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

The setting sun hangs the shadows of the twin towers upside down, and the evening wind blows away the smoke of thousands of families.

Yu Qixiang took Xu Wugui and Zhuo Yaoluo together for a walk in the street.

With a pure smile on her face, the girl looked at the lights of thousands of houses on both sides of the street at dusk.

In this shop, a family of three cooked fish, and the aroma of mandarin fish wafted out, creating a happy family scene.

In another small courtyard, the father of the family was disciplining the child who had run away from private school today. The child cried loudly, but Yu Qixiang laughed even more happily.

Not far away, a single mother was washing clothes by the Zhutai River. It was not a good time to do laundry in the evening, and there was a little daughter standing beside her, wrapped in a thick cotton coat, looking at her mother pitifully.

"I'm going to see your uncle tomorrow. If you dirty your clothes at this time, if you don't do it tomorrow, I won't take you there."

"Mom, I didn't mean to..."

...

Thousands of fireworks, like thousands of scenes, fell into the eyes of Yu Qixiang and Xu Wugui.

Although Xu Wugui was young, seeing the thick smoke and fire, his eyes became a little lonely, but he stubbornly remained silent.

At this time, Zhuo Yaoluo was only as big as a thumb, sitting on Xu Wugui's shoulder, he didn't care about these things, he just stared at his legs and counted the stones on his body.

The one who likes to watch these the most is Yu Qixiang.

He took Xu Wugui to the streets every day, and after playing, he ate some famous snacks of Taixuanjing, and occasionally went to see the famous scenery of Xuandu.

She also likes Xu Wugui and Zhuo Yaoluo very much, and plays with them every day. The great sage of Zhuxing Mountain who once entered the Dragon Palace, killed the Dragon King, and caused a lot of trouble is after all just a fifteen-year-old. A girl at the age of 50 is not mature enough, and she also likes to play around. Occasionally, she misses her relatives far away, or feels a little bit reluctant to part with this world.

Therefore.

Yu Qixiang, who has been living in Lu Jing's small courtyard for half a month, is even more greedy for fireworks in the world.

Especially when she sees the reunion everywhere in the streets and alleys of this city, she always thinks in her heart, if her father is not King Chong'an, the world's martial arts leader, her mother and elder brother are also like the well-to-do people in Taixuanjing. A small courtyard, or a few tile-roofed houses, and a family of four can guard the years and months, happiness and well-being, how good would that be?

The disputes in the world have nothing to do with them.

But Yu Qixiang thought about it again, and remembered the tragic situation in the Beique Dragon Palace, and hesitated again in his heart.

"If I hadn't been the daughter of King Chong'an, if I hadn't dreamed of Gushe Shenren, then the teacher's blood feud would be over, and the people who died in the Beique Dragon Palace would only turn into unjust souls and drowned In the Beique Sea Dragon Palace, no one will think of them in lifetimes."

Just like in the three prefectures of Chong'an, Yu Qixiang once turned his back on the people in it, shouldered the responsibility of the princess, and went to battle to kill the enemy.

Yu Qixiang always felt in his heart that since he did something wrong, he would have to pay the price, but the vast Dragon Palace was full of human heads, and the evil Dragon King never blessed the people with good weather, he only cannibalized people, and the court did not add much. If you want to control it, then there must always be someone to take care of it.

And she is the daughter of the King of Chong'an, and many soldiers of the three prefectures of Chong'an fought bravely, and countless men and women sacrificed countless lives, just to keep the countless people in this Dafu.

But if... these people will eventually fall into the belly of the dragon and be crushed by the sharp dragon teeth, then the death of the soldiers outside the border will be meaningless.

"Fortunately, I'm the daughter of King Chong'an, so I can kill a dragon king in this life, and I've earned it."

Yu Qixiang pouted, and brought Xu Wugui and Zhuo Yaoluo back to the courtyard.

The weather was fine today, with clear skies and few clouds and fog. It seemed to be welcoming the coming of spring.

It's just that the night was approaching, but a large cloud came from nowhere, covering half of Taixuanjing, so the night seemed darker and darker.

The stars and the moon could not be seen in the sky, and it was dark and oppressive, which seemed quite depressing.

