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

   Even on a cold winter night.

   On the bustling streets in the center of Taixuanjing, there are still many people from Xuandu coming and going.

  The wine shop building decorated with stars is still shining.

  Pei Yingui was sitting at the top of the wall, looking up at the sky in the deep clouds and fog, the moonless and starless sky seemed darker and darker, but for some reason, she liked this kind of night very much.

  Especially in the quiet empty mountain alley, in the past many years of fleeing, these nights seemed precious, but now, although her life is much calmer, there are still unease and... the killing thoughts that impacted her heart.

  Because of this, whether it is the cold wind blowing, the silent empty mountain alley, or the dark sky that gave birth to, it is rare for Pei Yingui to be calm.

   "The two hundred and seventy-sixth day."

  Pei Yingui's eyes were calm, her two slender legs fell on the wall and swayed randomly, and the fluttering of her long hair made the fleeing princess look even colder.

   She looked at the sky earnestly for a long time, then looked down at an ancient book in her hand.

  The ancient books are yellowed, and the ink marks on them are a little smudged, obviously very old.

   "Luomei... Guanghan... Gongque..."

   Pei Yingui struggled to read the words on the ancient book, which seemed very unfamiliar to her.

   Many of these glyphs are much more complex than Dafu characters, because this is the Qi state script.

   As early as 800 years ago, most of the world was once unified by an ancient dynasty.

   This ancient dynasty was named "Taiwu". Since this dynasty, most of the world's books and vehicles have the same text, and the scales have been unified, and the Taiwu text has spread throughout the world.

   Later, perhaps because of natural disasters or man-made disasters, this ancient dynasty that unified the world began to fall apart.

  The feudal lords rebelled and divided the world, and I do not know how many kingdoms were born and died.

  Civilization is also different. The cultures of various countries have subtle differences at first, and then these differences gradually become larger, especially customs and habits.

   The change in the text is minimal.

   For example, scholars in the state of Qi could understand the vast majority of Dafu characters, and vice versa.

   Later, at the beginning of the founding of Dafu, it had close contacts with the surrounding countries, and more Dafu civilization and Dafu characters were introduced to Qi, Donghe, Anhuai...

  …even those weak countries that have been annexed by other powers.

   It is precisely because of this that Pei Yingui and Han Cai have never stepped into the territory of Dafu in their entire lives. Now they are here in Taixuanjing, but they can communicate with people. Even with a little attention, their accents can be concealed.

   But the problem is…

   Pei Yingui lives in the deep palace of Qi State. In that palace, which is cold all year round, she has never learned writing, just like her mother-in-law.

   Even her cultivation was taught orally by her mother-in-law.

  Because of these reasons, Pei Yingui only felt that this ancient book in his hand was very precious, and even the ancient book that was once regarded as a treasure by that madman... But it was so obscure and difficult to understand.

   She speculated about the meaning of a word in the ancient book for a while, but in the end she sighed helplessly, flipping her wrist, the ancient book had disappeared.

   "I want to kill him... My cultivation is far from enough."

   "Always find a way to learn the magical powers recorded in this ancient book."

   Pei Yingui turned her head to the side and thought carefully, she once wanted to separate the text on the ancient book and ask someone to teach it.

But because many words in the book are obscure and difficult to understand, the words are arranged in order, because it is a practice method, and there are many ambiguities. It needs to be combined to look at the whole text. If you only know the meaning of a single word or word, and you practice rashly, you will inevitably practice What's wrong.

   Pei Yingui thought of this, her eyes moved suddenly, and she turned to look at the neighbor's house not far away.

  In that small courtyard, only the main house was lit with a lantern.

   From the window grilles, you can see the beautiful girl, who is seriously practicing calligraphy.

   "If Miss Qingyue also understands cultivation and the terminology of cultivation, you can ask her to teach me."

   Pei Yingui frowned, only feeling that many things in the world are really helpless.

  I am a self-cultivator, and the famous bow named Guanghan Palace in my hand has taken the lives of many pursuers. Now I have the treasure in my hand, but I can't understand it.

"Maybe…."

Looking at the small courtyard next door, she thought of the jade-like young man, the letter he wrote, and the coldness and deepness in his eyes when he walked out of the shantang after a chance encounter that day. hidden anger.

On that day, Pei Yingui and Han Cai only thought that Lu Jing was just not interested at that time, but they never thought that in a short time, the young gentleman with a genial smile on his face always walked away with a sword. At the cost of being imprisoned, he murdered those who made a name for themselves.

   is just like...the one who escaped from the palace.

   "If Mr. Lu Jing gave him this book, I wouldn't have to worry too much."

   Pei Yingui was thinking.

  Suddenly, she sensed that there were a lot of spiritual thoughts in the void.

   Most of these spiritual thoughts came from the center of Taixuanjing. Some spiritual thoughts were powerful, while others were still a little immature.

   But these many spiritual thoughts all flow into the void.

  Pei Yingui was puzzled, and turned her head to look at a certain place in Taixuanjing. When she raised her eyes, there was a sudden flash of thunder in her eyes, and a layer of congenital blood vibrated in her body, and the surging spirit melted into her eyes.

   She also looked up to the sky.

   But in the depths of the clouds and mist, a fiery sword energy shone with rainbow light, dragging a long tail, shooting straight away, and wandering in the sky.

