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

  Chapter 367 Immortals can't break the starlight and take you

  There are many divine towers and star palaces in the world, but there are not many people who can look directly at the sky tower and see through the immortals in the sky tower.

  The thunder calamity barrier of heaven, man and human immortals is like a high mountain, pressing across the heads of thousands of strong people.

  Jiang Xianshi was born with clear eyesight, saw the mystery in the sky, and also saw the west building that called the wind and rain, and thought in his heart how to make Jing Guoan survive this catastrophe safely.

   "The pulse of Taihua is the key to the immortal. Duke Jing has become a prime minister. As long as he cultivates the pulse, with his talent, he will eventually become a immortal one day.

   Human immortals and Taihua's veins complement each other, and may be able to break free from the shackles of the son of Shanhe. "

  Jiang Xiansi sat quietly in the small courtyard, looking at Lu Jing who was talking to Li Jingang, thinking in his heart.

  He came to Taixuanjing, a small courtyard like Lu Jing, and only then did he know that Jing Guogong was not sitting still waiting to die.

   "With his good reputation and talent in ordinary times, coupled with his temperament of slaying dragons and his achievements in commanding wind and rain in the middle of the river, although this young Duke has only traveled far away, he is already famous all over the world.

   It's just that what I think in my heart is quite shocking, but I don't know whether Jing Guogong has such courage. "

  Jiang Xianshi's long clothes fell to the ground, elegant and handsome.

   He didn't know what he was thinking, and his eyes moved away from Lu Jing again, and fell on the sky.

  Indistinctly, Zhao Qingping, the First Immortal of the West Building in the Sky, was sitting cross-legged on a precious altar, facing the slanting wind and drizzle, and the figure coming down the West Building appeared in his eyes.

   "I just don't know...whether the Holy King will allow Taihua's veins to come to Gyeonggi-do."

  …

   "When autumn comes and September 8th, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom."

   "The fragrance soaring to the sky penetrates the profound, and the whole city is covered with golden armor."

  Nan Fengmian squatted in front of a scholar vendor selling calligraphy in Qidu Market.

   As he looked at the poem, his drunken eyes finally became clearer.

   Real Xinggu also seemed to be aware of it, and brought a few breezes, blowing Nanfengmian's scattered hair.

   "Hao Ke, this poem is a copy of Mr. Lu Jing, who is both excellent in calligraphy and painting in Dafu Taixuanjing.

  The landscape grass is also used, but is it still in your eyes? "

  The scholar saw that Nan Fengmian was drunk and saw that he had a knife on his waist, so he was a little afraid that Nan Fengmian was playing drunk, so he asked cautiously.

  Nan Fengmian held the three-foot straw paper and said, "Your cursive script has neither shape nor meaning, nor is it as sharp as Lu Jing's cursive script."

  The scholar was taken aback, glanced at Nan Fengmian up and down, and said with a wry smile: "What kind of person is Mr. Lu Jing, he has been canonized as Jing Guogong by Dafu Shengjun, and he is also a well-known Yuanshen monk and Mr. Shulou.

  They teach cursive script in places like Shulou, and they are famous for calligraphy and painting in places like Taixuanjing. How can a down-and-out scholar like me who fled south can be compared. "

  Nan Fengmian remained silent, as if he was carefully pondering those lines of poetry.

   "Why did Lu Jing write these poems?"

  After a long time, Nan Fengmian asked.

  The scholar shook his head in a daze: "Scholar Da Fu, all of them have transmitted these lines of poetry, and the line "Hundred Flowers Killing After My Flower Blooms" is said to have even reached the ears of the Candle King.

   It's just that I don't know why Jing Guogong wrote these lines. "

  Nan Fengmian said to himself: "These few poems are full of heroism, but full of determination, Lu Jing must have encountered difficulties.

  However, he still has the ambition to wear golden armor and defeat the enemy, which is not easy. "

  The middle-aged scholar smiled mischievously and remained silent.

