taboo, and not many people still cared about the shortcomings of the system.
In the end, the battle with the ghost clan in the past years directly led to its decline.
Even now, no one has any plans to rebuild it. This place, which can be called the foundation, may be buried by the yellow sand after countless years, or there may be other encounters.
Lin Chongyang looked at the past and the future, but did not say much: "Looking at its characteristics, it is of great use in healing sword wounds and even practicing swordsmanship."
"Would you like to have a drink first?" Ling Jueding transformed into a container and said while collecting the spring water.
"I'm not good at drinking, so I'll leave it at that." As he said that, Lin Chongyang looked back at Gusu and returned the sword: "However, I want to take some away."
The reply was: "It doesn't matter, no one is taking care of this place anyway."
In this way, Lin Chongyang transformed into a white wine bag and received some spring water from the edge of the sword.
Then, Gusu returned the sword and said: "Speaking of which, friends over there, meeting each other is fate. Do we need to pass a few moves?"
"Me?" Lin Chongyang put away the wine bag: "Fighting with me will only cut off your path. How about calling me "Senior" to ensure that you have no worries in this life."
After passing that hurdle in his heart, Lin Chongyang is now much more casual than before.
"You think I'm older, right?" Gusu returned the sword and patted the Twelve Bones of Yellow Sand in his hand, somewhat unconvinced.
Then, he looked at Ling Jueding again...
It seemed that among the three people present, he was the only one who looked older.
"When you were young, I hunted ghosts in the Western Wulin. If you call me "Senior", you won't suffer."
Now that the ghost prison has been calmed down, the people who protected the common people in the past are now reunited. Lin Chongyang wants to use the line of returning the sword to Gusu to protect them.
Thinking that the other party would not choose to join the Confucian sect with his crazy character of talking swords and playing the flute when complaining, so he simply didn't mention it, just like he did to Yi Qiunian and the two of them back then.
Some people are not born to be restrained, so why bother?
This time, it was Gusu Huijian who became more interested: "So, you also have a grudge against the ghost clan? Then we can all be friends."
What he said is almost as follows: As long as you kill the ghost clan, we will be half brothers.
As long as he was still in this world, the four words of love, resentment, and hatred were destined to be avoided. As for Lin Chongyang's purpose, Ling Jueding, who was standing by him, was convinced and said nothing.
"Is there any grudge? There was one before, but it was settled later."
Except for not cutting up Fu Zixi's bones and scattering them into ashes, the grudge between Lin Chongyang and Yama's Ghost Prison was settled in the past year.
However, because there was no movement across the seal, only a few people knew about the changes in the ghost prison.
Obviously, Gusu's Return of the Sword is not included in this list: "I'm kidding, the ghost prison has been sealed for so many years, where are you going to end it?"
"The seal can only be broken by others. All you have to do is kill it directly."
The answer he received made him even more unbelievable, but he must take it seriously:
"That shouldn't be the case. The seal has been broken. He should be able to sense it..."
The "he" Gusu Huanjian talks about is his close friend Zhangqiu Wuqi, one of the three most powerful swordsmen in the same line.
"There are three layers of seals outside the ghost prison. The innermost layer is the Seven Purity Seals sealed by the senior Buddha; the second layer is the Six Precepts Divine Seal sealed by Shou Ma Guan Shan Zhang Qi Wu Qi with his own sword body; These two seals are interlocked, making it difficult for the ghost clan to escape.
The outermost layer was laid by Senior Xuan Zun with the help of the ghost clan's most precious treasure, the Wancha Wild Rock, after he killed the dragon. Its function is also the simplest, which is to isolate the ghosts from the ghost clan from returning to the ghost prison. However, because of the medium , so it is also the easiest to break.
Moreover, the Yin and Yang of the entire set of seals are out of balance, and it is only a matter of time before they destroy each other, but..."
Although Lin Chongyang hadn't finished speaking yet, Gusu Huanjian only felt that the more he listened, the more outrageous it became. According to what the other party said, it felt like the ghost prison was going to invade the misery tomorrow.
After careful consideration, he still chose to interrupt: "So we understand, you won't really break the seal, right?"
After all, from his perspective, this matter had a lot at stake.
"The seal is still there, but it's a little different from before. I did go to the Ghost Prison a thousand years ago to settle the grudges of the past."
At the same time as he spoke, Lin Chongyang formed an envelope and handed it to Gusu Huanjian:
"As a person involved in the war in the past, there are some things that you need to understand and witness in person. I have no position to persuade people to let go of the hatred between the two races.
This is my name post. You can go and see it for yourself, and then decide on the future path. "
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Without the hatred between the two clans weighing on him, Zhang Qiu Wuji would not be plotted against in the future, and Gusu Huanjian and others would not have to keep thinking about the sealed Yama Ghost Prison.
Lin Chongyang didn't know what their future would be like, but it was not bad at all.
After saying goodbye to Gusu Huanjian, he followed Ling Jueding to the last stop, where the sword was forged.
