If you can't be a son-in-law, you have to be sanctified

Chapter 115 The Buddha-killing Bodhisattva Dharma, There Is No Moment of Compassion, No Image of Grace

A grain of millet planted in spring will yield thousands of seeds in autumn.

There is no land in the world, and the farmer still starves to death.

There was no indignation in Lu Jing's eyes, nor did he complain about the injustice of the world.

He just felt that these children in front of him should not be so pitiful.

The oldest of the four children was only eight or nine years old, and the youngest girl was only four or five years old.

But at this moment, the girl blinked, and the stain on her face still couldn't stop the hope and anticipation in her eyes.

She may think that her mother is just sick or just asleep.

Now that I have food, I just need to wake her up and let her have a good meal, then my mother can wake up and continue talking with her.

But how can life and death in this world be reversed so easily?

Lu Jing smiled at the little girl, and said softly, "Hurry up and eat, there's still so much here, I'll leave it to you, it's not too late to eat when your mother wakes up, you call her now, instead of disturbing her." he."

The little girl looked at Lu Jing ignorantly, because she had been displaced for a long time, she didn't know how to thank her, so she just squatted down and continued to eat the food on the oiled paper.

Lu Jing just looked at it like this. Under the influence of his modern soul and memory, he always felt that this kind of world was not actually prosperous or prosperous.

But Lu Jing was equally rational.

He doesn't think he can make the world better with his current ability, nor does he think that he can achieve the great harmony of the world by himself.

It's just that when this happens on the road, I can give away some leftovers that the nobles don't eat, but it's within my power.

Just when Lu Jing was thinking.

The oldest child held a piece of white meat in his hand, looked at it carefully, and pushed the two pieces of oil paper under Lu Jing's feet.

Those two pieces of oiled paper were very close to Lu Jing, these children might be timid and never ate the food on them.

The little boy murmured like a mosquito: "My... my lord, you can eat some too."

Lu Jing turned his head and took a careful look at the boy.

When it is extremely difficult and extremely hungry, he still does not forget the donors in front of him, and his xinxing is not bad.

So he nodded, picked up a piece of simmered deer tendon on the oiled paper, put it in his mouth, chewed it twice, and said, "You guys go ahead and eat it, I've already eaten it, I'm not hungry."

Lu Jing's words fell.

The little boy quickly stood up, bowed deeply to Lu Jing, and then continued to bury his head in eating the food in front of him.

About ten breaths later, the boy turned his head to look at the woman behind the locust tree, his eyes were full of tears but he didn't cry out, and he also secretly looked at his younger sister beside him.

Maybe it was because he was afraid that crying would scare the little girl.

It was at this moment that Lu Jing seemed to hear something. He frowned and stood up slowly.

Several children looked up at him.

Lu Jing picked up the jade wine jug containing Yudao sake beside him, and said to the children, "You guys wrap up the food and leave quickly, Su Weilang is here."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of those children changed instantly.

They hurriedly wrapped the oiled paper in front of them.

The little girl was still thinking about the woman under the locust tree, but the little boy whispered a few words carefully in the girl's ear.

The girl's eyes lit up, and she asked in a childish voice, "Are there really immortals under this locust tree?"

The boy nodded heavily: "Yes, mother only needs to sleep here for two or three days, and then she will recover.

But the god on the tree doesn't want other people to disturb..."

……

In Lu Jing's ear, the voices of a girl and a boy could be heard.

He had already turned around and walked out of the quiet alley carrying the jug of wine.

Turned the corner and walked more than ten steps on Yanglu Street.

Then I saw three Su Weilang in red uniforms and tall hats with official knives walking forward.

Dafu Taixuanjing does not have a curfew.

But there are also guards patrolling at night to maintain order.

Although Lu Jing didn't know what Su Weilang would do when he found those children.

But just looking at the fearful appearance of those children, one knew that the result would not be much better.

So Lu Jing walked forward, still holding the flagon in his hand.

With the surge of Qi and blood in his body, his eyes were a little dazed, and his face was also a little flushed.

