Chapter 240 I Have Been Wandering for a Long Time (27)

Although Shen Minghuan came here for Dingshanhai, he never thought of secretly taking it away from the beginning to the end.

The fragments of the sword were left in the East China Sea, and the Sword Forging Villa must have put a lot of effort into gathering them together. In addition, the resources of heaven and earth required to recast a sword are no less than refining them.

During this period of time at the Sword Making Villa, people were spying on him all the time. As a monk, Lin Zheng started to lose a lot of hair. The other party was under such great pressure to rebuild Dingshanhai. Would he still be a human if he stole it?

But Shen Minghuan was penniless.

He asked humbly: "How much?"

But when did he owe Zhujian Villa money before? He was obviously very rich before, and he never owed anyone anything!

That's all, it's not difficult to make money anyway, just give it to him.

Lin Qian said proudly: "Dingshanhai is the number one artifact in the God's Domain, and it is also my most proud work in my life. Isn't it too much to accept ten billion spiritual stones from you?"

"Your father didn't give any money when he took Dingshanhai away from me, and I won't cheat you. At that time, Dingshanhai was not as famous as it is now, so just take nine billion spiritual stones, plus the Ninety Thousand Thousand Things Spring billion, a total of 28 billion spirit stones.”

"I'll give you a small change, and I'll give you a sincere benefit of 30 billion."

Lin Zheng: "..."

His father is a bit too much. Isn't this really bullying the children while Shen Minghuan is away?

Lin Yaochuan: "..."

The entire God's Domain didn't know if there were 30 billion spiritual stones. Grandfather really didn't like Shen Minghuan.

Luo Jinghong, who originally planned to pay for Shen Minghuan: "..."

I'm sorry, brother, she couldn't even afford the 30 billion yuan she robbed Mo Jingchun.

Shen Minghuan was stunned, and he suddenly became furious: "Are you trying to raise the price? Why is it so expensive!"

"I am the swordsmith, and I have the final say." Lin Qian snorted: "If you can't afford it, give me the sword back."

Shen Minghuan looked at it and rubbed his sword flatteringly, thinking calmly that it was okay not to.

The system is pitiful: [Host. ]

Shen Minghuan sighed helplessly: "I don't have any money, so it seems I can only grab it."

Lin Zheng's expression was distorted for a moment. He thought he was Shen Minghuan's son, and his words were a bit domineering. But, dear nephew, that’s all your father said, how can you get the confidence to practice qi?

Lin Yaochuan also paused, then carefully slipped to Jiang Yunqi's side, and whispered in his ear: "Brother Shen can't bear this blow, is there something... um, not normal in his brain?"

Lin Gan rolled his eyes, "Okay, I'll wait for you to grab it, but you still have to pay back the 20 billion owed by your father."

"Don't go too far!" Shen Minghuan said angrily: "You begged me to accept Dingshanhai and Wanwuchun, why do you still need to charge money?"

After saying that, he suddenly felt that he had found a handle. Shen Minghuan picked up the sword and handed it out: "Yes, now it's your turn to owe me 20 billion, otherwise I will throw Dingshanhai back to you."

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So love disappears right? QAQ

You begged me to accept it...

The meaning of this sentence was somewhat rich. Lin Zheng's expression became more and more distorted. He did not dare to think about it carefully.

"What do you mean? You, you, you," Lin Qian's fingers were trembling, and he could hardly breathe. His voice became high-pitched due to surprise, "Are you Shen Minghuan?"

That bastard Shen Minghuan? The one who harmed Shen Minghuan? That Shen Minghuan who didn't deserve to die? !

Lin Gan closed his eyes and fainted.

"Father?" Lin Zheng hurriedly went to help him, and heard two "dong dong" sounds from behind him. He turned around and found that Jiang Yunqi and Lin Yaochuan had also fainted on the ground.

Lin Zheng: "..."

