The God and Buddha are actually me

In the vast East China Sea, a small boat drifted downstream.

There were two strange people on the boat, one was a middle-aged man with a big belly, unshaven beard, unkempt, wearing a long robe with wide sleeves, loose and very casual.

He was lying on the boat and snoring, full of alcohol.

In the corner of the boat, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl was sitting upright, with bright eyes and white teeth, sword eyebrows and star eyes, and a cold temperament. She was carrying a large sword box on her back and practicing cross-legged.

After an unknown period of time, there was a sudden thunder in the sky, the wind was howling, and the clouds were dense, as if a storm was coming.

But the strange thing was that no matter how turbulent the sea was, this small boat was safe and motionless.

Crash!

A huge wave came, several feet high, and hit the small boat.

The middle-aged man was snoring, but a sword energy came out of his mouth, instantly shattering the huge wave and turning it into nothing.

He was in a deep sleep, reeking of alcohol, but the surrounding seawater was inexplicably calm, forming a sharp contrast with the roaring waves in the distance.

It was like two different worlds.

In the dark clouds, a white dragon flew by, more than a hundred feet long, with jade-like scales and glowing fluorescent light, especially the pair of glass-colored pupils, which looked at the girl from top to bottom.

The storm became quiet in an instant.

The white dragon did not stop and continued to fly in a certain direction, but for some reason, it suddenly looked behind it, as if it heard some sound.

A trace of struggle and hesitation flashed in the dragon's eyes, but it finally flew away.

"What a handsome dragon!"

On the flat boat, the middle-aged man with a scruffy beard sat up at some point, looking at the white dragon that was going away with some turbid eyes, as if he was a little strange.

"This white dragon seems unusual, interesting."

The girl frowned when she heard this and said, "Brother, Master ordered us to go down the mountain to catch monsters. You can't make mistakes like last time!"

"I know, I know, I'm not stupid, this white dragon is very powerful, I can't beat it, and our meat is not enough for it to fill its teeth."

The girl shook her head and said, "I think this white dragon is kind-hearted. He just helped us calm the storm."

"By the way, brother, look at the direction she flew, could it be..."

The middle-aged man shook his head quickly and said, "Don't say it, that place is ominous, it's unlucky to hear it, okay, I finally woke up once, is there anything to eat?"

The girl took a step back calmly and said lightly, "There is not much rations left. It will take us a few days to get to Yangzhou. We have to save some food!"

The middle-aged man glanced at her and his eyes rolled around, as if he was thinking about how to trick the "rations" out.

However, the girl seemed to have seen through his heart in advance, and her sword eyes condensed and looked at him coldly.

Although she didn't say anything, the middle-aged man sighed helplessly, and continued to lie down, touching his big belly, reciting a mess of doggerel.

"Everyone says that sword immortals are good, but who knows that sword immortals can't eat enough."

"I'm hungry for one meal and the next, and my stomach is going to be flat..."

He cried and screamed, but the girl was not moved at all. She even took out a sword secret book quietly, read it with full concentration, and kept gesturing in the air with her fingers like swords.

As the slender sword fingers moved, the sound of the sword in the sword box continued to ring, like a dragon's roar.

...

Three days later.

The sword energy above the Shen Mansion has the momentum of covering the sky and the sun, and it has accumulated to the extreme. No flying bird dares to fly over the Shen Mansion, otherwise it will turn into meat paste in an instant.

Even when it rains, there is no rain falling over the Shen Mansion, because the dark clouds will be pierced by the sword energy, making this mansion seem incompatible with the surrounding world.

Xuelu

Zhang Jiuyang stroked a light golden dagger. The dagger looked like dragon scales. It was streamlined and thin as a cicada's wing. There were red lines on the light golden blade, like blood.

The dagger was very sharp. Zhang Jiuyang tried it, but even his immortal golden body couldn't stand it. Moreover, the dagger had a strong evil spirit. If you were injured by it, the evil spirit would enter your body and cause bleeding.

Even Zhang Jiuyang himself spent a lot of time to refine the evil spirit after being cut by the dagger, and then he stopped the bleeding.

You can see its power.

"I'll call you Dragon Scale from now on."

Zhang Jiuyang couldn't put this small and exquisite dagger down, and named it Dragon Scale.

Hearing this name, the Dragon Scale Dagger seemed very satisfied. It trembled slightly, and it was a bit like a dragon's roar. The red lines on the blade flowed automatically, just like the blood vessels of a monster.

"Master Nie, your craftsmanship is truly unique in the world!"

Zhang Jiuyang was full of praise, and carefully sheathed the dragon scale dagger, then put it in his arms and kept it close to his body.

