After exhausting myself to death

Although Shen Minghuan came here for Dingshanhai, he never thought of secretly taking it away from the beginning to the end.

The fragments of the sword were left in the East China Sea, and the Sword Forging Villa must have put a lot of effort into gathering them together. In addition, the resources of heaven and earth required to recast a sword are no less than refining them.

During this period of time at the Sword Making Villa, people were spying on him all the time. As a monk, Lin Zheng started to lose a lot of hair. The other party was under such great pressure to rebuild Dingshanhai. Would he still be a human if he stole it?

But Shen Minghuan was penniless.

He asked humbly: "How much?"

But when did he owe Zhujian Villa money before? He was obviously very rich before, and he never owed anyone anything!

That's all, it's not difficult to make money anyway, just give it to him.

Lin Qian said proudly: "Dingshanhai is the number one artifact in the God's Domain, and it is also my most proud work in my life. Isn't it too much to accept ten billion spiritual stones from you?"

"Your father didn't give any money when he took Dingshanhai away from me, and I won't cheat you. At that time, Dingshanhai was not as famous as it is now, so just take nine billion spiritual stones, plus the Ninety Thousand Thousand Things Spring billion, a total of 28 billion spiritual stones.”

"I'll give you a small change, and I'll give you a sincere benefit of 30 billion."

Lin Zheng: "..."

His father is a bit too much. Isn't this really bullying the children while Shen Minghuan is away?

Lin Yaochuan: "..."

The entire God's Domain didn't know if there were 30 billion spiritual stones. Grandfather really didn't like Shen Minghuan.

Luo Jinghong, who originally planned to pay for Shen Minghuan: "..."

I'm sorry, brother, she couldn't even afford the 30 billion yuan she robbed Mo Jingchun.

Shen Minghuan was stunned, and he suddenly became furious: "Are you trying to raise the price? Why is it so expensive!"

"I am the swordsmith, and I have the final say." Lin Qian snorted: "If you can't afford it, give me the sword back."

Shen Minghuan looked at it and rubbed his sword flatteringly, thinking calmly that it was okay not to.

The system is pitiful: [Host. ]

Shen Minghuan sighed helplessly: "I don't have any money, so it seems I can only grab it."

Lin Zheng's expression was distorted for a moment. He thought he was Shen Minghuan's son, and his words were a bit domineering. But, dear nephew, that’s all your father said, how can you get the confidence to practice qi?

Lin Yaochuan also paused, then carefully slipped to Jiang Yunqi's side, and whispered in his ear: "Brother Shen can't bear this blow, is there something... um, not normal in his head?"

Lin Gan rolled his eyes, "Okay, I'll wait for you to grab it, but you still have to pay back the 20 billion your father owes."

"Don't go too far!" Shen Minghuan said angrily: "You begged me to accept Dingshanhai and Wanwuchun, why do you still need to charge money?"

After saying that, he suddenly felt that he had found a handle. Shen Minghuan picked up the sword and handed it out: "Yes, now it's your turn to owe me 20 billion, otherwise I will throw Dingshanhai back to you."

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So love disappears right? QAQ

You begged me to accept it...

The meaning of this sentence was somewhat rich. Lin Zheng's expression became more and more distorted. He did not dare to think about it carefully.

"What do you mean? You, you, you," Lin Qian's fingers were trembling, and he could hardly breathe. His voice became high-pitched due to surprise, "Are you Shen Minghuan?"

That bastard Shen Minghuan? The one who harmed Shen Minghuan? That Shen Minghuan who didn't deserve to die? !

Lin Gan closed his eyes and fainted.

"Father?" Lin Zheng hurriedly went to help him, and heard two "dong dong" sounds from behind him. He turned around and found that Jiang Yunqi and Lin Yaochuan had also fainted on the ground.

Lin Zheng: "..."

He shouted to the guard outside the door: "Go and ask Doctor Mu to come over."

