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

  Chapter 115 The Law of Killing Bodhisattva, without the swamp of mercy, without the sign of grace and all things

   One grain of millet is planted in spring, and ten thousand seeds are grown in autumn.

  There are no idle fields in the four seas, and the farmers starve to death.

   There was no indignation in Lu Jing's eyes, nor did he complain about the injustice of the world.

   He just felt that these children in front of him should not be so pitiful.

   The oldest of the four children is only eight or nine years old, and the youngest girl is only four or five years old.

   But at this time, the girl blinked, the stains on her face still couldn't stop the hope and expectation in her eyes.

   She may think that her mother is just sick, but asleep.

   Now that I have food, I just need to wake her up and let her have a good meal, and my mother can wake up and continue talking to her.

  How can life and death in the world be so easily reversed?

Lu Jing smiled at the little girl and said softly, "Hurry up and eat, there's still a lot here, so I'll leave it to you. It's not too late to eat when your mother wakes up from sleep. You call her now, but I'm disturbing you. he."

   The little girl looked at Lu Jing ignorantly, because she had been displaced for a long time and didn't know how to thank her, she just squatted down and continued to eat the food on the oiled paper.

  Lu Jing just looked at it like this, under the influence of his modern soul and memory, he always felt that such a world was not really prosperous or prosperous.

   But Lu Jing was equally rational.

   He doesn't think that with his current ability, he can make this world better, and he doesn't think that by himself, he can achieve the great harmony of the world.

   It was just a matter of time, and I sent some leftovers that the nobles didn’t eat, but I could do my best.

   Just when Lu Jing was thinking.

  The eldest child held a piece of white meat in his hand, looked at it carefully, and pushed the two pieces of oil paper at Lu Jing's feet.

   The two pieces of oil paper were very close to Lu Jing, these children might be timid and never ate the food on them.

  The little boy's voice was like a mosquito murmur: "Dad...sir, you can eat some too."

  Lu Jing turned his head and gave the boy a careful look.

  When it is extremely difficult and extremely hungry, he does not forget the donor in front of him, and his xinxing is not bad.

   So he nodded, picked up a piece of simmered deer tendon on the oiled paper, put it in his mouth, chewed it twice, and said, "You can eat it, I've already eaten it, I'm not hungry."

   Lu Jing's words fell.

  The little boy quickly stood up, bowed deeply to Lu Jing, and continued to bury his head in eating what was in front of him.

  About ten breaths passed, the boy turned his head to look at the woman behind the locust tree, his eyes were full of tears but he never cried, and he secretly looked at Amei next to him.

   Maybe because he was afraid that his crying would scare the little girl.

   It was at this moment that Lu Jing seemed to have heard something. He frowned and stood up slowly.

   Several children looked up at him.

  Lu Jing picked up the jade jug beside him that was filled with Yudao sake, and said to the children, "Pack up the food and leave quickly, there is Su Weilang."

   As soon as these words came out, the faces of the children changed instantly.

   They hurriedly wrapped the oil paper in front of them.

  The little girl was still thinking about the woman under the locust tree, but the little boy said a few words carefully in the girl's ear.

   The girl's eyes lit up, and she asked in a tender voice, "Is there really a fairy under this locust tree?"

  The boy nodded heavily: "Yes, my mother only needs to sleep here for two or three days to get better.

  But the fairy in the tree doesn't want others to disturb..."

  …

   Lu Jing heard the voices of girls and boys.

   He had already turned around and walked out of this quiet alley with the jug of wine.

   turned the corner and walked more than ten steps on Yanglu Street.

   Then he saw that there were three red uniforms, and Su Weilang, who was wearing a high hat with an official sword on his waist, was walking forward.

   Dafu Taixuanjing does not enforce a curfew.

  But there is also Su Weilang patrolling at night to maintain order.

   Although Lu Jing didn't know what would happen if Su Weilang discovered those children.

   But just by looking at the fearful faces of those children, you know that the result will not be much better.

   So Lu Jing walked forward, still holding the jug in his hand.

   As the blood in his body surged, his eyes were a little dazed, and there was a bit of blush on his face.

