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

Chapter 162 In this world, is it only Lu Jing who can comprehend Mr. Fourth's sword spirit?

The cold smoke rises, and the clouds and mists are lingering, but the sunset glow in the distance passes through the clouds and falls on the ice peak.

The crimson glow shone, and the ice and snow covering the ice peak remained as stubborn and thick as before, and never melted.

Nan Heyu lowered her head. She was originally staring at the four lines of writing written by Lu Jing on the ice peak, but now that Lu Jing came here unexpectedly, she didn't know what to do for a while.

She stood up subconsciously, wanting Yujian to leave.

After walking a few steps forward, he saw Lu Jing standing in front of Mr. Si's Bingfeng brush and ink. His expression was as gentle as ever. He opened the mud seal on the jug and poured some wine into the snow.

Looking at Lu Jing who was so serious, Nan Heyu suddenly remembered what Lu Jing said to Ye Sheyu at the end of Wulong Street that day.

"Indecision in the world, and too many worries in the world are the most terrifying..."

When Nan Heyu thought of this sentence, her steps suddenly stopped, and she thought about it seriously, and then she remembered that Lu Jing, who had a lot to do with her before, had never seen her true face.

Maybe it's because of the cold wind blowing here that Nan Heyu is a little sober, or the many things Lu Jing has done in the past made Nan Heyu very curious about him, or it's because the famous sword on her waist feels Lu Jing's moment , the shimmering light that originally flickered on it became much more intense.

As the master of Qian Xiushui, Nan Heyu could even feel the famous sword passed down from her waist vibrating slightly.

As if rejoicing, as if jumping for joy.

These many reasons were mixed together, at this moment Nan Heyu suddenly felt some courage in her heart.

She gave up the idea of ​​leaving, and even turned around, walking towards the Bingfeng pen and ink.

At this time, Lu Jing was already sitting in the white snow.

Half of the deer-raising sake in the jug had been spilled on the snow-covered ground, and the oiled paper bag wrapped in beef was spread out by him and placed in front of him.

Lu Jing looked up at the many handwritings of Mr. Si, took a piece of beef with his hand, put it into his mouth, and chewed slowly.

This beef came from the beef that Mr. Si liked to eat before. Later, there was a big fire in this beef, and I don't know what happened.

Nan Fengmian also invited Lu Jing to eat it once before, the meat was dry and sticky, it couldn't be called delicious.

But Lu Jing came here today, since it was to commemorate Mr. Si, he made a special trip to the east of the city and bought some beef back.

"I don't know if there is reincarnation in this world, I don't know where the souls of the dead return, and I don't know if Mr. Four can drink the deer breeding sake that is scattered on the ground..."

"The aroma of beef goes with the wind, and I hope he can smell it."

Lu Jing thought so in his heart.

Mourning the dead is actually offering sacrifices to those who are still alive, so as to gain some comfort.

He actually thought so in his heart, but once in a while, he felt that...the world is different from the world. Since there is Ming Yujing in the sky, and since there are fairyland immortals, then maybe in the depths of the earth, there is only a place of darkness. He came to pay homage to Mr. Si , Mr. Si may really be able to see it, and he will be gratified by it.

At least……

Those who wear black sandalwood swords on their waists will give half a jug of wine.

He was thinking so quietly.

The woman who wanted to leave suddenly turned around and walked towards him.

Lu Jing turned his head to look at the woman, his eyes fell on the place, and the long blue sword on his waist made Lu Jing's eyes light up again.

Immediately, Lu Jing seemed to have guessed something suddenly, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes.

And the woman with the sword came with long steps and saluted Lu Jing.

"Lu Jing...Mr."

Up to now, the woman in front of her is not willing to hide her identity anymore, she tried her best to suppress the hesitation in her tone, and said in a low voice: "I am... Nan Heyu."

To Nan Heyu's surprise, when Lu Jing heard the name, his expression didn't change much. Instead, he smiled at her and turned his head away.

There was not much resentment in that smile, nor much resentment, the smile was sincere, and the demeanor was quite polite.

At the same time, it seems to show a lot of... disinterest.

Nan Heyu was quite surprised. The Nanguo government reached a marriage contract with the Lu family. Since the marriage contract was postponed many times, everyone in Taixuanjing speculated that Nan Tinggui, the Nanguo government, never took a fancy to Lu Jing.

He felt that Lu Jing was not worthy of the Nan family's master of swordsmanship.

Because of this reason, she always felt that Lu Jing must have a lot of resentment towards her in his heart, and maybe he would bring it out to hate you when he was young.

