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

At the foot of Jiaoshen Mountain.

A deep valley stretches, and heavy snow falls one after another, covering the way. It is a bleak scene.

The snow was ferocious, and it continued to fall intermittently from yesterday evening to this afternoon.

Princess Chong'an left Taixuanjing, many people came to see her off at the gate of the northern city, and saluted Princess Chong'an's carriage from afar.

Among them, there are even young heroes like Zhongshan Hou Jing Wushuang who are so talented in the world.

Even though King Chong'an hadn't been back to Taixuanjing for many years, there were still soldiers in Taixuanjing who came to bid farewell to the concubine out of respect for the Palace of Chong'an.

Princess Chong'an also got off the carriage in person, and bid farewell to everyone.

Around the carriage were eighteen black armored soldiers, standing silently. Their bodies were surging with energy and blood, like waves, mighty and continuous.

They are responsible for protecting the safety of the princess.

There are also many people in the world who have rumored that Princess Chong'an's spiritual cultivation is enough to reflect the ancient star, but few people have seen Princess Chong'an make a move.

The mysterious Princess Chong'an, together with eighteen black-armored martial arts monks with beheading swords on their backs, is only in this Dafu territory, which is probably enough to protect the princess.

Under the watchful eyes of many people, the carriage leisurely headed for the official road not far from Jiaoshen Mountain.

Princess Chong'an sat in the carriage, opened the curtains of the carriage, looked at the scene outside the carriage, frowned slightly, wondering what she was thinking.

On the side, Roushui was pouring tea for Princess Chong'an. This carriage was quite miraculous. Even if it passed through rough places, the body did not shake at all, and the tea in Roushui's hands never spilled out.

While pouring tea, Miss Roushui said softly: "When you fully enter the official road, the speed of driving will be much faster. The princess might as well take a nap. When you wake up, you will probably arrive at the big shopping mall."

Princess Si Wanyu of Chong'an was dressed in a long blue dress, with picturesque eyes, she just shook her head, still looking at the scene outside the window.

"When Xiaonan was young, I promised her that I would take her to Taixuanjing for a stroll, and in the blink of an eye for more than ten years, I came to Taixuanjing three times, but I didn't bring her here.

Maybe in a few months, she will follow this road and step into Taixuanjing, the most prosperous place in the world.

But he had to bear a huge guilt and come here. I don't know what it will be like at that time. "

Si Wanyu still misses her daughter in her heart. As a mother, even if she is in a high position, she still has to worry about her wanderers.

What's more...Si Wanyu's fifteen-year-old daughter has already made a huge mistake, which made Shengjun furious.

The Heavenly Edict of the Holy Monarch has become the most dangerous disaster in the world, and it cannot be easily overcome.

It is for this reason that Si Wanyu misses her so much.

"Princess, lord...couldn't you write a letter with your own handwriting, begging for the sage for the young lady?

He has fought for the Great Fu all his life. If it hadn't been for the incident in the Northern Qin Dynasty that attracted the heavenly officials to come to the world and watch the siege of the surrounding fields, the prince is still in his prime and can still guard the country for many years! "

"Even if we don't care about the future, but only about the past, the achievements of the prince can be said to be unprecedented. His celestial halberd swept away a round of the sun, and I don't know how many mountains into the clouds have been leveled for the holy king.

Even if Miss made a mistake, the Holy King shouldn't..."

There was some resentment in Roushui's tone, and there was loneliness in her eyes.

The hero is late, even if the glory of the past has passed away, but he is the brightest hanging sun in the world after all!

The Hanging Sun gradually died away, no longer blooming with that kind of shining brilliance, and was about to fall... Even his own daughter could no longer be saved.

Roushui felt as if a big rock was pressing on her heart, which made her feel even more depressed.

"Rou Shui, stop talking."

Si Wanyu was expressionless, and interrupted Roushui's words: "There are many things in the world that are so helpless, and the people sitting in Taixuanjing can naturally give up everything for the sake of the general situation. Such things are no longer common. .”

Roushui fell silent, and after a full count of breaths, she gritted her teeth and said: "The nobles in Taixuanjing, don't you fear the cold? I will reassure the hearts of many brave soldiers in Sanzhou?"

Si Wanyu didn't answer, just lowered the curtain and turned his head.

Roushui's eyes flickered, and tears welled up in his pupils.

She asked back angrily, but she knew the reason in her heart.

The three prefectures of Chong'an border Beiqin, and too many people know what kind of purgatory Beiqin is.

It is absolutely impossible for King Chong'an to allow the people of the three states to fall into the endless purgatory and become the nourishment for the flesh and blood chariot of the Northern Qin Dynasty.

