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

Chapter 43

"Lu Jing, how old are you this year?"

Lu Jing was still reminiscing about Mr. Guanqi's name, but Lu Chongshan suddenly asked a question.

His tone was flat, without much emotion in it, but his eyes were fixed on Lu Jing, showing an inquiring look.

Lu Jing replied: "Uncle, I am over sixteen now, and in half a year I will be seventeen."

Lu Chongshan nodded, suddenly looked directly into Lu Jing's eyes and said, "The words you sent me that day... were excellent."

Lu Jing didn't speak, just bowed his head and listened.

Lu Chongshan thought for a while, and continued: "I have worries in my heart. Ten years have passed by in a hurry, but I still can't let go. I have been depressed for ten years, and I can't express my worries. To me, it's just annoying noises that make me even more unhappy."

"But you are the only one who makes me feel sad when I see it, and sad when I read it. It makes me very sad, but after these few days, my heart is not as numb as usual, but I have a lot more thoughts."

At this moment, the numbness in Lu Chongshan's eyes receded slightly, and his tone was sincere, as if he was speaking to his peers.

There was gratitude in the words.

Lu Jing was slightly taken aback, and then remembered the character of Lu Chongshan in that South China Sea story.

"My uncle... is different from the ordinary family masters, he speaks frankly and without much pedantry."

Thoughts flashed through Lu Jing's mind.

Lu Chongshan paused, and then said to Lu Jing: "When I was your age, I was very fond of poetry, and I was very good at brush and ink calligraphy. This piece of straw paper of yours makes my heart turbulent, Lu Jing, That’s all thanks to you.”

Lu Jing shook his head, and said with a calm expression: "Uncle is serious, but it's just a word I got by chance, a piece of ordinary pen and ink, it's not worth being an uncle to say thank you to the younger generation."

When Lu Chongshan heard Lu Jing's words, there was a slight smile on his face.

Maybe it's because he hasn't smiled for a long time, and that smile also looks stiff.

At this moment, Mr. Guanqi suddenly looked at Lu Chongshan.

Lu Chongshan nodded, and finally asked: "Lu Jing, I also want to ask you, where did you read this queer word from? Is it the collection of poems and words in Lufu Library Pavilion?"

Lu Jing's heart skipped a beat, because of Ning Qiang's and Lin Rendong's inquiries today, plus he had already expected it, when he entered the Bieshanyuan, he had already thought about the answer in his heart.

He said: "When I was still in Jiuhu when I was a child, my mother got a book of poems from somewhere and recited it to me from time to time. Over time, I also memorized it."

Lu Chongshan and Mr. Guanqi looked at each other.

Mr. Guanqi smiled, and Lu Chongshan turned his head again, and said with a smile: "Then your mother is very lucky. This Su Shi... was able to compose such poems, but it has never been known to the world. Even Mr. Guanqi has never heard of it. I have never heard of his name, but your mother got it by chance."

Lu Jing's face remained unchanged, and said: "There are countless strange people in the world, and there have also been many famous poets who have disappeared in the past dynasties. It is reasonable that Mr. Guanqi has never heard of it."

Lu Chongshan nodded, and asked suddenly: "Then... Who is the Li Bai who wrote the poem "Cutting off the water with a knife?" It was also your mother who read it from the mysterious poem book? Mr. Guanqi can read it from the poem. I have never heard of Li Bai's name."

Lu Jing felt a little helpless, but still said: "That's about it. There are so many strange people in the world. This Li Bai should also be a poet buried in history. Mr. Guanqi may not know the famous poets in the world."

"Mr. Guanqi is the master of Shulou, and he is also the editor of Shulou's poetry collection."

There was some deep meaning in Lu Chongshan's eyes, and his words were astonishing.

Lu Jing's expression finally changed slightly, and he couldn't help looking at Mr. Qi Guan again.

library!

It is the most fascinating place for scholars in the world. Dafu Shulou is the holy land of Confucianism and Taoism in the world. Mr. Shulou is also the most famous Confucian in the world, and is admired by thousands of scholars.

Lu Jing never thought that Lu Chongshan's best friend who couldn't speak came from the library, and he was the teacher of the library!

What made Lu Jing most helpless was that Mr. Guanqi was actually in charge of collecting and compiling the world's poems, which made Lu Jing suddenly at a loss as to what to say.

At this moment, Mr. Qi Guan on the side suddenly smiled again.

Lu Chongshan nodded, and said to Lu Jing: "Mr. Guanqi also said that there are countless people buried in the world, and it is just like what you said."

Speaking of this, Lu Chongshan hesitated for a while, then stood up suddenly, with a look of anticipation on his thin face.

