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

  Chapter 341 Jing Guogong has three hundred soldiers under his command, and Lu Jianjia is holding the Excalibur in his hand

  The Yellow River goes to the East Sea, and the sun sets in the West Sea.

  It was late in the world, and the distant clouds and mists gently brushed over Mount Dai, and the world seemed to be lit up.

  Kong Fanxing stepped on the thick cloud that was about to fall, with his hands behind his back, his calm eyes revealing some anticipation, and he quickly walked towards the east.

   Twilight seems to be overflowing.

   But Kong Fanxing thought in his heart that someone was waiting for him on a distant mountain.

  After parting, the best thing is to meet again.

Kong Fan acted as a murderer and entered Dafu. Now he can't kill anyone. He is going to die in this familiar yet unfamiliar territory of Dafu. This famous big monster in the Northern Qin Dynasty is not afraid of death, but only wants to die. On that mountain in the east, you can take a closer look at your blood relatives before you die.

  He and his sister have been separated for too long, but because of the blood connection, the two can always feel each other's miss.

  Many times, Kong Fanxing wanted to leave Beiqin and reunite with his sister.

  But things in the world always carry unspeakable fetters.

  Kong Fanxing once saw the dangers of this world, so he wanted to use his own strength to do something for this world.

And because the master who adopted him and saved him from dying of hunger and cold, always treated him like a son, he also thought that since he had climbed to the top of the mountain that thousands of warriors in the world dreamed of, he would naturally repay his master so that The master fulfilled his wish, annexed Dafu, and made this world one, so as to resist the sky.

Because of these things, Kong Fanxing stayed in Beiqin for too long. He always missed his little sister on Candle Star Mountain, and he had thought countless times what he would say when he saw his blood-related little sister one day. What.

  He attached great importance to this matter, and also typed up countless drafts.

  After all, in today's world, there are only two colorful peacocks left, him and his younger sister.

   "Nowadays, it is inconvenient to talk to my little sister anymore."

  Kong Fanxing concealed his aura, covered his aura, and even the throbbing of his blood was locked by him.

  Because he knows...this is the territory of Dafu.

  When he stepped into the great ambush, he finally revealed his Xingzang, and it was no longer possible to step out of the ambush safely.

  Because of this, I am afraid that Qing did not choose to flee, but went all the way east, going deep into the hinterland of Dafu, and first went to Zhuxing Mountain to have a look.

  Zhuxing Mountain is extremely far away from Dongshan Lake.

  Dafu is vast, and it is extremely difficult to meet mountains and mountains. Even the celestial beings of the eight realms have to cross countless mountains and thousands of rivers to see the cold winter and the scorching sun before they can reach the place they want.

  At this moment, Kong Fanxing eagerly wanted to take a look at his little sister who was of the same blood as him.

  But because it descended from the void and landed on him, it locked his aura tightly, and couldn't go straight to Zhuxing Mountain.

  ...Even a cultivator of the Eighth Realm has a day of hiding.

  He hides between the mountains and the sea, hides in the forest, escapes into the earth from time to time, and goes all the way to Zhuxing Mountain.

  He always felt in his heart that people who miss each other in the world will always meet, just like mountains and rivers, like ten thousand rivers returning to the sea.

   "I took a look at my little sister, and to me, it was a meeting."

   "It's a pity I can't talk to her."

  Kong Fanxing held such an idea and crossed mountains, rivers, lakes and seas all the way until he saw that high mountain in the distance.

   It's just that the high mountain is hazy, as if shrouded in mysterious fog.

  Kong Fanxing couldn't see clearly, but he never got closer.

  The peacock monster stood in place, staring at the hazy clouds, his eyes flickered, and saw a practitioner from the hazy clouds.

  The cultivator was already old, with snow-white hair and a short stature, sitting cross-legged in the clouds and mist, his breath was not heavy, and even his eyes were full of fatigue.

  It wasn't until Kong Fanxing's eyes fell on him that he slowly stood up...