The three Su Weilang saw a drunk person walking by, and subconsciously wanted to ask.

He also saw that Lu Jing was not noisy, and although the clothes on his body were not very luxurious, they were worth a lot of money.

Coupled with the fact that Lu Jing was young and bookish, and his face was very handsome, the guards didn't want to pay attention.

In Taixuanjing at night, there are too many people drinking and having fun, and there are also many people who are drunk on the street. If everyone wants to control them, not to mention these old guards, even the patrolling army on duty can't control them.

But just as they passed the young man, the jade flagon in Lu Jing's hand suddenly fell from his hand.

The jade jug fell to the ground.

click...

With a crisp sound, the jade was instantly torn apart.

Among them, the precious jade rice sake was also sprinkled on the ground, and the aroma of the sake was tangy.

These Su Weilang have also practiced martial arts, although they have never cultivated blood, but when they smelled the aroma of this wine, they felt that their minds were much clearer!
"This wine is extraordinary..."

Su Weilang, who was the leader, immediately stopped, walked towards Lu Jing, and respectfully said: "I don't know which prefecture you are from? But you lost your way?"

Su Weilang, who was about 40 years old, half bowed and smiled at Lu Jing.

Lu Jing narrowed his eyes and said, "I live in Jingyin Street, but... I searched for it, but I can't find where Jingyin Street is."

When Nasu Weilang heard the word Jingyin Street, he immediately greeted the other two colleagues.

"You support this young master. There are few people in Yanglu Street, so don't worry too much. Let's send this young master back first..."

The other two Su Weilang immediately came forward, supported Lu Jing, and walked towards the entrance of Yanglu Street.

In fact, Lu Jing earlier just wanted to procrastinate for a while.

Several children brought several big bags of food, and they couldn't run fast.

But he didn't expect these Su Weilang to be so enthusiastic.

Surrounded by Su Weilang, Lu Jing headed towards Jingyin Street.

Everyone drifts away.

But it was on the roof of the house in the quiet alley just now.

A girl in white Bixialuo, a tight gray jacket, long hair tied down, pure black hair, just sitting on the roof without any restraint.

This young girl's robe is fluttering, her lips are red without spots, and her eyebrows are green without draw.

She glanced at the direction where the children disappeared, then looked at the figures of Lu Jing and those Su Weilang.

The girl's eyes were clear, and under the faint moonlight, there was a bit of light revealed.

She seems to have been sitting on that roof.

But neither the passers-by, nor the children, Su Weilang, or even Lu Jing had ever seen her.

The girl wrinkled her nose, as if she smelled the aroma of wine on the street.

"Precious wine mixed with blood and grass... because of these homeless children, it was broken like this?"

-

Lu Jing finally returned to Jingyin Street under the "protection" of those Su Weilangs.

Several Su Weilang also got their wish and waited for the reward from the young nobleman.

Although three taels of silver is not much.

But anyway, they just walked one more time, and they were overjoyed to have this kind of income.

This kind of thing can't be encountered every day.

Because of this, when Lu Jing staggered into Jingyin Street, the other two Su Weilang shared the money, and they sincerely admired the leader.

Lu Jing entered Jingyin Street, then returned to Gu Yue Tower, and entered the wing room.

But she found that Qingyue was packing something in a panic.

Taking a closer look, Qingyue bought a lot of needles and threads, and she didn't know what she was embroidering.

Lu Jing was still thinking about what happened today, and entered the room without knocking on the door.

There was no complaint in Qingyue's eyes, Lu Jing saw that she was hiding in a hurry, so he just pretended not to see, and didn't ask.

"Young Master, when you were not in the room at night, many people asked Xiao Er to ask, some were residents of the Gu Yue Building, some were outside guests, and they all wanted to invite you to talk.

They also sent name cards. "

Qingyue pointed to a stack of famous posts on the table, her eyes lit up: "Young master, I dare not touch these famous posts, so you should take a quick look."

At this time, there was some dazed look on Lu Jing's face, he nodded casually, and stepped forward to carefully look through those famous posts.

However, it was discovered that among these famous posts, there were indeed several characters.

