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

  Chapter 347 If I kill the black dragon first, will you wait for me to land?

  The year of Qi Beishan has come to an end.

  Under the rule of King Qi Yuan, he originally only planned to hold his few fragments of books for the rest of his life.

   It's just that the world is not as expected, after all, he came to Taixuanjing just like his nephew, who is called the juvenile scholar.

   "Nine heavens will open the palace, and all nations will wear crowns and crowns..."

  Qi Beishan is holding a sheep's head crutch. He was born outside Taixuanjing, but his eyes still fall on the magnificent Dafuxuandu.

  Dafu Taixuan Jingguo deserves to be the number one city in the world, prosperous like a fairy city in the sky.

  Even if Qi Beishan visited the capital of Dafu when he was young, it is still unavoidable to be happy to see him again.

  Behind Qi Beishan, Qi Hanzhang, the young book sage of Qi State, looked worried in his eyes, looking at the clouds and mist flowing in the distance.

  Further away, on a carriage, the pale and stern Gu Chenxiao lifted the curtain of the carriage like Qi Hanzhang, as if waiting for the cloud to come here.

   "Uncle... I don't know where Lu Jing has gone?"

  Qi Hanzhang is still dressed in black robes, with a high crown of Qi Confucian scholars on his head, and his body is full of bookishness.

   It's just that at this moment, his tone was filled with apprehension.

  Qi Beishan's beard is already white, his eyes are old, and he seems to be powerless.

  But such an old man was holding an extremely heavy guqin in his arms. The guqin was covered with a black cloth, and only its shape could be seen.

   "On the mountain a hundred miles away, he found me and Wang Beard.

  As for the two dragon kings, the power of the dragon was flying for hundreds of miles, so naturally they couldn't hide it from Duke Jing. "

  Qi Beishan spoke softly, looked kindly, and looked at Qi Hanzhang with some kindness in his eyes.

  Qi Hanzhang glanced at the carriage parked in the distance, and his expression became more and more worried.

   "This Lu Jing is the Duke of Dafu after all. I will wait for him in front of Taixuanjing. If Shengjun Dafu is furious..."

  Qi Hanzhang didn't know what the intention of this move was: "It's impossible for us to kill Lu Jing before the capital is destroyed.

  Since this is the case, I don’t know why my king needs to make such an unnecessary move? "

  When the young scholar of the Qi State spoke, he suppressed his voice with his vitality, so that the ancient prince in the carriage could not hear him.

  On the contrary, Qi Beishan's expression was a little free and easy.

   "I'm already old, I'm afraid I won't wait for the spiritual tide to come again, and I won't be able to explore the pure yang realm with my own cultivation and opportunity.

  So in King Qi's eyes, it doesn't matter whether I live or die. "

   "Come here to Taixuanjing, although you can't kill that Lu Jing in front of Taixuanjing, but you can break his courage to go straight to the bullfight, so that he can die faster when he meets the calamity."

  Qi Beishan spoke eloquently.

  Qi Hanzhang was silent for a while, and then said: "It's a pity that my Qi family will have a grudge against this peerless arrogance.

  If he died in the hands of Xilou in the sky, that would be fine. If he really survived, one day my Qi family will definitely suffer the consequences of this time. "

  Qi Beishan was probably tired from standing, so he looked around and found a flat rock.

  He walked towards the rock, sat down, and looked at Qi Hanzhang curiously: "Although you are polite, I only hold Hanzhang.

   Never imagined that you walked the middle of the river, and you became a scholar who only cares about reading and writing? "

  Qi Beishan commented on Qi Hanzhang in this way, but there was no harshness or sarcasm in his tone. It seemed that he was just curious about the ability of Lu Jing, who was only eighteen years old, to make such a big change in Qi Hanzhang.

  Qi Hanzhang smiled helplessly.

  He Zhongdao and his party, he faced murder several times, and almost all of these murders came from Dafu's excellent calligraphy and painting.

