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

Lu Jing picked up the toilet paper.

Taichong Longjun looked up, only to see Lu Jingqiu's strong brush penetrating through the back of the paper, tracing a few lines of text.

And below the text is an autumn picture drawn by Lu Jing with small freehand brushwork techniques.

The sky in the picture is full of autumn clouds, and the storm is gradually rising, and the frost is falling.

Heavy clouds and fog covered the sky and the scorching sun, as if a storm was brewing.

Hundreds of flowers wither in case of frost, and fallen leaves are everywhere, creating a bleak scene.

But when Taichong Longjun saw this painting, a look of astonishment suddenly flashed in his eyes.

But where the flowers withered, there are golden chrysanthemums blooming again.

The chrysanthemums are different from other dead branches and leaves. They are full of vitality and bloom proudly against the frost!

As a practitioner of the eighth realm, Taichong Longjun possesses the personality of a heavenly dragon, but when his eyes fell on the straw paper, the ink painting drawn by a few dozens of strokes seemed to depict a bleak autumn day full of chrysanthemums. The whole city looks like it is covered with golden armor from a distance, standing in the howling westerly wind, like clouds reflecting the sky, like a raging fire burning through Taixuan!

"When autumn comes and September 8th, I will kill the flowers after they bloom."

"The incense array soaring to the sky penetrates the profound, and the whole city is covered with golden armor!"

A few lines of four lines fell into Taichong Longjun's eyes.

Taichong Longjun only felt an extraordinary aura that went straight to the sky, bursting out between the lines in the four-line poem.

"When autumn comes and September 8th, I will kill the flowers after they bloom!"

Taichong Longjun took a deep breath, and he looked up at the sky, only to see that the clouds and mists covering Taixuanjing had dissipated in the sky at this time.

But when he looked at Lu Jing's paintings again, he vaguely felt that the sky above his head was filled with dark clouds, overwhelming the world and Taixuan!

"Overlooked by the immortals in the sky with the frost, the dark clouds all over the city, and the bleak autumn day."

"With a hundred flowers withered, I say that the world looks up at the sky, and dare not resist the generation of immortals!"

"And this city is full of chrysanthemums with golden armor..."

Taichong Longjun's pupils were slightly condensed, and when he read through the four lines of poems written by Lu Jing on the straw paper, he suddenly felt mixed emotions.

These few lines of poems have written a golden and dazzling, majestic and heroic!

Lu Jing was in Taixuanjing, facing the pressure of dark clouds in the sky, but still drew such a scene!

Under the dark clouds in autumn, although the flowers withered, there are still chrysanthemums all over the city, wearing golden armor and blooming in the frost.

"The west tower in the sky wants to come down to the mortal world to question Lu Jing. Lu Jing seems to be alone in Taixuanjing, but he doesn't just paint a chrysanthemum in this painting. The chrysanthemums in that painting are everywhere, and they are all proud. Blast."

Taichong Longjun whispered in his heart.

It is this Wufanghai, except for the old Zhulong who fell from the sky, the highest-ranking Tianlong, seeing this kind of painting and seeing these four-line poems.

I just feel that there seems to be some indescribable mysterious power in these paintings and poems, which makes his heart surge, and makes his disgust for the immortals in the sky deepen a little bit, and even makes Taichong Longjun want to be that kind of person. A member of the golden armor in the city, standing proudly.

But immediately after, a ray of divine thoughts of Taichong Longjun suddenly shone, and a suspended sky dragon appeared in his mind, which made Taichong Longjun suddenly calm down.

"The enmity between Lu Jing and the dragon family should not be forgotten."

The incarnation of Taichong Dragon Lord closed his eyes and stopped looking at the straw paper.

Lu Jing looked calm, and gently threw the toilet paper in his hand into the void.

The straw paper flew higher and higher until it flew into the clouds and disappeared completely.

However, the scene in Taixuan Jingzhong suddenly changed drastically.

The mild spring day in the sky turned yellow, and the flowers that were about to bloom in Taixuanjing suddenly shrouded a completely different vision.

Those with a cultivation level above the sixth level are startled to realize that the sky in Taixuan is changing, the wind and frost are coming, and the autumn wind has risen.

All the flowers in Taixuanjing withered and withered.