  He didn't know who the swordsman in front of him was, and he talked about Lu Jing one by one, as if he knew Jing Guogong very well.

  The scholar didn't dare to speak, but he didn't think so in his heart.

   "Sure enough, there are all kinds of people in Qi State. The one who holds a knife actually only clicks on the word me on the side of the pen and ink, and he speaks quite loudly. I think he is a person who loves to show off."

  The scholar thought so in his heart.

  Nan Fengmian took out a piece of silver from his waist, handed it to the scholar, turned around and left with the picture.

  The scholar weighed the silver in his hand, then bit it with his teeth, his eyes immediately showed joy.

   "Jing Guogong's calligraphy and paintings are better for sale. Unfortunately, I can't make the picture of the real dragon rising from the clouds, otherwise I should be able to sell for a very good price."

  Nan Fengmian and Master Xinggu walked on the muddy streets together.

  On this street, even the shouting merchants are weak, and from the corner of their eyes, they are always looking at the passing pedestrians, or their colleagues in business.

  Qi State is a land of wickedness. If you are not careful, sometimes you will not even know how to die.

The funny thing is…

   There are still many people who take risks and go to this evil country to seek a living.

  Most of them are scholars and practitioners who have long since subjugated the country, but there is no such thing as a permanent household registration.

  If Dafu is still the overlord of the world, if the Northern Qin Dynasty has not risen, there will always be a place for them in Dafu Thirty-Six Dao.

   But now, the battle between Beiqin and Dafu is in full swing. No matter whether people like them go to Beiqin or Dafu, they will inevitably have their faces branded and go to the front line to serve as the former spear army.

  The front spears are actually cannon fodder. These people really don't want to die under the wheels of the burning chariots of the Northern Qin Dynasty. Most of them fled to the Western Regions, to the Sea Demon Kingdom, and to remote small countries that are still lingering.

  It's a pity that the kings of the Western Regions rebelled and were unwilling to be under the actual control of Dafu. Dafu Zhongshanhou was sweeping the Western Regions with 180,000 elites.

  The princess of the Sea Demon Kingdom was kidnapped again, and the Demon Emperor was furious. The anger turned into a wave and turned the Sea Demon Kingdom upside down.

   Too many people died from it.

  So, the exiled people had to come to this country of Qi to beg for life.

  Nan Fengmian took this picture, squatted down on the muddy ground not far from the White Bone Palace, thought carefully, and felt a little worried.

   "Maybe I should go back?"

   "It's just that I boasted in front of Lu Jing that I was going to marry the dog head of King Qi Yuan.

  Going back in such a despondent way now, he will inevitably be laughed at by him. "

   "But if you don't go back, he wears golden armor, and it's best to kill the flowers when the flowers bloom. In case he dies..."

   "I don't know what happened to Lu Jing."

  Nan Fengmian was full of worries, and the saber spirit on his body rang out inadvertently.

  The saber intent was as free and easy as a breeze, but also possessed the domineering nature of Nanfeng Mianqi.

  In addition to being free and easy and domineering, the light of the knife is as brilliant as the bright moon, which is beyond words.

  He left Taixuanjing for more than a year.

  If the old friends in Taixuan Jingzhong saw Nan Fengmian at this time, they would be surprised at Nan Fengmian's unusual entry into martial arts.

  There is a bright moon to accompany him, and there is true martial arts in his dreams.

  He is no longer the swordsman who shines five times in the past.

   "I know the origin of Mr. Lu Jing's poems."

   Nan Fengmian was engrossed in watching, when suddenly a voice came from behind.

  He turned his head and saw a monk with six ring scars scalded on his head, bending down to look at him with a smile on his face.

  Nan Fengmian's eyes narrowed, and he took out a piece of broken silver from his belt, and threw it into the alms bowl held by the monk.

   Bang Bang Lang Lang…

   There was a wonderful sound when the silver hit the ring bowl.

