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

It was autumn morning again.

The morning light at dawn can't hide the coolness.

It seems that the unpredictable white clouds and fog should not coexist with sunlight, but today there is sunlight in the fog, which is quite strange.

In the past few days, Lu Jing has been cultivating the sun, moon and sword light, but the soul is always tired.

Whenever this happened, Lu Jing would rest for a long time, and then carefully study the Great Snow Mountain True Mysterious Art.

When the sun rose and Lu Jing had had porridge and snacks, he went to the library to extract classics as usual.

Today seems to be a little different from previous days.

When he stepped onto the fourth floor of the cultivation tower.

Chen Xuanwu at the stairs was winking at him.

Lu Jing was a little puzzled, and followed Chen Xuanwu's gaze, only to see Mr. Guanqi, dressed in green, with a refined appearance and a warm complexion, in front of his desk, looking down at the classics he had copied in the past few days.

Mr. Guanqi seems to be so serious in everything he does, without the slightest carelessness.

When Lu Jing saw Mr. Guanqi coming, he also showed a smile on his face.

He felt more and more that Mr. Guanqi seemed to have a unique temperament. When he saw Mr. Guanqi, he only felt that Mr. Guanqi had a gentleman's legacy, whether it was speech or behavior, there was a kind of simplicity and simplicity.

So Lu Jing smiled at Chen Xuanwu, came behind Mr. Guanqi, and waited quietly.

It's been a long time.

Mr. Guanqi read the "Xuanzhong Commentary" excerpted by Lu Jing.

He closed the new pages of the book that still had the fragrance of pen and ink, turned his head, and the voice of the primordial spirit fell into Lu Jing's ears again.

"Not in a hurry, not bad." Mr. Guanqi nodded: "Your lower script has also improved a lot, but compared with your cursive script, there is still a huge gap."

Lu Jing followed the etiquette of his disciples and saluted Mr. Guanqi: "This is an excerpt of the classics, so of course you can't scribble indiscriminately. Otherwise, if future generations read my excerpted classics and have many doubts, it is always bad."

"There are only those classics written in cursive. I also copy in cursive. If Mr. Guanqi thinks it is inappropriate, I will change it to lower case next time."

Mr. Guanqi waved his hand: "That's not necessary, you can write better in cursive, if someone knows how to write, you can see the dragon bone and phoenix in it at a glance, and you can also see the dragon and tiger in your heart from the ink.

That being the case, you might as well practice more fiercely. "

Lu Jing answered with a smile: "Mr. Guanqi thinks highly of me."

Many Confucian scholars in the distance saw that Lu Jing, who had just come to the Cultivation Tower not long ago, seemed to be communicating with Mr. Guanqi.

They looked at each other with shock in their eyes.

Everyone in the whole library knew that since Mr. Si vomited blood and died, Mr. Guanqi, who could not speak at all, did not want the soul to transmit his voice.

Chen Xuanwu's handsome face was also full of doubts.

"Master said that Mr. Guanqi should keep his mouth shut before his master returns to the human world, but today... Brother Jing, why are you talking to Mr. Guanqi now?"

"And Mr. Guanqi nodded again and again, as if he was still praising him?"

Chen Xuanwu couldn't help thinking of Mr. Shu Louzhu that his two senior brothers told him.

Especially the evaluation of Mr. Guanqi...

The Confucian scholars in the self-cultivation tower are thinking wildly.

Mr. Guanqi lowered his head and thought for a while, then suddenly raised his head and said to Lu Jing, "Come with me."

Lu Jing followed Mr. Guanqi downstairs and walked on the second floor, still wondering where Mr. Guanqi was taking him.

At this moment.

Lu Jing suddenly heard many people reciting poems beside the road.

"Don't let the day of yesterday be left behind, and worry about the day of today..."

...

"Ten years of life and death are boundless, don't think about it, never forget it..."

Among the Confucian scholars passing by, many of them were chanting these two poems in a daze.

Their eyes are full of respect for these two poems.

There will also be students in the library who mention the poets, and the respect will be stronger, just like talking about the fairyland in the sky.

Of course, occasionally people would talk about Lu Jing, wondering who had this kind of luck, and was able to find such a heavenly word.

even……

When Mr. Guanqi and Lu Jing were walking, Lu Jing also heard a young Confucian scholar saying to his companion seriously: "There are no such wonderful words in the world, and these two words came down from the sky. "

"Brother Zhou...the heavenly words are praising these two ques, not saying that these two ques come from heaven."

"No... no, the library has revised the history books of the founding dynasties, and there are also many poems that have spent a lifetime of effort in finding wonderful words in the world.

If this is a mortal word, how can it be buried? Even if there are no complete words, one or two sentences should flow out. "

"Brother Zhou, it's clearly written in the new dictionary of the bookstore. These two queer words were extracted by a person named Lu Jing. How can they be the best words in the world?"

"In this world, there are not many celestial beings who can see the fairyland in the sky, but there are some. Then Lu Jing must be a celestial being."

...

