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

  Under the statue of the Tibetan Buddha, Lu Zhongshan, dressed in blue clothes, with an expression of piety, slowly bowed down.

   The sympathetic face of the Tibetan Buddha covered the scorching sun in the sky and turned into a vast shadow, covering the second master of the Jiuhu Lu family.

   Looking carefully, you can also see that Lu Chongshan already has traces of white hair on his temples. He was in his prime, but he was so old.

  In the eyes of the old man of Nan, he only felt that Lu Chongshan had already merged with the shadow under the sculpture of the Tibetan Buddha. They were completely integrated in the darkness, and bursts of murderous desire permeated from his prostration, shrouding the surrounding void.

   What makes Nan Lao Guogong even more strange is that…

   Lu Zhongshan, who revealed this kind of killing intent, did not have the slightest fluctuation of vitality in his body, and his body was also very fragile, and he had not even completed the casting of bones.

   It is for these reasons that the old man of Nan Lao felt that everything in front of him revealed these strangeness.

Host Shi Nu did not solve the doubts for the old man of Nan, but put his palms together and chanted the Dazang Buddha's speech, saying: "From the moment when the benefactor of Chongshan stepped into the Jokhang Temple ten years ago, I have already noticed Chongshan. The dusty heart of the donor is still shining, and many Buddhist scriptures are not obscure in his eyes, and can even be penetrated at a glance.

  But... He observes the Buddhadharma and learns Buddhist principles every day, but he has gradually embarked on a path to becoming a demon, which is a pity. "

  The old man of the South frowned slightly and looked at Shi Nu to preside over: "So, there is a devil being raised in the Jokhang Temple?"

  Xi An's pale beard and hair trembled slightly, and he was silent for a few breaths of time, but then said: "Since you already understand the principles of Buddhism, maybe after becoming a demon, you can completely eliminate your obsessions and become a Buddha."

   "Compared with the vast majority of people in the world, the road of the benefactor of the mountains is much smoother."

   "First enter the devil and then become a Buddha?"

  Nan Lao Guogong was noncommittal, he thought for a while, then turned and left, not wanting to look at Lu Chongshan, who was still paying homage to the Tibetan Buddha statues.

   The two were still walking in the snow.

   The two old men looked old, but neither the cold wind on the mountain nor the steep mountain road ever stopped them.

Nan Lao Guogong walked to the highest peak of Mount Jokhang, and looked up at the sky that was already covered by clouds and mist: "The director of the Star Watching Company saw that the three stars were looming in the sky, but over the past few years, the immortals behind the Tianmen have also frequently settled down to investigate the world. Everything, it's not unusual."

  He said this, a strange color flashed in his eyes.

The host of    Anger seemed to have known the news for a long time, but said in a low voice: "Decades ago, there were also many visions. After the vision, a spiritual tide broke out, and the vitality of the mortal world increased greatly."

   The old man of Nan's eyes was even more strange, and his old and deep eyes showed some heartbeat.

  Under the spiritual tide, all the monks in the world can have a great opportunity, and for the old man of Nan Lao, who is close to his lifespan, he may be able to go a step further under the spiritual tide, repair the body that has been exhausted after a long battle, so as to prolong his life.

   But then, Nan Lao Guogong suddenly remembered the last spiritual tide, the world has not changed dramatically, all the fruits of the spiritual tide have been picked, but they have not belonged to too many in the mortal world.

  Thinking of this, Lao Guogong Nan suddenly flashed some disappointment in his eyes and shook his head slowly.

  The host of Shi Nu didn't say much, the two stood on the peak like this, looking down at Taixuanjing in the distance.

   In these few nights, the stars hang high in the sky, and the incomplete moon also sheds a cold glow, shining on the mortal earth.

   But I don't know if the celestial beings in the sky are also under the moonlight.

   In the middle of the night, Lu Jing did not rest, but sat cross-legged on the bed and practiced with his eyes closed.

  In his body, the furnace smelted a lot of vitality, and the snow mountain built out of it has become more solid and clearer.

The reason why the fourth realm of martial arts is called Daxueshan is because under the Daxueshan, whenever the Xuan Gong is performed, the vitality that floats in the heaven and earth will swim in and adhere to the surface of Daxueshan, as if it were a pure white of snowy mountains.

   In fact, the Daxueshan itself is extremely hot, it refines these vitality and turns it into surging blood, which flows into the limbs and bones, and constantly strengthens the body of the martial arts cultivator.