  The three Su Weilang saw a drunken person walking by, and subconsciously wanted to ask.

   I saw that Lu Jing was neither noisy nor noisy, and although his clothes were not very luxurious, they were worth a lot of money.

   Coupled with Lu Jing's juvenile bookishness and his handsome face, the Su Weilangs didn't want to pay attention.

   In Taixuanjing at night, there are too many people drinking and having fun, and there are a lot of drunk people on the street. If everyone has to control, not to mention these Su Weilang, even the patrol troops on duty can't control it.

   But just as they passed the young man, the jade jug in Lu Jing's hand suddenly fell from his hand.

  The jade jug fell to the ground.

  Click…

   With a crisp sound, the jade shattered instantly.

   Among them, the precious Yudao sake was also sprinkled on the ground, and the aroma of sake came out.

   These Su Weilangs have also practiced martial arts. Although they have never cultivated qi and blood, the moment they smelled the aroma of this wine, they felt a lot of clarity in their minds!

   "This wine is extraordinary..."

   Su Weilang, headed by   , stopped immediately, walked towards Lu Jing, and saluted respectfully, "I don't know which mansion he is? But got lost?"

   The forty-year-old Su Weilang half-bowed and smiled at Lu Jing.

  Lu Jing squinted his eyes and said, "I live in Jingyin Street, but... after searching, I can't find where Jingyin Street is."

   When Weilang Nasu heard the word Jingyin Street, he immediately greeted the other two colleagues.

   "You support this son, there are few people in Yanglu Street, so don't worry too much, let's send this son back first..."

  The other two Su Weilang stepped forward immediately and supported Lu Jing towards the entrance of Yanglu Street.

   Actually, Lu Jing earlier, but just wanted to delay for a while.

   Several children with several large bags of food could not run fast.

   But he didn't expect these Su Weilang to be so enthusiastic.

  Lu Jing, surrounded by Su Weilang, walked towards Jingyin Street.

  The people are getting farther and farther away.

   But on the roof of the house in the quiet alley just now.

  A girl in white Bixialuo, with a tight gray short jacket, long hair tied down, and pure black hair, sat on the roof unscrupulously.

   This girl is wearing a fluttering robe, her lips are red without being touched, and her eyebrows are green without drawing.

   She glanced at the direction where the children disappeared, and then looked at the figures of Lu Jing and Su Weilang.

   The girl's eyes are clear, and in the faint moonlight, there is a bit of light revealed.

   She seemed to be sitting on that roof the whole time.

   But neither the pedestrians passing by, nor the children, Su Weilang, or even Lu Jing had ever seen her.

   The girl wrinkled her nose and seemed to smell the aroma of wine on the street.

   "Precious wine mixed with blood and grass... Because of these stray children, it was broken like this?"

  —

  Lu Jing finally returned to Jingyin Street under the "protection" of those Su Weilangs.

   Several Su Weilang also got their wish and waited for the reward of this young noble son.

Although    three taels of silver is not much.

   But they just walked one more time, and they were overjoyed to have this income.

   This kind of thing cannot be encountered every day on weekdays.

  Because of this, when Lu Jing swayed into Jingyin Street, the other two Su Weilang divided the money, and they sincerely admired the leader.

  Lu Jing entered Jingyin Street, returned to Gu Yuelou, and entered the wing.

   But found that Qingyue was packing something in a panic.

   Taking a closer look, Qingyue bought a lot of needles and thread, and she didn't know what she was embroidering.

  Lu Jing was still thinking about today's affairs, and entered the room without knocking on the door.

   Qingyue didn't have any complaints in her eyes. Lu Jing saw that she was hiding in a hurry, so he just pretended not to see and didn't ask.

   "Master, when you weren't in your room at night, there were many people who asked Xiao Er to ask questions. Some were guests in the Gu Yue Building, some were outside guests, and they all wanted to ask you to talk about it.

   They also sent famous posters. "

  Qingyue pointed to a stack of famous posts on the table, her eyes lit up: "Master, I don't dare to move these famous posts, you should look at them quickly."

   At this moment, there was a dazed look on Lu Jing's face, he nodded casually, and stepped forward to read the famous posts carefully.

