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

The wooden sword whined softly, and the sword energy was so strong that only Lu Jing, who was wearing the wooden sword on his waist, could perceive it.

And that majestic sword aura appeared and disappeared from time to time, as if he was excited by the three-eyed stone man in front of him.

Because of this, Lu Jing stepped into the hands of the three-eyed stone man in full view.

The three-eyed stone man looked down at Lu Jing, and a strange idea suddenly fell into Lu Jing's mind like a stream of light.

"Zhuo Yaoluo... Mister..."

Lu Jing turned his head to think, and said, "Is Zhuo Yaoluo your name?"

The three-eyed stone man nodded, and immediately the body of the stone man was filled with surging qi and blood, and a burst of congenital blood rose up, connecting with the vitality in the void.

In the next moment, the three-eyed stone man turned into a stream of light and soared away in a single leap!

Standing in the palm of the three-eyed stone man, Lu Jing felt the surging and mighty wind blowing over him, making him stagger a little.

Lu Jing immediately circulated his qi and blood. From the melting furnace in his body, qi and blood flowed out and fell into his limbs and bones. His body became heavier and he stood firmly in Zhuo Yaoluo's palm.

The three-eyed stone man named Zhuo Yaoluo has a huge body, flying in the void with Lu Jing on his back.

Lu Jing could clearly see that in Zhuo Yaoluo's dark and empty eyes, there were bursts of clear springs flowing out.

Just like before, the three-eyed stone man was crying.

Lu Jing was a little puzzled, he asked softly, "Where are you taking me?"

Zhuo Yaoluo glanced at Lu Jing, and then his eyes fell on the front again.

A continuous high mountain stands here, and on the top of the mountain, there is still snow that does not melt all year round.

The white-headed mountain seems to be looking down on Taehyunkyung in the distance.

"Jiaoshen Mountain..." Lu Jing also looked at the distant mountains.

The mountains correspond to the scorching sun hanging in the air, and the brilliance is shining, making the mountains more magnificent.

Lu Jing thought for a while, but didn't say much.

The sword energy bursting from the black sandalwood sword at his waist, the tears in Zhuo Yaoluo's eyes, and the nostalgic and ignorant "Sir" that Zhuo Yaoluo said when he came to see him just now, all seemed to be telling Lu Jing that this The three-eyed stone man was not malicious at all.

Perhaps, he recognized himself as Mr. Four.

"Mr. Si infused the statue of the three-eyed stone man with flesh and blood, turning him into life. Now I am equipped with a black sandalwood sword, which contains the sword energy of Mr. Si. Maybe it is because of this that this stone man will take me there. In the Horned God Mountain."

"In Jiaoshen Mountain... what else?"

Lu Jing thought so.

As the wind and waves roared, the vast city outline of Taixuanjing gradually became smaller, and then it completely fell into Lu Jing's eyes.

Even though it is early winter, look at the world from the sky.

The center of Taixuanjing is full of prosperity, with scattered buildings and long roads.

Many well-dressed people travel on foot, on horseback, or in vehicles

There is a constant stream of traffic, bustling and noisy.

But who knew that Zhuo Yaoluo continued to fly out of the city, and the farther he was from the center of Xuandu, the more he began to change.

Dense crowds of people are working.

They either wandered the streets and alleys, or carried the goods that flooded into Taixuanjing from the entire Dafu various prefectures with difficulty, or did other things to make a living.

Lu Jing was not surprised by these scenes.

Without the support of these ordinary people, how could Taixuanjing be able to support the prosperity and prosperity of Taixuanjing?

Compared with other barren prefectures, the vast majority of people in Taixuanjing at least have something to do, and can earn a full meal.

Seen from the sky, the countless little people are probably the most ordinary pictures and scenery in this world-wide prosperous Taixuanjing.

Lu Jing just looked down and watched Taixuanjing getting smaller and further away, and vaguely saw some extremely remote streets and alleys, and there were still many people curled up and hiding, not knowing what they were doing.

Zhuo Yaoluo flew into the clouds at an extremely fast speed.

In the blink of an eye, several miles of void shuttled away.

"The body can be whatever you want, it can be big or small, and the blood is so heavy that it can crush the palace... This is the realm of the gods, but I don't know how far the stone man Zhuo Yaoluo has practiced."

Lu Jing also had a lot of envy and yearning in his heart.

The realm of gods and appearance is the seventh realm of martial arts, even in this Dafu country, he is still a first-class powerhouse!

Nan Heyu wanted the Yuanshen to illuminate the stars, and what she wanted was also the seventh realm of the Yuanshen.