  The moment he got up, the white hair on his head turned black in an instant, his old face instantly became heroic, and his tired eyes became sharper.

   Even that short body has become like a towering mountain.

  If Lu Jing was here, he would be able to recognize this mysterious person who had been waiting for him in front of Taixuan Palace, and wanted to take him as his apprentice.

  The mysterious man once said that he had three disciples, all of whom were powerful figures.

   And today.

  The mysterious man left the palace again, but he was waiting for Kong Fanxing not far from Zhuxing Mountain.

  Kong Fanxing saw the man, his expression remained unchanged, he turned around again, and glanced at the river below.

  Someone came across the river, bowed his bow and set an arrow, pointing at Kong Fanxing.

  Kong Fanxing finally felt a little disappointed.

  He turned his head again and took a very serious look at the thick fog, only to find that Candle Star Mountain was completely covered, and even with his cultivation base, he couldn't see it clearly.

  Kong Fanxing is the Great Demon of Heaven in the Eight Realms.

  He couldn't see a mountain three hundred miles away, which made him a little depressed.

  But Kong Fanxing knew... When the old man was waiting for him in the clouds, when he was behind him with a bow and an arrow, he pointed an arrow at him.

  He could no longer see the mountain clearly, let alone live a life.

   "The local officials came here, and even brought a leader in the world, what can Kong Fanxing do?"

  Kong Fanxing's martial arts qi dissipated in the void, fell into the thin clouds on the river, and landed on the person who bent the bow and set the arrow.

  The man was wearing light armor, and his long hair was tied into a ponytail and fell behind his head.

  He looked calm, and there was a ferocious scar on his cheek, which made the originally handsome man look a little more cold and stern.

   "Kong Fanxing died well."

  Both the Dafudi official came in person, and Yuan Jiulang killed me with a bow. Counting the monks in the eight realms of the world, it is rare in the world to be able to alarm these two.

  Kong Fanxing sighed, his eyes moved lightly, as if he wanted to find a way out in the cloud.

   Or, if you find a gap in the cloud, let him take a look at the little girl.

  The magistrate who has grown from an old man to a majestic young man seems to have noticed Kong Fanxing's gaze.

  He stood on the cloud, shook his head and said: "You underestimated the peacock on Candle Star Mountain, you climbed to Tianfu, under the blood of five colors, the peacock on Candle Star Mountain is not as good as you, but it is not weak.

   No matter how you hide, the peacock will always see you.

  She saw that you died at the foot of Mount Candle Star, at the hands of my master and my apprentice, and there was a suspicion of Da Fu...

   In this way, she will not survive. "

  The man had his hands behind his back, and his words were vicissitudes and heavy.

  Kong Fanxing stood on the cloud and looked away.

  He knew that since he was dead, the other five-color peacock should not live.

   It was only because the Candle Star Mountain was where Baili Qingfeng became a Taoist that his little sister was saved from death.

  If he insists on going...

  The twilight is deep, and there is only a thin line of day left.

  The boundaries between mountains can no longer be identified.

  Kong Fanxing knew that he and his younger sister would never meet again.

  He stood three hundred miles in front of Candle Star Mountain, but in the end he couldn't fulfill his last wish, and couldn't see his little sister.

  Just like when he came to Dafu, he originally wanted to do something for his master, to create an opportunity for Bei Qin to win, but the result was not what he wanted.

  Kong Fanxing bowed his head in this chaotic thoughts and thought for a while.

  The river below is gurgling, and when the wind blows at dusk, there will be more tide water in the river.

  The river seems to be rushing to the ocean, but the waves are beating the land, as if longing to return to the land.

  Kong Fanxing suddenly thought something, he took a deep breath, and stretched out an index finger.

  On the index finger, a drop of blood flowed down, and lost its vitality in an instant, becoming like mortal blood.

  The blood dripped down, onto the ground by the river...

