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

The Yellow River goes to the East Sea, and the sun sets in the West Sea.

It was late in the world, and the clouds and mist in the distance gently brushed over Mount Dai, and the world seemed to be lit up.

Kong Fanxing stepped on the thick cloud that was about to fall, and with his hands behind his back, his calm eyes revealed some anticipation, and he quickly walked towards the east.

Twilight seemed to overflow.

But Kong Fanxing thought in his heart that someone was waiting for him on a distant mountain.

After parting, the best thing is to meet again.

Kong Fan acted as a murderer and entered Dafu. Now he can't kill anyone. He is going to die in this familiar yet unfamiliar territory of Dafu. This famous big monster in the Northern Qin Dynasty is not afraid of death, but only wants to die. On that mountain in the east, you can take a closer look at your blood relatives before you die.

He and his sister have been separated for too long, but because of the blood connection, the two can always feel each other's miss.

Many times, Kong Fanxing wanted to leave Beiqin and reunite with his sister.

But things in the world always carry unspeakable fetters.

Kong Fanxing once saw the dangers of this world, so he wanted to use his own strength to do something for this world.

And because the master who adopted him and saved him from dying of hunger and cold, always treated him like a son, he also thought that since he had climbed to the top of the mountain that thousands of warriors in the world dreamed of, he would naturally repay his master so that The master fulfilled his wish, annexed Dafu, and made this world one, so as to resist the sky.

Because of these things, Kong Fanxing stayed in Beiqin for too long. He always missed his little sister on Candle Star Mountain, and he had thought countless times what he would say when he saw his blood-related little sister one day. What.

He attaches great importance to this matter, and has also typed up countless drafts.

After all, in today's world, there are only two five-colored peacocks left, him and his younger sister.

"Up to now, it's inconvenient to talk to my little sister anymore."

Kong Fanxing concealed his aura, covered his aura, and even the throbbing of his blood was locked by him.

Because he knows... this is the territory of Dafu.

When he stepped into the great ambush, he finally revealed his Xingzang, and it was impossible to step out of the ambush safely.

Because of this, I am afraid that Qing did not choose to flee, but went all the way east, going deep into the hinterland of Dafu, and first went to Zhuxing Mountain to have a look.

Candle Star Mountain is extremely far away from Dongshan Lake.

Dafu is vast, and it is extremely difficult to meet between mountains and mountains. Even the immortals of Tianfu in the eight realms have to cross countless mountains and thousands of rivers to see the cold winter and the scorching sun before they can reach the place they want.

At this moment, Kong Fanxing eagerly wanted to take a look at his little sister who was of the same blood as him.

But because it descended from the void and landed on him, the gazes that tightly locked his aura could not go straight to Zhuxing Mountain.

...Even a cultivator of the Eighth Realm has a day of hiding.

He hides between the mountains and the sea, hides in the forest, escapes into the earth from time to time, and goes all the way to Zhuxing Mountain.

He always felt in his heart that people who miss each other in the world will always meet, just like mountains and rivers, like ten thousand rivers returning to the sea.

"I took a look at my little sister, and to me, it was a meeting."

"It's a pity I can't talk to her."

With such thoughts in mind, Kong Fanxing traveled all the way across mountains, rivers, lakes and seas until he saw that high mountain in the distance.

It's just that the high mountain is hazy, as if shrouded in mysterious mist.

Kong Fanxing couldn't see clearly, but he never got closer.

The peacock demon stood in place, staring at the hazy clouds, his eyes flickered, and saw a practitioner from the hazy clouds.

The cultivator was already old, with snow-white hair and short stature, sitting cross-legged in the clouds, his breath was not heavy, and even his eyes were full of fatigue.

It wasn't until Kong Fanxing's eyes fell on him that he slowly stood up...

The moment he stood up, the white hair on his head turned black in an instant, his old face instantly became heroic, and his tired eyes became sharper.

Even that short body has become like a towering mountain.

If Lu Jing was here, he would have recognized this mysterious man who had been waiting for him in front of Taixuan Palace and wanted to take him as his disciple.

The mysterious man also said that he once had three disciples, all of whom were powerful figures.

And today.

The mysterious man left the palace again, but he was waiting for Kong Fanxing not far from Zhuxing Mountain.

When Kong Fanxing saw the man, his expression didn't change, he turned around and glanced at the river below.

Someone came across the river, bowed his bow and set an arrow, pointing at Kong Fanxing.

Finally, Kong Fanxing's eyes became more disappointed.

He turned his head again and took a very serious look at the thick fog, only to find that Candle Star Mountain was completely covered up, and even with his cultivation level, he couldn't see it clearly at all.

Kong Fanxing is the Great Demon of Heaven in the Eight Realms.

But he couldn't see a mountain three hundred miles away, which made him a little depressed.

But Kong Fanxing knew... When the old man was waiting for him in the clouds, when he was behind him with bow and arrow, he pointed the arrow at him.

He could no longer see the mountain clearly, let alone live a life.

"The local officials came here, and even brought a leader in the world, what can Kong Fanxing do?"

