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

Lu Jing stayed in the tower until night, and finally left the tower full of thoughts.

When he left, he did not forget to pour tea for Mr. Guanqi, and carefully closed the windows on the fifth floor to prevent the cold spring breeze from blowing into the self-cultivation tower.

"Sir, don't forget to refine the pulse of that day."

Mr. Guanqi smiled and nodded towards Lu Jing, watching Lu Jing go down the stairs.

Lu Jing's back was wider and calmer than when Mr. Guanqi saw him for the first time.

Even though Lu Jing's thoughts were chaotic at this moment, even if Lu Jing wanted to see Qing Yue sooner at this moment, he still walked at a leisurely pace.

The spring breeze blew past his sleeves, but it didn't stay there, it only blew the other hems.

"It's hard for you to see all the dirty things in the world while you're still young."

Mr. Guanqi was talking to himself, and when he poked his hand, that celestial vein appeared in his hand.

The cyan light surging on the Tianmai made this dim tower of self-cultivation more energetic.

Mr. Guanqi looked at Tianmai in a daze.

At some point, Mr. Eleven, who was wearing a thin robe and a jacket with a pipa lapel, was standing at the stairs.

Today's Mr. Eleven is different from the past. She has light makeup on her face. Mr. Eleven, who could have been all over the country but always as cold as the cold moon, is a little softer today.

She didn't speak, just looked at Mr. Guanqi blankly.

Suddenly, the spring rain outside the window became more urgent, and the storm became even worse, making the window slamming.

Mr. Guanqi woke up and found Mr. Eleven at the stairs.

"Taoyao."

Mr. Guanqi's eyes were still so gentle, he looked at Taoyao tenderly, and asked: "Are you willing to part with this library?"

Mr. Eleven nodded without hesitation.

Mr. Guanqi seemed relieved and heaved a long sigh of relief.

He stood up, pushed open the window, the cold wind blew outside, and Mr. Guanqi suddenly coughed.

"The spring breeze is like a distinguished guest, and it will be prosperous as soon as it arrives.

Come to the first thousand mountains of snow, and return to stay with the eternal flowers. "

"After this spring, maybe it will be different."

As Mr. Guanqi said, he stuck his head out regardless of the wind and rain, and looked left and right at the library that was like spring all the year round.

"I know that this library also has your painstaking efforts, not to mention the thousands of flowers and medicinal materials in the Shaomu Courtyard, you have to work hard for many years.

It's a pity..."

"There is nothing to regret." Mr. Eleven, who was originally silent, interrupted Mr. Guanqi.

She took a few steps forward and stood side by side with Mr. Guanqi in front of the window.

"I'm different from other gentlemen on the fourth floor. I never entered the library for this world or this world."

Mr. Eleven was straightforward: "The library is no longer what it used to be, and the people in the past have all left.

How could I be reluctant to part with this empty library? "

A flash of guilt flashed in Mr. Guanqi's eyes: "It's our ambition that engulfed you."

"It's my thoughts that have engulfed me." Mr. Eleven never said these words, but only murmured in his heart.

The spring breeze and spring scenery are two points of sorrow, and one point of wind and rain.

What's more, today's rain is not like the silent spring rain that moistens things.

"Mr. Seven is leaving." Mr. Eleven said, "Aren't you going to say goodbye to him?"

Mr. Guanqi closed his eyes and shook his head.

"Since Yu Yuan and his party, I dare not see him again, nor dare to say goodbye to him."

Mr. Guanqi closed his eyes, letting the scattered raindrops fall on his face: "He is leaving, dying in the world, but going to Yuyuan again, he will become a lonely ghost wandering in Yuyuan, just because of me I am also ashamed of him for the plan that I don't know whether it will succeed or not."

Mr. Eleven's unchanging expression finally changed. She pursed her lips and said, "The reason why you don't force anything on Lu Jing is because of Mr. Seven's trip to Yu Yuan, and the past events have also changed you... the world This is how things are, how can everything go as expected?"

Mr. Guanqi is still hesitating.

Mr. Eleven looked at Mr. Guanqi, and suddenly asked, "Then you won't say goodbye to me?"

Mr. Guanqi opened his eyes, with a strange look on his face, he smiled and said, "Lu Jing retrieved the Tianmai from the deer pond, I can live for more than ten years, so why worry?"

Mr. Eleven stretched out his hand and closed the door and window like Lu Jing.

She went downstairs without a word, and the sound of her footsteps faded away.

Mr. Guanqi was still standing in front of the window, hesitating for a long time, wanting to open the window and take a look at Taoyao under the tower.

But he hesitated again and again, and finally his arm dropped. He was independent for a long time, until he could no longer perceive the existence of Mr. Eleven, and then opened the window.

But immediately after, Mr. Guanqi's face became darker and darker.

