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

  Chapter 351 Tiangong enters Beijing and comes to cast swords

   "Married to...?"

  Qing Yue was obviously taken aback.

  Under the night, the clouds are completely closed, the moonlight is sprinkled between the sky and the earth, the Milky Way flows silently, and the bright moon has spread into the sky, just like a crescent jade.

  The night sky seemed to be washed clean.

  Qing Yue stopped, turned her head and stared at Lu Jing blankly, feeling a little at a loss for a moment.

  Lu Jing smiled gently at her: "I am eighteen years old, and I will be nineteen in a few months.

  If my mother is still alive, she must find a marriage for me now. "

  Qing Yue was awakened by Lu Jing's gentle voice.

  Meteors flashed across the night sky, and light clouds drifted slowly, as if they were going against the moon.

  Yes, the young master should be married at the age.

However, the young master bears a great reputation in the world, and is the youngest Duke of the Dafu Dynasty. All young scholars in the world follow him as an example, and he has also established kindness for all living beings in the world... The recovered He Zhongdao can at least support thousands of people. million people.

  How can such a person marry his maid?

  Qingyue wanted to shake her head subconsciously, but when she looked at Lu Jingruyu's face, she felt that her long hair weighed a thousand catties, so she couldn't shake her head anymore.

  But she couldn't agree to it calmly, so she could only stand in silence.

  Lu Jing looked directly at Qingyue, as if Qingyue could understand the meaning of Lu Jing's every move, and so did Lu Jing.

  So he patted Qingyue on the shoulder and said, "It's time to go home."

  Lu Jing walked forward, and Qing Yue followed behind him step by step.

Just after taking a few steps, Lu Jing suddenly stopped, turned his head to look into Qingyue's eyes and asked, "Qingyue, if I were still the weak school boy before, you are now a pharmacist in white, even if you are Even if you go to a Taoist mansion, you have to be the guest of the big man.

  So... are you and me about to part? "

  Qing Yue shook her head subconsciously, and then realized it.

  After Lu Jing asked this sentence, he didn't wait for Qingyue's answer.

  His face was full of confidence, as if he was sure that Qingyue would not leave him because of this.

  Qing Yue stood on the spot and looked at Lu Jing's back, her eyes gradually cleared up.

   Even the moonlight seems to have become a lot gentler.

   "Yes, regardless of thousands of identities and ten thousand statuses.

  The young master and I walked through the wild flowers covering the branches, the white snow sliding down the treetops, the proud winter plums, the singing of birds and cicadas, and the scorching sun.

  Since we have been away for so long, what can separate me from the young master? "

  Qingyue thought of the elixir she was still refining in the elixir furnace.

   Thinking of the scene in the crabapple again, his expression gradually became firm.

  In the past years, I looked at the sky at dawn and looked at the clouds at dusk.

   In the future, it will be the ends of the earth, and they will go to the distant mountains, the Western Regions, and the sea, and Qing Yue will go with the young master.

  For them, everything is a matter of course, everything is going smoothly.

   But if there is no canal, no water, no boat, the young master will always be with her.

   Thinking of this, Qing Yue quickly caught up with Lu Jing and walked side by side with Lu Jing.

   Like countless nights before.

  The boy and the girl walked side by side.

  Tonight, the moonlight is gentle, and the wind and waves are also gentle. Even the ripples on the sea seem to be witnesses for the two of them.

  After walking dozens of steps, Qingyue seemed to think of something. With some hesitation in her eyes, she asked Lu Jing, "Master, that Miss Shengzi..."

"I've always wanted to see her, but at first she was practicing in seclusion. Later, I went to Jiuchu Mountain and Dongshan Lake. When I came back from Dongshan Lake, it happened to be the anniversary of her mother's death. Only for me A letter was left behind.

  Now she is afraid that she is offering sacrifices to her deceased mother in Sanghuai Mansion.

   When Sheng Zi returns, I will make a special trip to meet her. "

   Lu Jing's tone was calm.

   But Qingyue could tell that Lu Jing's tone was still a little apprehensive.

  Miss Sheng Zi's mood is so hot and bright,

  Her feelings are brilliant, unobstructed by mountains and unobstructed by sea, sometimes Qingyue admires her...