Yu Qixiang ate the dinner prepared by Qingyue, read a book with Xu Wugui for a while, and played Ye Mingzhu with Zhuo Yaoluo for a long time.

It's just that today is different from the past, the smile on Yu Qixiang's face seems a bit far-fetched.

She looked at the sky from time to time, only to feel that under the thick dark clouds, there was a pair of murderous eyes hidden, those eyes fell directly on her body, as if they were going to crush her easily.

But there was no fear in Yu Qixiang's eyes, she never regretted what she did at the beginning.

only……

Yu Qixiang looked at the yellow flower that was planted together with Qingyue more than ten days ago in the courtyard, and then looked at the cozy small courtyard, feeling more and more reluctant.

The displacement for more than half a year made Yu Qixiang very homesick.

It wasn't until she came to Taixuanjing, entered Lu Jing's courtyard, and accompanied Qingyue, Zhuo Yaoluo, Xu Wugui, Pei Yingui, and Hancai every day, that she felt a little more at ease.

The long shadow still weighed on the young girl, making her breathless.

And the arrival of dark clouds after today made Yu Qixiang even more worried.

After thinking for a while, she quietly entered Qingyue's room and left a hairpin for Qingyue.

That hairpin was given to her by her elder brother, and she thought that when she was in age, her mother would tie up her hair in person, so she could use this hairpin.

"I don't know if the pain on my brother's body is better."

Thinking in this way, Yu Qixiang left another jade pendant for Xu Wugui and Zhuo Yaoluo, and then walked out of Qingyue's room.

She sat in the courtyard and waited for a long time. Lu Jing, who had been studying and practicing in the library, finally came back.

"Why didn't you go out to see the night view of Xuandu today?"

Lu Jing was a little surprised to see Yu Qixiang sitting in a daze in the courtyard, and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you these few days, and I leave early and return late every day, if the princess is here, I will definitely supervise your studies.

Children's play belongs to play, but they can't be too unscrupulous. "

Yu Qixiang came back to his senses, disapproval flashed in his eyes, and he said: "Mr. Jing, after careful calculation, you are only two years older than me. In the final analysis, you can only be considered slightly older than children."

Lu Jing smiled at Mimi and looked at Yu Qixiang, and said, "Although I'm only two years older than you, I'm your mother's friend. If you really want to count carefully, you still have to call me uncle."

Yu Qixiang froze for a moment, looked at the young and overly "uncle" in front of him, and asked impatiently, "Mr. Jing, why did you become friends with my mother? You are actually quite different in age. My mother wasn't really sociable either, and didn't have many friends over the years."

Lu Jing looked at the flowers blooming in the courtyard, and then at Qing Yue who was squatting far away in the kitchen, as if grinding some medicinal powder.

When Qingyue saw Lu Jing coming, her eyebrows were like crescent moons, and she was waving towards Lu Jing.

If Lu Jing came to Qingyue on weekdays, he would definitely run out excitedly.

But today, Qingyue also noticed that something was wrong with Yu Qixiang. Now that Yu Qixiang was talking to Lu Jing, she just watched from a distance, so you don't want to disturb her.

Lu Jing smiled at Qingyue, and then answered Yu Qixiang: "There are all kinds of people in this world, and there are also all kinds of fate. Your mother and I are actually two kinds of people. The reason why we can be friends is maybe Because of fate, maybe because we should have been friends.

Actually...you don't need to think about these things, just remember that I am your Uncle Lu Jing. "

Yu Qixiang wrinkled his nose and said, "Mr. Jing, you're thinking too well. You're only two years older than me, and you want me to call you uncle? It's absolutely impossible."

Lu Jinghun didn't care, and said, "It's up to you. If there is a chance in the future, we will meet your mother together, and be careful of being scolded."

Yu Qixiang shook her head violently, her two braids were floating in the air, she looked extremely unwilling, but the tension in her eyes and the confusion about the way forward were much less.

"It's good luck. There is a mother's friend like Mr. Lu Jing in Taixuanjing, but... I'm afraid he won't be able to meet my mother with me."

Yu Qixiang thought so in his heart, but said in his mouth: "Mr. Jing, the reason why I waited for you in the courtyard today is actually to say goodbye to you."

