Inside the sword-making villa.

Zhuang Tong took off the bullet from Chuanxin Feiniao's leg, opened it and found that it was news from a rudder in Shuangjiang City.

The information is very short, and in one sentence, it is just a sentence, that is, they have found a suitable apprentice of the sword-casting master for themselves.

Seeing this news, Zhuang Tong's expression was full of disbelief.

Why are so many people with the talent of a sword-casting master?

That's not an ordinary sword-casting craftsman, he searches for a lot of them.

Only those who truly can feel the spiritual charm of the sword itself can become sword-casting masters.

In Zhuang Tong's opinion, Meng Jiao and the others probably found a young man with a certain level of sword casting, which would definitely not match his needs.

But he didn't have any hope for this matter, and now he has nothing to do, so it's not a good idea to go and take a look.

With a thought, Zhuang Tong's sword power was instilled in his feet. He pointed his toes lightly, and his body shot out like a sword, flying directly towards Shuangjiang City.

In less than a stick of incense, Zhuang Tong had already arrived in Shuangjiang City.

He landed on the ground and appeared directly outside the rudder where Meng Jiao was.

Someone was waiting at the door, and after seeing Zhuang Tong, someone immediately went to inform Meng Jiao.

Soon, Meng Jiao led Lin Qianjun out. As soon as she saw Zhuang Tong, she politely said, "Master Zhuang, you are here."

Zhuang Tong nodded, looked at Lin Qianjun and asked, "Is it him?"

"It's this Lin Qianjun, brother Lin! His sword-making skills were taught by his mentor. His mentor had left three years ago. Now he just came out..."

Meng Jiao opened her mouth and told all the details she found from Lin Qianjun.

Zhuang Tong refused to comment on this, and he asked, "Where is the sword embryo?"

Meng Jiao looked at an outer disciple beside her, and immediately handed the sword embryo wrapped in cloth with both hands.

Zhuang Tong took the sword embryo and pulled off the cloth, and found that he had a sword sheath.

He was amused that a mere sword embryo without a sword spirit was so cherished and treated...

Thinking of this, he also took off the scabbard at the same time.

In just a moment, Zhuang Tong's expression froze slightly.

He put away the slightest disbelief in his heart and began to carefully look at the sword embryo in his hand, and at the same time he used his own sword power to repeatedly investigate the sword.

After a while, he let out a long breath and looked at Lin Qianjun with surprise.

He admitted that he had misunderstood.

Although this sword embryo does not have a sword spirit, its casting skills have reached the peak.

He can accurately control the characteristics of various materials and shape it into a sword embryo that is not inferior to black iron in proportion. Even he may not be able to do it easily.

You know, this is not Zhujian Villa, and there is no natural earth vein fire available.

With this skill, he is already considered top-notch among the sword-casting craftsmen. Even sword-casting masters need to give in to him.

However, what is really important for a sword-casting master is to be able to perceive the spirit of the sword and cultivate it into a sword spirit.

If you can't do this, you will be just an ordinary thing after all, and it is hard to call a magic weapon.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Tong suppressed the excitement in his heart and said to Lin Qianjun: "Lin Qianjun, come here."

Lin Qianjun looked at Zhuang Tong and was a little curious about the old man with a LV40 red font on his head and a long white hair and beard.

For some reason, he always felt that this old man had some special swordsmanship.

Thinking of this, Lin Qianjun also stepped in front of Zhuang Tong.

"Come on, try it and feel the spirit of this sword embryo." Zhuang Tong said, then handed the sword embryo in his hand to Lin Qianjun. Perhaps because he was afraid that Lin Qianjun would not understand, he added: "Try to sense with your heart."

Lin Qianjun held the sword embryo in his hand and easily sensed a little spirituality that appeared in the sword embryo at some point.

He seemed to have some realization in his heart. It seemed that when he changed hands just now, the sword embryo was engraved by Zhuang Tong.

Although it is still very shallow, with this little spirituality, the quality of the sword has changed from primary cyan to intermediate cyan.

It can be seen how big the gap is between spiritual and non-spiritual.

At this time, Zhuang Tong looked at Lin Qianjun and asked nervously, "Did you feel it?"

Hearing the sound, Meng Jiao next to her and the outer disciple who handed the sword looked over curiously.

The sword power in Lin Qianjun poured into the sword embryo in his hand. The next moment, a faint white spiritual light burst out. As the sword embryo trembled, the newly born touch of spirituality was responding positively to Lin Qianjun.

With the three top sword art talents in it, Lin Qianjun's sword art affinity is ridiculously high.

Even a sword without a sword spirit can be driven by Lin Qianjun with the blessing of these three sword talents, let alone it has a little spirituality.

Seeing this scene, Zhuang Tong's face showed surprise.

"Hahahaha... OK, OK, OK!"

The three good words in succession proved how happy he was at this time.

It is difficult to get a sword-casting master because there are too few people with sword-casting talent. Even if they have sword-casting talent, they still need a lot of time to polish their skills.

When you truly achieve something, most of you are already gray-haired.

