Distress: Buddhist Prison Jingxuan

Chapter 16 Yanshan Iron Clan
Passing through the dark passage, and entering the eyes again, it is suddenly clear. Jingxuan looked at the scenery around him that was different from the Buddhist prison, and thought for a while.

In his arms, he took out a letter and followed the address on the envelope to a bank.

In the house, someone was already waiting, seeing Jingxuan stepping into the room...

The leading middle-aged man quickly stood up, facing Jing Xuan, bowed and saluted
"Your Highness, you have finally arrived. I saw you coming late, and thought there was something wrong."

Then he led Jingxuan and walked out into the room.

On the way, he turned his head to Jingxuan, showing a frightened expression and said:

"It's okay, I just think the surrounding environment is quite interesting, so I stopped to appreciate it..."

Jingxuan heard the words, but never cared, unless someone designed himself alone.

Otherwise, relying on what one can do, no one should be able to stop him when he runs away.

"Your Highness, please..."

The middle-aged man led Jingxuan to a room, the room was already full, and there were all kinds of people dressed as common people.

"Your Highness..."

Seeing that Jingxuan had arrived, everyone hurriedly got up, respectfully welcomed him, and came in person.

"Sit down, I never thought of it. I used to say something casually..."

"Only by dissolving in the ordinary can you cover people's eyes and ears and get the most information..."

"I didn't expect you to really melt into the basic necessities of the poor people. It's a surprise..."

"But it's also smart. The sense of existence of a small person is often so thin..."

Jingxuan looked at those in front of him, the owner of the wealth shop, the escort agency, the inn owner, the tailor shop owner, the fortune teller, and the doctor in the hospital.

Slightly nodded, to these people, he would be flexible in his praise.

"What Your Highness said is very true. This is what happened in the martial arts recently, but it's true or not... I don't know..."

The leading man looked at Jingxuan with admiring expression, put a letter on the table, hesitated, but still said it.

"Oh, the information about the Central Plains plus four martial arts, it's interesting, let me have a look..."

Jingxuan borrowed the envelope and raised his eyebrows when he saw the contents on it.

"What's the matter, Your Highness, is there a mistake in the information?"

The boss of Caizhuang looked at Jingxuan who had a different expression, and couldn't help but have doubts, so he said a word.

"It's okay, I never thought that this era is so interesting..."

"Give me the place where this person appeared recently..."

Jingxuan took out a message alone, pointed to the name of the person on it, and asked.

"My lord, this is the monk's message..."

The owner of the bodyguard agency traveled all over the world, with the broadest horizons, and so did the news.

Everyone sitting here has their own division of labor, and the same is true for the review and pursuit of information.

Immediately, I saw him and took out a map, on which were constantly drawn red tracks.

"So that's it, I know, well, you can go on with your lives..."

Jingxuan took over the map, looked at the red track on it, and without looking up, directed to the crowd and gave instructions.

"Yes, Your Highness..."

The people around left this place one after another, leaving only the owner of Caizhuang, who is still here.

"Your Highness, in a difficult situation, you must have money on your body. These are some bank notes, please keep them well..."

The boss took out some banknotes from his pocket, put them on the table, got up and left.

"Ha, it seems that these subordinates of mine are loyal to me..."

Jingxuan looked at the banknotes on the table, the amount was enough, and he had been squandering it by himself for a long time.

But that's all, as an innate person, I have no desire for these things.

If it is a congenital person who is in a difficult situation, it may be possible, but in the Buddha Prison, there is nothing to do, it will be cut off early
Buddha Prison, a country that achieves its goal by abandoning women and children, paranoid.

Fighting, survival, are always eternal topics, enjoying, having fun, I really think too much.

"Now the West Martial Forest is calm, that's all, Yanshan Iron Clan, mysterious monk, where should we go first, um, Yan Clan Iron Mountain..."

With a decision in his mind, Jingxuan stood up and left the place directly.

Go to the location of the Yanshan Iron Clan first, after a period of time, finally came here.

What came into view was a scene of ice and fire soaring into the sky, a never-ending volcano that was spraying heat to the surroundings.

The scorching heat has swept this place, and most people don't even have a chance to step on it, but for ironsmiths, it belongs to the most perfect holy place.

Oncoming is the blacksmith, the sound of steel interlacing, deep and distant.

Regardless of the heat wave, Jingxuan stepped directly into it, and the blacksmith suddenly said,
"Comeer, what do you want?"

"Complement a sword..."

