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

The thirteenth day of the first lunar month.

Now that there are a few strands of spring breeze, everything in the world has a sign of recovery.

But the weather is still cold, especially in the early morning, when the spring breeze blows like a piercing knife, which is better than the winter wind and frost.

In such weather, an old man came to the library in an ox cart.

The driver was dressed in bunt clothes, with a dark face and thick hands and feet. From a distance, he looked like a strong man who had just harvested land.

This robust man drove an ox cart and entered the library. The scholars in the library saw the white cow with white hair and two white horns on its head, and they already guessed who was coming, and they didn't know He stepped forward to bother, but saluted the driver from a distance.

The old man in the car went all the way into the second floor, and then into the self-cultivation tower.

With the support of the strong man, he went up to the fifth floor of the self-cultivation tower.

"It's too high here. When I was young, I was very happy to climb mountains. Now that I am older, I just climbed five floors, and I was out of breath."

This old man is none other than Jiang Baishi, the chief assistant of the dynasty.

Jiang Baishi sat in front of the window on the fifth floor of the Cultivation Tower, and Mr. Guanqi sat opposite him and poured tea for him.

"A person's life is short and insignificant, and a mere hundred years is fleeting. After all, there are only a few people who can survive the thunder disaster with their primordial spirit and build a heaven in a mortal body. After all, there are only a few people who can live for three hundred years."

Jiang Baishi sighed like this, but there was no nostalgia or envy in his eyes: "Compared to most people, I am already over a hundred years old, and I have seen all the things in the world. Sometimes I wake up at night, and I always feel disgusted in my heart. I think that if I can If I just close my eyes, the affairs of this world have nothing to do with me, and I don’t have to worry a lot when I’m old.”

Mr. Guanqi thought for a while, and said to comfort Jiang Baishi: "Jiang Shoufu, there are always heavy things in the world, and there are always light ones.

But for many reasons, there are far fewer easy things in today's world than heavy things.

You have seen the importance of the world all your life, and you will inevitably feel tired in your heart.

Maybe one day, there will be fewer bitter things in this world, and at that time, you may be willing to live a few more years. "

Jiang Baishi was silent for a while, then shook his head and said, "It's difficult."

He only said a word, and then slowly closed his eyes.

The sturdy man driving the car at the side saw Jiang Baishi at this time, and a look of worry flashed in his eyes.

Jiang Baishi sat in front of the table, with his head bowed and his eyes closed. The original power of his thin and short body seemed to have disappeared, and he looked like an ordinary old man.

Mr. Guanqi also stopped talking, and his movements were extremely light when pouring tea, not wanting to disturb the rest of the old man in front of him.

In a blink of an eye, half an hour passed.

Jiang Baishi may have had a bad dream, his body trembled, and his eyes opened instantly.

He took a deep breath: "I have always dreamed a lot, and what I dreamed were all disgusting things."

Jiang Baishi paused for a moment, his eyes gradually sank: "I dreamed that decades ago, the Huangtao River broke its embankment, and the water of the long river seemed to come from the sky. In just a moment, it flooded Beiluo Road and Jiangnan. road.

Vaguely, I saw above the Huangtao River, a figure stirring up the storm and digging for the source of the spiritual tide. "

Mr. Guanqi, who always had a gentle face, his eyes became colder, he looked out the window to see the beautiful scenery in the library, and said softly: "The spiritual wave broke out, and the immortals from the sky fell to the mortal world to pick the fruit of the spiritual wave.

The heavenly gate opens, and the immortals fall into the mortal world, and the price is extremely high. They can pay the price, but how can the mere disasters in this world, the lives of hundreds of millions of people, come into their eyes? "

A gleam of light suddenly flashed in Jiang Baishi's aging eyes. He looked at Mr. Chess Watch and said, "So, do you agree with the chess game I have laid?"

Mr. Guanqi thought for a while, and said frankly: "There are not a few strong people in the world, and each has his own plan and philosophy.

