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

  Chapter 299 Men and women in the world

  Lu Jing stayed in the tower until night, and finally left the tower full of thoughts.

  When he left, he did not forget to pour tea for Mr. Guanqi, and carefully closed the windows on the fifth floor to prevent the cold spring breeze from blowing into the Slim Tower.

   "Sir, don't forget to refine Tianmai."

  Mr. Guanqi smiled and headed towards Lu Jing, watching Lu Jing go down the stairs.

   Lu Jing's back is wider and calmer than when Mr. Guanqi saw him for the first time.

  Even though Lu Jing's thoughts were chaotic at this moment, even though Lu Jing still wanted to see Qing Yue sooner, he still walked at a leisurely pace.

  The spring breeze blew past his sleeves, but it didn't stop, it only blew the other hems.

   "You are still young, but you have to see a lot of filth in the world. It is hard for you."

  Mr. Guanqi was talking to himself, and when he probed his hand, that celestial vein appeared in his hand.

  The cyan light surging on the Tianmai made this dim tower of self-cultivation more energetic.

  Mr. Guanqi looked at Tianmai in a daze.

  At some time, Mr. Eleven, who was wearing a thin robe and a jacket with a pipa lapel, was standing at the stairs.

   Today's Mr. Eleven is different from the past. She has light makeup on her face. Mr. Eleven, who could have been all over the country but always as cold as the cold moon, is a little softer today.

  She didn't speak, but stared blankly at Mr. Guanqi.

  Suddenly, the spring rain outside the window became more urgent, and the storm was even worse, making the windows slamming.

  Mr. Guanqi woke up and found Mr. Eleven at the stairs.

   "Taoyao."

  Mr. Guanqi’s eyes were still so gentle, he looked at Taoyao tenderly, and asked, “Are you willing to part with this library?”

  Mr. Eleven nodded without hesitation.

  Mr. Guanqi seemed relieved and heaved a long sigh of relief.

  He stood up, pushed open the window, and the cold wind blew outside the door, and Mr. Qi Guan suddenly coughed.

   "The spring breeze is like a distinguished guest, and once it arrives, it will be prosperous.

   Come to the first thousand mountains of snow, and return to stay with the eternal flowers. "

   "After this spring, maybe it will be different."

  Mr. Guanqi said so, and regardless of the wind and rain, he poked his head out and looked left and right at the library that is like spring all the year round.

   "I know that this library also has your painstaking efforts. Not to mention, even the thousands of flowers and medicinal materials in the Shaomu Courtyard require you to work hard for many years.

  It's a pity..."

   "There is nothing to regret." The originally silent Mr. Eleven interrupted Mr. Guanqi.

  She took a few steps forward and stood in front of the window side by side with Mr. Guanqi.

   "I am different from the other gentlemen on the fourth floor. I never entered the library for this world or this world."

  Mr. Eleven is straightforward: "The current library is no longer what it used to be, and the people in the past have all left.

  How could I be reluctant to part with this empty library? "

  Mr. Guanqi’s eyes flashed with guilt: “It’s our ambition that engulfed you.”

   "It's my thoughts that engulf me." Mr. Eleven never uttered these words, but only murmured in his heart.

  The spring breeze and the spring scenery are divided into sorrow, and even more divided into wind and rain.

   What's more, today's rain is not like the silent spring rain that moistens things.

   "Mr. Seven is leaving." Mr. Eleven said, "Aren't you going to say goodbye to him?"

  Mr. Guanqi closed his eyes and shook his head.

   "Since Yu Yuan and his party, I dare not see him again, nor dare to say goodbye to him."

Mr. Guanqi closed his eyes, letting the scattered raindrops fall on his face: "He is leaving, dying in the world, but going to Yuyuan again, he will become a lonely ghost wandering in Yuyuan, just because of me I am also ashamed of him for the plan that I don't know whether it will succeed or not."

Mr. Eleven's unchanging expression finally changed. She pursed her lips and said, "The reason why you don't force anything on Lu Jing is because of Mr. Seven's trip to Yu Yuan, and the past events have also changed you... the world's affairs This is the case, how can everything go as expected?"

  Mr. Guanqi is still hesitating.

  Mr. Eleven looked at Mr. Guanqi, and suddenly asked: "Then you don't say goodbye to me?"

  Mr. Guanqi opened his eyes, with a strange look on his face, and said with a smile, "Lu Jing retrieved the Tianmai from the deer pond. I can live for more than ten years, so why worry?"

  Mr. Eleven stretched out his hand, and closed the door and window like Lu Jing.

  She went downstairs without saying a word, and the sound of her footsteps gradually faded away.

  Mr. Guanqi was still standing in front of the window, hesitating for a long time, wanting to open the window and take a look at Taoyao under the tower.

  But he hesitated again and again, and finally his arm dropped. He was independent for a long time, until he could no longer perceive Mr. Eleven's existence, and then opened the window.

   But immediately after, Mr. Guanqi's face became darker and darker.

