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

"Lu Jing!"

Lu Jiang was panting heavily, his face was gloomy and terrifying, he clenched his hands tightly, and said with an angry face, "You actually practiced martial arts?"

Lu Jiang's shout finally caught Lu Jing's attention.

"This Lu Jiang lost his beloved horse and lost face in front of Mr. Xuehu. He was obviously furious and wanted me to take the blame for him." Lu Jing said in his heart, "And he is not a fool, he knows why he can manipulate me .”

In today's incident, Lu Jing was naturally also a victim. It was Lu Jiang's horse that went crazy first, and Lu Jing was almost hit by the crazy horse.

If it weren't for Lu Jing's constant visualization of the Great Sage Yantian, King of Ming Dynasty these few days, his spirit and physique would have improved a lot.

In addition, since yesterday, he has practiced the Crocodile Demon Bone Casting Art and the God Response Chapter, so that he has a little more means of self-protection when facing such dangerous incidents, so that he can avoid disaster.

Otherwise, when the crazy horse charged over and its front hooves fell, Lu Jing might be crushed and disabled, and he would have to live on the bed for the rest of his life.

If Lu Jing was unlucky, he might be trampled to death directly.

Under such a premise, Lu Jiang is not afraid of almost ruining his life, but instead wants to ask Master Lu Jingxing to make up for the face he lost...

"The people of the big clan are too ruthless."

Lu Jing secretly said in his heart: "Lu Jiang knew that he was not good at controlling the horse, and it was his fault. I had no fault in killing his horse to protect myself, so I didn't make things difficult for me at all, but instead accused me of martial arts training. ..."

Before he lost his thoughts, Lu Jiang had already taken a step forward, glaring at Lu Jing.

Lu Jing looked carefully, only to feel that the fiery breath from Lu Jiang's body flowed out, mobilizing the surrounding air, making it difficult for Lu Jing to breathe.

Lu Jing's eyes narrowed slightly: "This is... Qi and Blood Realm!"

"Lu Jing! The clan didn't assign you martial arts lessons, nor did they give you classics. Who taught you this martial arts? Where did you learn martial arts?"

"Don't you know that the Lu family has a rule that unless the elders agree, you must never practice other martial arts?"

While Lu Jiang was speaking, he approached Lu Jing step by step, and he was impressive: "Even brother Lu Feng was punished for this in the early years, Lu Jing...you forgot your identity!"

Lu Jiang didn't mention the dead horse beside him at all, but the anger in his eyes had already betrayed his mood.

"This black wind horse was given by Madam Zhu after I begged my mother for many days and asked her to speak to Madam Zhu in person.

The mother went through all kinds of troubles and said many good things to the woman to get such a horse.

Not only did I lose face in front of Mr. Xuehu today, the Black Wind Horse also died..."

Lu Jiang completely forgot that Lu Jing, who was of the same blood, was almost trampled to death by a horse just now, and walked towards Lu Jing with an aggressive tone.

But Lu Jing still stood there.

There was no fear on his face.

Because he knew that this matter must not be resolved, he simply did not back down and said: "Brother, even if I commit a crime, I will naturally be punished by the elders, and my aunt, Mrs. Zhong, is in charge of the mansion, why? You want to be a To be the family of this great mansion? Personally punish me?"

Lu Jiang's breath stagnates.

Lu Jing looked left and right at the scene, and said, "This is the West Courtyard of Uncle Shen Xiao's Mansion, not Guishan Courtyard.

Although there is no separate family in the two mansions of the Dafu, the clan brothers are not allowed to ride horses and walk in the courtyard other than Guishanyuan.

Today you were not only admitted to the hospital on horseback, but also committed crimes on horseback.

It seems that I am punished, and my clan brother can't take advantage of it. "

Lu Jing's tone was normal, but every word was full of reason.

"Okay, Lu Jing, okay! I haven't seen you for a long time, but your courage has grown."

Lu Jiang didn't move forward either, just squinting his eyes slightly, with a cold light in his eyes, staring at his unfavorable cousin.

A few breaths of time passed.

A chuckle suddenly interrupted the stalemate between the two.

