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

The path on the second floor was covered with a thin layer of snow.

Lu Jing stepped on the white snow, making rustling noises.

Looking from a distance, the towering mountains outside Taixuanjing looked lonely and gloomy.

In such a snowy weather, the sun is hidden behind the clouds and mist, even if it can shine, it doesn't look warm.

It's time for you, so Lu Jing followed the path all the way to Mr. Jiu's academy.

The library is huge, which is also due to the vastness of Taixuanjing.

The first floor is already very spacious, and the number of scholars on the second floor is much less than that on the first floor, but this lofty place in the library does not seem narrow.

Because of this, there are many academies standing on the second floor.

Mr. Jiu's academy is called "Hanmo". There are seven or eight gentlemen in the Hanmo Academy.

There are also teachers who teach piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, riding and shooting swords, but for such lessons, all the disciples in the whole second floor can come to listen to the lectures.

Being able to enter Mr. Jiu's Hanmo Academy is also a commendable thing for scholars on the second floor.

When Lu Jing entered Hanmo Academy, he felt that this academy was very elegant. The buildings were all green bricks and green tiles, but the walls were all white, and there were many pines and locust trees planted. Even in this bleak early winter, he didn't feel monotonous.

The vast majority of these buildings are where teaching is taught.

When Lu Jing stepped into the Hanmo Academy, he could see many scholars coming and going.

Some of these scholars are young, some are old, some are well-dressed, and some are plainly dressed.

This is probably the benefit of the library, all kinds of people study under one roof.

They also saw Lu Jing coming and saluted Lu Jing from a distance, some scholars still had surprise in their eyes.

Probably because he thought it was very rare for a young scholar like Lu Jing to be admitted to Hanmo Academy.

Lu Jing looked around, and happened to come out of another bookstore, a scholar about 30 years old.

This scholar was dressed in a green shirt and had an ordinary appearance, except that the two earlobes were huge, and it seemed strange to hang down.

He may have seen looking around here, and without thinking too much, he took two steps forward and asked, "Scholar, which gentleman are you here for?"

Lu Jing turned his head slightly, a strange feeling flashed in his heart, but he quickly suppressed it, and said to the scholar in blue, "Brother Lao, I'm here to see Mr. Jiu."

The reason why he also had a strange look was because when he saw this scholar in blue, the fate of the cave demon had already turned.

There was no change in his eyes, but he could see that there were streaks of monster aura emanating from the scholar in blue.

The young man in front of him was a monster.

There are actually quite a few monsters in the library, especially on the second floor.

When Lu Jing went to the cafeteria of the study building, he could always see something, but this was the first time Lu Jing communicated with the monster scholar, so he couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

Hearing this, the scholar in green shirt was a little puzzled and said: "Mr. Jiu doesn't give lectures these few days. Only the teachers from the academy can see him on weekdays. Are you..."

"I already have an appointment with Mr. Jiu." Lu Jing smiled and said, "It's just the first time I've come to Hanmo Academy. I don't know which room belongs to Mr. Jiu."

The scholar in green shirt pointed to a green-tiled hut in the distance: "If you really have an appointment with Mr. Jiu, you can go straight to Mr. Jiu's house."

Lu Jing smiled at the scholar: "Since that's the case, I'd like to thank you, brother."

The scholar in blue shook his head casually, and saw that Lu Jing was carrying a bag with him, and asked, "Look at your bag, you probably came to Hanmo Academy to study?"

Lu Jing didn't hesitate and said, "I'm not here to study. Mr. Jiu wants me to teach a class in Hanmo Academy to teach students on the second floor..."

Before Lu Jing finished speaking, the scholar in blue had his eyes wide open, and he couldn't even close his mouth.

His eyes fell on Lu Jing's face, he looked at Lu Jing carefully and said, "So...you are Mr. Shulou?"

Just as Lu Jing was about to speak, the door of the green-tiled hut that the scholar in blue was pointing to had been slowly opened.

Mr. Jiu's gentle voice came again: "Come in."

Lu Jing nodded slightly towards the scholar in blue, thanked him again, and then walked towards the hut.

