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

  Chapter 75 I once entered the Heavenly Pass, but felt that the Heavenly Pass was uninteresting, and returned to the world (please book first, ask for a monthly pass!)

   It is autumn morning again.

   The morning light of daybreak could not cover the slightest coolness.

  The unpredictable white clouds and fog should not coexist with the sunlight, but today there is sunlight in the fog, which is rather strange.

  Lu Jing has been cultivating the sun, moon and sword light for the past few days, but his primordial spirit is always tired.

   Every time this happened, Lu Jing rested for a long time, and then carefully studied the true profound art of the Great Snow Mountain.

   When the sun rose, Lu Jing had drank porridge and ate snacks, and then went to the library to extract classics as usual.

   Today seems to be a little different from previous days.

   When he stepped on the fourth floor of the Slim Pagoda.

   Chen Xuanwu at the entrance of the stairs was winking at him.

  Lu Jing was a little puzzled, and followed Chen Xuanwu's gaze, but saw Mr. Guanqi, who was dressed in green clothes, with a refined appearance and a warm expression, was in front of his desk, looking down at the classics he had copied over the past few days.

  Mr. Kanqi seems to be so serious in everything he does, without the slightest indifference.

  Lu Jing also showed some smiles on his face when he saw Mr. Guanqi coming.

   He felt more and more that Mr. Guanqi seemed to have a unique temperament. When he saw Mr. Guanqi, he only felt that Mr. Guanqi had the legacy of a gentleman. No matter how he spoke or behaved, he had an old-fashioned simplicity.

   So Lu Jing smiled at Chen Xuanwu, came behind Mr. Guanqi, and waited quietly.

  It's been a long time.

  Mr. Guanqi read a copy of "Xuanzhong Commentary" excerpted by Lu Jing.

   He closed the new page that still had the scent of pen and ink, turned his head, and the voice of the primordial spirit fell into Lu Jing's ears again.

   "Don't be impatient, that's right." Mr. Guanqi nodded: "Your small script has also improved a lot, but compared to your cursive script, there is still a huge gap."

   Lu Jing held the etiquette of his disciples and saluted to Mr. Guanqi: "This is an excerpt from the classics, so naturally, it cannot be scribbled indiscriminately. Otherwise, if future generations read the classics I extracted and have many doubts, it is always not good."

   "There are only those classics written in cursive script. I also copy it in cursive script. If Mr. Guanqi thinks it is not suitable, I will change it to lowercase next time."

  Mr. Guanqi waved his hand: "It doesn't have to be like this, you are better at cursive writing, if you know the brush and ink, you can see the dragon bones and phoenix postures at a glance, and you can also see from the brush and ink that there are dragons and tigers in your heart.

  In this case, you might as well practice more fiercely. "

  Lu Jing smiled and said, "Mr. Guanqi has a high opinion of me."

   Many Confucian scholars in the distance saw Lu Jing, who had come to the Self-cultivation Pagoda not long ago, and seemed to be communicating with Mr. Guanqi.

   They looked at each other, their eyes shaking.

   Everyone in the entire library knew that since Mr. Four vomited blood and died, Mr. Guanqi, who could not speak at all, was unwilling to transmit the voice of his Yuanshen.

   Chen Xuanwu's handsome face was also full of doubts.

   "Master said that Mr. Guanqi must keep his mouth shut before the Master returns to the world, but today... why is Brother Jing talking to Mr. Guanqi now?"

   "And Mr. Guanqi nodded again and again, as if he was still praising him?"

  Chen Xuanwu couldn't help but think of what his two senior brothers told him about Mr. Shulou.

  Especially the evaluation of Mr. Kanqi…

  The Confucian scholars in the self-cultivation tower are thinking wildly.

   Mr. Guanqi lowered his head and thought for a while, then suddenly raised his head and said to Lu Jing, "Come with me."

  Lu Jing followed Mr. Guanqi downstairs and walked on the second floor, still wondering where Mr. Guanqi was going to take him.

At this moment.

  Lu Jing suddenly heard many people chanting poems by the roadside.

   "You can't stay on yesterday's day, today's day is so troublesome..."

  …

   "Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, I will never forget..."

   Among the Confucian scholars passing by, many of them were reciting these two poems in a maddening manner.

   Their eyes were filled with respect for these two poems.

   There will also be disciples of the bookstore who mention the author of the poem, and the respect will be more intense, as if talking about the fairyland in the sky.

   Of course, occasionally there will be people talking about Lu Jing, all speculating on who has such a great fortune, and can find such a heavenly word.

even…

While Mr. Guanqi and Lu Jing were walking, Lu Jing also heard a young Confucian scholar say to his companions: "There are no such wonderful words in the world, these two words actually came down from the sky. "

   "Brother Zhou... The word in heaven is to praise these two que words, not to say that these two que words came from heaven."

   "No...no, the bookstore has revised the history books of the founding of the country, and there are also many poems that took a lifetime to compile and search for wonderful words in the world.

   If this is a mortal word, how can it be buried? Even if there are no complete words, there should be a sentence or two. "

   "Brother Zhou, it is clearly written in the book of new words in the bookstore. These two words were excerpted by a person named Lu Jing. How can they be written in the world?"