  The monk took out the silver and bit it with his teeth, and then made a Buddha name with one hand, saying: "Jing Guogong has the power to call the wind and rain, which is against the rules of the immortals in the sky.

  Jun Shuiyun will take the West Tower from the sky to the world, and will kill Duke Jing. "

  "Shuiyun Lord in the West Tower in the sky?" Nan Fengmian held the handle of the knife and asked: "The West Tower in the sky is majestically coming from the lower realm, and the strong in my world just sit and watch?"

   "Amitabha."

  The monk replied: "The two imperial courts, the world's top nine, and the leading sects are all bound by rules and cannot be shot.

  The heavens are mighty, but the water-bashing country swallowed by natural disasters is still burning with residual fire, which has not been extinguished for thirty-six years.

  The world still needs to take a breather, and also needs to take advantage of the opportunity of the next spiritual wave, so how can we really break face with them? "

   "The world has lost face for a long time." Nan Fengmian put away the words, and said: "I am not a member of the two imperial courts, nor am I a member of a sect, walking, and killing a few immortals is not a violation of the rules."

  Nan Fengmian turned around and left.

  Although his voice was quiet when he spoke, his right hand clenched the handle of the knife revealed the worry in his heart.

   "It's too late."

  The monk's eyes were clear, and he shook his head: "The wind comes at dawn, and the rain comes at night.

  It’s okay to leave earlier, now it’s almost dawn, and the wind and rain are coming, if Mr. Nan goes again, I’m afraid he won’t be able to catch up with the wind and rain. "

  Nan Fengmian's breath stagnated, but he still moved forward.

  The monk moved his mind, and a voice fell into Nan Fengmian's ears: "Aren't you going to kill that Qi Yuan king?"

  Nan Fengmian's spiritual thoughts contended, and the sword intent: "King Qi Yuan's head is not as important as Lu Jing's life."

   "Why do you need to go when you know you can't make it in time?" The monk said, "To collect Lu Jing's body?

  Shui Yun-jun fell into the world in person, if Lu Jing was really going to die, there would definitely not be a whole body left behind. "

  Nan Fengmian frowned suddenly, turned to look at the monk: "Where did the master come from?"

  The monk ignored Nan Fengmian's question, and said to himself: "In my dream, I saw a bright moon rising into the sky, shining directly on you.

  I also saw a true martial **** staring at you. "

   "Nan Fengmian, this Northern Qi is your opportunity, and it may eventually become your place of enlightenment.

  You just leave like this, lest the opportunity will escape, and the place of enlightenment will become your final burial place.

You do not care? "

  Nan Fengmian paused slightly.

The monk thought that Nan Fengmian was moved by his words, and continued: "Even if you rush away now, it will not be of any help. Instead of this, it is better to stay in Qi State. One day you will kill King Qi Yuan, and everyone in the world will be killed." Everyone will miss your achievements, and your domineering sword spirit will also be successful."

  Nan Fengmian frowned in thought.

  The monk was about to continue talking, but Nan Fengmian suddenly turned around and strode towards the monk.

   "Master, I don't know why you came here, but since you know my name, I can trust you with my life. I hope you can take care of one of my... relatives for the time being."

   "Dear one?" The monk couldn't help being taken aback.

  Nan Fengmian pointed to an alley far away, and was about to speak, but felt dizzy in his mind.

  The next moment he lost consciousness.

   "I thought I convinced him, but I never thought that Nan Fengmian was thinking about his maid."

  The monk hates iron for being weak.

  Holding Nan Fengmian's body in his hand, two teenagers, a man and a woman, protruded from the alley not far away.

   "Master, why do you pretend to be a monk to deceive Mr. Nan?"

  Su Jianlin said: "I have an obsession in my heart. I heard the news that my friend was robbed, but I am willing to give up the rare opportunity without hesitation and rush back to Taixuanjing. Mr. Nan is such a knight."

