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

  Chapter 204 The Immortal-Slaying Piece, The Evil Moon

  A vine path is green, and thousands of snow peaks are clear.

   It's March in a blink of an eye.

  Spring has come, except for the dozens of white-headed silver mountains on Jiaoshen Mountain, the snow color on the mountains around Taixuanjing has completely dissipated with the passage of dozens of days.

  The winter solstice, Yang Sheng, and spring come again. For the ordinary people outside Taixuan Beijing, it is tantamount to surviving another catastrophe.

  The cold winter days in the past have claimed many lives.

   These days, Lu Jing has been studying, teaching, and practicing step by step.

  Under the blessing of Xianru's fate, Lu Jing has read thousands of classics in the library in just two months.

  These classics include annotations on classics, gossip and miscellaneous notes, as well as genuine lone books of learning.

  For Lu Jing, reading is not just about increasing his knowledge, nor is it just about understanding many laws in this world.

  Reading books can also help Lu Jing heal his wounds.

  Lu Jing was punched by Li Guanlong before, his soul and body were seriously injured, his Qi and blood flowed backwards, and he was in pain all day long.

  Even with Qingyue's careful care and Ming Wang Yantian Great Sage, Lu Jing's body still recovered quite slowly.

  Two months have passed, and the cracks on the snow-capped mountains and the sun are still clearly visible.

   But within two months, Lu Jingyuan's spirit had fully recovered.

  Daming King Yantian Great Sage can not only strengthen the root bones, but also heal wounds.

   It's just that Lu Jing's Yuanshen talent far exceeds his own martial arts roots.

  His primordial spirit is already solidified, and with the addition of the Great Ming King's Viewpoint, Xianru's Fate and many other buffs, the recovery speed is naturally much faster.

  When the primordial spirit was fully recovered, Lu Jing, who was sitting in the Hanmo Academy and meditating, kept condensing the vitality in his body.

   This vitality is faintly visible, which is different from ordinary.

  A certain unique aura emerges from it, even faintly connecting with the heaven and the earth.

   "Although this supernatural ability of borrowing energy from the sky is mysterious and extraordinary, it is extremely difficult to conceive a vitality that can communicate with heaven and earth.

   And once it is triggered, it will be reborn. "

  Lu Jing reached out and stretched out two fingers.

  The mysterious vitality emerged, as if turning into a dragon, swimming between Lu Jing's fingers.

  When the mysterious vitality separated from Lu Jing Yuanshen and floated in the void, the surrounding air was fluctuating.

   "This method of borrowing yuan from the sky, as well as the wish lines on my eyebrows, are my biggest reliance now."

   Lu Jing waved his hand gently, and the mysterious vitality disappeared at this moment.

  At this time, the fragrance of flowers in the Lu Jing room is tangy.

  The thorn rose not far away exudes a burst of fragrance, and the delicate and beautiful petals adorn the elegant room, adding a touch of beauty to the room.

   Lu Jing turned his head and looked at the thorn rose, with a smile on his face.

  The Rose Fairy in Thorn Rose fell into a deep sleep again, but unlike before, her long hair had turned bright red, paired with a face as fair as jade, she appeared a little coquettish, not as sickly pale as before.

   "It seems that when she wakes up again, she will be able to fully recover."

  The rose fairy has been in this library for a long time. Mr. Jiu and Mr. Changsheng may have known about the existence of the rose fairy, but they didn't say much.

  Yuan Zhushan, a monster student, would occasionally take a deep breath when he came to attend classes or passed by Lu Jing's room.

  Maybe it smelled some kind of evil spirit emanating from Guixian.

   "It's time for class."

   Lu Jing continued to prepare for his homework at the table.

   Not long after, the disciples of Shulou had entered Lu Jing's teaching pavilion.

  When Lu Jing walked out of the back room, many disciples from the library were already sitting neatly in the teaching pavilion.