Even if King Chong'an falls, the son inherits the title of the king, has fought fiercely in the battlefield all his life, and has seen many blood sacrifices, he will definitely inherit the will of the prince, and even if hundreds of thousands of lonely graves are erected, he will never descend to Qin!

Perhaps it is because of the dedication of the Chong'an Palace and many brave soldiers from the three prefectures of Chong'an that Princess Chong'an returned without success.

"I have already left behind several times, and... the prince once told me that the sage needs to give an explanation to the Wufang Dragon Palace, but he will definitely leave a glimmer of life for Xiaonan. He will not be so heartless."

Princess Chong'an whispered silently, as if she was talking to Roushui, or comforting herself.

For Dafu.

The Wufang Dragon Palace did not respond to the call of the fallen dragon from Luolong City, and settled in Dafu, proclaiming its vassals to the court of Dafu. There are also many aquatic species living in the Wufang Giant Sea.

If this matter is not handled properly, if the Wufang Dragon Palace is in chaos, it must be a great disaster for the current Dafu.

Decades ago, Dafu had no foreign enemies. Even if Wufang Longgong had the courage to do so, he would never dare to make any changes. Dafu, which can rule the world, became more and more vulnerable because of the rise of Beiqin.

The same is true for Northern Qin, but because of the different system, compared with Dafu, the restrictions are smaller.

Two giant kingdoms stand between the heaven and the earth, confronting each other and vying for the complete world.

Among them, countless people must have died silently in the abyss of the cold war between the two countries as the price of the confrontation.

"I hope my little girl won't be like this."

Princess Chong'an's eyes drooped slightly, thinking so in her heart.

When Roushui heard Si Wanyu mention Miss Bao's backhand, she couldn't help but think of Lu Jing.

"It's a pity that Mr. Jing is too young, and his cultivation is still weak. In this vast Taixuanjing, he can't be called strong.

If Mr. Jing could be given some time, he might really be able to save Miss. "

When Roushui said this, doubts appeared in his eyes: "Speaking of which, Mr. Jing has always valued friendship, I thought he would come to see the princess off, but I didn't expect to see him at the north city gate today..."

There was also some hesitation in Princess Chong'an's eyes, and she immediately said with relief: "I have already told Lu Jing about this, so that he doesn't have to come to see him off.

Among the people who came to see me off today, I only recognize a very small number of them. Most of them came to see me off because of the prince's past power and achievements. I am grateful, but I also feel that there is no need to do so. "

Roushui didn't know when Princess Chong'an had met Lu Jing, but she nodded seriously, but her tone was a bit regretful: "When I first met Mr. Jing, I thought he was different from ordinary people. Counting, but sincere, not hiding anything.

In the first night, I thought Mr. Jing was quite good, but I didn't expect him to become famous in Taixuanjing in just a few months.

Perhaps in a short time, his reputation will go far to the Western Regions, to the Northern Qin Dynasty, and to many surrounding countries.

It's a pity that I couldn't see him in parting..."

When Roushui said this, she was surprised that there were many ambiguities in her words, so she lowered her head in embarrassment.

When Si Wanyu saw Roushui's appearance, a smile finally appeared on his face.

Roushui was in her early twenties and had never experienced sex between men and women. Now that she sees a brilliant young man, it is only natural for her to have some admiration.

And this kind of admiration is far from admiration, in fact, there is still a lot of distance.

Thinking of this, she raised her hand, and there were two extra sheets of paper in her hand.

Roushui looked at the paper curiously.

However, Wang Hao carefully spread out the two pieces of paper.

On one of the sheets was a portrait of the princess.

On the other piece of paper, there are lines of words, which seem to be words.

Roushui was a little curious, she poked her head over and read the words on the paper seriously.

The same goes for the princess.

A few lines of text outline many images.

Long pavilions, ancient roads, evening breeze, sunset, a pot of dirty wine...

There are no gorgeous words in this que, and they are all common scenes.

Conservative and restrained, however, he expresses his emotion when parting.

"As expected of an immortal's words."

Rou Shui murmured and sighed: "I'm afraid only someone like Mr. Jing can have such a fairyland full of poetry.

It was good for him to remember the que. "

Si Wanyu's eyes lingered on the farewell words for a long time, and then looked at the painting under Lu Jing's painting.

In the painting, a humble grass is still bathed in the scorching sun and growing vigorously.

A smile appeared on the corner of Si Wanyu's mouth, and he said to Roushui: "You think Lu Jingxiu is too weak, but I think...he doesn't need a long time, maybe just a few years, to grow into a A very strong young monk."

Roushui thought for a while, nodded deeply, and exhaled again: "I'm leaving today, I don't know when I'll be able to see Mr. Jing."