Yu Qixiang's tone clearly revealed some reluctance.

Zhuo Yaoluo, who was wandering in the soil of the flower garden, suddenly poked his head out.

In the kitchen, Qingyue's movements of grinding the powder also froze slightly.

Lu Jing frowned and asked, "Where are you going? Senior Baili hasn't left the palace yet, so you want to go back to Candle Star Mountain by yourself?"

Yu Qixiang said: "I'm not going to Candle Star Mountain. There are good people among the great saints in Candle Star Mountain, and there are also annoying people. I'm going to go home."

Lu Jing didn't interrupt, but just looked at Yu Qixiang.

Yu Qixiang lowered his head and said: "Sister Qingyue's food is delicious, even better than those made by the old soldiers in the mansion. Zhuo Yaoluo can become as big as the house, but he is like a Like a kitten, very docile, I still remember that I wanted such a cat in the early days.

It's just that one year there was a shortage of food and grass in the three prefectures of Chong'an, and all cats and dogs within a radius of 500 miles were eaten up, and the thought of keeping a cat was gone.

Although Xu Wugui is younger, he is more sensible than me. He studies hard every day. These days, he is also practicing a method of nourishing qi to smooth his own qi and blood. He always thinks that he will travel the world like Sister Pei in the future. Or like you, become a teacher who teaches and educates people. "

"Sister Pei and Sister Hancai have very different personalities, but they are equally kind...

Yu Qixiang counted his fingers and chattered.

Until the end, Yu Qixiang looked at Qingyue in the kitchen and said sincerely: "Mr. Jing, when you have free time in the future, you can also come to Chong'an Sanzhou. Although it is more dangerous there, there are many beautiful scenery to see, such as There is a piece of rapeseed growing in Jiuzhongyuan.

When it comes to the blooming season, there is a sea of ​​yellow flowers, with no end in sight at a glance, and being in it is like being wrapped in golden clouds, which is very beautiful. "

Lu Jing was standing by the garden, listening to Yu Qixiang.

With his head down, Yu Qixiang kept introducing the beautiful scenery of the three prefectures of Chong'an.

From the sea of ​​flowers to Yunshan, to a poplar grove, to a valley where melons can grow, and to a cave where unicorns are said to haunt...

She seemed to be introducing the three prefectures of Chong'an to Lu Jing, and she seemed to be recalling the beauty of her hometown.

She talked for a long time, but she was full of tears.

But this young girl has a strong nature, and because of the tears in her eyes, she refused to look up, and finally went back to the house under the cover of night.

Lu Jing looked at Yu Qixiang's back: "This girl is really homesick."

He thought so in his heart.

The thick and dark clouds and mist in the sky are constantly flowing.

Lu Jing looked up, and felt that there was a creature that seemed to be born with a certain kind of coercion. When he walked in the sky, all kinds of magical powers came into being and circulated around him.

Lu Jing was thoughtful.

It seems that it was the legendary Dragon King of Absolute Beginning who entered Xuandu.

At this moment, Lu Jing, who was about to go back to the main house, suddenly frowned slightly. He said a few words to Qing Yue, and then turned around and left the door.

Walking out of the deep and quiet Kongshan Lane, under the flickering lights of Yanglu Street, there are two figures standing.

The two figures stood side by side, looking at Lu Jing from a distance.

One of them, Lu Jing, was quite familiar with him. He had met him before when he was in Shihua Pavilion.

At this time, Chu Yeshan was still dressed in a gray robe, with a rough face and a burly body, it was hard to think that he was a scholar who had accomplished a lot.

Seeing Lu Jing coming, he saluted Lu Jing from a distance.

The identity of Mr. Lu Jingshulou can make most scholars respect him sincerely.

Even though Duke Chu's mansion stood behind the Seventh Prince, Chu Yeshan had once advised the Seventh Prince, and the Duke of Chu's mansion also sent strong men to kill Lu Jing, among them was Chu Yeshan.

But even though he was an opponent, Chu Yeshan still had respect for Lu Jingxin.

And beside Chu Yeshan, another person dressed in black brocade, with two dragon horns on his head, and a kind of power in his eyes, looked at Lu Jing who was slowly walking out of the empty mountain alley, without saying a word.