He shouted to the guard outside the door: "Go and ask Doctor Mu to come over."

Help, he feels dizzy too.

Shen Minghuan: "..."

He looked at Lin Zheng, the only one still standing opposite, and pointed at himself in disbelief: "Am I so scary?"

Luo Jinghong smiled politely: "Brother, it's because they are too weak to bear it."

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Mu Yi's job is very leisurely - that's how it should be.

Monks don't often get sick. Most of the people in Sword Making Villa are weapon refiners. They don't like to fight and kill, so they rarely get injured. In the past, he didn't necessarily receive a single patient in a month. God knows what happened to Sword Making Villa after a hundred years. As it turns out, he just came back not long ago and it was already his second visit.

Mu Yi did not expect to receive three patients at once this time. He gave each of them a few injections and asked in confusion: "Their cultivation levels are not low, how come they have such great mood swings, are so angry that they even faint? "

A catastrophe is coming? Or is Zhujian Villa going to perish?

Lin Zheng looked in Shen Minghuan's direction in awe, not daring to speak.

Mu Yi followed Lin Zheng's gaze and looked at Shen Minghuan. Shen Minghuan waved innocently: "It's none of my business. I didn't do anything."

Mu Yi nodded in agreement: "It certainly has nothing to do with you, your cultivation is too weak."

Lin Zheng was about to speak but stopped.

Lin Qianyouyou, who happened to have been given an injection, woke up at this moment. He sat up suddenly and said, "Shen Minghuan, are you still alive?"

Mu Yi was stunned, "Are you Shen Minghuan?"

His figure suddenly swayed.

Lin Zheng hurriedly stepped forward to help him: "Hold on, Mu Lao, you must not faint!"

Lin Gan cursed again and again: "Why don't you come back if you are still alive? Do you know how long Xiaoshanhai has been waiting for you? And Xiaowuwu, damn it, you threw it with a sword in the snowy field where there is nothing, how can you bear it? !”

Shen Minghuan felt guilty, so he quickly poured a cup of tea and said diligently: "Calm down your anger, calm down your anger."

Shen Minghuan has never let anyone down in his life, except for his sword.

Lin Qian stopped scolding, and he looked Shen Minghuan up and down, "Your personality has changed a lot."

"Everyone says so." Shen Minghuan laughed.

"Everyone? Who else?"

Shen Minghuan glanced at Luo Jinghong.

Luo Jinghong smiled, removed the spiritual power that concealed his appearance, and bowed: "Luo Jinghong, meet Senior Lin."

Jiang Yunqi and Lin Yaochuan, who had just woken up, fainted again with two "dong dong" sounds.

Lin Zheng swallowed his saliva, and his eyes went dark. He felt Mu Yi, who was supporting him, sway again. He sat up in shock from his dying illness: "No, Mu Lao, you can't faint!"

Lin Qian stood up by himself: "Since you intend to conceal your identity, why did you suddenly tell me?"

Shen Minghuan sighed, "Because I think if I don't tell you, I probably won't be able to take Xiao Jiu away from you."

Besides, he took away the most important achievement for a swordsmith with nothing, and refused to reveal his true identity. It was indeed a bit too much.

"Xiao Jiu?"

"Its name." Shen Minghuan pointed at Ding Shanhai.

Lin Qian snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "What kind of name did you give it? It's ugly."

"Unfair." Shen Minghuan complained, "It gave it itself."

Lin Qian looked at Ding Shanhai, who was so obedient in Shen Minghuan's hands and was nodding, and simply turned his face away, so that he could not see it and calm down.

The birth of Ding Shanhai and Wanwuchun was inseparable from the right time, right place and right people. Even Lin Qian could not forge the second sword like this in the world. Just seeing Lin Qian stepping into the Mahayana after refining this furnace, you can know how much a refiner who is extremely passionate about refining weapons loves these two works.

Unlike alchemists, talisman masters, and array masters, refiners treat each of their works as their own children.

