Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

Chapter 434
The acquaintance of the two was originally an accident. Even if some views were different during the conversation, they had a very happy conversation.

What Ling Jueding pursues is to concentrate, to be pure, and the whole is more inclined to the cultivation of the state of mind, so as to finally achieve the feeling of peace of mind, no difference between the world and the world.

In contrast, Lin Chongyang is a master of the world and walks in the world of mortals. What he seeks is also what human beings seek.

Although the two are not close friends in the way of swordsmanship, they can be called comrades in dealing with affairs.

This is the case in Jianghu, let alone like-minded people, as long as they appreciate each other, many things will become very simple.

"My friend and I talk about swords. Although I know him well, he is not interested in things other than swords. It is also a great regret in life that swords do not meet confidants."

Lin Chongyang put away the empty wine jar, although Chang Ri Kunzhen didn't like to drink, but he had to bring something when he came to worship.

No matter whether he was summoned by Ling Jue's peak, or his body transformed again, it was all variable, but he hadn't forgotten his real purpose of coming here this time——

Pay homage to my friend Changri Kunyi.

"If he knows that you miss him so much, he will inevitably want to discuss swords with you."

While Ling Jueding spoke, he was studying the sword embryo that Lin Chongyang had handed over to him earlier.

"That's right, I won't lose this time."

The words blurted out, Lin Chongyang looked at the scene in front of him, and couldn't help but feel a little lost.

Among his good friends, the one who died will naturally bear more worries, coupled with the regrets of the past, even though he has let go of it, he is still a person who misses the past.

Everyone was more or less concerned, and under the premise that Lin Chongyang's words were reasonable, they all listened to them and persuaded them. Over the years, Zhengdao's high-end combat power has been largely preserved.

Only Chang Ri Kunzhen is special, his belief is run through by one person with one heart and one sword, and his ending is doomed from the moment he holds the sword.

Ling Jueding didn't discuss this issue any more, but took the sword embryo and said: "Forging the sword still needs some preparations, would you like to go with me?"

"it is good."

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Since Yishui left the next day, it was already the climax of the moon, and the two of them were not in a hurry, and they only traveled five thousand miles in one night.

Until the sun rises in the east, one can only see a place in the middle of the mountains, which is cold and humid all the year round, with drizzle.

In the morning mist, a rainbow light flashed, and two figures stepped here.

With a stroke of his sword, Ling Jueding cut out a piece of silver ore from the mountains, and then introduced it to Lin Chongyang beside him:
"This is the place where I traveled all over the world in search of a furnace for casting swords, and finally found and mined this iron wood rock in the lochia suffering place.

This mine is the only one in the world, and it has the characteristics of iron, wood and rock.

Depending on how it is used, it can generate constant fire, be mixed with casting materials, and sharpen swords. "

After many years, those who revisit the old place will finally unconsciously think of the past, when Tuer was still young:
"Sounds like a very precious material."

"The sword in your hand can help you take the iron wood rock, but remember, there is only one chance 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."

"Let me give you a hint, this short sword must be wielded with one's heart and strength."

"What kind of Zen language..."

"Come back on time, otherwise, you will bear the consequences."

"Senior will also look for a stove specially, unlike my friend, who asks him for help every time I have to provide the stove myself."

Lin Chongyang made a rare joke. Speaking of which, this is the third foundry he has met after his good friend Jiang Nan Chunxin and his good friend Yue Yunshen.

"Oh? The maker of your sword?"

Lin Chongyang's words also aroused Ling Jueding's interest, or in other words, he was already curious about the creator of the dragon.

Such complex ingredients can be perfectly blended together, and the swordsmith is a top-notch existence in terms of knowledge and casting skills.

"Creativity, seniors should have heard of it."

Lin Chongyang felt a little helpless when he remembered that when he helped Sui Wudu and the other two forge swords, it was he who provided the furnace with his own kung fu.

It is also due to the special skill of my friend, but if it is another person, let alone using his yang fire to forge a sword, it will be difficult to get close.

"It's him." Ling Jueding was thoughtful, and then said: "Can I have a look at the saber?"

I saw Lin Chongyang flicking his sleeves, and the divine sword emerged from the dragon, standing on the ground:
"Of course, I believe that if my friends are here, I would be willing to exchange casting techniques with my seniors."

At that time, Yinglong was still in the sword world, and Ling Jueding just observed it out of politeness, and did not act rashly, and at that time, the sword's edge was restrained, as if sleeping, and did not reveal much content.

The ingenious casting technique is worthy of this name, and the path it took is naturally different from his.

"There is no difference between human and sword, no wonder you can say that the sword is smooth."

After Ying Long recovered, his connection with Lin Chongyang was naturally invisible in Ling Jueding's eyes.

Its material is the same as that of the sword embryo, so there is no need to sharpen the sword.

"Besides drinking the blood of the swordsman, this is the first time that the new cliff exudes such sharpness, and it is very satisfied."

"Your sword cannot be made without casting."

"Born, the sword of fantasy."

"Sword fetus?"

"Haha, I finally surprised you once."

Many times, Ling Jueding felt that he was living in the past, and his old friends left one by one, which made his heart start to age.

However, if everything can be done again, he should still make the same decision.

Because this is an unsolvable problem.

It is impossible for anyone to back down.

Seeing that the other party was indeed just watching, Lin Chongyang put away his sword and said at the same time:

"Ying Long has been recast more than once, and now, he is almost equivalent to another me."

During this period, Ling Jueding also collected the iron wood rocks needed to make swords. Even though he hadn't been here for 2000 years, his movements were not jerky at all:

"Looking at people with a sword, its expression is still somewhat one-sided. I can forge a sword that is more suitable for you."

Every foundry has its own self-confidence and arrogance.

What's more, a pure sword can't express all the complexities of people. Even Mingshen and Changri Kunzhen in the past are only the most suitable at a certain stage.

"If I had met my senior a few years ago, maybe another sword would be more suitable for me. It is a Confucian sword, but it was given to a junior by me."

Following Ling Jueding's movements, Lin Chongyang also tried to take a piece of iron wood rock. This kind of ore is indeed very special, and it requires the cooperation of heart and strength to ensure the mining efficiency.

"The Confucian Sword is suitable for you when you were in the wild store, but not for you now." Putting away the bamboo basket, Ling Jueding continued: "Let's go, go to the next place."

Since becoming known as Excalibur, he has not formally forged a sword in these years.

Therefore, everything for making a sword needs to be re-prepared.

(End of this chapter)