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

  Chapter 383 The world is romantic and Bai Guanqi, why did he ever look at Hou Wang

  The weather is fine today.

  The streets and alleys were covered with sunlight, and the fine autumn wind hit Taixuanjing.

  Even if it is already autumn, the most eye-catching thing in Taixuanjing is still Kazuki peach blossoms, pink and pink, like a fairy dancing in neon clothes.

  Qingyue saw Lu Jing's face turned livid, and saw him walking away with deep fear in his eyes. She stood in the courtyard in a daze for a while, and suddenly there was a little bit of reluctance in her eyes.

   After she was reluctant to give up, her eyes became firm again.

  She thought of many scenes in the crabapple flowers, struggled for a long time, but finally turned back to the house, took out a Qiankun bag from the house and tied it around her waist.

  Qing Yue and Lu Jing lived in this small courtyard for too long, and everything in the small courtyard was very familiar to Qing Yue, but Qing Yue still looked carefully at the small courtyard for a few times before going out.

  She came all the way to the depths of the empty mountain alley until she saw a figure from behind.

  The back is lonely, and the white clothes are fluttering, as if the rising sun in the sky and the breeze blowing in the streets have nothing to do with her, but the peach blossoms all over the city seem to have something to do with her.

"gentlemen."

  Qing Yue has no hesitation in her eyes, but there are still many regrets: "Mr. Guanqi..."

  Mr. Eleven, who was supposed to be at Zhenwu Mountain, turned around. There were some tears in her eyes, but they were blown away by the wind, which only made her squint.

   "Things are impermanent, the scene you saw in the crabapple flower will finally come true."

  Mr. Eleven said: "It's a pity that I was too hasty. I knew that the road ahead would be bumpy, but I couldn't move to the mountains and rivers blocking the way."

  Qing Yue pursed her lips and said, "Why didn't you tell Young Master? Young Master always has ideas..."

  Mr. Eleven looked at the sky, and said: "Lu Jing has always had his own ideas, if he knows the scene in the Begonia flower, he will definitely make a lot of noise.

  At that time, maybe Lu Jing, who was holding a sword in the Begonia scene, would no longer be able to hold a sword.

  I have also seen the scene of Begonia, I saw the peach blossoms all over the mountain withered, and I also saw the parrot island dumped in the middle of the river.

  I also wanted to change these sad things, but unfortunately the results were not satisfactory. "

  The road ahead is bumpy, but I can't move to Qianshan.

  So Qingyue took a deep breath...

  Since it is impossible to move to Qianshan, we must give the young master a chance to hold the sword, and don't let him be controlled by others.

  So she walked side by side with Mr. Eleven to blow the fragrance of peach blossoms all over Taixuanjing during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Amidst the most abrupt fragrance, Qingyue finally mustered up the courage to make her crucial third decision.

  The first choice was that when the young master Lu Feng of the Lu Mansion came to ask for her, she knelt alone in front of his wife's memorial tablet the night before.

  The second choice is to study medicine under Mr. Eleven.

  The third choice is to leave Taixuanjing with Mr. Shiyi under the cover of the fragrance of peach blossoms before the Mid-Autumn Festival.

  On Jiaoshen Mountain, Qing Yue, who hadn't shed tears for a long time, turned her head to look at Tai Xuanjing with hot tears in her eyes.

  Taixuanjing is vast and prosperous, with more than a few million households.

  In Taixuanjing, her sweetheart was about to draw his sword, and she still vaguely remembered that under the two blood-colored stars, the sword was radiant and unparalleled.

  Mr. Eleven walked ahead of Qingyue, also walking firmly but slowly.

  She has spent more than ten years in Taixuanjing, and she has never done something that is admired by the world like the fourth gentleman, she has never been taught by the master's words like the other gentlemen, and she has never turned the tide on a certain matter.

  She came into being only because of the Master preaching on Zhenwu Mountain, and only because of the flirtatious talent with the bag on his back, he entered Taixuanjing.

