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

The Xuanjia man's tone was quite polite.

There was still a lot of reverence in his eyes, and he was quite polite when facing a young man like Lu Jing who had no official status.

Lu Jing looked him up and down, brushed the dust off his body, and then walked into the courtyard.

"Come in." Lu Jing never refused people thousands of miles away, calling for the mysterious man to come in.

Qingyue followed Lu Jing into the hospital, and was about to pour tea, but Lu Jing waved at her: "Don't bother, this guest doesn't want to drink tea even if I want to come."

Qingyue was taken aback for a moment, and immediately went into her room without looking at the Xuanjia man.

Lu Jing was standing in the courtyard, playing with a few flowers in the garden.

The Xuanjia man looked around the small courtyard and said with a soft smile: "In the name of Mr. Lu Jing, this small courtyard has wronged you."

Lu Jing didn't raise his head, but his tone was curious: "What? The ancient prince ordered you to send me a palace?"

The man in Xuanjia had dark cheeks and looked quite calm. He shook his head and said: "If you are in the Qi Kingdom, it's okay for you to want a palace, but this is Dafu Taixuanjing, and the palaces in Xuandu except Apart from the few princes who founded the mansion, there is only Taixuan Palace, which really disappoints Mister."

"Although there is no palace, but if the master is willing, Fan Yuan will naturally make him happy."

The Xuanjia man's name is Fan Yuan, and he has a restrained aura. Even if he is standing in front of Lu Jing, with Lu Jing's current cultivation level, he can't perceive Fan Yuan's cultivation level at all.

Whether it is the primordial spirit or the blood, it seems to be silent in the darkness, and there is no clue at all.

The more this is the case, the more Lu Jing can understand that Fan Yuan in front of him has a stronger cultivation than Du Gui and Yu Hu who followed Gu Chenxiao in Shihua Pavilion that day.

"Qi is worthy of being one of the most powerful big countries besides Dafu and Northern Qin."

Lu Jing's thoughts flickered, but he shook his head slightly: "Although my small courtyard is small, I don't need to look at anyone's face when I live in it. Even if I plant a few flowers and plants myself, I can do whatever I want. You don’t need to write for people to draw.”

Fan Yuan naturally heard the meaning of Lu Jing's words.

The man in front of him, who must have a very high level of cultivation, was very humble, and saluted Lu Jing again: "Sir, what my prince wants is just a painting, why should you refuse, sir?

You can draw a picture at will, and Fan Yuan will take it to a business, and you will leave a lot of treasures for your husband. My prince... because of this, he will be enlightened, and he will no longer be obsessed with this matter. Wouldn't it be better? "

When Fan Yuan spoke, he bowed respectfully, and there was no threat in his tone, instead, his words were full of requests.

Lu Jing raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Fan Yuan, and said, "I wonder if your excellency has reached the seventh level?"

Fan Yuan didn't know why Lu Jing asked, but he also replied: "Fan Yuan can cultivate to the gods."

Lu Jing sighed a little: "The monks in the realm of gods and appearances are just for a painting, so why bother?"

Fan Yuan straightened up, a smile appeared on his ordinary and dark face.

He shook his head and said: "Mr. is still young and has been in Taixuan Jing for a long time, so naturally I don't know how many heroes there are in this world.

Fan Yuan has seen a lot in his life, and the seventh realm of the nine realms of cultivation is also the gods and stars.

But in fact, starting from the sixth level, even at the same level, there are highs and lows, and this is especially true for the seventh level.

Between the first phase and the ninth phase, the gap is like a vast abyss, almost irreparable.

And at the seventh level, if you want to take a step forward, although it cannot be said to be extremely difficult, it still requires many opportunities. "

Having said this, Fan Yuan turned his head and looked at the sky of Taixuanjing, with some emotion in his tone: "And here is Dafu Taixuanjing, the most prosperous place in the world, maybe only Mingyujing in the sky can do it." Tae Hyun Kyung is on par.

There are countless powerful people hidden here, not to mention the people of Dazhu Kingdom, Da Situ, Shaozhu Kingdom, the Three Dukes, Marquis of Zhongshan, Canglong Diaosi, etc. Even the generals in the army are stronger than me. powerful. "

"Fan Yuan spent his whole life, crossing several mountains and rivers, but he was hunted down by people, and he saw fierce battles. It is because of this... that I know the principle of being polite and respectful. "

Fan Yuan was wearing a black armor, with many murderer's marks branded on the black armor, he looked quite fierce.

But his face and words are like a polite scholar adhering to the righteousness, knowing humility and etiquette.

