If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified

Under the Great Tibetan Buddha sculpture, Lu Chongshan was dressed in green, with piety in his expression, he bowed slowly.

The compassionate face of the Tibetan Buddha covered the scorching sun in the sky and turned into a vast shadow, covering the second master of the Lu family in Jiuhu.

If you look carefully, you can also see that Lu Chongshan has gray hairs on his temples. He was so old when he was in his prime.

However, in the eyes of Nan Laoguo, he felt that Lu Chongshan had merged with the shadow under the Great Tibetan Buddha sculpture, they were completely merged into the darkness, and bursts of murderous desire permeated from his prostration movements, covering the surrounding void.

What makes Nan Laoguo even more strange is that...

Lu Chongshan, who revealed such killing intent, did not have the slightest fluctuation of vitality in his body, and his body was also very fragile, and he had not even completed bone casting.

Because of these reasons, Nanlaogong felt that everything in front of him revealed these strange things.

The presiding officer Shi Nu did not try to explain the confusion to Nan Laoguo, but clasped his palms together, chanted the words of the Dazang Buddha, and said: "From the moment when the benefactor of Chongshan stepped into the Jokhang Temple ten years ago, I have already noticed that Chongshan The benefactor's dusty heart is still shining, and many Buddhist scriptures are not difficult to understand in his eyes, and he can even understand them at a glance.

But...he observes Buddhism and studies Buddhism every day, but gradually embarks on a road of becoming a demon, which is a pity. "

Old Nan frowned slightly, looked at Shi Nu and presided over it: "So, a demon is being raised in the Jokhang Temple?"

Master Shi Nu's pale beard and hair trembled slightly, and he was silent for a few moments, but then said: "Since I have understood the principles of Buddhism, maybe after becoming a demon, I will completely lose my obsession and become a Buddha from then on."

"Compared with the vast majority of people in the world, the road of the heavy mountain benefactor is already much smoother."

"Becoming a demon first and then becoming a Buddha?"

Nanlao Guogong was noncommittal, he thought for a while, turned and left, he did not want to look at Lu Chongshan who was still paying homage to the Buddhist sculptures in the Great Tibet.

The two were already walking in the snow.

The two old people looked old, but neither the cold wind on the mountain nor the steep mountain road stopped their way.

Nanlao Guogong walked to the highest peak of Jokhang Mountain and looked up at the sky that was already covered by clouds and mist: "The director of the Star Observation Department saw the three stars looming in the sky. In the past few years, the immortals behind the Tianmen have also frequently looked down and surveyed the world. Everything, it's not unusual."

At this point in his words, a strange color flashed in his eyes.

The host of Shinu seemed to have known about this news, but said in a low voice: "Ten years ago, there were many visions. After the visions, there was an eruption of spiritual tide, and the vitality of the mortal world increased greatly."

Nan Laogong's eyes were even more strange, and there was some heartbeat in the old and deep eyes.

Under the spiritual tide, monks all over the world can get a great opportunity, and for the old man of Nan, who is nearing his lifespan, under the spiritual tide, he may be able to go a step further, repairing the body that has been exhausted since the long battle, so as to prolong his life.

But then, Nanlaoguo suddenly remembered the last spiritual wave, the world has not changed drastically, all the fruits of the spiritual wave were picked, but not too many returned to the mortal world.

Thinking of this, Old Nan's eyes suddenly flashed some disappointment, and he shook his head slowly.

Host Shi Nu didn't say much, the two just stood on the peak, looking down at Taixuanjing in the distance.

——

In the nights of these few days, the stars hang high in the sky, and the incomplete moon also casts a cold glow, shining on the mortal land.

But I don't know if the immortals in the sky are also exposed to the moonlight.

In the middle of the night, Lu Jing did not rest, but sat cross-legged on the bed and practiced with his eyes closed.

In his body, the furnace smelted a lot of vitality, and the big snow mountain that was constructed from it became more and more solid and clear.