"It's interesting." Mr. Xuehu, who had been silent all along, finally spoke. He slightly leaned over to look at Lu Jing and said, "You've actually practiced martial arts? I'm quite surprised."

"Master Xuehu, what happened today made you laugh..."

Facing Mr. Xuehu, the fierceness in Lu Jiang's eyes dissipated instantly.

But just as he was about to speak, Mr. Xuehu suddenly waved his hand and said, "Lu Jiang, you look a bit embarrassed, why don't you go back to your own courtyard to take care of it.

You also know that I have a relationship with Lu Jing, so I happened to have a conversation with him. "

When Mr. Xuehu was talking, his eyes were fixed on Lu Jing, and he never looked at Lu Jiang.

Lu Jiang was slightly taken aback, and his eyes were even more embarrassing.

He snorted coldly, took another deep look at Lu Jing, and turned to leave.

Seeing Lu Jiang leaving, Mr. Xuehu dismounted slowly.

He walked up to Lu Jing, looked around, and said with a smile, "The flowers and trees in Lu Mansion are quite beautiful. Lu Jing, you are also the owner of this Lu Mansion, why don't you walk with me?"

Mr. Xuehu spoke extremely slowly, but with a sense of determination, ordinary people would never have the thought of refusing to talk to him.

Lu Jing was silent at first, and after a few breaths, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

He never responded to Young Master Xue Hu, but turned his head to Qing Yue who looked nervous and worried: "There is a guest coming, you go and make a pot of tea."

"Yes, young master." Qing Yue responded and left.

Only then did Lu Jing turn his head to Master Xuehu and said, "I'm tired today, and I don't want to visit this garden that I can see all day long.

If Mr. Xuehu is willing, why not enter our courtyard and drink a pot of bad tea. "

After he finished speaking, he immediately turned around and walked into his courtyard.

The quiet and ordinary courtyard was wide open.

The gentle expression on Mr. Xuehu's face changed for a short time, but it returned to the original one.

He stepped forward and walked into Lu Jing's courtyard.

Outside the yard, the horse finally died, and the smell of blood came out, attracting many flies.

The smell of blood spread into the courtyard.

Qingyue suppressed her nausea and poured tea for Lu Jing and Mr. Xuehu.

The two teenagers didn't seem to smell the smell at all, they sat opposite each other and drank tea together.

"Lu Jing, how do you know my surname is Nan? Have you heard my name before?"

Mr. Xuehu took a sip of tea, and frowned in a rare way. It must be Lu Jing's tea, which is really too bad.

Lu Jing also drank tea, but his face was as usual, with a bit of satisfaction in his brows, and he replied: "I saw the jade pendant on your waist, and Lu Jiang's attitude towards you, so it's not hard to guess."

Mr. Xuehu lowered his head and looked at his waist. On the jade pendant as big as a thumb he was wearing, there was indeed a very small "South" character engraved on it.

"Maybe it was my maid who decorated it for me when I changed my clothes in the morning." He sniffled and said, "I thought I was already famous, even the concubine of the Lu family who has never left the Lu mansion for several years knows that My first name."

Lu Jing shook his head, changed the subject, and said suddenly: "Aren't you afraid that the horse will trample me to death, and the Lu family will blame the Nanguo government?"

Nan Xuehu looked at Lu Jing without saying a word.

Lu Jingjing nodded: "Indeed, a poor bastard is not important, and it is not worth the Lu family's feud with the Nanguo government... I think the Lu family will not be held accountable by the Nanguo government."

"Lu Jing, you guessed wrong. If you die, the Lu family will definitely blame the Nanguo government."

Nan Xuehu smiled: "It's just...but it's not for your life. As you said, the life of a bastard who is hated by others on weekdays and now becomes a son-in-law is actually not that important."

Lu Jing understood, and said, "When a person surnamed Lu dies, even if he is not important, many people would like him to die.

But this person died at the hands of the Nan family's disciples, the Lu family... always wanted something to sell that corpse for a good price. "

Nan Xuehu looked at Lu Jing with great interest.

"Lu Jing, you are smarter than I thought."