"Mr. Lu Jing."

When Chu Yeshan saw Lu Jing coming, he still had a rather heroic smile on his face. He took a step forward and said, "The Seventh Prince entrusted me with the request of the Seventh Prince, and I want to pass an invitation to my husband, and invite him to come. A few days later, the banquet for the opening of the government.

On the 20th day of the first lunar month...

It was the day when the Seventh Prince opened the mansion.

The Seventh Prince, who had spent nine years facing the wall in Zhuzhong Que, was finally about to walk out of the Taixuan Palace and set up a mansion.

Chu Yeshan was speaking, but he was still holding an invitation card in his hand.

Lu Jing took the invitation and opened it carefully, only to find that there were only numbers written on the invitation.

"Mr. Lu Jing, please come to the mansion for a talk on the day the mansion is opened."

"Yuxuan Tower."

Although there were not many words on this invitation card, when these words fell into Lu Jing's eyes, Lu Jing's expression changed slightly.

There are more than twenty characters in this area, all of which are written in cursive by Lu Jing.

Since Lu Jing became famous, Lu Jing's cursive script has become popular in Taixuanjing. I don't know how many high-ranking officials and dignitaries are looking for Lu Jing's calligraphy and copying it every day, hoping to get some charm.

Therefore, Lu Jing's cursive script is also called Jing style.

There are countless people who copy the scenery, but very few people can get the charm.

But the words on today's invitation really have the appearance of sharp sword intent, horizontal strokes, and continuous strokes, and there is a bit of sincerity from Lu Jing.

And other than that...

In the final signature Yuxuanlou, there is still a surging murderous intent, and the continuous murderous intent is mixed in every pen and ink. The pen and ink are like knives and swords, as if they are going to turn into a rain of swords and swords, and blow away Lu Jing's life. .

And this Yuxuan Building is exactly the name of the Seventh Prince.

"In the sharp pen and ink, it seems to be mixed with the thunder that is about to send out. The Seventh Prince's handwriting is not bad."

Lu Jing praised, and then changed the subject: "The thunder was full of murderous intent, but it stopped abruptly. The Seventh Prince specially handed over this invitation, because he wanted to discuss with me the way of killing the primordial spirit?"

Chu Yeshan was also very calm, and replied: "Sir, the Seventh Prince has been in Zhuzhong Que for a long time. In the past six months, your reputation has gradually increased, but he has never seen you. It is for this reason... that he wrote this invitation card with his own hand." , I want to invite you to the mansion to talk to you."

When Chu Yeshan said this, he paused for a moment, and said again: "The seventh prince will wait for you in the mansion. It would be best if the husband can come, but if the husband can't come, the seventh prince will toast you with wine."

Lu Jing was thoughtful.

On the other side, another person with dragon horns looked past Lu Jing and looked straight at the empty mountain alley.

"Yu Qixiang has lived with you for many days?"

This person had his hands behind his back, and the dragon scales between his neck still shone with a strange brilliance.

His eyes were cold, looking at Yanglu Street and Kongshan Lane, as if he was looking at an ordinary world, and he was a fairy god aloof.

A natural power is mixed in it, and it is also accompanied by blood coercion that can make all things bow their heads.

Chu Yeshan, who was on the side, heard this person speak and saw that Lu Jing did not answer, so he took the initiative to smile and said: "Mr. Lu Jing, this is Prince Xuanwei from Taichonghai.

He happened to be a guest at Quechong in Zhuzhong, and today I came to deliver the invitation. He also wanted to see the elegant demeanor of Tai Xuanjing's leader in white, so he came with me. "

Lu Jing was about to speak.

The Xuanwei prince frowned, and said to Chu Yeshan who was beside him: "I have already met this so-called young leader of Taixuanjing, Xiaoguogong, I just came here today to take a look... Central Taichonglong You have already entered Xuandu, and when the eyes of all dragons in the world are on Taixuanjing, where is Yu Qixiang?"

Chu Yeshan stood side by side with Prince Xuanwei, but he didn't care what the Prince of the Central Taichong Dragon Palace said.

Lu Jing raised his eyebrows, looked at Prince Xuanwei up and down, and said, "Prince Xuanwei? We met once more than ten days ago."

