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

A vine path is green, and the snow peak is clear at ten thousand points.

In a blink of an eye, it was March.

Spring has come, except for the dozens of white-headed silver mountains on Jiaoshen Mountain, the snow color on the mountains around Taixuanjing has completely dissipated with the passage of dozens of days.

The winter solstice and the spring came again. For the ordinary people outside Taixuan Beijing, it was tantamount to having survived another catastrophe.

And the cold winter days in the past have claimed the lives of many people.

These days, Lu Jing has been studying, teaching, and practicing step by step.

With the blessing of Xianru's fate, Lu Jing has read thousands of classics in the library in just two months.

These classics include annotations on classics, miscellaneous notes of gossip, as well as genuine lone books of learning.

For Lu Jing, reading is not just about increasing his knowledge, nor is it just about understanding many laws in this world.

Reading can also help Lu Jing heal his wounds.

Lu Jing was punched by Li Guanlong before, his soul and body were seriously injured, his blood flowed backwards, and he was in pain all day long.

Even with Qingyue's careful care and the Great Ming King Yantian, Lu Jing's body still recovered quite slowly.

Two months have passed, and the cracks on the snow-capped mountains and the sun are still clearly visible.

But within two months, Lu Jing's Yuanshen had fully recovered.

Great Sage Yantian, King of Ming Dynasty, can not only strengthen the root bones, but also heal wounds.

It's just that Lu Jing Yuanshen's talent is far superior to his own martial arts roots.

His primordial spirit was already solidified, and with the addition of the Great Ming King's Viewpoint and the Immortal Confucian Fate and many other benefits, the speed of recovery was naturally much faster.

When the primordial spirit was fully recovered, Lu Jing, who was sitting in the Hanmo Academy and meditating, kept condensing the vitality in his body.

This burst of vitality is faintly visible, which is different from ordinary ones.

A certain unique aura emerges from it, and it is actually faintly connected with the heaven and the earth.

"Although this supernatural power of borrowing energy from the sky is mysterious and extraordinary, it is extremely difficult to breed a vitality that can communicate with heaven and earth.

And once triggered, it is necessary to re-breed. "

Lu Jing reached out and stretched out two fingers.

The mysterious vitality emerged, as if turning into a dragon, swimming between Lu Jing's fingers.

When this mysterious vitality separated from Lu Jing's soul and floated in the void, the surrounding air was fluctuating.

"This method of borrowing yuan from the sky, and the wish pattern between my eyebrows, are my biggest reliance now."

Lu Jing waved his hand lightly, and the mysterious vitality disappeared at this moment.

At this time, the fragrance of flowers in Lu Jing's room was fragrant.

The thorn rose placed not far away exudes a burst of fragrance, and the delicate and charming petals adorn the elegant room, adding a touch of beauty to the room.

Lu Jing turned his head and looked at the thorn rose, with a smile on his face.

The rose fairy in the thorn rose fell into a deep sleep again, but unlike before, her long hair had turned bright red, coupled with her fair face like jade, she appeared a little coquettish, and she was no longer as sickly pale as before.

"It seems that when she wakes up again, she will be able to fully recover."

The rose fairy has been in this library for a long time. Mr. Jiu and Mr. Changsheng may have known about the existence of the rose fairy, but they didn't say much.

Yuan Zhushan, a monster student, would occasionally take a deep breath when he came to attend classes or passed by Lu Jing's room.

Maybe it smelled some kind of evil spirit emanating from the rose fairy.

"It's time for class."

Lu Jing continued to prepare his homework in front of the table.

Not long after, the disciples of the library had entered Lu Jing's teaching pavilion.

When Lu Jing walked out of the back room, many disciples from the library were already sitting neatly in the teaching pavilion.

Lu Jing looked around, but Yuan Zhushan was nowhere to be seen.

He couldn't help frowning, and asked Jiang Hudao who was sitting in front: "Why did Yuan Zhushan miss class?"

Since Lu Jing started the class, Yuan Zhushan has never missed a class and is very serious.

Among the many students of Lu Jing, Yuan Zhushan and Jiang Hu had Lu Jing's character the most, with a bit of sharpness.

Lu Jing was a little surprised that Yuan Zhushan didn't come here today.

Jiang Hu frowned and said, "Xiu Mu didn't see him yesterday, and I don't know where he went."

Lu Jing nodded slightly, but didn't think much about it.

Shulou disciples are always free, and occasionally have some trivial matters, so naturally there is no need to worry too much.

Under Mr. Jiu's notice, Lu Jing's course work was no longer limited to just teaching the way of brush and ink.