  If it hadn’t been for Jixia Jiange Kaiyang Sword Seat to exchange his life for him, he would have been buried in the middle of the river, becoming one of the hundreds of thousands of dead bones...

   This is nothing, since he is practicing Yuanshen and going to Hezhong Road to seek opportunities in Lutan, he must be prepared to die.

Qi Hanzhang's temperament is elegant, but he is not a weak person. In addition, he became famous at a young age, and his soul entered the way of calligraphy. He even visited the calligrapher of Donghe Kingdom and received the best calligraphy in the world. Naturally, as his uncle said, he had cultivated a bit of arrogance.

It's just... after seeing Lu Jing, his arrogance was worn away by Lu Jing's writings on killing dragons, writing poems on real dragons, killing hundreds of dragons in the middle of the river, hundreds of arrogances, etc. up.

  Even now, when Qi Hanzhang recalled it, he was often afraid of the sharpness of the Rain Calling Sword and Wind Exhaling Sword in Lu Jing's hands.

Therefore.

  After only a few months, Qi Hanzhang, who had just returned to Qi State, set off again to follow Qi Beishan to Taixuanjing for the young sword armor Lu Jing, which made him even more depressed.

  "Lu Jing... is different from ordinary people. Hanzhang always thinks of him these days. Every time I compare him with all the teenagers and even young people in my country of Qi, I am always surprised to find that...

  With a population of 200 million in Qi, no one can compare with Lu Jing. "

  Qi Beishan still looked kindly, nodded and said: "So you are worried that if I come here to grind Lu Jing's prestige, I will bring disaster to the Qi family in the future?"

  Qi Hanzhang nodded.

  Qi Beishan hugged the long piano in his hand tightly, and said with a smile: "The sky is falling, and there is a monster sitting on the throne carrying it!

  My Qi family is an aristocratic family of the Qi State, and even the land of Qi got its name because of the word Qi.

  It’s just that... articles handed down from generation to generation, calligraphy and painting handed down from generation to generation, after all, they can’t compare to the monster sitting in the palace of white bones, pool of blood, and forest of flesh.

  Since he wants me to come, then Qi Beishan, who has not had a good life for a few years, will also come.

  Why bother to think too much? "

   "There is a saying... a thousand-year-old family, my Qi family has existed for thousands of years, but now it can only survive under the command of Gu Yuanji, such a family is dead, is it a pity?"

  Qi Beishan shook his head when he said this: "It's a pity that the ancestor can't see through these things. Since he can't see through, and King Qi Yuan issued an order, what's the matter if I go through it once?

   It happened to meet for a while the young prince whose fame has been spread all over the world. "

  Qi Hanzhang stared blankly at his uncle.

  Qi Beishan stretched out his hand and patted Qi Hanzhang's shoulder: "But...you don't have to be too nervous.

It is true that Lu Jing has a peerless talent. It is said that he killed two divine towers on the Wudaodong mountain lake in that chapter, one of which was even the second divine tower in the Northern Qin Dynasty. Xiang Ding of martial arts chance..."

   Qi Beishan said this.

  Na Qi Hanzhang's body trembled suddenly: "Uncle, you said that Lu Jing killed two divine towers? Killed that Northern Qin Juding Servant?"

  Qi Beishan didn't pay attention to Qi Hanzhang, and just turned his head away.

  There was a spiritual flow in his cloudy eyes, and he captured the other people in the valley with great precision.

   "One of the Eight Great Families of the River East, Wang Rangong of the Wang family, Ao Jiuyi of the East China Sea, and Feng Zhuhe of the South China Sea are all here.

  Ao Jiuyi and Feng Zhuhe each brought their treasures from Dinghai.

  Combined with my Liuquan guqin, I can always stop him and sharpen his sword energy.

  Lu Jing's sword qi is too strong, and his aura is also strong. If he can cut off a part of his aura and sword qi, it will not be easy for him to pass the test of the West Tower in the sky. "

  Hearing what Qi Beishan said, Qi Hanzhang couldn't help standing on tiptoe and looking at a peach tree in the distance.