This shows how powerful this mysterious three-eyed stone man is.

Zhuo Yaoluo took off in the void like this, and his blood was like the rising sun, shining fiercely, and there was a faint sacred aura shining in it.

In less than half an hour, Zhuo Yaoluo had already flown to Jiaoshen Mountain.

Jiaoshen Mountain is endless.

Lu Jing looked down, only to feel that the clouds and mist were shrouded below. There were emerald green mountains and shaded trees, like a blue sword piercing the sky, and there were many ice peaks and snow cliffs like silver dragons flying all over the sky.

Zhuoyaoluo flew directly to a strange peak and cliff, and there was also perennial snow on it, but there were springs flowing and gurgling among the white snow.

What's even more commendable is that there are ancient cypresses standing on both sides of the spring, growing with difficulty.

Zhuo Yaoluo fell on this mountain peak, and his palm fell on the ground.

Lu Jing stepped down from Zhuo Yaoluo's palm, his expression changed slightly.

But before Lu Jing's eyes, another mountain rose abruptly.

Mountain peaks rise above the peaks, and are covered by solid ice.

It looked rather rugged and weird, but Lu Jing found that the surface of the mountain in front of him seemed too flat.

It was as if it had been split open by someone's sword, and then snow fell and turned into ice, covering the surface of the mountain peak, making it extremely smooth.

"There are words on the ice surface of this mountain."

Many words were engraved on the ice.

Those words are not brilliant, they are all written in rough and shallow lines, but this ink is full of many free and easy meanings.

"Moreover... the words on the ice seem to be carved with sword energy. Some people practice swords here, or some people express their thoughts freely."

Lu Jing glanced sideways at Zhuo Yaoluo.

Zhuo Yaoluo was squatting behind Lu Jing, but his huge body was like an aggrieved child, squatting, looking up at the words on the ice in a daze.

"These words are Mr. Si's words."

Lu Jing saw Zhuo Yaoluo's reaction, and felt the black sandalwood sword sword energy around his waist suddenly become more intense, so he already guessed the owner of the words.

"It's just that these words are rigid but somewhat casual."

Lu Jing read it line by line from top to bottom.

Most of these words seem to be casual records in daily life.

"There is wine today, but the beef shop of the Luo family in the south of the city is closed. If there is wine but no meat, how can I practice swords? Take a day off."

"I like to study, but I can't read anything famous; I don't like to practice swords, but the teacher said that I am a rare genius in swordsmanship. If I practice casually, I can open the gate of heaven.

This is not fair to those Chunyang Sword Immortals who have practiced hard for three hundred years. "

"Watching the sunset today, seeing the sunset falling into the distant stars, and seeing the prosperity of the mountains and rivers in the world, I realized a sword energy of mountains and rivers, which can cut twenty peaks around me."

...

It seems to be a rather random record.

From top to bottom, the ice surface is almost full of such random sword energy pens and inks.

"Mr. Si, it's a bit casual."

Lu Jing was talking to himself.

At this moment, Zhuo Yaoluo, who was originally squatting behind Lu Jing, suddenly raised his head, and blood gushed out from his body.

It was like a great sun emerging behind Zhuo Yaoluo, bursting out with brilliant divine light!

There were also bursts of light bursting out of Zhuo Yaoluo's eyes, falling behind a rock in the distance.

Lu Jing seemed to be aware of it, and also looked at the rock.

"Don't get excited, I came first."

Behind the rock, a voice with a smile came, and Zhuo Yaoluo became more vigilant when he heard this voice.

"Big stone, if you do it, this mountain will be lost."

The voice came leisurely, and a man in black with a long knife on his waist, a slender body, and a free and easy smile on his face walked out slowly.

The man's eyes were soft, and he was carrying a jug of wine and an oiled paper bag in his hand.

The moment Lu Jing saw this man, his eyes also changed.

He has seen this man...

Just before Yueyu.

In the night, there used to be red clouds surging, stars shining in the east, and fog clouds falling in the west.

He was curious at the time, and his soul went out of his body and went up to the sky. He saw this man who seemed to be only 27 or 28 years old holding a dead body with a broken arm and a broken leg in one hand, and a two-three-year-old with the other. A ten-foot giant whale walks in the sky.

The man in front of him was Nan Fengmian, who had been lurking in Beiqin Shanyin for more than 12 years, once assassinated, beheaded the head of Shanyin Dadu Protector Yue prison.

That is, the sixth son of Nanlaoguo, Nan Heyu's uncle.

Zhuo Yaoluo seemed to be still hesitating, his blood was so powerful that even the snow on the mountain began to melt.