   However, I found that there are indeed several characters in these famous posts.

   "At that time, General Xuanwei, General Ning Yuan... and several famous families in Xuandu invited invitations."

   "These people are basically trying to recruit me as a guest."

  Looking like this, Lu Jing felt a little headache again.

   With so many invitations, how can he get here? If you don't go, other people will always respond with one or two invitations, otherwise you will lose your courtesy.

  Lu Jing thought of this, looked at Qing Yue who was bored, and suddenly a smile appeared on his face.

   "Qing Yue, I remember that you didn't like to practice small script the most in the past? Why don't you practice now?"

  Qingyue never thought that Lu Jing would say this, her face darkened and she only said, "No one has taught me."

   Qingyue didn't say it clearly, but Lu Jing immediately thought of what she was talking about.

   When Lu Jingniang was still there, he taught him and Qingyue to read and write, and also taught them calligraphy and brushwork.

  But later, Sister Lu died of illness.

  Qingyue never practiced calligraphy again and began to serve Lu Jing wholeheartedly.

   After all, writing calligraphy still requires pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. The monthly salary of two or three taels of silver is too much for Lu Jing alone to practice calligraphy and reading, and for the two of them to eat and drink.

   Even though Lu Jingniang was very kind to Qingyue before her death, Qingyue always knew her identity and was never arrogant.

   "I'll teach you again, and there will be invitations like this in the future. After I read it, you can help me reply in small capital letters.

  The day after tomorrow, our small courtyard will be cleaned up, and there will be many invitations coming. You can be the housekeeper in the courtyard and take care of it carefully. "

   As Lu Jing said, he brought the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the desk in the guest room.

   Grind ink and lay paper by myself.

   Qingyue was a little stunned. Against the background of her pink dress, her face became more and more beautiful.

   "Come here."

   It wasn't until Lu Jing urged her that Qing Yue came to her senses, stood up quickly, and came to Lu Jing's side.

   "It starts with this general Sherwin-Williams reply."

   "I know a style of writing small case, called hairpin flower small case, and I only know a little bit of fur. If you study it carefully, you may be able to carry it forward..."

   "Understood young master..." Qing Yue looked carefully.

  Lu Jing stroked the pen, and the small script of the hairpin was reflected on the paper.

  Qingyue's eyes lit up, her small script is soft and beautiful, graceful like a tree, and Mu Ruo is a breeze.

  Many of the brushes and inks are elegant and elegant, smooth and thin, showing a kind of elegant and agile charm.

   "If many women in the boudoir look at this hairpin in small script, I'm afraid they will like it very much."

  Qing Yue thought so.

  Lu Jing finished writing two or three lines of characters, and then deconstructed three or five characters on the paper, scribbling the dots horizontally and vertically... One stroke at a time, serious and meticulous.

   After a long time, he handed the pen in his hand to Qingyue.

   "Come on, write your name."

  Qing Yue took the pen and carefully wrote the word "青" on the paper.

   The small capital letters are quite satisfactory, and there is not much beauty, and there is no meaning of hairpins.

  Lu Jing shook his head, walked behind Qingyue, and held Qingyue's pen with his right hand.

   "The small script of hairpin flowers must have muscles and strength, and pay attention to a multi-strength and strong tendon. If you seek it, you will have a strong character. It looks soft and beautiful, but in fact, the strokes cannot be ignored."

   He explained it carefully, and carefully held Qingyue's hand, and wrote the word Qingyue on the paper.

   wrote three or five times in a row.

  Lu Jing then put down Qingyue's hand and asked, "How do you feel the strength? Do you have any experience?"

   Qingyue blushed and lowered her head.

   She thought about it for a while, then shook her head and said, "Qingyue is too stupid, she never had any experience."

  Lu Jing was still patient and continued to hold Qing Yue's right hand.

   Qingyue felt a little dazed when she saw the young master's breath.

   A waning moon rises into the sky outside the window.

  Qingyue felt that although the moon has flaws, the human world also has flaws, but this scene tonight can make up for these flaws and flaws.

  —

   As the morning sun broke, Lu Jing came to Hanmo Academy early.

