Sword Dao Alchemy

Jianmei Pavilion is a pavilion with only three floors by Xuanling Lake in Fengming City.

It is indeed a good place, with water on one side and rows of luxurious mansions on the other.

When Lin Yun and Shanda came here, there was no one guarding the door of the pavilion, so they could go in at will.

Entering inside, you can see the flowing springs and strange stones scattered at random, and the swords with cold light are either inserted on the blue stones or hidden in the flowing water, as if they are silently watching the people who come here.

Strange stones, flowing springs and famous swords.

Build a dream world.

There were also people hanging around in twos and threes. It wasn't too lively, but it wasn't deserted either.

People looked eagerly at those famous swords one by one, hoping to get the favor of that sword and get the chance to be summoned by the master of Jianmei Pavilion.

But it was just a look, no one touched those famous swords with their hands.

Because the person who took the sword by force was seriously injured by the sword, but he was asking for trouble.

"The swords here are all spiritual and will choose their master." Shanda said to Lin Yun.

"I don't think swords are spiritual." Lin Yun chuckled: "If a cold sword knows who is good and who is bad, then it won't be able to kill people."

"What the young master said is what enlightened me!" Shanda realized something, and said: "The sword is driven after all."

"If he can distinguish between good and foolish people, he will naturally be able to distinguish between good and evil, and there will be many fewer injustices in the world."

"But often, many killings have the shadow of swords in them. Even if they have spirits, they cannot control the murderous hands of their masters."

When Lin Yun heard what Sheng said, he nodded frequently and said, "Mr. Sheng is right! The sword is just a tool."

"So, no matter how precious the swords here are, and no matter how arrogant they are, I'm afraid they will eventually succumb to others!"

Shanda was shocked when he heard this and asked: "Master, what do you mean, if you want to get the swords here, you have to make them surrender?"

"Exactly!" Lin Yun nodded.

"Sir, what did they succumb to? Is it power?" Shanda asked.

"Some forces can indeed make them surrender, but most of them can only forcefully control them and cannot really make them surrender." Lin Yundao.

"So, if you want to make them surrender, you should make them surrender from their inherent sword heart."

"These swords also have sword hearts?" Shanda was even more surprised. In his knowledge, only the legendary swords had sword hearts.

Ordinary swords, even imperial swords, may not be able to feel the existence of the sword's heart.

"Yes, no matter how bad the sword is, from the day it was forged, they have a sword heart, which is an indomitable spirit and a backbone that would rather break than bend. However, people cannot feel it from the coldness of them. That's all." Lin Yundao.

"Ha! What you said is so good! Let me understand that not only the swords in this world are like this, but also the people in this world. They all have an unyielding heart to practice. It's just because more people have never He didn’t really think highly of himself, so he hid his sword heart. In the end, he just faded away from everyone.”

Shanda said, his eyes flashing with light, and he felt that the realm he was trapped in the Wuxuan realm was actually loosening.

He was a little dazed for a moment.

If he had met Lin Yun ten years ago and discussed things with him, he might have become King Wu long ago.

However, it's not too late.

He murmured in his heart, with a happy smile on his face.

At this moment, a handsomely dressed guy turned around and bumped into him.

"Old guy! You're blind, why are you touching me?"

The guy yelled and cursed angrily, because what Shanda showed at this time was only at the level of the martial spirit realm.

Therefore, he believed that he was also in the Martial Spirit Realm and had followers of the Martial Xuan Realm around him, so he was very arrogant.

Otherwise, if Shanda showed his true strength, he wouldn't dare to let out a fart.

Although Shanda was hit by someone, his heart was as clear as a mirror at this moment, so how could he care about it.

He said with a busy smile: "Master! I'm sorry..."

"I'm sorry?" The guy looked shocked, as if he hadn't heard the word "sorry" for a long time, and roared: "You're just sorry and that's it?"

"Tell you what! I hate the words "sorry" the most. Kneel down and kowtow to apologize immediately, otherwise, don't even think about leaving home today."

"Kowtow?" Shanda was stunned, not expecting this guy to make such an unreasonable request.

However, he wanted to keep a low profile, because this was in Fengming City, and if he caused too many troubles, it might not end well.

But Lin Yun didn't think so. He stepped forward and slapped the guy twice on the face.

The guy's face suddenly swelled up and he screamed: "Ah! If you dare to hit me... go to me... beat him to death..."

The Wu Xuan realm attendant beside him had already stepped forward and reached out to grab Lin Yun.

Shanda was not willing to tolerate it anymore. No matter how big the trouble was, Lin Yun would never suffer. This was his principle.

With his hand moving like lightning, Shanda grabbed the hand of the Wu Xuan Realm follower. With a slight exertion and a push, the Wu Xuan Realm attendant grimaced in pain and stepped back.

At this moment, another young man rushed over, blocked the middle, and whispered to stop: "Cousin! Don't do anything. If you anger the pavilion master, you can't live without it."

The screaming young man in brocade suddenly felt humiliated and said loudly: "Is it true that I am the prince of Beiyuan County?"

The young man who claimed to be his cousin hurried forward and covered his mouth, whispering: "Cousin! Not to mention that you are a prince, you can't be a prince."

The prince of Beiyuan was stunned, and then he understood that if he could open a Jianmei Pavilion in such a place and sell such precious swords, who could survive without a background?

So he immediately calmed down, pulled his cousin's hand down, raised his proud face with red finger marks, lowered his voice and laughed at Lin Yun: "Poor, you two came to Jianmei Pavilion, which is an insult to Jianmei Pavilion."

"Master, I will not bother with you for now, I am going to find the sword I like."

"When I find the right sword, one day, I will cut off your head with my sword."

"Bah!" Lin Yun spitted at the guy again without courtesy, and sneered: "With a pig like you, which sword here will recognize you?"

"Boy! You dare to look down on me." The prince of Beiyuan County was angry, but he didn't dare to curse as loudly as Lin Yun, and cursed softly: "Master, what do you want me to do if I get the sword I like?"

"I'll slap you a few more times." Lin Yun said viciously, and the guy trembled and jumped back another step.

Then, he realized that he couldn't fight here, so he stepped forward and said, "Boy! Let's make a bet!"

"You want to bet with me?" Lin Yun sneered and said, "What right do you have to bet with me? Is it because of your trashy identity as the prince of a county?"

Faced with Lin Yun's aggressiveness, the prince of Beiyuan wanted to get angry, but he didn't dare to speak loudly like Lin Yun, so he could only lower his voice and said like begging, "I don't have any right either. The conditions are very simple. No matter who loses, just get out of here."

"Deal!" Lin Yun was very satisfied with this condition.

Betting on other things may eventually turn into trouble, so the simpler the bet, the better. He didn't expect to make a fortune from this trash thing.

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