Ning Yuan was greatly shocked by the legend told by Lin Chongyang. The history of the misery seemed to be much longer than he imagined.
"..."
Should he say that it deserves to be a broader world? Even a simple name has such a long background story, which means that the recipes of the Misery may be thicker than the history of the Tower of Metta.
Then, I heard Ning Yuan say: "Dare you ask, sir?"
If you put it this way, he should be the first person to know your husband's name and the first person to see him in such a difficult situation.
"Respect and taboo are out of the question. In that case, let's get to know each other again."
Pushing the poured tea in front of Ning Yuan, Lin Chongyang stopped his movements and briefly introduced himself:
"Teng Guang Ling Yao Lin Chongyang, he is the leader of the lineage of Confucian saints and Mingde in the Confucian Sect in the Dire Situation."
At this point, Ning Yuan truly understood what Lin Chongyang's responsibility was:
"Ning Yuan, a scholar from the Tower of Compassionate Light in the Four Realms."
Regarding the identity of the gentleman, although Senior Xia did not say it clearly at that time, he did give him some hints, so Ning Yuan was not surprised by this.
Then, Lin Chongyang poured himself a cup of tea and sold his senior brother along the way:
"Senior brother, because he guarded the Five Ways of Haozheng in the past, he was called Yuru Wuxia."
"What now?" Ning Yuan asked curiously.
"Although he has retired, his title has always been retained. With his character, senior brother will not take another title." Lin Chongyang answered for him, then picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
Ning Yuan had the same attitude towards this: "Senior Xia is indeed very good."
Although the senior said cold words, he was very concerned about them in his actions, and those words were indeed their problems, some of which could even be said to be fatal.
Therefore, after figuring out Xia Yan's character, they got along very happily.
"Although I don't know how much my senior brother has told you, since you are here, you can stay and study for a while.
The Defeng Ancient Road is not somewhere else. You don’t have to worry about being ostracized because of your special status. Just let me know when you plan to leave. "
Ning Yuan thought about many possibilities and made many assumptions, but never thought that Lin Chongyang would directly let him stay. After all, they came to experience hardship.
"I'm not the only one here this time, there are also Qi'ao, Chuan Zi and Fu Ying. My senior is taking them to Xiwulin. I'm here to visit you first while traveling."
He told everyone's situation frankly, although, if he guessed correctly, this experience was originally arranged for them by his husband.
“The essence of experience is to let you learn more things and to help you apply what you have learned.
There is a shortage of people in Xiwulin at this time, and I would also like to let you go to Tiandu to practice, but this matter is not urgent for now. "
"Sir, did you have to go out for something just now?"
"There are some old things that need to be dealt with, but it's also not urgent."
"Then I'll bother you."
In this way, Lin Chongyang's original plan to go out was temporarily interrupted because of Ning Yuan's unexpected arrival.
For him, there is not much difference. He just finds something to do for himself in his spare time, and the same goes for training his juniors.
Then, Ying Yunqian, who had been soaking in Wanxiang Zhenzang all day long, was also pulled out. Together with Xianmo Karma and Ning Yuan, the three of them lived a wonderful life every day in the following period.
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Mingshan is a place where the wind settles, and no one can generate fire by itself; a blazing furnace spits out blazing flames, and all phenomena contain the universe.
In the Jiping Valley, there were bursts of thunder today, and I suddenly heard:
"On the road to Fengdu, martyrs march, heroes are buried with desolate bones. The sky is silent, the earth is speechless, how can the mortal world regard the lowest among men.
Doomsday, atheism. "
What he saw was scrap metal and dead bones all over the ground. The eyes under the mask of the underworld were slightly focused, and he said loudly:
"Where is the miraculous craftsmanship?"
At this time, only a disembodied voice was heard, coming from the dead bones hanging upside down on the tree:
"Friend, what are you doing for me?"
"The God weeps and the sword breaks."
However, just four words, it involves an old incident, and it is also closely related to the person visited by the earth and the underworld.
There are many factions in the art of misery casting, such as divine casting, ghost casting, artificial casting, demonic casting, etc., to name a few, but each has its own strengths and wonders.
A long time ago, there was a family living in the Jade Saint Tianshan Mountain. They were accustomed to borrowing the Nine Heavens Divine Fire and were good at the art of Zhurong Divine Casting. They were named the Jade Saint Relics, and they were descendants of the legendary Xuanyuan lineage.
Borrowing the divine fire also caused the Zhurong Heavenly Disaster, which caused heavy casualties to the Jade Saint family. The last Shenzhu was saved by Jiutian Xuanzun.
His name was Nie Han, and he was known as the God of Craftsmanship. In return for his life-saving grace, he forged three magical weapons for Jiutian Xuanzun.
One is the Dharma; the other is the oracle; the other is the cry of the gods.
It is worth mentioning that when Jiutian Xuanzun asked Nie Han to cast the oracle, he prepared two copies of the strange stone and asked Nie Han to cast the same two swords.
Therefore, now that he heard that Shen Weeping Sword was broken, it naturally aroused Nie Han's interest.
"Huh? That's interesting. Who was it and what kind of weapon cut it off?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the fire suddenly swelled, the dead bones slowly fell, and a stern figure emerged with a proud smile:
"Follow the emperor's fire, forge a hundred blades, turn into a divine weapon in the world, and laugh at the famous frontiers of the past and present."
Nie Han had no intention of pursuing Di Ming's identity or the grievances of the past. Now he only cared about who cut off the cry of God. This was related to his dignity as a caster.
"As the current god, I believe you will make your own judgment."
At the same time as he spoke, Di Ming transformed into a wooden box and handed it to Nie Han.
"The Confucian swordsmanship is flawless, hiss, it's so powerful, and you're still alive? It seems like the person who made the move had some reservations."
After taking the wooden box and opening it, Nie Han took a breath of cold air and looked at the Shenwei Sword broken into countless pieces. He picked up the hilt and looked at it carefully and commented:
"But...this man's sword has a problem, a big problem."
Of the entire Shenwei Sword, only the hilt was intact. Of course, the most important thing is that the sword was not cut off, but was broken by a supreme force. That force even affected The material of the sword itself.
Moreover, the sword used by the opponent is also different from ordinary people, whether it is the standard, material, or casting method.
"Can it be repaired?" Di Ming frowned. Shenwei was left by the emperor's father, and he naturally hoped to restore it.
"It is possible, but there is a problem with the stability of the material. If we want to completely solve the problem, we need the right person to throw the sword into the furnace."
Putting the sword hilt back into the wooden box, Nie Han began to prepare for recasting while expressing his opinions.
"Other than that?"
Regarding Nie Han's proposal, Di Ming would naturally not accept it. Shenwei meant a lot to him, so how could he tolerate it being defiled by others.
and……
Are there really no problems with the emperor's father's records? As soon as he opened his mouth, he would make people throw themselves into the furnace and sacrifice their swords. Even the Yutian Huey he knew was not that outrageous in his ghost skills.
"It's okay not to throw it into the furnace, but it can't be broken again, otherwise it will be completely scrapped." Nie Han shook his head and said in a regretful tone.
"Just do it this way."
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嘤嘘嘤 Thank you all for your support and love. Yangzi persisted for another month and asked for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month.
(End of chapter)