   Now that she is leaving Taixuanjing, things in the world are still going according to plan, and they still haven't gotten better, and even got worse.

   "Sir... Maybe the young master knows about this, Mr. Guanqi will not be so passive, maybe he doesn't have to enter this palace."

  Qingyue followed behind Mr. Eleven, looking at Mr. Eleven's back, which was no different from ordinary ones, but felt that Mr. Eleven was just like her, but he was just holding on.

  Mr. Eleven shook his head.

  She originally thought that after the catastrophe in the Valley of the Dead, Bai Guanqi could indeed survive.

  It wasn't until later that the chessboard covering the world was covered, and Mr. Eleven and Mr. Guanqi woke up.

  The affairs of the world are mostly involuntary.

   "No problem." Mr. Eleven stopped in his tracks, his voice was clear and powerful: "He also wants Lu Jing to hold and draw his sword."

   "Only in this way can he be regarded as the real Mr. Sword Holder in the library."

  Qing Yue was slightly startled, and her steps became more determined.

   "Sir, where are we going?"

  Mr. Eleven did not answer Qingyue, but instead asked Qingyue: "It depends on how you choose."

   "Do you want to choose a place to wait for Lu Jing to return with his sword in peace, or choose to go to seek medical treatment with me, so that the next choice will not be so difficult."

  Mr. Eleven said this, and said plainly: "Maybe... Lu Jing will never be able to come back after this encounter."

  Qingyue, who was holding back by force, suddenly burst into tears. She didn't even dare to look at Taixuanjing again, so she just lowered her head and said to Mr. Eleven, "Go...seek medical advice."

  …

   "I need you to make up the lines on the Yu Yuan and Yang Gu chessboards.

  This chessboard starts with you, and naturally it will end with you. "

  It is rare for Emperor Chongtian to come to the Taixian Hall, and it is rare to come to this imperial garden.

  It is autumn, and the garden is still in full bloom, and the aroma is tangy, and the winding paths and magnificent rockeries are correspondingly interesting.

  Mr. Guanqi became more and more calm.

  His face is still old, but he is not wearing the gray robe, but a long indigo robe.

  The neckline and cuffs of the indigo blue robe are inlaid with flowing cloud patterns, and a black auspicious cloud brocade is tied around the waist, and the sparse hair is **** by a crown inlaid with jade.

  Mr. looked up at the starlight in the sky, where the starlight diffused, an old friend could be seen faintly.

  The old friend was submerged in the starlight waterfall, but he seemed to be so strong that he shouted at him: "Persist for a few more days, and I will return immediately."

  So Mr. Guanqi's eyes became softer.

   "The sage thinks that the chessboard between you and Jiang Shoufu can swallow my plan in Yuyuan and Yanggu?"

  Mr. Guanqi walked side by side with Emperor Chongtian, and he tried his best to straighten his spine: "I have no way with the Holy King, how can the two chessboards be combined into one?"

  Emperor Chongtian stretched out a hand, and in the palm of his hand was a black dragon winding and entrenched, roaring many times.

  But the roaring sound was suppressed within a square inch and could not be heard at all.

   "Naturally, we must become one." Emperor Chongtian looked at the Canglong in his hand, and said: "There is not much time in the world, Master saved the world once, but it will not last forever. After all, he cannot permanently suppress Ming Yujing.

  If the world does not save itself, it will just sit and wait for death. "

  Mr. Guanqi smiled and said: "The world is precious, and the number of living beings is countless.

  The holy king has the ambition to save the world, just like the Candle King of the Northern Qin Dynasty.

   But the two kings fighting will waste a lot of time after all. Since both of you want to save the world, why should you suddenly waste the power of the world? "

  Emperor Chongtian withdrew the Canglong in his hand, and shook his head with a smile: "Since the last spiritual wave, I only believe in myself."