The scholar in green shirt looked at Lu Jing's back and thought of something again, and said quickly, "Sir, the student's name is Yuan Zhushan, I don't know the name of Mr."

"Lu Jing." As Lu Jing walked forward, he turned his head and waved gently towards Yuan Zhushan.

Yuan Zhushan looked at the young man Lu Jing's face, and saw the door opened by Mr. Jiu. He stood there and thought for a while, then hurried back to the bookstore just now, probably to send a letter.

When Lu Jing stepped into the house, he saw that the house was not big, except for a bamboo couch, there was also a huge table.

There are several classics on the table, as well as pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

A young man in a Confucian shirt with a mask on his face is lowering his head, holding a pen in his left hand, carefully copying a painting crookedly.

The mask on the young man's face was also pure white, covering everything under the eyes.

When the young man raised his head, his eyes collided with Lu Jing's.

Seeing those unruffled eyes like a pool of water, Lu Jing felt from the bottom of his heart that the masked young man in front of him must be Mr. Jiu.

So he saluted respectfully: "Mr. Jiu, student Lu Jing is late."

When Mr. Jiu saw Lu Jing coming, he put down the pen in his hand and rolled up the painting on the table: "Are you here? Sit down."

It was different from his calm eyes, and also different from the tone of voice transmitted to the inner court of Jingyin Mansion earlier today.

At this time, Mr. Jiu spoke warmly and enthusiastically, and stretched out his left hand to signal Lu Jing to sit down, with a smile in his tone.

Lu Jing sat opposite Mr. Jiu, and only then did he see why Mr. Jiu was writing with his left hand.

Because there is no right hand in his wide-sleeved robe.

For unknown reasons, Mr. Jiu lost an arm.

"It's good that you are here, I read the classics you copied in the cultivation tower before, the lower script is considered beautiful, but the cursive script already has the posture of a dragon bone and a phoenix feather, which is too beautiful.

Coincidentally, in the past two or three years, I have been getting worse both in painting and writing. There are several gentlemen in my courtyard who are not proficient in cursive script, so I happened to ask Mr. Guanqi for you. If you have time, I hope you You give me some pointers. "

While talking, Mr. Jiu poured tea for Lu Jing with his one arm.

Lu Jing was not surprised by Mr. Jiu's words.

When three people walk together, there must be my teacher.

There is no genius in the world who is proficient in all ways, and there is a specialization in art. The Zhang Xu cursive script he copied can be famous through the ages, and there is naturally a reason for it.

He copied and practiced calligraphy every day in his last life, and he has already acquired the shape of Zhang Xu, and now he has achieved success in casting bones, even the control of every point of strength in writing is considered outstanding.

In the final analysis, he is still standing on the shoulders of the sages. Mr. Jiu thinks his handwriting is good, and he should be.

On the contrary, Mr. Jiu's character surprised Lu Jing a little.

Originally, when I heard Mr. Jiu's gentle voice in the Jingyin Mansion today, I thought Mr. Jiu was a kind and gentle gentleman who didn't talk much.

I didn't expect Mr. Jiu to be so enthusiastic just after Lu Jing sat down.

"Lu Jing came to Hanmo Academy for the first time, and he didn't know the rules of class work, so I asked Mr. Jiu for guidance." Lu Jing raised his hand to Mr. Jiu as a salute.

Mr. Jiu said: "You teach pen and ink, just find an hour every morning or afternoon to start your classes. Behind my small room, there is another room that is vacant. You use the back room for daily rest, and the hall is used for teaching. Pen and ink lessons.

Free time is up to you. "

When Mr. Jiu said this, he probably saw that Lu Jing was young, and he said: "You have the most free time, but you also need to be proficient in your career and more diligent than you are lazy. Whether it is studying or practicing, you must not be left behind."

"Cultivation is naturally to protect oneself in this world, for one's future path, and reading is not just for scientific research. Tomorrow, you will do everything, and you will know the world even if you sit in a narrow attic All sorts of reasons."

A little pause.