But Nan Heyu never imagined that when the two met on this lonely ice peak, Lu Jing's attitude towards her...was so normal.

Yes, the word ordinary is the most appropriate to describe it.

In Lu Jing's smile just now, there was neither resentment nor surprise or curiosity.

At this moment, Nan Heyu suddenly realized...

Maybe the young man in front of him has completely separated from the honor and disgrace of the past, and has nothing to do with the past since he summoned the beast to meet the emperor, received the holy words of the emperor of heaven, and returned to his beloved body.

This... is a bit too sensible.

It is quite inconsistent with his 17-year-old youth status.

But Nan Heyu thought about it, the 17-year-old boy in front of him had caused a lot of disturbances in just a few months, and ordinary teenagers did not have such courage.

Therefore, the young lady of the Duke's Mansion lived in the Nanguo Mansion when she was young, and later she went to Yuxing Island to practice swords when she was a little older. The curiosity in her heart grew wildly like weeds.

Originally, when she reported her name, Lu Jing was so polite and courteous, but obviously showed a lack of interest in the response, which meant that Lu Jing didn't want to have a deep chat.

As soon as Nan Heyu left on his own, the two had a face-to-face meeting.

But now on this ice peak, Nan Heyu turned his head to look at the four lines of words containing fiery sword energy, and then turned his head and asked: "Sir... you are quite free and easy, I thought you would treat Nanguo Gong If the government has hatred, it will also have resentment against me."

Lu Jing was a little surprised when he heard that Nan Heyu, who was standing not far away, had taken the initiative to mention this matter.

At this moment when Nan Heyu asked, Lu Jing completely didn't care about the Nanguo government, nor did he care about Nan Heyu. If he deliberately showed indifference, it would prove that he had intentions in his heart.

"Miss Nan, I am not a sage, and I do have some resentment towards the Nanguo government."

Lu Jing raised his eyes and looked at Mr. Si's words: "It's just that many things happened after I resigned. The Nanguo government is still being ridiculed until now, and later Senior Fengmian also helped me.

I don't like the Nanguo Mansion, but I think Senior Fengmian is a rare chivalrous man in the world. I am friendly with him. Although I can't say that I love Nanguo Mansion, the old grievances have also been transferred from that vast mansion. to the decision maker.

And because of Senior Fengmian, I am also willing to suppress these grievances. "

Lu Jing was quite calm, while Nan Heyu was thoughtful.

Lu Jing glanced at her sideways, and said: "As for Miss Nan, you are just like me, you are also under the influence of the mansion and the will of the elders, you are like me, you have no choice, but I will not treat you Get angry."

Nan Heyu fell silent for a while when he heard Lu Jing's words.

She seemed to be thinking carefully, until after a few breaths, she finally spoke.

"Sir, many things are not what you think."

The pure white snow reflected on Nan Heyu's originally fair face, which made her look a little pale.

"Actually, the reason why this incident caused many accidents is actually because of my...indecision."

Nan Heyu's right hand landed on the hilt of Qianxiushui's sword, feeling Qianxiu's slight tremor, a lot of courage suddenly arose in her heart, and she began to face the reason why she had no wind and rain in her sword energy.

"I didn't want to get married in the first place.

It's not all because Mr. Lu Jing is a complete stranger. At that time, I only wanted to practice sword alone, and I wanted to repay some kindness. In the Nanguo government office.

With these thoughts in mind, I also let the family postpone the marriage contract several times. "

"And in the marriage contract, I also cared about the expectations of the family, and I also cared about Mr. Zhongzheng's talent in interpreting Zhongzheng. I thought that I would not disappoint the elders in the house, and I would not let my husband suffer the shame of my son-in-law retiring the marriage, so I agreed to this. a marriage."

Nan Heyu's eyes fell on the snowy mountain in front of her, and she quietly talked about the past: "But since I have already agreed, I should naturally get married as soon as possible... In the end, it is still indecisive."

"Actually, sir doesn't know these things, since I'm talking to you today, I have to explain these things, otherwise the weakness in my mind will become more obvious, and my swordsmanship will not improve.

This may be the result of... these things, and I have indeed reaped the consequences. "

Lu Jing listened quietly to what Nan Heyu said in detail.

After she finished speaking, Lu Jing's expression didn't change much.

He turned his head and said to Nan Heyu seriously: "Since I have made a choice, even if the choice at that time was indecisive, if Miss Nan wants to be righteous now, she should just stick to her own thoughts and completely change from the past. separated from the matter.