Hearing what he said, Lu Jing picked off a few withered yellow snow bell flowers, nodded in agreement and said, "Maybe this is the reason why King Qi Yuan sent you to Taixuanjing with the ancient prince."

According to Lu Jing's idea, when Gu Chen came to Taixuanjing as a hostage, he would naturally follow a senior official who knew etiquette and reason, and would always persuade the ancient prince not to act too presumptuously.

Fan Yuan never thought about it but shook his head: "What you said, sir, is actually overthinking.

Whether it is my king or the prince who is born with madness and tyranny in his blood, let alone me, they themselves see it.

And the prince came to Taixuanjing this time, he came here with courtesy and momentum, even if he is a little presumptuous, it doesn't matter, the reason why I followed the prince is because I was excluded in the court and had to go Come to Taixuanjing. "

Fan Yuan spoke frankly. After these words, even Lu Jing, who had been focusing on the flowers in the courtyard, couldn't help turning his head to look at him.

Seeing that Lu Jing was interested, Fan Yuan said again: "Sir, it was Fan Yuan's request just now, what do you think, sir?

My prince has a paranoid personality, and he must always achieve what he decides, even if it is just a trivial matter in my eyes, in his eyes, it can be regarded as a big event.

Once the thoughts in his mind are disturbing, he will try to achieve it. If he fails to achieve it, he will always be like a madman.

Sir, it's just a painting, so why should you be stingy with pen and ink? "

When Fan Yuan spoke like this, it was not polite to comment on his master.

Lu Jing still lowered his head, looked at the flowers and plants in the garden, and asked, "I once read a story in a travel magazine.

It is said that the ancient prince practiced a kind of profound art called the big glazed sky wheel, and the weapon he held was called the glazed moon wheel.

This name sounds quite elegant, but when casting this weapon, the ancient crown prince once beheaded 3,000 slaves to sacrifice the sharpness of the moon wheel, I wonder if there is such a thing? "

Hearing Lu Jing's question, Fan Yuan was a little puzzled, and replied: "Mr. has read a lot of books, and he probably knows that the slaves of Qi State are born lowly, and their status is extremely low.

They are born like dead things and cannot be equal to others. It is not a big deal for the prince to kill slaves and sacrifice to the moon in our country of Qi. "

"So that's how it is." Lu Jing understood, and asked again: "I also saw that the ancient crown prince cast a palace of white bones on the wasteland of Qi State in order to practice martial arts. The palace is all made of human bones, including human skin Many of the things cast are quite sensational, I wonder if there is such a thing?"

Fan Yuan didn't hesitate, and his face didn't change: "It's true."

Lu Jing's tone finally changed, and he said in a low voice: "Actually, I'm rather curious. It's widely rumored that the ancient prince built the palace of bones for practicing martial arts, but I also heard that the palace of bones is made of mortal bones.

I have some doubts in my heart, I don't understand that mortals don't cultivate the primordial spirit, nor do they practice martial arts, their souls and bodies are not so precious.

If you can master martial arts and primordial spirit with a mortal body, the demon cultivators and demon cultivators in the world may have already wiped out the mortals in the world, and most of the places in the world will be desolate and uninhabited, with bones like mountains. "

"Fan Yuan, come and tell me, did the ancient crown prince kill people for the sake of practicing kung fu, or for... his evil heart?"

Fan Yuan's eyes fell on Lu Jing, but he didn't answer.

After a long time, Lu Jing said again: "I have read some books, just like many scholars, I don't want to be with evil people...

Moreover, I also cultivated a sword energy and raised a spring thunder.

The sword qi is called Fuguang, and Chunlei has brewed some vitality. It is practiced in the world. Some people only practice martial arts and primordial spirit, but there are also people who practice breath-nature. "

"I don't want to see the torture and killing of ordinary people in my heart, and I also feel that those who were also born to their parents should not have their skin cramped and their bodies used to build walls and roads. They shouldn't die and have no peace."

"Because of this, if I paint for the prince, the light-supporting sword energy I cultivated will no longer be sharp or even luminous.

And that Chunlei, which has gathered some vitality, probably won't roar, Your Excellency... Please come back. "

Lu Jing stood up and finally looked directly at Fan Yuan.

Fan Yuan stood in front of Lu Jing, frowning slightly, but there was distress in his eyes.

He also looked at Lu Jing with some regret: "It seems that Mr. has some dislike for my master in his heart.

So much so that painting for him spares your temper...

But Fan Yuan still wants to persuade Mr., although my master is a little crazy, he can also occupy a high position. Even if he enters Taixuanjing as a hostage, as long as Dafu and Beiqin are in a stalemate, as long as Daqi is free King Qi Yuan is in charge, so my master in Taixuan Jing is equivalent to having the honor of avoiding death! "

"Even if he kills some unfavorable princes, at this moment, Dafu will only put him under house arrest, and even if he wants to settle accounts, he will only wait until the outcome with Beiqin is decided.