"General Xuanwei, General Ningyuan... and invitation cards from several prestigious families in Xuandu."

"These people generally want to recruit me as a doorman."

Thinking of this, Lu Jing felt a little headache again.

How could he get through so many invitations?If you don't go, you will always have to respond one or two times when others hand over the invitation card, otherwise you will lose your courtesy.

Thinking of this, Lu Jing looked at the bored Qing Yue, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Qingyue, I remember you didn't like to practice lower script the most in the past? Why don't you practice it now?"

Qingyue never thought that Lu Jing would say this, her face darkened, and she just said, "No one taught me anymore."

Qing Yue didn't say it clearly, but Lu Jing immediately thought of what she was talking about.

When Lu Jingniang was still alive, she taught him and Qingyue to read and write, and also taught them calligraphy and ink.

But later, Sister Lu's mother died of illness.

Qing Yue never practiced calligraphy again, and began to serve Lu Jing wholeheartedly.

After all, practicing calligraphy requires brushes, ink, paper and inkstones, and the monthly salary of two or three taels of silver is not enough for Lu Jing to practice calligraphy and study alone, and for the two of them to eat daily.

Even though Lu Jingniang was very kind to Qingyue before she was alive, Qingyue always knew her identity and was never proud of being favored.

"I'll teach you again, and there will be invitations like this in the future. After I read them, you help me reply in lower case.

When our small courtyard is cleaned up in the future, there will be many invitations coming, so you will be the housekeeper of the courtyard and take care of it carefully. "

While talking, Lu Jing brought over the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk in the guest room.

Grind ink and lay paper by myself.

Qingyue was a little dazed. Against the background of her pink dress, her appearance became more and more beautiful.

"Come here."

It wasn't until Lu Jing urged that Qing Yue came back to her senses, stood up quickly, and came to Lu Jing's side.

"It starts with the letter from General Xuanwei."

"I know a way of writing in lowercase, called Zanhua Xiaokai, and I only know a little bit about it. If you study it carefully, you may be able to carry it forward..."

"Understood, young master..." Qing Yue looked carefully.

Lu Jing wrote, and the small script with hairpin flowers was reflected on the paper.

Qingyue's eyes lit up. The lower script in this hand is soft and beautiful, graceful as a tree, and muscular as a breeze.

Many pens and inks are high and elegant, smooth and thin, revealing a kind of Qingwan and smart charm.

"If many women in boudoirs see this small script with hairpin flowers, I'm afraid they will like it very much."

Qing Yue thought so.

After Lu Jing finished writing two or three lines of characters, he deconstructed three or five characters on the paper, scribing hooks horizontally and vertically... one stroke at a time, serious and meticulous.

After a long time, he handed the pen to Qingyue.

"Come on, write your own name."

Qingyue took the pen and carefully wrote the word "Qing" on the paper.

The well-regulated lower case letters are not very beautiful, nor do they have the meaning of hairpins.

Lu Jing shook his head, walked behind Qingyue, and held Qingyue's hand holding the pen with his right hand.

"Zanhua Xiaokai must have muscles and bones, and it must have muscle strength. Pay attention to a lot of strength and rich muscles, and get it with a strong character. It looks soft and beautiful, but in fact, the writing should not be erratic."

He explained it carefully, held Qingyue's hand carefully, and wrote the word Qingyue on the paper.

I wrote it three or five times in a row.

Only then did Lu Jing put down Qingyue's hand, and asked, "How did you feel the force? Have you ever had any experience?"

Qingyue blushed and lowered her head.

She thought for a while, then shook her head and said, "Qingyue is too stupid to have any experience."

Lu Jing was still patient and continued to hold Qingyue's right hand.

Qingyue sensed and looked at the young master's breath, feeling a little dazed.

A waning moon rose into the sky outside the window.

Qingyue felt that although the moon was full and short, there were also shortcomings in the world, but this scene tonight could already make up for these shortfalls and shortfalls.

-

As the morning sun broke, Lu Jing came to Hanmo Academy early.

He entered the room Mr. Jiu had arranged for him.

