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Volume 1 Chapter 36 Heresy

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    Chapter 36 Heresy

    Just as the two girls were guessing, the old man at the door had already walked into the room leisurely.  Under the light, E Guanbo stroked his long beard and smiled: "Why can't I come here?"

    "This is Zhenzhen; Song Yuhua, the eldest lady of Song Que of the Heavenly Sword." Seeing the old man enter, the sword master didn't even have the intention of getting up to greet him. He tilted his head and pointed to the two girls beside him and introduced him.  Then he said: "This old man is Lu Miaozi."

    "Yuhua has met Senior Lu." After knowing the identity of the old man, Zhenzhen on the other side was not very clear about the situation, but Song Yuhua had a look of surprise.  Lu Miaozi is the most skilled player in the world, a strange person in the world who can see the beginning but not the end of the dragon. Naturally, she has heard about it for a long time.

    "Is Song Que okay?" Lu Miaozi also knew Song Yuhua's identity even if Jianjun didn't introduce him.

    "Thanks to my seniors, my father is doing well."

    "Hey, you said you were seriously injured, why are you running around?" Seeing Lu Miaozi coming to the table and sitting down, Jian Jun suddenly sighed.  He already knew from reading that Lu Miaozi liked to run around.  And it was precisely because of this that the two met.  It's just that Lu Miaozi was seriously injured at the hands of Zhu Yuyan in his early years. He never recovered and suffered a lot. The sword master couldn't bear to see such a kind and funny old man running around suffering from pain.

    "It's because I'm seriously injured that I'm walking around now." Listening to the concern in the young man's words, a warm smile appeared on Lu Miaozi's clumsy face. She raised the small wine bottle in her hand and took a sip.  Then he answered with a smile.

    Seeing Lu Miaozi speaking calmly and casually, Jian Jun felt even more uncomfortable.  This old man obviously knew that his life was about to end, so he took advantage of the fact that he still had time to run around and see more.

    "Okay then." Knowing that the old man's decision could not be changed, he could only shake his head helplessly, "Now that you are here, help me forge this sword. As soon as I had the idea of ??forging a sword, I  I hurt my arm, so unlucky." While complaining, the young man raised his hand and threw the steel ruler at hand.

    "You are so heartless!" Lu Miaozi said dissatisfiedly as she caught the steel ruler and looked at it carefully, "You just said that I was seriously injured, and now you are ordering me around again!"

    "It's precisely because you were seriously injured that I asked you to help me forge a sword!" Ignoring the old man's dissatisfaction at all, the young man who put on his coat laughed and returned the original words.

    "Forget it!" Shaking his hands, Lu Miaozi threw the steel ruler back to the sword master, with a bitter look on his face, "Why did the old man fail to accomplish what he promised you?"

    "Ha, I knew it. If it works, you will ask me for credit before you even get in!" He took the old man's wine bottle and poured himself a glass. The young man looked proud as expected.

    "Hmph!" Lu Miaozi waved his sleeves, "How proud of you, boy! Today you want to forge a sword, but I think you have some other knowledge of swordsmanship. I wonder what it is?"

    Lu Miaozi looked with his eyes, his face was full of expectation, and he was obviously very curious about the sword master having a sword and forging it.  Originally, Sword Master Hongchen's sword moves were rough and crude, but they were magnificent and powerful, complementing the six-foot heavy sword. If he continued to master them carefully, he would surely become a swordsman of a generation.  But now I don't expect that this young man with average qualifications would actually want to forge a new sword. How can I not arouse the strong curiosity of the first scientist of the Tang Dynasty?

    "Look." When Lu Miaozi asked, Sword Lord was not pretentious. He grabbed the steel ruler in his right hand without any gestures. His clothes and hair were no longer moving in the wind. However, Lu Miaozi sensed that the originally youthful Jianjun  But it seemed that he suddenly changed into a different person, calm, quiet and peaceful.  Just when Lu Miaozi's face showed a strange look, a gust of breeze suddenly blew up, and the steel ruler turned into a stream of light and passed by. The sword master seemed to have transformed into a breeze at the same time and lost the slightest sense of existence!

    "That's right! The body turns into nothingness, and the sword flows with light. It must be the best sword intention." Looking at the sword master who brushed three feet away, Lu Miaozi smiled while stroking his beard. He was obviously very satisfied with the sword master's sword, "It's just that  , this sword is very different from your mortal sword, if you practice both, it will be very difficult."

    "It doesn't matter." In front of Lu Miaozi, Jianjun was more relaxed than in front of others.  One night three years ago, the young man who had finished practicing sword practice in the Yellow River walked ashore like a drowned rat and met the old man by chance. The scene is still vivid in his mind.  Although our relationship was short-lived in the past few years, we were full of admiration.