"The snow is melting."

Nan Fengmian reminded softly: "I have been here for many days every day, and you are the latecomers. This mountain peak does not have your names written on it, so why fight?"

Nan Fengmian was talking, but there was no vigilance in his eyes. Instead, he just sat in the snow and opened the oiled paper bag in his hand.

"I've heard of you, you are the little stone beside Mr. Si."

Nan Fengmian said this, and then looked at Lu Jing: "It's fate to meet you on this mountain today. Come, I invite you to eat beef from the Luo family in the south of the city."

Zhuo Yaoluo seemed to be still hesitating, but the sun-like aura on his body had subsided somewhat.

Lu Jing thought for a while, took a few steps back, and lightly patted Zhuo Yaoluo's huge stone hand.

"He has no malicious intentions, and... if there is a real fight, the mountain will indeed collapse."

When Lu Jing said this, he paused, and said calmly: "My cultivation level is still far behind. If you fight with him, I'm afraid I will be the fish in the pond."

Zhuo Yaoluo obviously understood Lu Jing's words, he lowered his head and blinked at Lu Jing with the third eye on his forehead.

Immediately afterwards, the fiery congenital blood on his body was completely restrained.

He was still sitting on the snow, but turned his head to Nan Fengmian, staring at him motionless.

Even if there is no surge of energy and blood, there is still a sense of vigilance.

Lu Jing smiled at Zhuo Yaoluo, and walked in front of Nan Fengmian.

Nan Fengmian pushed the oiled paper bag on the snow and said, "Hurry up and eat it, it's not good if it gets cold."

It can be seen that Nan Fengmian, who has been in the North Qin Shanyin for more than ten years, has also been contaminated with the arrogance of a North Qin tycoon.

He speaks casually, without the restraint of the children of Taixuanjing's big mansion.

Nan Fengmian was so forthright, so Lu Jing sat opposite Nan Fengmian.

"I can't drink this wine for you." Nan Fengmian shook his head and said, "I've already drunk it, you and I are strangers, it's okay to treat you to a few pieces of meat, drinking a pot of wine together is a little too much."

Lu Jing opened his mouth, wanting to explain that he didn't want to drink his wine, but in the end he stopped talking.

Without much hesitation, he picked up a piece of beef and put it in his mouth.

Beef mouth.

Dry, woody, and salty.

Lu Jing frowned, the beef was so unpalatable.

Seeing his expression, Nan Fengmian seemed a little puzzled, and ate a piece of beef.

"Bah bah bah!"

Nan Fengmian's reaction was even more exaggerated than Lu Jing's. While spitting out the beef in his mouth, he scolded: "Mr. Si is very harmful. I thought the beef that could make him think so much is so delicious. I didn't expect it to be so delicious." Unpalatable."

Lu Jing also asked, "Didn't you buy it wrong? It's the shop of the Luo family in the south of the city."

Nan Fengmian shook his head and said, "It's not a mistake, but... I heard that the Luo family and his wife died a few years ago, and the beef shop was also burned down. I don't know who caused it.

Now the shop was built on ashes and ruins, and it was run by their nephew, perhaps because their nephew's craft had not been truly taught. "

Only then did Lu Jing understand, and he looked at Nan Fengmian's wine again.

Nan Fengmian glanced at him warily.

Lu Jing said helplessly, "I just want to ask if this wine is from Mr. Si's notes?"

Nan Fengmian opened the wine jar and took a sip, then sighed and said, "It is said that the wine Mr. Si drank was stolen from the palace. My wine was given by the palace, so the taste is probably the same."

Lu Jing nodded, and the two sat like this, looking sideways at the words and ink on the ice wall.

Lu Jing had just read a few lines, and now he continued to look down.

Looking at it, Lu Jing's eyes became serious again.

At the beginning, Mr. Si's pen and ink seemed to be quite casual, just recording these life details, and occasionally complaining.

But as Lu Jing's eyes moved down, that free and easy manner gradually became heavy.

"Someone died, died in misery, can the aroma of beef be burnt in one night's fire?"

"Etiquette, etiquette! Reading is for etiquette?"

"A catastrophe hit the Northwest Road, the fields were barren, the sky was full of yellow sand, and the banks of the Changsheng River burst. People have to change their sons to eat, and etiquette can save the disaster? Send such a sour Confucian who is full of words to rescue the disaster!"

"The reason why the suffering people are suffering may be because someone in the sky is looking down on them... No, it's not just the sky!"

"It's a pity that I can't read well, my writing is mediocre, I can't describe the hardships of the world, and I can't explain the hardships of the world!"