   He entered the room that Mr. Jiu arranged for him.

In the    house, several of his belongings are still in it.

   For example, the few classics he copied meticulously, such as the mind pen given to him by Mr. Guanqi, and that strange rose.

   The fairy in the flowerpot is still in full bloom, red and dripping, and there is no sign of decay.

   There is also a faintly demonic aura in it.

  Lu Jing put this rose immortal in the library, but he was very relieved.

  There are already many monsters in the library.

   Mr. Guanqi and Mr. Jiu must have already known that this thorn rose is a little weird.

   But they didn't say much, naturally because this thorn rose was brought by Lu Jing.

  If it was a common thorn rose, Lu Jing would naturally not transplant it into a flowerpot and carry it everywhere.

   There is also a reason why Lu Jing brought Thorn Rose to the bookstore.

   The most important reason is naturally that after the incident with Nan Xuehu, Guixian can no longer be placed in the small courtyard of Lu Mansion, otherwise the Jingyin Prefecture will send someone to investigate, and it is very likely that the big monster in Guixian will be found.

   Another reason is…

  Lu Jing's Cave Demon Fate found that the demonic aura emanating from this big immortal monster became more and more intense.

   In addition, the big monsters among them seem to have not recovered their strength and cannot control and hide these monsters.

  If Lu Jing took it with him, he would most likely be discovered by some powerful people in Taixuanjing.

   So where is the safest?

   is naturally a bookstore.

  The bookstore actually ignores the world, and it doesn't seem to have any extraordinary authority.

   But Dafu also wouldn't point fingers at the bookstore.

   There are not a few strong people in the bookstore. As long as Mr. Guanqi and Mr. Jiu acquiesce to the existence of this rose fairy, no one will say anything.

   At this moment, Lu Jing lowered his head, Yuanshen communicated with Lushan Guan Shenyu, and lowered his head to look at the big monster among the roses.

   The golden leaf paper that Lu Jing used to cover the big demon's body was a little off because it was moved back and forth.

   revealed the slender, fair legs of this big demon.

   This big demon's complexion has obviously improved a lot, and the trance in her eyes gradually subsided. She also looked up at Lu Jing, but she still seemed unable to speak, and couldn't control her spiritual sense.

  Lu Jing couldn't help but nodded when he saw the complexion of the big monster: "It seems that you will recover soon."

   The rose fairy big demon stared at Lu Jing with eyes like water.

   Naturally, she did not wear makeup on her face, but she still had a stunning look.

  The collarbone is clear, the skin is snow-white, and the beautiful eyes are indifferent when they are flowing, just like a fairy who doesn't eat fireworks on earth.

  Lu Jing thought for a while, and slowly put his **** into the thorn rose to straighten the gold leaf paper, covering the round jade legs of the big fairy, and then carefully watered her.

   A look of gratitude flashed in the eyes of the big fairy, but Lu Jing didn't see it.

   After doing all these things, Lu Jing calmed down and first visualized the Great Sage Yantian, King of Daming.

   Then he practiced Wuye Mountain's scolding technique, brewed the sun and moon sword light, and practiced the small wind and thunder technique.

   Until a full hour passed, Lu Jing did not rest.

   When he realized the trigger of fate, many incantations and seals about the [Brahma Dharma Body] appeared in Lu Jing's mind.

   "The Dharma Body of Brahma comes from the Dharma Destruction Sutra of Landa Monastery. It is an extraordinary Buddhist secret. If the primordial spirit practices this method, he can manifest Brahma Vajra, Brahma Bodhisattva, and Brahma Buddha!

  The power is terrifying, and the odds of winning against others can be greatly improved. "

  Lu Jing Yuanshen is now in the realm of Rizhao, and the accumulation of Yuanshen is getting deeper and deeper.

   After a few days, with the blessing of the Brahma Sun Dharma Body, and the blessing of the [Douxing Shining] fate, he always felt that if he fought Nan Xuehu again, he could defeat him without any surprise.

   Of course, if Nan Xuehu wore his treasured armor, brought his Snow Drinking Sword, or rode on the Yuelong Mountain, the blood of the people and horses would shine, and the result might be a little different.