He has the blessing of fate, and he is familiar with many classics. Coupled with the accumulation of previous lives, he has a unique understanding of many classics.

Now Lu Jing's class has become a supplement to other teachers' classes. In addition to teaching cursive script, students can also review other subjects.

Lu Jing works hard for one class every day and rarely misses it.

The disciples of the library have long been familiar with this young gentleman who is famous as Taixuanjing.

Lu Jing's name flourished in Taixuanjing, although it was only a year ago.

However, Lu Jing's honor is not inferior to those who have been famous for a long time.

Coupled with the fact that a person who is known to everyone is worth three thousand words, and Lu Jing's reputation as the leader of the youth, Lu Jing's reputation at this moment is actually comparable to Li Shen, Ji Yuanzhi and other famous scholars all over the world. .

It's just that great Confucians like Li Shen and Ji Yuanzhi moved the world with their knowledge.

Lu Jing, on the other hand, is still the arrogance of Yuanshen martial arts fellow practitioners. He has two treasures of calling the wind and rain, and he holds the authority of the law. Occasionally in the streets and alleys, he can be seen to use the power of law to decide mundane affairs.

not to mention……

There are rumors that Mr. Lu Jing is not yet eighteen years old this year, but he has already reached the extreme state of divine fire, and he can be called a strong man even in this Taixuanjing.

With so many achievements added up, Lu Jing's reputation can be seen.

In this huge Taixuan capital, no one dared to respect Lu Jing.

——Just like the previous one in white with a sword.

Lu Jing still lived a peaceful life. Qingyue studied pharmacology with Mr. Eleven, and occasionally went to Shantang for consultation.

When Qingyue put on a white dress and called for the pulse of those children, there was always someone calling Qingyue "Mr."

Qing Yue always nodded calmly in front of people, and when she returned to the small courtyard, she always wanted to show off around Lu Jing.

She is now... just like the young master, she is a husband.

Lu Jing always had a smile on his face, looking at the happy Qingyue.

The branches of the world, each rides the stream.

Everyone has everyone's opportunities, joys, and sorrows.

Qingyue felt that even if the road ahead was chaotic, if she could walk with the young master, it would be considered a good world.

What's more, the current life is good enough, so good that sometimes Qingyue will wake up from her dream and wonder if she is dreaming.

And some people are still moaning.

Just like the old Zhenwu Mountain Master.

Many days ago, he had already rode a crane down the mountain, all the way to Taixuanjing.

He wanted to take a look at Lu Jing, wanted to find a master for the many powerful Taoism techniques of Zhenwu Mountain, and wanted to find a human walk for Emperor Zhenwu.

It's just dozens of days in a hurry.

The originally solemn and luxurious Taoist robe on Zhenwu Mountain Master's body was a little more wrinkled, and there was still some blood stains on it.

The white crane under him, which had bright feathers like a fairy bird, also became emaciated, its white feathers dimmed, and the long neck of the white crane seemed a little overwhelmed.

Bai He floated in the depths of the white clouds with Master Zhenwu Mountain on his back, looking down at Yanglu Street below.

Master Zhenwu Mountain's eyes were full of regret, and he shook his head.

The white crane fluttered its wings, and finally stopped thinking about it, and flew towards Zhenwu Mountain.

When the white crane flew out of Taixuanjing, another white cloud floated over.

But sitting cross-legged on the cloud was a man with a tall body and starry eyes. The green jade stick in the man's hand was green and bright, like a peerless famous jade.

It was Madman Chu.

Madman Chu sat cross-legged on the white clouds, with one elbow resting on his lap, and holding a green jade staff in the other hand, looking at Master Zhenwu Mountain from a distance.

Master Zhenwu Mountain saw the madman Chu.

The white clouds in front of Kuangren Chu were rubbed up by him, and turned into a snow-covered Cangshan Mountain, and turned into a half moon, resting in the breeze.

Obviously, Chu Kuangren was waiting for Zhenwu Mountain Lord here, and he slept on this cloud before Zhenwu Mountain Lord came.

With the breeze as his pillow and the bright moon as his companion, the snowy Cangshan Mountain turned into his quilt.

This... is the cultivation practice that only belongs to Madman Chu.

So the white crane flapped its wings and flew into the white cloud.

Cangshan, the bright moon, and the cool breeze were all scattered by the white crane's wings.

Chu Kuangren sat hanging in the sky, not angry: "The mountain master is leaving now?"

The Master of Zhenwu Mountain bowed to Chu Kuangren, and said: "It has been more than two months since I went down the mountain. If I don't go back, those monsters at the foot of Zhenwu Mountain will haunt the world."