Many practitioners didn't understand what happened in Taixuanjing, and they all had their divine thoughts, and they used their profound kung fu to look around.

Immediately after...

They also saw an even more astonishing sight.

Hundreds of flowers withered in the entire Taixuan Sutra, but it was full of golden armored chrysanthemums.

Those chrysanthemums exude bursts of strong fragrance, soaking the city and heading straight to the sky.

Those who looked up at this astonishing vision, Bufan has many great scholars.

Ruuo Ji Yuanzhi and Li Shen all looked up at the sky, when they were amazed at the magnificence of the scene, they saw a piece of straw paper floating out of the fragrance of chrysanthemums all over the city.

On the straw paper, Lu Jing's cursive script was written with a smooth brushwork. Even if it is the calligraphy in Xuandu, if you look at the brush and ink on the cursive script, you can only feel that there is a vertical and horizontal momentum in it.

The brush and ink in cursive script are extremely powerful, and the brushwork in galloping turns and connects, and the scrolling is suitable for each. If it is broken, it will be decisive and neat, and if it is connected, it will take advantage of the momentum without rushing through the ravine.

"good!"

Ji Yuanzhi, who has always been refined, clenched his fists and looked up at the cursive script on the hanging straw.

But in the next moment, Ji Yuanzhi suddenly reacted.

The same is true of the great Confucian Li Shen.

"The beauty of the cursive script on this papyrus is thorough and exquisite, but it is not unsophisticated, it is not an exaggeration to call it a masterpiece.

But what is really precious on this straw paper is not only the calligraphy brush and ink, but also this painting, and even these four-line poems! "

"After my flowers bloom, I will kill them. Lu Jing...has the vigor of a prince, and the vigor of a young leader and a young sword armor."

Ji Yuanzhi and Li Shenju were both in a trance, looking at the toilet paper hanging in mid-air and the visions all over the city.

But the vision stretched out ripples, and suddenly there was a fleeting scene in the mind of the cultivator in Taixuanjing.

They saw that one of the chrysanthemums blooming all over the city turned into a young man in white with a sword on his waist.

The wind was piercingly cold in the void, and the sky was covered with dark clouds.

The cold wind and dark clouds descended into the void along with a hazy pavilion, as if they were going to crush the sky and the earth, as if they were going to crush the courage of the boy in white clothes, and crush the sharp sword energy on his body.

"That young man is Mr. Lu Jing, the pavilion in the clouds must have come from behind the Tianguan!"

Someone reacted immediately.

Under the bitter frost, Lu Jing looked up at the sky alone, and the chrysanthemums were still in full bloom.

"The incense array soaring to the sky penetrates the profound, and the whole city is covered with golden armor!"

Li Shen muttered to himself.

The Great Confucian Ji Yuanzhi has also understood at this moment...

"There is a fairy tower falling into the mortal world, and Lu Jing borrows poems and paintings to express his ambitions, but his poems and paintings are not just praising himself, there are even golden chrysanthemums everywhere in Taixuanjing. Li Shen, Ji Ji Yuanzhi and many other Taixuanjing practitioners fell silent.

The mysterious vision in Taixuanjing dissipated.

The world returns to spring, the withered flowers are in bud, and the fragrance of chrysanthemums all over the city has disappeared.

In the small courtyard of Kongshan Lane, Lu Jing was still sitting at the table drinking tea.

However, the incarnation of Taichong Dragon Lord could clearly perceive that strands of divine thoughts and gazes traveled through a long distance with respect and landed in this empty mountain alley.

Taichong Longjun stood up, turned his head to look at the gate of the small courtyard, but saw that it was empty.

"Lu Jing."

There was a bit of regret in Taichong Longjun's tone: "There are countless strong people in Taixuanjing, but it's a pity that this is Dafu Taixuanjing, which is the central place of Dafu.

The practitioners here are all standing in the Dafu Chaotang.

Dafu Chaotang... can't help you. "

Lu Jing was about to speak.

At the entrance of the empty mountain alley, someone came with a knife.

The man with the knife was wearing a dark blue robe and his eyes were burning.

The ghost-headed broadsword behind him is the world-renowned sword mountain ghost, which is extraordinary.

"He is the bastard of the Nanguo government."