   In any case, in about ten days, Lu Jing's improvement in cultivation can only be described as extremely fast.

   "Cultivation of the genius of fate, coupled with the enlightenment of fate... I have practiced these many magical powers, and I am not powerless..."

  Lu Jing thought of this, and when his primordial spirit came out of his body, he had already fallen into the black sandalwood sword.

   But he saw the sun and moon on the black sandalwood sword flickering awe-inspiringly.

   Indistinctly, one after another wind and thunder can be seen circulating in the black sandalwood sword, which is the power of the small wind and thunder technique.

   Even if the Sun Moon Sword Light and the Small Wind Thunder Technique are incompatible, they each have their own powers.

   "The magical powers of the sun, moon, sword light, and small wind and thunder are also extraordinary, but compared with the Buddhist secrets such as the Brahma Sun Dharmakaya, there are still many gaps.

   Correspondingly, the practice of the Brahma Dharma body is extremely difficult, the mantras and seals are very complicated, the vitality required is also very heavy, and the speed of the vitality of the vitality must be extremely fast..."

   "Even if I have the Fate of Enlightenment and the Prodigy of Cultivation, I'm afraid it will take me a lot of time to cultivate."

  Lu Jing thought about it like this, but his thoughts fell into his mind, and he saw that many white life qi in his mind were constantly entangled, constantly flowing, lingering around the chasing auspicious and avoiding evil fate.

   There are a total of three hundred and eighty-eight paths in these life cells.

   It is not far from the five hundred paths required to cultivate a genius.

   "A cultivating genius at the level of bright yellow can already allow me to reach the realm of sunshine and qi and blood for a thousand miles. If I upgrade to the level of bright green, can I master the Buddhist secret of the Brahma Sun Dharma Body in a few days?

   Can I practice faster? "

   Lu Jing guessed like this, and his thoughts fell on the strange thing he got under the trigger of his fate yesterday.

   "Running character..."

   [Dry: Yuan, Henry, Lee, Zhen.

   Wearing this talisman, the energy of gossip around the sky is enveloped, you can get good luck, you can get big profits, the purple energy of luck will come, and your luck will be improved. 】

   "There is such a strange thing?"

   Lu Jing smiled: "It's just a pity, it can only be used once."

   Immediately, Lu Jing came back to his senses.

   "People are not satisfied, they often encounter disasters and sorrows; after 33 days, they still have to build tall buildings."

   "It is good to have this lucky charm. If you are more greedy, it will not only be useless for things, but will only make your thoughts less accessible."

   Lu Jing admonished himself like this, so he continued to study the Brahma Sun Dharma Body.

   It was still half an hour before noon, and Lu Jing felt a little tired, so he stopped cultivating, and took out the basic books he brought and read it carefully.

   Until noon, Lu Jingzheng devoted himself to reading the classics.

   In front of the door, a short, plump young man came. He knocked on the door of Lu Jing's room and said loudly, "Sir, the rest of the gentlemen asked you to go to the dining hall of the academy."

  Lu Jing came back to his senses, answered with a sound, put down the book, and walked out of the house.

  The boy was waiting, he seemed simple and honest, but there was some slyness in his eyes.

   He saluted Lu Jing and said, "Sir."

  Lu Jing nodded at him, but did not return the salute.

  From today onwards, he is the teacher of Hanmo Academy. As long as he is in the academy, his status is naturally noble, and he does not need to salute the students.

   "Sir, are you Mr. Lu Jing from the Lu family..."

   As the two walked like this, the short, chubby boy said, "My name is Jianghu..."

   This young man followed Lu Jing and said his name.

   When Lu Jing heard the boy's name, he couldn't help turning his head to look at him.

   For some reason, the names of the people he met in the past few days were so strange.

The    teenager smiled awkwardly, but did not explain the origin of the name.

  Lu Jing just nodded, he thought for a while, and then explained carefully: "Now I am no longer a child of the Jiuhu Lu family."

  Jianghu hurriedly bowed to Lu Jing: "Please forgive me, sir, I was too curious, I asked without thinking, I'm rude."

