If You Can't Be A Son-In-Law, You Have To Become A Saint

Chapter 184 Martial Dao Great Sun

The three of them walked together, and finally Mr. Changsheng returned to the study building, and Wei Jingzhe went to Dongcheng to watch his world.

So Lu Jing walked alone on the street, and did not hesitate to walk a few more steps, and came to the bank of Zhutai River, intending to walk along the Zhutai River, walk through Yanyu Street, and return to Kongshan Lane.

In the cold water shadow, the thin night is reflected.

In the night, the thick fog above the head covered the moon in the sky. The moonlight seemed to pass through the gaps in the clouds and mist, overlooking Lu Jing, or sending Lu Jing all the way home.

Lu Jing walked alone, and the two treasures of calling the wind and the rain were still hanging on his waist.

Since it is a weapon in your hand, it is natural to cultivate and sharpen it with your soul, mind, blood, and martial arts spirit from time to time.

Because of this, the swordsmen and swordsmen in the world, even if they have a Qiankun bag, will always wear a sword on their waist, and the swordsman who shoots out the cold light and stars will always walk with a spear on his back.

Lu Jing's spiritual sense was separated from his primordial spirit, and he fell into the Rain Calling Sword to perceive the many mysteries in it. The originally indifferent spiritual sense and vitality flowed into the Rain Calling Sword, and became more sharp and thick.

The right hand is pressed on the handle of the Hufeng Knife, and the spring thunder qi and blood around the body are rolling, like a long river flowing between his body and the Hufeng Knife.

If other martial arts monks saw Lu Jing at this moment, they would see a furnace burning with energy and blood, reflecting the sky and the earth.

Ordinary ghosts are not allowed to get close.

Martial Dao spirit... For most martial arts monks, only the innate nature of martial arts, the fusion of innate blood and their own beliefs, can obtain its essence.

But today's Lu Jing, who is only a snow-capped mountain, already has the spirit of Chunlei... This is one of the reasons why Lu Jing can be recognized by Hufengdao with a snow-capped mountain.

"Nine gods hold the mystery..."

Lu Jing walked slowly, dressed in white, which was not dazzling in the fireworks of the world around her, but she had an air of elegance.

When the cold wind blew by, there was a whimpering sound from the Exhaling Wind Knife.

The Qi and blood that burst out from Lu Jing's physical body in the snow-capped mountains became thicker and thicker.

Law enforcement thunder lingers under Lu Jing's primordial spirit, and also flows in Lu Jing's blood.

When the spirit of Chunlei, law-abiding and thunder merged into Lu Jing's energy and blood, and he relied on his martial talent, how many martial arts monks have been stumped... When Lu Jing was strolling by the Zhutai River, he suddenly felt collapsed.

Nine levels of martial arts, each level is sad and another level is difficult!

The sun rises behind the snow-capped mountains, which marks the transition from the fourth realm of martial arts to the fifth realm!

The raging energy and blood gushed out from Lu Jing Snow Mountain, flowing and merging into every inch of his flesh and bones.

And when Lu Jing's flesh, bones, and fascia all glowed red, his internal organs were also shrouded in tyrannical qi and blood.

The qi and blood flowing out of the snow-capped mountains seemed to have reached a certain extreme. The thick mist of qi and blood rose up, condensed in the sky, and finally turned into a ball...

scorching sun!

The scorching sun is slowly rising, shining high above the snow-capped mountains!

The qi and blood in the snow-capped mountains gradually boiled, turning into mist and merging into the qi and blood yang.

The qi and blood were shining all over the sun, and the Chunlei spirit in Lu Jing's qi and blood became unparalleled, and the continuously flowing qi and blood also turned into the light of the sun and shone on Lu Jing's body.

Lu Jing's expression didn't change, and his body didn't seem to change, but those yang lights had already penetrated deep into his bones, shining on his bone marrow and internal organs.

All of a sudden, Lu Jing's bone marrow was also glowing red, and his internal organs became more rigid!

"Martial Dao Dayang..."

Lu Jing was still walking silently in the night, the surging blood and the suddenly stronger body were strange to him for a moment.

"Crack."