  Dafu has countless daughters, but not many have such clear love and hatred.

at this time.

  Lu Jing was looking up at the sky, seeing the stars lingering on the sky, and the fairy spirit on the sky.

  He took a deep look at the sky, then turned his head, and asked Qingyue again: "Qingyue, what do you think is a suitable day after the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

  Qingyue is immersed in great contradiction and joy.

  I just feel that today's night, breeze, and even my own heartbeat are irreplaceable.

  But when she heard Lu Jing's question, she still calmed down, just like she did when she was refining alchemy.

   "Master, why don't you let Mr. Guanqi decide?"

   A smile appeared on the corner of Lu Jing's mouth, and he nodded.

  …

  Mr. Guanqi has stopped looking at those remnants since he repaired his injuries with the help of Tianmai and became more romantic and younger.

  In the past, he was only active around the Slim Tower.

   These days, he always goes to the raised hill on the second floor to play chess with the old man who lives in seclusion in the study building of the Nanguo government.

  The old man was often frightened by the chess watcher and sweated profusely, but he was unwilling to admit defeat. Occasionally, he would lie in a wheelchair and play around, knocking over the chessboard.

   This is already extremely rude.

  Mr. Guanqi always squints his eyes and smiles. The old man in the Nanguo Mansion has never practiced, so he wears the gentleman's robe, bends down to look for chess pieces, and arranges them carefully.

  For some reason, these days, Mr. Eleven always follows far behind Mr. Guanqi.

  Even the affairs in the Shaomu Courtyard were mostly handed over to Qing Yue and Lu Yu.

  Watching Mr. Chess play chess, Mr. Eleven always sits far away in the kiosk and waits quietly.

  Until Mr. Chess Watcher stares at the chessboard and looks for her, she always nods to Mr. Chess Watcher.

  Mr. Eleven rarely saw a smile on his face.

  Even when facing Mr. Guanqi, this is the case.

  Two people walk together, and often they rarely talk, just as companions.

  Occasionally, when Mr. Eleven inadvertently looks at Mr. Guanqi, a little loneliness will flash across his face.

   "It doesn't matter whether there are three stars in the sky or eight guardian stars in the sky, after all, they cannot always hang above the world.

  That Shang Min travels to and from all over the world, aiming for three stars in the sky, I am not as good as him. "

  Mr. Guanqi was very interested, and pointed to the scattered stars in the sky to Mr. Eleven.

   "Shang Min wants to dismantle Tianque step by step.

  Emperor Chongtian and Jiang Baishi wanted to make use of the immortal-slaying artifact to make the immortal-slaying man keep his destiny and cut down the sky tower in one go.

  In the eyes of Candle King, the world and the sky are regarded as cities and kingdoms by him.

   Not to mention the conflicts, as long as the Qin fire is burned out, the world will be burned first, and the fire will gradually become stronger. Naturally, it can also burn the heavenly fairyland to ashes...

   I just don’t know which of these people who are proud of the heavens and the earth can realize their ideals and ideals. "

  The taciturn Mr. Eleven heard Mr. Guanqi's words, and his tone suddenly became sour: "If you live longer, won't you be able to see it?"

Mr. Guanqi didn't hear the business in Mr. Eleven's words, he still looked at the stars in the distance, and said: "Whether Shang Min is in the world or seeking revenge, let's not mention it for now, he is too lonely, and he wants to change the world. Fear alone is not enough."

   "Among the two unrivaled kings, Emperor Chongtian and King Candle, maybe someone will succeed.

   But whether it is the Emperor Chongtian or the King of Candles, as long as the two become one, the world will be ruined, and it may take a thousand years to cultivate one's health. "

   "Jiang Baishi saw all the suffering in the world, but after the spiritual wave, he felt that the sky was invincible. He only cared about planning the chess game of Luoxian, but forgot the people of the world.

so…"

   "So, you pin your hopes on Lu Jing?" Mr. Eleven asked.

  Mr. Guanqi shook his head: "I only care about doing my own thing and fulfilling my responsibilities.

  Yang Gu, Yu Yuan, Yang Jiehai, Lei Jiehai always have to shoulder the burden of the world.