"The men in Chong'an Sanzhou are full of energy and masculinity, but there are very few people who are as talented as Mr. Jing, but have a good temper."

Si Wanyu's eyes flickered, and he just wanted to say that he would have a chance to meet Lu Jing in the future.

But in a flash, the smile on her face gradually subsided, and she didn't say anything more.

"Things are impermanent, maybe yesterday was the last time we met."

The lord's vitality is getting weaker and weaker, and outside the three prefectures of Chong'an, a catastrophe like a thunderstorm is brewing.

"Since I have agreed with you to stay with you for sixteen years, it will be a catastrophe, and I will continue to do so, so that you will not die alone."

Si Wanyu's eyes were deep and firm.

"I only hope that when the time comes, some of the most powerful people will come out of Taixuan Jingzhong and come to Chong'an Sanzhou to protect Yihu who died for the country."

"Ah... look, princess!"

Just when Si Wanyu's thoughts flickered, Roushui who was beside him suddenly screamed.

She pointed to the small window of the carriage and pointed to a mountain in the distance.

Si Wanyu seemed to be aware of it, and also looked towards the small window.

But he saw a figure in blue standing with a sword on the mountain peak, watching the valley from a distance.

Si Wanyu and Roushui looked carefully...

That figure was Lu Jing!

At this moment, Lu Jing was as usual, wearing blue clothes, with a gentle expression on his face. He didn't do anything, just looked down at the carriage driving in the valley.

"Princess, Mr. Jing is here to see you off. I said that Mr. Jing values ​​righteousness. The concubine has helped him a lot. He will come and see you off."

There was undisguised surprise in Roushui's tone.

Si Wanyu's expression remained unchanged, but his brows relaxed a lot.

Like-minded, benevolent and righteous, not entangled in worldly interests...you can be friends!

Si Wanyu wrote that letter for Lu Jing with her own handwriting, which already means that she agrees with Lu Jing.

And Lu Jing came to see him off at this time, which was also a response to Si Wanyu's friendship.

"I've seen you yesterday, so why come here to see you off?"

Si Wanyu shook his head lightly.

Lu Jing on the mountain peak waved at the carriage and spoke slowly.

His voice was extremely low, but Si Wanyu could clearly hear what Lu Jing said even though he was separated by a considerable distance.

"Bon trip."

Si Wanyu was a little stunned for the mere words.

In the letter, she wished Lu Jing peace, and Lu Jing bid her farewell for dozens of miles, and also said peace to her...

Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, there are fragrant grasses and green sky.

The evening wind blows the willow flute sound, and the setting sun is beyond the mountains...

Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, there are fragrant grasses and green sky.

I ask you when you will return here, and don’t linger when you come...

...

Si Wanyu thought of that que word, and looked at the part of the sky that was covered by clouds and mist, there was some afterglow of the setting sun shining through the thick clouds and mist.

So she also smiled and waved at Lu Jing.

Standing with his sword in his hand, Lu Jing stood under the sunset and in the wind and snow. He didn't say much, and he didn't say goodbye to the princess. He just stood here and watched him go into the carriage.

The carriage went farther and farther, and gradually disappeared at the end of the valley, on the official road.

Lu Jing thought of the sentence in Si Wanyu's letter, "Tomorrow will be separated by mountains, and the world will be boundless", and a lot of enlightenment suddenly came to his mind.

Whether it is cultivating Yuanshen or cultivating martial arts, it is also a matter of cultivating a smooth breath in the heart, and cultivating a thought.

Since there is parting, we are also looking forward to meeting again in the future.

"The princess gave me a star shell, and I hope that when we meet again in the future, I can give her a few more heavenly words."

Lu Jing raised his eyes to look at the sunset that was once again covered by clouds.

With a sudden thought in his mind, the primordial spirit came out of his body in an instant and rose to the sky.

The wind howled in the air, and Lu Jing Yuanshen visualized Dongyue Taishan, attracting a lot of vitality into his body, so that he would not be blown away by the wind.

So he ascended to the sky, passed through the clouds, and came above the clouds and mist!

But above the clouds and mist, bright rays of light bloomed in the scorching sun, and the scorching sun's rays burst out, hot and vast.

That kind of light just shone on Lu Jing's Yuanshen. Even though Lu Jing's Yuanshen had turned into a real person at this moment, and it had become extremely thick because of practicing Dongyue's refining mysterious codes, he still felt waves of scorching heat coming.

But at the same time, behind Lu Jing Yuanshen, a phantom of Great Ming King Yantian emerged.

Those many lights fell into the mysterious sky fire in the palm of Great Sage Yantian, King of Ming Dynasty in just a moment.

