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

There are many divine towers and star palaces in the world, but there are not many people who can look directly at the sky tower and see through the immortals in the sky tower.

The thunder calamity barrier of heaven and human beings is like a high mountain, pressing across the heads of thousands of powerful people. If they don't overcome the thunder calamity, they will be unable to bear it after all, and they will not be able to see the truth of the world.

Jiang Xianshi was born with sharp eyesight, saw the mystery in the sky, and also saw the west building that called the wind and rain, thinking in his heart how to make Jing Guoan survive this catastrophe safely.

"The pulse of Taihua is the key to a human being. Duke Jing Guo has become a prime minister. As long as he cultivates the pulse, with his talent, he will eventually become a human being one day.

Human immortals and Taihua's veins complement each other, and may be able to break free from the shackles of the emperor of Shanhe. "

Jiang Xianshi sat quietly in the small courtyard, looking at Lu Jing who was talking to Li Jingang, thinking in his heart.

When he came to Taixuanjing and Lu Jing's small courtyard, he realized that Jing Guogong was not sitting still waiting to die.

"With his good reputation and talent in ordinary times, coupled with his dragon-slaying temperament and his achievements in commanding wind and rain in the middle of the river, although this young Duke has only traveled far away, he is already famous all over the world.

It's just that what I think in my heart is quite shocking, but I don't know whether Jing Guogong has such courage. "

Jiang Xianshi's long clothes fell to the ground, elegant and handsome.

He didn't know what he was thinking, and his eyes moved away from Lu Jing again, and fell on the sky.

Indistinctly, Zhao Qingping, the First Immortal of the West Building in the Sky, was sitting cross-legged on a precious altar, facing the slanting wind and drizzle, and the figure coming down to the West Building appeared in his eyes.

"I just don't know...whether the sage will allow Taihua's veins to come to Gyeonggi-do."

...

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

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

Nan Fengmian squatted in front of a scholar vendor selling calligraphy in Qidu Market.

He looked at this poem, and finally some clarity appeared in his drunken eyes.

Master Xinggu also seemed to be aware of it, and brought a few wisps of breeze, blowing Nanfengmian's scattered hair.

"Hao Ke, this poem is a copy of Mr. Lu Jing, who is both excellent in calligraphy and painting in Dafu Taixuanjing.

You also use landscape grass, but is it still in your eyes? "

The scholar saw that Nan Fengmian was a little drunk and saw that he had a knife on his waist, so he was a little afraid that Nan Fengmian was playing drunk, so he asked cautiously.

Nan Fengmian held the three-foot straw paper and said, "Your cursive script has neither the shape nor the meaning, nor the sharpness of Lu Jing's cursive script."

The scholar was taken aback, glanced at Nan Fengmian up and down, and said with a wry smile: "What kind of person is Mr. Lu Jing, he has been canonized as Jing Guogong by Dafu Shengjun, and he is also a well-known Yuanshen monk and Mr. Shulou.

They teach cursive script in places like the library, and they are famous for calligraphy and painting in a place like Taixuanjing. How can a down-and-out scholar like me who fled south can be compared. "

Nan Fengmian remained silent, as if he was carefully pondering those few lines of poetry.

"Why did Lu Jing write these poems?"

After a long time, Nan Fengmian asked.

The scholar shook his head in a daze: "Scholar Da Fu, all of them have transmitted these lines of poems, and after the flowers bloomed, the line "Hundred Flowers Killing" is said to have even reached the ears of the Candle King.

However, I don't know why Jing Guogong wrote these poems. "

Nan Fengmian said to himself: "These few lines of poetry are bold and dry, but full of determination, Lu Jing must have encountered difficulties.

However, he still has the ambition to wear golden armor and defeat the enemy, which is not easy. "

The middle-aged scholar smiled mischievously and remained silent.

He didn't know who the swordsman in front of him was, and he talked about Lu Jing one by one, as if he knew Jing Guogong very well.

The scholar didn't dare to say anything, but he didn't think so in his heart.

"Sure enough, there are all kinds of people in the Qi Kingdom. The one who holds the knife actually only clicks the word me on the side of the pen and ink, and he speaks quite loudly. I think he is a person who loves to show off."

The scholar thought so in his heart.

Nan Fengmian took out a piece of silver from his waist, handed it to the scholar, turned around and left with the picture.

The scholar weighed the silver in his hand, bit it again with his teeth, and his eyes immediately showed joy.

"It's better to sell Jing Guogong's paintings and calligraphy, but unfortunately I can't make the picture of the real dragon rising from the clouds, otherwise I should be able to sell for a very good price."

Nan Fengmian and Master Xinggu walked on the muddy streets together.

In this street, even the shouting businessmen are weak, and the corner of their eyes is always looking at the passers-by, or their colleagues in business.

Qi State is a place of wickedness, if you are not careful, sometimes you will not even know how to die.

The funny thing is……

But there are still many people who take the risk and come to this evil country to seek a living.

Most of them are scholars and practitioners who have long since subjugated the country, but do not have a permanent household registration.