Mr. Jiu's eyes became serious: "Apart from practicing and studying, we also have to go outside the library for a walk.

Take a look at this prosperous Taixuanjing, and also take a look at the ruins under the prosperity. "

Mr. Jiu meant something, so Lu Jing respectfully agreed.

The two continued to chat for a while, and Lu Jing saw two paintings hanging on the east wall behind Mr. Jiu.

These two paintings, one depicting green mountains and the other painting flowing water, are both full of brush and ink, and the method of using the brush can be said to be superb.

There is also a pen and ink inscription in the lower right corner.

"Where does spring come without green mountains."

"The sound of water flowing out is green and gurgling."

Both pen and ink can be called a penetrating three-point sentence. The characters are silkworm head and swallow tail, with twists and turns, and the font is quite rare. It was written in Qin Li.

Whether it is this painting or these two lines of brush and ink, they must be the work of famous masters.

Looking at these two paintings, Lu Jing was filled with emotion and admiration.

"These two paintings can be regarded as truly wonderful paintings. I wonder which famous artist they are from?"

He was curious and couldn't help asking.

Mr. Jiu replied casually: "This is what I drew when I was young, and I also mentioned the words. It's just that my right arm was broken and I started to write and paint with my left hand again. But for some reason, I didn't see any progress after practicing for a long time. It's getting worse."

The author of this painting is Mr. Jiu...

The twelve gentlemen in the library have a high status, so they naturally have corresponding talents. Otherwise, how can they be admired by scholars all over the world?

Lu Jing kept his face calm, but felt extremely regretful in his heart.

Because Mr. Jiu's right arm was broken.

There are few Qin Li paintings like this.

"It's past the unitary hour today, you don't have to be busy with your homework, you just need to tidy up, and when you come tomorrow, I will introduce you to the other teachers in Hanmo Academy."

While Mr. Jiu was talking, Lu Jing's cheeks were a little blushing.

He saluted Mr. Jiu, with some embarrassment in his words: "Mr. Jiu, Lu Jing wants to take a day off tomorrow because I have something important to do tomorrow."

When he first came to Hanmo Academy, Lu Jing was late. Now that it's time for classes to start, Lu Jing has to take another day off, which really embarrasses him.

But Mr. Jiu thought it was okay, waved his hand and said: "The students of the library voluntarily come to listen to the lessons of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

It doesn't matter if you come a few days later, after all, you are too young, even if you start your class, it is still a question of whether someone will come to listen.

Tomorrow is the first day. If no one comes, it is very likely that you will have to guard the teaching cabinet for a day, so you go and do your work. I will mention a word to other students tomorrow to let them prepare. "

Lu Jing's expression froze, which surprised him a little.

Later, Mr. Jiu actually asked Lu Jing many questions about writing and ink, and Lu Jing answered patiently, expressing his own opinions. Until half an hour later, Mr. Jiu was still enthusiastic, and he wanted to persuade Lu Jing to eat in the Hanmo Academy. He went back after dinner, but Lu Jing only said that someone was waiting for him.

So, Mr. Jiu personally sent Lu Jing to his new house. Everything in the house was as new, not even a lot of dust. It was obvious that this house had been taken care of.

After getting acquainted with Lu Jing for a while, Mr. Jiu personally sent him out of Hanmo Academy.

Naturally, many gentlemen and students in the academy also saw this scene.

Among them, Yuan Zhushan was still looking at this place with surprise on his face.

The eyes of many people around him also fell on Lu Jing, and there were many doubts on their faces besides amazement.

If a gentleman with a long beard reminded them: "The library is open to all people, even young scholars, if they have a skill that surpasses most people in the world, they can also become a teacher in the library.

So you have to sharpen yourself from time to time, don't envy, don't be surprised, let alone doubt, there are no ordinary people who can enter the library as a teacher. "

The students around were taught and saluted the bearded gentleman.

After Lu Jing left the Hanmo Academy, he walked along the main road, passed the first floor, and headed to the main entrance of the library.