The reason why the fourth realm of Martial Dao is called Daxue Mountain is because at the foot of Daxue Mountain, whenever Xuan Gong is performed, the vitality floating in the heaven and earth will swim and attach to the surface of Daxue Mountain, which looks like a pure white mountain. snow mountains.

In fact, the Daxue Mountain itself is extremely hot. It refines the vitality and turns it into surging blood, which flows into the limbs and bones, and continuously strengthens the body of the martial arts monk.

Lu Jing was practicing martial arts at this moment, but the skill Zhou Tian he was running today did not come from the Daxue Mountain True Mysterious Kung Fu, but from the [Nine Gods Holding Mysterious Law].

The Nine Gods Holding Mysterious Technique was obtained by Lu Jing from the Seventh Prince's Nine Gods lotus.

The Nine God Lotus itself is an extremely precious treasure, but such a kind of martial arts profound art is engraved on it.

For a long time, Lu Jing has been persevering in comprehending the mysterious method of the Nine Gods, and even now he has quite a lot of experience.

In addition, Lu Jing has stepped into the fourth realm of martial arts, so he can finally practice this method.

"Compared to the Daxue Mountain True Xuan Gong that I practiced before, the Nine Gods Holding Mysterious Art is so much more mysterious that it is almost incomparable."

Lu Jing closed his eyes, following the method of the Nine Gods Holding Mysterious Kungfu, he stimulated the Daxue Mountain in his body.

All of a sudden, the vitality absorbed by Daxue Mountain became more surging, the blood flow bred in it was much faster, and there was a faint flicker in it, showing a unique spirit.

Lu Jing sensed the mysterious method of the Nine Gods, and only felt that when he practiced this method, the Daxue Mountain seemed to become wider and grander, and the more turbulent vitality came, and the surging energy and blood became much thicker.

"The Nine Gods hold the mysterious method. Just the method of introductory Zhoutian can be called mysterious... But what is really mysterious is his method of blending the gods."

Lu Jing opened his eyes, his mind communicated with Yun Kongwen, and the Snow Drinking Knife appeared in his hand instantly.

The light of the saber shone brightly, and a threatening chill emerged from the long saber.

Lu Jing held the long knife in his hand and shook it slightly!

During the soft sound of the Xuexue knife, Chunlei's knife intent burst out suddenly, resounding all over the land around Lu Jing.

Vaguely, it was as if a spring thunder exploded in the void, and everything was revived and full of vitality!

"There is a kind of martial arts spirit contained in this spring thunder knife. The real mystery of the Nine Gods Holding Mysterious Technique lies in the integration of the martial arts spirit into the blood. Since then, every time the blood and blood flow in every move, the martial arts spirit will burst out. out."

Lu Jing circulated the Spring Thunder Saber Intent, and many thunderous sounds continued to play, and the Nine Gods held the mysterious method to circulate loudly.

In an instant, a spring thunder flashed above the snow mountain.

The thunderous spirit of martial arts merged into the snow-capped mountain under the golden light of the Nine Gods Holding Mysterious Techniques!

And it was also from this moment that the energy and blood flowing out from the Daxue Mountain actually faintly surged with thunder, becoming extremely powerful.

It is precisely because of the blessing of Chunlei's spirit that Lu Jing keenly sensed that the effectiveness of the Nine Gods Holding Mysterious Technique has increased dramatically, whether it is the speed of absorbing vitality, the speed of producing blood, or the speed of transforming the body with blood, all of which have changed. much faster.

"This is indeed a mysterious martial art."

Lu Jing continued to exercise for a full nine cycles of vitality, qi and blood, blending the qi and blood of the nine gods into every inch of flesh and blood in his body. Then he opened his eyes again and exhaled a long breath of foul air.

He stretched out a finger, flicked it lightly, a thunder sound flashed, and the originally crimson qi and blood actually contained thunder and lightning, shining brightly!

