If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified

Flying sword, a sword in the sky, the sword light can go to the end of the world!

The stars in the sky are like falling stars, just like a white-clothed sword fairy leaning over and looking down, holding his sword fingers.

The sword light suddenly appeared, and disappeared from the Sifang wine shop without a sound.

In Taixuan Palace, someone nodded and chuckled.

On Qingyun Street, Jiang Baishi took advantage of the night to sit cross-legged next to the white cow, feeding the cow to graze.

The white cow was grazing safely, but a flash of light flashed in the eyes of this divine beast.

Jiang Baishi seemed to be aware that behind the lord Dafu Shoufu, the man who looked like a farmer couldn't help but look up.

"Lu Jing climbed a sky pass, saw the Heavenly King and Taibai two stars, but he even realized the rumored Taibai sword light...

The one who realizes Taibai Sword Light is nothing more than a Fourth Master, Ji Chen'an, in the world. "

The peasant man sighed.

Jiang Baishi coughed a few times, and said weakly: "When the master ascends to the sky, the sky will open the gate for him, and Taibai whispered to him.

This Lu Jing ascended to the sky, in fact, the same is true.

This... is actually a good thing. "

The farmer was silent for a while, then nodded: "Is this good or bad for the master's chess game?"

Jiang Baishi put down the fodder in his hands, stood up and touched the white cow's horns.

"The chess game I am playing has also been finalized.

Up to the sky, down to the world, plus Na Yuyuan, Yanggu, Lei Jiehai, and Yang Jiehai, all of them are in my game.

This is already the limit for the old man, and I will not live long. After my death, it would be the best if the chess game is successful. "

"I've tried my best. The fortune is on Lu Jing, and the variables are also on Lu Jing. Whether it's good luck or the variables, it has nothing to do with me."

Jiang Baishi stroked the horns of the white bull carefully, and after a few breaths, he turned back to the east hall with a hunched body.

Looking at Jiang Baishi's hunched body, the farmer felt uncomfortable.

Even during the spiritual tide, when all the immortals in the sky fell into the world, this old man who once rode a white bull to roam the countryside and later became Lord Dafu Shoufu had never been so depressed.

"During countless years, has the human world not surpassed once?"

The peasant man asked himself.

In today's world, there are Emperor Chongtian, King Dazhu, King Chong'an, Grand Gongsun, several unrivaled generals, Jiang Baishi, Han Xintai, the world's top nine, and thousands of tyrannical people. .

But even in this kind of world, the sage cannot be a sage, and he still has to use the game of chess to figure out the sky.

In such a world, the world does not know when it will win?

Just when thoughts flickered in the peasant man's heart, the sword light that went straight to Taixuanjing suddenly flashed with brilliance.

The white bull that had been kneeling and grazing on the ground also stood up, its vitality was lingering, but then the vitality disappeared and flew towards Jokhang Mountain.

The farmer's blood was like boiling magma. He raised his head and raised his hand at the place where the sword light flashed.

The farmer seemed to want to grasp the energy that was soaring between heaven and earth, but the energy passed through his fingers and flew towards Jokhang Mountain one after another.

"It's the legendary primordial star in the world."

Blood flashed in the farmer's eyes, when he started to develop his profound arts, he fell in love with Jokhang Mountain.

But on the Jokhang Mountain, there is an incarnation of a heavenly king standing on the peak.

That day the king turned into a body under the Taibai star, and the sword energy wandered around the body of the king!

The body of the jet-black Heavenly King is more than ten feet tall, and his majesty is unparalleled.

When he held the Taibai sword light in his hand, the dazzling sword energy flew up, and the mystery was unpredictable.

"This is not Fu Guang Jian Qi, this is Taibai Jian Guang."

The farmer seemed to have remembered something, and his eyes suddenly became solemn.

He turned his head and entered the east hall as well.

In the east hall, Jiang Baishi was sitting on the blue and white chair as usual, and he was struggling to support his frail body to fall asleep.

The farmer walked up to Jiang Baishi, wanted to speak, but hesitated.

But he only hesitated for two or three breaths.