If Dafu is still the overlord of the world, if the Northern Qin Dynasty has not risen, there will always be a place for them in Dafu Thirty-Six Dao.

But now, the battle between Beiqin and Dafu is in full swing. No matter whether people like them go to Beiqin or Dafu, they will inevitably have their faces burned, and they will go to the front line to serve as the front spear army.

The front spears were actually cannon fodder. These people really didn't want to die under the wheels of the burning chariots of the Northern Qin Dynasty. Most of them fled to the Western Regions, to the Sea Monster Kingdom, and to the remote small country that is still alive today.

It's a pity that the kings of the Western Regions rebelled and were unwilling to be under the actual control of Dafu. Dafu Zhongshanhou was sweeping the Western Regions with 180,000 elites.

The princess of the Sea Demon Kingdom was kidnapped again, and the Demon Emperor was furious. The anger turned into a wave and turned the Sea Demon Kingdom upside down.

Too many people died because of it.

Therefore, the exiled people had to come to Qi to seek life.

Nan Fengmian took this picture, squatted down on the muddy ground not far from the White Bone Palace, thought carefully, and felt a little worried.

"Maybe I should go back?"

"It's just that I boasted about Haikou in front of Lu Jing, saying that I would marry King Qi Yuan's dog head.

Going back in such a despondent way now would inevitably be laughed at by him. "

"But if you don't go back, he wears golden armor, it's best to kill all the flowers when the flowers bloom, in case he dies..."

"I don't know what happened to Lu Jing."

Nan Fengmian was full of worries, and the saber intent on his body rang out inadvertently.

In addition to being as free and easy as a breeze, that sword intent also carried the domineering nature of Nanfeng Mianqi.

In addition to being free and easy and domineering, the light of the knife is like a bright moon, brilliant beyond words.

He left Taixuanjing for more than a year.

If old friends in Taixuanjing saw Nan Fengmian at this time, they would be surprised at Nan Fengmian's unusual entry into martial arts.

There is a bright moon to accompany him, and there is real martial arts in his dreams.

He is no longer the swordsman who shines five times in the past.

"I know the origin of Mr. Lu Jing's poems."

Nan Fengmian was engrossed in watching, when suddenly a voice came from behind.

He turned his head and saw a monk with six ring scars scalded on his head, bending over to look at him with a smile on his face.

Nan Fengmian's eyes narrowed, and he took out a piece of broken silver from his belt, and threw it into the alms bowl held by the monk.

clang clang...

There was a very pleasant sound when the silver hit the ring bowl.

The monk took out the silver and bit it with his teeth, then made a Buddha's name with one hand, and said: "Jing Guogong has the power to call the wind and rain, which is against the rules of the immortals in the sky.

Lord Shuiyun will take the heaven and the west downstairs to the world, and will kill Jing Guogong. "

"Shuiyun Jun in the west tower of the sky?" Nan Fengmian held the handle of the knife and asked, "The majestic west tower in the sky comes from the lower realm, and the strong in my world just sit and watch?"

"Amitabha."

The monk replied: "The two imperial courts, the world's top nine, and the leading sects are all bound by rules and cannot be shot.

The sky is mighty, and the water-bashing kingdom swallowed by natural disasters is still burning with fire, which has not been extinguished for thirty-six years.

The world still needs to take a breather, and also needs to take advantage of the opportunity of the next spiritual wave, so how can we really break face with them? "

"The world has long lost face." Nan Fengmian put away the words, and said: "I am not a member of the two imperial courts, nor am I a member of a sect, walking, and killing a few immortals is not a violation of the rules."

Nan Fengmian turned around and left.

Although his voice was quiet when he spoke, his right hand clenched the handle of the knife revealed the worry in his heart.

"It's too late."

The monk's eyes were clear, and he shook his head: "The wind comes at dawn, and the rain comes at night.

It's better to leave earlier, now it's almost dawn, and the wind and rain are coming, if Mr. Nan goes again, I'm afraid he won't be able to catch up with the wind and rain. "

Nan Fengmian's breath stagnated, but he still moved forward.

The monk's mind moved, and a voice fell into Nan Fengmian's ears: "Aren't you going to kill that Qi Yuan king?"

Nan Fengmian's spiritual thoughts contended, and his sword intent: "King Qi Yuan's head is not as important as Lu Jing's life."

"Why do you need to go when you know you can't catch up?" The monk said, "To collect Lu Jing's body?

Shui Yunjun fell into the world himself, if Lu Jing was really going to die, there would be no whole body left behind. "

Nan Fengmian frowned suddenly, and turned to look at the monk: "Where did the master come from?"

The monk ignored Nan Fengmian's question, and said to himself: "In my dream, I saw a bright moon rising into the sky, shining directly on your body.

I also saw a true martial god looking at you. "

"Nan Fengmian, this Northern Qi is your opportunity, and it may eventually become your place of enlightenment.

You just leave like this, just afraid that the opportunity will escape, and the place of enlightenment will become your final burial place.