"The strength of Chunlei's qi and blood has been greatly improved compared to pure qi and blood. If I use this level of qi and blood to activate the five-level Zhenxuan Palm, and even activate the Spring Thunder Saber Intent, the power will definitely increase."

"And this is not the limit of the Nine Gods Holding Mysterious Technique, every time a martial spirit is fused, the Nine Gods Holding Mysterious Technique will become stronger, and the Nine Gods' blood will also be tyrannical!

This kind of martial arts profound art is so mysterious, no wonder it was engraved on the precious Nine Gods Lotus. "

Lu Jing's thoughts flickered.

At this moment, Lu Jing's cultivation can already be described as tyrannical.

Yuanshen has already stepped into the fifth realm, drew the divine thoughts, and built the real palace. Even at this moment, Lu Jing's practice speed can be called a thousand miles, and he will be able to step into the pinnacle of the fifth realm of transformation in a short time. Reached the stage of manifestation.

Although his martial arts cultivation is only at the fourth level, he has the energy and blood of spring thunder, and he has cultivated a kind of martial arts spirit. The spring thunder's saber intent cuts down the sky, and it sounds like spring thunder, and its momentum is like a rainbow!

In addition, the two fates of Dou Xingguan's Fate and Everyone's Fury.

At this moment, Lu Jing's combat power is not far from that of an ordinary cultivator at the first level of Divine Fire.

And for those disciples of famous families who hold treasures above the fifth rank and have extremely powerful martial arts and profound arts, even if they have reached the peak of the fifth realm, Lu Jing will not be afraid at all.

"I am in the fifth level, and my combat power is almost invincible... After I upgrade the Fury of the People, I may be able to defeat the sixth level cultivator who has smelted a layer of divine fire or a piece of innate energy by surprise."

Lu Jing thought about it in his heart.

In just three or four months, Lu Jing has been very satisfied with such great progress.

But Lu Jing wasn't proud either. No matter whether it was Yuanshen or Martial Dao, he would only know how long the journey of cultivation would be when he stepped into the sixth realm.

It is precisely because of this awareness.

Lu Jingcai would not stop for a day, take extra rest every day, read, write, paint and practice Yuanshen during the day under the fate of the celestial beings. Mystery Code.

At night, it is to exercise the body and guide the vitality and blood.

Day by day, night by night.

"With the Great Ming King Yantian constantly improving my aptitude, coupled with the martial talent, I am different from ordinary people. My talent is not static, but continues to improve.

And my primordial spirit talent is not weak at all, and with the help of many fates, even if I practice Dongyue's refining mysterious code for more than a dozen weeks a day, I don't feel tired.

If it were an ordinary person, if he practiced five or six weeks a day, he would have reached the ultimate level, and his soul would not be able to continue if he was exhausted. This is also my advantage. "

"One day of my practice is equal to other people's ten days of practice, or even more."

Lu Jing stood up while thinking.

At this time, the door of his house was wide open, and he could directly see the moon in the sky.

Lu Jing spread out a scroll, but saw that many scenes had been painted on it.

Moreover, unlike Lu Jing's past paintings, he painted the scroll in front of him very seriously, every ink and ink was carefully considered, every scene and every image was obtained with Lu Jing's heart.

Holding the pen and ink in his hand, Lu Jing looked up at the waning moon in the sky. It took more than a dozen breaths before he landed.

When the pen fell on the paper, a crescent moon appeared vividly.

Vaguely, the crescent moon also seemed to shed light, illuminating everything in the painting.

——

The next evening.

On the Zhutai River, a setting sun spreads across the water, half of the river is bleak and half of the river is red.

The Jiaoshen Mountain in the distance shows different colors under the red glow.

The snow-covered mountain peaks reflect the red glow, coupled with the sunset glow falling in the distance, it is like a phoenix puffing out a piece of tassel in the cloud.

