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

There have always been few mountains in Hezhong Road, but there is a famous mountain in the world.

This mountain is called Lingao Mountain.

Originally, the high mountain was Cui Wei, and the water was flowing, but under the scorching heat, the original green mountain and the green stream in it have all disappeared.

From a distance, here is a bare barren mountain, without the vitality of the past.

But this Lin Gao mountain is still extremely high. Standing on the top of the mountain, it seems that you can touch the clouds and mist, and you can see very far when overlooking the vast middle of the river.

The mountains are towering, there are countless peaks on them, and there are mountain peaks for climbing.

Si Wanyu's long clothes fluttered in the mountain wind. She walked into Lingao Mountain alone, holding a piece of rune in her hand.

The rune probably came from Zhenwu Mountain, and the rune still has the pen and ink of the master of Zhenwu Mountain. The rune shone with brilliance, guiding Si Wanyu to move forward.

Si Wanyu's expression was cold. She was sitting on a cloud, and the cloud and mist drifted in front of her like a curtain of clouds.

The beauty rolls the cloud curtain, sits deeply and frowns the eyebrows.

Si Wanyu is still the famous Princess Chong'an for her beauty, the only difference is that now she entered the middle of the river road alone and came to Lingao Mountain.

The bloody mist shrouded Lingao Mountain, Si Wanyu stood up from the cloud and mist.

Liu Rumei, Yun Rufa...

Compared with her, the many colors in the world are like dust.

She stepped into Lingao Mountain, and the winding mountain road was as flat as the ground in front of her, but the surrounding scene was barren, and from time to time, she could see the dead beasts beside the road, which had already turned into bones now, even under the scorching sun in the sky, The white bones have also turned black.

Si Wanyu sighed inwardly.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers from the three prefectures of Chong'an used their backs to block the Wufu Xuanyang of the Northern Qin Dynasty, lest the people of Dafu, like the people of the Northern Qin Dynasty, become the fuel of the chariot burning with fire, or become the animals without thinking and thinking. This is no longer a human being.

But... in this good world within the three prefectures of Chong'an, there is still such a place as Hezhong Road.

Under the years of disasters, perhaps the Dafu court was indeed working hard to relieve the disaster, but the middle of the river became more and more desolate, and more and more people died.

"Fortunately, the three prefectures of Chong'an are not just for the great defeat of Guozuo, nor are they just for the great defeat of the people of the Central Plains."

"Thousands of people in the three prefectures of Chong'an survived because of this, and it doesn't have to be the price of Northern Qin offering sacrifices to swords and deterring Dafu."

Si Wanyu thought about it in his heart, and walked all the way to this continuous and towering mountain.

After the mountain peak came another mountain peak, until the red blood mist was within reach, and Si Wanyu had a vague illusion... as long as he circulated his spiritual thoughts and his soul soared into the sky, he could ascend to the sky tower and see the sky pass.

According to legend, Lingao Mountain is the place where immortals fall into the mortal world, and there are also ordinary people who set foot on the peak and see the colors in the sky.

"That is……"

Si Wanyu walked all the way, crossed the towering clouds and mist, and saw two shadowy figures in the place shrouded in blood mist.

One of the figures was wearing white clothes, but she was holding a blood-colored flower in her hand. She squatted in front of the abyss and stretched out her hand. The blood-colored flower fell into the cloud, and the blood-colored cloud turned into many streamers.

It's like a fairy holding flowers and stirring up the wind and clouds on the top of the mountain.

Another figure had a sword at his waist, and held a jade bottle in his hand. There was a strange aura rippling on the jade bottle, connecting with the blood-colored mist in the sky, absorbing the essence in it.

When Si Wanyu saw these two figures, there was hesitation in his eyes, he lowered his head to think for a while, and then walked a hundred steps forward until the two figures became clear.

"It really is them..."

Si Wanyu frowned: "Phi Xing and Dai Yue are immortals."

The two immortals, a man and a woman, also turned their heads to look at Si Wanyu.

Then a little surprise flashed in the eyes of the two immortals, and the star-studded immortal with the blood-colored flower in his hand stood up, not wearing any makeup, but also had an alluring posture.

"It's you……"

A smile appeared on the corner of the star-pillared immortal's mouth: "After more than ten years of separation, your face has not changed, and it is still like a cardamom.