Lu Jing took another step forward, only to see that the huge bluestone bricks under his feet had cracked, a ray of energy and blood permeated the ground, and the ground was covered with dense cracks for an area of ​​ten feet around...

But in just a short time, when Lu Jing took another step, the energy, blood and strength of his whole body had been completely mastered by him.

He once again strolled along the banks of the Zhutai River in a light and calm manner...

"The brilliant green fate of a martial genius has indeed made my martial arts talent more prosperous."

Lu Jing thought so in his heart, in addition to the divine and martial genius, the nine gods holding the mysterious method, the spirit of the spring thunder, and the law-abiding thunder also played a great role in breaking the barrier of the martial arts.

"After traveling for a long time, I finally made another step."

He let out a long breath.

Martial Dao Dayang, Qi and blood penetrate deep into the bone marrow, internal organs are strong and hard, skin, flesh, fascia and bones can also be called transformation, the strength in the body is like a ten thousand catty hammer every move, and even swords can be forged with bare hands!

For Lu Jing, breaking through the Martial Dao Dayang from the snow mountain realm means that... the Gentleman's Wrath is a bright green destiny, and its power is even stronger.

Under the Gentleman's Dao and Fate, within five steps of the enemy, one's own energy and blood, physical strength and martial arts power will be greatly improved. Although this fate is also limited, the stronger one's own martial arts cultivation is , and the bonus range is correspondingly weakened.

But for Lu Jing, who is currently a great martial artist, this destiny...is still extremely tyrannical.

The night was fading, and Lu Jing returned to Yanglu Street and Kongshan Lane in this fading night.

In the small courtyard, there seems to be a unique fireworks. Before Guan Changsheng and Lu Jing parted ways, he invited Lu Jing to go back to Hanmo Academy and drink green plum wine together.

But Lu Jing was thinking about Qingyue in her heart, so she wanted to go back earlier, if not for the surge of energy and blood in her body, the snow mountain would burst out and turn into a sun.

Lu Jing will not go to the banks of the Zhutai River and take a walk.

Just as Lu Jing thought, Qing Yue was still waiting for him even though the night was dark.

In the kitchen, there was a steaming scent coming from the nostrils. As soon as Lu Jing entered the small courtyard, Qing Yue poked her head out of it. She bent her eyebrows and smiled at Lu Jing as usual.

The eyebrows and eyes are as leisurely as the distant mountains, and the smile is also like a spring breeze.

Qingyue... is still as gentle as ever.

"Master, just wait a moment, I'll make an appointment for you."

In the main house.

Lu Jing was eating noodles, and as before, the steaming noodles in clear soup emitted heat, floated two or three feet up the porcelain bowl, and finally died in the cold of the winter night.

But the aroma of this bowl of noodles was taken into Lu Jing's mouth and swallowed.

Qingyue sat next to Lu Jing and looked at Lu Jing, her eyes were clean, like the whisper of the breeze, she was whispering something to Lu Jing.

In addition to the usual clear noodle soup...

"Today I passed by Liuye Street and heard an old man yelling, so I brought back a catty of bamboo Ye Qing."

Qing Yue said: "Although it's just the old man's homemade wine, it can't be compared with the real famous wine, but today I brought back some chrysanthemums from Mr. Eleven.

Chrysanthemum Boiled Bamboo Ye Qing can add another flavor, young master, try it. "

With anticipation in Qingyue's eyes, she handed Lu Jing a steaming drink.

Lu Jing finished a bowl of noodles in a few mouthfuls, then took another sip of the wine.

In winter in Taixuanjing, there were no chrysanthemums except for the library.

Even this bamboo leaf green should be old wine, but when the wine flowed into Lu Jing's throat, the aroma of bamboo leaf green and the fresh air of chrysanthemums merged into a special and strong taste, sweet and clear.

Lu Jing's eyes brightened slightly, and Qing Yue poured him another glass.

The two were talking in this night, like many nights before.

After Qingyue learned the way of herbs and medicine with Mr. Shiyi, this small courtyard has also undergone many changes.

For example, there is an extra pot of crabapple flowers in Lu Jing's main house.