In the house, several of his things are still there.

For example, those classics that he copied carefully, such as the mind-holding pen that Mr. Guanqi gave him, and that strange rose fairy.

The rose fairy in the flowerpot is still in full bloom, bright red, without the slightest sign of decay.

There is also a faint evil spirit exuding in it.

Lu Jing put this rose fairy in the study building, but he was very relieved.

There are already many monsters in the library.

Mr. Guanqi and Mr. Jiu must have already known that this thorn rose plant is a bit weird.

But they didn't say much, naturally because this thorn rose was brought by Lu Jing.

If it was an ordinary thorn rose, Lu Jing would naturally not transplant it into a flower pot and carry it everywhere.

There was also a reason why Lu Jing brought Thorn Rose to the library.

The most important reason is naturally that after Nan Xuehu's incident happened, the Guixian can no longer be placed in the small courtyard of the Lu Mansion, otherwise the Jingyin Mansion will send people to investigate, and it is very likely that the great demon in the Guixian will be found.

Another reason is...

Lu Jing's Cave Demon Fate discovered that the demonic aura emanating from this magnificent monster became stronger and stronger.

In addition, the big monster in it seems to have not recovered its strength, so it cannot control and hide these monsters.

If Lu Jing took it with him, he might be discovered by some powerful people in Taixuanjing.

So where is the safest place?
Naturally, it is the library.

The library actually doesn't care about the secular world, and it doesn't seem to have any extraordinary authority.

But Dafu Chaozhong also wouldn't point fingers at the library.

There are not a few strong people in the library, as long as Mr. Guanqi and Mr. Jiu acquiesce in the existence of this rose fairy, no one will say anything.

At this moment, Lu Jing lowered his head, Yuanshen communicated with Lushan Guanshenyu, and lowered his head to look at the big demon among the celestial beings.

The gold leaf paper that Lu Jing used to cover the big demon's body was a bit off because it was moved back and forth.

Showing the slender, white legs of this big monster.

The big monster's complexion was obviously much better, and the trance in her eyes gradually subsided. She also looked up at Lu Jing, but she still seemed unable to speak or control her divine thoughts.

Seeing the expression of Guixian Daemon, Lu Jing couldn't help but nodded: "It seems that you will recover soon."

Guixian Daxie stared at Lu Jing with eyes like water.

Naturally, no makeup was applied on her face, but she still had a stunning face.

The collarbone is clear, the skin is snow-white, and the expression in the beautiful eyes is indifferent, just like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world.

Lu Jing thought for a while, and slowly stretched two fingers into the thorn rose to arrange the gold leaf paper, covering the round jade legs of the rose fairy, and then carefully watered her.

A look of gratitude flashed in the eyes of the Guixian monster, but Lu Jing didn't see it.

After doing so many things, Lu Jing calmed down and first visualized the great sage Yantian, King of Ming Dynasty.

Then he practiced Wuyeshan scolding technique, brewing sun and moon sword light, and practiced small wind and thunder technique.

Until a full hour passed, Lu Jing never rested.

After comprehending the destiny trigger, many incantations and seals about [Brahma Dharma Body] appeared in Lu Jing's mind.

"The Dharma body of Brahma comes from the "Dharma Extinction Sutra" of the Landa Temple. It is an extraordinary Buddhist secret. Practicing this method, the primordial spirit can manifest Brahma King Kong, Brahma Bodhisattva, and Brahma Buddha!

The power is terrifying, and the odds of winning a battle with others can be greatly improved. "

Lu Jing's primordial spirit is now in the realm of Rizhao, and the accumulation of primordial spirit is getting deeper and deeper.

After a few days, with the blessing of Brahma Dharma Body and the blessing of [Douxing Glow] fate, he always felt that if he fought Nan Xuehu again, he would be able to defeat him without relying on surprise.

Of course, if Nan Xuehu had put on his treasured armor, brought his treasured sword drinking snow, or rode on that Yuelongshan horse, the results might have been somewhat different.

But no matter what, in about ten days, Lu Jing's improvement can only be described as extremely fast.