  Lu Jing is practising martial arts at the moment, but the Zhou Tian practice method he is running today does not come from the True Mysterious Art of Daxue Mountain, but from [Nine Gods Holding Mysterious Law].

   The Nine Gods Holding Mysterious Law was obtained by Lu Jing from the Seventh Prince's Nine Gods Lotus.

   Nine God Lotus itself is extremely

  A precious treasure, but engraved with such a kind of martial arts.

   For a long time, Lu Jing has been persevering in comprehending the Nine Gods' Mysterious Law, and even now he has quite a bit of experience.

   In addition, Lu Jing has stepped into the fourth realm of martial arts, so he can finally practice this method.

   "The Nine Gods Holding Mysterious Art is so much more mysterious than the Daxue Mountain True Mysterious Art I practiced before, it is almost incomparable."

  Lu Jing closed his eyes, and moved the snowy mountain in his body according to the method of the Nine Gods practising Xuan Gong.

   All of a sudden, the vitality absorbed by the Daxue Mountain became even more surging, the blood flow rate of the qi and blood it nurtured was much faster, and there was a faint flickering of unique spirit.

  Lu Jing felt that the Nine Gods held the Mysterious Law, and only felt that when he practiced this method, the Daxue Mountain seemed to become wider and grander, more turbulent vitality hit, and the qi and blood became much thicker.

   "Nine Gods hold the Mysterious Law. Just this way of getting started with the Zhoutian method can already be called mysterious... But the real mystery is his method of merging the gods."

  Lu Jing opened his eyes, his spiritual sense communicated with the Yunkong pattern, and the Snow Drinking Sabre instantly appeared in his hand.

  The light of the sword flickered with brilliance, and an overwhelming chill emerged from this long sword.

  Lu Jing held a long knife and gave a slight shock!

  Between the soft cries of the Snow Drinking Sabre, the spring thunder saber intent burst out suddenly, resounding all around Lu Jing.

   Vaguely, it was as if a spring thunder had exploded in the void, and all things were revived and full of vitality!

"In the meaning of this spring thunder knife, there is a kind of martial arts spirit. The real mystery of the nine gods holding mysteries is that the spirit of martial arts is combined with qi and blood. ."

  Lu Jing revolved the spring thunder sword intent, and many sounds of thundering thunder continued to play, and the nine gods held the mysterious method with a bang.

  In an instant, a spring thunder flashed above the snow-capped mountains.

   The spirit of martial arts like thunder was actually integrated into the snow-capped mountains under the reflection of the golden light of the Nine Gods Holding Mysterious Law!

   And it was from this moment that the qi and blood that flowed from the Daxue Mountain was faintly surging, and it became very powerful.

It is precisely because of the blessing of Chunlei Spirit that Lu Jing keenly sensed that the effectiveness of the Nine Gods' profound magic had increased dramatically, whether it was the speed of absorbing vitality, the speed of producing qi and blood, or the speed of qi and blood transforming the body. Much faster.

   "This is indeed a marvelous martial art."

  Lu Jing continued to train the full nine vital qi and blood around the sky, blending the nine gods qi and blood into every inch of flesh and blood on the whole body, only then did he open his eyes again and let out a long breath.

   He stretched out a finger, flicked his finger lightly, and a thunder sound flashed, and the original red blood qi and blood actually contained thunder and lightning, shining brightly!

   "The strength of Chunlei's qi and blood is greatly improved compared to pure qi and blood. I use this level of qi and blood to activate the five-stage True Profound Palm, and even the Chunlei Saber Intent, the power will definitely increase greatly."

   "And this is not the limit of the nine gods holding the mysterious method. Every time a kind of martial arts spirit is combined, the nine gods holding the mysterious method will become stronger, and the nine gods' blood will be unparalleled!

  These martial arts are so mysterious, no wonder they were engraved on the precious and very precious nine gods lotus. "

  Lu Jing's mind flickered.

   At this moment, Lu Jingyi's cultivation base can already be described as tyrannical.

Yuanshen has already stepped into the fifth realm, drawing spiritual thoughts, and building a real palace. Even at this moment, Lu Jing's cultivation speed can be called a thousand miles in a day, and he will soon be able to step into the peak of the fifth realm realm. reach the stage of manifestation.

   Although the martial arts cultivation level is only in the fourth realm, he has spring thunder qi and blood, and he has cultivated a martial arts spirit.

   In addition, there are two fates, the fate of the star fighting officer and the wrath of the common man.

   At this moment, Lu Jing's combat power is not far from that of an ordinary first-level cultivator.

