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

Even on cold winter nights.

On the bustling streets in the center of Taixuanjing, there are still many Xuandu people coming and going.

The building of the restaurant, which is decorated with stars, is still shining brightly.

Pei Yingui was sitting on the wall, looking up at the sky covered in clouds and mist, the moonless and starless sky seemed even darker, but for some reason, she liked this kind of night very much.

Especially in the quiet empty mountain alley, during the many years of fleeing in the past, such nights were very precious. Although her life is much calmer now, there are still unease and... killing thoughts that hit her heart.

Because of this, whether it's the cold wind blowing past, the silent empty mountain alley, or the dark sky, it's rare for Pei Yingui to be at peace.

"The two hundred and seventy-sixth day."

Pei Yingui's eyes were calm, his two slender legs fell on the wall and swayed casually, and the fluttering of his long hair made the fleeing princess look even colder.

She looked at the sky seriously for a long time, then looked down at an ancient book in her hand.

The ancient book is yellowed, and the ink marks on it are a little smudged, which is obviously very old.

"Luomei... Guanghan... Palace..."

Pei Yingui struggled to read the words in the ancient book, these words seemed very strange to her.

Many of the glyphs are much more complicated than Dafu characters, because they are Qi characters.

As early as 800 years ago, most of the world was once unified by an ancient dynasty.

This ancient dynasty was named "Taiwu". Since this dynasty, most of the books and cars in the world have been in the same track, and the measuring scales have also been unified.

Later, perhaps because of natural disasters or man-made disasters, this ancient dynasty that unified the world began to fall apart.

The feudal lords created chaos, divided the world, and countless kingdoms were born and died.

Civilizations are thus different, and there are subtle differences in the cultures of various countries at first, and then these differences gradually become larger, especially in customs and habits.

Among them, the text changes are the smallest.

For example, scholars in Qi State can understand most of the Dafu characters, and vice versa.

Later, at the beginning of the founding of Dafu, it had close contacts with surrounding countries, and more Dafu civilization and characters were introduced to Qi, Donghe, Anhuai... and even those weak countries that had been annexed by other powerful countries. .

It is also because of this that Pei Yingui and Hancai have never stepped into the territory of Dafu in their entire lives, but now they can communicate with people in Taixuanjing, and even with a little attention, their accents can be concealed.

But the problem is...

Pei Yingui lived in the Deep Palace of the State of Qi. In that cold palace all year round, she had never learned to write, just like her mother and concubine.

Even her cultivation was taught orally by her mother and concubine.

Under these reasons, Pei Yingui only felt that this ancient book in his hands was very precious, even the ancient book that that lunatic once regarded as a treasure... but it was so obscure.

She speculated about the meaning of a word in the ancient book for a while, but in the end she sighed helplessly. When she flicked her wrist, the ancient book had disappeared.

"I want to kill him...my cultivation is far from enough."

"Always find a way to learn the supernatural powers recorded in this ancient book."

Pei Yingui turned her head and thought carefully. She also wanted to separate the words on the ancient books before asking someone to teach them.

But because many words in the classics are obscure and difficult to understand, the arrangement of words, because it is a practice method, has many ambiguities, and it needs to be read in conjunction with the whole text.

If you only know the meaning of individual words or words and practice rashly, it is inevitable that something will go wrong.

Thinking of this, Pei Yingui's eyes moved suddenly, and he turned to look at the neighbor's house not far away.

In that small courtyard, only the main house was burning with a residual lamp.

From the window grilles, one can vaguely see that beautiful girl practicing calligraphy seriously.

"If Miss Qingyue also knows how to practice and understand the terminology of practice, I can ask her to teach me."

Pei Yingui frowned, feeling that many things in the world were really helpless.

With all his cultivation, the famous bow named Guanghan Palace in his hand has taken the lives of countless pursuers. Now that the treasure is in his hand, he can't understand it.

"Maybe……"

She looked at the small courtyard next door, and thought of the young man who was as beautiful as a bone, and the letter he wrote, and the indifference and deepness in his eyes when he walked out of the hall when he met by chance that day. Hidden anger.

On that day, both Pei Yingui and Han Cai thought that Lu Jing was just out of interest, but they never thought that in a short period of time, the young gentleman with a warm smile on his face walked away with a sword in his hand. He didn't hesitate to be imprisoned at the price of killing those who were trying to gain fame.

Just like...the self who escaped from the palace.

"If it's Mr. Lu Jing... I don't have to worry too much if I give this classic to him."

Pei Yingui was thinking.

Suddenly, she felt a lot of spiritual thoughts in the void.

Most of these spiritual thoughts come from Taixuanjing Central, some of them are powerful, while others are still a little immature.

But all these divine thoughts flowed into the void.

Puzzled in Pei Yingui's heart, she turned her head to look at a certain place in Taixuanjing. When she raised her eyes, there was a sudden flash of thunder in her eyes, and the body was shaken with blood from the previous day, and the surging spirit merged into her eyes.

She also looks towards the sky.

However, in the depths of the cloud and mist, a fiery sword energy shining with rainbow light, dragging a long tail, shot straight away, and wandered in the sky.

"Mr. Lu Jing..."