The sky is burning!

The vast vitality is like a wave, attracted by the faint light of Lu Jing's primordial spirit, flying towards him, frantically pouring into Lu Jing's primordial spirit.

Lu Jing's primordial spirit burst into light in an instant!

Brilliant light surrounded Lu Jing Yuanshen, forming a real palace.

That real palace gathers vitality, and the light shines on Lu Jingyuanshen instead, and Lu Jingyuanshen grows extremely in just a moment.

Indistinctly, the primordial spirit had never used supernatural powers, and just came out of his body, he was three feet tall, condescending, overlooking the world.

"The realm of the real palace."

Lu Jing looked calm, and whispered softly: "It's a surprise."

...

It seems that a long time has passed, but in fact, it only took a few tens of breaths for Lu Jingyuan to go out of his body, watch the clouds go up to the sun, and break through the real palace.

When Lu Jing returned to his body, he saw that the wind and snow in the sky were thicker, and the wind and snow roared and fell, filled with a murderous aura.

Lu Jing turned his head, glanced at the way he came, and touched the black sandalwood sword on his waist, with a much stronger smile on his face.

The black sandalwood sword came out of the body!

It turned into a stream of sun and moon swirling in the void, and then landed in the void of the cliff in front of Lu Jing.

Lu Jing walked towards the cliff, and then took a step, stepping on the black sandalwood sword.

Bursts of vitality gushed out from the real palace under the urging of his Dongyue God Refining Method, enveloping his body.

Lu Jing's body seemed to be integrated with the black sandalwood sword.

Gather the vitality of the real palace at all times, protect yourself, and integrate with the treasure, the black sandalwood sword can take off unrestrainedly, and the speed is too fast!

I saw Lu Jing stepping on the black sandalwood sword, and the Sanzhang Yuanshen, together with the real palace, flowing out a rich vitality and turning into the light of the sun and moon sword, controlling the black sandalwood sword.

In addition to his body, there is a steady stream of vitality that is controlled by his divine sense and gathers.

Lu Jing stepped on the sword in this way, shuttled through the wind and snow, and headed towards Taixuanjing. Compared with Wang Hao's carriage hanging in mid-air, his speed was not much less.

All the way through the valley, through several peaks of Jiaoshen Mountain, just to those silver peaks.

The black sandalwood sword under Lu Jing's feet suddenly slowed down and landed on a mountain.

Snow has fallen on the mountain, covered in silver, and the eyes are white.

Standing in the mountain, Lu Jing gently reached out his hand, and the black sandalwood sword fell into his hand in the blink of an eye.

His expression remained unchanged, looking at the dozens of silver peaks.

In Silver Peak, apart from the whistling wind and snow, there was nothing abnormal.

Tens of thousands of people are gone, and thousands of mountains and birds are gone!

"When the demonic aura emerges, it can't be hidden from me.

That being the case, why not do it? "

Holding a black sandalwood sword, Lu Jing walked on the pure white snow, leaving only one set of footprints.

He looked normal, and the vitality around him was surging, and the primordial spirit sitting cross-legged in the real palace was also shining brightly.

Many winds and thunders linger in this world.

Driven by Lu Jing's Sanzhang Primordial Spirit, the Little Wind and Thunder Technique became even more powerful.

At this moment, from behind a silver peak, a monk wearing a bhikkhu robe, with one arm exposed, with a ring on his head, walking barefoot in the void, walked out slowly.

In the sky, a Buddha flag branded with many Buddha seals spread out!

Under the Buddha flag, there is actually the sound of wooden fish, and the sound of wooden fish seems to lock the surrounding world.

This is a serene Buddhist supernatural power.

"Benefactor Lu Jing, a great monk, come...to kill you."

The lean monk saluted Lu Jing.

"As big as a monk..." Lu Jing frowned slightly: "As a monk, you should observe the precepts, and also commit the precept of killing innocent creatures?"

The Buddhist flag was swaying, and a divine fire burned on the monk's body.

The divine fire illuminated the light, and turned into a halo behind the brain of the big monk, just like the light of Buddha.

"Since you have come to this world of evil thoughts, you have already been infected with guilt, so how can you say you are innocent?"

As big as the bhikkhu's bare right hand fell on the prayer beads around his neck, he took them off and held them in his hand.

Rumble!

In just a split second, a divine fire soared into the sky and filled the air.

This big monk is just a few words, the Buddha's light and fire, the Buddha's beads and the Buddha's flag are all blooming and swaying!

"May the donor not enter the endless hell."

Holding the sword, Lu Jing said softly...

"Come."

I can't bear it anymore today, I haven't slept since last night, I will write 10,000 words tomorrow, and finish this paragraph.