Jiang Baishi waved his hand gently: "After I die, if Lu Jing has never become a sharp knife to kill immortals, you can vote for him."

...

Monk Abbot and Zhao Qingyang sat opposite each other.

Monk Shenxiu poured tea for the two of them helplessly.

Chenghui changed into a Taoist robe, and seeing that the abbot and Zhao Qingyang were still reluctant to leave, she had to cook and prepare some vegetarian meals for them.

One is an eminent monk of Daleiyin Temple.

The other one is Zhenwu Mountain Daojian.

Both of them have extraordinary identities, and their cultivation bases are much stronger than those of the young Buddhist disciples of the Jokhang Temple.

They sat like this, without saying a word, but their eyes kept colliding, as if they were engaged in some kind of confrontation.

"Jing Guogong sees Gou Chen, sees Kunpeng, and our Taoism has its own predestined law.

Since the incident of General Butian in Pingping Township, Daleiyin Temple has stopped accepting lay disciples. Do you still expect Duke Jing to cut his hair and become a monk? "

After a long while, Zhao Qingyang suddenly spoke, his words were full of hostility, and he stopped looking at the abbot monk when he spoke.

The abbot monk chuckled, turned his head and asked Zhao Qingyang: "Do you know how to forge swords?"

Zhao Qingyang shook his head frankly.

The abbot monk said again: "Master Ji Yuan's relic contains the sword light of the world, so gods, ghosts and demons are not allowed to get close.

When I forge a sword, I only need to engrave scriptures on the sword. Jing Guogong is the living heir of Master Ji Yuan.

Although Zhenwu incense ashes are good, do you have a way to make Jing Guogong easily understand the sword energy in the incense ashes? "

The abbot monk said this, and asked Zhao Qingyang: "Speaking of which, what kind of heaven and earth sword light is bred by this furnace of incense ash?"

Zhao Qingyang replied: "It's Lord Jianguang Wulei."

The abbot monk was taken aback for a moment, then he squinted his eyes and laughed, his rich cheeks twitched.

"Mr. Wulei is naturally strong and powerful, but this sword light is fierce and strong. For thousands of years, all those who have realized this sword light in Zhenwu Mountain are all heavenly beings of the eight realms.

Brother Dao came here with such a batch of incense ashes. I don't know if he values ​​Jing Guogong too much, or thinks Jing Guogong too highly. "

Zhao Qingyang waved his whisk to drive away a few mosquitoes.

"Since I, Zhenwushan, dared to look for Lord Jing Guo to find a chance, I naturally have a way to subdue Lord Wu Lei. What's more, you must not forget that Lord Jing Guo mirrored Gou Chen Yuanxing, and he was born with a destiny for my Thunder Law."

The abbot monk was not worried, he just shook his head to himself.

"Yuan Xing is Yuan Xing after all, Taoism is good at controlling thunder, it doesn't mean that Gou Chen belongs to Taoism.

If this is the case, then the Great Buddha of Leiyin Temple once saw Jing Guogong reflecting the heavenly king Yuan Xing, and the heavenly king was said to be the Buddha sitting down to protect the Dharma. Wouldn’t Jing Guogong be more predestined with my Buddha? "

Zhao Qingyang, the abbot and the monk were silent, and the two spoke with cynicism, not like two monks.

"Senior brother, these two senior brothers from Daleiyin Temple and Zhenwu Mountain speak with guns and sticks in their mouths. How can there be any trace of someone who has attained the Tao?" Cheng Hui lowered her voice and spoke to the monk Shenxiu.

Monk Shenxiu also quietly said to Chenghui: "This is a fight for opportunity. Daleiyin Temple and Zhenwu Mountain naturally have to send tough disciples. If everything is compromised, wouldn't the good opportunity like Mr. Lu Jing belong to someone else?" ?”

Chenhui sneered while kneading the dough, "Mr. Lu Jing didn't even want to pay attention to them, and left with Lu Yi's benefactor.

In my opinion, neither Zhenwu Mountain nor Daleiyin Temple can form a good relationship with Mr. Lu Jing. "

Monk Shenxiu also nodded seriously.