Begonias should be in full bloom in August and September, and now it will be the end of the year in a few days, but this pot of begonias is already blooming vigorously.

Winter nights, dense fog, blooming crabapples, the aroma of chrysanthemums cooking wine, the empty porcelain bowl... plus Lu Jing drinking, all make people drunk with crabapple.

Tonight, Qingyue saw that Lu Jing returned safely, the white clothes on her body were free of smoke and dust, and there was no wrinkle in the slightest. This jade-like boy was sitting beside her, which made her feel even more delighted.

So the smile on her face increased, and she secretly made a decision...

"You must study hard with Mr. Eleven."

She thought in her heart: "If it wasn't for the medicine classics written by Mr. Shiyi, how would I know that chrysanthemums can be cooked with bamboo leaves.

Learn more things, and you can cook more wine for the son in the future. "

Some people's wishes are so simple and unadorned, as if the meaning of their choice of their own path ultimately points to the person in their hearts...

——

In addition to the way of grass and trees, Mr. Eleven seems to have taught her a method of breathing that is more suitable for her.

Qingyue's room is also filled with flowers and plants, the fragrance is not strong, but it seems that there is a more unique power lingering in it, which makes Qingyue breathe more effectively.

Qingyue is practicing.

Lu Jing is also resting, he sits on the bed and visualizes the great sage of Ming Dynasty Wang Yantian.

The Dharma image of Daming Wang Yan became more and more clear, especially the ball of Divine Fire of the Great Ming King in the hands of this mysterious Dharma image, every detail fell into Lu Jing's mind.

And between Lu Jingyuan's brows, the three Great Ming King's divine fires were still burning, and the law and thunder appeared indistinctly in the divine fires, which made these divine fires very different.

The divine fire was burning, a gust of wind blew by, and wisps of vitality rained down, and the divine fire burned even more vigorously.

[Mysterious Sutra of Calling the Wind and Calling the Rain]...

The Dongyue Alchemy Mystery Code that Lu Jing practiced before was actually a broken one.

It can only be used for Lu Jing to complete Huazhen and step into the realm of divine fire, but the subsequent practice methods are missing.

The reason why Lu Jing was able to step into the third level of the Divine Fire and the peak of the Void Realm of the Divine Fire was because of the Profound Sutra of Calling the Wind and Rain from the Hufeng Knife and the Rain Calling Sword.

As early as in the test in front of the palace, the second level of the Rain-calling Sword is the Mingwu [Rain-calling Sutra]. Lu Jing's recitation of the Mingwu Rain-calling Sutra has also become the key to victory.

The [Hufeng Jing] is hidden in the Hufeng Knife, and the two phases are combined into one, which is the complete [Xuanjing Sutra].

This mysterious code of refining is quite mysterious, the vitality of the outside world is incorporated into the primordial spirit, turned into wind and rain, blowing and falling, can nourish the primordial spirit, make the divine fire more vigorous, and even ignite more divine fires.

"It's not easy to comprehend this Yuan Mystic Code, but it's much stronger than Dongyue's Refined Mystic Code."

"I don't know where this mysterious scripture came from? The Rain Calling Sword and Wind Calling Sword are swords worn by immortals. Could it be that this Mysterious Book of Calling Wind and Rain also came from Ming Yujing in the sky?"

Lu Jing's mind sinks into the primordial spirit, comprehending the Xuanjing of Calling the Wind and Calling the Rain...

"In this classic, there are two other supernatural powers.

The first is called "Inducing the Wind", the second is called "Calling the Rain"...they are truly mysterious supernatural powers. "

The Divine Fire Realm...is different from the Realm Transformation Realm.

Once on Shenhuo, the vitality that can be controlled will be more abundant, and the connection between your own Shenhuo and heaven and earth will be closer.

All kinds of breaths in the world, and many natures, will also be called by the fire of the gods and turned into supernatural powers to defend against the enemy.

A strong cultivator of Divine Fire can gather hundreds of thunders, transform huge rocks into shape, and accumulate clouds and mist to bring about violent storms...

This is also the fundamental reason why monks of the six realms of primordial spirit are different from monks below the six realms.