Another good treasure, which may play an unexpected role at a critical moment.

And it can also be used as a flying knife.

"What is this? Compared with your sword that kills ghosts, it is just a small toy!"

Nie Longquan stroked his beard and smiled, with great pride in his eyes.

"The piece of meteorite iron that I found this time when I went out to sea is really extraordinary. I don't know how many years it has absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon, and the spiritual energy is extremely abundant. Just some scraps have such power. I really don't know what the sword that kills ghosts with the core meteorite iron will look like..."

He was also full of expectations in his words.

For a weapon refiner, nothing can make him more excited than forging a more powerful magic weapon.

The reason why Yu Shuang was able to take him down was that she promised to devote all the financial resources of the Shen family to support him in refining weapons.

No matter whether he succeeded or failed in refining weapons, no matter how absurd and bizarre his ideas were, even the people in the family thought he was not doing his job properly and had no talent, but Shen Yushuang always believed in him and continuously sent all kinds of precious refining materials.

Let him squander.

This is how the world-famous refining master Nie Longquan came into being.

"Master Nie, you also recast the Dragon Sparrow Blade with that piece of meteorite iron, why is the sharpness completely suppressed by the Demon Slayer Sword?"

Today is the day to open the furnace. Zhang Jiuyang felt the majestic sword energy in the furnace, and he couldn't help but have some questions in his heart.

Logically speaking, the power of the Dragon Sparrow Blade should be higher than that of the Demon Slayer Sword. Why is it completely overshadowed after the recast?

Compared with the sword energy, the sword intent seems to have no sense of existence.

"Haha, you are such a lucky guy that you don't know how to appreciate your blessings."

Nie Longquan raised his eyebrows, looking like an old man with a frivolous look, and said with a smile: "Yue girl doesn't let me say it, but I just can't stand you young people's hesitation and timidity. Even if you don't ask, I will tell you!"

"Yue girl specifically asked me to use only a small amount of meteorite iron to help her connect the broken sword, and most of the remaining meteorite iron will be left for your ghost-slaying sword. She asked me to put all my efforts on the sword..."

Zhang Jiuyang was shocked.

The dashing figure in silver armor and red robe holding a spear seemed to appear in front of him again. She had never told him about this.

But it's not surprising to think about it. This is her personality. She has always paid silently and never made a fuss.

Old Gao once said that Yue Ling would strive for the highest pension for every Si Chen who died or was disabled in battle. If she didn't get it, she would pay it out of her own pocket and say it was compensation from the Imperial Observatory.

She never said these things. Lao Gao only discovered them accidentally after following her for a long time.

Suddenly, he wanted to see Yue Ling.

I don't know why, but I really want to see her and see how she is doing in the capital. Is she bullied (crossed out)? Is she bullying others?

"Xiao Jiu, don't be distracted. The fire will be ready soon. The magic sword is ready. Get ready to start the furnace!"

Zhang Jiuyang came back to his senses, nodded, and stretched out his hand to the sword furnace that was almost wrapped in flames. After forty-nine days of burning, even the cold iron sword furnace with high resistance to flames has been burned to a charred black.

I'm afraid it will be scrapped after this time.

And just when Zhang Jiuyang stretched his hand to the sword furnace, many auras suddenly gathered outside the Shen Mansion, ready to go.

...

Beijing, Imperial Observatory.

Yue Ling finally finished today's official business, put down the pen, and breathed a sigh of relief.

After returning to Beijing, His Majesty rewarded her on the surface and tried to win her over, but she could feel that the look His Majesty gave her had changed greatly.

There was a hint of fear in the depths of his eyes.

Although His Majesty hid it very deeply, she, who had cultivated the Heavenly Eye, could not help but feel it, but she pretended not to notice it.

Since the battle at Shenju Mountain, the old injury of the Supervisor seemed to have relapsed, so more affairs were assigned to her to manage. Although she was still the Supervisor in name, she had the authority of the Deputy Supervisor.

It was just that she didn't know how much trouble it took to deal with these things until she really took over. The fear from the officials, the secret obstruction of His Majesty, and the spies from Northern Liao and the Western Regions...

It was complicated and took a lot of effort.

No wonder the Supervisor couldn't recover from his injury for so many years...

Yue Ling sighed softly, opened the window, and looked in the direction of Yangzhou.

Calculating the time, the recast Demon Slaying Sword should be out, and I am afraid that many casual cultivators will take risks, but with Zhang Jiuyang's ability, it should not be a big problem to deal with it.

What she is really worried about is that after today, Zhang Jiuyang will be officially exposed to the world.