Mr. Lu Jing, please think about it carefully, he...is often reckless when he goes crazy, and you only need to draw a picture to avoid it. "

As Fan Yuan said this, a smile appeared on Lu Jing's face. He took a serious look at Fan Yuan, and then said, "You... probably underestimate Da Fu Shengjun too much."

Lu Jing's tone was a little grim: "I was born in Taixuanjing for many years, and there are many powerful people in Taixuanjing, even King Chong'an, who was in his prime with a halberd in his hand and got rid of a round of scorching sun, even Yuan Su Houcang of Dazhu Kingdom, who is as godlike as a god, and even several gentlemen in the study building, mentioned Dafu Chongtian Emperor without the slightest disrespect."

"Although Gu Chenxiao is important, if he dares to suppress and kill the prince and offend the majesty of Emperor Chongtian, he will die without a place to bury him in an instant...Fan Yuan, remember these words, if Gu Chenxiao reappears in the future Crazy, you can use this to persuade him."

Fan Yuan frowned even deeper. He stood on the spot, thought for a long time, and remembered Dafu Chongtian Emperor's prestige, then nodded slowly, and then shook his head again.

"But...Mr. Lu Jing, you are not the prince of Dafu, but my master is the real prince of Qi."

Lu Jinghun didn't care: "I don't want to paint for him, that's what I think in my heart, and I also don't want to have the Fuguang Jianqi and Chunlei that I have cultivated. That's all I have to say, please go back, Your Excellency."

Hearing Lu Jing's easy words, Fan Yuan lowered his head and thought for a while, then asked curiously: "Sir, can I see your Fuguang Sword Qi and hear your Spring Thunder?"

Lu Jing frowned, and gave Fan Yuan a strange look.

Fan Yuan realized that what he asked was indeed a bit presumptuous, and he shook his head and smiled: "Since Mr. is in Taixuanjing, if I am lucky, I can always see it, but there is no need to be in a hurry."

"If it's an ordinary person's painting, it's okay if you don't want it, I will naturally go to some famous people, learn the brush and ink and copy it.

It's just that Mr. Lu Jing's paintings are a little special. The paintings produce visions, which are really miraculous. Others can't imitate them. In this case...Fan Yuan resigned. "

Fan Yuan didn't hesitate anymore after speaking so far, turned around and walked out.

After walking a few steps, Fan Yuan turned his head again: "Sir, you raised a sword as a young man, but I admire it in my heart. Today, you and I treat each other with courtesy, but I am a minister of Qi, a close minister of the prince! Maybe the next time we meet, if the crown prince orders, I will take action against you, and I will be enemies with you."

Lu Jing nodded slightly, and knew that Fan Yuan was a straightforward person.

Fan Yuan just left, and Lu Jing was still taking care of the flowers and plants in the courtyard.

At this moment, Pei Yingui was standing in front of the white plum, and there was a breeze blowing in front of her ears, which brought Lu Jing's farewell words to Fan Yuan and the sound of Fan Yuan's leaving footsteps.

And what Lu Jing said just now was naturally heard by Pei Yingui.

Pei Yingui's face was still a little unnatural, maybe it was because she felt a little sorry for overhearing Lu Jing's conversation with her friend.

But at the same time, the words Lu Jing said when he rejected Fan Yuan resurfaced in his mind.

"Mr. Lu Jing really has something in his heart...Maybe it is because of this that he can cultivate the sword energy that kills evildoers... It is natural for a practitioner to go to a high place and practice hard. Cultivate integrity, so that you can see the scenery from a high place."

When Pei Yingui thought of this, he also thought of his crazy brother.

She suddenly thought of those heads lined up in front of the garden in the deep cold palace.

And these heads are just the "wild grass" that Gu Chenxiao cut off when he was bored and used to test the sharpness of the knife.

"Mr. Lu Jing met Gu Chenxiao before?"

The cold light in Pei Yingui's eyes became more intense, and then a little more worry appeared in his heart.

"Gu Chenxiao is already insane. Paranoia and evil thoughts are devouring him like a monster. He wants Mr. Lu Jing's paintings. If he doesn't get what he wants, he will only become more and more insane..."

Pei Yingui thought for a while, and when she reached out, a big moonlight bow appeared in her hand. It was the Guanghan Palace that Pei Yingui had brought beside her since she was a child.

Guanghan Palace sparkled with the same moon-white light in her hands, ripples flickered, and many rays of light lingered.