"If one can climb to the peak of the Divine Fire Extreme Realm and skillfully use the supernatural powers of attracting wind and summoning rain, the strong wind can blow away the bones of innate monks, and the rain can drip through the lives of the strong.

This... is the real primordial spirit supernatural power. "

Lu Jing felt emotional, and then frowned again, and looked down at the Wind Husking Knife and Rain Calling Sword at his waist.

Each of these two swords has a mysterious sword intent and sword intent.

"Sword intent and sword intent are the key to calling wind and rain without being punished by heaven.

Although the two magical powers of attracting wind and summoning rain are powerful, they can only be used to defend against the enemy. If they want to change the time of day and prevent disasters from heaven and earth, it is not enough, and they will be punished by spring thunder from heaven and earth. "

With this in mind, Lu Jing caressed these two third-grade treasures with his palms. He could vaguely sense the strange aura flowing in the Rain Calling Sword and Wind Exhaling Sword.

For some reason, Lu Jing suddenly thought of the Hezhong Road where Dazhuguo took him.

Thinking of those dead bones and the stories of those people eating each other, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious...

"If the monks in the world can not fear the punishment of heaven, maybe the supernatural powers will be truly used by people, and the world will be better."

When Lu Jing thought about this, he felt a bit of hostility in the soul, and just for a moment, a mighty aura flowed out like a spring, suppressing the hostility and making Lu Jing much clearer.

"Don't be impatient, since you already have some ideas and ambitions, just keep moving forward."

Lu Jing thought like this, but his thoughts gradually sank into his mind.

In my mind, the palace transformed into the style of seeking good luck and avoiding evil is shining brightly, shining golden light.

"Before taking charge of the Law Thunderbolt, I never broke into the Divine Flame. This is a sign of great evil..."

"Under the choice, I have obtained five hundred life-level vitality, a bright green opportunity, and there is still a strange thing."

For such harvest, Lu Jing is quite satisfied.

"With these five hundred life stats, you have a foundation after all. After accumulating for a period of time, you can make Canlu's life qi go to a higher level."

Lu Jing's eyes flickered, and various kinds of bright green fates appeared in his mind.

[Righteousness like a rainbow], [Shenwu Genius], [The Fate of the Fighting Star Official], [A Gentleman's Wrath], [Soldier Bone]...

These types of bright green fate are the important reasons why Lu Jing's combat power is far superior to that of the same level.

In addition, the two sword qi of Fuguang and Dongjun, and the spring thunder sword intent and spirit he cultivated also played a key role.

"In addition to these five bright green fates, the other bright yellow fates are equally effective."

Lu Jing's eyes fell on the fate of [运进].

The original Yangcheng-level comprehension fate was promoted to the Minghuang level when Lu Jing grasped Mr. Jiu's famous knife [Zhan Qingshan] in Hanmo Academy and understood the spirit of Chunlei.

Now it has become 【Penetrating Fate】...

"A bright yellow-level piercing fate can be upgraded to a brilliant green fate, and it needs 800 fate vitality, and there is no rush."

Lu Jing thought in her heart: "There is nothing to worry about now that you can understand fate, you just need to be patient and truly understand the two supernatural powers of guiding wind and summoning rain.

Fate and vitality, let's save it for the time being... I don't know what the effect is if the genius of martial arts goes one step further... Maybe I can become the youngest monk in the seventh realm in the world. "

When Lu Jing thought of this, she no longer focused on many fates.

His faith fell on the strange object he got under the ominous appearance this time.

In the white light group, there is a faint aura rising continuously.

[Great Ninth Five-Year Qi...]

【Come on, Ninth Five-Year Plan, the flying dragon is in the sky, see you sir! 】

[The air of Dagan Ninth Five-Year, where the breath is kept, and the mind is moved, there will be a Dagan flying dragon in the form of flying dragons, flying Ling Tian Ladder in an instant, and can reach all directions in the world. 】

Just a few lines of text clearly revealed the strangeness of this strange thing.

"The spirit of the ninety-five-year plan... As long as I move my mind, a flying dragon will descend, and I can fly to all directions in the world on the dragon in an instant.

The prerequisite is the so-called place to keep air. "

Lu Jing was thoughtful: "Keep my own energy..."

