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

it's getting dark.

A half crescent moon hangs high on the left half of the sky, and in the light blue sky on the Dahuang Mountain, there are also a few residual stars scattered there.

A bonfire was set up under the moonlight and starlight.

Everyone sat around the bonfire, Taoist Huang Long looked at the rich lady on the other side of the bonfire with some vigilance.

The female officer in black looked at Lu Jing and Taoist Huang Long from time to time.

When she looked at Lu Jing, there was no hiding the respect in her eyes.

Not long ago, the female officer clearly saw Lu Jing's sword energy flowing out, flowing into the clouds like the moonlight of the stars and the moon, setting up a mountain of holding swords, beheading seven guests from the sky.

Her princess helped Lu Jing at critical moments, and the plan to repay her kindness was like passing water, and had to dissipate like those passing clouds.

Because of this, even though this female official has seen a lot of worlds, she does have a lot of respect for Lu Jing.

As for her looking at Taoist Huang Long, although she was calm and her eyes looked normal, there was still a sense of hostility in the deepest part of it.

The synesthesia whisk is indeed too precious.

As the treasure of Gantong Temple in Nanzhao, it is also the treasure of Nanzhao.

It even affects the whole world, and there are very few magic tools that can be compared with the synesthesia whisk.

What's more important is that the synaesthesia whisk is different from other precious magic tools. This magic weapon has no requirement for the holder's cultivation level. Even monks of the primordial spirit in the Rizhao realm can control this kind of treasure.

The only thing needed is probably the recognition of the synesthesia whisk.

And once this recognition is obtained, it is like the battle on the Great Barren Mountain just now. The ordinary female Taoist in front of me is only in the state of shining stars, but she can summon the heavenly king to come to the world. Shoulder to shoulder, but enough to be evenly divided with monks Chunyang and Yuque.

And these precious treasures originally belonged to Nanzhao and Gantong Temple, but now they are in the hands of this Taoist nun.

Her own princess and her knew that it was useless to use emotion and reason, which inevitably made the black-clothed female official feel angry.

"Zheng Pinghu, a master of Buddhism in Nanzhao and the No. 1 scholar in the 48th year of Yongping, recorded in the 42nd section of "Yongdao Zhi". Fu Taizu and Taizong raised troops, and the king of the people, Chen Baxian, killed the second emperor Taiwu and the national teacher, and the whisk fell into the hands of the founding emperor of Qi.

After that, the founding emperor of the Qi State presented this object to the former Domineering General, hoping to get help from the Domineering General. It was not until the Domineering General died that the dust whisk was obtained by the host of the Gantong Temple who went out to travel. "

"In addition to "Yongdaozhi", among the classics in the world, there are also "Chaoyinjing" written by Huang Yuanjun of Qi State, "Yuyuanji" written by an unknown person in the Taiwu Dynasty, and even miscellaneous notes written by Yu Xian, a traveling businessman in Dafu. This matter."

Lu Jing sat cross-legged in front of the bonfire, holding a few dead branches in one hand, adding firewood to the bonfire, his eyes fell on the dancing flames, and he talked.

"After all, Lu Jing lives in Taihua Mountain, and we are old acquaintances with Taoist Huang Long, and Taoist Huang Long... even specially brought this treasure to help me.

Although I don't know the identities of the two of you, but since I know the origin of the synesthesia whisk, I can't keep silent, but I have to say a few words. "

Lu Jing was like counting the treasures in detail, and he named out a series of books, all of which can be checked, which are Lu Jing's accumulation on the cultivation tower.

He was originally in the cultivation tower, and he had already read countless classics in the world.

Afterwards, there were too many trivial matters. Although Lu Jing was still studying in his spare time, it was no worse than those years in the cultivation tower.

Until he came to Taihua Mountain, the days on Taihua Mountain were long and peaceful.

Together with Lu Jing, he came to the cultivation tower of Mount Taihua, and there were many books that Lu Jing had never read, so these days, in addition to teaching the children on Mount Taihua, he also shared with the classics in the cultivation tower, Miscellaneous notes and travel notes are companions, but there are also many gains.

The female official of Nanzhao couldn't help being a little surprised when she heard that Lu Jing easily named three or five books, tracing the source of synaesthesia.

Princess Nanzhao was also surprised. She looked at Lu Jing up and down, and felt that the young man in white was worthy of being Mr. Shulou.