...

The lower the pen and ink of the sword energy on the ice surface became, the more it was filled with bursts of murderous air.

In that pen and ink, there is obviously no accumulation of sword energy, and the strokes of the words are clumsy and awkward, not smooth, but there is still clear resentment and anger.

Lu Jing gradually fell silent.

At this time, he suddenly felt that Mr. Fourth's death from vomiting blood might be related to these sword energy pens and inks.

Nan Fengmian was also looking at those pens and inks.

He may have seen this a long time ago, his eyes were calm and steady, and there was no obvious change.

"Few people in Xuandu actually know that this place used to be where Mr. Si retreated to practice swords."

Nan Fengmian turned his head and glanced at Zhuo Yaoluo, and said, "This stone man can bring you here, so you should be a disciple of the Shulou?"

Lu Jing shook his head and said, "I'm Mr. Shulou, and I teach at Hanmo Academy."

Nan Fengmian looked him up and down suspiciously: "How old are you, Mr. Shulou?"

Lu Jing frowned: "At the age of sixteen or seventeen, you can enter Beiqin alone and assassinate the governor of Shanyin for twelve years. I am also sixteen or seventeen now. Why can't I be Mr. Shulou?"

Nan Fengmian smiled, nodded and said, "Yes, I am indeed famous."

Lu Jing was a little surprised by Nan Fengmian's reaction.

In all these words, only the meaning of "famous" was heard.

"We met by chance, you know my name, but I don't know who you are yet."

Nan Fengmian smiled and asked: "You are already Mr. Shulou at such a young age, and this stone man sent you to Mr. Si's sword practice place. I am curious which prefecture you are from."

Lu Jing said, "My name is Lu Jing."

"Lu Jing?" Nan Fengmian turned his head to the side, with some surprise on his face: "You are Lu Jing who wants to marry He Yu?"

"In this case, we will be a family from now on..."

Lu Jing became more and more puzzled, and he asked: "Don't you know, senior, that my marriage contract with Nan Heyu has already been abandoned?"

The smile on Nan Fengmian's face was slightly restrained, and there was still some embarrassment in his eyes.

"The marriage contract is over? When?" Nan Fengmian forced a smile: "I have been in this Jiaoshen Mountain for many days. When I go back occasionally, I just grab wine and buy some meat. I have never met anyone. The news is a bit late. gone."

"However, have you been dismissed by He Yu?"

Having said this, Nan Fengmian smiled apologetically at Lu Jing, and comforted him, "Actually, it's not good to be married. My niece also has a cold temper. Although she is talented in cultivation, has some ambitions, and has a good temper, she can't treat others as close." And, if she writes a letter of divorce, don't blame her..."

"It's not a divorce letter, it's because of other things that the engagement was terminated."

Lu Jing smiled casually: "I have never met her. This marriage was originally arranged by my family. Now the birds and fish have different paths, and they each go their own paths."

Nan Fengmian still had some doubts in his heart, but he didn't ask any more questions.

"Mr. Si has been in poverty for half his life, and he has achieved great swordsmanship in his middle age. He has entered Tianguan, and he has also traveled around the world."

Perhaps it was Nan Fengmian who wanted to change the subject, so he looked at Bingfeng actively and said, "I never met him when I was young. Later, I traveled in Dafu and entered Beiqin from the border. After seeing the human world for twelve years, I felt more and more like him. Mr. Four is rare in the world."

"In the pen and ink of sword energy, he left notes that he was not good at reading, and he never preached or taught in his life, and once said that he was ashamed of the name of Mr. Si.

But I think he is a real scholar. "

With emotion in Nan Fengmian's tone, he looked up and down those notes.

Listening to Nan Fengmian's words, Lu Jing didn't say much, he just felt that there was indeed a lot of blood and tears in Mr. Si's pen and ink.

Those blood and tears did not belong to Mr. Si, who is a master of swordsmanship and aloof, but belonged to many homeless people in this world, who have lived in hardship and starved for a lifetime.

With his own sword, he carved so many blood and tears on this ice peak, which is enough to show his extraordinaryness.

If Mr. Si is willing, the world's luxury, prosperity and power are all at his fingertips. He only needs to hold his head high and look at the prosperity and prosperity of the world, and he will naturally enjoy it. Why should he lower his head and dirty himself with the blood and tears of mortals? s eyes?

Although Lu Jing didn't understand Mr. Si's ambitions, and he didn't think he was the same as Mr. Si, but with such an ancestor in front of him, he was naturally willing to pay some respect.