  Lu Jing smiled casually: "It's okay."

   He really is okay.

  Because Lu Jing knows that today, there are still many people talking about him, they will say that he is a young Mr. Shulou, and they will say that he is a young wizard, and naturally he will refer to the son of the Jiuhu Lu family.

   Of course, many people would laugh at the mention of the Jiuhu Lu family.

  Because of such ridiculous talk, for many dignitaries, there are not many.

   The two continued on and went to the dining hall.

  Hanmo Academy has an independent dining hall.

  Lu Jing walked into the dining room and saw that food was already placed on the tables.

   These foods do not look luxurious, they are all home-cooked dishes, but they smell delicious.

   A student of Hanmo College sat in front of the desk without moving his chopsticks.

   When Lu Jing walked into the dining hall, many students immediately stood up and saluted Lu Jing.

   These students include old and young, from noble families, and from the cold. Lu Jing's Dongyao Fate found that there are monsters among them, and they are of all kinds.

   They didn't address Lu Jing, but silently greeted Lu Jing with a student salute.

  Lu Jing nodded again, and they took their seats.

   And sitting on the table in the front row are seven or eight gentlemen from the Hanmo Academy.

   Mr. Jiu was not there, but there was a gentleman with a long beard, clear eyes, and a handsome face, standing up and facing Lu Jing.

   With a smile on his face, he said to Lu Jing, "Mr. Jing, please take a seat. Today, Mr. Jiu has no time, so let me introduce you."

   "My name is Guan Changsheng. I was originally from Donghe Kingdom, but later I moved to Dafu and became a Mr. Shulou."

Lu Jing looked carefully, but saw that this gentleman named Guan Changsheng had a valiant look on his face. He was obviously dressed as a scholar and had a handsome face, but he seemed to be standing there like a towering mountain. , brings a heavy sense of oppression.

  Lu Jing was not surprised when he knew that the Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon was in the library. He saluted Guan Changsheng in front of him and the other gentlemen in the Hanmo library in the distance.

   Those gentlemen also saluted.

  Lu Jing took a seat and ate.

   Guan Changsheng introduced other gentlemen and Lu Jing.

   Lu Jing saw the ceremony one by one, and the other gentlemen also had emotion in their eyes, naturally they were lamenting Lu Jing's youth.

   Guan Changsheng also made a gesture of invitation to the other gentlemen, and the other gentlemen moved chopsticks, and the other students in the library began to eat.

   During the meal, there was no voice in the dining hall.

   "There are also many etiquettes in the bookstore, but these etiquettes don't bother me, they are not like the pickled rituals of the Lu family."

  Lu Jing thought about it while eating and drinking, but all the dishes on the table were empty during tea time.

  Everyone went to wash up with their own tableware and chopsticks.

  Several gentlemen as well.

   Guan Changsheng and Lu Jing squatted in front of the wooden barrel, washing their dishes carefully.

Guan Changsheng's temperament also didn't seem to be cold, so he smiled at Lu Jing: "This afternoon is Mr. Jing's first class, and a few gentlemen and I are going to come to listen. Long Wu, Feng Qi, and future articles, can also be a little more free and easy and sharp."

  Lu Jing was not nervous, but nodded and smiled: "Lu Jing has a lot of shortcomings, only the cursive script is a little more confident.

   Today, several gentlemen came to see my writing, and after today, I would also ask some gentlemen to enlighten me on the shortcomings of what Lu Jing has learned. "

   Guan Changsheng finished washing the dishes, stroked his long beard, and said to himself, "No wonder Mr. Guanqi praised Mr. Jing. It's not easy for a young man to become enlightened and cultivate his character, but he never cultivated his pride."

  —

   Mr. Shulou Qi is already full of white hair.

   His face was old, and there was no radiance in his eyes. Even when he walked, he stumbled and had to walk with a cane.

   In addition to his plain-colored linen clothes that looked like mourning clothes, he revealed a sense of death.

   Mr. Qi walked on the second floor like this.

   A man beside him carefully supported him.

   This man has a dignified appearance, a stern body, and a pair of eyes that shoot the bullfighting star in the sky. Gu Pan seems to have the prestige that is invincible!