   Lu Jing looked around, but Yuan Zhushan was nowhere to be seen.

  He couldn't help frowning, and asked Jiang Hudao sitting in front: "Why did Yuan Zhushan miss class?"

  Since Lu Jing started the class, Yuan Zhushan has never missed a class and is very serious.

  Among many of Lu Jing's students, Yuan Zhushan and Jiang Hu are the most powerful and sharp.

  Lu Jing was a little surprised that Yuan Zhushan did not come today.

  Jianghu frowned and said: "Yesterday, Xiu Mu didn't see him, and I don't know where he went."

   Lu Jing nodded slightly, but didn't think much about it.

   Shulou disciples are always free, and occasionally have some trivial matters, so naturally they don't need to worry too much.

  Under Mr. Jiu's notice, Lu Jing's classwork is no longer limited to just teaching the way of brush and ink.

  He has the blessing of fate, and he is familiar with many classics. Coupled with the accumulation of previous lives, he has a unique understanding of many classics.

  Now Lu Jing's class has become a supplement to other teachers' classes. In addition to teaching cursive script, students can also review other subjects.

   One class a day, Lu Jing works hard and rarely misses.

  The disciples of Shulou have long been familiar with this young gentleman who is famous as Taixuanjing.

  Lu Jing's name flourished in Taixuanjing, although it was only a year ago.

  However, Lu Jing's honor is not inferior to those who have been famous for a long time.

Coupled with the fact that a person who is known to everyone is worth three thousand words, and Lu Jing's reputation as the leader of the youth, Lu Jing's reputation at this moment is actually comparable to Li Shen, Ji Yuanzhi and other famous scholars all over the world. .

  It's just Li Shen, Ji Yuanzhi and other great Confucians who moved the world with their knowledge.

  And Lu Jing is still the arrogance of Yuanshen martial arts fellow practitioners. He has the two treasures of calling the wind and rain, and holds the authority of the law. Occasionally in the streets and alleys, he can be seen to use the power of law to decide common matters.

not to mention…

  There are rumors that Mr. Lu Jing is not yet 18 this year, but he has already reached the extreme state of Shenhuo, even in Taixuanjing, he can be called a strong man.

  The accumulation of so many achievements shows that Lu Jing's reputation is evident.

  In this huge Taixuan capital, no one dared to respect Lu Jing.

  —Just like the previous one in white with a sword.

  Lu Jing still lives a peaceful life, Qingyue learns pharmacology from Mr. Eleven, and occasionally goes to Shantang for consultation.

  When Qingyue put on a white dress and called the children's pulse, someone always called Qingyue "Mr."

  Qing Yue always nodded calmly in front of people, and when she returned to the small courtyard, she always wanted to show off around Lu Jing.

  She is now... just like the young master, she is a husband.

  Lu Jing always had a smile on his face, looking at Qingyue who was jumping happily.

  The branches of the world, each rides the stream.

  Everyone has their opportunities, joys, and sorrows.

  Qing Yue feels that even if the road ahead is chaotic, if she can walk with the young master, it will be considered a good world.

   What's more, the present day is good enough, so good that sometimes Qingyue will wake up from her dream and wonder if she is dreaming.

   And some people are still moaning.

   It's like the old Master Zhenwu Mountain.

  Many days ago, he rode a crane down the mountain, all the way to Taixuanjing.

  He wanted to take a look at Lu Jing, wanted to find a master for the many powerful Taoism of Zhenwu Mountain, and wanted to find a human walker for Emperor Zhenwu.

   It's just dozens of days in a hurry.

  The original majestic and luxurious Taoist robe on Zhenwu Shanzhu's body was a little more wrinkled, and there were faint blood stains on it.

  The white crane under him, which had bright feathers like a fairy bird, also became emaciated, its white feathers dimmed, and the long neck of the white crane seemed a little overwhelmed.