Zhuang Tong's cultivation level has reached the peak of the great sword master. He is now 150 years old and has less than fifty years of life. At this time, he has found a inheritor like Lin Qianjun who has reached the pinnacle of sword making skills and has the talent for sword making. He was unhappy.

"Lin Qianjun, my old name is Zhuang Tong, and he is the sword-making master of the sword-making villa." Zhuang Tong looked at Lin Qianjun and introduced himself, and then said, "You are willing to worship me as your teacher. I can give you the skills of making swords throughout your life, so that you can keep your fame and fortune in this life."

Hearing the sound, Lin Qianjun shook his head directly and said, "Senior, my teacher is still there, I'm sorry I can't become a disciple."

If Lin Qianjun is in the other planes, he will be worshipped. In this plane, his true master is still there!!

If Xu Ziyun changed to other people's disciples, he would probably not have cut a sword directly from the only sword world and destroyed his small trumpet.

Meng Jiao was startled and quickly persuaded her: "Brother Lin, don't say stupid things, Master Zhuang Tong is one of the few sword-making masters in the world..."

"It's enough. If you don't want to become a disciple, don't become a disciple!" Zhuang Tong interrupted Meng Jiao and said to Lin Qianjun: "I only have a single name, and I don't value it as much as the secular people. You can be my student for the time being. I will teach you skills. You can just call me a teacher. How about that?"

Being able to make such a regression shows how rare the talent of the sword-casting master is, and how satisfied Zhuang Tong is with Lin Qianjun.

Lin Qianjun did not get more aggression. He politely said to Zhuang Tong: "I have met the teacher."

"Pack up your things and follow me to Zhujian Villa." Zhuang Tong nodded.

Lin Qianjun had nothing to clean up, so he said, "Students have no things in their bodies, no worries, no need to clean up."

Zhuang Tongzan said: "A sword-making method, even if you have some talent, it is difficult to achieve without decades of immersion. You are just right, and you can endure loneliness without any ties."

As he said that, he planned to take Lin Qianjun away.

And at this moment, Meng Jiao said, "Let's go."

Lin Qianjun and Zhuang Tong looked at Meng Jiao, but saw her handing over a package.

"Brother Lin, you have gone to Zhujian Villa this time. I'm afraid it will be difficult to come to Shuangjiang City again in a short time. Here are some things I have prepared for you. I hope you can use them then." Meng Jiao looked at Lin Qianjun sincerely and said.

Lin Qianjun knew that this was Meng Jiao's investment, and he didn't know what was inside.

He took it over and said, "Then thank you Deacon Meng."

"It's too disgusting to call the deacon." Seeing Lin Qianjun take the package, Meng Jiao smiled and said, "Brother Lin and you will fall into the same state at first sight. If you don't dislike me, just call me Sister Meng."

"Sister Meng, goodbye!" Lin Qianjun bowed and said goodbye.

"Goodbye!" Meng Jiao also waved goodbye.

Zhuang Tong nodded slightly to Meng Jiao, his sword power was activated, and he grabbed Lin Qianjun and flew towards Zhujian Villa.

Du Liu Meng Jiao is still waving to Lin Qianjun who is leaving.

She knew that her talent was limited, and now she was nearly thirty years old, but she was still in the early stage of a swordsman. After that, her own energy and spirit declined. If she wanted to break through to the level of a great swordsman, she didn't know when she would go.

So, her only hope now is to invest in these geniuses and put their hopes on them.

Born in troubled times, she is a woman again. If she wants to seize her own destiny, she must seize all opportunities to climb up.

Because of this, she looked at the direction of Lin Qianjun's departure, and she felt a little bit of sorrow and expectation, and was moved by three points of emotion.

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On the other side.

Lin Qianjun was grabbed by Zhuang Tong and flew all the way to Zhujian Villa, and slowly fell down.

He looked at Lin Qianjun carefully and found that his expression had not changed much, and he couldn't help but feel more satisfied with Lin Qianjun.

A calm mind is also a characteristic that is needed to become a good swordsman.

Zhuang Tong looked at Lin Qianjun and said, "Come with me, the guards in Zhujian Villa are tightly guarded and there are many experts. Remember the way I took you, otherwise you will break into some secrets, even if you can live for my sake, you will have to peel off the skin."

While talking, Zhuang Tong also headed towards the insider of Zhujian Villa.

Lin Qianjun walked behind Zhuang Tong while looking at the surrounding situation.

The sword-Casting Villa covers a vast area and almost empty the entire mountain and has fortifications around it. From time to time, you can see disciples holding swords coming and going.

Without counting it, Lin Qianjun had already seen hundreds of on-duty disciples from the Sword Casting Villa.

The more he looked at it, the more he felt that Zhujian Villa seemed to be planning to station troops in war.

However, the Divine Sword Dynasty is now shaking, with rebellious beings everywhere. It is not unreasonable to say that it is intended to deal with possible accidents.

If one day Shuangjiang City is destroyed, the residents in the city can move to Zhujian Villa together and can also stay there for a while.

Lin Qianjun was thinking that Zhuang Tong also brought him into an empty yard.
Chapter completed!