He lowered his head and saw a sycamore tree downstairs. Mr. Eleven was standing under that tree, looking up at her.

Wind and rain, sycamore, Taoyao.

The raindrops fell on the leaves... pattering, scattered and broken.

The sycamore tree, the rain in the middle of the night, does not express love and suffering.

One leaf, one sound, the space dripped into the light.

Tao Yao stood under the sycamore tree, looking up at Mr. Chess on the tower.

She still remembers that when Mr. Guanqi traveled to Zhenwu Mountain, she still grew up on a mountain peak.

At that time, Taoyao was in a hazy state of mind and was in the middle of her new life.

Today, the most romantic Bai Guanqi in the world is at a high place.

The five floors of the self-cultivation tower can't be called very high, but he seems to be in the clouds.

...

Nan Fengmian stood on the muddy road, looking up into the distance.

There are few pedestrians in this place, but there are pedestrians who come and go in a hurry, and they don't want to say more, and they don't want to stop on this road.

There was something bright red in the soil, and there were bursts of stench, which made Nan Fengmian frowned in disgust.

A white building stands in front of it.

This building is seven stories high, with flying eaves reflecting the sky, carved beams and painted buildings.

Hundreds of feet away from the white building, there are many bright red flowers planted, just like red stars. The blooming flowers lie among the green, looking like a sea of ​​flowers.

The red flowers are so bright.

Nan Fengmian is convinced that even the stars in the sky, there is absolutely no one that can be so radiant, so dazzling, so coquettish to the extreme, that people forget to breathe unconsciously.

This white pavilion...

A spectacle indeed!

Anyone who sees this pavilion will be amazed by its amazing beauty.

But Nan Fengmian's eyes were full of disgust, he closed his eyes and shook his head, as if he wanted to shake off all the seductive scenes left in his mind.

After two or three breaths passed, Nan Fengmian turned around and opened his eyes.

The road where he came from was full of mud, but he didn't seem to want to go, and let the foul-smelling mud splashed on his clothes.

After walking a few steps, Nan Fengmian suddenly lowered his head.

He saw a weed growing alone in the soil, and the dirt and stench of the soil seemed unable to affect him.

However, Nan Fengmian sighed, he pulled out the Xinggu real person from his waist, a domineering sword spirit was suppressed within an inch, and he chopped off the weed in an instant.

"In a few more months, you will also bloom those blood bone flowers, you might as well die earlier."

Nan Fengmian didn't seem to care, and casually put a weed in his mouth.

Bitterness filled his taste buds.

Nan Fengmian returned to her small courtyard covered in mud and water.

"Yuelun, is the foot bath hot?"

As soon as Nan Fengmian was admitted to the hospital, he started to yell loudly.

"OK OK!"

The young lady who was pampered a long time ago has completed an astonishing transformation in the past half a year.

Her face was no longer fair, and the white veil on her body had now turned into coarse cloth clothes. She struggled to carry a basin of water and placed it at Nan Fengmian's feet.

He also served Nan Fengmian to take off his shoes and wash his feet.

But there was no trace of helplessness in her eyes, the deep eyes were as calm as a pool of moonlight.

After washing Nan Fengmian's feet, he served food.

While eating, Nan Fengmian complained: "Your cooking skills are getting worse and worse. You can't even taste the saltiness of these vegetables."

Yuelun didn't respond, but just added tea to Nanfengmian.

There is no moon in the sky, but there are a few scattered stars.

"Speaking of which, among these stars, why is one so bright?"

The moon wheel said, looking up at the sky.

Nan Fengmian also raised his head, and whispered, "That's Beichenxing."

Yuelun suddenly understood that Beichen was going down to Taixuanjing.

Nan Fengmian rubbed her chin and sat cross-legged on the wide chair.

He thought for a long time, and suddenly his expression became serious.

"Brother..."

In the legend of Chaoge, when the star representing the hometown lights up, it means that the people and things in the hometown have undergone great changes.

Nan Fengmian felt a little depressed when he thought of his elder brother who had been ill for a long time.

He closed his eyes and said nothing.

Yue Luan sat beside him silently, after a long time, she stood up suddenly, and gently rubbed the center of her brows for Nan Fengmian.

"When my father was still alive, he said that if a person is worried, he will grow old.

Young master, I'll press it for you, so you don't have to think about it anymore. "

Nan Fengmian still had his eyes closed.

"Maybe it's a good thing?" Yue Lun was still talking, "Maybe it's because you have a newcomer in the son's mansion, maybe it's because someone who is close to you has been promoted, made a fortune, increased his cultivation level, or... Tai Xuanjing The girl who misses the young master is getting married."

"The last thing is not a good thing." Nan Fengmian opened his eyes.

Yuelun saw that Nan Fengmian was no longer silent, with a smile on her face, she didn't say much, and still gently rubbed Nan Fengmian's eyebrows.