Today's scenery is indeed extremely beautiful. In this bleak winter day, it is hard to find such a good time.

In the small pavilion of Shengfu on Changning Street.

Su Zhaoshi was wearing a robe warm in the moonlight, and looked much thinner, his eyes revealed deep fatigue, but because of today's rare day, he added some joy.

The always mischievous Princess Anqing looked at the dishes on the table, probably thinking of Xu Baiyan, and seemed to have no appetite.

The same is true for Sheng Zi.

"If you think about it carefully, every year on my birthday, there will always be someone missing."

Sheng Zi had obviously been well-groomed, with light application of rouge and red lips, and a red gauze dress, which made her more shockingly beautiful.

"In the past few years, An Qing was always absent from Taixuanjing. We originally made an appointment with four people to celebrate, but An Qing was always absent. This time..."

There was still a smile on Sheng Zi's face, but there was some helplessness in her brows and eyes after all.

Su Zhaoshi lowered his head, and his tone was surprisingly free and easy: "Sheng Zi, today is your birthday, so don't mention Xu Baiyan anymore.

Every time I think of him, I don't know when he is with us, when he is pretending, and when he is sincere. "

Sheng Zi shook her head: "I'm not missing Xu Baiyan, I'm just thinking about our long-gone childhood, Xu Baiyan, who followed me with a runny nose in childhood, was dead when he uttered the first lie up.

Lu Jing chopped off his disguised body, and also kept me... from being deceived for a longer period of time. "

Su Zhaoshi took a deep breath and said, "An Qing and I also donated a lot of silver. I hope that after the real charity hall is built, we can really do some good deeds."

Princess Anqing looked at the wine glass in front of her in a daze, then suddenly turned her head and asked Su Zhaoshi and Sheng Zi: "I've been dreaming for a long time.

I dreamed that I was sitting in a dark palace, Xu... His corpse was not far from me, his ghost was extremely ugly, and he was begging me bitterly.

I don't know what he is begging for, every time I want to ask him, I always wake up.

Have you ever had such a dream? "

Sheng Zi and Su Zhaoshi looked at each other.

Sheng Zi only thought that Xu Baiyan's death cast a lot of shadows on Princess Anqing, and was about to comfort her.

Princess Anqing frowned and said, "I know it wasn't a nightmare. I was like a god in the dark palace. Nothing in my dreams made me feel afraid."

"I always feel that I have seen that dark palace somewhere."

Su Zhaoshi and Sheng Zi thought about it.

Su Zhaoshi raised his head and said with a smile: "Wei Xuanjun once held An Qing who was a baby, and went to the four seas to straighten a sky pillar.

It is said that there is a palace on each Tianzhu, echoing the Ming Yujing in the sky.

Maybe what Anqing saw was the palace on the sky pillar. "

"Anyway, you don't need to worry."

Su Zhaoshi said: "Your father is the famous Wei Xuanjun, the only king with a different surname in Dafu. As for the ancient bloodline, it is said that the bloodline of the Wei State directly came from the Taiwu royal family in that ancient country. When ghosts come, it should be because they are afraid of you, so it’s okay.”

Princess Anqing, whose long hair fell straight to her calves, nodded slightly when she heard Su Zhaoshi's words.

Since this month, Princess Anqing, who used to be very playful, seems to have become much quieter.

I don't know if it was because of Xu Baiyan's death, or because of that weird dream.

Su Zhaoshi and Princess Anqing saw Sheng Zi who was sitting in the pavilion turning his head frequently, and saw the tree-lined path in the distance.

There was still some anxiety and anticipation in her eyes.

When Su Zhaoshi saw Sheng Zi's longing, he might have thought of a woman far away on Hedong Road. The light in his eyes, which had already faded, dimmed even more.

"The daughter of the Hedong Dao family, the son of Xuandu Zhuguo..."

In just a few moments, Su Zhaoshi thought of the root of the problem, and thought of the woman with the sick leg, and suddenly, he was a little envious of Sheng Zi.