More than ten days ago, when Lu Jing went to find Nanfengmian to drink, there were changes and turbulence on the way, and a dragon watched him through the clouds and mist.

That dragon was Prince Xuanwei.

Thinking about it carefully, Prince Xuanwei's gaze at that time was actually a little sad, as if Lu Jing had let him down.

Prince Xuanwei looked at Lu Jing's waist-calling sword and rain-calling sword, and saw the white clothes on Lu Jing's body, but frowned, and said, "Sir, you are the pride of Taixuanjing, and you have the discipline. authority, but now they take in a key criminal who slaughtered the Dragon Palace, have you ever considered that this is not appropriate?"

Standing under the lights, Prince Xuanwei looked extremely tall. He looked down at Lu Jing, and his indifferent gaze fell on Lu Jing as if turning into a strong wind, blowing the white clothes on Lu Jing's body.

Hearing Prince Xuanwei's words, Lu Jing showed some surprise on his face, and asked, "Prince Xuanwei is from Taichonghai?"

Prince Xuanwei remained silent.

Lu Jing asked again: "The Taichong Dragon Palace is the head of the five-party Dragon Palace, and the other four dragon kings are respected by the Taichong Dragon Lord. The Taichong Dragon Palace knows that the North Que Sea Dragon King practiced the blood array with the life of ordinary creatures. Do you want to extend your life with this?"

Lu Jing remained calm, but his eyes fell on Prince Xuanwei, observing the many subtle expressions on Prince Xuanwei's face.

But he never thought that Prince Xuanwei nodded calmly and said: "The Dragon King of Beique was once stabbed by a domineering general and was seriously injured. After suffering for hundreds of years, he could not escape the fate of losing his vitality and dying.

Because of this, I, the eldest prince of Taichonghai, gave him the method of prolonging his life, in order to make him live longer and keep Beiquehai intact, so there is that blood array. "

Chu Yeshan on the side was a little surprised, so he couldn't help turning his head to look at Prince Xuanwei.

Prince Xuanwei seemed to think that such things were quite normal, and there was no trace of strangeness on his face.

Lu Jing, who originally wanted to detect the truth from Prince Xuanwei's expression, couldn't help squinting his eyes.

He looked as usual, and asked again: "Ordinary creatures also have lives, family members, and many fates and emotions involved in the world.

If they died because of this, just to prolong the life of the Dragon King, I am afraid that they are not very willing in their hearts, right? "

Prince Xuanwei heard Lu Jing's question, glanced at Lu Jing, and said, "Lu Jing, I have been in Taixuanjing for more than ten days, and I have read your three thousand words.

But I think your remarks are quite ridiculous. Although the master paused, he ignored the facts. "

"With all the spirits in the world, there are naturally extremely noble ones among people, and that is the many adults who stand on high places in Taixuanjing.

They turn their hands into clouds, turn their hands into rain, and the huge Fu Dynasty runs with their own ideas, which is naturally invaluable.

But among the people, most of them are lowly people. They can't cultivate, they can only work all day long, and live a mediocre life, just to change their stomachs. "

"What's the benefit of these people living in this world? Entering the Beique Sea Dragon Palace, turning into a part of the blood formation, and continuing the life of the Dragon King, can play a great role."

"Lu Jing, you mentioned in your three thousand words that everyone has a life... but there are people with high lives and people with low lives! People with low lives are like weeds. Once you cut off a stubble, another stubble will naturally grow again. Come on, how can their lives be compared with those of dragons?"

Prince Xuanwei didn't hide his words, he turned his head sideways and stared at Lu Jing in front of him, his words were very direct.

"Lu Jing, although you come from an ordinary background and were once expelled from the Taixuan Palace, you have climbed out of the humble soil now, and you have your own nobility.

Now that you are here, you should not classify yourself with those lowly people, otherwise you will become a different kind in the eyes of many people of the same kind, and it will also bring you a lot of trouble. "

At the end of Prince Xuanwei's words, his voice became a little colder, and he looked towards Kongshan Lane: "Since the North Que Sea Dragon King has fallen, the noble dragons in the world cannot die like this, even if she is the daughter of King Chong'an, and pay in blood.