  He lowered his head and saw a sycamore tree downstairs. Mr. Eleven was standing under that tree, looking up at her.

   Wind and rain, Wutong, Taoyao.

  The raindrops fell on the leaves... pattering, scattered and broken.

  The sycamore tree, the rain in the third watch, does not express love and suffering.

  One leaf, one sound, the space drops to the light.

  Taoyao stood under the sycamore tree, looking up at Mr. Guanqi on the tower.

  She still remembers that she grew up on a mountain peak when Mr. Guan Qi traveled to Zhenwu Mountain.

  At that time, Taoyao was in a hazy state of mind, and was in the middle of her new life.

   Today, Bai Guanqi, the most romantic in the world, is at a high place.

  The five-storey Tower of Self-cultivation is not very high, but he seems to be in the clouds.

  …

  Nan Fengmian stood on the muddy road, looking up into the distance.

  This place is rarely visited by pedestrians, but there are pedestrians who come and go in a hurry, and they don’t want to say more, and they don’t want to stay on this road.

  There was something bright red in the soil, and there were bursts of stench, which made Nan Fengmian frowned in disgust.

  A white building stands in front of it.

  This building is seven stories high, with flying eaves reflecting the sky, carved beams and painted buildings.

   Hundreds of feet away from the white building, there are many bright red flowers planted, just like red stars. The blooming flowers lie among the green, looking like a sea of ​​flowers.

  The red flowers are too bright.

  Nan Fengmian is convinced that even the stars in the sky, there is absolutely no one that can be so radiant, so dazzling, so coquettish to the extreme, that people forget to breathe unconsciously.

  This white pavilion...

   Truly a spectacle!

  Anyone who sees this pavilion will be amazed by its amazing beauty.

   But Nan Fengmian's eyes were full of disgust, he closed his eyes and shook his head, as if he wanted to shake off all the bewitching images left in his mind.

   After two or three breaths passed, Nan Fengmian turned around and opened his eyes.

  The road he came from was full of mud, but he didn't seem to want to go, so he let the foul-smelling mud splashed on his clothes.

   After walking a few steps, Nan Fengmian suddenly lowered his head.

  He saw a weed growing alone in the soil, and the dirt and stench of the soil seemed unable to affect him.

  Nan Fengmian sighed, he pulled out the Xinggu real person from his waist, a domineering sword was suppressed within a square inch, and cut off the weed in an instant.

   "If it grows longer, you will also bloom those blood bone flowers. You might as well die earlier."

  Nan Fengmian didn't seem to care, and casually put a weed into his mouth.

   Bitterness filled his taste buds.

  Nan Fengmian returned to his small courtyard covered in mud and water.

   "Yuelun, is the foot bath hot?"

  As soon as Nan Fengmian was admitted to the hospital, he yelled loudly.

"OK OK!"

  The young lady who was pampered a long time ago has completed an astonishing transformation in the past half a year.

  Her face is no longer fair, and the white veil on her body has now turned into coarse cloth clothes. She struggled to carry a basin of water and placed it at Nan Fengmian's feet.

   And serve Nan Fengmian to take off his shoes and wash his feet.

   But there was no trace of helplessness in her eyes, the deep eyes were as calm as a pool of moonlight.

   Washed Nan Fengmian's feet, and served food.

   While eating, Nan Fengmian complained: "Your cooking skills are getting worse and worse. You can't even taste the saltiness of these vegetables."

  Yuelun didn't respond, but just added tea for Nan Fengmian.

  There is no moon in the sky, but there are a few scattered stars.

   "Speaking of which, among these stars, why is one so bright?"

   Moon Wheel said, looking up at the sky.

  Nan Fengmian also raised his head, and said lightly, "That's Beichenxing."

  Yuelun suddenly understood that Beichen was going down to Taixuanjing.

  Nan Fengmian rubbed her chin and sat cross-legged on the large chair.

  He thought for a long time, and suddenly his expression became serious.

   "Brother..."

  In the legend of Chaoge, when the star representing the hometown lights up, it means that the people and things in the hometown have undergone great changes.

  Nan Fengmian felt a little depressed when he thought of his elder brother who had been ill for a long time.

  He closed his eyes and said nothing.

  Yue Luan sat beside him silently. After a long time, she suddenly stood up and gently rubbed the center of her brows for Nan Fengmian.

  “My father said when he was still alive that if a person is worried, he will inevitably grow old.

  Young master, I'll press it for you, so you don't have to think about it anymore. "

  Nan Fengmian still had his eyes closed.

"Maybe it's a good thing?" Yue Lun was still talking, "Maybe it's because you have a newcomer in the son's mansion, maybe it's because someone who is close to you has been promoted, made a fortune, or increased his cultivation level, or... The girl who misses the son is married."

   "The last thing is not a good thing." Nan Fengmian opened his eyes.

  Yuelun saw that Nan Fengmian was no longer silent, with a smile on her face, she didn't say much, and still gently rubbed Nan Fengmian's eyebrows.