Taichong Longjun nodded and said: "I have no official position, but I can help you."

When Taichong Longjun spoke.

Nan Xuehu had already walked into the courtyard. He had obviously heard Taichong Longjun's words, and naturally knew the origin of this incarnation, but he ignored Taichong Longjun and walked straight to Lu Jing.

Lu Jing hasn't spoken yet.

Taichong Longjun shook his head again and said: "It's just... the cultivation level of the first-timers is too weak, and the immortal can kill with a flick of his sleeve..."

Long Jun's incarnation did not finish speaking.

That Southern Snow Tiger suddenly flipped his wrist, and there was a long knife in his hand.

The long knife had a blue-gray scabbard with a straight handle, never emitting a single ray of light.

But when Taichong Longjun saw the knife, his eyes suddenly changed, and his brows suddenly frowned.

"Mister gave me the name Daoshan Ghost. Xuehu's cultivation base is weak, and an immortal can kill me with a flick of his sleeve, but Xuehu...can lend this knife to sir."

While Nan Xuehu was speaking, he tossed the seemingly ordinary five-foot long knife in his hand.

Lu Jing raised his eyebrows slightly, and casually grabbed the void, and the long knife fell into his hands.

Starting with the long knife, Lu Jing grabbed the handle and pulled out the six-inch blade.

But seeing the long knife emitting white light, the edge of the knife has no edge, it looks old, but Lu Jing's eyes are like the Taichong Dragon Lord, which changed drastically in an instant.

He put the six-inch blade into the scabbard silently, looking at Nan Xuehu with surprise in his eyes.

Nan Xuehu smiled, and said: "I stole this knife from the Nanfu Ancestral Temple, so it shouldn't hurt to borrow it from my master."

Taichong Longjun suddenly understood.

How could Nan Xuehu, a martial arts monk of the sixth-rank innate realm, steal this world-famous sword without anyone noticing it?

"Stealing the knife is false, but Nan Guogong borrowing the knife is true."

Taichong Longjun sneered: "But I never thought that the first person to hold this grass-cutting knife after Lingchao was not the descendant of Nanfu, but Lu Jing who had a suspicion with the Nanguo government."

Lu Jing also heard Nan Xuehu's words, he lowered his head and thought for a while, and then gently placed the grass cutter in his hand horizontally on the table.

"In that case, Lu Jing..."

"Why do you need to thank me, sir?"

Nan Xuehu said: "Sir, he sent my sixth uncle out of Xuandu at the expense of being seriously injured. My son from the Nan family has a bit of integrity, so I naturally remember Mr.'s affection."

"Besides... this grass-cutting knife has been silent for too long, and if it is not stained with blood, I am afraid that the blade will not be able to cut grass. Master holds the knife, and the right is to give this grass-cutting knife another sharp edge."

"Okay." The smile on Lu Jing's face became brighter, he nodded and agreed, "I'll kill a few more immortals, and use the blood of the immortals to start the blade."

Hearing Lu Jing's words, Nan Xuehu recalled the vision in Taixuanjing just now, and felt his blood boil with intuition, and then suddenly felt that his mind was languishing.

"It's a pity that my cultivation base is too weak..."

Nan Xuehu sighed inwardly, but when he saw Lu Jing sticking out his hand and stroking the grass-cutting knife on the table, he felt that this grass-cutting knife should be in the hands of someone like Lu Jing.

Thinking of this, he walked to the desk and took out a jug of wine.

"This is the hundred-year-old bamboo leaf green left by the sixth uncle. I have been reluctant to drink it. When the master returned to Taixuanjing, he just opened this wine. It is for Mr. Zhu to explore the tiger's lair and draw a sword to dance with the dragon spring in three cups."

Nan Xuehu poured the wine, and drank it down first.

Lu Jing and Wei Jingzhe also drank this wine together.

Taichong Longjun's eyes were still on the weed cutting knife on the table, until two or three breaths passed, he looked left and right again, but suddenly saw many figures on Yanglu Street.

He saw the roof of another small courtyard in Kongshan Lane, because a woman in a light gauze dress was looking at this small courtyard.

He saw the entrance of Kongshan Alley, Nan Heyu was hesitating, but his eyes were full of determination.