The trail next to the Slim Pagoda and the side entrance are still some distance away from the Hanmo Academy, and Lu Jing doesn't have to go back to the Lu Mansion, but to go to the Guyue Building on Jingyin Street, so the main entrance is closer.

It's actually not long since Lu Jing entered the library not long ago.

But at this time, because it was You time and it was dinner time, there were more and more disciples in the study building.

Moreover, Lu Jing found that many of these disciples noticed himself walking on the main road from a distance.

They whispered, their gazes were exactly the same as those of the students in Hanmo Academy just now.

Most of them are amazed and puzzled, and naturally there are many doubts and frowns.

Facing many eyes.

However, Lu Jing didn't feel that the thorn was on his back, and he still walked out of the library safely.

After leaving the study building and two more streets, you can already see the carriages coming and going.

Lu Jing got into a carriage and let the carriage go to Jingyin Mansion. Then he closed his eyes and concentrated on running the Daxue Mountain True Mysterious Kung Fu, exhaling it with the kung fu.

Qi and blood circulate, rushing through the internal organs.

Within his internal organs, he was gradually covered by invisible energy and blood, which looked like a melting pot!

This is exactly the method of brewing qi and blood into a melting pot, and it is also the method of breaking through the realm of the Daxue Mountain True Mysterious Kung Fu.

Up to now, Lu Jing is not far from the realm of the furnace. As soon as he entered the furnace, his every move would be full of qi and blood. Rather, it is as hard as steel in the true sense.

At this level, if ordinary soldiers do not have the blessing of thick energy and blood, they will not be able to hurt the monks of the melting pot at all.

"Compared with Yuanshen talent, my martial arts talent still has a lot of gaps."

Not only did he practice for a while, he also breathed a sigh of relief after practicing Qi and Blood Circuit.

At this time, the carriage had already arrived in front of Guyue Tower.

Qingyue was sitting in the wing room of Guyue Building, leaning on her chin with one hand, her eyes were still shining with anticipation.

She didn't go out all day today, because Lu Jing told her to stay in the guest room with peace of mind for these two days.

Because of this order, Qingyue also ate lunch in her room today.

Fortunately, when Zhao Wanliang came to invite Lu Jing this morning, it was the second generation of the shop boy who informed her. Lu Jing only said that it was a friend's visit, and never told Qingyue that it was someone from the Lu family who called her.

Otherwise, I'm afraid Qingyue will be more worried at this time.

"You hour has passed, why hasn't the young master come back?" Qingyue's charming face was a little discouraged, she looked at the door frequently, and when she saw that there was no sound at the door, she turned her head in disappointment.

I don't know how many times this kind of behavior has happened today.

But after this time, there was a soft knock at the door, Qingyue turned her head suddenly, and a familiar voice came from the door: "It's me."

A look of surprise spread across Qing Yue's face.

——

Today's night has no moon and no stars.

Perhaps it was because of the snow that had fallen during the day, and the air between heaven and earth was a little more chilly.

Each of the Nanfu tonight has its own plans.

Nan Tinggui still had some determination on his face, he didn't know what decision he was making.

Nan Heyu went to Zhutaihe again today, and now that he has made a decision, there is no indecision in his eyes.

She stood in the courtyard, and the blue Qianxiu water bloomed in splendor, dancing beside her.

If there is someone with stronger cultivation, they can probably perceive that Nan Heyu's soul burning with divine fire is actually in the shape of a sword.

And the sword intent emanating from her body at this time was even sharper than the famous sword Qian Xiushui.

People all over the world are famous for Jian Qianxiushui, and they also know that Nan Heyu is the world's first-class swordsman, but they don't know that she has a feathered sword heart.

She was practicing the sword, and she was also thinking about many things in her heart.

At this moment, another figure suddenly appeared at the gate of the courtyard, it was Mr. Shan during the day, and he made many gestures towards Nan Heyu.

Nan Heyu pondered slightly, walked out of her room, and walked all the way to a small pond in the backyard of Nanfu.

There is also a luxurious house in front of the small pond.

Nan Heyu walked into it, and unexpectedly saw her father also there.

And in front of the window, a thin old man was looking at the pool surface outside the window.