  Baihe floated deep in the white clouds with Master Zhenwu on his back, looking down at Yanglu Street below.

   Master Zhenwushan shook his head with regret in his eyes.

  The white crane fluttered its wings, and finally no longer missed it, and flew towards Zhenwu Mountain.

  When the white crane flew out of Taixuanjing, another white cloud floated over.

  On the cloud sat cross-legged a man with a tall body and starry eyes. The green jade stick in the man's hand was green and bright, like a peerless famous jade.

   It is the Chu madman.

  Madman Chu sat cross-legged on a white cloud, with one elbow resting on his lap, and holding a green jade stick in the other, looking at Master Zhenwu Mountain from a distance.

   Master Zhenwu Mountain saw Madman Chu.

  The white clouds in front of Madman Chu were rubbed by him, and turned into a snow-covered Cangshan Mountain, and then turned into a half moon, resting in the breeze.

  Obviously, Madman Chu was waiting for Zhenwu Mountain Lord here, and he slept on this cloud before Zhenwu Mountain Lord came.

   With the breeze as his pillow and the bright moon as his companion, the snowy Cangshan Mountain turned into his quilt.

  This... is the practice that only belongs to the Chu madman.

  So the white crane flapped its wings and flew into the white cloud.

  The Cangshan Mountain, the bright moon, and the cool breeze were all scattered by the white crane's wings.

  The madman of Chu sat hanging in the sky, not angry: "The mountain master is leaving now?"

  The Lord of Zhenwu Mountain bowed to the Chu madman, and said: "It has been more than two months since I went down the mountain. If I don't go back, those monsters at the foot of Zhenwu Mountain will haunt the world."

"Give up?" Madman Chu grinned, turned his head and said, "You have come to Taixuanjing, and after watching Lu Jing for so long, you obviously like Lu Jing very much, but you gave up the idea of ​​taking him as a disciple just because of a trigram? "

   Master Zhenwu Mountain gave a wry smile: "Wouldn't it be better? Lu Jing is a disciple of the Shulou. If I take him in as an apprentice, those gentlemen on the fourth floor might complain about the poverty."

  Madman Chu shook his head: "Bai Guanqi didn't intend to take Lu Jing as his apprentice, and it doesn't matter if Lu Jing's supernatural talent is called peerless.

  If Zhenwu Mountain can get this good student, Emperor Zhenwu will also have one more real walker in the heaven and earth.

  Mountain Lord, are you not tempted? "

  The Master of Zhenwu Mountain fell silent, until the setting sun hid in Qianshan, in exchange for a ray of west wind, he looked down at the blood on his body.

   This bloodstain was obtained from his divination.

   This is the blood of Zhenwu Mountain Master himself.

   "Lu Jing's talent really fascinates me. In the world, there are peerless geniuses like Lu Jing, who can actually be counted on one finger."

  Madman Chu took the words of Zhenwu Mountain Master: "However, there is only such a peerless genius like Lu Jing who has no teacher."

   Master Zhenwu Mountain had a sad face, but there was no struggle in his eyes.

"That being said, according to my divination, Lu Jing has entered the chess game. If he inherits my Zhenwu Mountain and becomes the Emperor of Zhenwu and walks around the world, if one day he becomes a sharp blade for killing immortals, those monsters under my Zhenwu Mountain will probably be out of trouble. gone."

  Zhenwu Mountain Lord let out a long breath: "I can still live for a while, and I can still suppress it. Emperor Zhenwu has his own authority, and maybe there will be another person who is qualified to be the Mountain Lord."

  The madman of Chu raised his brows slightly, and said: "Emperor Chongtian and Dafu Shoufu planned to kill the immortals. It started after Lutan fell, and the spiritual tide was stolen, so Lu Jing was not the only chess piece to kill the immortals.

   Master of Zhenwu Mountain, although Lu Jing is extremely talented, he is too young after all, and may not be able to possess the ability to cut the sky when the spiritual tide comes.