  As for Lu Jing, he is my disciple, I don't want him to shoulder the burden of the world, it will crush him.

  But I also believe that since he wears a sword on his waist, the sword will always shine. "

   "Even, that Huaguang will be more dazzling..."

  Mr. Guanqi seems to have noticed something, he said while looking into the distance.

   Mr. Eleven standing next to him, and Mr. Jiu from Hanmo Academy.

  Zhong Yubai and the man in black in Ji Yuan's Mansion.

  In the courtyard behind the Liu family Shihua Pavilion, the toad soul on Luo Mingyue's back gave off a faint brilliance.

  In Sifang Restaurant, the mysterious storyteller was also a little surprised.

  In Taixuan Palace, I don't know how many eyes fell on the gate of the city.

  At the gate of the city, a middle-aged scholar entered Xuandu.

  The scholar was bookish and looked very weak, except for a three-foot long sword on his waist.

  In Taixuanjing, there are not many scholars with swords.

   This dusty scholar did not provoke the guards at the gate to question him, because he was too ordinary.

  But when he stepped into Taixuanjing.

  Emperor Chongtian, who was at his desk reviewing the memorial, raised his head and put down his imperial brush.

   "This Lu Jing has a bit of vision."

  Emperor Chongtian casually said to the old Diaosi who was bowing and waiting on him: "He saw that the black gold of the immortal slaughter has a spirit. I am the master of the black gold of the immortal slaughter. The sword I used cannot erase my aura in my life."

  Old Diaosi was still dressed in red, never looked at Emperor Chongtian's face, just bowed his body and said: "Although Jing Guogong is a young man, with his clear understanding of the way of the sword, I think he can perceive the difference in Tu Xian's black gold.

  That's why this An weak deer came from the Fengfu Mansion on Anxi Road. "

  An Ruolu once owed Chong'an Sanzhou a big favor, and later he lived in seclusion and never heard from.

  But he never thought that An Ruolu still hadn't forgotten the kindness of the martial arts leader who swept the world with the Heavenly Halberd.

  Invited by the three prefectures of Chong'an, I packed my bags on Anxi Road and came all the way to Taixuanjing.

   "He also brought the thirty-six counties?"

  Emperor Chongtian became more and more curious: "Since Lu Jing wants to forge his own sword, why does he need so many first-grade famous swords?

   Famous swords do not meet famous swords, he thought he was Shang Min, who could make famous swords like Shenshu and Bailu recognize their masters together? "

  When Emperor Chongtian spoke, a ray of light flashed in the eyes of the dragon corpse inlaid on the table.

  Eunuch Lu of Chiyi Diao Temple did not continue to speak.

  Emperor Chongtian suddenly remembered something: "The storyteller is also in Taixuanjing now?"

   Mr. Lu's official name is.

   "This is quite a coincidence.

  If Lu Jing can really forge a famous sword, then the storyteller will just comment on this sword.

  The sword made by An Ruolu, together with the sword casting treasure I bestowed upon him, no matter what, he can fight a famous sword of the top fifteen in the world.

  If this sword is tailor-made for Lu Jing, combined with the sharpness of the light sword spirit and the fearless sword spirit, the power of such a sword in Lu Jing's hands is indeed much better than that of Tu Xian's black gold. "

  Eunuch Lu, who has never spoken much, rarely sighed today: "As expected of the person chosen by the sage.

  He can kill the divine tower with the black gold of slaughtering immortals.

  If he forges a sword for himself, even if he can't catch up with Zhongshanhou, Beiqin Gongsun Suyi, or those immortals who devoured the fruit of spiritual tides in the twelfth floor and five cities.

  But it can already stand proudly on the top of Zhaoxing.

  It’s just...that day I went to the west building..."

  Eunuch Lu’s last sentence contained some worry and pity.

  He was naturally not worried about Lu Jing, but about Emperor Chongtian's plans.

   "The sky is falling, and Bai Guanqi is also carrying it."

  Emperor Chongtian once again picked up the imperial pen to review the memorial.

   It is reasonable to say that Emperor Chongtian is so diligent in governing, and he will not be so diligent when he conquers the world.

  But I don't know what the memorial...exactly said.