"Cultivating genius fate, plus comprehending fate... I have practiced all these supernatural powers and I am not powerless..."

When Lu Jing thought of this, his Yuanshen fell into the black sandalwood sword when he came out of his body.

But he saw the light of the sun and moon sword flickering on the black sandalwood sword, showing its sharpness.

Indistinctly, one after another wind and thunder can be seen flowing on the black sandalwood sword, which is the power of the small wind and thunder technique.

Even though Sun Moon Sword Light and Little Wind and Thunder Technique are incompatible, they still have their own power.

"Supernatural powers such as Sun Moon Sword Light and Little Wind and Thunder Technique are also extraordinary, but compared with Buddhist secrets such as Brahma Dharma Body, there is still a lot of gap.

Correspondingly, Brahma Dharma Body is extremely difficult to practice, the incantations and seals are very complicated, the vitality required is also thick, and the speed at which the vitality circulates through the primordial spirit is also extremely fast..."

"Even if I have the fate of comprehending fate and practicing genius fate, I'm afraid it will take me a lot of time to complete it."

Lu Jing thought like this, but his thoughts fell into his mind, and he saw that many white fate vitality in his mind were constantly entangled and flowing, lingering around the fate of seeking good luck and avoiding evil.

There are a total of 380 eight paths of life energy.

It is not far from the five hundred ways required to practice the genius fate.

"A practice wizard at the bright yellow level can already make me a thousand miles in the sunshine and qi and blood realm. If I am promoted to the bright green level, can I master the Buddhist secret of Brahma's Dharma Body in a few days?
Can the speed of my practice be faster? "

Lu Jing guessed like this, and his thoughts fell on the strange thing he got yesterday when his fate was triggered.

"Traveler..."

【Dry: Yuan, Heng, Li, Zhen.

Wearing this talisman, the aura of gossip will be enveloped in the sky, good luck and great profit will be obtained, the purple energy of travel will come, and the luck will be improved. 】

"There is such a strange thing?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Lu Jing's mouth: "It's just a pity, it can only be used once."

Lu Jing immediately came back to his senses.

"People's hearts are not satisfied, and they often encounter disasters and sorrows; 33 skyscrapers still have to build tall buildings."

"It's good to have this luck talisman. If you are greedy again, not only will it be useless, but it will only make your thoughts unreasonable."

After Lu Jing warned himself, he continued to study Brahma Dharma Body.

It was half an hour before noon, but Lu Jing felt a little tired, so he stopped practicing, and took out the basic classics he brought, and read them carefully.

Until noon, Lu Jing was concentrating on reciting classics.

In front of the door, a short and fat young man came. He knocked on the door of Lu Jing's room and said loudly, "Sir, Mr. Yu asked you to go to the dining hall of the academy."

Lu Jing came back to his senses, answered, put down the classics, and walked out of the house.

The young man was waiting, he looked simple and honest, but there was a bit of cunning in his eyes.

He saluted Lu Jing and said, "Sir."

Lu Jing nodded at him, but did not return the salute.

From today onwards, he is the master of Hanmo Academy, as long as he is in the academy, his status is naturally honorable, and he does not need to salute the students.

"Sir, are you Mr. Lu Jing from the Lu family..."

As the two of them walked like this, the short and fat boy said, "My name is Jiang Hu..."

The young man followed behind Lu Jing and told his name.

When Lu Jing heard the boy's name, he couldn't help turning his head to look at him.

For some reason, the names of the people he met these days were so strange.

The boy smiled awkwardly, but did not explain the origin of the name.

Lu Jing just nodded, he thought for a while, and then explained carefully: "Now I am no longer a child of the Jiuhu Lu family."

Jiang Hu hurriedly saluted Lu Jing: "Please forgive me, sir. I was too curious and asked without thinking about it. I'm impolite."

Lu Jing smiled casually: "It's okay."

He really is all right.

Because Lu Jing knows that even today, many people still talk about him, they will say that he is the young Mr. Shulou, they will say that he is a young wizard, and naturally they will refer to him as the bastard of the Lu family in Jiuhu.