   Don't you take a gamble? "

  The people of Chu State said with a smile, persuasive and persuasive.

   Master Zhenwu Mountain shook his head: "The poor can't afford to gamble."

  Madman Chu stopped laughing, shook his head and scolded: "You are as timid as a mouse, what can you do?"

Master Zhenwu Mountain is a monk, and he seems to have a peaceful personality. When he heard the madman from Chu scolding him, he also turned his eyebrows coldly, and said mockingly: "You are the leader of the world's supernatural powers. You can understand the world's supernatural powers at a glance, and you also hold a power of heaven and earth. Yuanqi listens to your orders.

   If you cherish your talent, why not accept that talent as your apprentice?

  Taught by you, maybe he will not be reduced to a **** for killing immortals, nor will he become a sharp blade only used for killing immortals! "

   Madman Chu snorted coldly: "You think I dare not?"

  Zhenwu Shanzhu stroked his sleeves, blew his beard and stared: "If you dare, you can go and collect it, why stop me?

  I dare not, but I dare not because of the monsters at the foot of Zhenwu Mountain. If I have no shackles on my body and just follow the Taoism of Emperor Zhenwu, Chu madman...Taoist priests also have tempers, and you are not the only madman in the world. "

  Chu Kuangren stood up and patted the gown on his body, as if he was patting away the stained white clouds.

  He looked sideways at Chong'an Sanzhou, and said: "I have been rampant all my life, and the world's heroes do not know how many people want to take the head off my neck and use it as a cup for drinking wine.

   And I still have to go to the appointment, I don't think I will lose, but maybe I will die in Chong'an Sanzhou.

  I am not afraid of Emperor Chongtian, nor their chess game of killing immortals, but the Yellow Crane Tower incident let me know... Once you are not alone, you must always consider the people with you. "

   "If I accept him as an apprentice, but die in Chong'an Sanzhou, the bumps on his road may turn into an abyss of death, which will actually harm him."

   Having said this, Madman Chu gently waved the green jade stick in his hand, and said: "Old Taoist priest, when I go to the appointment, when I return safely, I will definitely accept Lu Jing as a disciple.

   Not for anything else, just for watching Mr. Chess. "

   "At that time, even if he already had other masters, I would grab him to my knees."

  Mount Master Zhenwu touched Bai He's head in front of him, and said disapprovingly, "Can you survive under King Chong'an?"

   "Besides, Emperor Chongtian intends to hone Lu Jing, whether Lu Jing can live to that time is another matter."

  Madman Chu waved the green jade stick in his hand casually.

  A gust of wind hit, rolling the white crane and Master Zhenwu Mountain.

  In just a split second, Baihe and Zhenwu Mountain Master had disappeared.

   "This old Taoist priest is really broken-mouthed." Madman Chu cursed secretly, and the white clouds in the distance gathered and supported his body.

  White clouds flowed past, heading towards Taixuanjing, until the sky above Nanguo Gongfu.

  Nan Guo Gongfu, Lu Jing and Nan Feng sat and drank together in their sleep.

  Lu Jing opened his clear eyes, different from the usual young and mature. At this time, his face was full of longing, and he listened carefully to Nan Fengmian's words.

  Nan Fengmian was talking about strange people and strange things he encountered during his travels, and occasionally talked about some tragic things. The two would always be silent for a while and drink a glass of wine.

   "Practice hard, don't be lazy."

  Nan Fengmian would turn his head away from time to time, scolding Nan Xuehu who was gritting his teeth and practiced his sword.

  In the distance, Nan Heyu's looming primordial spirit is always watching here.

  She always wondered why her sixth uncle, who seemed to have a free and easy temperament, but never had close friendships with others, and who seemed to have a mountain in his heart, liked Lu Jing so much.

  The Chu madman on the white cloud looked at the young Lu Jing and the young Nan Fengmian, and there seemed to be nostalgia in his eyes.