At the very least, Lu Jing is still in Taixuanjing, no matter what the two of them plan to do, if Sheng Zi is willing, they can always meet Lu Jing.

Unlike them, they are separated by many mountains and seas, separated by family taboos, and separated by the enmity of their parents.

Thinking of this, Su Zhaoshi's expression became more and more lonely.

Princess Anqing naturally also saw Sheng Zi's look of anticipation. She looked at Sheng Zi's eyes that implied expectation, and felt sour in her heart.

Just like when she saw Lu Jing for the first time, because Sheng Zi never went to play with him, she took her anger out on Lu Jing.

It can be seen from this that the sixteen or seventeen-year-old Princess Anqing's feelings for Sheng Zi are quite complicated.

Maybe it was the possessiveness when I was young, or some other reasons.

Princess Anqing didn't want to see Shengzi care about Lu Jing so much.

But she lowered her head and thought for a while, then carefully restrained her expression.

Because at this time, Princess Anqing knew that Sheng Zi's thoughts were already focused on that young man named Tai Xuanjing.

If she continues to make trouble unreasonably, she will definitely be even angrier.

Just then Sheng Zi turned her head again.

I saw a figure in white walking slowly at the corner of the boulevard in the distance.

The white-clothed figure still had a gentle smile on his face, the sunset glow in the sky contrasted with the white-clothed figure, and the light fell on the black sandalwood sword at Lu Jing's waist.

It was obviously a wooden sword, but it reflected a brilliant light.

The holy algae hangs down the cold dew, and the fairy cup falls into the sunset.

Lu Jing walked slowly with light like this.

Naturally, there is no need to mention the jade-like appearance and the spear-like figure.

Now the daughter of Taixuan Jingzhong, how many people don't know that the young Mr. Lu Jingxiao has an appearance of dragon and phoenix.

Sheng Zi got up quickly, and the always heroic young lady of the Sheng Mansion was like a young girl in love, her eyes were full of surprise when she saw the person she liked.

Immediately, she felt that she should be more reserved, she coughed lightly again, lifted her long skirt, walked out of the small pavilion, and greeted Lu Jing.

As Lu Jing approached, Sheng Zi noticed that Lu Jing was holding a painting in his hand.

This painting has obviously been carefully framed, and the central axis, fringes, and reliefs on the axis are all quite elegant.

"Isn't it late?"

Lu Jing's eyes were filled with apology: "I wanted to arrive early, but I was delayed because of the painting and calligraphy mounting."

Having said that, he handed the painting in his hand to Sheng Zi.

"I don't know what to give you on your birthday, so I thought about drawing a picture for you with my heart."

Lu Jing was not that alienated from his friends, and the smile on his face was sincere and brilliant.

When Sheng Zi heard that this painting was drawn by Lu Jing himself, she became even happier.

——

Sheng Zi and the others are gathering in the front yard.

In the backyard of the Sheng Mansion, Sheng Ruzhou was accompanying a handsome man in black with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, looking at the welcoming pine he had carefully trimmed.

The man in black wore a high crown on his head, held his back with one hand, and put the other on the white jade belt around his waist. He was in his prime, but his face had some scattered beards all over his cheeks, and he looked quite decadent.

But anyone who saw the deep eyes of the man in black and the domineering spirit faintly revealed in his brows would naturally ignore the decadence of this man.

Sheng Ruzhou and the man in black stood side by side, looking at the lush welcoming pine, and mentioned the matter of the Northwest Road in their words.

Sheng Ruzhou was worried, and occasionally mentioned Fu Wudao who had come to Taixuanjing several times to assassinate the Holy King.

And the man in black was always listening quietly.

Occasionally, he would lightly tap the white jade around his waist with his fingers, making a crisp sound.

This man is the Dazhu Kingdom of Dafu Dang Dynasty!