The library has always advocated inclusiveness of all things. Master Shoufu set up a chess game and wanted to invite immortals into the game, which is naturally very good.

It's just that the general situation in the world is not yet stable, and cutting off the immortals rashly may be counterproductive. "

Master Shoufu also nodded seriously when he heard Mr. Guanqi's point of view, and then sighed: "I also want to plan for hundreds of years, so as to ensure that nothing will go wrong.

It's a pity that mortal creatures have lives, and my time is approaching, and my bones will eventually be buried in the loess. Time...is no longer enough. "

Mr. Guanqi looked at the old man in front of him with some admiration in his eyes.

The old man was originally just a long-term worker in a wealthy gentry's family. Later, because of amnesty, he was exempted from slavery and was able to study in Xuandu at the age of sixteen.

After years of scientific examinations, it was not until the age of thirty that he was admitted to Jinshi, but he never thought that Taixuan's Beijing etiquette system was almost insane. Jiang Baishi was deprived of his Jinshi status.

The old man had nowhere to display his ambitions in his life, and he left Taixuanjing in despair.

He went back all the way, accompanied by the white bull, experienced many turmoil, saw the changes in the world, and knew the suffering of the people.

Later, Mr. Shu Louda publicly criticized such a strict etiquette system, taking Jiang Baishi as an example, saying: "My father's name is Jin, so I can't be a Jinshi. If my father's name is Ren, isn't it human?"

With this remark, Jiang Baishi rekindled hope, and still led the white bull into Taixuanjing, won the number one scholar, and entered the court.

Now, tens of years have passed, the down-and-out scholar who once traveled thousands of miles and read thousands of volumes of books is now holding a chess piece in his forehand, leading Ming Yujing from the sky into the game step by step.

This is also the reason why Mr. Guanqi admires the chief assistant in front of him.

"Waste my life, if I can really leave a spiritual wave for the people of the world, my life will not be in vain.

It's just...now there is still a lack of a knife to kill immortals. "

Jiang Baishi's eyes gradually became serious, and he said to Mr. Guanqi: "Sir, do you think who among the world's heroes can enter my game and open up a life for the world?"

Mr. Guanqi was silent and did not answer.

Jiang Baishi asked again: "I don't know if that Lu Jing can wield Mr. Si's sword?"

Mr. Guanqi was still silent, and after more than ten breaths passed, he opened his mouth and said: "Lu Jing is still young, he is only seventeen years old, even though he has cultivated to the realm of Shenhuo, his combat power is even better than many of his peers. .

It's just that if you want to kill the immortal, you should have the ambition to kill the immortal in your heart. If you are pushed onto the chessboard by others and become a puppet for killing the immortal, it will actually harm him. "

At this point, Mr. Guanqi said with the same solemn tone: "Although Lu Jing is not my disciple, I brought him into the library, and I also feel that he has a unique temperament. Give it to him, so that he can write with heart.

And Lu Jing also let me see some hope, so I am willing to speak with my soul and no longer hold the precept of keeping my mouth shut.

He is Mr. Floor 2 of my study building, and he will enter the third floor soon. Maybe one day he will enter the fourth floor and wield the sword of Mister Fourth.

Jiang Shoufu, he is from my library, how could he become a puppet for no reason? "

Mr. Guanqi asked.

Jiang Baishi shook his head: "It's too early now, maybe it's not Lu Jing who killed the immortal...Luo Shangyan on Yuxing Island has also entered the eyes of the sage, Mr. Guanqi, entering this game is a great opportunity in itself.

And since he could contribute to the world's creatures, with Lu Jing's heart, he would always be willing. "

"His current cultivation level is not considered tyrannical, but he has great talent. Maybe after a while, he will be able to enter the seventh realm with a sky-high posture like the Marquis of Zhongshan, and even become one of the few young men in the world. strong.

Before that, he would naturally go through a lot of tempering, and he could only enter the game after going through all these trials. "

When Jiang Baishi said this, he paused for a moment, and then continued: "Neither the Seventh Prince, the Shaozhu Kingdom, nor Chu Guogong are not ordinary people.