A mother does not dislike her child's ugliness. In Lin Qian's eyes, these two swords are very good, but people at that time did not think so. Dingshanhai is fine, it can be regarded as a treasured sword, but Wanwuchun has no sharpness at all, and it is useless except for increasing the weight in the hand.

Lin Qian was not convinced, he wanted to make these two swords famous.

Every sword that became famous in the world started with the sword master. Lin Qian was confident that he could become the best swordsmith, but he could not become the best swordsman. He made up his mind to find the best sword master in the world for these two swords.

The requirements are not high, at least he must have a high level of cultivation, outstanding talent, integrity and kindness, and he must love and protect the sword. It is better to look good, otherwise he is not worthy of such a beautiful sword.

He had been looking for such a simple condition for a long time, but only Shen Minghuan barely met the requirement.

Shen Minghuan said that Lin Qian begged him to accept Ding Shanhai, which was true.

At that time, the battle between good and evil had ended, and Shen Minghuan began to run around the Divine Realm. Lin Qian had to spend a lot of effort to find him, and said a lot of good things before the extremely picky young man agreed to come to the Sword Casting Villa.

The sword that Lin Qian originally wanted to give him was Ding Shanhai. The young man was full of vigor and showed his talent, which was a perfect match for Ding Shanhai.

As a result, Shen Minghuan fell in love with Wanwuchun.

Wanwuchun also fell in love with Shen Minghuan.

The sword and the sword master fell in love with each other, and signed a contract on the spot. It was a beautiful thing, but Ding Shanhai also fell in love with Shen Minghuan.

Lin Qian: "..."

He only planned to give this person one sword, not both!

But Ding Shanhai was too domineering, and he looked down on everyone except Shen Minghuan. Lin Qian really couldn't find another sword master who could compare with this man, so he had no choice but to give him away.

Shen Minghuan was not happy at the time. He stroked Wanwuchun with love on his face and said confidently: "A swordsman can only love one sword in his life!"

Later, Lin Qian forced Ding Shanhai into his hand, and he immediately began to struggle: "In fact, it's not impossible to love two swords."

Seeing the way he got the advantage and still acted cute, Lin Qian was very itchy.

"Do these two swords have names?" asked the young man in white.

There was none originally, but Lin Qian suddenly thought of a name at that time, "Yes."

"I have known the vastness of the universe, but I still pity the green grass and trees."

"These two swords, one is Dingshanhai, and the other is Wanwuchun."

"The sword master has the world in his heart, Dingshanhai is given to you, I hope it can help you guard the vast rivers and mountains here."

"The rivers and mountains are beautiful, Wanwuchun is given to you, I hope the sword master will not let down the spring, and the spring will not let you down."

Shen Minghuan put Wanwuchun back into the storage ring and wore Dingshanhai on his waist, "I like it very much."

He smiled, a smile with a chivalrous spirit and a soft heart.

He said: "I thought of two swordsmanship that are very suitable for them, so let's name them after them."

Later, the names of "Dingshanhai" and "Wanwuchun" resounded throughout the divine domain.

At that time, Lin Qian was still very satisfied with his vision, until Shen Minghuan decided to use Wanwuchun to suppress the snowfield.

Lin Qian: "..."

To be fair, he knew Wanwuchun was very suitable, and he also knew that this decision was extremely correct, but he still had to yell - Shen Minghuan, you bastard!

After that, the news of Shen Minghuan's death came, and the Dingshanhai Sword shattered and fell into the deep sea.

The sword master in bright clothes and his two beloved swords in the memory eventually became an empty dream, leaving behind a useless legend.

Lin Qian didn't know where his anger came from, but he really wanted to scold Shen Minghuan, so he thought about him for a hundred years and scolded him for a hundred years, so that Lin Zheng thought he hated Shen Minghuan.

How could he hate him?

That was the young swordsman he had been looking for for a long time and was most satisfied with.