    Seeing the sword master holding the steel ruler upside down with his hands behind his back, and a confident smile on his calm face, Lu Miaozi's surprise became a little more serious.  When I first met this young man, he was dripping wet and looked like a drowned rat.  But the delicate figure of the young man with the big sword in his hand gave people a mixed feeling.

    But now, the young man who has put down his sword and gained new understanding seems to have a drastic change in temperament. Instead of the solemnity between his brows, he has transformed into a gentle and lingering feeling of warm wind.  This cannot help but surprise the old man who has read all the human affairs.

      Lu Miaozi is different from Jianjun.  In this life of wandering around the world, I have seen many strange people and strange things. Although there are martial arts that can change a person's temperament or temperament, they are all complete and irreversible changes.  In decades of experience, he has never heard of a situation where changing a sword or sword technique can change one's temperament.

    Although she felt strange in her heart, Lu Miaozi did not ask after all. She just glanced at the steel ruler behind the young man and asked: "What kind of sword are you going to make?"

    "One inch wide, four feet long, thin and sharp." With the steel ruler in his back, his spine straightened, his head slightly lowered, his eyebrows lowered, the sword master's words were unknowingly related to the figure in his memory.  Similar.  concise.

    "Yes, this kind of sword is suitable!" After hearing the sword master's words, although she was surprised by the change in his tone, Lu Miaozi's attention was already on the sword.

    "By the way, what's the name of your new sword technique? Have you thought about the name of the sword?" Lu Miaozi is a serious person. Since he has made up his mind to help Sword Master make a sword, he has to find out everything.

    "The calmness of pleasure in extreme speed. The sword technique is the Mark of the Wind. The name of the sword is heresy!" The sword master flashed to the couch and sat down.  This time, even he himself felt this wonderful feeling.  His behavior is becoming more and more like that young man in white who is calm and talks little, quiet and serene, the sword master in white who inherits the Wind Mark sword technique and holds the Heretic Sword with a quiet and subtle edge!  In fact, when he said the word "heresy" just now, his inner breath was shaken.  Not an out-of-control shock, but a joyful leap.

    "Heresy?" After hearing the name of the sword, Lu Miaozi was stunned. "It is indeed appropriate to call the sword technique the Mark of the Wind, but why is the name of the sword so weird? This sword can be called the Mark of the Wind."

    "It's called heresy!" Just like the boy in the memory, his actions were like the wind, just like the boy in the memory, he was as concise and concise, and now, he is just like the boy in the memory, as firm and determined, or should I say, stubborn?  Wind Trace is indeed a good name, but in that other virtual world, Wind Trace represents the pinnacle of swordsmanship.  The current self is not worthy of this name.  Although I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse, Jian Jun has begun to like the feeling of playing his idol.

    Looking at the sincere eyes and firm expression of the young man who was looking at him, Lu Miaozi shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Okay, let's call it a heresy. Have you thought about the style of the scabbard?"

    "The sword box! It is five feet long, one and a half feet wide, and one foot high." Since there is a show, it is natural to make a complete set.  The proud red dust sword has a red dust scabbard, and the heretic sword naturally also needs the silver light flowing sword box.

    "Thisthat's all, why do I owe you anything!" Lu Miaozi was speechless. Looking at the young man's firm eyes, he didn't even think of persuading him.  He shook his head and responded, and couldn't help but sigh, "I finally understand why you want to call the sword a heresy. Your idea is so weird!"

    Seeing an old man and a young man talking and joking, Zhenzhen poured tea for everyone with a smile on her pretty face, but Song Yuhua on the side was very dissatisfied: "Why does such a light sword have to have such a big and heavy sword case?  Are you afraid that I will be lighter than Xiao Zhenzhen?" It had been agreed a long time ago that this new sword would be held by this eldest lady. Now that the sword case is bigger, the eldest lady is naturally dissatisfied.

    "When you hold the sword, prepare a white cloth bag to hold the sword case." Ignore the eldest lady's dissatisfaction.  The sword master, who almost wanted to completely imitate the sword master in white, had already begun to wonder whether to change the eldest lady's name to Jian Li, the name of the sword master in white.  But then I thought about it. After all, this eldest lady is very important, so she would not agree to it.  Even if she agreed, her extremely arrogant father would definitely not agree.  So, I had to put this idea aside.

    "Then when will you start making swords?" With Lu Miaozi here, the sword master no longer considers safety issues.  Although Lu Miaozi was no match for the three great masters as well as those of Song Que and Shi Zhixuan's level, he could not compete with the gang leaders and the like.

    "Wait another three days, and the injury on your shoulder will get better. I still need your help in forging the sword." After hearing the sword master's question, Lu Miaozi glanced at the injury on the sword master's shoulder and replied.

    The matter has been discussed.  Everyone dispersed to rest.  However, because the sword master made a sudden move and opened up the two guest rooms, it was inconvenient for the two girls to sleep, so they had to meditate all night.  But Jianjun, who had a backer, didn't care and had a good night's sleep carelessly.
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