Of course, whenever the Lu family of Jiuhu is mentioned, many people will laugh at it.

Because such ridiculous talk is actually not much for many high-ranking officials.

The two continued on and went to the dining hall.

Hanmo Academy has its own dining hall.

When Lu Jing stepped into the dining hall, he saw that food was already set on the tables.

These meals don't look luxurious, they are all home-cooked dishes, but they smell delicious.

A student of Hanmo Academy sat in front of the table without moving their chopsticks.

When Lu Jing walked into the dining hall, many students immediately stood up and saluted Lu Jing.

Among these students were old and young, some were from noble families, and some were from poor backgrounds. Lu Jing's cave monster fate discovered that there were also monsters among them, and they were of all kinds.

They didn't address Lu Jing, but silently saluted Lu Jing as a student.

Lu Jing nodded again before they took their seats.

And sitting on the table in the front row are seven or eight teachers from the Hanmo Academy.

Mr. Jiu was not there, but a gentleman with a long beard, clear eyes, and a handsome face stood up and faced Lu Jing.

With a smile on his face, he said to Lu Jing: "Mr. Jing, please take a seat. Mr. Jiu has no time today, so let me introduce you."

"My name is Guan Changsheng. I was originally from Donghe Country. Later, I moved to Dafu and became a Mr. Shulou."

Lu Jing looked carefully, but saw this gentleman named Guan Changsheng, with a heroic look between his brows and eyes, he was obviously dressed as a Confucian scholar, and he had a rather handsome face, but standing there seemed to be a towering mountain , giving people a heavy sense of oppression.

Knowing that there is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in the study building, Lu Jing was not surprised, and bowed to Guan Changsheng in front of him and the other gentlemen in the calligraphy and ink study building in the distance.

The gentlemen also saluted.

Lu Jing took his seat and ate.

Guan Changsheng introduced the other gentlemen, and then introduced Lu Jing.

As Lu Jing saluted one by one, the other gentlemen also had emotion in their eyes, naturally they were feeling for Lu Jing's youth.

Guan Changsheng also made a gesture of invitation to the rest of the students. The rest of the students moved their chopsticks, and only then did the other students in the library start eating.

During the meal, there was no voice in the dining hall.

"There are also many etiquettes in the study building, but these etiquettes don't bother me, unlike the dirty etiquette of the Lu family."

Lu Jing was thinking like this while eating and drinking, but it was only time for tea, and all the dishes on the table were empty.

Everyone went to wash up with their own bowls and chopsticks.

So did several gentlemen.

Guan Changsheng and Lu Jing squatted in front of the barrel, washing their dishes carefully.

Guan Changsheng's temperament didn't seem to be deserted either, and he smiled at Lu Jing, "This afternoon is Mr. Jing's first class. A few gentlemen and I plan to come and listen in. If you can master cursive handwriting, you will have a wind and thunder when you start writing. Dragon dance and phoenix rise, in the future when I write articles, I can also show a little more free and easy and sharp spirit."

Lu Jing was not nervous, but nodded and smiled, "Lu Jing has a lot of shortcomings, only the cursive script is a bit confident.

A few gentlemen came to see me write today, and after today, I would like to invite a few gentlemen to enlighten Lu Jing on the deficiencies in what he has learned. "

After washing the dishes, Guan Changsheng stroked his long beard, and thought, "No wonder Mr. Guanqi praised Mr. Jing. It's not easy for him to be a young man who attains the Tao and cultivates a strong character, but never develops arrogance."

-

Mr. Shulou Qi already has gray hair all over his head.

His face was old, and his eyes had lost some brilliance. Even when he walked, he staggered and had to walk with a cane.

Coupled with his plain sackcloth, which was like a mourning suit, he revealed a more dead air.

Mr. Qi walked on the second floor like this.

There was a man beside him carefully supporting him.

This man has a majestic appearance, a dignified body, and a pair of eyes shooting the bullfighting star in the sky. It seems that he has an invincible majesty!