Taoist Huang Long said at this moment: "This whisk is left by my master, I don't know if it is the synesthesia whisk that you two are talking about, I just call it Huangwa whisk.

Huangwa Fuchen stayed in the Huangwa Taoist Temple in Taihua City for a long time, and he couldn't lose it in my hands. "

The young Taoist nun on the mountain who had never seen the world pursed her lips and spoke with stubbornness in her tone.

Princess Nanzhao thought about it carefully, then looked at Lu Jing again.

Lu Jing had finished filling the firewood in his hands, clapped his hands, and dusted off some dust.

"If Lu Jing didn't want to go to the Great Barren Mountain, Taoist Huang Long wouldn't have to bring the yellow tiles down the mountain. Although the Tianzhu on Taihua Mountain is incomplete, it can cover the breath of the dust after all, so there would be no dispute today.

In addition, the dust whisk in the Huangwa Taoist temple has a tortuous origin, and it cannot be said to belong to anyone. I don’t know how it fell into the Huangwa Taoist temple, and it flowed into Nanzhao Gantong Temple as before.

Therefore, Lu Jing had no choice but to intervene in this matter and make peace for it. "

Princess Nanzhao showed a slight smile, and said with a smile: "Sir, when it comes to the treasure of Yuanshen such as the synaesthesia whisk, how can you make peace at will?

If it were changed to my Nanzhao war period, the synaesthesia whisk would be enough to cause a war. Even today, news of such treasures has already flowed out, and I don’t know how many monks will covet them.

Mr. Lu Jing is famous all over the world, his virtue is noble, and he has kindness to many people in the world, and he has the arrogance to kill Tai Xuanjing, but what does this have to do with me in Nanzhao? "

The strange mark on Princess Nanzhao's forehead seemed to be glowing: "Shen Yudong has brought his nineteen pawns down Dahuang Mountain, and here is the other side of the mountain, too far away from Chongshan City.

In the final analysis, there are only you and me on the Great Barren Mountain. Mr. Lu Jing, you killed the guests from the sky with the truth of the world, and even the strong in the realm of the universe died in your hands.

But... I am a real human being, just as you said, I am unreasonable today, and want to let this synaesthesia fly fall into my Nanzhao country again, how can you stop it? "

Hearing Miss Huashang's words, Ning Yandong immediately became vigilant.

Taoist Huang Long's expression was slightly condensed, and she was also a little nervous.

The whisk in her hand could vaguely sense that the seemingly young rich lady in front of her had an unfathomable level of cultivation, her vitality flowed down from the void, turned into a transparent waterfall and landed on the mark between her eyebrows, submerged in silence and stillness Among them, the mystery is extremely mysterious.

Because of this, Taoist Huang Long would still be able to hide from the two of them when she was holding a treasure such as a synesthesia whisk.

Only Lu Jing shook his head without changing his expression and said, "It's not unreasonable. Just now Lu Jing mentioned the origin of the whisk, that is to say, it is also reasonable for treasures to be removed. It is reasonable for this kind of treasure to be transferred into the Taoist Temple of Huangwa. The princess said synaesthesia." It was a reason why Fuchen originally belonged to Gantong Temple in Nanzhao, and now it is also a reason why the princess wants to take Fuchen away based on her cultivation, there is no good or bad for these reasons."

Hearing Lu Jing say the word "princess", the expressions of Princess Nanzhao and the female officer in black all changed a little.

Princess Nanzhao took a careful look at Lu Jing and asked, "How does sir know my identity? I have practiced for a long time, not to mention this vast world. Even the many ministers of Nanzhao Kingdom may have forgotten that Nanzhao Kingdom still has my identity." I am such a princess."

Lu Jing smiled casually, and said calmly: "I offended the imperial court, and I don't agree with Bei Qin's way, but people always have to be prepared for danger in times of peace, and they have nothing to do on Taihua Mountain on weekdays, so they always have to study the way out, so as not to be caught in the future." When people come to kill people, they don’t know where they are going.”

"So I have read many classics and miscellaneous notes of Nanzhao Kingdom. It is recorded in "Records of State Affairs" that Nanzhao Xunshelong sent Princess Fengyang to Da Leiyin Temple to see Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha."

Princess Fengyang touched the mark of the Ksitigarbha Wheel on her forehead, and shook her head, "You can know the world's affairs by reading thousands of volumes. It's true. You only need to mention one sentence in such a remote book, and it will be remembered by Mister."