  It is like a seed falls to the ground, takes root and sprouts, and a wooden hydrangea grows on the riverside in an instant.

   There are even white flowers blooming on it, which is extraordinarily elegant.

  Wood hydrangea takes root in the riverside three hundred miles away from Zhuxing Mountain and blooms towards Zhuxing Mountain.

  The big voluntary official, and even Yuan Jiulang, who bent his bow and set his arrow in the river, never stopped Kong Fanxing.

   "Wooden hydrangea can grow white flowers every time the breeze blows in midsummer, and the fragrance lasts for many miles."

   "Changfeng will send this kind of Yuxiang to Candle Star Mountain, so it can be considered that you have met the five-color peacock."

  Officer Da Fudi put his hands behind his back and spoke slowly.

   Kong Fanxing felt relieved, Han nationality.

  And Yuan Jiulang flicked the bowstring of the long bow in his hand, and a gleam of light passed away.

  …

  By Dongshan Lake, a world-shattering killing has come to an end.

  Dongshen Yu fought with Kong Fanxing, traveled many miles away, and never returned to Dongshan Lake in the end.

  Thousands of miles away, the general surnamed Ji from the three prefectures of Chong'an brought eight thousand soldiers to meet the prince of Chong'an.

   Lu Jing, on the other hand, was alone, and stepped into the realm of the gods on this cloud.

  Every drop of blood around him is like the blazing sun.

  A kind of martial arts spirit that shines all over the world radiates from him.

   "In the realm of gods and appearance, the spirit of martial arts is integrated into the body, and you can even move mountains with your body."

   Lu Jing stood here.

  He looked up at the sky and saw that it was getting late.

  Looking at Dongshan Lake in the distance, I saw corpses lying on the ground in Dongshan Lake, densely packed.

   "For me, I have gained a lot from this trip to Dongshan Lake."

  Thinking of this, Lu Jing couldn't help but shook his head: "It's a good deal for Yu Dongshen, who got a sharp gun, and the power of the sharp gun even sent him straight to heaven.

  A thunder calamity has been brewing in the sky, as long as Yu Dongshen survives the thunder calamity, he will become a celestial being! "

  Tianfu Renxian... the real eight-level monk, now that the spiritual tide has faded, he is the real superpower.

   Lu Jing was far away from the Eighth Realm, but he witnessed the birth of a young Eighth Realm expert.

   "However, the sharp spear is useless in my hands. Yu Dongshen carried Chong'an Sanzhou on his shoulders, and helped me kill Taichong Longjun with the halberd.

  If it wasn’t for this matter, he wouldn’t have to face this calamity with the incarnation of King Chong’an’s essence and blood in the halberd…

People are so precious that they know how much kindness is, it’s just that Yu Dongshen couldn’t arouse the resonance of the sharp gun at first, since he has acquired that ray of loneliness and complemented the potential of the sharp gun, and can hold the sharp gun, I will repay the favor and send it to you. He has the chance of an eight-level sharpshooter? "

   Lu Jing smiled casually, and was about to turn around and leave.

  However, he vaguely sensed that from the west of Dongshan Lake, one after another martial arts spirits surged, and he could faintly hear ferocious beasts galloping by the Dongshan Lake.

  Lu Jing was a little surprised, he raised his eyes, the blood in his eyes condensed into two rays of scorching sun, falling straight on the bank of Dongshan Lake, his eyes suddenly changed.

  He frowned and thought, and saw the Qi and blood that was rushing by the Dongshan Lake, rushing towards him.

   "This is also strange."

   Lu Jing was a little puzzled. Fortunately, he was entrenched on a low mountain, adjusting his breath and waiting.

   not long.

   A deep roar came.

   Another burst of qi and blood spread to the sky, and a murderous aura permeated the surroundings, as if the mountains and rivers were a battlefield for killing!

   "Is it the remaining soldiers riding the tiger?"

  Lu Jing raised his eyebrows.