It is better to use this mindfulness than to pursue the past. "

Nan Heyu was taken aback for a moment when she heard Lu Jing's words. She lowered her head and thought for a long time, then she suddenly realized something in her heart.

"But how should we forget? How to separate? Every day in Taixuanjing is news from Mr. Lu Jing."

She whispered in her heart, but she never spoke.

Lu Jing didn't speak, and took out another page of straw paper while reaching out.

Nan Heyu looked down, but there were two lines of text carefully written by Lu Jing.

"Give up the wind, the flowers, the snow and the moon, and get the eternal sky of the world."

In the two lines of text, the sword energy is strong, and the fiery sword intent almost comes out through the paper!

Nan Heyu's sword heart was beating wildly, and Qian Xiushui on her waist was also trembling constantly.

In just an instant, Nan Heyu remembered Lu Jing and his party on Wulong Street that day.

"Beheading Xu Baiyan, beheading a big monk, questioning Li's mansion on Wulong Street, and even writing...he is brewing his own sword intent.

His light-supporting sword energy has not been released for a long time, and when the long sword comes out, the first sword will definitely be able to reflect the sky. "

"Because I don't know how many meanings of helping the light have been accumulated in it."

Nan Heyu thought so in her heart.

But seeing Lu Jing's spiritual thought move, the little wind and thunder technique was running, and the little thunder fell silently on the page.

The page with two lines of text burned and gradually turned into ashes.

Obviously, these two lines were written by Lu Jing to Mr. Si, and they are also one of Lu Jing's memorial objects.

The white paper turned to ashes, and the sword energy on it was still lingering in the clouds.

Lu Jing stood up, thought for a while, and gave a disciple salute to Mr. Si.

After the ceremony, the black sandalwood sword on his waist flickered again, appearing beside Lu Jing.

Although Lu Jing didn't say much, but Nan Heyu said what was buried in his heart, and his heart became much smoother.

Seeing that Lu Jing was about to leave, she was grateful for the sword energy lingering in the sky.

This master of swordsmanship was quite calm, and asked Lu Jing for advice: "Sir, am I not suitable for practicing swords?"

Lu Jing also seemed to have never expected Nan Heyu to ask such a question.

He smiled casually, stepped on the sword light, and said: "It's really nothing to have a lack of temperament, how can there be perfect people in the world?
In this world, it's just a person's snowfall, each has its own concealment and brightness, and you can cultivate sword intent even if you have a lack of temperament. You feel that it is very difficult, maybe it's just not suitable for the way of swords you are currently practicing, and you can find it yourself. Yes, why ask more? "

That's all Lu Jingyan said, and he nodded towards Nan Heyu, and the sword light under his feet turned into a rainbow light and flew straight away.

Nan Heyu stood where she was, thoughtful, but her mind was also flowing, thanking Lu Jing who had gone away.

"It's just a humble opinion, and I have a good relationship with Senior Fengmian, so you don't have to thank me."

Nan Heyu looked at the figure that disappeared into the sky from a distance.

"So... the wind and rain sword aura, which is like a storm when the sword comes out, is not suitable for me?"

She had doubts in her heart, but she didn't know how to break through.

After thinking for a long time, she saw that it was getting late, and she was about to leave.

At this moment, the sword energy reflected on Lu Jing's straw paper danced in the sky, becoming more and more powerful.

Nan Heyu frowned, curious in her heart.

Just at this time...

An astonishing scene appeared in an instant.

However, among the many characters engraved on the ice peak by Mr. Si, there are faint lines of pure and righteous sword intentions spreading!

Nan Heyu's body froze, and she looked at the writing on Bingfeng again.

But I saw that the memoir of Mr. Si, which was so common in the past, and with rather ugly brush and ink characters, was completely reborn just at this moment.

But I saw that the strokes of the pen contained a soaring sword spirit, which was strong and had its own freshness!

This kind of sword intent is very mysterious, it seems that it should not exist in the world, but it seems to stab the sky straight, and it can cut off the immortals in the sky!
There are also surging clouds and mists around, the breeze blowing, the mountains and clear water in the distance, the vegetation and creatures in the distance... and many other images are integrated into it!
Mystery is not like a sword in the world, but all kinds of images reflect the world.

This is... Human Sword Qi!
Nan Heyu was fascinated by watching, the Qianxiushui around her waist was unsheathed in just an instant, hanging high in the void, as if saluting the sword energy.

And this sword energy in the world, unexpectedly combined with the sword energy left on Lu Jing's straw paper, making a soft ringing sound.

