Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

Chapter 610 Saber?Yes, quite a lot
What kind of swordsmanship of heaven and earth, swordsmanship of the universe, it is very shameful to hear it.

The corner of Jin Ziling's mouth twitched, and he resolutely refused.

But Lin Chongyang retorted: "Nothing, I have absolute confidence in Brother Jin's ability."

"Ha, isn't brother Lin digging a hole for me?" Jin Ziling smiled.

"How is it possible? Lin always treats people with sincerity."

Lin Chongyang's expression was quite serious, and he calmly met Jin Ziling's gaze, dispelling his doubts.

He believed in what his new friends could do, not because he wanted to watch the excitement.

Jin Ziling played with the folding fan, and sighed softly: "If you don't try it, don't try it, instead of spending time creating those unknown sword moves, it's better for me to forge Brother Lin a good sword."

This time, it was Lin Chongyang's turn to be helpless.

Is the only bridge left between the sword maker and the foundry is the sword casting?
After a little consideration, he decided to refuse first:
"To tell you the truth, Brother Jin, I already have enough swords."

"..."

Immediately, the atmosphere at the scene fell into an eerie silence. After a while, Jin Ziling slowly opened the folding fan and said helplessly:

"Why every time I want to forge swords for my friends, various situations will arise. Brother Lin, your words have pierced my heart, it is very painful!"

The first friend focused on casting skills and didn't mention swords for many years; the second friend made him a sword but didn't use it, and hung it at home to eat ashes; the third friend looked at the situation...

It seems that there are already quite a few swords.

In the arena, everyone flocks to a good sword.

How come it's the turn of these few friends, they don't seem to care too much, can it really not be generalized when it comes to the cultivation of people?Swordsmen who have truly stepped out of their own way of the sword don't care much about things?
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 is to cast a sword that is unique and suitable enough for the person involved. Moreover, with his casting technique, if you want to cast a divine weapon, you also need to consider the right time and place. People and.

If a divine weapon is to be born, the key lies not only in the craftsman, nor in the swordsman, but in the dark, it comes from the choice of God's will.

All in all, it's very mysterious, very mysterious.

Hearing this, Lin Chongyang shook his head helplessly, then stood up from his seat, weathered out the Wanhe pine, and patted the head of the piano lightly, only to hear a few crisp sounds.

Immediately, the two sides of the piano body suddenly spread like a peacock, slowly unfolding.

Two swords, one red and one gold, are inserted on the left, and two swords, one black and one silver, are inserted on the right.

At the same time, Jin Ziling also stood up from his seat and walked out. As the Wanhe pines weathered and emerged, he could see that this qin was truly a master's work, and it had been modified so that it was not just a qin. Simple.

As the body of the zither unfolded slowly, he accurately judged that the four swords he saw in front of him were made by three craftsmen with completely different styles and with completely different casting techniques after only seeing each other for the first time.

this amount...

Indeed, as the other party said, there are a lot.

Moreover, the emphases of the four swords are also different.

If it is strictly divided, it should correspond to the essence, energy, spirit, and heart of the human body.

The red sword exuding scorching breath corresponds to Yuanjing, the golden sword exuding cleanliness corresponds to Yuanshen, the seamless silver sword corresponds to Yuanqi, and the last clear single-edged ink sword corresponds to original heart.

Inheriting the Tao with the sword is beyond the reach of others.

The number one sword in the world that day was not an empty name, but a well-deserved one.

Although Jin Ziling's cultivation level is a bit inferior, casting technique is a way of specialization after all, and things that can be hidden from ordinary people may not be able to be hidden from him, a top-notch caster.

Lin Chongyang pointed at Wanhe Songfeng and said, "Brother Jin, please."

After getting permission, Jin Ziling focused all his attention on these swords.

There are several cracks on the two swords on the left.

However, it did not affect the stability of the sword itself, it should have its special meaning, it was left behind by the sword master on purpose, moreover, these two swords have very heavy killing karma.

It is in sharp contrast with the other two swords.

A brand-new genre, single-edged sword, its casting technique should be from the hands of good friend Ling Jueding. It has been cast for some years, far earlier than those unknown genres circulating in the world.

It is said that the creator of the single front came from the Confucian school.

The two sides have communicated, which is normal.

And that silver sword...

Turning his gaze to Nirvana, Jin Ziling narrowed his eyes slightly, analyzing his casting technique.

The mainstream casting technique, no matter which faction it is, is basically based on hammering, using a casting hammer to punch out the sword embryo, and then hammering out the finished product one after another. With one hand, Ziyan Lianyuanji broke away from the casting hammer and embarked on a brand new path.

But he can be sure that the sword he saw in front of him was not forged by casting, but woven by some means like weaving cloth.

"..."

Jin Ziling felt a little helpless in his heart. He originally thought that after looking at other sword weapons, he would forge a high-quality saber for this new friend.

As a result, this time broadened his horizons.

How can this work?

This will not work!

I saw him walking in front of Wanhe Songfeng, looking at the vacant sword stand, he said slowly:
"Isn't there still room in this sword box? Brother Lin and I had a very happy conversation. The matter of casting the sword will serve as a testimony of our acquaintance. I hope Brother Lin will not refuse."

Today, he is going to talk about being a teenager, and fight for his breath!

Seeing him like this, Lin Chongyang didn't refuse anymore: "In that case, I would like to thank Brother Jin."

Lin Chongyang even had some doubts. His friend Jiangnan Chunxin had foreseen this scene when he changed Wanhe Songfeng into a sword box. If every time he met a foundry, he would get an extra sword...

It seems, also 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 subject and continued:

"However, as the saying goes, there is no first in literature, and there is no second in martial arts. If you have a sword, you will naturally have the first sword, but who can become the real number one?

Don't blame me for not reminding you, once you want to be the number one and ascend to the throne, there will be a battle for kings, Brother Lin can prepare in advance, maybe in the future you will have to fight against the number one sword in the world. "

From the beginning of the reincarnation of God's will, due to the different casting techniques, some things are destined to be difficult to avoid.

Lin Chongyang didn't care, but said: "Before that, Lin has a question and wants to ask brother Jin."

"Oh? Let's hear it." Jin Ziling closed the fan.

"The sword bearer is invincible. Is the sword sharp or the man strong?"

Different scenarios, different people, facing the same problem.

"The only thing a swordmaker cares about is the status of the sword. A swordmaker's lifelong wish is to make the sword and the swordmaker complement each other, and then bring out the best of each other. There is nothing else to ask for."

(End of this chapter)