As Lu Jing thought about it, his eyes moved slightly, but he saw Nan Fengmian who was talking was looking straight at the ice wall.

The expression also reveals reverence and many deeper things...

Lu Jing didn't understand those things at the moment, so he ignored them inadvertently.

The two sat like this, reading the words on Bingfeng together.

After a long time.

Nan Fengmian slowly closed his eyes, then opened them again, and asked Lu Jing curiously: "Can you see anything else in this sword energy pen and ink?"

"something else?"

Lu Jing looked carefully for a long time, but felt that there was nothing more profound in these lines of text.

Seeing Lu Jing's expression, Nan Fengmian suddenly smiled, shook his head and said, "I can't see it, but there are very few things that can be seen in Taixuanjing.

I have been dazed for many days, and I actually feel that a young gentleman can see through things that I can't see. "

Lu Jing looked at Nan Fengmian.

Nan Fengmian noticed Lu Jing's expression, looked around again, and whispered: "You and I are destined to meet each other, let me tell you, don't tell those utilitarians casually, it is said that the words on the ice peak are mixed with Mr. Si's sword energy is said to be his enlightenment from entering the heaven, I admire Mr. Si, and I really want to see the sword energy in the sky, so I studied here for a long time, but I got nothing."

"I also brought He Yu here, wanting to use her Feathering Sword Heart to comprehend it, but she got nothing.

Lu Jing, do you know any other geniuses with great kendo talent? You can also take him to have a look, if you get something, I don't ask for anything else, just take a look at the sword energy in the sky and that's enough. "

Nan Fengmian had longing and hope in his eyes.

It seems that he is quite yearning for the so-called Tianguan sword energy.

Lu Jing thought about it carefully, shook his head and said, "I don't know other masters of swordsmanship."

"Since Nan Heyu can't comprehend it, maybe there is no Tianguan sword energy in it."

Nan Fengmian let out a long breath, stood up slowly, and said, "I know a few talented people outside Taixuanjing, but they don't want to come to Taixuanjing, it's a pity."

"In that case, let's leave it alone."

He patted the snow on his body, bent down again, and carefully wrapped the beef.

"We're used to good food, so we can't eat these, but I don't know how many people in Xuandu can't eat meat. It's too wasteful to put it here, and it will tarnish Mr. Si's name."

Nan Fengmian said so, and waved with Lu Jing again.

A ray of red glow came flickering, Nan Fengmian stepped on it and left slowly.

Seeing Nan Fengmian leave, Lu Jing looked at the pens and inks carefully.

The pen and ink are full of killing spirit, and full of a sense of change, and the characters become sharper and sharper at the turning point.

Lu Jing blinked, and suddenly remembered what the prince had said to him that day.

"Brush and ink turn into sword energy, and sharpness becomes sword intent..."

A thought suddenly came to Lu Jing's mind.

He stood up, walked to a blank ice wall with no words left, and drew out the black sandalwood sword!

He turned his head sideways, and a lot of aggressiveness, sharpness, and transformation in Mr. Fourth's words flowed into his mind.

Lu Jing suddenly thought of the woman who died in the quiet alley that night, as well as those children in a hurry, thought of many things in Lu's residence, and remembered the difficult time with his mother in his memory.

And the place where Mr. Si's pen and ink stick together, the turning point, and the place where it stops abruptly also fall into his eyes.

Those little people's blood and tears seemed to be reflected in his eyes.

"Big fires, disasters, people changing their children for food..."

"Tianguan, human world, people who look down on all living beings..."

Lu Jing seemed to have realized something, and many feelings came one after another.

"The sword energy in it is not the sword energy from the sky."

While Lu Jing was thinking, a sentence came to mind.

So he took a deep breath, and in the black sandalwood sword in his hand, the remaining sword energy of Mr. Si also recovered at this moment, poured into Lu Jing's palm, and then flowed to the black sandalwood sword again!

Lu Jing held the sword like a pen, gushing out sword energy, and wrote...

"See the cold in the midst of Haoge's frenzy, and see the world in the sky!

Seeing nothing in the eyes of all mortals, and being saved from hopelessness! "

...

Nan Fengmian was walking towards Hongxia, when suddenly he stopped.

He lowered his head to look at the famous knife on his waist, the famous knife trembled, and made low beeps again!

Nan Fengmian raised his head, with a dazed look in his eyes.

After being stunned for a short time, he turned around slowly and looked at the Bingfeng in the distance.

but see...

There are twenty cold mountains here, only the sword energy moves the silver light.

The author is a little uncomfortable today, coughing all the time, and can't stop, so I can only guarantee the bottom line, and continue to add more tomorrow.