It's just...you don't seem to be you anymore. "

Immortal Dai Yue lightly tossed the jade bottle in his hand, and the jade bottle was suspended in mid-air, absorbing the bloody mist by itself.

He put one hand on the fairy sword at his waist, and there was a unique aura flowing from his body, which was more precious than the vitality of the heaven and earth.

"It's a coincidence that I fell into the world twice, but I met you both times."

Immortal Dai Yue squinted his eyes and smiled softly. The long hair behind him fluttered with the mountain wind, brewing a dream, and his handsome face was full of memories.

Immortal Pixie took out the blood-colored flower in her hand from the blood mist, and randomly inserted it into the bun on her head, adding a touch of color to her plain white body.

"Thinking about it carefully, at that time we wanted to accept you as a disciple, so you should go to heaven with us to receive the Fa."

Immortal Phi Xing expressed some regret in his tone: "With your talent at that time, this mortal world buried you, but you insisted on refusing to do so. Now more than ten years have passed, and you are still trapped in the realm of that time, even retreating instead of advancing. .”

"You are not you anymore." Dai Yuexian said: "You cut off the most important aura in your body, and all the killing intent and attachments in your body in the past are gone, and this is also the reason why you are not advancing but retreating. "

Immortal Dai Yue said with emotion: "This world is like this, one wrong step will inevitably suffer the consequences.

You are unwilling to worship us as teachers, but you have misunderstood yourself. "

Immortal Pi Xing caressed his sleeves, then suddenly raised his head, and asked Si Wanyu, "Where are you hiding the aura you cut off now?

If you can regain your qi, we can still teach you. "

The two immortals, Pi Xing and Dai Yue, seemed to have a different kind of patience with Si Wanyu, and they were even quite gentle when they spoke.

An Nijing, the qin festival in the Hengshan Temple, also met these two immortals, but the immortals did not speak much to her because of their spiritual thoughts.

But when they arrived at Si Wanyu's place, even Immortal Dai Yue, who had been gathering the blood-colored mist in the jade bottle, put down the fairy artifact in his hand and talked to Si Wanyu.

Si Wanyu's expression was indifferent. When she heard the words of the two immortals, many scenes from the past always flashed in her mind.

She thought of the Qingcheng Mountain full of fireworks, the unreasonable punishment of heaven, and the familiar alleys that were covered in dust, and she became more and more suspicious of these two immortals in her heart.

The two immortals Pi Xingdaiyue just landed on Qingcheng Mountain, and Qingcheng Mountain was punished by heaven. This is... too coincidental.

"Two... Immortals." Si Wanyu saluted the two immortals, and was about to speak, when the two immortals who were not far from her suddenly turned their heads and looked at a certain sea of ​​clouds.

In the sea of ​​clouds, something flew over.

Si Wanyu took a closer look, but it was a white crane.

On the white crane, there is no vitality flow at all, but if you look carefully, you can see that there is black color flowing in the body of the white crane, and there are strands of arrogance flowing in it, supporting the existence of the white crane.

"Then there are words on the white crane's feathers?"

Si Wanyu looked carefully, and his expression changed immediately.

"This is Lu Jing's cursive script."

Si Wanyu is quite familiar with Lu Jing's calligraphy. As early as in Taixuanjing, the distinguished Princess Chong'an had seen Lu Jing's cursive script many times.

Today, Lu Jing is famous in Dafu for his cursive script. Even in the three prefectures of Chong'an, there are still three thousand words of Lu Jing, which is the copy of the Theory of Rengui.

Dafu scholars are also full of praise for Mr. Lu Jing's cursive script.

Coupled with the friendship between Si Wanyu and Lu Jing, naturally he would not admit his mistake.

"Slaying the dragon? No wonder I came all the way to the mountains, but I only felt that there were real dragons in the middle of the river bringing clouds and mist, and there were dragons coming with the real dragons."

Si Wanyu frowned, feeling a little worried.

She and Lu Jing can be called good friends. When she left Taixuanjing, Lu Jing presented her with poems. Over the past year, Si Wanyu has been practicing the hairpin flower script from Lu Jing. Use this handwriting method.

It was Princess Chong'an who started the trend, and many ladies from famous families in the three prefectures of Chong'an were also proud of being able to use hairpin flowers in lower script.

Besides these... More importantly... Si Wanyu is also quite grateful to Lu Jing.

Lu Jing kept his promise and dared to protect Yu Qixiang alone, otherwise, he might not be able to leave Taixuanjing that day, nor would he be able to return to Chong'an Sanzhou.