The young man's journey has come here, and he has stood against many people. Let's see if Lu Jing can go all the way to the end. "

Mr. Guanqi flicked his sleeves lightly, his tone rare and indifferent.

"Using heaven and earth as a chessboard, it is naturally very good if you want to seize the foundation of the spirit tide.

But in this way, how many lives will be sacrificed?

If everything is done, it will be done, if it is not done, it will take away the foundation of the world. "

"Besides... a young man should not bear such important responsibilities."

Jiang Baishi did not continue to answer this time, but stood up tremblingly, and walked down the cultivation tower.

"Everyone has their own aspirations, but for the sake of the general trend of the world, sometimes personal aspirations are not that important."

Jiang Baishi stepped into the ox cart, the white ox that was grazing raised its head and looked at the cultivation tower.

Mr. Guanqi is standing in front of the window, watching the white bull.

The white bull nodded slightly towards Mr. Guanqi, and then dragged the cart away.

Jiang Baishi sat on the bullock cart, opened the curtain, and said to the man driving beside him, "Do you think Lu Jing can hold the power of heaven and earth among the two treasures of calling wind and rain?"

The man grinned, turned around and pointed to the Slim Tower, and nodded.

"It seems that Mr. Guanqi feels in his heart that Lu Jing has a bright future ahead.

It's just... There are still many catastrophes in front of us, and Lu Jing needs to go through it himself, and I don't know if he can get to that step. "

"Madman Chu, Master Zhenwu Mountain, Baili Qingfeng, Taichong Dragon Lord."

"This is too Xuanjing, it's going to become a pot of mishmash."

...

In a bamboo forest in the study building, Lu Jing was sitting on the ground alone, spreading out the letter in his hand and reading it carefully.

"Brother Jing, I don't know if you'll be all right after a few months away?

I came to Taihao Que, put on a Taoist robe, and sat in the vast and deserted Taoist temple every day.

The food in the Taoist temple is brought by an endless stream of pilgrims. It is very rich, but not as delicious as the food in the library.

I have been studying the three thousand scriptures all day, but I feel that these scriptures are not as good-looking as the books I read before.

I also often think of Brother Jing. Although Brother Jing has not been with me for a long time, I have not had many friends in my life.

When I was a child, I lived in Taihao Tower, and when I came to Taixuanjing, I stayed in Dongwang Temple all day long. Later, when I went to the library, I could only study in the cultivation tower.

It wasn't until later that you came to the Cultivation Pagoda and talked with Brother Jing every day, that I found it much more interesting.

Up to now, I still remember that you took me to Shihua Pavilion, and sometimes I still wonder if I can go there again in this life.

It's just a pity... I have already put on a Taoist robe. "

"The two teachers said that once I put on Taihao's Taoist robe, I will become Taihao's walking in the world. From then on, I can't get married. I have to let go of worldly thoughts and study Taoism all day long. Maybe there will be great achievements.

I used to look at those picture books all day long, not because I was shameless, but because I felt that there should be a lot of fun in them, but they were too far away from me, so I felt a pity.

It seems a bit trivial to write so much today, I hope Brother Jing can come to Taihao Que to see me if he has time, I am alone every day, I really want to find someone to talk to. "

"By the way, I have been writing letters to Miss Yanrou for a long time. I don't have any other intentions. I just think that writing letters can make me more popular, so that I won't be put on the altar and become a statue..."

This is Chen Xuanwu's letter.

Chen Xuanwu and Lu Jing corresponded every month, and the letters didn't mention any major events, but they were all trivial matters.

But even so, because of such a letter, Lu Jing could clearly realize that Chen Xuanwu, who was now in Taihao Que, really regarded him as a friend.

The relationship between people does not depend on the length of time, but on the word "sincerity".

Chen Xuanwu treats people with sincerity, and every time he writes, he urgently invites Lu Jing to go to Taihao Temple, and the lines are full of cherishing for Lu Jing, his only friend.

"It seems that Brother Xuanwu doesn't seem to be willing to be Tai Haoque's world walker."