"However, it is possible to get promoted and make a fortune. I have a younger brother in Taixuanjing, who is a first-class arrogance. When we return to Taixuanjing, I will let you meet."

"I've seen it before." Yuelun said with a smile: "I saw it in the carriage, but the practitioners came and went from a distance, so I didn't see it too clearly."

"How about...my lord, let's go back now and see what changes have taken place in your hometown, so you can meet your family members and your righteous brother."

Nan Fengmian touched the Xinggu real person on her waist, turned her head and asked Yuelun: "You don't want me to avenge you?"

The movements of Yuelun's hand suddenly paused.

"It was hoped for."

Yue Lun said softly: "Yue Lun's original life is not comparable to that of a young lady in a big mansion, but after all, she has a father who is an official, who loves me and loves me very much. Wear nice clothes and buy some boxes of rouge."

"Later...these are all gone. My parents died because of me. I was full of hatred in my heart, and I also hoped that the son would avenge me."

"But... son, you saved Yuelun's life. You know that Yuelun's blood has miraculous effects on cultivation, but you never want me to bleed. You just give me more support in my heart and make me feel better every day." Feel that I am useful to you, so that I will not always be afraid that you will abandon me."

"So, I don't want to take revenge."

Yuelun said calmly: "Under the world of Qi, who doesn't live while weeping?

I can still cry now, but if you died under the palace of bones, I'm afraid I wouldn't cry. "

"My lord, let's go back to Taixuanjing together? You can't always be allowed to do things related to morality in the world. You have done a big thing before, so you are not ashamed of the long knife in your waist...

King Qi Yuan, he..."

"Yuelun." Nan Fengmian interrupted Yuelun, he stretched out his hand, grabbed Yuelun's hand, and suddenly took out a weed from his sleeve.

"Weeds can't survive anymore. Under the long road in front of the White Bone Palace, there is a mass grave."

"In the beginning, I thought that only King Qi Yuan was brutal in Qi State. Now that I came to Qi State, I saw that all the princes in Qi State are ghosts and demons."

Nan Fengmian put the weed into his mouth again, looked at the moon and asked, "Do you know Emperor Zhenwu?"

The moon is a little confused.

Nan Fengmian slowly pulled out the Xinggu real person, and a ray of breeze flowed on the Xinggu real person, which was even clearer and sharper than when he left Taixuanjing.

"Emperor Zhenwu once traveled around the world, beheading thousands of monsters, and these days, I have been seeing Zhenwu in my dreams..."

"Especially yesterday, I dreamed that Emperor Zhenwu went to the palace of white bones with his sword, and chopped off the seven-story building, turning all the demons in that building into innocent wrecks!"

"I also dreamed that the pavilions on the ground collapsed, that the weed-cutting knife in my Nan family was rusted, and that an old man in white clothes with a sword on his waist smashed a long river with Zhenwu Mountain on his shoulders."

"I saw Zhenwu in my dream, but I always felt that... Zhenwu also saw me in my dream."

Nan Fengmian's eyes lit up, and he said: "In my dream, the Emperor Zhenwu travels around the world, intimidating all spirits, and I dream that he is psychic and rides the wind, and the emptiness is as clear as a mirror!"

"But if the Emperor Zhenwu dreamed of me, I would come to Qi State with a sword in front of me, but after seeing the White Bone Palace and several mass graves, I would be so frightened that I would go back to Taixuanjing. Wouldn't I be too ashamed?"

Nan Fengmian squinted like Lu Jing: "What's more, I have boasted to Haikou, if I go back to Taixuanjing without a knife, I will inevitably be laughed at by Lu Jing when I drink with Lu Jing."

Yuelun stared at Nanfengmian motionlessly.

She didn't say much, she just lowered her head and cleaned up the table, talking to herself in her heart.

"My lord, you are not someone who is afraid of ridicule, let alone someone who is unwilling to return to Taixuanjing for the sake of face."

"When you see the mass grave and the palace of bones, you will be even more reluctant to leave."

"But that's fine."

"I have met you anyway, life or death.

I can't repay your life-saving grace in this life, I can only cook some meals with you.

According to the legend of Chaoge, if they die together, they will be able to live together in the next life. "

"However, it would be best if we could live together in this life... People always have to look forward to it."

...

In the small courtyard of Kongshan Lane, Yanglu Street.

Lu Jing sat on a chair, and there was a bowl of steaming noodles on the small table beside him.

"Master, do you want me to put more fennel in the second bowl?"

With a smile on Qingyue's face, she rolled up her sleeves, her fair face poked out from the window, looking at Lu Jing who was eating noodles.

Lu Jing ate slowly, but he didn't seem to care about talking, his mouth was a little vague.

"Put more."

"Put some coriander in the third bowl."