  Mr. Guanqi naturally knew the answer a long time ago, but the smile on his face grew stronger.

  He looked up at the sky, but in the sky, there were a few stars twinkling vaguely.

   "That's Tianque Guardian."

  Emperor Chongtian followed Mr. Guanqi's gaze, and said with a smile: "Throughout the ages, people in the world seldom reflect these heavenly towers to guard the stars, because the heavenly towers are rare treasures in the sky. They have the truth of heaven and earth, and they must be reflected by immortals."

  The smile on Mr. Guanqi's face gradually faded, and he felt that the stars in the sky were getting more dazzling.

   "There are both primordial stars and emperor stars... reflecting these heavenly towers guarding the stars, there will be flaws in the heavenly towers." Mr. Guanqi whispered softly.

  Emperor Chongtian nodded immediately: "There are flaws in Tianque, and there are flaws in Taidi City and even Ming Yujing.

  The fruits of the past three spiritual tides may be distributed among the human world. The heaven and the world are all unified, and the human world will no longer have vitality. Practitioners in the world are all immortals.

  The twelfth floor, five cities, and four hundred and eighty fairylands will no longer be able to stand tall, and they will no longer be able to use the human world as a sacrifice, let alone destroy the human world and nurture Ming Yujing. "

   "It's really majestic." Mr. Guanqi nodded, but he asked with some concern: "But what if Lu Jing doesn't want to reflect these sky guards?"

"After tonight, with Lutan as the bottom line, the star guards of Tianque will open the star gates wide. As for whether to reflect or not, it depends on Lu Jing's choice." Emperor Chongtian seemed quite confident, and said: "This Lu Jing is the star of the past few years. The biggest surprise in the world is that he is a born brand-new sword, with him, coupled with some fine blade light, Tianzhu will not be so perfect."

  Mr. Guanqi seemed to know what Emperor Chongtian was planning. He stood still under a big tree and let out a long breath.

   "Emphasis on love and righteousness has actually harmed Lu Jing. If he had a lighter temper, it might be much better."

  …

  The autumn wind picked up again, and there was a rustling sound from the leaves on the blowing trees.

  Emperor Chongtian stood behind Mr. Guanqi, with his hands behind his back, as if he was waiting for something.

   Mr. Guanqi, who was always soft-spoken, suddenly turned his head and looked directly at Emperor Chongtian.

"Holy Lord, during the last spiritual tide, you saw the twelfth floor and five cities, the unprecedented Ming Yujing, the emperor whose body covered the sky and the sun, and the fairy who was sitting on the emperor's throne and saw the years passing by. emperor…

  In fact, since then, one of the holy characters in your title has long been swallowed up by ambition. "

  Emperor Chongtian smiled and let Mr. Guanqi speak. He was still looking at the sky, not knowing what he was waiting for.

  Mr. Guanqi smoothed away the folds on his sleeves, and his stooped body, which had tried its best to straighten as much as possible, straightened suddenly.

  His face became young again, and his handsome face seemed to reveal an innate nobility, which made people feel unattainable.

   This unattainable height does not come from identity or blood, but from that unique temperament.

   "Emperor Chongtian, you want to save the world, but at the cost of half the world's souls.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, half of the living beings will die, and the sky and the earth will merge into one, and you will really sweep the sky and become an immortal and emperor among immortals who controls three million immortals and sits in the immortal court for three hundred years. What has changed in that world?

   It’s nothing more than changing a Tianque or a Ming Yujing. "

  Mr. Qiguan's aura slowly changed, and the meek and docile Mr. Qiguan in the past suddenly became more powerful.

  He was still standing under the big tree, with his hands behind his back, turned sideways and looked sideways at Emperor Chongtian.

  Back in the black smudges behind him, divine thoughts criss-crossed, and mountains and rivers emerged.

  At this moment, Mr. Guanqi in the Taixuan Palace is no longer the executive of the study building, but the most romantic person in the world in the past.