Lu Jing looked down at the last line in his heart.

"In fact, I really want to travel around the bustling places in the world, I really want to see the beauties all over the world, I want to get rid of my shy temper, and talk to those beauties boldly."

See here.

Only then did Lu Jing seriously fold the letter and put it in the Yunkong pattern.

He looked up at the sky, it was still early at this time, and he had already finished his homework.

A breeze blew, and Lu Jing's mood moved slightly. In a very short moment, Yuanshen recited the mantra silently and formed a seal.

A gust of wind hits, but it seems to contain a lot of vitality. The vitality is like a sword, easily cutting the real wind.

"Inducing wind supernatural powers."

A ray of light flashed in Lu Jing's eyes, and he was more and more satisfied with the fate of the enlightened person.

And on the palm of his primordial spirit, a stream of vitality is constantly gathering, communicating with the wind blowing knife and the rain calling sword, and it seems to be connecting with the heaven and the earth, hooking an extremely thick vitality.

"Borrowing yuan from the sky is much more difficult, but it has achieved a little success."

Lu Jing thought so in his heart.

But around his soul, there was a gust of wind and rain one after another, and the vitality between the heaven and the earth flowed into his soul continuously, and flowed into the divine fire on the soul.

"What kind of mysterious book is this?"

Lu Jing was practicing in the bamboo forest when a voice suddenly came from behind him.

Lu Jing restrained his soul and turned his head to look, only to see a tall man in Tsing Yi, with a beard on his face, sitting in the distance, asking questions.

What surprised Lu Jing even more was...

In front of the man not far away, there was a bonfire and a rabbit, which seemed to be roasting meat.

The bonfire was burning very vigorously, and fat dripped from the inside of the rabbit meat, obviously it had been roasted for a long time.

But... Lu Jing sat here for half an hour, but he didn't notice it at all.

"Your soul cultivation secret book is quite strange.

It looks very complicated, but every spell and every seal is just right, which coincides with the laws of the heaven and earth. In addition, your talent is good, and the speed at which you refine your vitality and turn it into wind and rain is also commendable. "

While grilling the meat, the man turned around to talk to Lu Jing.

"This practice method is called the Sutra of Calling Wind and Rain, and it was bestowed by the sage in Taixuan Palace."

Lu Jing didn't hide it, and everyone in Tai Xuanjing knew about it.

Practitioners who participated in the Yuanshen Examination and the Second Martial Dao Examination have also comprehended the Sutra of Calling Wind and Rain.

It's just that Lu Jing was the only one who got the essence.

Even people like Xu Xingzhi and Nan Heyu can only get one of them, and never combine the two into one.

The man glanced at Lu Jing's Wind Husking Knife and Rain Calling Sword at Lu Jing's waist, and a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes.

He thought for a moment, picked up the roasted rabbit, came to Lu Jing, tore off a large piece of rabbit meat and handed it to Lu Jing.

"You have to remember Mr. Guanqi."

The two sat casually, while the rough man ate rabbit meat, he said vaguely to Lu Jing: "Mr. Guanqi has a lot of heart for you, and I hope that you will have the talent to ride a dragon and soar to the sky in the future.

Over the past few decades, he has been sitting in the cultivation tower, and he has done many things and lived many lives while keeping his mouth shut.

If he will leave in the future, don't forget him. "

These words made Lu Jing a little stunned, and immediately frowned, and asked, "I don't know who the senior is?"

But the man shook his head and said: "I am a good friend of Mr. Guanqi, and I came to this library to see him."

The man didn't answer, and Lu Jing didn't ask any more questions, but there was some worry hidden in his heart.

"Don't forget Mr. Guanqi? Mr. is now in Xuandu, and I am also in Xuandu. I can see him every day..."

Lu Jing was full of thoughts.

That rabbit was quickly eaten by the man.

Only then did Lu Jing realize that when the ashes were all gone, the skewered meat turned out to be a piece of emerald jade, and when viewed from a distance, the light of the morning sun was still reflected on it.