In just a split second, Nan Heyu seemed to have sensed that among the various images reflected by the sword energy in the world, there was an extra blazing sun.

The scorching sun helps the light, and the brilliant light shines, falling on the mountains, rivers, vegetation, and falling on the Yangtze River and the sea!

Nanhe Yu Yuanshen was fascinated, and wanted to understand something, but found that the human sword energy and Lu Jingfu's light sword energy danced in the sky, and they were trading together, as if they had brewed a lot of courage.

But every spirit is so upright, yet so vast, so...righteous like a rainbow!
"In this world, is it possible that Lu Jing is the only one who can understand the sword spirit of the fourth gentleman?"

With Nan Heyu thinking this way, many things about Lu Jing in the past also came to her heart.

At this time, Lu Jing, who was about to enter Taixuanjing, saw the sword light under his feet abruptly stop in the void.

He was standing on the black sandalwood sword, and there was surprise in his originally calm eyes, and then he turned around slowly.

Even after an extremely long distance, Lu Jing could still clearly perceive the two sword intents dancing on the silver peak in the distance.

"The soul in this world may really have a home. Maybe it's because the husband really smelled the meat and drank the sake."

Lu Jing thought so.

And just when the sword energy in the world diffused from Mr. Four's Notes.

In Taixuanjing, many people opened their eyes.

In the Taixuan Palace, sitting high in the Taixian Hall, Emperor Chongtian, who was reviewing the memorial, slowly raised his head and looked outside the palace, with a smile on his lips.

He put down the pen in his hand and lightly pointed at the void, only to see ripples suddenly appearing in the void, revealing a chessboard.

Many white pieces on the chessboard are strangling the big dragon, and the falling star and dragon slaying styles are ready to go.

But in front of him, the dragon corpse embedded in the table case suddenly flashed with murderous aura.

Emperor Chongtian glanced at the dragon corpse casually, and the murderous aura on the dragon corpse disappeared almost instantly!

"Don't worry, Tianque Immortal will come to accompany you."

……

The same is true in the study building. Mr. Guanqi and Mr. Jiu each felt the dancing sword light, with surprise and relief in their eyes.

In addition to being pleasantly surprised, the two showed concern and worry in their eyes, and they didn't know the reason.

The Tower of the Bamboo in Taixuan Palace!

There was already snow outside the courtyard, but the Seventh Prince did not let the maids and eunuchs clean it up.

Instead, he sat alone in the small pavilion in the snowy sky.

The precious Jinyue charcoal was still burning in the kiosk's stove, without smoke, but the kiosk was burning hot.

Originally, no matter when, the Seventh Prince was always holding a book in his hand.

But at this moment, the Seventh Prince put down the book in his hand and looked up into the distance.

His double pupils seemed to reflect a different kind of scenery, but the Seventh Prince frowned slightly.

But the ones sitting opposite him and lowered their heads were Chu Yeshan, Li Yushi and General Yunhui.

Seeing the Seventh Prince, who was always calm and indifferent, the three of them frowned at this moment, and they all looked at each other.

"Your Highness..."

Chu Yeshan was tall and tall, sitting next to Li Yushi who was thin and thin, he looked like a small mountain.

He was about to ask, but the Seventh Prince's brows relaxed, and his eyes fell on the classics in his hand.

"Since Lu Jing already wants to make an enemy of Master Yu and the Li family, he can no longer be kept."

The Seventh Prince spoke slowly: "Don't be careless about this matter, you have to deal with it better."

When Li Yushi heard the order from the Seventh Prince, he first bowed to salute the Seventh Prince, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "It was Yushi who made a wrong move and attracted the enemy."

Chu Yeshan and General Yunhui lowered their heads and remained silent.

The seventh prince shook his head casually: "How can everything in the world be counted? With a talent like Lu Jing, it's understandable for you to use some means to lure him into the urn.

In this world, there is no hiding behind the clouds, looking down at the world's affairs, and knowing all about the world's affairs. Even immortals make mistakes and don't have to blame themselves. "

The Seventh Prince knows his tricks.

And just like what he said, if the competent men in the past hadn't made mistakes on the ship, they would have killed the head of the Black Stone Hall earlier.

Xu Baiyan died, and the head of the Black Stone Hall also died, so there is no problem.

And even if Li Yushi made a mistake, in the eyes of the Seventh Prince, Lu Jing at this time is not a great disaster, he just got rid of it earlier, so why bother to criticize the Li Mansion of Xuandu, one of his two pillars?
"This matter will be handled by you, Ye Shan."