Help, he feels dizzy too.

Shen Minghuan: "..."

He looked at Lin Zheng, the only one still standing opposite, and pointed at himself in disbelief: "Am I so scary?"

Luo Jinghong smiled politely: "Brother, it's because they can't bear it."

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Mu Yi's job is very leisurely - that's how it should be.

Monks don't often get sick. Most of the people in Sword Making Villa are weapon refiners. They don't like to fight and kill, so they rarely get injured. In the past, he didn't necessarily receive a single patient in a month. God knows what happened to Sword Making Villa after a hundred years. The situation is that he has just come back not long ago, and it is already his second visit.

Mu Yi did not expect to receive three patients at once this time. He gave each of them a few injections and asked in confusion: "Their cultivation levels are not low, how come they have such great mood swings, are so angry that they even faint? "

A catastrophe is coming? Or is Zhujian Villa going to perish?

Lin Zheng looked in Shen Minghuan's direction in awe, not daring to speak.

Mu Yi followed Lin Zheng's gaze and looked at Shen Minghuan. Shen Minghuan waved innocently: "It's none of my business. I didn't do anything."

Mu Yi nodded in agreement: "It certainly has nothing to do with you, your cultivation is too weak."

Lin Zheng was about to speak but stopped.

Lin Qianyouyou, who happened to have been given an injection, woke up at this moment. He sat up suddenly when he was barely conscious and said, "Shen Minghuan, are you still alive?"

Mu Yi was stunned, "Are you Shen Minghuan?"

His figure suddenly swayed.

Lin Zheng hurriedly stepped forward to help him: "Hold on, Mu Lao, you must not faint!"

Lin Gan cursed repeatedly: "Why don't you come back if you are still alive? Do you know how long Xiaoshanhai has been waiting for you? And Xiaowanwu, damn it, you threw it with a sword in the snowy field where there is nothing, how can you bear it? !”

Shen Minghuan felt guilty, so he quickly poured a cup of tea and said diligently: "Calm down your anger, calm down your anger."

Shen Minghuan has never failed anyone in his life, but he feels guilty for his sword.

Lin Qian's scolding paused, and he looked Shen Minghuan up and down, "Your temper has changed a lot."

"Everyone says so." Shen Ming said with a smile.

"Everyone? Who else?"

Shen Minghuan glanced at Luo Jinghong.

Luo Jinghong smiled sweetly, removed the spiritual power that concealed his appearance, and bowed: "Luo Jinghong, I have met Senior Lin."

Jiang Yunqi and Lin Yaochuan, who had just woken up, fainted again with two "dong dong" sounds.

Lin Zheng swallowed his saliva, his vision went dark, and he felt Mu Yi, who was supporting him, shake again. He sat up in shock in his dying illness: "No, Mu Lao, you can't faint!"

Lin Qian stood up by himself: "Since you planned to hide your identity, why did you suddenly tell me?"

Shen Minghuan sighed, "Because I feel that if I don't say anything, I probably won't be able to take Xiaojiu away from you."

Moreover, he wanted to take away the most important achievement for a swordsmith with his bare hands and refused to reveal his true identity, which was indeed a bit excessive.

"Xiaojiu?"

"Its name." Shen Minghuan pointed to the designated mountain and sea.

Lin Qian snorted coldly and said in disgust: "What name did you choose? It's ugly."

"It's unjust." Shen Minghuan cried out, "It took this on its own."

Lin Qian looked at Ding Shanhai, who was nodding his head in Shen Minghuan's hands, and simply turned his face away, not seeing the calmness in his heart.

The birth of Dingshanhai and the Spring of All Things was indispensable for the right time, place, and people. Not even Lin Qian could forge a second sword like this in the world. Shan saw Lin Qian step into the Mahayana after refining this furnace, and he knew how much a refiner who was passionate about refining loved these two works.

Unlike alchemists, talisman masters, and formation masters, weapon refiners treat every work as their own child.