"Mr. Lu Jing has always acted with his own temperament.

Senior Brother Abbot and Senior Brother Qingyang said that they came here to form a good relationship, but whether it is the relic or the incense ash, they can only be controlled by their respective orthodox inheritance.

This is tantamount to letting Mr. Lu Jing accept their Dharma and deepen his connection with them. "

"But..." Monk Shenxiu paused, with some emotion in his tone: "The Jiyuan relic and the Wulei Jun incense ashes are both extremely precious.

If it is used to forge a sword, coupled with Taichong Dragon Lord's celestial dragon bone, the sword produced must be a first-grade sword. "

Zhao Qingyang, the abbot and the monk stared wide-eyed.

The abbot monk intends to live in this Jokhang Temple.

Zhao Qingyang seemed to be angry and had no intention of leaving.

Chenghui is cooking.

Monk Shenxiu was about to refill tea for the two of them.

But in the sky, a ray of sword energy is coming towards the moonlight!

Monk Abbot, Zhao Qingyang, and Monk Shenxiu all felt it.

They looked up one after another.

But he saw a sword light coming towards the west wind.

Therefore, Wanli West Wind gave birth to white light.

White light suddenly appeared in the sky, and the peaks stood up.

It seems that there is a god and man holding a sword and coming straight to Jokhang Mountain.

The vitality between the heaven and the earth was surging, and the fierce spirit seemed to be guided by a kind of sword spirit, condensing in the void.

Starlight fell from the sky, shining on the condensed vitality.

That vitality becomes a dharma body.

The dharma body was dark and mighty, with a huge palm sticking out, but there was a sword light flowing between the fingers, and the blazing sword light was shining brightly.

Abbot Monk and Zhenwu Mountain Zhao Qingyang all opened their eyes wide, looking up at the huge Heavenly King Dharma Body in the sky.

It was also at this moment.

That day Wang Fashen suddenly spit out words, but it was Lu Jing's voice.

"Since it's a gift, the Great Monk's relic of Daleiyin Temple, Zhenwu Mountain Zhenwu Incense Ash... Lu Jing took them all.

In the future, Lu Jing must return with a sword. "

That day the king opened his mouth.

The ray of sword light in his hand flew up!

This sword light is brilliant, mysterious and extraordinary, and the brilliance goes straight for three hundred miles.

At this moment, the entire Jokhang Temple was illuminated as bright as day.

"Taibai... Jianguang?"

Zhao Qingyang clenched his fist.

He only knew that Lu Jingzhao saw Taibai and reflected Taibai Yuanxing, but he never received the sword light from Taibai Xingjun!

"Those who reflect Taibai in the sky, not to mention others, even there are a few people in the Taibai Tower.

But how has anyone among them ever realized Taibai Jianguang? "

Zhao Qingyang sighed.

The abbot monk had a sad face.

Shenxiu on the side poked her head: "Senior brothers, you are in a hurry.

Mr. Lu Jing used the Taibai Sword Light when he went to Zhangwu Daodong Mountain Lake not long ago, have you never heard of it? "

Zhao Qingyang, the abbot and the monk looked at each other and shook their heads.

And when that sword light hangs in the air.

Zhao Qingyang was silent for a while, and there was an extra incense burner in his hand.

The sword light rolled, and the incense ash in the incense burner turned into dots of light, which were swept away by the sword light.

The abbot and the monk looked on coldly.

Seeing that in the incense ashes, there is a god-man holding thunder in his hand, which turns into sword light and suddenly rises in the sky.

Suddenly, the Heavenly King's big hand fell down, and there was also a thunderous light in his hand, which merged with the Taibai sword light and pierced into the incense ash.

The incense ash that bred the fierce thunderous energy unexpectedly fell silent.

The abbot monk gritted his teeth.

But he saw the Heavenly King standing on the mountain peak looking over at the abbot monk.

The abbot monk was helpless, and thought to himself: "A man cannot stand without faith, let alone a sect?"

He flicked his wrist, and a light yellow, round relic flew into the void.

"It shouldn't be easy to subdue Grandmaster Li Xiuyuan's Demon-Swinging Sword..."