This thin old man was full of wealth, wearing gold and silver, and many other accessories that could be regarded as treasures in the world, which seemed a bit exaggerated.

But his eyes looked very sober.

"grandfather……"

Nan Heyu lowered his head and saluted the old man.

Nan Tinggui also stood respectfully, but the look of exhaustion in his eyes became more intense.

This skinny and wealthy old man is the Duke of Nanguo, who used to be famous and known as the Great Mountain!

"When people are old, they always look forward and backward when making some decisions. They always think about relatives, and they want to preserve the family business that was cut with a grass knife, so there are so many trivial things."

Nan Laoguo turned his head and looked at Nan Tinggui: "It's also my fault that I thought too much before, always thinking that I could let you go safely, but it made such a mess.

You came here today just to persuade me to resign, right? "

Nan Tinggui remained silent, and there was already an answer in the silence.

Nan Heyu lowered his head when he heard Old Nan's words, and was even more afraid to look at his father.

If you look at it one more time, you have to think about parting one more time. How easy is it to say goodbye to relatives?

But Old Duke Nan sighed, looked at Nan Tinggui and said, "Do you know that the Holy Monarch intends to reward the Seventh Prince?

The Seventh Prince made a big mistake when he was young. He studied and practiced in the Liuyun Palace for nine years, but now he has become more and more gentle. Tell me, the Seventh Prince is about to leave the cabinet and build a mansion, but now he is weak... This is what Shengjun is asking me through the mouth of Da Situ! "

Nanlao Guogong's words seem to have nothing to do with this matter.

But Nan Tinggui raised his head, his eyes were a little puzzled, and a little...frightened!

The seventh prince's cultivation has already become powerful, and he has honed his mind after nine years of studying, but after nine years of thinking, he has never left the cabinet to start a mansion, and no one supports him except his mother's Chu family.

Regarding this matter, the government and the opposition have never mentioned it, and Nan Tinggui has never heard of it.

But today, after hearing Nan Laogong's words, Nan Tinggui suddenly had a terrible guess in his heart.

"Does Shengjun want my Nanfu to help the Seventh Prince on purpose?"

After Nan Tinggui said, Nan Heyu frowned fiercely.

She always seems to be indecisive and confused about her own affairs, but she is surprisingly clear about the Nanguo government.

"Does Grandpa think...the Holy King will marry me to the Seventh Prince?"

Nan Heyu opened his mouth, and the exhaustion in Nan Tinggui's eyebrows disappeared in a blink of an eye, replaced by deep shock!

Nan Heyu's conjectures can just explain why the wise Nan Laoguo suddenly acted for no reason!

Entering into a marriage contract with the Lu family, letting Lu Jing of the Lu family marry in, even though he knew Nan Heyu was unwilling and Nan Tinggui objected, he just postponed the marriage and didn't want to call off the engagement!

Thinking about it now, the Seventh Prince not only missed the opening of the mansion and Jianya because of his nine years of thinking and studying, but he has never married his concubine until now!

Nan Heyu from Nanguo's mansion, no matter in terms of age and family background, or the implicit hints in Da Situ's words, they all fit perfectly.

Nan Laogong bowed his head and remained silent.

Nan Tinggui and Nan Heyu already had an answer.

Shengjun actually intends to give Nan Heyu a marriage!

a long time.

"The reason why I found a son-in-law in such a hurry was because I wanted to plead with the Holy Monarch, don't let my Nan family fall into a struggle for succession, otherwise my Nanfu might..."

When Nan Laogong said this, he couldn't help but take a deep breath. The fatigue on the face of such a mighty Nan Guogong could no longer be concealed.

The return of Nanting had already been guessed many times before today.

But he didn't know the secret of the Seventh Prince, so naturally he couldn't guess the reason why Nanlao Guogong had acted in the past few months!

"My lord father should have said it earlier."

Nan Tinggui is still afraid, and his tone is a little depressed.