   And those who hold treasures above the fifth rank, there are also very powerful disciples of famous martial arts and profound arts, even if they reach the peak of the fifth realm, Lu Jing is not afraid at all.

   "I'm in the fifth realm, and my combat power is almost invincible... When I upgrade the wrath of a man, I may be able to defeat the sixth realm cultivator who has smelted a supernatural fire or a congenital aura."

   Lu Jing thought so in his heart.

   In just three or four months

   In the meantime, Lu Jing was very satisfied with such great progress.

   But Lu Jing is not arrogant either. Whether it is Yuanshen or Martial Dao, only after stepping into the sixth realm will he know how long the road of cultivation is.

   is precisely because of this awareness.

Lu Jingcai does not stop for a day, rests diligently every day, reads, writes, draws, and cultivates his primordial spirit under the fate of immortal Confucianism during the day. Mystery Tome.

  The night is to train the body and train the vitality and blood.

   Day by day, night by night.

   "With the great sage Yantian, King of the Ming Dynasty, constantly improving my aptitude, coupled with the divine and martial genius, I am different from ordinary people. My talent is not static, but continues to improve.

   And my Yuanshen talent is not weak, and with the help of many fates, even if I practice the Dongyue Refining Mystery Tome every day for more than ten weeks, I don’t feel tired.

   If I were to be an ordinary person and practice five or six weeks a day, I would have reached the limit, and my primordial spirit would not be able to continue. This is also my advantage. "

   "My practice for one day is equal to the practice of others for ten days, or even more."

  Lu Jing stood up while thinking.

   At this time, the door of his house was wide open, and he could see the moon in the sky.

  Lu Jing spread out a scroll, but saw that many scenes were already painted on the scroll.

   And unlike Lu Jing’s previous paintings, he painted the scroll in front of him with great care, every brush and ink was carefully considered, every scene and every image was created by Lu Jing’s heart.

  Lu Jing held the pen and ink and looked up at the waning moon in the sky. After more than ten breaths passed, he landed.

  The pen fell on the paper, and a crescent moon appeared suddenly.

   Indistinctly, the crescent moon also seemed to shine, illuminating everything in the painting.

   The next evening.

   On the Zhutai River, a setting sun spreads in the water, half the river is bleak and half the river is red.

   The Jiaojin Mountain in the distance shows different colors under the red glow.

  The snow-covered peaks reflect the red glow, and the sunset glow in the distance is like a phoenix spit out a cloud of tassels.

   Today's scenery is really beautiful. In this bleak winter, it is rare to find such a good time.

  In the small pavilion of Shengfu on Changning Street.

  Su Zhaoshi was wearing a warm moon-colored robe, which made him look much thinner. His eyes showed a lot of fatigue, but he added some joy because of today's rare day.

   The always naughty Anqing County Lord looked at the dishes on the table, probably thinking of Xu Baiyan, and seemed to have no appetite.

  Shengzi is the same.

   "When I think about it carefully, there is always one person missing on my birthday every year."

  Sheng Zi was obviously well-dressed, her rouge and lip blush were lightly applied, and she wore a red gauze, which made her beauty a little more thrilling.

   "A few years ago, Anqing was always not in Taixuanjing. Originally, there were four people to celebrate, but Anqing was always missing. This time..."

   Sheng Zi still had a little smile on her face, but there was some helplessness in her eyes after all.

  Su Zhaoshi lowered his head, and his tone was surprisingly free and easy: "Shengzi, today is your birthday, don't mention Xu Baiyan again.

   Every time I think of him, I don’t know when he gets along with us, when it’s pretentious and when it’s sincere. "

Sheng Zi shook her head: "I'm not thinking about Xu Baiyan, I'm just thinking about our childhoods that have passed for a long time. Xu Baiyan, who followed me with a runny nose in his childhood, was dead when he said the first lie. .

  Lu Jing cut off his disguised body, which also prevented me from being deceived for longer. "

  Su Zhaoshi took a deep breath and said, "Anqing and I also donated a lot of silver taels, hoping that after the real shantang is built, we can really do some good deeds."

   Anqing County Master looked at the wine glass in front of him in a daze, and suddenly turned his head to ask Su Zhaoshi and Sheng Zi: "I've been dreaming for a long time.

  Dream that I was sitting in a dark temple, Xu... His body was not far from me, his ghost was extremely ugly, and kept coming to me.

Begging.

  I don't know what he's begging for. Every time I want to ask him, I always wake up.

   Have you ever had such a dream?"

   Sheng Zi and Su Zhaoshi looked at each other.