"After more than ten years, Mr. Guanqi at that time was the most romantic in Dafu, independent of the world, dressed in white neon clothes, the most famous oiran in Taixuanjing sang lyrics for him, wishing for the southwest wind, and dying into the king's arms .

Now he had a smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes. The suffering in this world and Mr. Si's death seemed to have overwhelmed him. "

"And in this Taixuanjing, once a person leaves, no one will miss him.

So in the future, if no one in Taixuanjing really remembers Mr. Guanqi, you should always remember, after all, he has high hopes for you. "

That man looked majestic, and he didn't look like a trivial person, but at the moment he was talking nonsense, not allowing Lu Jing to interrupt.

In the distant sky, clouds and mists piled up, as if brewing the last snow before the arrival of spring.

After hearing the words of the mysterious man in front of him, Lu Jing felt a little uneasy.

And the man finished eating the rabbit meat, wiped the green jade stick in his hand, and just waved his hand gently, and left alone.

Lu Jing thought for a while, wrapped up the uneaten rabbit meat in his hand, and went to the cultivation tower.

In the self-cultivation tower, Mr. Guanqi is studying.

When he saw Lu Jing coming, his eyes became softer: "Sit down."

Lu Jing smiled at Mr. Guanqi, and said, "Sir, I met your friend on the road, and he gave me some rabbit meat, which happened to be a side dish."

The two sat opposite each other and poured two glasses of sake.

There is not much rabbit meat, and only rabbit bones are left after a few mouthfuls per person.

Mr. Guanqi looked at Lu Jing who was really pouring wine for him, and suddenly said: "Mr. Jiu said that your Fuguang Jianqi rises eastward, can turn into Dongjun hanging in the air, and shine all over the world, but I have never seen it. "

Lu Jing poured the wine very carefully, not a drop of water splashed on the table.

Hearing Mr. Guanqi's words, he put down the jug and flicked his fingers lightly.

In Mr. Guanqi's wine glass, a fiery sword energy condensed and formed, and after a flash, it turned into Dong Jun and shone on the wine glass.

This kind of small sword light has the power of the sun, the sword energy is soaring, the fine wine in the wine glass is like a sea surface, and Dong Jun's sun shines down, almost boiling.

Mr. Guanqi looked at Fuguang and Dongjun with sudden determination in his eyes.

He introduced the boiling wine into his mouth in one gulp, and the hot wine entered his throat, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

But Mr. Guanqi still stood up without changing his face.

"Fu Guang Jian Qi has become a climate, you come with me."

Mr. Guanqi stood up and strode towards the stairs.

Today's Mr. Qi Guan moves in a hurry, not as leisurely as in the past.

Lu Jing was a little surprised, but he still stood up and followed behind Mr. Guanqi.

Mr. Guanqi walked down the Slim Pagoda, walked through a field full of flowers, passed through a bamboo forest, and finally came to a hill.

Lu Jing had visited that hill once before.

When he first entered the library, Mr. Guanqi once brought him here to see Mr. Si's tomb.

The black sandalwood sword that Lu Jing placed carefully in the Yunkong pattern now was obtained from this.

Up to now, Mr. Guanqi brought Lu Jing to this place again, and the hills have become much more barren. It is clear that the four seasons of the book building are like spring, flowers bloom all the time, and the trees are always flourishing.

But this place is like a cold wind, and the vegetation is withered.

"Before you asked me if you could come to visit Mr. Si's tomb before he was buried, but I didn't agree."

Mr. Guanqi looked down at this shabby-looking tomb, and said, "Actually, it's because this tomb does not contain Mr. Si's bones.

What is buried in it is Mr. Si's incomplete sword bone. "

After thinking about it, Lu Jing asked, "Where did Mr. Si's bones go?"

Mr. Guanqi became indifferent, and said: "Mr. Si once went to heaven, and some immortals in the sky hated Mr. Si to the bone, so Mr. Si died, and his bones were taken by those immortals again, and entered the Tianguan again."