If the Duke of the State does not take the son-in-law as a way out, once Nan Heyu is really married to the Seventh Prince, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Even if the Seventh Prince has no intention of seizing the throne, if the Nan family is there to help and the Chu family is standing behind the Seventh Prince, how will the Prince feel?

This is the emperor's house, and the prince is very stubborn. Not long ago, he went to Daleiyin Temple and received the Bodhisattva method of killing life from the great Buddha in the world.

If he had doubts, even if the Seventh Prince had no intention of seizing the throne, it would cause a great disaster, and it would be a thorn in his heart once the Crown Prince ascended the throne in the future.

And Shengjun made such a decision, I am afraid that there are deeper considerations in it.

Nan Heyu heard Nan Tinggui's words, but she also knew the reason why Nan Laoguo concealed it.

There is not much time left for returning to Nanting... The old man was a soldier and horse all his life, and he was extremely ruthless in front of the enemy, but in his later years, he showed a lot of tenderness.

"It's just... why didn't grandpa tell me?" Nan Heyu was also a little puzzled.

Nan Lao Guogong looked at Nan Heyu, but shook his head and said: "The Seventh Prince will leave the cabinet in a few days, I will make a marriage contract, and beg the Holy King to take pity on my past achievements in Nanfu.

Wait for some more time, when the Seventh Prince is given another marriage, I will go to Shengjun to plead guilty, and then I will withdraw this marriage.

If I told you, many things would not be so natural, and...you just don't want to, but you also know how to pity me and never objected. "

This is the end of Nanlao Guogong's words.

Nan Tinggui finally realized that he was still terrified. After thinking for a while, he said, "Then why did my lord choose Lu Jing from the Lu family? There seems to be a shallow relationship between the Lu family and the crown prince. , The Seventh Prince thought that my Nanfu wanted to be in the lineage of the prince..."

"The Lu family and the prince do have a relationship, but it's not a good relationship."

Old Duke Nan's eyes were dark: "The Lu family is trembling, thinking that the Crown Princess has forgotten what happened before, and that the ancient pine that the Crown Princess gave them is really auspicious?

Gu Song was lucky to protect the Lu family for thirty years... Is it a blessing or a curse? Why is the Lu family declining year by year? Why are the talents of descendants not as good as one person? Why would Lu Shenyuan be relegated to Yuan Shan Dao with the Crown Princess in Beijing? "

Nanlao Guogong's tone was calm, but he easily revealed an astonishing secret!

"Because of this, I chose the unfavorable concubine son of Lu's mansion to tell the holy king that the mansion of Nanguo is the southern mansion of the holy king. As long as the holy king sits on the emperor's seat with the fairy bell in his hand, the crown prince and the seventh prince In between, I don’t choose anyone in Nanfu.”

Nan Tinggui and Nan Heyu stood in place.

They never thought that this old Duke had already done many things in a silent manner.

Behind a seemingly unreasonable marriage contract, there is still a hidden game behind him.

Nan Heyu's eyes also became firm. It was a matter of the survival of the Nanguo government, so she naturally knew how to choose.

"So up to now, Shengjun still hasn't decided on a candidate for the Seventh Prince and Concubine?"

If the decision is made, the Duke of Nanguo must also agree to withdraw the engagement, right?

But I didn't expect Old Nan to shake his head solemnly: "It's already decided, just yesterday, it must be the younger sister of Shaozhu Kingdom."

Nan Heyu and Nan Tinggui were taken aback for a moment.

It's settled, why let Nan Heyu and Lu Jing get married?

Many expressions on Nan Laogong's face were restrained, and he said softly: "Because the rumors in the market are true, there is indeed no successor in my Nanfu, so He Yu can only hold the grass-cutting knife."

"Grandpa, why does He Yu need to recruit a son-in-law if he wants to inherit the title?" Nan Heyu was still puzzled: "I don't have any love for children in my heart, I just want to sharpen my sword and take a look at the scenery of Chunyang. If I don't marry all my life, I can naturally become a noble!"

Nan Tinggui was about to speak.

However, Nan Laoguo showed some smiles on his face: "Originally, I also wanted to divorce, but...then Lu Jing from the Lu family has shown his aptitude, and he is a rare talent in refining magic in the world.