  He thought of the scholar who traveled with him to Yellow Crane Tower, Yingwu Island, and even the whole world, and the green onion pancakes in the scholar's backpack to satisfy his hunger.

  Weeping willows, flying flowers, road villages are fragrant, and wine flags are warm and young.

  At that time, he met Mr. Guanqi by chance. He has become famous all over the world and is one of the leaders in the world.

  Mr. Guanqi is a romantic and gifted scholar, but because of an ordinary remark from the master of the library, he left Taixuanjing, traveled around the world, and saw things that had never been seen in books.

  The two met by chance, drinking all day long to find their way.

  Drunk and lying in the mountains, wake up and go on the road.

   Looking back now, many years have passed.

  He is still the world's most powerful man, but Mr. Guanqi is no longer that romantic talent. His youth is not reserved for talents, but between the wind and rain, he can change his attitude and become the first-class strong man in the world.

  However... what about the strong? There will always be helpless things.

   Now let's look at Lu Jing and Nan Fengmian in the Nanguo Mansion.

   These two people, one big and one small, both have Ling Yunzhi in their hearts, which also shows the injustice and blood and tears in the world.

   "But in the end, will they be like Mr. Guanqi and me?"

  Madman Chu hid on the cloud, watching the two drink.

  Obviously overlooking from top to bottom, but it seems to be hiding behind a dilapidated wall, peeking at the two figures with starlight in their eyes.

   Their light shines on Chu Kuangren.

   It made this unrivaled supernatural leader feel a little dazzling.

   Another gust of wind came from a distance.

  A strong wind blew, and in the small pavilion of the Nanguo Mansion, the paper that Lu Jing had just written on was scraped everywhere, and a few boys in green clothes were rushing to pick it up.

  But on the budding stamen in the distance, there is a butterfly standing quietly.

  Madman Chu saw the straw paper and also saw the butterfly.

  The wind can blow up a lot of straw paper, but it can't blow away a butterfly.

   “The strength of life is not in obedience.”

  Chu Kuangren showed a smile at the corner of his mouth: "It's always good to be energetic."

  When the strong wind subsided, Zhenwu Mountain Lord, who was swept away by the wind for many miles, lost his bun and looked a little embarrassed.

   But his face is full of smiles, like a child who has succeeded in a scheme.

   "The madman Chu was able to accept Lu Jing as his apprentice. It was also Lu Jing's good fortune. It is by no means burying him."

  —

  In the secret room in Hengshan Fuchu.

  Bones, flesh and blood, skin, long hair, pungent smell.

   Mimi's blood has already turned into black plasma.

  Fan Yuan walked into the secret room, but found that it was already impossible to set foot.

  Many people in Hengshan Mansion are dead.

  Even those servants who had sneaked out at night and never brought anyone back were all dragged into this secret room by Gu Chenxiao and became part of the stench of the secret room.

  Gu Chenxiao's face was gloomy, his eyes were protruding, and his bright red tongue stuck out from time to time to lick his pale lips.

  Perhaps because of gnawing on flesh and blood all year round, his bright red tongue was actually covered with very small thorns.

  Fan Yuan looked at the tragic situation in the secret room, and there was no wavering in his eyes.

   "Master Gaoli has arrived at Lingnan Road, and will enter Xuandu soon."

  Gu Chenxiao's subordinates froze slightly, and turned his head suddenly.

  He looked at Fan Yuan, opened his eyes wide, bloodshot eyes almost burst.

   "Are you coming? Have you brought the **** clothes from your father?"

  Fan Yuan saluted again, and said: "Lord Gaoli brought His Highness a blood coat, and also brought a moon wheel for Emperor Dafu Chongtian."

   "Moon...moon?"

   Gu Chenxiao suddenly interrupted Fan Yuan's words, and even the dagger in his hand fell into the flesh and blood.

  Fan Yuan nodded, but even he didn't know what the moon was.

