When Wen Sheng put away his sword domain, he could no longer see Lin Qianjun. Only several ministers looked at him nervously from afar.

"Congratulations to Your Majesty for his great improvement in his cultivation!"

"Congratulations to your Majesty!"

"Congratulations to Your Majesty..."

Countless people bowed and held courtesy to Wen Sheng.

If it were normal, Wen Sheng would be very happy, but now he is no longer in a bad mood.

He had seen the wider world, and to him, nothing here was no longer attractive.

What he yearned for at this time was the peak of swordsmanship that could not see the end.

However, before pursuing that peak, he still needs to handle the things in his hands.

....

Time flies, and the sun and the moon pass by.

Time passes so hard that it is always so untouchable. Before we know it, another fifty years have passed.

At this time, the world is completely healthy.

The emperor, who is known as the No. 1 in the world, hasn't taken action for a long time. Even just the swordsmen in the Sword Pavilion are enough to shock the little ones.

There are no more sects in the world today.

Some of them are just various "sword academies" recognized by the imperial court.

Those who have studied in the Sword Academy can obtain the swordsman certificate they issued.

With a certificate, you can serve in various places according to the level of the certificate, or directly join the court and become a member of the Jiange.

The court also released a list of swordsmen.

This list is updated in real time and is re-arranged every year.

Now that swordsmen meet each other, they report their rankings as soon as possible.

When you hear that the other party has a higher ranking or admire him, you will come forward to make friends.

If you are not convinced, you will meet the closest sword test bench in the local area and try it out.

In fifty years, Lin Qianjun also took Meng Jiao to travel around most of the world, and then returned to Kuoshan Village.

Now Qi Dong has also lost his qi and blood, and is no longer as vigorous as he was when he was young, and Shen Cui passed away five years ago.

Qi Yun came back to organize the funeral and quickly returned to Zhujian Villa.

Zhujian Villa is now considered a place for the imperial court to cast troops, and internal affairs are busy. As the deputy owner of Zhujian Villa, he often has no choice but to do so.

Thirty years have passed.

Qi Yun took over Zhujian Villa and officially became the owner of the villa. Qi Dong also passed away at this time because of his great joy.

After attending Qi Dong's funeral, Lin Qianjun also chose to leave Kuangshan Village with Meng Jiao.

The two arrived in Shuangjiang City and opened a small shop for customized swords.

In Shuangjiang City, there are many such shops, and almost all the disciples of Zhujian Villa are organizing them.

Compared with Lin Qianjun and others’ unknown shop, of course, Zhujian Villa is more famous.

So they basically have no business.

However, Lin Qianjun was also happy to be idle. He taught Meng Jiao to practice swords and practice martial arts whenever she had time. Although her talent was not particularly good, Lin Qianjun used his sword power to cut off her hair and marrow and strengthened her roots and bones and cultivation, and barely cultivated her to the peak of the Sword Sect.

This state can have a thousand years of life, and her original anxiety will naturally disappear.

Time passes, and time comes three hundred years after the founding of Greater Vancouver.

A special guest was welcomed in an old sword-making hall in Shuangjiang City.

It was a young man in a black robe. After he arrived, he whispered: "Is the shopkeeper here? I want to make a sword!"

When Lin Qianjun heard the sound, he walked out of the inner room. When he saw the young man, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Do you dare to ask the guest what sword to cast?"
Chapter completed!