Lu Jing frowned and remained silent.

Mr. Guanqi shook his head, and said: "It's okay, Mr. Fourth is valuable in his soul, in his spirit, and in acting with his heart.

He once said when he was there that his body was worthless, as long as he left behind a sword bone, the immortals in the sky would never dare to forget him. "

"And that sword bone is buried here... Lu Jing... Can you perceive anything from it?"

Lu Jing looked down at Mr. Si's tomb.

That tomb was unremarkable, and there was no vitality fluctuation in it, let alone any sword energy.

Just as Lu Jing was about to shake his head, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and remembered the ice peak on the Jiaoshen Mountain.

That ice peak was once the place where Mr. Si practiced his sword, and many words were engraved on the ice peak. It was in those words that seemed to record trivial daily life, but the lines were filled with the blood and tears of ordinary people, Lu Jing realized the sword spirit of supporting the light.

The sword energy comes out to support the light, and Dongjun hangs the scorching sun.

The exuberant sword light illuminates this world, and the Fuguang sword energy is born out of the human sword energy, so it naturally has the same courage.

So Lu Jing reached out and pulled out the Rain Calling Sword from his waist.

The Rain Calling Sword was pure and white. When Lu Jing placed his right hand on the Rain Calling Sword, a sharp sword light disappeared in an instant, making the Rain Calling Sword even whiter.

And Lu Jing remembered the words Mr. Si carved on Bingfeng.

I remembered Mr. Si said that a big fire would also ignite in the capital and burn down a common people's shop...

Thinking of what Mr. Si said, this world is really boring, and people who cry aloud on weekdays can only die in crying in the end.

Those words represent the coldness of the world, and to clear away the coldness, only the bright light seems not enough.

"Where there is light, there must be heat."

Lu Jing's thoughts reached this point, and a Great Ming King Yantian faintly appeared behind the Yuanshen.

At the same time, the Calling the Wind and Rain Sutra continues to operate.

The vitality turned into wind and rain, watering the divine fire in Lu Jing's Yuanshen.

King Daming's divine fire drew streamers of light, pouring into the Rain Calling Sword in Lu Jing's hand.

All of a sudden, the Rain Calling Sword shone brightly.

A sword light soared from it, shining high on the tomb.

Chi!

The expression of the chess watcher on the side changed, and he keenly felt a soft humming sound coming from the tomb.

"The sword bone, Mr. Si's divine fire, and the sword energy he has been brewing for a lifetime."

Lu Jing took a deep breath and slowly saluted towards the tomb.

On this hill, except for Lu Jing's sword light, which was slightly bright.

Everything else is completely as usual, the spring breeze falls into the hills and turns into a cold wind, the grass and trees are withered and yellow, and everything seems to have lost its vitality.

Only at this moment, Lu Jing's eyes were full of admiration and pity.

"If Mr. Si is alive, he may be able to reach a higher level. It is not his limit to climb to the sky."

Lu Jing thought so in his heart.

On the other hand, Mr. Chess Watcher looked at Lu Jing.

He could clearly see that in this tomb, there were faint flames flickering, falling into Lu Jing's soul.

In that tomb, there was only one sword bone and one sword energy left.

Mr. Si's magic fire has disappeared without a trace.

Mr. Guanqi nodded slightly, patted Lu Jing on the shoulder, and said, "The sword bone and sword energy are still a little far away from you, let's go... I hope you can achieve great sword skills next time you come here. The sword energy reflects the stars."

Lu Jing sensed the scorching aura in the primordial spirit, and saluted to Mr. Si's tomb.

"You have cultivated the light-supporting sword spirit, recognized Mr. Si's ideas, and you have a mind-holding pen. Now you are walking on the road of obtaining Mr. Si's sword bone and sword energy...

You are already a disciple of Mr. Four. "

As Mr. Guanqi said, the two walked side by side, an elder and a young man, looking at the beautiful scenery of the library from a distance, and strolled away.

For many young people, it is a great blessing to have an elder who knows you, teaches you, and supports you on your way.

