Chen Kuang pondered for a moment and said frankly: "I am not a student of Freedom Mountain. I am afraid that the elders have no contact with your master..."
Jiang Yun shook his head slightly and said, "The one who has contact with my master is not your elders, but you yourself."
Chen Kuang was stunned, and a somewhat bizarre but very reasonable idea popped up in his mind.
Jiang Yunqing looked at him and said seriously:
"My master's name is Jie Kun. He sacrificed his life by the sword on the shores of Dongting Lake thirteen years ago."
Grass.
No wonder Jianlu never publicizes Jiang Yunqing’s lineage to the outside world.
Firstly, everyone was dead, and secondly, having a master who was responsible for 100,000 lives and forged a demonic sword was not good for Jiang Yunqing's reputation.
Anyway, Jiang Yunqing is not famous for his sword-making, so it’s better to save him some trouble.
However, thirteen years ago... Jiang Yunqing was only nine years old at that time, right?
He had said before that this sword was the only one he had successfully forged and was recognized by his master.
In other words, this sword was made at least before he was nine years old.
Chen Kuang suddenly realized that this could explain why the forging quality of this sword was so poor...
I'm afraid the so-called "admission" is more like words to coax a child.
Jiang Yunqing said, "I feel my master's 'intention', 'heart', and 'realm' in you. When he sacrificed himself for the sword, he transformed himself into the three talents of the sword, along with his life's hard work and skills."
"In a sense, you are the one who has inherited my master's true teachings."
He looked at Chen Kuang and said, "Can you let me take a look at that demon sword?"
(End of this chapter)
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