  Sheng Zi only thought that Xu Baiyan's death had cast a lot of shadows on Anqing County Master, and was about to comfort her.

  The Princess of Anqing frowned and said, "I know it wasn't a nightmare. I was like a **** in the dark palace, and nothing in my dreams ever made me feel scared."

   "I always feel like I've seen that dark temple somewhere."

  Su Zhaoshi and Sheng Zi thought about it.

  Su Zhaoshi raised his head and smiled and said, "Wei Xuanjun once carried Anqing in his infant and went to the four seas to straighten a pillar.

   It is said that there is a palace on each pillar, echoing the Mingyu Jing in the sky.

  Maybe what Anqing saw was the palace tower on the pillar. "

   "Anyway, you don't need to worry."

Su Zhaoshi said: "Your father is the famous Wei Xuanjun, the only king of Dafu with a different surname. When it comes to the ancient bloodline, it is said that the bloodline of the Wei Kingdom came directly from the Taiwu royal family in that ancient country. When ghosts come, they should be afraid of you, no problem."

   The Anqing County Lord, whose long hair fell to his calf, also nodded lightly when he heard Su Zhaoshi's words.

   Since the beginning of this month, the Anqing County Lord, who used to be very playful, seems to have become much quieter.

  I don't know if it was because of Xu Baiyan's death or because of that weird dream.

  Su Zhaoshi and Anqing County Master saw Shengzi sitting in the pavilion turning their heads frequently, and saw the tree-lined path in the distance.

   There was still some anxiety and some anticipation in her eyes.

   When Su Zhao saw the thoughts that Sheng Zi showed, maybe he thought of a woman far away in Beichuan Road, the light in his eyes that had already faded, became more and more dim.

   "Daughter of Beichuan Taoist family, son of Xuandu Zhuguo..."

   In just a few moments, Su Zhaoshi remembered the source of the problem, the woman with the disease on her leg, and suddenly, he suddenly felt envious of Shengzi.

   At the very least, Lu Jing is still in this Taixuan Jing, no matter what the two of them plan to do, if Sheng Zi is willing, they can always go and see Lu Jing.

   Unlike them, separated by mountains and seas, separated by the taboos of the clan, separated by the hatred of the parents.

  Thinking of this, Su Zhaoshi's expression became more and more lonely.

  Anqing County Master naturally saw Sheng Zi's look of anticipation. She looked at Sheng Zi's eyes with implied anticipation, and bursts of sourness appeared in her heart.

   Just like when she saw Lu Jing for the first time, because Sheng Zi never went to look for him to play with, she threw her anger on Lu Jing.

   It can be seen that the sixteen or seventeen-year-old Anqing County Lord's feelings for Sheng Zi are quite complicated.

   Maybe it was the possessiveness of childhood, or some other reason.

   Anqing County Lord didn't want to see Sheng Zi caring about Lu Jing so much.

   But she lowered her head and thought about it, then carefully restrained her expression.

  Because the Anqing County Lord at this time knew that Sheng Zi's mind was now on the young man who was famous for moving Taixuanjing.

   If she made trouble again, she would definitely be even more angry.

   Just at Shengzi, he turned his head again.

   I saw the corner of the tree-lined road in the distance, and a figure in white came slowly.

   The white-robed figure still had a gentle smile on his face, the sunset in the sky and the white-robed figure contrasted interestingly, and the light fell on the black sandalwood sword on Lu Jing's waist.

   Obviously it is a wooden sword, but it reflects a brilliant light.

  Holy algae hangs in the cold and dew, and the fairy cup sets in the sunset.

  Lu Jing walked slowly with the light in his hand.

   The appearance of jade is like a long spear. Naturally, there is no need to mention it.

   Now the daughter of Taixuan Jingzhong, several people don't know the young Mr. Lu Jingxiao, who gave birth to a look of dragon and phoenix.

  Sheng Zi got up quickly, the always heroic eldest Miss Shengfu is like a girl who is just beginning to fall in love, her eyes are full of surprise when she sees her crush.

   Immediately felt that she should be more restrained, she coughed again, lifted her long skirt, walked out of the pavilion, and greeted Lu Jing.

  Lu Jing approached, and Sheng Zi noticed that Lu Jing was holding a painting in his hand.

  This painting is obviously meticulously mounted, and the reliefs on the central axis, the flowing spikes, and the axis are all quite elegant.

   "It's never too late, right?"

  Lu Jing has an apology in his eyes: "I wanted to arrive early, but it took some time because of the painting and calligraphy mounting."