——

Xuandu Li's family.

Li Wuhuang stood on the tall building, looking at Li Yushi's residence from a distance.

The man has died, and the mansion has hung up white lanterns and white cloths, but Li Yushi's pavilion is still as usual.

In front of Li Yushi, Li Wuhuang was not very close to him, they were both siblings, but the family relationship between the children of the big family was always a bit weak.

But now that Li Yushi is dead, Li Wuhuang always thinks of the scene of him playing with Li Yushi when he was a child.

He even remembered calling the two of them to the bed before his mother passed away.

At that time, the mother felt that Master Li Yu and his students should take care of Li Wuhuang because they were men, so she carefully told Master Li Yu to treat her sister well in the future, and one day when her sister married, he would become her support.

At that time, Li Yushi was still young, so he just cried and nodded, and took the initiative to hold Li Wuhuang's hand.

But Li Wuhuang didn't expect that...he was about to get married and would become the prince and concubine. The younger brother who had promised to be her depended on was no longer here.

Because of this, Li Wuhuang's eyes were bloodshot, and his pale complexion was more gloomy and cold.

"Brother..."

Li Wuhuang called softly.

In front of a small pond farther away, Li Guanlong was uncharacteristically, he rolled up his trousers and walked into the small pond.

A golden carp flicked its tail and kept swimming beside him.

Standing in the water, Li Guanlong seemed to have lost all his majesty. He heard Li Wuhuang's call and turned his head to look.

Li Wuhuang gritted her teeth tightly and stared at him.

After a few breaths of time passed, Li Wuhuang said with strong hatred in his tone, "Brother, you are from the Dafu Shaozhu Kingdom, and you are a well-known strong man in the world.

I will become the prince and concubine, the seventh prince will stay in the palace for a long time, but people in the world dare not disrespect him.

But Lu Jing...he killed Master Yu. "

Li Wuhuang's voice was extremely depressed, and he was panting heavily when speaking.

Li Guanlong looked at Li Wuhuang at this time, frowned, and finally said: "Don't lose your composure."

Li Wuhuang was a little stunned, but the sound of a mountain collapsing came from her ears, which reminded her instantly that the person who spoke not far away was the head of the Li family, Li Guanlong who once watched the old real dragon!

She hastily lowered her head and pursed her lips, but there was still stubbornness in her eyes.

Li Guanlong no longer looked at Li Wuhuang, he lowered his head to fish out the goldfish from the small pond.

The palm-sized goldfish scales shone brightly and fell into Li Guanlong's hands, still flapping their tails.

Li Guanlong's voice also came leisurely at this moment: "Lu Jing will always die, you don't have to worry."

Li Wuhuang opened his mouth, but when he looked up, he happened to see Li Guanlong gently toss the goldfish in his hand upwards.

Instantly...

A burst of golden mist shone, and the goldfish was thrown into the void. In an instant, it became extremely large, and then turned into a shining golden dragon!

The golden dragon roared and roamed in the vast Li Mansion.

The two dragon horns drew vitality, and the dragon scales seemed to be extremely hard.

"If Lu Jing enters the game, he will die. If he does not enter the game, we will wait for him for a few more days."

With his hands behind his back, Li Guanlong said in a cold voice, "There is a type of people in Taixuanjing who always make mistakes.

For example, Guan Changsheng in the library.

For example, Nan Fengmian of Nanguo Gongfu.

Or... that young leader, Lu Jing! "

"Once you make a mistake, you will always pay the price with your life."

Li Guanlong was imposing, and slowly stretched out a finger.

Originally roaring in the sky, the golden dragon with its vast coiled body came from top to bottom, and dropped its huge dragon head in front of Li Guanlong.

Take the initiative to touch Li Guanlong's finger with the dragon horn.

Li Wuhuang opened his mouth, and a stern look flashed in his eyes.

The murderer should pay with his life.

What's more, what Lu Jing killed was Li Yushi from the Li family in Xuandu!

Anyone who kills the nobles of the Li family will surely die.

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