  Under the peach tree, a dark-faced, majestic middle-aged man was holding a stylus and looking carefully in front of him.

   "One of the Eight Great Families in the River East, the Patriarch of the Wang family, Mr. Iron Pen Wang Beard..."

  Qi Hanzhang stared closely at the stylus in Wang Rangong's hand.

  If it is normal, Qi Hanzhang will definitely come forward to ask for advice, and with the gift of a disciple, he will discuss pen, ink and calligraphy with him.

  Just now, there is a stone tablet as tall as a person placed in front of the bearded man.

  On the stone tablet, Wang Rangong wrote a few lines with an iron pen.

  Qi Hanzhang just glanced at it, and then felt terrified.

   "A century-old empire, a thousand-year family...

  In the land of the Central Plains, the Eight Great Aristocratic Families in Hedong have a profound heritage, and each family head is not a generation of vain fame. "

   Qi Hanzhang sighed in his heart.

   Then he raised his head again, looking at the clouds above his head.

  In the void, there seemed to be wind and thunder flickering, and a storm was brewing.

  It is faintly visible, and two real dragons, one white and one black, are looming.

  These two real dragons each hold a treasure in their mouths.

   Presumably it is the treasure of Dinghai.

   "It's unlucky for this Dafu Wufang Hailong to get into trouble with such a big evil star as Lu Jing.

  The Dragon King of Xiyunhai and even the Dragon King of Taichong died in the hands of Lu Jing, and the Dragon Palace of Xiyunhai was slaughtered by Lu Jing...

   Their courage is admirable, and they dare to come here to wear down Lu Jing's courage. "

   Qi Hanzhang sighed quietly in his heart.

  Beside Qi Beishan has already uncovered the black cloth and took out a Guqin.

  This guqin is about four feet long. The crown horn, Yueshan, and Chenglu are made of extremely rare Jingkong hardwood.

  Surprisingly, every broken pattern is engraved with an extremely rare rune.

  Those runes flowed out of a spring like flowing water, making a faint sound, faint and far away!

   "Liuquan..." Qi Hanzhang was a little dazed.

  Qi Beishan stroked the strings with his withered hands, his eyes were full of tenderness.

   "The greatest achievement in my life is becoming the owner of the flowing spring.

  It is its misfortune and my luck that the first-grade long piano matches me. "

  Qi Beishan said this, suddenly feeling lost: "I have no grievances with that Lu Jing, yet I want to come here to stop him.

  As a person in the world, I want to help kill people in the sky because of the impurity in the world.

  Bei Shan was treacherous when he was young, and there is nothing pity in doing such things.

  It's a pity that Liuquan Changqin wants to join me in murdering a real celebrity like Lu Jing! "

  Qi Hanzhang seemed to be aware of it, and saw the black dragon in the East China Sea roaring in the clouds and mist in the sky.

  In an instant, the world suddenly changed.

  A supernatural power brought up the vitality and turned it into a thick dark cloud, covering the void for hundreds of miles.

  Qi Hanzhang turned his head, only to see that Prince Gu Chenxiao had already got off the carriage, looking towards Yuankong with some pleasure in his eyes.

  He had no reason to think of Lu Jing's essay on killing the dragon, and the few lines of poems that Lu Jing sat down...

   "Flying three million sword qi, stirring Zhou Tianhan!"

   "Taiping world, the world is cool and hot..."

  The unrestrained cursive script seems to be brewing with unrivaled pride.

  Even though Lu Jing Yu He Zhongdao almost killed him, Qi Hanzhang still admired Lu Jing very much.

   "Lu Jing is indeed a real celebrity.

  Uncle, you are not afraid of life and death, and you call Lu Jing a real celebrity, and you don't want this Liuquan Changqin to be infected with evil, and you don't care whether the Qi family exists...