  And those practitioners who stand at the top of the world talk about Mr. Guanqi, saying that he "used to be a man of mountains and rivers in Qingdu, Tianjiao distribution and Shukuang!"

   It's as if the identity of Lord Qingdu, the host of Yuxian Building, conceals everything.

  But the Bai Guanqi in the world is Bai Guanqi, not some Qingdu Lord!

   "Emperor Chongtian wanted to swallow up the heaven and the earth, and he always wanted to give the weak people a way to survive.

  Yu Yuan and Yang Gu have their own changes, so I'm standing here, and I invite you to come and get it. "

  At this moment, the morning sun is gradually rising, and wisps of brilliance are falling down, shining halos in the void.

  Emperor Chongtian nodded towards Bai Guanqi: "Bai Guanqi is so romantic in the world, with thousands of poems and thousands of cups of wine. Why did he ever look at the king?"

   "In that case, I'll take a look at Yu Yuan and Yang Gu!"

  …

  Lu Jing went straight into the Taixuan Palace, no one stopped him all the way, and went straight to the Taixian Palace.

  In front of Taixian Hall, Lu Diaosi in red was standing silently. When he saw Lu Jing coming, he took a step forward and said, "Jing Guogong, I don't know which garden you visited today, but it is not in Taixian Hall."

   Lu Jing also wore a Sha Xilou and a Grass Chopper on his waist.

  He took a deep breath, turned his head, and walked towards several gardens.

  He had just walked a few steps when the red-clothed Diaosi suddenly reminded Lu Jing.

  "After Mr. Guanqi entered Taixuanjing, he visited several old people in the palace, and finally went to Huaishi Palace.

  If Jing Guogong came to look for Mr. Guanqi, he could go to Huaishi Palace to look for it. "

  Huaishi Palace.

  The little thirteenth prince Yanxu was looking at something on the table fascinated.

  His little chin was propped on the table case, and there was still a smile on his face.

  Prince Yanxu was behind him, the eldest lady of Huaishi Palace also smiled at Prince Yanxu.

   "You said, when Master Jing got married, as his only disciple, what should I give as a gift?"

  The female officer was about to answer, but footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

  Prince Yanxu straightened up and looked towards the courtyard.

   But he saw Lu Jing standing under the locust tree in the courtyard, hesitating.

   "There is no homework today, but it was Mr. Jing who came."

  Prince Yan Xu took off his immature eyes a little bit, and he stood up quickly to greet him.

   At this time, the sun was shining outside the door, but it was a bit cold under the locust tree.

  Prince Yan Xu, who was originally elated, came out of the gate, and suddenly saw the increasingly gloomy expression on Lu Jing's face, and suddenly noticed something.

  He stopped in his tracks, turned his head and glanced at the desks in the palace, suddenly there was silence in the palace.

   A few breaths of time passed.

A smile appeared on the corner of Prince Yanxu's mouth, he took a few steps forward, and said to Lu Jing, "Mr. Guanqi entered the palace before, and it is said that he went to many places in the palace, and asked for extremely expensive rouge paper and century-old ink, and he came again. Yan Xu wrote this marriage letter here..."

   "Marriage letter."

  Lu Jing pursed his lips and looked across the door, only to see his and Qing Yue's names impressively written on the cover of the red marriage book.

  That is indeed the handwriting of Mr. Guanqi, as gentle as jade.

  At this moment, someone outside Huai Shi Palace suddenly shouted an order.

   "Mr. Shulou Guanqi worked harder and harder, and died in Taixuan Palace."

   "Emperor, according to his academic achievements, bestow... Chi-headed tortoise."

   I recommend my friend Xinyi's "All the demons have fallen, what are you talking about about martial arts", and I strongly recommend those who like Liaozhai stories to take a look. The protagonist writes Liaozhai in the world of Liaozhai, which is relaxed and cheerful!

  (end of this chapter)