"Give up?" Madman Chu grinned, turned his head and said, "You have come to Taixuanjing, and after watching Lu Jing for so long, you obviously like Lu Jing very much, but you gave up the idea of ​​taking him as a disciple just because of a trigram? "

Master Zhenwu Mountain smiled wryly: "Wouldn't it be better? Lu Jing is a disciple of the Shulou. If I accept him as an apprentice, those gentlemen on the fourth floor may complain about the poor."

Madman Chu shook his head: "Bai Guanqi didn't intend to take Lu Jing as his disciple, and it's okay for Lu Jing to say that he is a peerless genius.

If Zhenwu Mountain can get such a good disciple, Emperor Zhenwu will have one more real walker in this world.

Lord of the Mountain, are you not moved? "

Master Zhenwu fell silent, until the setting sun hid in Qianshan Mountain, in exchange for a ray of west wind, he looked down at the blood on his body.

This bloodstain was obtained from his divination.

This is the true blood of Mountain Master Zhenwu himself.

"Lu Jing's talent really moved my heart. There are peerless geniuses like Lu Jing in the world, and you can actually count them on one finger."

Chu Kuangren took the words of Zhenwu Mountain Master: "However, there is only one such a peerless arrogance like Lu Jing who has no teacher."

Master Zhenwu Mountain had a sad face, but there was no struggle in his eyes.

"That being said, according to my divination, Lu Jing has entered the chess game. If he inherits my Zhenwu Mountain and becomes the Emperor of Zhenwu and walks around the world, if one day he becomes a sharp blade for killing immortals, those monsters under my Zhenwu Mountain will probably be out of trouble. gone."

Zhenwu Mountain Lord let out a long breath: "I can still live for a while, and I can still suppress it. Emperor Zhenwu has his own authority, and maybe there will be another person who is qualified to be the Mountain Lord."

Madman Chu raised his brows slightly, and said: "Emperor Chongtian and Dafu Shoufu planned to kill the immortals. It started after Lutan fell, and the spiritual tide was stolen, so Lu Jing is not the only pawn to kill the immortals.

The Lord of Zhenwu Mountain, although Lu Jing is extremely talented, he is too young after all, and may not be able to possess the ability to slay the sky when the spiritual tide arrives.

Don't you take a gamble? "

The Chu people said with a smile, persuasive and persuasive.

Master Zhenwu shook his head: "The poor can't afford to gamble."

Madman Chu stopped laughing, shook his head and scolded: "You are as timid as a mouse, what can you do?"

Master Zhenwu Mountain is a monk, and he seems to have a peaceful personality. When he heard the madman from Chu scolding him, he also turned his eyebrows coldly, and said mockingly: "You are the leader of the world's supernatural powers. You can understand the world's supernatural powers at a glance, and you also hold a power of heaven and earth. Yuanqi listens to your orders.

If you cherish your talent, why don't you accept that talent as your apprentice?

With your teaching, maybe he will not be reduced to a pawn for killing immortals, nor will he become a sharp blade only used for killing immortals! "

Madman Chu snorted coldly: "You think I dare not?"

Zhenwu Shanzhu stroked his sleeves, blew his beard and stared: "If you dare, you can go and accept it, why stop me?

I dare not, but I dare not because the monsters under Zhenwu Mountain dare not. If I have no shackles on my body and just follow the Taoism of Emperor Zhenwu, a madman from Chu... Taoists also have tempers, and you are not the only madman in the world. "

Madman Chu stood up and patted the gown on his body, as if he was patting away the stained white clouds.

He looked sideways at Chong'an Sanzhou, and said: "I have been rampant all my life, and there are countless heroes in the world who want to take the head off my neck and use it as a cup for drinking fine wine.

And I still have to go to the appointment, I don't think I will lose, but maybe I will die in Chong'an Sanzhou.

I am not afraid of Emperor Chongtian, nor their chess game of killing immortals, but the Yellow Crane Tower incident let me know... Once you are not alone, you must always consider the people who are with you. "

"If I accept him as an apprentice, but die in Chong'an Sanzhou, the bumps on his road may turn into an abyss of death, which will actually harm him."

When Chu Kuangren said this, he waved the green jade stick in his hand lightly, and said: "Old Taoist priest, when I go to the appointment and return safely, I will definitely accept Lu Jing as my apprentice.

Not for anything else, just for watching Mr. Chess. "

"At that time, even if he already had other masters, I would grab him to my knees."