"It can also be regarded as the cause and effect of the three states of Chong'an."

Si Wanyu subconsciously wanted to turn around and go to Changliu City: "If it wasn't for Qixiang's matter, Lu Jing might not have gotten into such a trouble with the dragons of the world."

"Are you old with this Lu Jing?" Immortal Phi Xing's voice was ethereal, falling into the ears of Si Wanyu who wanted to go down the mountain.

Immortal Dai Yue also showed a smile on his face: "If you want to participate in the dragon slaying, it may be too late now.

The Dragon Slaying Field is extremely far away from here, and now that the war has started, it won't help if you start now. "

Si Wanyu's breath stagnated slightly, his brows were furrowed, but he still walked down the mountain.

"If you want to see Lu Jing, it's actually best to wait here on Lingao Mountain."

Immortal Phi Xing said: "If Lu Jing is already dead, if you go to Changliu City, you may not even find the bones.

If that Lu Jing died, he would definitely not stay in Changliu City anymore. If you go now, how can you find his trace? "

Si Wanyu heard what Immortal Phi Xing said, and asked in puzzlement, "Why are you waiting in this high mountain...to be able to see Lu Jing?"

Pi Xing and Dai Yue looked at each other with anticipation.

"That Lu Jing reflected Yuan Xing, and the two treasures of calling the wind and calling the rain also recognized him. From the perspective of the two of us, he is just like you at that time, and has the talent to ascend to the sky."

Immortal Dai Yue kept holding the fairy sword at his waist: "I have sent people to look for him. If he is dead, that's all. If he is still alive, he will definitely come to Lingao Mountain."

Si Wanyu immediately came to his senses: "The two immortals, do you want to take Lu Jing as your apprentice?"

Pi Xing and Dai Yue nodded at the same time.

"Ordinary people are busy, and there are not many people who are extremely talented. When we come down to earth by chance, and meet a genius like Lu Jing, we can't bear him to be stranded in this vast quagmire.

Only by jumping out of the quagmire, practicing immortality, and going to the fairy tower in the sky can you transform into a fairy. "

A smile appeared on the corner of Si Wanyu's mouth, she turned her head to look at Pi Xing and Dai Yue, and asked, "You two immortals, why are you so sure... If Lu Jing is still alive, he will come to Gaoshan, and I beg you As a teacher?"

The two immortals were a little puzzled, and the star-piercing immortal asked: "If there are immortals who fall into the mortal world and give them immortality, who would refuse?"

Si Wanyu remained silent.

But Immortal Dai Yue smiled at her: "Ten years ago you had two auras mixed together, if the other aura prevailed in you, maybe you are already in the sky now.

You never worshiped us as teachers...but you can't judge it with common sense. "

Si Wanyu took a deep breath, then shook his head suddenly and said, "You two, Lu Jing will not come to Gaoshan."

Immortal Phi Xing took a look at Si Wanyu, and said, "After the spiritual tide, the human world has some resentment towards the heavens, but if it weren't for the presence of the immortals in the heavens, this world would have collapsed long ago.

But for the vast majority of people in the world, having an immortal teaching the Dharma is a great opportunity, and a little resentment in their hearts is nothing compared to the real opportunity. "

"Nowadays, among the dragons in the world, apart from the Wufanghai Wufang Dragon King under the jurisdiction of Dafu, there are also overseas dragons. There is also a dragon temple in the Sea Demon Kingdom, and there is even an old dragon on Luolong Island."

"Lu Jing is young, and I don't know what a big mistake is. He reflected on the dragon-slaying platform and offended Nilin, who belongs to the dragon family in the world. There will be disasters in the future, not to mention the chance to ascend to heaven, as long as you worship us as disciples, the world will be chaotic in the future. It has nothing to do with him, isn't this... a good thing?"

Si Wanyu said calmly, "Will there be no dragons if you go to the sky?"

"Naturally there are dragons." Immortal Dai Yue said, "But real dragons in the sky also regard mortal dragons as ants.

If Lu Jing could escape from the mortal world and become a fairy and enter the fairy tower, the dragons in the sky would not offend another fairy tower because of the grievances of the mortal dragons. "

Thinking of what he saw in Taixuanjing, thinking of Lu Jing's stubbornness hidden under his gentle temperament, thinking of Lu Jing's sword spirit in the world, thinking of the sword-like cursive script, he shook his head with the same stubbornness.