  An Ruolu wears a three-foot dagger at his waist, and the prosperity in Taixuanjing seems to have nothing to do with him.

  He lowered his head and walked on the long street, not knowing what to think.

   Occasionally, there was a ray of sunlight, but there were letters on the scabbard of the long sword at his waist.

  The Sword Master of Qi State, who practiced Yizijian, woke up from Jixia Jiange.

  He turned his head, looked at the broad long sword not far away, and frowned.

   "Heavenly craftsmanship has its own truth of heaven and earth..."

  An Ruolu forged two first-grade famous swords, and two second-grade famous swords also forged nine handles.

  It’s fine for him to live in seclusion, but if he goes to Taixuanjing now, wouldn’t he be afraid of losing the truth of heaven and earth and dying violently in front of the furnace?

   Thirty-six countries in the Western Regions, Yuezhi.

  There is a young girl hugging a cat, her young hair is not dry, but she is charming to the bone.

   She has long brown hair, **** with a hairpin casually.

  The cat in the girl's arms has a black body and white tail, and black pupils.

  Until... the long sword scabbard around An Ruolu's waist in Taixuanjing lit up, revealing two tiny characters.

"Daji."

   It was like calling the black cat in the girl's arms.

  A gleam of light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the black cat, and then suddenly jumped up from the girl's arms.

  In an instant, a black and white streamer flashed.

  The black cat disappeared, replaced by a long sword with a snow-white body and a hilt as black as ink.

  The alluring girl gently reached out her hand, and the weird long sword fell into her hand.

   Just at this time.

   In the self-made girl's golden tent, five or six people entered.

  Two guards are in front, and two maids are behind.

   In the center is a high-spirited woman wearing a high crown and eyebrows, and wearing a fine attire.

  The woman's eyebrows are like green feathers, her muscles are like white snow, she is full of beauty, but she has her own majesty gathered in her eyebrows, like a daughter of a country.

  The girl holding a long sword, holding the sword and saluting: "Princess..."

  The person who came was the tall woman who had met Gongsun Suyi in the mirror.

   "There are not many people in the thirty-six countries of the Western Regions who call me the eldest princess."

  The eldest princess looked left and right at the golden tent, and then her eyes fell directly on the girl's arms.

   "Princess Dayue, this sword is the famous sword Daji, the thirteenth in the world?"

  The eldest princess asked.

  Princess Dayue nodded.

  The eldest princess asked again: "Is it made by the weak deer?" "

  Princess Dayue replied: "An Ruolu used to forge two famous swords for me and the Sword Master of Qi in his life.

  This Daji is exactly one of them. "

  The eldest princess became interested, took two steps forward, and casually took the Daji sword from the arms of Princess Dayue.

   "This is An Ruolu's Furnace Sealing Sword?"

  Princess Dayue said: "An Ruolu went to Taixuanjing, and brought his own sword made of iron, which should be for the sword."

  The eyes of the eldest princess changed, and she was a little puzzled: "In today's world, who can invite An Ruolu?"

  Princess Dayue shook her head: "I don't know either, it's just... An Ruolu enters Taixuanjing, I'm afraid I won't be able to forge a famous sword."

   "Even if it is forged with difficulty, it should not be among the twenty-one swords in the world."

   "Why?" the eldest princess asked again.

  Princess Dayue said: "It depends on whether the weak deer is willing to forge a sword. If someone imposes favors and majesty on him, he will not be able to make a good sword."

  The eldest princess raised her eyebrows, and asked: "He cast Daji for you, and Tianyi for the sword master of Qi. He saw your swordsmanship, and he volunteered to cast it for you?"

   "I don't know what the Sword Master of Qi's Tianyi is like.

  Daji is like this. "

  Princess Dayue said: "As far as I know, there are not many swordsmen in Taixuan Jing who can impress An Ruolu."

  The Princess Yueshi suddenly hesitated when she said this: "Except for that Lu Jing.

   It's just that the eldest princess told me yesterday that the sword in Lu Jing's hand is the immortal-slaying black gold of Dafu Shengjun.

  With such a famous sword, why do you need to create another famous sword that has been passed down to the world? "

  (end of this chapter)