Master Zhenwu Shan touched Baihe's head in front of him, and said disapprovingly, "Can you survive under King Chong'an?"

"Besides, Emperor Chongtian intends to hone Lu Jing, whether Lu Jing can live to that time is another matter."

Madman Chu waved his green jade staff casually.

A gust of wind hit, rolling the white crane and Master Zhenwu Mountain.

In just an instant, Baihe and Zhenwu Mountain Lord had disappeared.

"This old Taoist is so talkative." Madman Chu cursed secretly, and the white clouds in the distance gathered to support his body.

The white clouds flowed past, heading towards Taixuanjing, until the sky above the Nanguo Duke's Mansion.

In Nanguo's mansion, Lu Jing and Nanfeng sat down and drank together.

Lu Jing opened his clear eyes, different from the usual young and mature. At this time, his face was full of longing, and he listened carefully to Nan Fengmian's words.

Nan Fengmian was talking about strange people and strange things he encountered during his travels, and occasionally talked about some tragic things, the two of them would always be silent for a while and drink a glass of wine.

"Practice hard, don't be lazy."

Nan Fengmian would turn his head away from time to time, scolding Nan Xuehu who was gritting his teeth and practiced his saber, this scene was very enjoyable.

In the distance, Nan Heyu's looming primordial spirit is always watching here.

She always wondered why her sixth uncle, who seemed to have a free and easy temperament, but never had close friendships with others, and who seemed to have a mountain in his heart, liked Lu Jing so much.

And the Chu madman on the white cloud looked at the young Lu Jing and the young Nan Fengmian, and there seemed to be nostalgia in his eyes.

He thought of the scholars who traveled with him to Yellow Crane Tower, Yingwu Island, and even the whole world, and the scallion pancakes in the scholar's backpack to satisfy his hunger.

Weeping willows fly flowers, road villages are fragrant, and wine flags are warm and young.

At that time, he met Mr. Guanqi by chance. He has become famous all over the world and is one of the leaders in the world.

Mr. Guanqi is a romantic and talented man, but because of an ordinary remark by the master of the bookstore, he left Taixuanjing, traveled around the world, and saw things that had never been seen in books.

The two met by chance, drinking all day long to find their way.

Drunk and lying in the mountains, wake up and go on the road.

Looking back now, many years have passed.

He is still the leader of the world's supernatural powers, but Mr. Guanqi is no longer that romantic talent. His youth is not reserved for talents, but between wind and rain, he can change his attitude and become a first-class strong man in the world.

However... what about the strong? There is always helplessness.

Now let's look at Lu Jing and Nan Fengmian in the Southern Kingdom's mansion.

These two people, one big and one small, both have Ling Yunzhi in their hearts, and they can also see the injustice and blood and tears in the world.

"But in the end, will they be like Mr. Guanqi and me?"

Madman Chu hid on the cloud and watched the two drink.

Obviously looking down from top to bottom, but it seems to be hiding behind a dilapidated wall, peeking at the two figures with starlight in their eyes.

Their light shines on Madman Chu.

It made this unrivaled supernatural power leader feel a little dazzling.

Another gust of wind came from a distance.

When the strong wind blew, in the small pavilion of the Nanguo Mansion, the paper that Lu Jing had just written on was blown everywhere, and a few young men in green clothes were rushing to pick it up.

But on the budding stamen in the distance, there is a butterfly standing quietly.

Madman Chu saw the straw paper and also saw the butterfly.

The wind can blow up a lot of straw paper, but it can't blow away a butterfly.

"The strength of life is not in obedience."

There was a smile on the corner of Chu Kuangren's mouth: "It's always good to be energetic."

When the strong wind subsided, Zhenwu Mountain Lord, who had been swept by the wind for many miles, lost his bun and looked a little embarrassed.

But his face was full of smiles, like a child who had succeeded in a scheme.

"Madman Chu's ability to accept Lu Jing as his apprentice is also due to Lu Jing's good fortune. It is by no means burying him."

——

In Hengshan Mansion, in a secret room.

White bones, flesh and blood, skin, long hair, a pungent stench.

Mimi's blood had already turned into black plasma.

Fan Yuan walked into the secret room, but found that he had nowhere to go.

Many people in Hengshan Mansion are already dead.

Even those servants who had sneaked out at night and never brought anyone back were all dragged into this secret room by Gu Chenxiao and became part of the stench of the secret room.

Gu Chenxiao's face was gloomy, his eyes were protruding, and his bright red tongue stuck out from time to time to lick his pale lips.

Perhaps because of gnawing on flesh and blood all year round, his bright red tongue was actually covered with extremely small fleshy thorns.

