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

The setting sun is slowly setting, and the afterglow shines through the clouds, illuminating the charm of autumn, and outlines a bleak scene on the earth.

But because of the undissipated snow piled up on the side of the road, the sluggish sunshine seemed to be warmer.

Lu Jing and Ning Qianglin bid farewell to Lonicera, and with a wooden sword on their waist, they walked out of the small courtyard and Lu Mansion.

Outside Lu's mansion, several brave Chong'an princes guarding the gate with sabers on their backs had already become acquainted with Lu Jing in the past few days.

They also naturally heard from their colleagues that Princess Chong'an stopped and drove in the streets and invited this seemingly ordinary son of the Lu family to get on the sedan chair and go back to the mansion together.

Because of this, for many days, when these brave men saw Lu Jing, they always saluted Lu Jing.

Today, Lu Jing came back from the library and was about to go out again.

It was the same when it came, and there was a black sword on its waist when it left.

These powerful men from the Chong'an Palace, dressed in black, with surging energy and blood, had extraordinary eyesight. Of course, they could tell at a glance that the sword on Lu Jing's waist was a wooden sword.

They didn't find it strange.

After all, the world is full of strange things, and some Yuanshen monks use wooden swords. After all, there are some sacred trees in the world, which are naturally suitable for the coming of the Yuanshen and the communication of vitality.

So they looked at Lu Jingli's mansion.

They didn't find it strange, but Lin Rendong in the small courtyard felt a little puzzled when he saw Lu Jing's rare move away with a sword.

In the room, Ning Qiang still whispered to her, with a little anxiety in her brows, waiting for Lu Jing to come back.

Qingyue was pouring tea and water for them, she didn't know where Lu Jing was going so late, and she was still a little worried.

"The young master has not had dinner yet, so he went to work on that trivial matter. If he was busy later, he would inevitably starve."

Today's Qingyue is still wearing that floral dress.

The clothes that Lu Jing bought for her have not been worn a few times in the past few days.

Occasionally, when there is no one, I take out the clothes from the closet and put them on happily. After looking at myself happily, I change them and carefully put them into the closet.

But even an old floral dress can't hide Qingyue's extraordinary beauty.

Lin Rendong looked at Qingyue's back, turned his head and smiled at Ning Qiang, "This Lu Jing is a blessed one, this Qingyue is one of the most beautiful among the maidservants in the Lu Mansion."

Ning Qiang held a handkerchief in her hand, spoke in a very soft voice, and looked at Qingyue: "You are polite when you speak, Qingyue's looks are indeed natural, and no one in the Lu family can compare to her.

I went to Bieshanyuan that day, and I heard from several cousins ​​that Qingyue's appearance was average when she was a child, her complexion was not fair, and she had many red pimples on her face.

It's just that in the past two or three years, the girl has grown up and changed her appearance every year. Many shortcomings have disappeared, and she is much more beautiful than other girls. "

Only then did Lin Rendong understand why a girl like Qingyue could come to a concubine's courtyard like Lu Jing.

Lu Jing was extremely unfavorable in the mansion. She had lived in Lu's mansion for many days, and with Ning Qiang as her companion, she had heard some clues on many occasions.

Lu Jing's clothes are always the worst every season, and the dining room rarely provides them with food, and even the monthly salary is pitifully small, and is often deducted.

Lin Rendong didn't believe that it was only those in charge who dared to do such a thing of treating the young master so harshly.

Even if Lu Jing is just an unfavorable bastard, his surname is always Lu.

Lin Rendong didn't need to think about it to know that there might be some people with more noble status among them who were behind the scenes.

Thinking of this, Lin Rendong became even more curious.

"Lu Jing is in such a difficult situation, but he is able to practice martial arts with blood like waves.

I also saw that he cultivated the primordial spirit, which was only in the floating state before, but today I saw him standing under the scorching sun, feeling the vitality. "

Lin Rendong felt more and more that the concubine of the Lu family was extraordinary, and remembered that Lu Jing left with the sword just now...

"Going away with a sword, what are you going to do?"

Thinking of this, Lin Rendong couldn't hold back the doubts in his heart anymore.

But she saw her fingers lightly tap the table.

In a moment.

The girl's primordial spirit suddenly appeared between her eyebrows, the primordial spirit sat cross-legged and meditated, and from the primordial spirit's eyebrows, a transparent thought flew out quietly.

It is the divine sense!

Only when the primordial spirit becomes true, can the primordial spirit be distracted and go far away!

The girl in front of her, who was only about the same age as Ning Qiang, had already reached the Realm of Transformation!

In the Yuanshen realm, one is more difficult than the other, and one is stronger than the other.

At her age, she is already able to transform into a real soul, which shows that Lin Rendong has extraordinary talents, and she is worthy of being born in a famous family of souls.

Lin Rendong's divine sense came out over the wall, melted into the void and moved forward at high speed, hovering high in the sky.

From Lu Jing's departure until now, not too much time has actually passed.

Lin Rendong's spiritual sense soon saw Lu Jing walking slowly on the road.

At this time, Lu Jing's body was straight, with the strange black wooden sword on his waist, he didn't look around, but looked firmly ahead, and walked slowly.

Lin Rendong's spiritual sense was suspended not far from Lu Jing.

She looked at Lu Jing at this moment, but for some reason, she felt that Lu Jing had become more brilliant in the past few days.

I don't know if it's her illusion or the fact.

There are bandit gentlemen, such as gold and tin, such as jade and jade!

Lu Jing was dressed in long clothes, his face was as white as jade, and he had a very good appearance. His face was clear and calm, and the pupils of his eyes were still shining with clarity.