He walked casually, but every move carried a fierce and domineering power. It was as if there were several noble gods protecting his tall body, even the cold wind in the sky, he had to avoid it.

Such a domineering man was walking slowly on the second floor with the help of Mr. Qi at this moment.

In his eyes, there is still a lot of respect for Mr. Qi...and reluctance.

The man didn't say a word, but the old Mr. Seven trembled, and said, "Zhuo Xian, the power of the killing Bodhisattva is indeed unparalleled in the world, but it is still a great skill of killing. There is no such thing as compassion, no sign of kindness to all things, just try it a little bit, don’t need to go too deep.”

Mr. Qi spoke out, teaching the man.

From his words, the identity of this man has been clearly revealed.

He was the current prince Yu Zhuoxian who went to Daleiyin Temple not long ago and received the Bodhisattva method of killing living beings taught by the great Buddha in the world.

Yu Zhuoxian is different from other youths in Dafu, he doesn't have long hair, instead he has short hair.

His brows and eyes were not deep and warm, but filled with an unrivaled aura. When he frowned casually, it was as if thunder was brewing, falling straight to the sky.

When Mr. Qi spoke like this, his breath was weak and weak.

Yu Zhuoxian also turned his ears to show his respect, and approached Mister Qi to listen carefully.

Immediately nodded and said: "Sir, Zhuoxian has always kept in mind the teachings of Mr. Over the years, since I am the prince, I can use the Bodhisattva method of killing animals to cultivate my courage, but I also need to cultivate a heart of compassion.

Zhuoxian naturally understands the reason behind it. "

When the prince spoke, he was obviously very calm, but there seemed to be a heavenly dragon moving in his throat, bringing out bursts of thunder.

Mr. Qi let out a long breath, and while walking, shook his head slowly and said: "You just call me Mr. Qi, although you are my disciple, you are just like many other disciples in the library.

The book building cannot and will not interfere with the matter of the great disaster.

If you call me Mr., it will make Shengjun displeased. "

Hearing these words, Yu Zhuoxian didn't have any other look in his eyes, he just said: "Zhuoxian never thought of letting the fourth floor of the study building interfere in the affairs of the court, but sir is always my husband, and he was also the prince. Master, teach me to read and practice martial arts.

Since I have the truth of being a master and apprentice, if I am afraid of the words of the people in the court and dare not call you Mr., how can I have the face to call you the name of "Zhuo Xian"? "

He said so, but his eyes were also very firm.

After hearing these words, Mr. Seven didn't say anything more.

He walked and stopped for a while, out of breath, and seemed to be very tired.

Yu Zhuoxian was not in a hurry, Mr. Qi stopped to rest, and he waited beside him, Mr. Qi continued to walk, and he continued to support Mr. Qi.

The two stopped and walked, and finally came to Hanmo Academy.

"You came to see me and helped me walk around like this, which relieved me a little bit of loneliness."

Mr. Qi looked at the plaque of Hanmo Academy, and said: "Lao Jiu is not here today. Before I knew it, you helped me come here, probably because of Mr. Lu Jing?"

Yu Zhuoxian didn't hide anything, nodded and said: "One of the reasons I came to the library today is to have a look at Mr.

Secondly, I don't hide it. When I saw Lu Jing that day, my Bodhisattva method of killing life was faintly shaken, as if there was a strong place in his weak soul.

I was curious in my heart, and I happened to be free today, so I thought of taking a look at Lu Jing by the way. "

Yu Zhuoxian spoke calmly and did not hide anything.

Mr. Qi raised his head, looked at the plaque of the Calligraphy Academy, and said: "This plaque was inscribed by Master himself, and the calligraphy was originally referring to Mr. Jiu.

He has a wonderful pen, with wonderful articles, calligraphy and paintings.

The master hoped that Mr. Jiu could pass on his precious calligraphy, but after Mr. Jiu lost his arm, the Hanmo Academy, like other academies in the courtyard, began to teach ordinary classics. "

"Mr. Guanqi and Mr. Jiu asked Lu Jing to come here with high expectations."