"Lu Jing, apart from the ten years of life and death, have you seen other such collections of poems expressing sorrow from the poetry collection?"

Because of the lessons learned before, Lu Jing was afraid that there would be a lot of trouble again, so she subconsciously wanted to refuse.

But at this moment, another golden light filled his mind!

[Upper Nine: Look at the shoes and test the auspiciousness, and its rotation is auspicious. Xiang said: "Yuanji is on the top, and there is great celebration." 】

[A gentleman has an opportunity, think about it, don't miss it! 】

[Ji: Reject Lu Chongshan tactfully, for fear of too many complicated matters and more questions.

Benefits: There is no need to explain the origin of the poems, and a lot of troubles are saved; the vitality of the five life styles is obtained,

Disadvantage: For fear of losing many opportunities, it is difficult for Lu Chongshan to be more grateful to the adults. 】

[Daji: Follow along and copy a new word.

Pros: Lu Chongshan is very grateful. In the future, he may help you in trouble; he may get new opportunities; he will get the vitality of the three fates.

Disadvantages: Mr. Lu Chongshan and Mr. Guanqi will doubt the authenticity of the lyrics of the poetry anthology and the source of these words. 】

A lot of information exploded from Lu Jing's mind.

After weighing it for a while, Lu Jing made a plan.

This time there is no ominous sign, which means no matter whether Lu Jing chooses an auspicious or auspicious sign, there will be no loss, and the vitality obtained is only two ways away.

But……

"I wanted to use Lu Chongshan to break the cage of the Lu Mansion before. If I refuse at this moment, I'm afraid I will lose many opportunities as suggested by the fate of seeking good luck and avoiding evil."

"And I chose Daji because it's more troublesome to explain..."

"A gentleman seeks good luck and avoids bad luck. When auspicious signs and signs of great auspiciousness are in sight, and it is the current situation, you must not let great auspiciousness pass by."

Lu Jing's mood moved slightly, and she looked at the pen and ink on Lu Chongshan's desk.

Lu Chongshan quickly stepped aside.

Lu Jing was not polite, and stepped forward to write.

In an instant, that brush seemed to be connected with his blood, and as the brush and ink danced, the dragon and leopard changed, and it was done in one go!

When he writes, he can only see dragons and snakes running away, left and right frowning, startled by lightning, the wind is undulating, the long waves are swaying, and the lifting is undulating, which can be described as too beautiful!

Just a dozen breaths of time.

On the fine river silk paper, there are many characters on the side.

Mr. Guanqi had already stood up, looking thoughtfully at the pen and ink on the river silk paper.

Lu Chongshan even took a few steps forward, his eyes filled with anticipation and excitement, and he fixed his eyes on the new words written by Lu Jing!

The two stopped, as if they froze.

They carefully looked at the queer words on the paper, and Lu Jing's words matched the new words.

Mr. Guanqi's expression changed several times, some were surprised, some admired, some were pleasantly surprised, but finally turned into loneliness.

"Liu Yong? Is there really such a poet in the world? I have been an idiot for more than 30 years, but I have never read his poems..."

Mr. Guanqi thought in his heart.

Lu Chongshan was still muttering to himself: "Reading and going, there are thousands of miles of smoke and waves, and the dusk is heavy and the sky is wide.

Passionate since ancient times hurt parting, even worse, neglecting the Qingqiu Festival..."

"Okay, what a chilling cicada, late to Changting!"

"Ten years have passed, Jiaoniang has been gone for ten years, and my young daughter has also been gone for ten years. In this world, all kinds of luxuries and all kinds of scenery are of no benefit to me?

After many years, it should be a good time for a good time.

Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell? "

Tears welled up in Lu Chongshan's eyes, but he laughed loudly, as if all the sorrows in his heart for the past ten years had turned into tears, and the laughter was a little more joyful.

The time for a full cup of tea passed quietly.

Mr. Guanqi finally exhaled a foul breath and returned to the bamboo chair.

Lu Chongshan also carefully put the piece of river silk paper in place, and then looked at Lu Jing again.

There was silence for a few more breaths.

Suddenly, a pure and clear voice came from Lu Jing's mind.

"Lu Jing... your handwriting is excellent, better than many gentlemen in the library. There is still a shortage of a gentleman who extracts classics in the library... would you... would you like to come?"

When that voice came, Lu Jing immediately understood that this Mr. Qi Guan was communicating with his primordial spirit!

This is undoubtedly a kind of primordial spirit supernatural power!

But for some reason, Mr. Guanqi said this sentence intermittently, and it still seemed to be very difficult.

But at this moment, Lu Jing couldn't pay attention to these things, and the joy in her heart was self-evident.

"This is the so-called... opportunity!"

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