From afar, Lu Ming saw Jiantang City. Everything looks and order is the same as other big cities, with only various powerful momentums and sword intents inside, which highlight the special surname of this city. If an ordinary person comes here, he will definitely think that this is just an ordinary city...
Especially after seeing the peace of this city, Lu Ming was even more surprised. He couldn't understand what Jiantang meant. Why didn't they establish a country with such strength? That would make Jiantang's swordsmanship more prosperous. At least first, the citizens of a country would be truly baptized and influenced by Jiantang.
Moreover, according to the information Lu Ming has obtained now, the Jiantang has no power except for the necessary staff and elites, which is incomparable to many big families.
The key is that they abide by the imperial legal system. No matter where the Jiantang branch is, they will abide by the legal system of the country. For many years, the Jiantang has never followed any country and has had conflicts in this regard.
Could it be that they are really dedicated to teaching swordsmanship? There is no selfishness at all? Why is one of the Supreme Seven Swords betrayed? What is the purpose of his defection?
Lu Ming had no way to find the answer to this series of questions. He found that he had no idea about this country and Jiantang, and the information he got was only very popular. He thought about it carefully and found that even Tiandu City and his hometown were not much knowledgeable.
This also shows that Lu Ming's mind is definitely not on this. His pursuit is swordsmanship, and all he wants to protect is only his family and friends. If it is an enemy, Lu Ming will definitely understand it very much, even surpassing his understanding of his father.
Because if Lu Ming wants to worry about it, it must be extreme or fatal.
Thinking about the problem in his mind, Lu Ming came to the gate of Jiantang City. The gate was very tall and the city wall was very thick. It was made of cast iron steel frames and bluestone strips. There were carriages on it. There were also arrow holes and cannon firing holes on the city wall. However, the corners that were originally polished by city defense training were already scattered with dust, indicating that the country should have heavy troops to guard the city before the city was specially granted to Jiantang.
The saint stopped the war horse and introduced: "This is the outer city of Jiantang City, and anyone can enter."
Lu Ming nodded, glanced back and forth a few times and found that many businessmen were entering and leaving one after another, and some were vegetable farmers and meat vendors of lower levels, but they also showed the demand for these in the city. Without them, the swordsmen even had problems eating vegetables and meat.
The city was at the gate, and Lu Ming didn't even see a guard. This is how the outside of Jiantang City opened its doors and allowed people to enter and exit.
However, this place is safe. It can be said that even the imperial capital is not safe. No one would think of attacking this place. Even the surrounding villages and towns were protected by the sword hall.
Although the Sword Hall did not necessarily intend to protect them, the horse bandits never dared to come here to cause trouble. They all knew that as long as it caused the dissatisfaction of a small person in the Sword Hall City, it would definitely bring them a catastrophe.
The signature of the sword hall is the biggest deterrent. If ordinary people want to attack here, they will actually come only if they have plans to commit suicide.
After Lu Ming walked through the city gate, even if he entered Jiantang City, Lu Ming was surprised that this was completely a world of swords.
On both sides of the street, countless shops are lined with swords, sword-making, sword-making, sword-making, etc., it can be said that as long as it is about swords, there are all here.
The consequence of this is that both sides of the street are composed of sword forests. You can see flowers, plants and trees on both sides of Tianducheng Street. Here, there are all steel swords of all colors, various models and sizes, with floor-standing sword frames and suspensions. People walk in the middle and feel that the sharp aura seems to be about to cut themselves, with a powerful aura and extremely murderous momentum.
Of course, Lu Ming was fearless, but he would feel comfortable, especially Jianhen, who was as happy as he finally returned home after traveling for many years. If Lu Ming hadn't suppressed him secretly, Jianhen would have immediately swallowed up the sword intent scattered around him.
Yes, there are sword intents everywhere here, but it is obviously not a good idea to swallow it now. God knows that there are some talented people in Jiantang City. Even the big guys who are in charge here are not something they can provoke now.
If people notice the existence of sword marks, even the Destruction Sword Saint cannot stop these people from being crazy!
Sword scars are the ultimate representative of the swordsmanship on Earth. They gather the accumulation of Lu Ming in his past life for nearly twenty years. This is the real essence and something that should not exist in the eyes of countless warriors. However, Lu Ming condensed the sword scars. Its value is so high that it cannot be evaluated with money and life.
In the world of swords, sword scars are the monarch of the sword!