Yu Zhuoxian's eyes showed some approval, and he said, "I've heard the name of Lu Jing's cursive brush and ink, and it is said that he also left paintings in the Shihua Pavilion in Xuandu.

The painting skills are not brilliant, but there are many visions.

For such a young man, Mr. Guanqi and Mr. Jiu should have some expectations. "

"But... the gate on the fourth floor has been closed since Mr. Si's death.

As long as Lu Jing doesn't enter the fourth floor, I have met him a few times, and I think it's not too much to invite this young man into the world. "

Yu Zhuoxian's eyes were full of confidence.

He looked at the clouds in the sky and said: "There are not many geniuses in the world, I am not greedy for many, I only want one or two of them, do you think it is too much?"

Mr. Qi's cloudy eyes did not change at all, he didn't seem to have heard Yu Zhuoxian's words, he tilted his head as hard as he could, and asked loudly: "What did you say?"

Yu Zhuoxian smiled.

He naturally understood that it was because Mr. Qi was unwilling to answer, not that he hadn't heard it.

The two entered the Hanmo Academy in this way.

But I saw that in Hanmo Academy, many students were crowded in one teaching pavilion.

The teaching pavilion is not big, but it is overcrowded at this time.

There are some gentlemen sitting in the front row.

The rest of the places are all academy disciples.

With amazement in their eyes, they looked at the young gentleman standing on the teaching platform.

"Lu Jing..."

A smile appeared on the corner of Yu Zhuoxian's mouth, and he stood at the main entrance like this, looking at the teaching pavilion from a distance.

Mr. Qi's cloudy eyes also stared at Lu Jing carefully.

Lu Jing was holding a pen and was writing something on the paper.

Before the table, there are still a few pieces of his pen and ink.

Yu Zhuoxian's eyes fell on the brush and ink, and he couldn't help but nodded slowly.

Lu Jing's cursive script is really good!

Lines of text are vigorous and vigorous, and the brushwork is vigorous, with muscles and bones, and sharp edges.

Elegant and free and easy, there is actually a lot of majesty and a lot of prosperity!

Even Lu Jing at this time didn't realize that he had practiced pen and calligraphy for many days.

His cursive script has changed a little from the initial copying of the cursive sage Zhang Xu's handwriting, and it seems to be in harmony with his mind.

When Mr. Qi saw Lu Jing's cursive script, his eyes showed some admiration.

"No wonder Mr. Guanqi wanted him to come to the Hanmo Academy. Although this Lu Jing is only a young man, there is a bit of sincerity in his pen and ink, and there are many upright edges.

It has never been so direct, but it has a profound foundation..."

Mr. Seven took another look, and his expression suddenly changed.

He took two steps forward tremblingly, squinted his eyes and looked at it carefully: "Is that Mr. Si's... mind-holding pen?"

Yu Zhuoxian frowned slightly when he heard Mr. Qi's words, and then looked at the pen in Lu Jing's hand.

That pen looks ordinary, and the body of the pen has even faded, so it is not worth a second look.

But Yu Zhuoxian's complexion changed again.

He thought for a while, and said, "Mr. Jing, I was studying when I was young, but my ambition was not strong because of external things. May I ask Mr. Jing, how can I always maintain the desire to study?"

At this time, Lu Jing just finished writing a piece of paper for circulation, and everyone was still amazed when they heard the voice behind.

They turned their heads and saw Mr. Seven.

Many gentlemen and disciples changed countenance and were about to stand up and salute Mr. Qi.

But Mr. Qi waved his hand lightly, and said: "I'm still in the classroom, principles and knowledge are more valuable than me."

The teachers and students in the class quickly sat down and looked at Lu Jing.

Lu Jing thought for a while, held the pen, put the pen down, and picked up the straw paper.

Everyone looked at it intently, but saw a line of words written on it.

"Learning the Tao must be fierce, always stick to the original heart, and not intrude on the slightest material desire."

　（三合一章节）当前加更（16/33），多出的三章加更是5500、6000、6500的月票加更，大家这个月票速度真的太快……这个月还不到NO.20，不得加到下个月底。

　
(End of this chapter)