Coupled with the long sword at the waist, even if it was a wooden sword, it reminded Lin Rendong of a sentence.

Moshang is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

Lin Rendong followed Lu Jing like this, she clearly knew that such behavior was too disrespectful and lacked in virtue.

But at this moment, Lin Rendong was thinking...

"I'm a girl, just because I'm curious, so I just wander around, if I really see something I shouldn't see, I just avoid it." She sat in the Lujing courtyard, comforting herself like this.

Lu Jing didn't walk for a long time.

He was walking on the main road at first, then turned into several lanes, and came to a slightly wider street.

There are no homes on this street, only idle shops, and it is now evening, and the sun is almost setting.

These shops are all closed.

The breeze blew past, only a few bleak autumn leaves were blown.

Came here on this quiet street.

Lin Rendong looked at Lu Jing again, only to find that Lu Jing had come under a locust tree.

He bent down and patted the dust off the ground, and sat cross-legged under the pagoda tree in a slow manner, looking at the street entrance.

"What are you waiting for?"

Lin Rendong was even more puzzled.

It was also at this moment that another young man suddenly walked slowly in the distance!

The boy was tall, with a burly body and a high spirit, with an awe-inspiring look on his face.

He pursed his lips slightly, put his hands behind his back, and walked step by step.

With a dignified body, coupled with those eyes that radiate cold light, he has the prestige of a young martial artist.

"Southern Snow Tiger!"

Lin Rendong who was sitting in the room frowned suddenly.

"Why did Lu Jing come here to meet this Southern Snow Tiger? He wears a sword, and this Southern Snow Tiger's expression can't be called indifferent."

She is still wondering.

When Nan Xuehu saw Lu Jing sitting under the locust tree with a wooden sword, he frowned slightly.

"Are you really here?" Nan Xuehu's tone was a bit puzzled: "Although youthful spirit is rare, it depends on whether this spirit will hurt yourself.

Lu Jing, you are not stupid, why do you? "

Lu Jing didn't say a word, his body remained motionless.

He nodded slightly towards Nan Xuehu.

Nan Xuehu thought for a while, then nodded at him, and immediately took a step forward!

With one step, vigorous energy and blood suddenly rose from his body.

A furnace roared in his body, and a snow mountain erupted.

Massive amounts of blood and energy flew out like an angry dragon, wrapping around Nan Xuehu's body.

The strong power is like a round of scorching sun, piercing straight out.

He still had his hands behind his back, but his body seemed to be a bit more majestic than before, bringing a terrifying shadow and the sound of roaring blood.

"The peak of Daxue Mountain."

Lin Rendong's spiritual sense, which was hovering not far away, also retreated in a hurry and rose high.

Even if they are far apart.

This sliver of spiritual thought, still being burned by Nan Xuehu's thick qi and blood, gradually began to dissipate.

Nan Xuehu walked step by step, also walking slowly but firmly, he shook his head and said: "Since there is an agreement, even if the matter of inheriting the title has not been decided in the Nanfu, you still have to pay some price.

Although the spirit of youth is precious, it also has a price, and it should not be used in vain. "

Lin Rendong's spiritual thoughts vibrated slightly, and he felt that the Southern Snow Tiger in front of him had a ferocious aura and more blood, and the melting furnace and snow mountain were still stimulating strong blood.

When the masculine blood flowed out, even the cold autumn air on the bleak street was washed away a lot.

Lin Rendong was puzzled.

"Young spirit? Is this Lu Jing making an appointment to fight Nan Xuehu? Nan Xuehu becomes famous as a young man, and he will definitely be able to break into the Martial Dao Dayang soon. How can Lu Jing win..."

Lin Rendong's thoughts have not yet settled down.

Suddenly, Lu Jingyuan, who had never said a word, suddenly came out of his body and flew into the black wooden sword at his waist.

In an instant, the black wooden sword was unsheathed, and a cold light suddenly appeared.

Just like the radiance of the sun and the moon is as bright as a light, the wooden sword rises in the sky, flashing thousands of lights.

Chi!

The bright sword light swept over a distance of more than ten feet, carrying sharp vitality, and Qi Shang was shining with the light of the sun and the moon, and it flashed towards Nanxuehu like a stream of light.

As soon as the sword light moved, the tip of the sword approached Nan Xuehu's eyebrows in an instant.

The light flickering on it is harsh, and the sword light is cold!

The light of the sun, moon and sword finally revealed its brilliance.

Nan Xuehu was talking to him just now, but Lu Jing never said a word, nor did he move his body at all.

But when his primordial spirit came out of his body, he fell into the black sandalwood sword.

The unremarkable black sandalwood sword, the sword shines vertically and horizontally!

Even Nan Xuehu, whose eyes were always on Lu Jing, was completely unprepared.

Until the sword light was less than three feet away from his eyes.

The energy and blood on his body condensed, and the right hand on his back was like lightning, protruding out at an extreme speed.

Tap down with two fingers of the right hand.

clang!

With a crisp sound, two fingers full of tyrannical energy and blood landed on the black sandalwood sword.

The black sandalwood sword was moved by three inches, and the speed was much slower.

Nan Xuehu's body also moved sideways inconceivably.

The black sandalwood sword brushed against his ear like this, and chopped off a few strands of his hair.

The black sandalwood sword shot out violently, then flew back quickly, the speed reached the limit, and it floated in front of Nanxuehu like a ray of light.

Nan Xuehu stood not far away, gently stroking the broken hair on his shoulder with his right hand...

"Yuanshen Rizhao..."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at Lu Jing thoughtfully.