She thought about it, and without any hesitation, she raised her left hand and put it next to her mouth.

bite off...

A drop of blood essence appeared on her fingertips, and then dripped on Guanghan Palace.

The Guanghan Palace was instantly radiant.

Pei Yingui turned his head sideways and looked at the couplet not far away.

"This place of peace of mind is my hometown..."

"Mr. Lu Jing wants to repay his kindness, but I have already told him through Hancai's mouth that I will forget about it after that day, and I don't ask for anything in return.

Now I have to ask Mr. Lu Jing to teach me how to read, so..."

Pei Yingui was full of thoughts, his eyes were a little confused, but his movements were smooth and smooth, without the slightest hesitation.

I saw her pulling away the Guanghan Palace, the drop of blood that fell on the Guanghan Palace had completely disappeared into the bow and disappeared.

As the bowstring was slowly pulled away, a light arrow with some moonlight and some blood color appeared slowly.

Pei Yingui's blood flowed, and he fell into the light arrow without a sound.

All of a sudden, the arrow of light didn't shine brightly, but became more and more dim until it became invisible.

Pei Yingui let go of the bowstring, and the invisible arrow flew into the sky of Lu Jing's courtyard without a sound, and also disappeared without a sound.

From the beginning to the end, Lu Jing, who was still playing with the flowers and plants in the courtyard, never noticed anything.

Pei Yingui shot an arrow, flipped her wrist lightly, Guanghan Palace turned into a stream of light, and flew into the ring of her right hand.

The woman in white was pale, her eyes were dull, and her face was full of fatigue.

"This is a gift of thanks, and it can be regarded as an apology... In any case, it is not good to eavesdrop on Mr. Lu Jing's words."

Pei Yingui talked to himself, as if trying to convince himself.

But she seemed to have forgotten that in her original plan, Lu Jing taught her characters and taught her to practice the magical powers in the ancient book. In this way, Lu Jing naturally also learned the magical powers in the ancient book, which in itself is a kind of gratitude.

Many things in the world are like this, under the entanglement, there are always some extra paths.

These roads may be overgrown with weeds, or they may be a road that has been stepped on inadvertently.

But when spring is approaching, when the rain falls, many flowers will bloom unexpectedly on both sides of the road.

Lu Jing had no idea what Pei Yingui, a neighbor, had done.

He chatted with Qingyue for a while, then went out to buy a few pots of Yanglu Sake on Yanglu Street, and made a special trip to the east of the city to buy some braised beef.

He carried the pot and the beef and left the city.

A sword light surged, and the black sandalwood sword appeared at Lu Jing's feet.

Lu Jingyuan's heart was moved, and Mu Jian led him all the way to Jiaoshen Mountain.

Jiaoshen Mountain is actually a continuous mountain range with continuous ups and downs and many towering peaks.

Lu Jing took the sword to go to Jiaoshen Mountain, naturally he wanted to go to that ice peak.

"The end of the year is approaching, let's go and see Mr. Four."

Lu Jing thought so in his heart.

At this time, he is not only Mr. Shulou, but also wears a black sandalwood sword at his waist. His proud and powerful Fuguang Sword Qi also comes from Mr. Si's human sword energy.

And more importantly, Mr. Si's words of sword energy engraved on the ice peak are usually crying blood.

In just a few words, it tells the difference between the sky and the earth, and it also tells the blood and tears in the mortal world.

If Lu Jing was originally born in Taixuanjing, originally in a wealthy family with strict hierarchy, maybe he would not have any extra gratitude when he read Mr. Si's words, because his thoughts would be restricted here.

But the problem is... Lu Jing's soul comes from another world.

That world has many bad things and many shortcomings, but for Lu Jing, it is still worth missing.

Although there is no great harmony in the world, and there are many problems, big and small, where he lives, but there will never be a high-ranking person who builds a palace with bones and flesh.

Lu Jing has seen a better world than this, so he always feels uncomfortable with many things in this world.

It was also because of this that he had a lot of respect for Mr. Si who was born here and could have stood on the clouds overlooking the world, but chose to look down at the blood and tears of mortals.

"It's better than those people whose articles talk about the peaceful world and refuse to look down at the world."

Lu Jing's mind was full of thoughts, and he walked with the sword, passing by mountain peaks in a blink of an eye, passing by many desolate or majestic scenes, and flying in front of those ice peaks.

These ice peaks have long been covered by snow that never melts all year round.

Even in the scorching heat, Bingfeng still has gray hair.

From a distance, there was nothing surprising about the ice peak where Mr. Lu had engraved words, but today when Lu Jing came, he saw a woman.