Lu Ming glanced around with indifferent eyes and walked forward silently. On both sides of the street, there were also various elixirs and various sword scores sold. The elixirs were not very attractive to Lu Ming at all. However, after he glanced at the sword scores, he found that they were all ordinary goods and not advanced. I think that in this world of real swords, there were good things that could not be saved.
There is a heroic swordsman selling things in front of various stalls, and he introduces them to the swordsman from time to time. Occasionally, you can see people shaking in the store. The business is still good, but those who can open a store here must not be ordinary people.
However, Lu Ming still likes the atmosphere of this sword. After passing these shops, you can see rows of sword halls. The signs on the doors are huge and serious, showing the majesty of the owner. Judging from the names on the signs, they are everywhere in the mountains, south, sea and north.
The saint walked calmly, and saw that Lu Ming seemed to be interested in these sword halls, and said, "All powerful sects in the country will open a sword hall in Jiantang City. The size is different, but it must be there, so that they seem to have an identity."
"It's true." Lu Ming shook his head slightly and smiled bitterly. The Saint is right, and the reality is indeed the case. After all, if you can establish a sword hall in Jiantang City, you must be recognized wherever you go. The sword hall with poor strength will definitely be kicked out early. After all, Jiantang City is so big and there are only so many locations.
Lu Ming suddenly discovered a unique sign: "Sword Hall?"
The saint nodded calmly and said, "This sword hall is set up in the outer city of the sword hall. The purpose is to facilitate the registration of swordsmen. Regardless of any sect, you can register to participate in the training organized by the sword hall. The training costs and the training conditions are also different, and the results are also different."
"Yes, it should be easy to train masters with the resources and means of the Sword Hall." Lu Ming nodded. Although there are not many people in Jiantang City, every place is a swordsman. It can be said that all the relationship between the sword is fully displayed, and it is closely linked, and it is full of vitality everywhere.
This is the world of real swords. As long as you come in with a lot of silver notes, you can definitely be packaged from all aspects and even armed you to your teeth.
"That's right, and the sword hall has various means to detect the sword body. We will never miss a swordsman who may become a genius. The selection of saints back then was a good example. As long as they wanted to do it, there was nothing they could not do."
The saint said lightly: "If a good swordsman comes here, with good qualifications and good performance, he can even get free training opportunities. The heads of some sects and young leaders will also come here for training to enrich himself. Going out from here is definitely a process of gilding."
"Yes, in terms of reputation, he is no longer an ordinary swordsman." Lu Ming said with emotion. It was like studying. When a college graduated from, he naturally had different reputations.
Lu Ming walked towards the inner city for a while and found that there were many halls set up in the sword hall, including training halls, swordsmanship halls, cultivation halls, sanitation halls, and even life and death halls.
The other halls are very obvious. This hall of life and death seems to be the hall that truly hones swordsman.
"Well." The saint said as if seeing through Lu Ming's thoughts: "When entering this hall, as long as you come out alive, you will definitely be absorbed by the sword hall and become the core swordsman trained. Although it is a life-long death, countless swordsman walk in every year."
"Maybe they think that it is not them who die, and confidence that exceeds their own abilities is not a good thing." Lu Ming suddenly remembered what someone said to him some time ago.
The saint's eyes lit up, "That's it. When I ran for the saint, I felt that I would not be eliminated. This is the case. However, I have seen too many people who were full of confidence and were eliminated first, and they did not have the awareness of you."
"I'm all scolded by others." Lu Ming smiled bitterly. The world is full of fixed numbers, and it is accompanied by unknowns. Everything cannot be done according to the budget, so if you don't calculate it, it will be easy and natural.
As the couple spoke, they arrived at the gate of a city in the city, which is the real headquarters of the sword hall of the Zhenyuan Empire, the inner city!
Lu Ming turned his sight and found that there were two people guarding here. The aura on their bodies was extremely obscure, but they could not escape the insight of sword scars. Although they were only in their thirties and under forty, they were already at the level of a junior swordsman.
Outside, the junior swordsman can be a disciple of the swordsmanship of the head of the Holy Sword Sect, but here, he is just a janitor.
From this Lu Ming thought that although Jiantang does not have too many forces, any of his staff is talents and elites. In real battles, the number of people is not necessarily an advantage, but rather a burden. Compared with the national army, which force is larger, it is actually self-evident. I think this is why the country is constantly cultivating its own elites. (To be continued.)