As long as you give him some time, with my Nanfu helping him, Chunyang will definitely be able to overcome the thunder disaster in the future. If He Yu is added, my Nanfu will have two Chunyang celestial beings!

Now that the fairy tide has not risen for 800 years, the two Chunyang celestial beings will be able to keep my Nanfu alive for at least another 300 years. If my Nanfu bumps into such an opportunity, it will be a huge waste of money if I don’t take it Chance, isn't it going to be punished by heaven? "

Nan Tinggui became more and more puzzled, and even Nan Heyu frowned.

Nan Ting returned and said, "Father, Lu Jing's aptitude is indeed good, he has already cultivated to the realm of sunshine at the age of seventeen, but there are very few sunshines at the age of seventeen, but it is not impossible.

If every 17-year-old monk from Rizhao and Xueshan can cultivate to Chunyang and Tianfu, how can Chunyang celestial beings and Tianfu celestial beings be so rare? "

Nan Laoguo looked at Nan Tinggui: "When I set the wedding date, didn't you let Yaonu look at Lu Jing?"

Nan Tinggui nodded and said: "I went to see it, it was a few months ago, Yaonu came back and said that Lu Jing was healthy, but he had never cultivated Qi, blood, or Yuanshen, and he looked ordinary... Now that I think about it... Come on, this Lu Jing hid it too deeply, I don't know what treasure he got, he was able to hide it from Yao Nu..."

His voice is getting smaller and smaller, but his eyes are getting bigger and bigger!

Even Nan Heyu's always cool and beautiful face gave birth to many unbelievable things.

Nan Tinggui's tone trembled slightly: "Father, what does it mean... Lu Jing really didn't practice at that time? It's not covered by some rare treasure!"

How is this possible?

Are there still Primordial Spirit cultivators who have cultivated to Rizhao for several months?

It would be fine if he was a great Confucian, a real man, or a Buddha who had read classics for years and knew the "Tao", but he is obviously just a young man!

Nan Tinggui felt incredible in his heart.

Nan Heyu also murmured: "Several months of sunshine..."

Nan Laoguo put his hands behind his back and said: "I chose him as my grandson-in-law, so naturally I went to see him a long time ago. The one who went to see him with me was also the abbot of the Jokhang Temple. A human Buddha.

There may be rare treasures in the world that can escape his eyes, but it is absolutely impossible to not leak a breath.

And it's not only the talent of Yuanshen, I was watching Lu Jing in the dark at that time, his body was extremely weak, not to mention his blood, even his bones couldn't be called healthy.

But now, such a frail young man has become a fellow practitioner of the Martial Dao Primordial Spirit. Within a few months, the Primordial Spirit is shining in the sun, and his Martial Dao cultivation base is also full of energy and blood.

Stop Gui, tell me, is this Lu Jing worse than Mr. Luo on Yuxing Island? Is it a... treasure buried in dust! "

Nan Laoguo also showed a bit of rejoicing on his face.

"This is an opportunity for my Nan family, and he is already the son-in-law of my Nan family. The people of the Lu family treated him harshly, and even broke ties with him. Since then, he has been a loner.

He is still a young man, and when he arrives in Nanfu, as long as we treat him with care and stop returning, my Nanfu will be his Lu Jing's root from now on! Nanfu has one more pure-yang celestial being, who can help He Yu share a lot. In the future, when you and I go back, after Fengmian continues to travel, Nanfu will not be weak. "

He finished in one breath.

Nan Tinggui and Nan Heyu were still silent.

It's no wonder they never thought that Lu Jing was a few months of sunshine.

Together with the primordial spirit, as long as there is talent, it is easy to sense the primordial spirit, and some geniuses can do it all at once.

It is extremely difficult to get out of the body, even those who are talented, may have to visualize for a long time and concentrate, and it will take a few months or a few years at most. Many people even stop at sensing the primordial spirit and cannot go further out of the body .

As for floating, it is even more difficult.