Amidst the clouds and mist in the sky, Luo Shubai was planning to take this opportunity to see if he could also behead an immortal.

There was also a topless Nanzhao boy clenched his fists and crouched by the side of the street, wondering what he was thinking.

...

Taichong Longjun saw these many people, and felt the apology revealed in the many divine thoughts and eyes, and suddenly felt a little irritable in his heart.

"It seems that my big Fulong is going to murder the heroes who fight against the sky with a treacherous heart."

Taichong Longjun flicked his sleeves and said to Lu Jing, "Lu Jing, you and I will meet later."

Bursts of mist lingered on the body of the incarnation of divine sense, and it seemed that it was about to dissipate.

Just at this time, there was a stream of light like fire in the sky, and another silver light like a waterfall!

The clouds and mist in the sky were torn apart, the void vibrated and roared, and then a little cold light suddenly appeared...

A silver gun flew into the air, like shooting Sirius!

Chi!

The unimaginable surge of qi and blood tore through the turbulent situation, bringing out a terrifying opportunity, and it fell straight into this small Lujing courtyard in an instant, piercing into the incarnation of Taichong Dragon Lord!

clang.

That silver spear lifted the weight as if it were light, instantly penetrated the incarnation of Taichong Dragon Lord, and pierced a green brick in the courtyard.

The incarnation of Taichong Dragon Lord let out a muffled snort, but his expression remained unchanged, but he looked up at the nothingness in the sky.

His eyes traveled across a long distance in an instant, flew out of Taixuanjing, and landed on Jiaoshen Mountain.

But on the horned mountain, a man in silver armor suddenly stood up.

He stood on the top of the mountain and stared at it.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind and rain on Jiaoshen Mountain, flying sand and rocks.

In the abyss at the foot of the mountain, the clouds and mist were stirring, and the living monsters on Jiaoshen Mountain seemed to feel great terror, whining constantly, hiding in the shadows and shivering!

And the man was overlooking Taixuanjing under Jiaoshen Mountain at the moment.

His eyes are cold, yet full of violent blood, his spirit is vast, mysterious, vast, and shocking.

"God Yu Dong."

The incarnation of Taichong Dragon Lord gradually became transparent. He raised his head to look at Prince Chong'an on Jiaoshen Mountain, and at the foot of Jiaoshen Mountain, nine hundred warriors riding tigers were looking at Taixuanjing with cold eyes.

Nine hundred black tigers kept pacing down the mountain, roaring in a low voice, as if they wanted to choose someone to eat.

"You are the son of Prince Chong'an, and also a figure in the Dafu court."

"You can't help Lu Jing."

Taichong Longjun spoke indifferently.

"Old dragon." Yu Dongshen's eyes opened and closed, and there were clouds in his eyes.

He stretched out his hand, and the silver gun in the small courtyard of Kongshan Alley instantly turned into a stream of light, making a clanging sound, and fell into Yu Dongshen's hands like a meteor.

At this moment, Yu Dongshen's robes are like flags...

"I'm not helping Lu Jing."

"Dafulong wants to seek justice from Yu Qixiang of Chong'an Sanzhou, and I enter Xuandu this time to give you justice, this old dragon!"

The incarnation of Taichong Dragon Lord grinned: "Junior, those warriors with blood and blood in the Northern Qin Dynasty crushed your mind? Otherwise, why would you be so crazy?"

Yu Dongshen remained silent, looking down at the nine hundred soldiers riding tigers down the mountain.

The tiger riding soldiers in front all dispersed.

In the center of the military pawns, a white tiger is lying on the ground and sleeping soundly.

The white tiger carried a halberd across its back.

That eucalyptus, mixed with a round of scorching sun.

Taichong Longjun's incarnation trembled, his face changed suddenly, and the incarnation disappeared.

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Jiang Chen travels through the world of cultivating immortals, and there is a strange dream world.

The timeline of the day will repeat itself in the dream, and you can do whatever you want in the dream, and spend spirit stones to bring out the things in it.

From then on, in the daytime, he was obsessive and his way of life was paramount, while in his dream, Jiang Chen struck out with his fists, recklessly piercing through everything.

When you encounter difficulties, you can sleep with your head up, and you can practice immortality in your dreams and achieve longevity.