Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

Gusu Huanjian still remembered that he was still young at that time, facing Jianzong's sword intent, he didn't care about 21 at that time, and directly drew his sword and charged forward.

The result is...

After being thrown into the mud by the bullet, it was the old friend in front of him who stopped the two of them.

However, if everything could be done again, he would still make the same choice.

Because in the face of such a master, once timid, the idea that the opponent is invincible will start to grow in his heart.

At that time, the loser will not be once, but for a lifetime.

Whether it is life or kendo, belief is very important from beginning to end.

"I'm just a swordsmith."

Seeing that the opponent's fighting spirit began to rise, Ling Jueding decisively declined the possible engagement, he was not interested in winning or losing.

It doesn't make much sense to judge the victory or defeat among swordsmen based on the quality of their sword moves and their foundation.

Gusu Huanjian didn't lose heart: "Sir, you are here to cast a sword from a spring of swords?"

As the years passed, there were so many things and people, and it was rare to meet old people from the past, and he didn't intend to disappoint.

Ling Juetou signaled, and then said to Lin Chongyang who was beside him:
"He brought me here in the past, the purpose is to let me see this sword spring, a seemingly ordinary but extraordinary sword, and this spring-like sword saliva.

This spring is excellent water for tempering swords. I used to take part of it back then, but it has already been used up, so now I need to take it again. "

Jiuchi Jianquan has its origin, but whether it is Changri Kunzhen and Ling Jueding back then, or Lin Chongyang and Gusu Huanjian today, they have no intention of pursuing it.

Life is like this sometimes, it's better to be simple.

The sword clan is sensitive to the sword, and the talent on the sword is superb, and then it is not a problem to build a good foundation with this sword spring, not to mention the rapid improvement of cultivation base.

It's a pity that in this miserable world, experience is really very important, and the system of the Tianshan Frontier has already been doomed in the dark.

You know, before the elder Ri Kunzheng went into self-imposed 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 drawbacks of the system.

In the end, the battle with the ghost clan in the past year directly led to its decline.

Even now, no one has plans to rebuild it. This existence, which can be called the foundation, may be buried by yellow sand after countless years, or there may be other encounters.

Lin Chongyang looked at the past and the future, but didn't say much: "Looking at its characteristics, it is very effective in healing sword wounds, and even practicing swordsmanship."

"Would you like a drink first?" Ling Jueding said while taking out the container to store the spring water.

"I don't like drinking, that's all." Lin Chongyang looked back at Gusu Huanjian behind him: "However, I want to take some away."

The answer was: "Whatever you want, there is no one to take care of this place anyway."

In this way, Lin Chongyang transformed 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 is fate, do you have to do a few tricks?"

"Me?" Lin Chongyang put away the wine bag: "Fighting against me will only cut off your way forward, why don't you call out senior, and keep you worry-free in this life."

After passing the test in his heart, Lin Chongyang is much more casual than in the past.

"No matter how you look at it, I'm older, right?" Gusu Huanjian patted the yellow sand twelve bones in his hand, a little unconvinced.

Then, he looked at Ling Jueding again...

It seemed true that among the three people present, he was the only one who looked old.

"When you were young, I hunted and killed ghosts in the West Martial Forest. If you call me senior, you won't suffer."

Now that the ghost prison is pacified, for the people who protected the common people in the past, now that they have met today, Lin Chongyang wants to use the route of returning the sword in Gusu to protect them.

Thinking about the other party's crazy character of talking about swords and complaining about blowing flute, he would not choose to join Confucianism, he simply didn't mention it, just like the two of them in Yiqiu Nian back then.

Some people are not suitable for being restrained, so why should he bother?
This time, it was Gusu Huanjian who became interested: "So, you also have enmity with the ghost clan? Then we are friends."

The inside and outside of the words are almost the same: as long as you kill the ghost clan, we will be half brothers.

As long as he is still in this arena, the four words of love, resentment, love and hatred are destined to be avoided. As for Lin Chongyang's purpose, Ling Jueding who was at the side knew it clearly, so he didn't say anything.

"Resentment? There was once, but it was settled together later."

Except for not killing Fu Zixi, the enmity between Lin Chongyang and Yan Luo Ghost Prison was settled in previous years.

However, because there is no movement through the seal, only a few people know about the changes in the ghost prison.

Obviously, Gusu Huanjian is not among them: "Just kidding, the ghost prison has been sealed for how many years, where are you going to end it?"

"The seal is laid, isn't it just for people to break, just kill it directly."

And the answer he received made him a little unbelievable, but he must pay attention to it:
"It shouldn't be, the seal is broken, he should have a sense..."

The "he" in Gusu Huanjian's mouth is his best friend, Zhangchou Wuqi, one of the three most powerful sword clans.

"There are three layers of seals outside the ghost prison. The innermost layer is the seal of the seven clean and impeccable seals sealed by the senior Buddha; the second layer is the seal of the six precepts of the Shoumaguan Mountain, which is sealed with its own sword embryo; These two seals are intertwined layer by layer, making it difficult for the ghost clan to escape.

The outermost layer was laid by the senior Xuanzun after killing the dragon in the past, with the most precious treasure of the ghost clan, the Wanjia Barren Rock. Its function is also the simplest. , so it is also the easiest to break.

Moreover, it will be a matter of time before the entire set of seals is out of balance, and they will be wiped out, but..."

Although Lin Chongyang hadn't finished speaking, Gusu Huanjian only felt that the more he heard it, the more outrageous it became. According to what the other party said, how could he feel that the ghost prison was about to invade the misery tomorrow.

After careful consideration, he still chose, and interrupted: "If you know so well, you won't really break the seal, will you?"

After all, from his point of view, this matter is of great importance.

"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 grievances of the past."

At the same time as he spoke, Lin Chongyang produced an envelope and handed it to Gusu to return the sword:

"As a person involved in the First World 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 enmity between the two clans.

This is my famous post, you can go and see for yourself, and then decide your future path. "

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Without the enmity between the two clans, Zhang Qiu will not be plotted against in the future, and Gusu Huanjian and others don't have to keep thinking about the sealed Yan Luo Ghost Prison.

What their future will be, Lin Chongyang doesn't know, but it won't be bad if he thinks about it.

After bidding farewell to Gusu Huanjian, he followed Ling Jueding to the last stop, the place where the sword was made.