   He said this, and handed the painting in his hand to Sheng Zi.

   "I didn't know the date of my birthday, what should I give you, so I thought of drawing a picture for you with my heart."

  Lu Jing is not so distant from his friends, and the smile on his face is sincere and bright.

  Sheng Zi was happier when she heard that Lu Jing painted this painting himself.

   Shengzi and several people are gathering in the front yard.

   In the backyard of Sheng Mansion, Sheng Ruzhou was accompanying a handsome black-clothed man with sword-brows and star eyes, looking at the welcoming pine that he carefully trimmed.

  The black-clothed man wore a high crown on his head, with one hand on his back and the other on the white jade belt around his waist. It was a prime-aged man, but there were some loose beards on his face, all over his cheeks, and he looked rather decadent.

   But anyone who sees the deep eyes of the man in black, and the domineering aura vaguely revealed in his eyebrows, will naturally ignore this.

  The decadence of men.

  Sheng Ruzhou and the man in black stood side by side, looking at the lush welcoming pine, and mentioned the Northwest Road in their words.

  Sheng Ruzhou was very worried, and occasionally mentioned Fu Wudao, who had come to Taixuanjing several times to assassinate the Holy Monarch.

   And the man in black always listened quietly.

   Occasionally, his fingers tapped the white jade on his waist, making a crisp sound.

   This man is the Dazhu Kingdom of Dafu Dynasty!

   Dafu Dazhuguo is a legend in itself. He is the son of a family in Hedong. He has studied sage books since childhood.

   Later, his own philosophy was contrary to many aristocratic families in Hedong, and he was not tolerated by the Hedong family. At that time, there was no place for this big pillar country in the Taixuan Jing court.

   Then, at the age of twenty-four, Dazhuguo resigned from the civil service and went to the border to join the army.

   Thirty-six years have passed since then, but a scholar from an aristocratic family has raised a 300,000-strong Fuyulong army step by step.

   Over the past thirty-six years, the Dafu Yulong Army under Su Houcang has traversed the thirty-six countries in the Western Regions, and has also entered the Sea of ​​​​Zhongshen.

   Up to now, every few years, the Northern Qin national teacher has to discuss Taoism with this legendary Dazhuguo.

   Not long ago, Su Houcang of the Great Pillar Kingdom was invited by the Northern Qin State Teacher to go to Yang Jiehai to discuss the truth of the world.

When    came back, he also brought back two treasures of swords and swords, called Wind and Rain.

  Because of such a legendary experience.

  Dazhuguo Su Houcang looks gentle and elegant, but his eyes are lightly moved, but there are all kinds of domineering air, which is amazing.

"The Northwest Road has gradually stabilized, and Zhong Yubai will be leaving soon. With his cultivation, vision, knowledge, and the Chu Shenchou who is already sitting in it, the two of them cooperate with each other, and they can probably restore the Northwest Road to peace. "

  Sheng sighed in relief.

  The world only knows that the Northwest Road was devastated, many gangsters were slaughtered overnight, and there were many big monsters in chaos, the Huangsha River burst its banks, and many places suffered from locust plagues.

   But I don't know there are many reasons for it. Sheng Ruzhou has been working **** this matter for several months, and it is only now that the situation in the Northwest Road has gradually stabilized.

"The Northwest Road is becoming more and more stable, but Dafu and even this world, there are still disasters. Hezhong Road has been in drought for six years, and Pingping Township has become more and more rampant. A banner has been erected on the Hezhong Road, and he calls himself the Great General of Buffing Heaven. Leiyin Temple abandoned the disciples and worshipped themselves to the gods, and wanted to return the world to an equality...

  ...Now there are internal and external troubles, it is an eventful time. "

   Sheng is like a boat.

   Dazhuguo Su Houcang didn't change his expression but looked towards the north.

There was more worry in his words: "King Chong'an is getting old and old, I can feel his blood like the scorching sun is about to fall, and now I don't know how many people in the world are quietly waiting for his blood to be completely exhausted, waiting for The big sun seed on that halberd was completely withered.

   By then, there must be a catastrophe in the three states of Chong'an. "

  Sheng Ruzhou's eyes moved lightly, and said: "In the past few decades, there have been too many people in the world who wanted to value the fall of King An, whether it was the Northern Qin Dynasty or the countless old royal families who perished at the hands of King Chong'an wanted him to die.

   Even I am big volt

Many people in the   , who are cold-eyed at the three states, and even the King of Qi Yuan, who is friends with Dafu, are eager to drink their blood and eat their flesh.