   "In this world, there are not many gods and people who can see the fairyland in the sky, but there are some, so Lu Jing must be a god."

  …

  Lu Jing listened to these many rumors and watched the Confucian scholars around him continue to salute Mr. Guanqi. He followed Mr. Guanqi all the way up a small hill and came to a locust tree.

  The locust tree was very old, and its branches and leaves swayed in the autumn wind. Looking closely, there were many scars on the locust tree, which seemed to be sword wounds, but they were thicker.

  Mr. Guanqi stopped under the locust tree. This place is very quiet, I don’t know if it is a second or third floor.

  Lu Jing was a little puzzled.

   But Mr. Guanqi squatted down and pulled out many yellow and yellow weeds under the locust tree.

  The weeds are gone, and at the bottom of the locust tree trunk, you actually wrote a few lines crookedly.

   "The Tomb of Mr. Four in the Book Building..."

  Lu Jing couldn't help being awestruck.

   He once heard Sheng Zi talk about the master of Su Heel, the great Confucian who entered Nanzhao alone, and once said the reason why the great Confucian packed his bags and left the library.

   It was because the fourth Mr. Shulou vomited blood and died.

  Lu Jing didn't know who Mr. Four was, but when he saw Mr. Guanqi cleaning up the weeds so earnestly, he felt a little respect in his heart.

   He took a step forward and saw another line of extremely small characters under the crooked tomb inscription.

   That time was also ugly, like a child's play.

   "When I was young, I played around, and when I was young, there was nothing to do. When I was young, I read and learned swords. Nine years of reading is okay, and once I learned swords, I learned the Tao."

   In just a few sentences, it seems that the life of the fourth gentleman has been exhausted. There are children's games, debauchery, and majesty.

  Mr. Guanqi turned around and saw Lu Jing's eyes before standing up.

   "The fourth gentleman studied swordsmanship. He suffered hardships in the first half of his life, and his aptitude was dull.

   When Mr. Guanqi's Yuanshen transmitted his voice, Lu Jing could feel the deep reverence in it.

   "Afterwards, he was the sword-wielder of the bookstore. He once cut down the immortals in the sky who held the bookstore accountable, and he also followed the master's footsteps into the gate of heaven, but he felt that the gate of heaven was boring and returned to the human world.

   He is my senior brother and my guide. I brought you here today because I hope you can remember that there is such a person in my library. "

  Mr. Guanqi is sincere.

  Lu Jing didn't know the cause and effect, and he didn't hear the depth of it. He just nodded and saluted like the tombstone of the locust tree of Mr. Guanqi.

   Mr. Guanqi looked at him quietly.

   When he finished his salute, he was about to take him back.

  Suddenly... The wind suddenly picked up, a gust of autumn wind blew, and the branches of the locust tree swayed.

   Mr. Kanqi raised his head subconsciously.

   But on the locust tree, a branch seems to be a little different.

   So Mr. Guanqi raised his hand lightly, Yuanshen suddenly rose, Yuanqi surged, and fell on the branch.

  Click…

   A crisp sound.

   From the branch, a wooden sword flew out diagonally and fell into Mr. Guanqi's hands.

  The whole body of the wooden sword is dark, and there are many mysterious lines on it.

   These lines seem to be just decorations, and they seem to contain something.

  Mr. Guanqi saw this wooden sword, and his originally calm expression suddenly changed, and there was a lot of melancholy.

  Lu Jing looked curiously.

  Mr. Guanqi seemed to suddenly understand something. He raised his head and looked around, then at the old locust tree. His eyes finally fell on Lu Jing.

   "This is the black sandalwood sword that Mr. Si used to practice swords in his early years. I didn't expect it to be hidden in this locust tree by Mr. Si."

Mr.   Guanqi seems to be explaining to Lu Jing.

  Lu Jing also stared at the black sandalwood sword.

  Mr. Guanqi smiled: "I come here once every few days, for twelve years.

   But for twelve years, I never found out that this wooden sword was actually on this locust tree.

   But I brought you here today, and the wind was blowing by coincidence..."

  Lu Jing was about to speak while thinking.

   But Mr. Guanqi gently tossed the black sandalwood sword.

  Lu Jing took the wooden sword without hesitation.

   "This sword should belong to you. Now that your primordial spirit has reached the realm of floating, you just need it."

  Lu Jing was stunned, and then light flashed again in his mind.

   "It turned out to be the red chance I got when I excerpted poems for the princess."

  Lu Jing then understood.

Mr. Guanqi on the side of    has already embarked on the return journey.

  The voice of his primordial spirit still came.

   "Aristocratic clans always have a bit of rottenness, but the root of this rottenness is very far away, and it can't be changed with just one or two people."

   "The same is true of Lu Mansion, Uncle Shen Xiao pressed eight thousand Northern Qin prisoners to Taixuanjing from the border of the empire, and it was not easy to walk.

   At least three months. If you want to leave the house, you have to hurry up, but...don't be too reckless, not to mention that the etiquette will be suppressed that day, it's just a few warriors in the Lu house...and they are also extremely strong. "

  Lu Jing followed behind Mr. Guanqi.

   Hearing Mr. Guanqi's heartfelt whisper, he respected him more and more.

   (end of this chapter)