   He walks at will, but his every move has a fierce dominance. Around his tall body, it seems that there are several noble gods who are sheltering him. Even the cold wind in the air must be avoided.

   Such a domineering man, but at this moment, he supported Mr. Qi and walked slowly on the second floor.

   In his eyes, there is still a lot of respect for Mr. Qi... and reluctance.

The man didn't say a word, but the old Mr. Qi was trembling, right, and said, "Zhuo Xian, that killing Bodhisattva's dharma power is indeed unparalleled in the world, but it is a great technique of killing, although it came from Buddhism, it is very powerful. Without compassion, without the image of all things, it is enough to have a shallow taste, without going too deep."

   Mr. Qi said, teaching the man.

   From his words, the identity of this man has been revealed.

   It was Yu Zhuoxian, the prince of the dynasty who went to Daleiyin Temple not long ago and was taught the method of killing a bodhisattva by the Great Buddha in the Human World.

  Yu Zhuoxian is different from other Dafu teenagers in that he does not have long hair, instead he has short hair every inch.

   There was no deepness or warmth in his brows and eyes. Instead, he was full of unparalleled aura, and he frowned at will, as if there was a thunderstorm brewing, it would fall to the heavens and the earth.

  Mr. Qi speaks like this, his breath is weak and weak.

  Yu Zhuoxian showed respect, and turned his ears to listen carefully to Mr. Qi.

   immediately nodded and said, "Sir's teaching, Zhuo Xian has always kept in mind over the years that since I am in the position of the prince, I can use the method of killing bodhisattvas to support my spirit, but I also need to cultivate a compassionate heart.

   The truth among them, Zhuo Xian naturally understands. "

  The prince spoke, obviously very calm, but there seemed to be a dragon moving in his throat, which brought bursts of thunder.

  Mr. Qi let out a long sigh, and while walking, he slowly shook his head and said, "You just call me Mr. Qi, although you are my disciple, you are just like many other disciples in the library.

   In the matter of Dafu, the library cannot interfere, nor will it interfere.

   If you call me Mr., it will make the sage unhappy. "

Yu Zhuoxian heard these words, but there was no other expression in his eyes, he just said: "Zhuoxian never thought of letting the fourth floor of the bookstore intervene in the affairs of the court, but Mr. Taishi, teach me to read and practice martial arts.

  Since I have the reality of master and apprentice, if I am afraid of the words of the people in the court and dare not call you Mr., how can I call this 'Zhuxian' name? "

   He said that, but his eyes were very firm.

  Mr. Qi didn't say anything anymore when he heard these words.

   He walked and stopped for a while, panting, and seemed tired.

  Yu Zhuoxian was not in a hurry or impatient, Mr. Qi stopped to rest, he waited by the side, and Mr. Qi continued to walk, he continued to help.

  The two stopped and went, and finally came to the front of Hanmo Academy.

   "You came to see me and helped me walk around like this, but it relieved my loneliness a little."

Mr. Qi looked at the plaque of the Hanmo Academy and said, "Lao Jiu is not here today. Before you know it, you helped me come here, probably for Mr. Lu Jing?"

  Yu Zhuoxian didn't hide it, nodded and said, "I came to the library today, one of the reasons I want to see Mr.

  Secondly, I didn't hide it. I saw Lu Jing that day, and my method of killing a bodhisattva was faintly shaken, as if his weak primordial spirit had its own tyranny.

   I was curious, and I just had time today, so I wanted to drop by and take a look at this Lu Jing. "

   Yu Zhuoxian spoke calmly and did not hide anything.

  Mr. Qi raised his head, looked at the plaque of the Calligraphy Academy, and said, "This plaque was inscribed by the master himself, the calligrapher originally said Mr. Jiu.

   He has a wonderful handwriting, wonderful writing, wonderful calligraphy, and wonderful paintings.

  Master hoped that Mr. Jiu could pass on his precious calligraphy, but after Mr. Jiu broke his arm, the Calligraphy Academy, like other academies in the academy, began to teach ordinary classics. "

   "Mr. Guanqi and Mr. Jiu let Lu Jing come here with high expectations."