   I just don't know... what is the plan of the Holy Monarch sitting on the throne. "

  Su Houcang was silent for a few breaths of time, and said: "The Holy Monarch wants to swallow the sky and the earth, but what he thinks in his heart is not that simple.

   King Chong'an's daughter slaughtered the Dragon Palace, and Princess Chong'an entered the Xuandu in person, but she never let the Sage King forgive him. Perhaps this also represents the Sage King's attitude towards the three states of Chong'an. "

  Sheng Ruzhou didn't want to look at the lively welcome pine anymore, and lowered his head: "Now, I just hope that Yu Dongshen, Prince An's heir, can last a little longer."

   When Su Houcang heard Sheng Ruzhou's words, he couldn't help thinking of Yu Dongshen, who was in silver armor and shot the Sirius with a long spear. He recalled the choice of this prince of Chong'an when he was young, willing to exchange his whole body's blood for his father's three years.

   "If you give Yu Dongshen a few more years, maybe the three states of Chong'an will raise another unparalleled prince."

  Su Houcang said softly: "He is the only one I have ever seen in my life, maybe his talent is not as good as that of the Marquis of Zhongshan, or the country of Shaozhu.

   But he has the unparalleled aura to shoot directly at Sirius, and he has been at the border for a long time, and has cultivated an appalling killing aura.

   When it comes to real combat power, he is stronger than Shaozhu Kingdom.

  The Marquis of Zhongshan is still young, maybe it will be ten years before he can catch up with him and compete with him.

  The Prince and the Seventh Prince can’t be mentioned more…”

   "Except for a few people here... I'm a big fan of Tianjiao, who is currently in the limelight. Compared with Yu Dongshen, he is still too immature."

   His words came to this point, Sheng Ruzhou thought about it carefully, and couldn't help nodding.

   Immediately, Sheng Ruzhou remembered one person: "If Nanfengmian of the Nanguo Gongfu can be born from sex, and cultivate a prosperous sword intent, he will definitely become a talent."

  Su Houzhao shook his head: "Nan Fengmian's talent is really good, but the sword intent he cultivated does not match his own temperament.

   The Real Man of Xinggu with his waist is also a famous sword in the world, but it is not suitable for Nanfengmian's brilliance, and he still needs some good fortune. Sheng Ruzhou thought about it for a moment, and his tone was a little helpless: "In this generation of Dafu, there is no shortage of extremely talented people, whether it is a few Buddhists, Daoists, Nanheyu in Taixuanjing, and the third prince of Beique Dragon King. It is remarkable to note that in addition to Taixuanjing, there are also several young Tianjiao. "

   "But their temperament is still lacking..."

Sheng Ruzhou's words came to this point, and he suddenly remembered what Lu Jing had done in the past few months, and his tone became more hesitant: "Only Mr. Lu Jing, the bookstore, seems to have found his own way, and he has a sigh of relief in his chest. The black sandalwood sword around the waist can also be used to support the light.

  If he can grow up, Dafu may have another Yudong God and another Zhongshan Marquis. "

   "It's just...he is a little obsessive, and he is too attached to what he holds in his heart. If he doesn't guide me, it will be of no use to me."

   Dazhuguo had already heard of Lu Jing's name. He thought for a while, and was about to speak when he suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance.

   And in front of the pavilion.

  Sheng Zi was slowly opening the calligraphy and painting that Lu Jing had drawn by himself. A glimmer of light in her eyes fell on the painting.

   But I saw a long river meandering straight down, and the surrounding green hills broke into the clouds.

  The moon is shining again, and the stars are a little bit more beautiful.

  Su Zhaoshi and Anqing County Lord, who were beside Shengzi, seemed to have seen a grand scene. Seeing that the visions that appeared in the painting seemed to come true, they let them hang in the air and look down between the green mountains and long rivers.

   And Su Houcang, who was separated by a few buildings, had a divine light in his eyes...

   His expression changed.

  Because at this moment, this unparalleled pillar country, but saw the stars in the sky with high uprightness, falling among the green mountains and long rivers, can be sneaky!

   Seeing the moonlight shining brightly in the sky, there are many auras lingering in it, which can make the demons retreat.

   There are sixty green hills around, and each green hill contains bursts of sharpness, and it is vaguely visible that the thunder and light are surging, and the vitality is endless.

   And the long river that flows away in these sixty green mountains seems to be a sword light. The sword light moved, pierced through the heavens and the earth, and reflected Fuguang!

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