But Yuanshen is not afraid of the scorching sun, and it is even more difficult to walk under the daylight. Even if Nan Heyu is taught by a famous teacher in the mansion and has many opportunities, it took nearly two years.

But now Lu Jing, who doesn't even have a decent gentleman in Lu's mansion, has been able to defeat Nan Xuehu after a few months of sunshine...

How could Nan Tinggui have thought that Lu Jing had such a talent beforehand!

He turned his head involuntarily and glanced at Nan Heyu.

Nan Heyu also frowned tightly, and the words of Old Master Nan were still ringing in his ears.

"I'm old! I can't protect Nanfu for too long. He Yu, this is a chance for my Nanfu. I hope you will remember your blood relationship, so don't break my heart."

"There's still the return... If you seize this opportunity, there are two Chunyang celestial beings sitting in the town, and my southern mansion has truly flourished for three hundred years. Even if you and I go, we will have something to say to our ancestors in the sky. "

"Early tomorrow morning! Early tomorrow morning, you will personally deliver the wedding date..."

Nan Heyu fell silent again, and she already knew the reason why Mr. Nan was so solemn.

But she suddenly remembered many things that happened in Jingyin Mansion today, and also remembered Lu Jing's whisper in the inner court.

Nan Tinggui's mind was still buzzing.

That son-in-law transformed suddenly...and became an eternal treasure!

He even had to deliver the wedding invitations in person.

——

Early the next morning.

Qingyue's cheeks were flushed, and she was washing up for Lu Jing.

"Master, you need to buy some more clothes. Now that we have left the Lu residence, you only have this one dress. I washed it at night, but I can't dry it in the morning."

Lu Jing didn't care, the blood in his body was flowing, and the hot air was radiating from his body, and the wet clothes were slowly drying.

"Master, when are you going to the library today, when will you be back?" Qing Yue asked carefully, with anticipation in her eyes,

Lu Jing knew that Qingyue was thinking about what he said yesterday.

Last night, Lu Jing told Qingyue that if he could come back earlier today, he would take Qingyue to other streets and choose a small courtyard. Even if he couldn't afford it for the time being, he could find a place to rent of.

Although the Gu Yue Tower is comfortable and safe because it is next to the Jing Yin Mansion, it is not a place to live for a long time.

Lu Jing smiled at Qingyue: "I have some very important things to do today, and I have to do them now. If I can finish them earlier, I will come back earlier, take you for a stroll, and then choose a yard."

Qingyue didn't ask what Lu Jing was going to do, but just nodded happily.

Lu Jing turned his head and looked out the window, the sky was already dim.

He got up slowly, said goodbye to Qing Yue, and walked out of Gu Yue Tower.

Lu Jing walked slowly, heading towards the palace all the way.

And it was at this time that a group of people in brocade clothes led by Nan Tinggui also set off from Nanguo's mansion. Yesterday, Nanguo's man made an appointment for marriage, so naturally someone from Nan's mansion confirmed Lu Jing's location.

This group of people came towards the ancient moon tower. Many people started whispering when they saw the chariots of Nanfu and the huge "Xi" characters on the chariots.

It seems that the son-in-law of the Nanguo government, which has been delayed for several months, seems to have come to fruition.

It's just... Nan Heyu, who was in Nanfu, was restless.

For some reason, she always thought of Lu Jing's words yesterday.

"Being called as a son-in-law by my grandfather for no reason, he was ridiculed for delaying the marriage for many times, brother Xuehu threatened him again, and neither of us wanted to get married..."

"If you treat him better now, can it really be remedied?"

The three-in-one chapters are currently being updated (13/29). The reason why there are four more chapters is because the monthly ticket has increased from 2500 to 4500.

In the past two days, everyone’s monthly votes have been voted too hard, so let’s vote slowly, otherwise there will be more updates next month, o(╥﹏╥)o

What’s more, I’m retiring tomorrow. I must write this chapter today, otherwise I won’t be given the opportunity to write and keep talking about bugs. Still have to go to work.

I was sick yesterday and the author's ability was not well written, and I was scolded over and over again after I changed it. The author was scolded for being stupid.