You do not care? "

Nan Fengmian paused slightly.

The monk thought that Nan Fengmian was moved by his words, and continued: "Even if you rush away now, it will not be of any help. Instead of this, it is better to stay in Qi State for a good life. One day you will kill King Qi Yuan, and everyone in the world will be killed." Everyone will miss your achievements, and your domineering sword spirit will also be successful."

Nan Fengmian frowned in thought.

The monk was about to continue talking, but Nan Fengmian suddenly turned around and strode in front of the monk.

"Master, I don't know why you came here, but since you know my name, I can trust you with my life. I hope you can take care of one of my... relatives for the time being."

"Dear one?" The monk couldn't help being taken aback.

Nan Fengmian pointed to an alley far away, and was about to speak, but felt dizzy in his mind.

The next moment he lost consciousness.

"I thought I had persuaded him, but I never thought that Nan Fengmian was thinking about his maid."

Monks hate iron for being weak.

He held Nan Fengmian's body in his hands, and two teenagers, a man and a woman, protruded from the alley not far away.

"Master, why do you pretend to be a monk to deceive Mr. Nan?"

Su Jianlin said: "There is an obsession in my heart. When I hear the news of my friend being robbed, I am willing to give up the rare opportunity without hesitation and rush back to Taixuanjing. Mr. Nan is such a knight."

Su Jianchuan glanced at his mouth and said: "If you want me to say, this Nan Fengmian is too upright, he knows he can't make it, but he still wants to go back to Taixuanjing.

Once back to Taixuanjing, it might not be so easy to come out again. "

"When he was at the fifth level of the star, Tai Xuanjing was unwilling to let him go.

In just over a year, he entered the star palace as if he had eaten a elixir, and he also dreamed of the true martial god repeatedly.

Such a character, if I were the Emperor Chongtian, I would not let him go. "

Su Jianlin gave Su Jianchuan a white look, and was about to refute a few words.

The monk at the side suddenly changed into a purple-robed Taoist priest.

The Taoist looked at Nan Fengmian in front of him, and said: "This opportunity for him is rare in the world.

But it's not as simple as just reflecting the star of Emperor Zhenwu, he saw Emperor Zhenwu in his dream, maybe like the Sanren in Dongting hundreds of years ago, it was Emperor Zhenwu walking in the world.

He couldn't leave the capital, especially when he knew he couldn't catch up with Lu Jing's catastrophe. "

Su Jianchuan and Su Jianlin both nodded.

After a few breaths, Su Jianchuan said worriedly: "Master, you have repeatedly tried to take Mr. Nan as your apprentice.

If you deceived him like this today, if he found out, wouldn't he want to pluck your beard? Let alone worship you as a teacher. "

Su Jianlin raised his jade hand and tapped Su Jianchuan's head: "Obviously a great monk knocked Mr. Nan unconscious, we happened to come to find him, and fought with that monk for 300 rounds to save his life!"

Su Jianchuan nodded immediately.

The deer-raising Taoist in purple robe also gave Su Jianlin a thumbs up.

...

The guests leave.

Lu Jing was still sitting in the courtyard where the orchids were blooming.

He held a letter in his hand, and his eyes were different from the calm before, but became a little softer.

"Lu Jing, I wanted to come to Taixuanjing many times, but the two masters imprisoned me on the statue of Taihao, pointing at the peak, and all I saw were white clouds.

Fortunately, I met a high-level swordsman who was willing to deliver a letter for me, so I can write this letter. "

...

The letter was naturally from Chen Xuanwu who had gone to Taihao Que.

In Chen Xuanwu's letter, some of the parents were short-sighted, they wrote about the beauty of Taihao Que, and about the sternness and kindness of his two masters.

Then he carefully asked if the girl in Shihua Pavilion was well.

Then... this simple and childish boy suddenly changed his style of writing.

"I heard about you from several pilgrims.

You know that I am a little timid and a little afraid of death, and I have never seen the big world, so I thought about it for a few days and nights before I came to help you.

But later, the master locked me in Taihao Zhishan, it was too high, and I didn't dare to look down.

The master and the second master are determined not to let me go, even if I jump the mountain or go on a hunger strike, they will not be moved.

Every time I jumped off the mountain, I went back in a blink of an eye. I didn't eat for dozens of days and I was never hungry. It was really annoying. "

"I've been with you, Lu Jing, for a short time, but you are also my only friend. As you said, my friend is in trouble, but I can't come to help. It really makes me feel that life is boring."

Seeing this, Lu Jing seemed to see Chen Xuanwu's half-dead face with drooping eyelids, and couldn't help laughing.

He continued to look down, his eyes suddenly changed slightly.

"Suffering, suffering, I suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

Why don't you wait until the fairy falls into the world, and I will point out the stars for you.

They can stop me from leaving Taihao Que, but they can't stop you from coming to me on the starlight.

When you come to Taihao Que, the two masters will not drive you away, but will definitely help you. "

"This Taihao Que is very miraculous, maybe even the immortals that day couldn't..."

"Broken Starlight takes you!"