Lu Jing listened to these many rumors, and watched the Confucian scholars around him keep saluting to Mr. Guanqi, and followed Mr. Guanqi all the way up a small hill to a locust tree.

The locust tree is very old, its branches and leaves are swaying under the blowing of the autumn wind. Looking carefully, there are still many scars on the locust tree, which seem to be sword wounds, but they are thicker.

Mr. Guanqi stopped under the locust tree, this place is very quiet, I don't know if it is the second floor or the third floor.

Lu Jing was a little puzzled.

But Mr. Guanqi squatted down and pulled out many yellow weeds under the locust tree.

The weeds are all gone, and you wrote a few lines crookedly at the lowest part of the locust tree trunk.

"The tomb of the fourth Mr. Shulou..."

Lu Jing couldn't help feeling serious.

He once heard Sheng Zi talk about the master of Sujiao, that is, the great Confucian who entered Nanzhao alone, and he once said that the reason why the great Confucian packed his bags and left the library.

It was because Mr. Shulou Fourth vomited blood and died.

Lu Jing didn't know who Mr. Four was, but seeing Mr. Guan Qi cleaning up the weeds so seriously, he felt a little reverence in his heart.

He took a step forward, and under the crooked tombstone, he saw another line of extremely small characters.

That time was also ugly, like a child playing around.

"When I was young, I played around, and when I was young, I got nothing. When I was young, I studied and practiced swords. It was okay to study for nine years. Once I learned swords, I learned the way."

In just a few sentences, it seems that the whole life of this fourth gentleman has been described, in which there are jokes, debauchery, and majesty.

Mr. Guanqi turned his head, saw Lu Jing's eyes, and then stood up.

"Mr. Si is studying swords. He was struggling in the first half of his life, and his aptitude was also dull. He seemed to be able to accomplish nothing. But in that year, he shed the exhaustion of his body. He learned all the sword skills in the book building in one day, and achieved the Tao in one day."

Lu Jing could feel the deep reverence in Mr. Guanqi's soul transmission.

"Later, he was the sword-bearer of the library. He once beheaded the heavenly immortal who was in charge of the library. He also followed his master's footsteps into the Tianguan, but felt that the Tianguan was boring and returned to the world.

He is my senior brother and my guide. I brought you here today because I hope you will remember that there is such a person in my library. "

Mr. Guanqi speaks earnestly.

Lu Jing didn't know the cause and effect, he didn't hear the depth of it, he just nodded his head, and saluted like the tombstone of the locust tree of Mr. Guanqi.

Mr. Guanqi looked at him quietly.

After he finished his ceremony, he was about to take him back.

Suddenly... the wind suddenly picked up, a gust of autumn wind blew by, and the branches of the locust tree swayed.

Mr. Guanqi raised his head subconsciously.

But on the locust tree, a branch seemed to be a little different.

So Mr. Guanqi raised his hand lightly, his soul suddenly rose, his vitality surged, and he landed on the branch.

Click...

There was a crisp sound.

From that branch, a... wooden sword flew obliquely, and fell into Mr. Guanqi's hand.

The whole body of the wooden sword is dark black, and there are many mysterious lines on it.

These lines seem to be just decorations, but they also seem to contain something.

When Mr. Guanqi saw this wooden sword, his originally calm expression suddenly changed, and he became more melancholy.

Lu Jing looked curiously.

Mr. Guanqi seemed to understand something suddenly. He looked up and looked around, then at the old locust tree, and finally his eyes fell on Lu Jing.

"This is the black sandalwood sword that Mr. Si used to practice swords in the early years. Unexpectedly, Mr. Si hid it on this locust tree."

Mr. Guanqi seemed to be explaining to Lu Jing.

Lu Jing also stared at the black sandalwood sword.

Mr. Guanqi smiled: "I come here every few days, and it has been like this for twelve years.

But in the past twelve years, I have never discovered that this wooden sword is actually on this locust tree.

But I brought you here today, and it just so happens that the wind blows..."

Lu Jing was about to speak while thinking about it.

But he saw Mr. Guanqi lightly tossing the black sandalwood sword.

Lu Jing took the wooden sword without hesitation.

"This sword should belong to you. Now that your primordial spirit has reached the state of floating, you just need it."

Lu Jing was stunned, and then another light flickered in his mind.

"It turned out to be the red chance I got when I was extracting poems for the princess."

Only then did Lu Jing understand.

The chess watcher on the side has already started the return journey.

The voice of his primordial spirit still came.

"Aristocratic families and clans always have some rottenness, but the root of this rottenness is far away, and it cannot be changed by just one or two people."

"The same is true for the Lu family. Uncle Shen Xiao brought eight thousand Northern Qin captives to Taixuanjing from the border of the empire, and it is not fast.

At least three months, if you want to leave the mansion, you have to hurry up, but...don't be too reckless, not to mention that the world's etiquette is suppressed, even the few warriors in the Lu mansion...are also very strong. "

Lu Jing followed behind Mr. Guanqi.

Hearing Mr. Guanqi's whisper from the heart, he respected him even more.