Dafu Dazhu Kingdom itself is a legend. He is the son of the Hedong family. He has studied the sage books since he was a child.

Later, his own philosophy was contrary to many aristocratic families in Hedong, and was not tolerated by the aristocratic families in Hedong. At that time, there was no place for this Dazhu Kingdom in the court of Taixuan Jing.

Then at the age of 24, Dazhu Guo resigned from the civil service in anger and went to the border to join the army.

Thirty-six years have passed by now, but a scholar from a noble family has raised a 300,000-strong Jade Dragon Army step by step, commanding an army of 300,000 strong martial arts with the body of a Primordial Spirit cultivator.

For thirty-six years, the Dafu Yulong Army under Su Houcang's command has traversed thirty-six countries in the Western Regions, entered the Zhongshen Sea, forcibly divided a piece of Fengsu Sea, and once competed with the Northern Qin General for glory and won.

Up to now, every few years that passed, the Northern Qin State Teacher would have a discussion with this legendary Dazhu Kingdom.

Not long ago, Su Houcang of the Great Pillar Kingdom went to Yang Jiehai to discuss the truth of the world at the invitation of the Northern Qin State Teacher.

When he returned, he also brought back two treasures of swords and swords, calling the wind and calling the rain.

It is precisely because of such legendary experiences.

Su Houcang of the Great Pillar Kingdom looks gentle and elegant, but when his eyes move lightly, there are all kinds of domineering air permeating it, which is surprising.

"The Northwest Road has gradually stabilized, and Zhong Yubo will set off soon. With his cultivation, vision, knowledge, and Chu Shenchou who is already sitting in it, the two of them cooperate with each other, and they will probably be able to restore peace to the Northwest Road. "

Sheng Ruzhou breathed a sigh of relief.

People in the world only know that the Northwest Road has suffered catastrophe. Many high-ranking officials were massacred overnight, and many great monsters made trouble.

But I don't know that there are many other reasons. Sheng Ruzhou has been working on this matter for the past few months, and the situation in the Northwest Road has gradually stabilized until now.

"The Northwest Road is becoming more and more stable, but there are still disasters in Dafu and even in this world. Hezhong Road has been droughted for six years, and Pingping Township has become more and more rampant. A banner has been erected on Hezhong Road. The self-proclaimed General Butian Abandoned disciples from Leiyin Temple enshrined themselves as gods, and wanted to restore equality to the world...Nowadays, internal and external troubles are troublesome."

Sheng Ruzhou spoke eloquently.

Su Houcang of Dazhu Kingdom did not change his expression, but looked to the north.

There was more worry in his words: "King Chong'an is getting old day by day, I can feel that his energy and blood like the scorching sun are about to fall, and now I don't know how many people in the world are quietly waiting for his energy and blood to be completely exhausted, waiting The sun seeds on that halberd were completely withered.

At that time, there will inevitably be a catastrophe in the three prefectures of Chong'an. "

Sheng Ruzhou moved his eyes lightly, and said: "In the past few decades, there have been too many people in the world who wanted to pay attention to the fall of King An, whether it was Bei Qin or the countless old royal families who perished at the hands of King Chong An, all wanted him to die.

Even many people in my Dafu who watched the three prefectures of Chong'an with cold eyes, and even King Qi Yuan, who had a good relationship with Dafu, wished to drink his blood and eat his flesh.

It's just that I don't know... how does the holy king who sits on the throne plan. "

Su Houcang was silent for a while, and said: "The Holy Monarch wants to swallow the sky and the earth, but what he thinks in his heart is not that simple.

The daughter of King Chong'an slaughtered the Dragon Palace, and Princess Chong'an entered Xuandu herself, but she never let the Holy King forgive him. Perhaps this also represents the attitude of the Holy King towards the three states of Chong'an. "

Sheng Ruzhou didn't want to look at the vibrant welcoming pine anymore, and lowered his head: "Now, I only hope that Yu Dongshen, the son of Prince Chong'an, can last a little longer."