The mother does not think the son is ugly. In Lin Qian's eyes, these two swords are very good, but people at the time did not think so. Dingshanhai is nothing more than a sword, but Wanwuchun has no sharpness at all. It has no use except to increase the weight in the hand.

Lin Qian refused to accept it and wanted to make these two swords famous.

The fame of every sword in the world begins with the sword master. Lin Qian was confident of becoming the best swordsmith, but he could not become the best swordsman. He was determined to find the best sword master in the world for these two swords.

The requirements are not high, at least they must have high cultivation, outstanding talent, integrity and kindness, and they must love and care for swords. It is best to be good-looking, otherwise they will not be worthy of such a good-looking sword.

He searched for such a simple condition for a long time, but only one Shen Minghuan barely met it.

It is true that Shen Minghuan said that Lin Qian begged him to accept Dingshanhai.

At that time, the battle between good and evil had come to an end, and Shen Minghuan started running around in the God's Realm. Lin Qian had to spend a lot of effort to find him, and said a lot of good things, so that the particularly picky young man agreed to come to make a sword. Villa.

The sword Lin Qian originally wanted to give him was Dingshanhai. The young man was energetic and sharp, which was a perfect match for Dingshanhai.

As a result, Shen Minghuan fell in love with Wanwuchun.

Wanwuchun also fell in love with Shen Minghuan.

The sword and the sword master fell in love with each other and signed a contract on the spot. It was originally a beautiful thing, but Ding Shanhai also fell in love with Shen Minghuan.

Lin Gan: "..."

He only planned to give this man one sword, not both!

But Ding Shanhai was so overbearing that no one looked down on him except Shen Minghuan. Lin Qian really couldn't find a second sword master who could compare with this man, so he had no choice but to pinch his nose and send them away.

Shen Minghuan was not happy at that time. He stroked Wanwuchun with affection on his face and said plausibly: "A swordsman can only love one sword in his life!"

Later, Lin Qian forced Dingshanhai into his hands, and he immediately began to struggle: "Actually, it's not impossible to love two swords."

Lin Qian's hands were itching to see how he behaved even though he got a bargain.

"Do these two swords have names?" the boy in white asked.

Originally there wasn't one, but at that time Lin Qian suddenly thought of the name, "Yes."

"Already aware of the vastness of the universe, I still pity the green grass and trees."

"These two swords, one is for the mountains and the sea, and the other is for the spring of all things."

"The sword master has the world in his heart, and he has set the mountains and seas as a gift to you. I hope it can help you protect the vast rivers and mountains here."

"The beautiful rivers and mountains, the spring of all things are given to you. May the sword master live up to the spring, and the spring will live up to you."

Shen Minghuan took back the storage ring of Wanwuchun and put Dingshanhai on his waist, "I like it very much."

He smiled, with a chivalrous smile and a soft heart.

He said: "I thought of two sword techniques that are very suitable for them, so let's name them after them."

Later, the names of "Dingshanhai" and "Spring of All Things" resounded throughout the divine realm.

At that time, Lin Qian was still very satisfied with his vision, until Shen Minghuan decided to use all things to spring to calm the snowy field.

Lin Gan: "..."

To be fair, he knew that Wanwuchun was a good fit and that this decision was the right one, but he still wanted to yell - Shen Minghuan, you bastard!

Then the news of Shen Minghuan's death came, and the Dingshanhai sword broke into pieces and fell into the deep sea.

In the memory, the sword master in bright clothes and angry horses and his two beloved swords eventually became an empty dream, leaving behind only a useless legend.

Lin Qian didn't know where his anger came from, but he really wanted to scold Shen Minghuan, so he remembered him for a hundred years and scolded him for a hundred years, so that Lin Zheng thought he hated Shen Minghuan.

Where can I hate it?

That was the young swordsman he had been looking for for a long time and was most satisfied with.