Although there was a distance, with Lu Jing's eyesight, he could see at a glance that the woman was wearing a light-colored long brocade dress inlaid with silver threads.

The blue silk thread embroiders meandering and smooth lotus fish on the fabric, which seems to be embroidered with rippling waves.

Her hair is long and falling, and she has casually pulled up a bouquet of flowers. Apart from that, she has no other accessories, which looks quite fresh.

And the woman's face is also very good, her black eyebrows are light, her cherry lips are not dyed but red, she is delicate and upright, her temperament is brilliant, and she is so beautiful that she can't eat fireworks.

Lu Jing was a little surprised, and his eyes fell on the woman's waist again.

At the woman's waist, there was a long and thin blue sword. There was no sunlight at this time, and the scabbard of the long sword was also very simple.

But for some reason, when Lu Jing saw the blue long sword, his heart skipped a beat.

At this moment, this dusty woman was standing in front of the ice peak, her eyes were closed, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

She should have realized something, and she was already in a trance. She didn't open her eyes until Lu Jing fell into the distance of hundreds of feet around her, and looked at Lu Jing.

It wasn't until this moment that Lu Jing remembered that he had seen this woman.

Before he went to Wulong Street to give gifts to the Li family in Xuandu, when he walked out of Wulong Street, the woman and the star-bearing general Ye Sheyu stood on the branches of the locust tree that could almost block out the sky and looked at him.

When Ye Sheyu came to talk to him, he didn't ask too many questions.

Thinking about it now, isn't the other person on the locust tree the woman on the ice peak here?

There was someone on the ice peak, and it was a woman, so Lu Jing was not restrained.

The black sandalwood sword flashed with light, and it had landed in front of the ice peak.

With a sword on her waist and the ability to come to this inaccessible ice peak, the woman in front of her must be a practitioner.

The female practitioners of Dafu do not stick to too many etiquettes.

And... Lu Jing discovered that this woman had never stood under Mr. Si's words of sword energy at this time, and what she was reading was not the notes left by Mr. Si.

Instead, he stood in front of his four lines of text.

In this way, Lu Jing commemorated Mr. Si with wine and meat in front of the ice peak, and it was not considered a disturbance.

...

Nan Heyu was a little flustered.

For a long time, she has come to practice in front of Bingfeng almost every day.

At first, it was for Mr. Mingwu Si's sword energy, to make his sword way sharper, and to prove himself.

Since Mr. Lu Jing can clearly understand the sword energy in this world, and she has a sword heart, if she works harder, she should gain something.

But later... Not far from Bingfeng, Lu Jing crowned the sky with sword energy, and killed Dazhi monk with a heavy sword.

Later, on Wulong Street, Lu Jing never changed his expression in the face of many surging generals, and made a special trip to visit the Li family in Xuandu, in order to cultivate his own spirit!

After that, Nan Heyu suddenly felt that it was not surprising that Mr. Lu Jing could comprehend Mr. Si's sword intent.

Compared with Lu Jing, his temperament is actually much worse.

With such thoughts, Nan Heyu actually let go of a lot of obsessions in her heart.

But maybe because she has been on the ice peak for a long time, Nan Heyu is more willing to come to this ice peak when she is practicing than the Nanguo mansion.

Bingfeng looks lonely, but in fact, you can often see the sunset glow in the sky, and you can see the strange clouds in the sky. Occasionally, the mist between the mountains is thick and thin, and the scene of the sky is refreshing.

In addition, there is no one to disturb here, so Nan Heyu also comes here to practice every day.

A few days ago, Su Houcang of the Great Pillar Kingdom summoned her and told her one thing, Nan Heyu was quite hesitant.

But today, when she saw the four lines written by Lu Jing in Mr. Si's notes, and remembered what Lu Jing said that day at the end of Wulong Street, she seemed to have realized something, and she was a little lost in thought.

But never thought...

While in a daze, a figure that was quite familiar to her came with a sword, and just as she realized it, she landed on the ice peak.

Changing his appearance and deliberately pretending to behave will not help.

Nan Heyu's eyes were surprisingly flustered.

But Lu Jing, who landed on the ice peak, bowed to her as if nothing had happened, and walked towards the place where Mr. Si made notes.

As the long wind blew, his white clothes fluttered, and he was still holding a wine pot in his hand, just like a wine fairy from the sky descending to the mortal world.

I saw that many people were still talking about the things mentioned in this chapter in the background.

In a special period, now I can only see this chapter that I posted, and I can’t see anything posted by others. There is no way to do this. It is estimated that it will be restored on the 1st.

This is also the reason for the character card, please wait patiently.