  Su Jianchuan glanced at his mouth, and said: "If you want me to say, this Nan Fengmian is too upright, he knows he can't make it, but he still wants to go back to Taixuanjing.

  Once back to Taixuanjing, it might not be so easy to come out again. "

   "When he was at the fifth level of the star, Tai Xuanjing was unwilling to let him go.

  In just over a year, it was as if he had eaten a elixir, straight into the star palace, and he often dreamed of the true martial god.

   Such a character, if I were the Emperor Chongtian, I would not let him go. "

  Su Jianlin gave Su Jianchuan a blank look, and was about to refute a few words.

  The monk on the side suddenly changed into a purple-robed Taoist priest.

  The Taoist looked at Nan Fengmian in front of him, and said: "This opportunity for him is rare in the world.

   It’s not as simple as just reflecting the Zhenwu Emperor’s star, he saw Zhenwu Emperor in his dream, maybe like the Dongting Sanren hundreds of years ago, it was the real world of Zhenwu Emperor.

  He couldn't leave Qidu, especially when he knew he couldn't keep up with Lu Jing's catastrophe. "

  Su Jianchuan and Su Jianlin both nodded.

  After a few breaths, Su Jianchuan said worriedly: "Master, you have repeatedly wanted to accept Mr. Nan as your apprentice.

   You deceived him like this today, if he found out, wouldn't he want to pluck your beard? Let alone worship you as a teacher. "

  Su Jianlin raised his jaded hand and tapped Su Jianchuan on the head: "It was obviously a great monk who knocked Mr. Nan unconscious. We happened to come to find him, and fought with that monk for 300 rounds to save his life!"

  Su Jianchuan nodded immediately.

  The deer-raising Taoist in purple robe also gave Su Jianlin a thumbs up.

  …

  The guests dispersed.

  Lu Jing was still sitting in the courtyard where the orchids were blooming.

  He was holding a letter in his hand, and his eyes were different from the calm before, but became a little softer.

   "Lu Jing, I wanted to come to Taixuanjing many times, but the two masters imprisoned me on the statue of Taihao, pointing like a peak, and all I saw were white clouds.

  Fortunately, I met a high-level swordsman who was willing to deliver a letter for me, so I can write this letter. "

  …

  The person who wrote the letter was naturally Chen Xuanwu who had gone to Taihao Que.

  Chen Xuanwu's letters are full of short stories from some parents, he wrote about the beauty of Taihao Que, and about the sternness and kindness of his two masters.

   Then he carefully asked if the girl in the Shihua Pavilion was okay.

  Then... this simple and childish boy suddenly changed his style of writing.

   "I heard about you from several pilgrims.

  You know that I am a little timid and a little afraid of death, and I have never seen the big world, so I thought about it for a few days and nights before I planned to come to help you.

   But later, my master imprisoned me in Taihao Zhishan, which was too high, and I didn’t really dare to look down.

  Master and Second Master were determined not to let me go, even if I jumped a mountain or went on a hunger strike, they would not be moved.

  Every time I jump off the mountain, I go back in a blink of an eye. I don’t eat for dozens of days and I’m never hungry. It’s really annoying. "

   "I haven't been with you for long, Lu Jing, but you are also my only friend. As you said, my friend is in trouble, but I can't help the situation. It really makes me feel that life is boring."

  Seeing this, Lu Jing seemed to see Chen Xuanwu's half-dead face with drooping eyelids, and couldn't help laughing.

  He continued to look down, his eyes suddenly changed slightly.

   "Suffering, suffering, I suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

   It's better to wait until the fairy falls into the world, and I will point out the stars for you.

  They can stop me from leaving Taihao Que, but they can't stop you from coming to me on the starlight.

   When you come to Taihao Que, the two masters will not drive you away, but will definitely help you. "

   "This Taihao Que is very miraculous, maybe even the gods on that day can't..."

   "Broken Starlight takes you!"

  (end of this chapter)