"Si Wanyu feels that Lu Jing won't ascend to the sky."

Pi Xing and Dai Yue frowned at the same time.

"Since that's the case, you should stay here on Lingao Mountain and see if Lu Jing will come to Lingao Mountain. Why don't you make a bet with us..."

Si Wanyu remembered what the two immortals said just now, and a little smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "So, the two immortals only know that Lu Jing is still alive?"

...

The blood of the disabled old dragon was poured into the huge Dragon Burial City.

There was still dragon blood left on Lu Jing's Rain Calling Sword. The dragon's blood was so sticky that it never dripped when hanging on the Rain Calling Sword.

Lu Jing stretched out his two fingers, and wiped down along the hilt of the sword, wiping off the foul-smelling dragon's blood.

An old dragon with eight layers of appearance died under Lu Jing's rain-calling sword.

Even though the solid second-grade seven-star sword had almost been abolished, the twenty-eight blood-colored dragon balls had also become dim.

Even though it was the result of Lu Jing's careful preparation and his inaction, it was still unbelievable in the eyes of everyone present.

Even if it shines on the dragon-slaying platform...it shouldn't be able to kill the eighth-level old dragon with the first level of Zhaoxing!

Diaosi, the mangyi of Qi State, moved his fingers lightly, pinching a long hair with his fingertips. The long hair was sharp, but it exuded the smell of blood, as if he had drunk all the blood.

The Buddhist disciples of Landa Temple looked at him coldly.

Yuan Qishou, the second head of the Huai Gang, finally understands that... the Seventh Prince and Shaozhu Kingdom are not just worrying too much.

"If Lu Jing is not killed, even I will have trouble sleeping and eating." The eight hundred Xuanbing soldiers behind Yuan Qishou are ready to move!

In another place, four real dragons of the seven realms had rushed into the Dragon Burial City.

The seven hundred dragons have already overwhelmed the knights who came to slay the dragon.

The white ape was extremely happy, while Nan Heyu and Luo Shubai were still stunned at the fact that Lu Jingzhen had cut down the old dragon with eight layers of gods in just a moment.

Long issuer, Kaiyang sword seat...

Xu Xingzhi, Xiang crossing the river... There are dozens of knights who are shaking their hearts, facing these hundreds of dragons!

They didn't regret it, but unspeakable passion rushed to their hearts.

Today, more than 30 knights and heroes, in response to Lu Jing's call to slay the dragon, slayed the dragon outside the Dragon Burial City!

The old dragon is dead, and the rest of the dragons seem to be insane.

Luo Shubai shouted loudly: "Mr. Lu Jing, you leave first, I'll get out later, under the stage of Zhanlong, they can't catch up with you!"

Lu Jing beheaded the old dragon who was 80% of his appearance, and his blood and vitality became shallow.

As long as he retreats at this time, even the seven hundred dragons will never dare to chase too deeply.

Xu Xingzhi, the long issuer, the white ape, and dozens of knights also heard Luo Shubai's words. When their magical powers and profound kungfu were in operation, they all wanted to cover up Lu Jing's departure.

After the Lord left, they covered each other up, and their identities were extraordinary, so these dragons did not dare to kill recklessly.

But……

To everyone's surprise, Lu Jing beckoned lightly and rushed towards Zhaoye.

Lu Jing got on his horse, and when the golden light in the distance filled the air, the phantom of Kunpeng, which was already almost transparent, made a comeback, supporting Lu Jing and Zhao Ye.

The shimmering light from the dragon-slaying platform in the sky fell directly on Lu Jing's body, and the Rain Calling Sword in Lu Jing's hand turned into a stream of light, floating beside Lu Jing's shoulder.

The Hufeng Knife also came out of its sheath, causing disturbances inside and outside the Dragon Burial City, and a torrential rain fell.

"The matter of the blood sacrifice and the killing of Lu Jing, these dragons are all accomplices."

Lu Jing smiled at everyone: "Since Lu Jing mirrors Dragon Slaying Terrace and is in charge of Law and Thunder, we must not tolerate evil spirits!

The sprites want to kill me, I don't intend to retreat. "

"Kunpeng eats five hundred real dragons every day!"

"Today I ride the Kunpeng, killing dragons with 700 genus! So that everyone in the world will know about the genus of dragons... Just like Lu Jing's three thousand words, this is the world, and dragons must never look down on the common people!"