Lu Jing... I heard that you and the concubine are old, but I hope to see you at the Seventh Prince's opening banquet. You shouldn't be in this muddy water. "

Lu Jing listened steadily all the time, occasionally a look of deep thought flashed through his eyes.

Until Prince Xuanwei finished speaking.

Lu Jing finally asked, "But I don't know how many people died when the North Que Sea Dragon King wanted to prolong his life?"

Prince Xuanwei waved his hand, as if he was a little tired of Lu Jing's question: "If they die, they die, who will count their numbers?"

A smile appeared on Lu Jing's face, he nodded and said, "That's right, the high-ranking dragons only killed tens of thousands of ordinary people, so how can they count them? It's too troublesome."

At this time, Chu Yeshan also frowned, looking at Prince Xuanwei beside him.

Vaguely, even Chu Yeshan felt that Prince Xuanwei's attitude towards mortals was somewhat disgusting.

This is tantamount to not caring, as if the attitude of people walking on the road, not knowing how many ants they have trampled to death, made Chu Yeshan, who has always been heroic, feel a little uncomfortable in his heart.

After Lu Jing finished speaking, he just let out a foul breath, still with a smile on his face, turned and walked towards the empty mountain alley.

Prince Xuanwei looked at Lu Jing's back. For some reason, in this short moment, he could detect some charm of the world's sword armor from Lu Jing's back.

This made Prince Xuanwei momentarily stunned.

Since he shook his head slightly, dispelled many thoughts in his mind, and said to himself: The difference is very far, and they must not be compared. "

He still remembered that when the magic spell and the white deer crossed the sky, at the end of the South China Sea, a sleeping old dragon opened his eyes and worshiped the man walking in the void.

The Candle King on the Iron Throne spread out his hands and said, "Being under my command, you can look down on the heaven and earth with me."

The master who had already ascended to the sky, also dropped pen and ink from the sky, and praised...

The whale has not yet swallowed the sea, but the sword energy has already fallen!

At this moment, the young man in the distance is also dressed in white clothes like the sword armor in the world, but in Prince Xuanwei's heart, the two are different.

Lu Jing then returned to Kongshan Lane and entered his own courtyard, but frowned again.

"Where's Qixiang?" He asked Qingyue.

Qing Yue said: "I just went back to the house."

Lu Jing glanced at the wing room, didn't say much, but smiled softly at Qingyue, and said, "Brother Fengmian invited me to have a drink today, you should rest early, and tomorrow you have to go to Mr. Eleven's place."

There are still many messages echoing in his mind.

[Big culprit: Provoke the dragons in the world... get honored [Dragon Slayer]. 】……

...

This night, many things will happen in Tai Xuan Jing.

The clouds and mist in the sky were black and thick, as if a storm was brewing.

In the Taixuan Palace, a middle-aged man dressed in silver armor, with the power of heaven and earth in his eyes, was sitting opposite Baili Qingfeng, who had a free and easy face.

The two sat opposite each other, and the middle-aged man remained silent.

Baili Qingfeng chuckled, and handed the red gourd around his waist to the middle-aged man.

Nan Xuehu was in the Nanguo mansion, but he felt a little worried in his heart. He always felt that with Lu Jing's temperament, there would always be some disturbances.

Nan Fengmian sat cross-legged in the small pavilion, glanced at Nan Xuehu, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, there are already rules in this storm, and since there are rules, Lu Jing won't make a special trip to die."

Nan Xuehu sighed, and said: "Mr. Lu Jing has a straight temper and can't tolerate sand in his eyes. Such a person is naturally worthy of admiration, but he will have to bear many dangers after all."

Nan Fengmian shook his head solemnly. He looked at Nan Xuehu seriously, and said, "Sometimes, the world becomes more beautiful because young people stand up."

"Some people in Xuandu have to take into account the general situation of the world, some feel that the life of the common people is indeed no match for the life of the Dragon King, and some people are too busy helping the world and defending against foreign enemies, so they don't have time to act.

Only the innocent Yu Qixiang felt that the Dragon King shouldn't kill people. She killed the Dragon King and disrupted the situation in Beiquehai, but she was paying for the mortals in the world. If she died alone in Taixuanjing In the spring breeze..."

"not good."

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