   "Mr. Lu Jing..."

   Pei Yingui lightly brushed the long hair between her foreheads and looked at her, only to see her always gentle neighbor with a corpse in her hand.

  The corpse had no head, blood was spilled continuously, and it was blown away by the cold wind.

   Lu Jing's body was spotless, he just stood on the black long sword and flew all the way towards the center.

   "That corpse... is the corpse of a cultivator of the Shenhuo realm?"

   Pei Yingui Xiantian Yuetong caught the faint flickering fluctuations of vitality in the monk's body, and suddenly became a little surprised. Lu Jing stood upright on the sword, but his face was expressionless.

   The sharp sword light fell on the heavens and the earth, attracting many spirits to pry, but Lu Jing ignored it and gradually disappeared.

   Pei Yingui was in the empty mountain alley and couldn't see too far. She thought about it for a while, but suddenly some interest appeared in her heart.

   So, Pei Yingui rubbed the ring on her hand with her thumb, but in an instant, a large moonlight bow appeared in her hand, and she gently pulled the bowstring.

   This moonlight bow named Guanghan Palace was easily pulled away by Pei Yingui, the vitality brewed in it, and the congenital blood in Pei Yingui's body was merged into a moon arrow.

  chi!

The    moon arrow flew out and disappeared into the void without a sound, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

   Pei Yingui shot an arrow and closed his eyes.

   That moon arrow flew into the void, following Lu Jing far behind.

   Lu Jing's sword light flickered and gradually approached the center of Taixuanjing. Several spiritual thoughts had already entered his mind.

   This is the divine sense from Xuanyiwei, ordering him not to control the sword light in the center of Xuandu.

  If it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that he would already be held accountable.

  But Lu Jing's identity is unusual at this time, and he has a bit of royal background. Xuanyiwei is directly under the Taixuan Palace, so naturally he has to give this new prince a little face.

  Lu Jing's Jianguang didn't last long, and finally ended up on a brilliant street.

  This place is called Wulong Street... There are many generals in the army living in Dafu, the most famous of which is the Li family in Xuandu.

  The six generations of the Li family in Xuandu were all Dafu generals, but before the rise of Li Guanlong in the Shaozhu Kingdom, the most powerful of the six generations was only a fifth-rank loose general.

   Later, Li Guanlong of Shaozhu Kingdom became famous when he was a teenager. At the age of 28, he was a real dragon with blood pressure and became famous all over the world.

   At the age of 30, he led the Dafu Dance Dragon Army, smashed the Western demon kingdom, beheaded the demon king, and made great contributions.

   Now, six years have passed.

   In the past six years, another wealthy family has been added to Taixuan Beijing, which is the Li family of Xuandu.

  Lu Lu landed in front of Wulong Street, and in the darkness, I don’t know how many eyes fell on him.

   But the boy didn't seem to care.

   still dragged the corpse and walked forward step by step, the black sandalwood sword was suspended beside Lu Jing, emitting a faint light.

   A grand sword intent roams the Dragon Dance Street like a blazing sun.

   as bright.

  Nan Heyu and General Holding Xing also entered the city with Lu Jing, standing silently on a towering plane tree.

   "What is Lu Jing doing?"

   The stars on the mask of the general star holding the star are a little dim: "This is the Dragon Dance Street, there are many generals' residences, who is he going to look for with the body of the monk?"

   Nan Heyu shook his head, Qian Xiushui at his waist felt Lu Jinghongsheng's sword intent and could not help but tremble slightly.

   She had to gently stroke Qian Xiushui to quiet the famous sword.

   Pei Yingui also saw this scene through Moon Arrow.

   This was the second time she sensed Lu Jing's sword intent. The first time was when Lu Jing was assassinated in Kongshan Alley.

   "Mr. Lu Jing obviously has a great loss of Yuanshen, why is the Sword Intent so grand?"

   Pei Yingui sensed the gradually condensing vitality...

   "This is the realm of the True Transformation Palace." The more she was puzzled by Lu Jing's terrifying cultivation, and the more she felt that her neighbor was so extraordinary!

   At this time and here, I don’t know how many eyes fell on this place.

  The Taixuan Palace, the bookstore, and many real wealthy and powerful mansions all have the spiritual thoughts of the strong flowing, or they can use the power of treasures to know the world!

   They all wanted to take a look at Lu Jing... what exactly did they want to do.

  Lu Jing dragged the corpse, walked through the courtyards, and walked towards the Li Mansion in Xuandu!

   "Lu Jing, this is Taixuanjing, what are you trying to do with a corpse?"

   Suddenly, there was a loud shout, but there was no one.

  Lu Jing didn't stop at all, and still walked forward. Several generals' mansions along the way were wide open, and many soldiers walked out of them. The blood was surging in his body, and a murderous aura rushed toward his face.

   They stared at the landing scene expressionlessly, and the pressure of the peak killing was suppressed.

  Lu Jing's footsteps paused slightly, and an even greater righteousness bloomed from him.

   He is still striding... toward the Shaozhu Kingdom's mansion!

  Ps: Overtime is late, there is another chapter, stay up late and come out for everyone to see tomorrow.

   As for why I don't save the manuscript... Recently, the pressure of epidemic prevention is too high, and I don't have any holidays. I really can't save the manuscript.