The swordsmanship of heaven and earth, the swordsmanship of the universe, make you feel ashamed as soon as you hear it.
The corners of Jin Ziling's mouth twitched and he decisively refused.
But Lin Chongyang retorted: "It doesn't matter, I have absolute confidence in Brother Jin's ability."
"Ha, brother Lin, are you digging a hole for me?" A smile appeared on Jin Ziling's lips.
"How is that possible? Lin always treats people with sincerity."
Lin Chongyang's expression was quite serious, and he met Jin Ziling's gaze calmly, dispelling his doubts.
He believed in the abilities of his new friends, not just to watch the fun.
Jin Ziling played with the folding fan and sighed softly: "If you don't try, don't try. Instead of spending time on creating those unknown sword moves, you might as well let me forge a good sword for Brother Lin."
This time, it was Lin Chongyang's turn to be helpless.
Is sword-making really the only bridge left between the swordsman and the forger?
After thinking about it for a while, he decided to refuse it first:
"To be honest, Brother Jin, I already have enough swords."
"..."
Immediately, the atmosphere fell into an eerie silence. After a while, Jin Ziling slowly opened the folding fan and said helplessly:
"Why do all kinds of situations happen every time I want to make swords for my friends? Brother Lin, your words touched the heart of my heart. It hurts so much!"
The first friend focused on the art of forging and did not mention swords for many years; the second friend made a sword for him but did not use it, leaving it hanging at home to collect dust; the third friend looked at this situation...
It seems that there are already many swords.
In the arena, everyone is eager for a good sword.
Why don't these friends seem to care much when it's their turn? Is it true that people's cultivation cannot be generalized? Swordsmen who have truly mastered their own swordsmanship don’t care much about foreign objects?
Lin Chongyang spoke sincerely: "Brother Jin, I'm sorry."
"Can you let me have a look?"
After thinking about it, Jin Ziling felt that he could challenge it.
The more swords there are, the more difficult it will be to cast a sword that is unique and suitable for the person involved. Moreover, according to his casting style, if he wants to cast a divine weapon, he also needs to consider the right time and place. People and.
If a divine weapon is to be born, the key lies not only in the forger, nor in the swordsman, but in the decision that comes from God's will.
All in all, it is very mysterious, very mysterious.
Hearing this, Lin Chongyang shook his head helplessly, then stood up from his seat, took out the wind from Wanhe Pine, and tapped the head of the piano, only to hear a few crisp sounds.
Immediately, the sides of the piano body spread out slowly like a peacock's tail.
Two swords, one red and one gold, are inserted on the left side, and two swords, one black and one silver, are inserted on the right side.
At the same time, Jin Ziling also stood up from his seat and walked out. As the wind of Wanhe Pine appeared, he could see that this piano was truly made by a master, and it had been modified to make it more than just a piano. Simple.
As the piano body slowly unfolded, he could accurately judge that the four swords he saw in front of him were made by three forgers with completely different styles and using completely different casting techniques.
This quantity...
Indeed, as the other party said, there are quite a few.
Moreover, the emphasis of the four swords is also different.
If strictly divided, they should correspond to the essence, spirit, and heart of the human body.
The red sword exuding a scorching aura corresponds to the Yuan Jing, the golden sword exuding a pure aura corresponds to the Yuan Shen, the uniform silver sword corresponds to the Yuan Qi, and the last, clear single-edged ink sword corresponds to the original heart.
Carrying the Tao with a sword is beyond the reach of anyone.
The No. 1 sword in the world is not just an empty name, it should be well deserved.
Although Jin Ziling's cultivation level is slightly inferior, casting skills are still a matter of specialization. Things that can be hidden from ordinary people may not be hidden from him, a first-rate caster.
Lin Chongyang pointed at Wanhe Songfeng and said, "Brother Jin, please."
After receiving permission, Jin Ziling focused his attention entirely on these swords.
The two swords on the left have several cracks on their swords.
However, it has not affected the stability of the sword itself. It should have a special meaning and was left behind by the sword owner. Moreover, these two swords have very heavy killing karma.
It formed a sharp contrast with the other two swords.
A brand new school, the single-edge sword. Judging from its casting skills, it should have come from the hands of my friend Ling Jueding. It has been cast for some years, far earlier than those unknown schools circulating in the world.
It is said that the founder of Shan Feng came from Confucianism.
The two sides have communicated, which is normal.
And that silver sword...
Turning his gaze to Nirvana, Jin Ziling narrowed his eyes slightly and analyzed its casting skills.
The mainstream casting technique, no matter which sect it is, is basically based on hammer forging, using a casting hammer to create a sword embryo, and then hammering out the finished product. I heard that the master of Zizhou Jingyuan is based on this. One-hand Ziyan refined Yuanji away from the casting hammer and embarked on a new path.
But he was certain that the sword he saw in front of him was not made by casting techniques, but was woven by some means like weaving cloth.
"..."
Jin Ziling felt a little helpless. He originally thought that after looking at other swords, he would forge a good sword for this new friend.
As a result, this trip broadened his horizons.
How is this possible?
This is not possible!
I saw him walking in front of Wanhe Songfeng, looking at the sword stand that still had room in it, and slowly said:
"Isn't there still a place in this sword box? Brother Lin and I had a very happy chat. The matter of forging the sword serves as a testimony of our acquaintance. I hope Brother Lin will not refuse."
Today, he was going to have a boyish madness and try to catch his breath!
Seeing him like this, Lin Chongyang didn't refuse anymore: "In that case, thank you Brother Jin."
Lin Chongyang even had some suspicions. His friend Jiang Nan Chunxin had foreseen this scene when he changed Wanhe Songfeng into a sword box. If every time he met a forger, one more sword would come out...
It seems quite interesting.
The premise is that he will not give the sword away again.
"Ha, easy to talk about."
Jin Ziling chuckled, then changed the topic and continued:
"However, as the saying goes, there is no first in writing, and there is no second in martial arts. If you have a sword, you will naturally have the first sword, but who can be the real number one?
Don't blame me for not reminding you. Once you want to be the number one and ascend the throne, there will be a battle for the king. Brother Lin can prepare in advance. Maybe he will have a fight with the number one sword in the world in the future. "
God's will is reincarnation, and due to different casting techniques, some things are destined to be difficult to avoid.
Lin Chongyang didn't pay attention, but said: "Before that, Lin has a question and wants to ask Brother Jin."
"Oh? Tell me." Jin Ziling closed the folding fan.
"A man with a sword is invincible. Is it the sword that is stronger, or the man who is stronger?"
Different scenarios, different people, facing the same problems.
"The only thing a sword maker cares about is the status of the sword. A sword maker's lifelong wish is to make the sword and the sword maker complement each other so that they can maximize each other's abilities. There is nothing else."
(End of chapter)