His eyes fell on this small courtyard, and then on the calligraphy and paintings on the table in the main house, and immediately thought of the library, and the books he had read...

All of these have his own spirit.

"This strange object is quite mysterious. Although it is useless at present, it can be prepared for emergencies."

Riding a dragon can travel tens of thousands of miles in an instant...it is indeed worth yearning for.

——

Everything in Taixuanjing, even Lu Jing's life, returned to its original place.

The death of the third son of the Li family in Xuandu on Wulong Street didn't seem to change anything.

But two or three days.

The carriage of Huaishi Palace was parked at the entrance of Kongshan Alley as usual.

Lu Jing once again became a prince's young teacher and a scholar.

The difference is... At this time, Lu Jing is finally no longer the white body of the past.

At this time, Lu Jing still had no official status, but when he was walking in Taixuan Palace and on the streets of Taixuanjing, many distinguished adults would get off the carriage when they saw him, with smiles on their faces , talk to him.

In today's Taixuanjing, everyone knows Lu Jing, the leader of the Taixuan youth.

The two treasures of calling the wind and rain on his waist, and the tailor-made white clothes on his body are the evidence.

Among the many big houses in Taixuanjing, among the young masters and ladies, no one can be more expensive than the current Lu Jing.

He held power in the true sense and was not afraid of high officials.

In just a few days, Lu Jing was walking in the street, seeing injustice occasionally, but she did follow the law.

His figure appeared, and as soon as his words uttered, no one would think that the young man in front of him was not qualified to enforce the law...

In the past, there were still some people who thought that although Lu Jing was an arrogance, he had nothing to rely on, and was just a teacher.

But now... the sword on Lu Jing's waist, his own divine fire cultivation, and the occasional thunder that flickered in his eyes are all his reliance.

His reliance is himself...

And Lu Jing, as always, taught and educated people step by step.

Until the day before New Year's Eve, Qingyue hadn't returned from Mr. Eleven's place. Lu Jing thought about buying some good wine and food tonight, so she didn't need Qingyue to cook, so she invited Ning Qiang, Lu Yi, Lu Qiong, and Lin Rendong , get together.

Tomorrow's New Year's Eve, Jiuhu Lu's family has a lot of rush, so they will not be able to get together again.

A new wine shop opened on Yangsheng Street, selling osmanthus wine. Lu Jing came here admiringly. While drinking, there was laughter behind her.

"Once this sweet-scented osmanthus wine is aged, its aroma will be lost, and it will taste quite bitter in your mouth.

To drink such wine, one must drink new wine. "

The voice was free and easy, even somewhat self-satisfied, and reached Lu Jing's ears.

Lu Jing turned around, but saw a young man in a simple gray long coat with a red gourd tied around his waist, looking at the sweet-scented osmanthus wine in his hand.

The young man looked quite young, but he had white hair, and his free and easy eyes seemed to contain deep mountains, rivers and seas, and the changes of time.

Even when Lu Jing looked at him, he felt that the person in front of him... really had a unique character.

"There are no sweet-scented osmanthus in full bloom in winter, so how can we buy new wine?"

Lu Jing's white clothes are floating, and she doesn't reject people thousands of miles away. She said with a smile: "Senior, what you drink with aged osmanthus wine is not the aroma, but the taste of fermented wine. It's a bit bitter at first taste, but it can linger on the tongue and moisten your mouth. Dispel cold in the lungs."

The white-haired young man shook his head, with a disgusted look on his face: "When I'm old, I don't want to drink these bitter wines.

I also came to Taixuanjing when I was young, saw the prosperity of Taixuanjing and tasted the fine wines in Taixuanjing.

At that time, there were no sweet-scented osmanthus in Taixuanjing, so I went to Guinan Road alone, moved an sweet-scented osmanthus and planted it in Xicheng.

Now when the season comes, the sweet-scented osmanthus street on that street is called Osmanthus Street. Speaking of which... this old osmanthus wine may only have been available since then. "

When the white-haired youth said this, there was emotion in his eyes.

"Now that I don't come to Taixuanjing again after many years, it's not like that, young man You."

(end of this chapter)