Kong Fanxing's martial arts qi dissipated in the void, fell into the thin clouds on the river, and landed on the man who bent the bow and set the arrow.

The man was wearing light armor, and his long hair was tied back in a ponytail.

He looked calm, and there was a ferocious scar on his cheek, which made the originally handsome man look a bit more cold and stern.

"Kong Fanxing is considered a well-deserved death."

The Dafudi official came in person, and Yuan Jiulang killed me with a bow. Counting the monks in the eight realms of the world, it is rare in the world to be able to alarm these two.

Kong Fanxing sighed, his eyes moved lightly, as if he wanted to find a way out in the clouds.

Or, if he finds a gap in the cloud, let him take a look at the little sister.

The magistrate, who had grown from an old man to a towering young man, seemed to be aware of Kong Fanxing's gaze.

Standing on the cloud, he shook his head and said: "You underestimated the peacock on Candle Star Mountain, you climbed to Tianfu, under the five-color blood, the peacock on Candle Star Mountain is not as good as you, but it is not weak.

No matter how you hide, the peacock will always see you.

She saw that you died at the foot of Candle Star Mountain, at the hands of my master and my apprentice, and there must be grievances against Da Fu...

In this way, she would not be able to survive. "

The man had his hands behind his back, and his words were vicissitudes and heavy.

Kong Fanxing stood on the cloud and looked away.

He knew that since he was dead, the other five-color peacock shouldn't live on.

It was only because the Candle Star Mountain was where Baili Qingfeng became a Taoist that his little sister was saved from death.

If he insists on going...

The twilight is deep, and there is only a thin line of day.

The boundary between mountains and mountains is no longer discernible.

Kong Fanxing knew that he and his younger sister would never meet again.

He stood three hundred miles in front of Candle Star Mountain, but in the end he couldn't fulfill his last wish, and couldn't see his little sister.

Just like when he came to Dafu, he originally wanted to do something for his master, to create an opportunity for Beiqin to win, but the result was not what he wanted.

Kong Fanxing bowed his head and thought for a while amidst the chaotic thoughts.

The river below is gurgling, and when the wind blows at dusk, there will be more tide water in the river.

The river seems to be rushing to the sea, but the waves beat the land, as if eager to return to the earth.

Kong Fanxing suddenly thought something, he took a deep breath and stretched out an index finger.

On the index finger, a drop of blood flowed down, and lost its vitality in an instant, becoming like mortal blood.

The blood dripped down and dripped onto the ground by the river...

Just like a seed falls to the ground, takes root and sprouts, and a wooden hydrangea grows on the ground by the river in an instant.

There are even white flowers blooming on it, which is very elegant.

The wooden hydrangea is rooted in the riverside three hundred miles away from the Candle Star Mountain, and blooms towards the Candle Star Mountain.

The big voluntary officer, even Yuan Jiulang, who bent his bow and set his arrow in the river, never stopped Kong Fanxing.

"Wooden hydrangea can grow white flowers every time the breeze blows in midsummer, and the fragrance lasts for many miles."

"Changfeng will send this kind of Yuxiang to Candle Star Mountain. It can be considered that you have met the five-color peacock."

The Grand Volunteer put his hands behind his back and spoke slowly.

Kong Fanxing felt relieved, the Han nationality.

And Yuan Jiulang flicked the long bow string in his hand, and a gleam of light passed away.

...

By the Dongshan Lake, a world-shattering slaughter has come to an end.

Yu Dongshen fought with Kong Fanxing and traveled many miles away, but he never returned to Dongshan Lake in the end.

Thousands of miles away, the general surnamed Ji from the three prefectures of Chong'an brought 8,000 soldiers to welcome the prince of Chong'an.

Lu Jing, on the other hand, was alone, and stepped into the realm of the gods on this cloud.

Every drop of blood around him was like the radiance of the hot sun.

A kind of martial arts spirit that shines all over the world radiates from him.

"In the realm of gods and appearance, the spirit of martial arts is integrated into the body, and it can even move mountains with the body."

Lu Jing stood here.

He looked up at the sky and saw that it was getting dark.

Looking at the Dongshan Lake in the distance, I saw the corpses on the Dongshan Lake lying across the ground, densely packed.

"As far as I am concerned, I have gained a lot from this trip to Dongshan Lake."

Thinking of this, Lu Jing couldn't help but shook his head: "It's so cheap that God Yu Dong got a sharp spear, and the power of the sharp gun even sent him straight to the heaven.

A thunder calamity has been brewing in the sky, and as long as Yu Dongshen survives the thunder calamity, he will become a celestial being! "

Immortals from Tianfu... the real monks of the eight realms, now that the spiritual tide has faded, they are truly extremely strong.

Lu Jing was far away from the Eighth Realm, but he witnessed the birth of a young Eighth Realm expert.

"However, that sharp spear is useless in my hands, God Yu Dong carries Chong'an Sanzhou on his shoulders, and uses the halberd to help me kill Taichong Dragon Lord.

If it wasn't for this matter, with the incarnation of King Chong'an's essence and blood in the halberd, he wouldn't have to face this calamity...