   Yu Zhuoxian's eyes showed more approval, and said: "I have heard the name of Lu Jing's cursive brush and ink, it is said that he also left paintings in the Xuandu Shihua Pavilion.

   The painting skills are not brilliant, but there are many visions.

   These young people, Mr. Guanqi and Mr. Jiu should have some expectations. "

   "But...the gate on the fourth floor has been closed since Mr. Four died.

   As long as Lu Jing doesn't enter the fourth floor, I've met him a few times. It's not beyond the norm to invite this young man to join the WTO. "

   Yu Zhuoxian's eyes were confident and awe-inspiring.

   He looked at the clouds in the sky and said, "There are not many geniuses in the world. I'm not greedy for many, I just want to get one or two of them. Do you think it's too much, sir?"

  Mr. Qi's cloudy eyes did not change at all. He didn't seem to have heard Yu Zhuoxian's words. He tried his best to turn his head and asked loudly, "What did you say?"

   Yu Zhuoxian smiled.

   He naturally understood that it was Mr. Qi who was unwilling to answer, not that he had never heard it.

   The two entered the Hanmo Academy in this way.

   However, in the Hanmo Academy, many students were crowded into a teaching pavilion.

  The pavilion was not big, but it was overcrowded at this time.

   There are several gentlemen in the front row.

  The rest are all disciples of the academy.

   Their eyes flashed with amazement as they looked at the young gentleman standing on the platform of the teaching pavilion.

   "Lu Jing..."

   Yu Zhuoxian showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, so he stood at the front door, looking at the church from a distance.

  Mr. Qi also watched Lu Jing carefully with his cloudy eyes.

  Lu Jing was writing something on the paper.

Before the    desk case, there are still a few of his pen and ink.

   Yu Zhuoxian's eyes fell on the ink, and he couldn't help nodding slowly.

  Lu Jing's cursive script is really good!

   The lines of text are vigorous and vigorous, with vigorous brushwork, which has bones and edges.

  Elegant, free and easy, with a lot of majesty and prosperity!

   Even Lu Jing at this time had never noticed that he had practiced pen and calligraphy for many days.

  His cursive calligraphy has changed a little from the original copy of the cursive sage Zhang Xu, and it seems to be in line with his heart.

   Mr. Lian Qi's eyes filled with admiration when he saw Lu Jing's cursive script.

   "No wonder Mr. Guanqi wants him to come to the Hanmo Academy. Although this Lu Jing is only a teenager, he has a bit of uprightness in his writing and a lot of uprightness.

   was not so direct to the people's hearts, but has a profound background..."

  Mr. Qi took another look, and his expression suddenly changed.

   He trembled and took two steps forward, squinting his eyes and looking at it carefully: "That's Mr. Four's... mind pen?"

   Yu Zhuoxian raised his brows slightly when he heard Mr. Qi's words, and looked at the pen in Lu Jing's hand.

The    pen looks unremarkable, and the body of the pen has even faded, so it’s not worth taking a second look.

   But Yu Zhuoxian's complexion changed again.

   He thought for a while and said, "Mr. Jing, I studied when I was young, but my ambition was not firm because of external things. I would like to ask Mr. Jing, how can I always keep the heart of studying?"

   At this time, Lu Jing just finished writing a pen and ink for people to circulate. While everyone was still amazed, they heard the voice after that.

   They turned their heads and saw Mr. Qi.

  Many teachers and disciples turned pale and were about to stand up to salute Mr. Qi.

   However, Mr. Qi waved his hand lightly and said, "I'm still in class, reason and knowledge are more valuable than me."

   The teachers and disciples in the class hurriedly sat down and looked at Lu Jing.

  Lu Jing thought for a while, held the pen, put it down, and picked up the piece of grass paper.

   Everyone looked at it, but saw a line of words written on it.

   "Learning the Tao must be fierce, always stick to the original intention, and not intrude on the slightest desire for material things."

(Three-in-one chapters) The current update (16/33), the additional three chapters are 5500, 6000, 6500 monthly tickets, everyone is really fast this month... This month is less than 20 No. shall not be added to the end of the next month.

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