  Since this is the case, why do you need to go to Taixuanjing once, and why use the sound of the piano to kill Lu Jing's courage? "

  Qi Hanzhang stared closely at the clouds that suddenly rose in the distance.

  In the cloud and mist, a young man dressed in white, with a sword on his waist, and a face like a crown jade, came walking towards him.

  Admiration rose in his heart, and he couldn't help but persuade Qi Beishan.

  Qi Beishan sat cross-legged on the rock, with his hands flat on the long piano.

   "I don't care whether the family exists or not, and I'm not afraid of death.

  But I don’t want to disappoint my ancestor. He cut off his arms and legs to protect the Qi family. Since I am the heir of the Qi family, I always want to repay the kindness of my ancestors’ arms and feet. "

  Qi Beishan strokes the strings.

  In an instant, the ice and snow seemed to melt in the void, and there seemed to be rivers flowing vertically and horizontally.

  This voice is warm, strong and loose, but it seems to carry wisps of atmosphere, and it seems to condense a star palace.

  In the star palace, there are flowing water and clear springs flowing wantonly, and there are literati drinking and having fun.

  Among the clear springs and flowing water, it is like a huge ravine welcoming autumn, and a cold river reflecting the moon.

  All the visions were transformed into supernatural powers and spread throughout the farthest valleys.

  And the patriarch of the Wang Family of the Eight Great Aristocratic Families in the River East, Wang Rangong, went forward with a stylus in his hand.

  The stylus pierces the rock in front of you.

  The huge rock immediately turned into fragments, and then turned into smoke.

  Smoke and dust filled the void, but with the fragrance of pen and ink, it illuminated the void.

  Ao Jiuyi opened his mouth again and spat out a dragon head and bones.

  On the bones of the dragon head, there are only two dragon horns that are emerald green, as if they are full of vitality.

   Behind Feng Zhuhe, the phantom of the white dragon floats.

  She turned into a human form and walked out of the clouds with bare feet.

  The Dragon King of the South China Sea looked at Lu Jing, and said slowly: "Please stop here, Duke Jing, and walk into Xuandu!"

  Boom!

  In an instant, the sky and the earth were turbulent.

  The sound of the piano fills the void.

   There is also the dragon, which is majestic and overwhelms the world.

  Wang Rangong stood in the distance, and saluted Lu Jing from a distance: "Mr. Lu Jing's merits and virtues are alive, but the competition of knowledge is fierce. Wang Rangong, please come down to the ground, and discuss with me what Confucianism and Taoism are orthodox!"

   And Lu Jing on the cloud held the handle of the grass cutter in his hand, watching.

   But there was no road in the valley, but a muddy path.

  The muddy path was winding and twisting, with magical powers and magic sounds all over it, and there was a line of words written by Wang Rangong on the roadside stele.

   "Youth ambition, from now on!"

   This line of text is extremely murderous, and the dragon power that swallows the sky is brewing in it. The sound of Qi Beishan's piano, which was originally extremely upright, fell into the alley, and it was full of demons and evil spirits!

   "This small path is interesting. They have spent a lot of trouble in order to cut off the meaning of Fuguang in my sword qi, the aura of Dongjun."

  Lu Jing's thoughts flashed.

  Suddenly, he saw a sword light shining on the muddy path.

  The sword light is dilapidated, decayed, and dead, making people shudder. It seems that a tall building collapsed, a great country collapsed, and thousands of people died.

   At the source of the sword energy, a black-clothed swordsman was staring at Lu Jing.

  When Lu Jing saw the swordsman, his expression did not change.

   "No one can force Lu Jing to take the path."

  He whispered to himself, the dark clouds, the sound of the piano, the ink dust, and the blood of the roaring black dragon rushed towards him.

   "Dragon King of the East China Sea?"

  Lu Jing laughed: "You are the only one who lives here with the wind, and you are not allowed to enter my place!"

   "If I slay the black dragon first, will you be able to make me fall to the ground?"

  (end of this chapter)