Hearing Sheng Ruzhou's words, Su Houcang couldn't help but think of Yu Dongshen, who was wearing silver armor and shot Sirius with a long spear, and the decision of this son of Prince Chong'an who was willing to exchange his whole body and blood for three more years of his father's life when he was young. .

"If Yu Dongshen is given a few more years, maybe the three prefectures of Chong'an will have another unrivaled prince."

Su Houcang said softly: "He is the only one I have seen in my life, maybe he is not as talented as Zhongshanhou, or Shaozhu Kingdom.

But he has the incomparable spirit to shoot Sirius directly, and he has been at the border for a long time, and he has developed a terrifying murderous spirit.

When it comes to real combat power, he is stronger than Shaozhu Kingdom.

Marquis Zhongshan is still young, and maybe ten years later, he can catch up with him and compete with him.

The Crown Prince and the Seventh Prince cannot be mentioned much..."

"Except for a few people here... I'm going to beat Tianjiao, who is in the limelight now. Compared with Yu Dongshen, he is still too immature."

At the end of his words, Sheng Ruzhou thought carefully and nodded.

Immediately, Sheng Ruzhou thought of someone: "If Nanfengmian of Nanguo Duke's Mansion can be aroused by sex, and then develop a strong sword will, he will definitely become a talent."

Su Houzhao shook his head: "Nan Fengmian's talent is indeed good, but the sword intent he cultivated does not match his own temperament.

The Xinggu Daoist on his waist is also a famous sword in the world, but it is not suitable for Nanfengmian's brilliant aura, he still needs some luck to do it. "

Sheng Ruzhou thought for a moment, and his tone was a little helpless: "Dafu's generation, there is no shortage of extremely talented people, whether it is a few Buddha disciples, Dao disciples, whether it is Nan Heyu in Taixuanjing, or the third prince of Beique Dragon King. But besides Taixuanjing, there are also several young Tianjiao."

"But their aura is still a bit lacking..."

At this point in Sheng Ruzhou's words, he suddenly remembered what Lu Jing had done in the past few months, and his tone became more hesitant: "Only Lu Jing, Mr. Shulou, seems to have found his own way, with a sense of grandeur in his chest, The black sandalwood sword on the waist can also be used to help the light.

If he can grow up, Dafu may have one more Yu Dongshen and one more Zhongshan Hou. "

"It's just...he is a little persistent, and he holds on to what he holds in his heart too much. If he doesn't guide him, it will be of no benefit to me."

Da Zhuguo had already heard of Lu Jing's name, he thought for a while, and was about to speak, when he suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance.

And in front of the kiosk.

Sheng Zi was slowly opening the painting and calligraphy drawn by Lu Jing himself.

There was a gleam in her eyes, which fell on the painting.

But I saw a long river winding straight down, and a few green hills around broke into the clouds.

There is also moonlight shining, and the stars are dotted, which is too beautiful to behold.

Su Zhaoshi and Princess Anqing, beside Shengzi, seemed to have seen a grand scene, and saw that all kinds of visions that appeared in the painting seemed to come true, making them hang in the air and look down at the green mountains and long rivers.

As for Su Houcang, who was a few buildings away, the light in his eyes moved slightly...

His expression changed a little.

Because at this moment, this unrivaled Great Pillar Kingdom sees the dots of stars in the sky with righteous spirits, falling among the green mountains and long rivers, he can kill the ghosts!

Seeing the clear brilliance of the moonlight in the sky, there are many awe-inspiring spirits lingering in it, which can make evil spirits retreat.

There are 60 green hills around, and every green hill contains bursts of sharpness, which can be faintly seen thundering and full of vitality. The sixty green hills are like sixty saber intents, resounding loudly!

But the long river flowing through these sixty green mountains seems to be a sword light.

With a movement of the sword light, it pierced through the sky and the earth, and reflected Fuguang!