"I didn't really care about it at first, but here today, Miss Nanzhao, the Dizang Wheel, Buddha's light supernatural powers, and treasure hunting for Nanzhao overlapped. It inevitably reminded me of Princess Fengyang recorded in that book." Lu Jing said: " Just like what I just said, since all the reasons are reasonable, I can't blame Princess Fengyang for taking her by force."

When he said this, he turned his head and said to Aunt Huang Long: "Daoguan, can you take a look through the dust?"

Taoist Huang Long hesitated a little, but immediately saw Lu Jing's solemn expression, and remembered what Lu Jing had done that was widely rumored in the world, so she suppressed the hesitation in her heart and handed the whisk in her hand to Lu Jing.

Lu Jing looked down, and Fuchen looked ordinary, and there was nothing surprising about it falling into his hands.

"Sure enough, this kind of treasure can only display its power after recognizing its owner." Lu Jing said in a low voice.

Princess Fengyang of Nanzhao on the side also looked at Lu Jing, wondering what Lu Jing had done, but suddenly saw Lu Jing flicking his fingers in an instant.

The fly whisk in his hand was suddenly engulfed by a swift burst of vitality, and flew out of a distance of three feet.

Princess Fengyang was about to stop her, but she was suddenly confused by the wind and rain. Even if she was already a monk in the realm of heaven and earth, she would inevitably be blinded for a moment.

Suddenly, a ray of light descended from the land of three feet.

The night was already deep, and the moon hung high, just like a jade-colored joke.

And a drop of incense ash seemed to bounce off the jade-colored silk and satin, burning through a piece.

The only difference is that the curling clouds and mists in the burned area rose up and turned into a cloud ladder in a blink of an eye.

The synesthesia whisk landed on the ladder and was covered by clouds.

The Ksitigarbha wheel imprint on Princess Fengyang's forehead flickered, and her vitality was like a pool of cold water washing away the wind and rain.

When she looked intently, she saw that on the ladder in front of her, vitality was flowing crazily, heading straight to the sky, and she didn't know where it was going.

"What kind of treasure is this?" Princess Fengyang was a little surprised.

Lu Jing replied frankly: "This is the climbing ladder. I got it from the Dafu Taixuan Palace. If Princess Fengyang wants to grab it, I will use this climbing ladder to send the synaesthesia whisk thousands of miles away."

He didn't lie, because of Mr. Guanqi, he brazenly threw his sword at Emperor Chongtian that day, seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck, so he got this strange thing——【Climbing the Cloud Ladder】.

The female officer in black was a little frightened, and went straight thousands of miles away in the blink of an eye... These treasures are indeed miraculous.

Princess Fengyang frowned, she searched for seven or eight breaths of time, suddenly her expression turned pale, and a smile appeared on her face again.

"The Synaesthesia Whisk has been wandering outside for too long. In fact, my Nanzhao ministers have long forgotten this treasure, so it is really impossible to let him wander for a few more years."

Princess Fengyang smiled and said: "Since I can't get this synesthesia whisk, why should I offend someone like Mr. Lu Jing?

Today we have the friendship of the bonfire, and it is better to talk about homework than to be at war. "

Hearing these words, Lu Jing suddenly became curious.

The princess of Nanzhao, who looks like a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, is indeed somewhat unique in her behavior.

He was about to speak.

Suddenly, there was the sound of horseshoes on the mountain road.

Princess Fengyang and Lu Jing were puzzled...

With their cultivation base, they didn't realize that there was a person coming from the mountain road.

The female officer in black also stood up and was about to head towards the mountain road.

But it was also at this time that there were two more horses and two horses on the rugged mountain road.

Joyfully riding a horse at the front is a beautiful girl with two ponytails.

There is a faint burnt smell on the Dahuang Mountain, as if something like the sun roasts everything to make it more mature.

There is a little more red on the yellow rocks, as if a fire is ignited, and it burns all the way to the sky.

Both Princess Fengyang and Lu Jingju saw the figure behind the beautiful girl.

So they couldn't sit still any longer, and stood up one after another.

They saw a tall and majestic Beidi horse sitting on a thin old man.

The old man held the reins and rode the horse casually, but in the eyes of Lu Jing and Princess Fengyang, the old man seemed to be holding a ribbon from the sky, like riding a round of the sun.