  Three hundred soldiers riding tigers drove the sitting black tiger to the low mountain peak.

   "Shi Daiqing, a vagrant, sees Jing Guogong!"

  A burly man at the front of the three hundred tiger-riding soldiers turned over and got off the black tiger, and took off his helmet, revealing a square and resolute face.

  He saluted Lu Jing respectfully.

  In an instant.

  Three hundred soldiers riding tigers dismounted from the black tiger at the same time and saluted Lu Jing.

   "Homeless?"

  Lu Jing raised his eyebrows.

He suddenly remembered that when Yu Dongshen said goodbye to him, he had carefully introduced Shi Daiqing, who would become the 20th **** under Yu Dongshen's command, and when he heard that these three hundred soldiers riding tigers called themselves vagrants, he immediately understood that Yu Dongshen Mind.

   "I am Jing Guogong, even in Taixuanjing, I can raise three hundred private troops under my command...

  This Yu Dongshen, wants to gift me these three hundred warriors riding tigers? "

  Lu Jing doesn't need to look any further, he has experienced the battle of Dongshan Lake, so he naturally knows how fierce these soldiers riding tigers are.

  The old Wu armored warriors shocked the world, the seven chapters of the royal family died, but the old Wu armored warriors are still fierce, and they are still talked about by people all over the world.

   But these 900 warriors riding tigers faced 3,000 old Wu soldiers, and 108 Northern Qin slaughtered puppets. Two monks at the top of the seventh realm fought with them, yet they didn't know what to fear.

   Such a son, even among the 80,000 cavalry tiger troops in the three prefectures of Chong'an, is the elite of the elite.

   "Is this a thank you gift from God Yu Dong?"

  Lu Jing thought about it for a second, but stood up again, waved his hand and said, "Three prefectures in Chong'an are supporting Bei Qin. It is the time when there is a shortage of people. God Yu Dong asked you to come here at this time..."

   "Duke!"

  The leader of the tiger-riding soldiers with firm eyes, Shi Daiqing, suddenly knelt down on one knee, and said: "The Duke saved my life, just like the life of the prince, and even Chong'an Sanzhou has an extra eight-level Tianfu immortal.

  How can three hundred remnants repay such kindness? "

   "After today, we will all be vagrants. After today, Wu and other three hundred armors will no longer return to the three prefectures of Chong'an.

  Please also... the Duke take me in. "

  That Shi Daiqing knelt on one knee, as did the other three hundred soldiers riding tigers.

  Even the three hundred black tigers prostrated themselves on the ground, burying their heads in the ground.

At this moment.

  In Lu Jing's mind, the pattern of seeking good luck and avoiding evil was quietly triggered.

  One message after another flowed into Lu Jing's mind.

   "Accepting these three hundred soldiers riding tigers is actually a sign of good luck to me? Will it play a key role in the future?"

Lu Jing is not pedantic, and as Na Shi Daiqing said, a sharp gun, an eight-level Tianfu, and a living Chong'an prince are indeed far better than three hundred cavalry for the three states of Chong'an. Tiger soldier.

   "Thinking about it carefully, since I am the Duke of Jing, I have no soldiers or generals under my command, so I have wasted the authority to raise 300 troops."

  Lu Jing was not indecisive, he thought of this, immediately stood up and turned around.

   "Follow me back to Beijing!"

  Three hundred soldiers riding tigers shook their spears.

   Almost uniformly, stepping on the black tiger.

  Lu Jing took a step forward, then suddenly remembered something, and looked at Dongshan Lake.

   Just at this time.

  Shi Daiqing rode a black tiger and approached him, saying: "Duke, the three thousand old Wu Jias are the Duke's spoils of war, and we have already collected them."

   "Besides... the prince ordered me to tell the Duke..."

   "Tu Xianheijin is profitable, but it is someone else's sword...Since Mr. is a young sword armor, he deserves his own sword. He will find a master craftsman for him!"

  (end of this chapter)