The Seventh Prince warned again: "The Zhuo Yaoluo taught by Mr. Lu Jing is a bit tricky, and Lu Jing himself has some background, you have to take it seriously, don't be negligent."

Chu Yeshan's rough face showed a solemn look, it should be.

Even if the Seventh Prince didn't say anything, Chu Yeshan would naturally be very energetic when dealing with Lu Jing.

Lu Jing was assassinated twice.

Every planner has done their best.

For the first time, Lu Jing was still in the Realm of Transformation. The two monks of the four realms and one monk of the five realms in Heishitang couldn't kill him, and even died.

For the second assassination, Lu Jing's cultivation was only through his spiritual thoughts, and he had reached the Realm of Transformation Palace, and he could only be considered the peak of True Transformation if he had the state of True Transformation and Manifestation in front of him.

But as big as a bhikkhu, a monk with the first level of fire, went to kill him, and added a first-level killing puppet, so that Lu Jing returned to Taixuanjing unscathed, and went to Wulong Street to show off his might.

As big as the death of a bhikkhu!

Although the puppet slaughter had never been directly killed by Zhuo Yaoluo, it was also suppressed and killed by the strong men in Xuandu.

With these precedents here, how could Chu Yeshan not be dedicated?

"It's a pity that such a proud man like Lu Jing insists on hitting a rock with an egg."

Chu Yeshan had such calculations in his mind, but he also knew that killing Lu Jing was a matter of great importance.

The enemy of the enemy is the friend.

If the Duke of Chu's mansion and the Li Family of Xuandu who belonged to the seventh prince wanted to kill Lu Jing, even if Lu Jing had never been under the crown prince's command, once the prince's line knew about it, they would definitely help!
"It's better to plan well." Chu Yeshan was as impatient as a mountain, sitting peacefully on the spot, thinking carefully.

General Yunhui's eyes moved slightly, he looked at Chu Yeshan and said, "Do you need me to go there myself?"

Chu Yeshan glanced at General Yunhui, shook his head and said, "The general is involved in a lot, it's not good for you to act."

If Lu Jing died.

Even if the entire Taixuan capital knows that Lu Jing was killed by the lineage of the Seventh Prince, as long as there is no direct evidence.

"In just a few months, this Lu Jing has achieved such a reputation, the people of Xuandu support him, and he is a young gentleman respected by many scholars in Xuandu.

Be a little more apprehensive. " Chu Yeshan reminded like this.

The seventh prince is studying.

The other three reported the affairs of the court in a low voice, and an hour passed in a blink of an eye.

Three people leave.

Not long after, another gray-haired old man with a gloomy face sat on a wooden wheelchair, and was pushed by a beautiful girl.

The Seventh Prince stood up and said to the old man, "Master."

The old man couldn't get up and saluted the Seventh Prince.

The Seventh Prince walked naturally to the side of the woman, who had already given up her seat, and he pushed the wheelchair to walk in the palace.

"Sir, I acquiesced in the first assassination of Lu Jing in Kongshan Lane, and I informed Wuhuang the second time, but I never thought that such a bastard boy would cause so many troubles."

The shady old man shook his head when he heard the Seventh Prince talking about it.

On his old face, there is approval: "As you said just now, even a fairy cannot look down on the world and know everything in the world.

Lu Jing was unexpected, even if he took a few wrong steps on him, it didn't hurt much.

Since he obtained the black sandalwood sword and the mind-holding pen, he was already not on the same path as us. "

The green bamboo in the bamboo que stands upright and is quite beautiful. The Seventh Prince pushed the white-haired old man to walk in the bamboo forest: "I acquiesce in Li Yushi's assassination, and I also acquiesce in his use of the Nine God Lotus to attract Lu Jing to my command. Attachment, you can slowly figure it out, try to change his mind."

"But I never thought that in a short period of time, Lu Jing has gone a long way on Mr. Si's path."

The white-haired old man's face remained unchanged: "If you want to practice the technique of Legalism, there can't be a second Mr. Four in Dafu. The battle of ideas is more prosperous than wildfire."

The Seventh Prince walked on the road silently, but nodded slowly.

The white-haired old man looked at the sky from a distance, and said softly: "Your Highness, please go up to the clouds, and let my crippled body step on the sky."

When the white-haired old man said this, his eyes fell on his disabled leg again. The severe pain in his leg continued to come, like a bone being scraped, making his face even more sinister.

"Only in this way... I can go to the Black Dragon Terrace to meet my senior brother."

(End of this chapter)