Fan Yuan looked at the tragic situation in the secret room, and there was no wavering in his eyes.

"Master Gaoli has already arrived at Lingnan Road, and will enter Xuandu soon."

The movements of Gu Chenxiao's subordinates froze slightly, and he suddenly turned his head.

He looked at Fan Yuan, opened his eyes wide, bloodshot eyes almost burst.

"Is it coming? Have you ever brought the bloody coat bestowed by your father?"

Fan Yuan saluted again, and said: "Lord Gaoli brought a blood coat for His Highness, and also brought a moon wheel for Emperor Dafu Chongtian."

"Moon...moon wheel?"

Gu Chenxiao interrupted Fan Yuan's words suddenly, even the dagger in his hand fell into the flesh and blood.

Fan Yuan nodded, but even he didn't know what a moon disc was.

The madness in Gu Chenxiao's eyes disappeared instantly when Fan Yuan uttered the word "Yuelun".

What the moon represents, even in the vast country of Qi, only a few people know.

But it was enough to make Gu Chenxiao shiver again and again.

"What is the father going to do? He actually sent the moon wheel evil thing to Taixuanjing?"

But immediately Gu Chenxiao laughed again, laughing even more wildly.

"In any case, what my father did is a great thing for me!"

"With this credit, what do I eat a few sheep on weekdays?

Gao Li entered Xuandu, Lu Jing..."

Gu Chen laughed hysterically.

At this moment, Fan Yuan seemed to have heard something, first saluted Gu Chenxiao, and then walked out of the secret room.

Not long after, Fan Yuan came again frowning.

Gu Chenxiao looked at Fan Yuan, and Fan Yuan said, with some doubts in his tone: "A few men in black came and brought... more than a dozen women."

"It's just that they are all wearing prison clothes, and they are probably sinners in prison."

Gu Chenxiao's eyes lit up: "I think there are real dignitaries in the Dafu Dynasty who know the news about the moon wheel!"

"It's just that the death row is far inferior to those who grew up rich and well-off. The despair and fear of the death row are not so delicious."

"Fan Yuan, go, go and tell those men in black, next time, don't be on death row."

There was no wavering in Fan Yuan's eyes, and he left as ordered.

But when he walked out of the secret room, he couldn't help frowning.

Fan Yuan took a few steps forward, and turned his head. The door of the secret room was made of extremely special materials, which could almost isolate the spiritual thoughts of the powerful monk Zhaoxing, and the perception of martial arts will of the monks of the gods.

So, Fan Yuan gritted his teeth, saluted those men in black, but said nothing more.

The men in black with mysterious origins just left.

And Fan Yuan looked at the numb-faced women in prison clothes, the struggle in his eyes had disappeared.

He randomly sent two of them into the secret room, and kept the rest in captivity.

It's like keeping livestock in captivity.

——

Yanglu Street, Kongshan Lane.

Lu Jing is teaching Pei Yingui to learn Guanghan seal.

The Guanghan seal can not only be constructed with vitality, but many can also be constructed with energy and blood.

It is a very special kind among many supernatural powers and profound arts.

Whether it is a monk of martial arts or a monk of Yuanshen, both can practice.

Pei Yingui's long hair falls to her shoulders, and she carefully comprehends the law of the circulation of qi and blood in the Guanghan seal.

From time to time, Lu Jing would open his mouth to explain and clear up the difficulties.

Pei Yingui was able to cultivate in the state of Shenhuo in the cold palace of Qi State, his talent need not be said much.

But...Pei Yingui still couldn't imagine why Mr. Lu Jing could fully understand the mystery of Guanghan Seal in such a short time.

"If you can master this Guanghan seal, with the same energy and blood, you can even shoot an arrow from hundreds of miles away."

"It's just that Guanghanyin consumes too much energy and blood, so it can only be used as the bottom of the box or as a way to win."

Pei Yingui thought so in his heart.

Lu Jing, who was dressed in white, taught for a long time, until the willows were on the moon, and then Lu Jing stood up and said goodbye.

Pei Yingui sent Lu Jing off in person, and when he walked to the door, he saw a couplet written by Lu Jing on the door of the small courtyard.

Every time she sees the second couplet, this place of peace of mind is my hometown, she will always feel much more peaceful in her heart.

However, Lu Jing never noticed the couplet. He remembered the strong man of Qi State mentioned by Nan Fengmian, and also remembered Pei Yingui's origin, so he asked, "Miss Pei Yingui, do you know Gaoli and Jian Qiushui of Qi State?"