Jingxuan stopped, stared at the blacksmith, and explained aloud

"Where is the sword?"

Hearing this, the blacksmith never stopped his sword-making hand, and kept knocking back and forth.

"Here..."

Jingxuan's face was indifferent, a sword appeared in his hand, and Feili stuck it in front of the blacksmith.

"Hey, good soldier, also divine soldier, this soldier has reached the limit, rare in the world..."

"What to cast, and what are the defects?"

The blacksmith picked up the sword stuck on the ground, and saw that under the sunlight, it intersected with Liuli's sword body, emitting a dazzling light.

The heart of the sword flows like a stream of holy light, giving people a sense of perfection that is either holy or divine.

The more perfect it is, the blacksmith never understands where the sword is missing.

"Inject this thing into this sword..."

Jingxuan handed over a wooden box.

"...This thing is not an ordinary thing..."

"Even if it is cast, the time it takes to cast it is incalculable..."

Suddenly an old man's voice came, and he stepped out, took the sword and observed it.

With a frown between his brows, he pointed out his specific considerations to Jingxuan.

"Big elder!"

The blacksmith quickly got up and left.

"How much time will it take?"

Hearing this, Jingxuan raised his eyebrows, and suddenly lost interest in the Yan Clan.

"Hundreds of years……"

The old man looked at the perfect sword, and then glanced at the materials, all of which were extraordinary.

Perfection plus perfection, that is a weapon that can be called the rare product of the gods. It is hard to find in a lifetime, but I am very unwilling to miss this opportunity.

"Hundreds of years... can..."

Jingxuan thought for a while, and then agreed to the old man's plan. It's worth waiting for hundreds of years, but it's not for his own use anyway.

As for those who are good at forging swords, there are only a few. Those who can forge and move, probably besides the Iron Clan of Yanshan, there is only Chang Yingluo from the hometown of Tianfo.

After all, one can forge dead country materials with a mortal body, and the other is simple, with a strong foundation and a strong foundation, and this is the one who is good at it.

Others, either the Broken Sword Master, or have backhands, or they can't do enough, a lot of pitfalls
"Thank you for giving this old man this extravagant hope. Please forgive me for asking, what is the name of this sword?"

The old man stroked the sword, felt the surging power in it, and couldn't help saying in a deep voice
"The name of the sword competition is named after Manjusri..."

Jingxuan looked at the Manjusri sword in front of him, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he explained

But the second half of the sentence is hidden in the heart, and it is not enough to explain it to outsiders.

"Ha, saving the suffering, the symbol of the Buddha's Taoism..."

Then I remembered something, took out some other materials, and said to the two people in front of me.

"Can you cast these materials into a bow and add some arrows for me?"

"can!"

The old man looked at the material in front of him, felt it, and agreed aloud...

Immediately after seeing the person in front of him, there was nothing there, as if he had no other weapons, he spoke out
"My friend, it seems that you have no substitute weapon. It just so happens that my clan has a weapon..."

"Oh?"

Following the old man's footsteps, Jingxuan went to the depths of Yanshan Mountain, and what caught his eyes was an artifact. The moment he saw it, his brows were furrowed.

"This, a weapon?"

Looking at the weapon like a ball of flames, although it feels sacred and inviolable.

But this weapon is the famous hand-severing artifact in the future, the wheel of time.

"How, my friend, I, the Iron Clan, have been looking for someone suitable for the sword..."

The old man looked at the weapon in front of him very proudly, he had never seen Jing Xuan whose expression changed.

"No, this weapon has nothing to do with me, I can replace it with a weapon..."

Jingxuan heard that, for this artifact, I would like to thank you, a famous weapon.

Immediately, they glanced to one side and glanced at the weapons in their respective furnaces.

Lifting his hand, a red weapon flew out of the stove and landed in his palm, Jingxuan destroyed Neiyuan
Seeing that the sword body was cracked, a burst of light burst out, and the pitch-black shell was scattered.

A long sword was exposed, like a crystal, gaudy.

"My friend has good eyesight. This sword is called the name of amber. I hope you will treat it well..."

The old man caressed his beard and watched his masterpiece being taken away without any distress

"Thanks, please"

Jingxuan picked up the amber, sealed the long sword in the scabbard, and left the place immediately

"What a pity..."

The old man looked at the long sword in the stove, although he was quite satisfied with the young man just now.

But since he is unwilling, he can only find other people and find a way to use the sword.

Jingxuan, who left Yanshan Mountain, looked thoughtful, looked at the map, and went to the monk's location.

(End of this chapter)