   "However, it is possible to get promoted and make a fortune. I have a brother-in-law in Taixuanjing, who is a first-class talent. When we return to Taixuanjing, I will let you meet."

   "I've seen it before." Yue Lun smiled and said, "I saw it in the carriage, but the practitioners moved up and down, and the distance was far away, so I didn't see it too clearly."

   "How about...Young Master, let's go back and see what changes have taken place in your hometown. Young Master also wants to meet the family members and your adopted brother."

  Nan Fengmian touched the Xinggu real person on his waist, turned his head and asked Yuelun: "You don't want me to avenge you?"

  Yuelun's hand suddenly paused.

   "Would have liked to."

Yue Lun said softly: "Yue Lun's original life is not comparable to that of a young lady in a big mansion, but after all, she has a father who is an official, who loves me and loves me very much. Wear nice clothes and buy some boxes of rouge."

   "Later...these are all gone, my parents died because of me, my heart is full of hatred, and I also hope that the son can avenge me."

"But... Young Master, you saved Yuelun's life. You know that Yuelun's blood has miraculous effects on cultivation, but you never want me to bleed. Calling me every day is just to give me more support in my heart and make me feel I am useful to you, so that I will not always be afraid that you will abandon me."

   "So, I don't want to take revenge."

  Yuelun said calmly: "In the world of Qi, who doesn't live while weeping?

  I can still cry now, but if you died under the palace of bones, I'm afraid I wouldn't cry. "

   "My lord, let's go back to Taixuanjing together? You can't always let you do things related to morality in the world. You have done a big thing before, so you are not ashamed of the long knife in your waist...

   King Qi Yuan, he..."

  "Moon wheel." Nan Fengmian interrupted the words of the moon wheel, he stretched out his hand, grabbed the hand of the moon wheel, and suddenly took out a weed from his sleeve.

   "Weeds can't survive anymore. Under the long road in front of the Palace of White Bones, there is a mass grave."

   "In the beginning, I thought that Qi Yuan was the only cruel king in Qi State. Now that I came to Qi State, I saw that all the princes in Qi State are ghosts and monsters."

  Nan Fengmian put the weed into his mouth again, looked at the moon and asked, "Do you know Emperor Zhenwu?"

  Moon Wheel was a little dazed.

  Nan Fengmian slowly pulled out the real Xinggu, and a wisp of fresh wind flowed on the real Xinggu, which was even clearer and sharper than when he left Taixuanjing.

   "Emperor Zhenwu once traveled around the world, beheading thousands of monsters, and these days, I have been seeing Zhenwu in my dreams..."

   "Especially yesterday, I dreamed that Emperor Zhenwu went to the palace of white bones with his sword, chopped off the seven-story building, and turned all the demons in that building into innocent wrecks!"

   "I also dreamed that the pavilions on the ground collapsed, that the weed-cutting knife in my Nan family was rusted, and that an old man in white clothes with a sword on his waist smashed a long river with Zhenwu Mountain on his shoulders."

   "I saw Zhenwu in my dream, but I always felt that... Zhenwu also saw me in my dream."

  Nan Fengmian's eyes lit up, and he said: "In my dream, the Emperor Zhenwu travels around the world, intimidating all spirits. In my dream, he is psychic and rides the wind, and the emptiness is as clear as a mirror!"

"But if the Great Emperor Zhenwu dreamed of me, I would come to Qi State with a knife in front of me, but after seeing the White Bone Palace and several mass graves, I would be so frightened that I would go back to Taixuanjing. Wouldn't I be too ashamed?"

  Nan Fengmian squinted like Lu Jing: "What's more, I have boasted to Haikou, if I go back to Taixuanjing without a knife, I will inevitably be laughed at by Lu Jing when I drink with Lu Jing."

  Yuelun stared at Nan Fengmian motionlessly.

  She didn't say much, she just lowered her head and cleared the table, talking to herself in her heart.

   "My lord, you are not someone who is afraid of ridicule, let alone someone who is unwilling to return to Taixuanjing for the sake of face."

   "When you see the mass grave and the palace of bones, you are even more reluctant to leave."

   "But that's fine."

   "I will meet you anyway, whether in life or death.

  I can’t repay your life-saving grace in this life, I can only cook some meals with you.

   According to the legend of Chaoge, if you die together, you will be able to live together in the next life. "

   "However, it would be best if we could live together in this life together... People always have to have some expectations."

  …

  In the small courtyard of Kongshan Lane, Yanglu Street.

  Lu Jing sat on a chair, and there was a bowl of steaming noodles on the small table beside him.

   "Master, do you want me to put more fennel in the second bowl?"

  Qingyue had a smile on her face, she rolled up her sleeves, her fair face poked out from the window, and looked at Lu Jing who was eating noodles.

  Lu Jing ate slowly, but he seemed to be indifferent to speaking, his mouth was a little vague.

   "Put more."

   "Put some coriander in the third bowl."

  (end of this chapter)