In the past, Zhang Jiuyang was mostly unknown. Even if someone knew about him, they only learned about him because they were concerned about her.

What Ming Wang's peripheral, Yue Ling's husband, but after today, Zhang Jiuyang showed the strength of Pure Yang Golden Pill, and his natural talent will definitely attract the attention of the world.

Kunpeng spreads its wings and soars into the sky.

But because of this, she will receive more attention, greater pressure, and even more calculations.

Unfortunately, at this moment, she can't stay with Zhang Jiuyang.

"After breaking through the realm, I am even more helpless."

"What I like most is to fight side by side with you and slay demons and monsters."

After a short rest, she took out a picture album, injected magic power into it, and looked at the moving figures on it, especially Zhang Jiuyang's smug face, and couldn't help but smile.

However, not long after watching, a subordinate knocked on the door, saying that Prime Minister Qin came to visit.

Yue Ling sighed in her heart, and could only put away the picture album silently, saying lightly: "Please let him in."

Although she was very displeased with this powerful prime minister, she still had to give face to the other party who took the initiative to visit, otherwise it would leave people with the impression that the Yue family and the Imperial Observatory despised the court.

After the sixth realm, Yue Ling suddenly realized that the Dragon Bird Sword that could slash demons could not slash the hypocritical faces of these people.

After a while, Prime Minister Qin left angrily, and it was obvious that the two of them did not have a pleasant chat.

Yue Ling silently changed into a nightgown, opened the door, and saw the supervisor guarding there.

"I heard that you and Prime Minister Qin broke up? Where are you going?"

Yue Ling was silent for a moment, looking in the direction where Prime Minister Qin left, her voice calm.

"I've been busy all day, and I want to vent my anger."

"Long Hu, you shouldn't say this. You know, you are now a sixth-level real person."

"Yes, I am now a real person in the sixth realm..."

Yue Ling's words made Zhuge Yunhu smile. Fortunately, Longhu knew the general picture.

But the next moment, she changed her tone.

"But who would have thought that a person who wears sacks and beats sap like a gangster would be a real person in the sixth realm?"

Zhuge Yunhu: "..."

hiss!

It was so reasonable that he couldn't refute it for a moment.

"Jian Zheng, do you want to see the moving Jin Ping Mei?"

Zhuge Yunhu sneered and said: "Bring me? Ridiculous!"

After saying that, he waved his sleeves and left, but his voice sounded faintly.

"The third corner of Dongjing Street in Sandaofang is the most secluded, and there is no one patrolling tonight."

After a pause, his voice sounded again.

"Help me, give me a kick, damn, I've already seen that old thing displeased!"

The sound faded away.

Yue Ling showed a smile. She raised her eyes and seemed to see the man in white with a sunny smile again.

Zhang Jiuyang, I just imagined what I would do if it were you.

Sure enough, it's your way to relieve your anger.

…

In Xuelu, Zhang Jiuyang tapped his finger lightly on the sword stove, closed his eyes, and felt the divine sword standing in the center of the fire.

The hilt of the sword is black in color, and the sword body is as red as jade, with the pattern of the Big Dipper engraved on it. It seems that the appearance has not changed much, but if you look closely, you will see that there are many more star-like lines on the sword.

There are exactly one hundred and eight rays, symbolizing the thirty-six stars of Tiangang and the seventy-two stars of Earthly Evil.

These Tiangang and Earth-like patterns are the perfect representation of that mysterious piece of meteorite iron being forged into the Ghost-Slaying Sword. Under Master Nie's ultimate skill, the two have become inseparable and inseparable.

He who holds this sword is like holding a star.

In addition, some amazing changes have taken place in this ghost-slaying sword, but Zhang Jiuyang needs to hold it in his hands to know.

"break!"

Following Zhang Jiuyang's command, the ghost-slaying sword that had been dormant for a long time suddenly burst out with a dazzling edge, and the sword energy shot straight into the sky like a gushing volcano!

Click!

The furnace wall was impacted by the sword energy, and crisp cracking sounds continued to be heard. The cracks were winding, and sword energy and flames spurted out from the gaps. The scene was extremely spectacular.

From the perspective of others, it looked like the sword furnace shattered when Zhang Jiuyang touched it with his sword finger.

Groan!

The red light is like a dragon, soaring into the sky, and the sword energy that fills the sky seems to have finally found its home. With the red divine sword as the core, it spins like a hurricane, stirring up the wind and clouds.

A strange scene appeared in Yangzhou City.

There is a white rainbow in the sky that passes through the sun and does not dissipate for a long time.

The divine sword is born, and a white rainbow pierces the sun!