The abbot monk's thoughts have not yet settled down.

Another sword light fell from the sky.

But it was the light-supporting sword energy.

The sword comes out to support the light, and the sun rises in the east. It seems that all the ghosts and ghosts will appear here.

The relic, which was originally aggressive and radiant, soared into the sky, as if it was about to wipe out all the demons in the world, suddenly dimmed its light, and flew down slowly, flying into the center of the heavenly king's body and eyebrows.

The abbot monk froze.

Zhao Qingyang, who was gritting his teeth, suddenly pointed at the abbot monk and laughed.

"It seems that this world-shattering sword light is similar to Jing Guogong's light-supporting sword spirit.

Jianguang meets Jianqi, Jing Guogong wants to let the world-shattering Jianguang be used by him, it is easier than you and I imagined. "

The abbot monk was silent for a while, and finally his brows relaxed.

"In any case, a good relationship has been formed, but it is not as deep as you and I thought.

Lu Jing has an extraordinary future. He is both the Duke of Dafu and the unrivaled young sword armor.

If he wanted to forge a sword, only Daleiyin Temple and Zhenwu Mountain would know the news and send treasures, which is considered a good thing. "

Zhao Qingyang nodded, and asked again: "Aren't you going to forge a sword for Duke Jing?"

The abbot monk shook his head: "A senior has already entered Xuandu, and he came here to forge swords."

Zhao Qingyang was very puzzled: "You have to think about it clearly, forging a sword for Lu Jing, with the bones of a dragon, as well as relics and incense ash, you can definitely make a famous sword that ranks among the top 20 in the world, and can make your abbot famous forever. "

"If you become a monk, you don't expect to be famous forever." The abbot and the monk clasped their hands together and said a Buddha's name: "I will forge a sword, and I can make a top 20 famous sword in the world.

If his predecessors were allowed to forge swords, he might be able to forge a top fifteen famous sword in the world.

Even... He can break through his own shackles and climb to another peak, why should I fight with him? Wouldn't it be better to give him a chance to climb to the top and add a master swordsmith to my world? "

Zhao Qingyang's eyelids drooped slightly, and there was some admiration in the brilliance revealed in his eyes.

The monk Shenxiu at the side poked his head over and asked the abbot monk: "Senior brother, you know that you can't beat that senior who made the sword, right?"

Abbot Monk's originally compassionate expression suddenly froze. He waved his hand and said angrily, "I'm a guest at Jokhang Temple, and you don't even prepare a vegetarian meal for me?"

...

In the Sifang wine shop.

Tu Xian Hei Jin flew from afar and retracted his scabbard.

Lu Jing stood up solemnly and saluted An Ruolu.

"Sir, when will the sword be cast?"

An Ruolu and Sun Boyuan stared blankly at a relic and a furnace of incense ash that came with Jianguang.

Until several breaths of time have passed.

It was only then that An Ruolu realized that he stood up quickly, opened his arms wide, then folded his palms, saluted Lu Jing, and then took out a pen and paper.

"Duke, apart from this incense ashes and relics, what other treasures are there?"

"There is also a pair of keel bones."

Lu Jing straightened up without changing his expression.

An Ruolu gritted his teeth, nodded, and wrote it down on the straw paper.

Lu Jing said again: "There are also eight hundred catties of Dongtu Mountain Essence and a piece of Tianlu Fire Seed."

An Ruolu nodded again.

Lu Jing continued: "There are 1,400 real dragon balls, and the essence can be refined into them for later use in killing dragons."

An Ruolu sighed inwardly.

He forged this sword only to offend the dragons in the world, but he still did not hesitate to record the 1400 dragon balls.

"And... two first-grade swords."

"Two first-grade swords." An Ruolu was recording with a brush. When he just wrote the first word, he felt something was wrong.

The swordsmith raised his head and looked at Lu Jing: "Two... first-grade swords?"

Sun Boyuan's pupils condensed slightly, and he also stared at Lu Jing.

Lu Jingchang took a deep breath and repeated: "Two first-grade swords."

In Taixuan Palace, Emperor Chongtian raised his head thoughtfully.