  The madness in Gu Chenxiao's eyes disappeared instantly when Fan Yuan uttered the word "moon wheel".

   What the moon wheel represents, even in the vast country of Qi, only a few people know it.

  But it was enough to make Gu Chenxiao shiver.

   "What is the father going to do? Send the evil moon wheel to Taixuanjing?"

   But immediately Gu Chenxiao laughed again, laughing even more wildly.

   "In any case, this move by my father is a great thing for me!"

   "With this credit, what do I eat a few sheep on weekdays?

  Gaoli entered Xuandu, Lu Jing..."

   Gu Chen laughed hysterically.

  At this moment, Fan Yuan seemed to have heard something, first saluted Gu Chenxiao, and then walked out of the secret room.

   Not long after, Fan Yuan came again frowning.

  Gu Chenxiao looked at Fan Yuan, and Fan Yuan spoke with some doubts in his tone: "A few men in black came and brought... more than a dozen women."

   "It's just that they are all wearing prison clothes, and they are probably sinners in prison."

  Gu Chenxiao's eyes lit up: "It seems that there are real dignitaries in the Dafu Dynasty who know the news about the moon wheel!"

   "It's just death row, far inferior to those who grew up rich and well-off. The despair and fear of death row are not so delicious."

   "Fan Yuan, go, go and tell those men in black, next time, don't be on death row."

  Fan Yuan's eyes didn't fluctuate, and he left as ordered.

   But when he walked out of the secret room, he couldn't help frowning.

  Fan Yuan took a few steps forward and turned his head. The door of the secret room was made of extremely special materials, which could almost isolate the spiritual sense of the powerful monk Zhaoxing, and the perception of martial arts will of the monk of the gods.

  Thus, Fan Yuan gritted his teeth, saluted those men in black, but said nothing more.

  Those men in black with mysterious origins left.

   But Fan Yuan looked at the numb-faced women in prison clothes in front of him, the struggle in his eyes had disappeared.

  He randomly sent two of them into the secret room, and the rest were kept in captivity.

   It's like raising livestock in captivity.

  —

  Yanglu Street, Kongshan Lane.

  Lu Jing is teaching Pei Yingui to learn Guanghan seal.

  Guanghanyin can not only be constructed with vitality, but many can also be constructed with qi and blood.

   It is a very special kind among the many supernatural powers and profound arts.

  Whether you are a martial arts monk or a soul monk, you can practice.

  Pei Yingui, with her long hair falling to her shoulders, carefully comprehended the law of the circulation of qi and blood in the Guanghan seal.

   From time to time, Lu Jing would open his mouth to explain and clear up the difficulties.

  Pei Yingui was able to practice in the state of Shenhuo in the cold palace of Qi State. Needless to say, he was talented.

  But... Pei Yingui still couldn't imagine why Mr. Lu Jing could fully understand the mystery of Guanghan Seal in such a short time.

   "If you can master this Guanghan seal, with the same energy and blood, you can shoot an arrow and even kill enemies hundreds of miles away."

   "It's just that the energy and blood consumption of Guanghanyin is too terrifying, so it can only be used as the bottom of the box or as a way to win."

  Pei Yingui thought in his heart.

  Wearing in white, Lu Jing taught for a long time, until the moon was on the tip of willows, and then Lu Jing stood up and said goodbye.

  Pei Yingui sent Lu Jing off in person, and when he walked to the door, he saw a couplet written by Lu Jing himself hanging on the door of the small courtyard.

  Every time she sees the second couplet, this place of peace of mind is my hometown, she will always feel more peaceful in her heart.

  However, Lu Jing never noticed the couplet. He remembered the strong man of Qi State mentioned by Nan Fengmian, and also remembered the origin of Pei Yingui, so he asked, "Miss Pei Yingui, do you know Gaoli and Jian Qiushui of Qi State?"

  (end of this chapter)