Pei Yingui lightly brushed the long hair between her forehead, and looked closely, only to see her always gentle neighbor dragging a dead body in her hands.

The corpse no longer had a head, and the blood continued to shed, and was blown away by the cold wind.

Lu Jing's body was spotless, and he just stood on the black long sword and flew towards the center.

"The corpse... is the corpse of a cultivator at the Divine Fire Realm?"

Pei Yingui's Xiantian Yuetong caught the flickering and lingering faint energy fluctuations in the monk's corpse, and suddenly became a little surprised...

On the long sword, Lu Jing stood upright, but his face was expressionless.

The sharp sword light fell on the sky and earth, attracting many spiritual thoughts to spy on it, but Lu Jing ignored it and gradually moved away.

Pei Yin returned to the empty mountain alley, she couldn't see too far, she thought about it, but suddenly some interest arose in her heart.

So, Pei Yingui rubbed her thumb against the ring on her hand, and in an instant, a big moonlight bow appeared in her hand, and she gently pulled the bowstring.

This moonlight bow named Guanghan Palace was easily pulled away by Pei Yingui, and the vitality was brewed in it, which was fused with the innate blood in Pei Yingui's body and turned into a moon arrow.

Chi!

The Moon Arrow flew out, and unexpectedly quietly disappeared into the void, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Pei Yingui shot an arrow and closed his eyes.

That moon arrow flew into the void and followed Lu Jing far behind.

Lu Jing's sword light flashed, and he gradually came to the center of Taixuanjing, and several divine thoughts had already entered his mind.

This is the divine sense from Xuanyiwei, who ordered him not to control the sword light in the center of Xuandu.

If it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that he has already been taken down and held accountable.

But Lu Jing's status is unusual at this time, and he has a royal background. Xuanyiwei is directly under the Taixuan Palace, so naturally he has to give this new prince and junior teacher some face.

Lu Jing's sword light didn't last too long, and in the end it only landed on a glorious street.

This place is called Wulong Street... There are many generals in the army living in Dafu, the most famous of which is the Li family in Xuandu.

The six generations of the Li family in Xuandu were all Dafu generals, but before Li Guanlong of Shaozhu Kingdom rose to power, the most powerful person in the six generations was only a fifth-rank casual general.

Later, Li Guanlong of the Shaozhu Kingdom became famous when he was young, and at the age of twenty-eight he was a real dragon with blood pressure and became famous all over the world.

At the age of thirty, he led the Dafu Dragon Dance Army, destroyed the western demon kingdom, beheaded the demon king, and made great contributions. He was proclaimed the Shaozhu Kingdom by the holy king and became the most powerful person in the Dafu dynasty!

Up to now, six years have passed.

Six years later, another wealthy family was added to Taixuanjing, which was the Li family of Xuandu.

Lu Jing landed in front of Wulong Street, and countless eyes fell on him in the darkness.

But the boy didn't seem to care.

Still dragging the corpse, he walked forward step by step. The black sandalwood sword was suspended beside Lu Jing, emitting a faint light.

A grand sword intent wandered on Wulong Street, shining like a scorching sun.

Nan Heyu and General Chixing also entered the city with Lu Jing, and stood quietly on a towering plane tree.

"What does Lu Jing want to do?"

The dots of light on General Star Holding's mask were somewhat dim: "This is Wulong Street, and there are many general residences. Who is he looking for with that bhikkhu's body?"

Nan Heyu shook her head, and Qian Xiushui on her waist trembled slightly when she sensed Lu Jinghongsheng's sword intent.

She had no choice but to gently stroke Qian Xiushui to calm down the famous sword.

Pei Yingui also saw this scene through Moon Arrow.

This was the second time she sensed Lu Jing's sword intent. The first time was when Lu Jing was assassinated in the empty mountain alley.

"Mr. Lu Jing's primordial spirit is obviously damaged, why is the sword intent so powerful?"

Pei Yingui sensed the gradually condensed vitality again...

"This is the realm of Huazhenzhen Palace." She was more and more puzzled by Lu Jing's terrifying cultivation, and felt that her neighbor was so extraordinary!

At this time and place, I don't know how many eyes fell on this place.

The Taixuan Palace, the Book Building, and many real wealthy mansions all have the spiritual thoughts of the strong coming, or use the power of treasures to find out the world!

They all want to take a look at Lu Jing... What exactly do they want to do.

Lu Jing dragged the corpse, walked through the gates, and walked towards the Li Mansion in Xuandu!

"Lu Jing, this is Taixuanjing, what are you trying to do with a corpse?"

Suddenly, there was a loud shout, but there was no one.

Lu Jing's footsteps did not pause at all, and he continued to move forward. The gates of several generals' mansions along the way were wide open, and many soldiers came out of them, with blood surging in their bodies, and a murderous aura rushed towards them.

They stared at Lu Jing expressionlessly, suppressed by the aura of killing.

Lu Jing's footsteps paused slightly, and a greater righteousness bloomed from him.

He is still walking... towards the mansion of Shaozhu Kingdom!

ps: I worked overtime late, there is still a chapter, I will stay up all night to update it, everyone will read it tomorrow.

As for why I didn't save the manuscript... Recently, the pressure of epidemic prevention is too great, and there are no holidays, so I really can't save the manuscript.