People are so precious that they know how much kindness is, it’s just that Yu Dongshen couldn’t arouse the resonance of the sharp gun at first, since he has acquired that ray of loneliness and complemented the potential of the sharp gun, and can hold the sharp gun, I will repay the favor and send it to you. He has the chance of an eight-level sharpshooter? "

Lu Jing smiled casually, and was about to turn around and leave.

However, he could vaguely sense that from the west of Dongshan Lake, one after another martial spirits were coming, and he could faintly hear ferocious beasts galloping by the Dongshan Lake.

Lu Jing was a little surprised, he raised his eyes, the blood in his eyes condensed into two rays of scorching sun, falling directly on the bank of Dongshan Lake, his eyes suddenly changed.

He frowned and thought, and saw the energy and blood that was rushing by the Dongshan Lake, rushing towards him.

"That's strange."

Lu Jing was a little puzzled. Fortunately, he was entrenched on a low mountain, adjusting his breath and waiting.

Not long.

There came a low growl.

Another soaring qi and blood spread, and a murderous aura permeated the surroundings, as if the mountains and rivers were a battlefield for killing!

"Is it the remaining warriors riding the tiger?"

Lu Jing raised his eyebrows.

Three hundred soldiers riding tigers drove the sitting black tiger to the low mountain peak.

"Shi Daiqing, a vagrant, sees Duke Jing!"

A burly man at the front of the three hundred tiger-riding soldiers turned over and got off the black tiger, and took off his helmet, revealing a square and resolute face.

He respectfully saluted Lu Jing.

In an instant.

Three hundred soldiers riding tigers dismounted the black tiger at the same time and saluted Lu Jing.

"Homeless?"

Lu Jing raised his eyebrows.

He suddenly remembered that when Yu Dongshen said goodbye to him, he had carefully introduced Shi Daiqing, who would become the 20th pawn under Yu Dongshen's command, and when he heard that these three hundred soldiers riding tigers called themselves vagrants, he immediately understood that Yu Dongshen Mind.

"I am Jing Guogong, even in Taixuanjing, I can raise three hundred private troops under my command...

This Yu Dongshen wants to gift me these three hundred warriors riding tigers? "

Lu Jing didn't need to look any further, he had experienced the battle of Dongshan Lake, so he naturally knew how fierce these soldiers riding tigers were.

The mighty warriors of the old Wu shook the world, the royal family died in the seventh chapter, but the fierce power of the old warriors of Wu is still there, and people all over the world still talk about it.

But these 900 warriors riding tigers faced 3,000 old Wu soldiers, and 108 Northern Qin puppets, and two monks at the peak of the Seventh Realm fought with them, yet they didn't know what to fear.

Such a son, even among the 80,000 cavalry tiger troops in the three prefectures of Chong'an, is the elite of the elite.

"Is this a thank you gift from God Yu Dong?"

Lu Jing thought about it for a second, but stood up again, and waved his hand: "Chong'an Sanzhou is supporting Beiqin. It's the time when there is a shortage of people. Yu Dongshen asked you to come here at this time..."

"Duke!"

Shi Daiqing, the leader of the tiger-riding soldiers with firm eyes, suddenly knelt down on one knee and said: "The Duke saved my life, just like the life of the son, and even Chong'an Sanzhou has an extra eight-level Tianfu immortal.

How can three hundred remnants repay such kindness? "

"After today, we will all be vagrants, and after today, Wu and the other three hundred armors will never return to the three prefectures of Chong'an.

Also please... the Duke of the Kingdom to take me in and wait. "

That Shi Daiqing knelt down on one knee, and all the other three hundred warriors riding tigers did the same.

Even the three hundred black tigers were prostrate and buried their heads in the ground.

At this moment.

In Lu Jing's mind, the pattern of seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck was quietly triggered.

A series of messages flowed into Lu Jing's mind.

"Accepting these three hundred soldiers riding tigers is a sign of great auspiciousness to me? Will it play a key role in the future?"

Lu Jing is not pedantic, and as Na Shi Daiqing said, a sharp gun, an eight-level Tianfu, and a living Chong'an prince are indeed far better than three hundred cavalry for the three states of Chong'an. Tiger soldier.

"Thinking about it carefully, since I am the Duke of Jing, I have no soldiers or generals under my command, so I have wasted the authority to raise three hundred troops."

Lu Jing was not indecisive, he thought about this, immediately stood up and turned around.

"Follow me back to Beijing!"

Three hundred soldiers riding tigers shook their spears in their hands.

Almost uniform, stepping on the black tiger.

Lu Jing took a step forward, then suddenly remembered something, and looked at Dongshan Lake.

Just at this time.

Shi Daiqing rode a black tiger and approached him, saying: "Duke, the three thousand old Wu Jias are the Duke's spoils of war, and we have already collected them."

"Besides...the prince asked me to tell the Duke..."

"Tu Xian's black gold is beneficial, but it is someone else's sword...Since Mr. is a young sword armor, he deserves his own sword. He will find a master craftsman for him!"