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

Chapter 25 Lu Jing's talent is weak

Lu Jing's voice was extremely soft, but it seemed to be describing a very common truth.

Lu Yi was puzzled, but vaguely felt that Lu Jing's words looked down on Lu Jiang.

She was about to complain to her half-brother when Sheng Zi suddenly smiled and said, "Master Jing, my horse is called Su Hei. At home’s racecourse, try to run.”

Lu Jing nodded and said, "This horse is very good but extremely fierce, but the young lady of the Sheng family should be more careful, so as not to hurt herself."

A smile was drawn at the corner of Sheng Zi's mouth: "Su Heel is indeed born with supernatural power, and ordinary people can't handle it, but I used your Zhongzheng insight to change a few techniques of lowering the horse, after a few days, it should be fine. "

"And... I am not an ordinary weak woman, do you think so? Master Jing."

Sheng Zi was very cheerful. When she said this, she suddenly remembered what happened a few days ago.

"Master Jing, I asked Zhou Chu to send me a martial art forging method and a book of refining mysteries. Which one did you choose in the end?"

Lu Jing didn't hesitate, and said with a smile: "These days, I'm practicing martial arts, hoping to strengthen my body so that I won't be a weak scholar."

Lu Jing didn't want to tell Sheng Zi that he was actually a fellow practitioner of martial arts and Yuanshen.

Otherwise, it doesn't matter if Sheng Zi has an ambitious impression of Lu Jing, and Lu Jing doesn't care about other people's opinions.

It's just that it's not worthwhile for Lu Jing to explain a lot in plain sight.

"My crocodile demon bone-casting skill was written by a martial arts master in Dafu. It is also extremely precious and mysterious among many bone-casting methods. Although you are a bit old, if you practice it for a few years, you can Cultivate Qi and blood."

Having said this, Sheng Zi paused for a moment, and then asked Lu Jing, "Master Jing, do you think the crocodile demon's bone-casting skill is difficult to practice? Has there ever been a teacher in the mansion to teach you?"

Lu Jing sighed, but spoke very calmly: "Miss Lao Sheng's family is concerned, the mansion didn't teach me, my martial arts talent is probably very average, and the crocodile demon's bone casting skill is indeed extremely complicated, and I won't be able to master it for a while. "

A trace of sympathy flashed in Sheng Zi's heart.

The Lu family is a family of martial arts, and there are not a few martial arts experts in the mansion.

The last time she came here, she saw an old man in black sitting and fishing, and she could feel that the old man in black was extremely energetic and mighty, like a hot sun, shining brightly and fiercely. .

The teenagers and girls of the right age in the clan have also been exposed to martial arts.

Only Lu Jing was ignorant of martial arts until now, that is, he was not valued by the Lu family.

Thinking of this, Sheng Zi said to Lu Jing: "Master Jing, if you have any questions about the crocodile demon's bone-casting skill, you can also ask me."

At the same time, she thought to herself: "When I go back today, I will also take a look at this crocodile demon's bone-casting skill, learn two or three forms of bone-casting method, and next time I come to Lu's house, I will explain Lu Jing's doubts.

The second and third forms of the crocodile demon's bone-casting technique are enough for Lu Jing to practice for a while. "

Sheng Zi made a plan in her heart.

Looking up, he saw the food on the stone table in Lu Jingyuan and a book of Shangxue.

Sheng Zi thought for a moment, then said: "Lu Jing, I know you love reading very much, and my senior guest also said that your views on Zhongzheng are extraordinary.

That being the case, why don't you practice God? "

Lu Jing was a little puzzled, reading?Alchemy?What is the connection between the two?
Sheng Zi explained: "There are golden leaves in the sea of ​​books, and there is also the spirit of sages in the sea of ​​books, and all kinds of principles can also refine the spirit and sharpen the soul.

Therefore, there are many great Confucian scholars who study poetry and books hard for a Jiazi, and cultivate their own great souls.

They have never practiced the mystical scriptures, but if one day, once they practice, they will be able to sense the primordial spirit, walk out of the body and swim under the scorching sun, turn the emptiness into reality, and then overcome the great calamity of the divine fire, and achieve great cultivation. "

There was no lack of respect in Sheng Zi's tone, and his eyes turned to Su Hei who was aside.

"The former owner of my plain heel was a scholarly Confucian."

When Sheng Zi said this, the respect in her eyes suddenly grew stronger.

Lu Jing was also very interested and listened carefully.

Sheng Zi continued: "This great Confucian has been studying classics in the library for 45 years.

This prime heel is his only companion.

Later, when the snow fell from the sky, Mr. Fourth in the library vomited blood and died. The great scholar sat blankly in front of the library for three days.

Then he got up, put away his bags, led Su Heels, and left Taixuanjing. "

"It's been nine years since I left."

The smile on Sheng Zi's face had long since disappeared.

"In the tenth year, a barbarian boy led Su He into Taixuan, and came to meet my father.

He said that the great Confucian went to Nanzhao, wandering in the place where the smoke and mosquitoes were ravaged, wandering in the place of heavy rain and wind, eating and drinking with those uncivilized savages. "

"What happened next?" Even Lu Yi who was on the side opened his eyes, swaying his ponytail, and asked repeatedly.

"Later, that wild place was seriously infected with a plague, and the corpses were infested, and the stench was unbearable.

The great Confucian searched for the classics in his mind, but couldn't understand them.

Therefore, seeing Yuanshen in the morning, watching the sun in the afternoon, and crossing the divine fire behind the scenes, you can achieve great cultivation. "

Even Lu Jing's eyes flashed with excitement and admiration.

The deeds of this great Confucianism are indeed heart-stirring.

But at this moment, there was a trace of sadness on Sheng Zi's face.

"That great Confucian has cultivated into the divine fire, separated the heaven and the earth, and divided the world with the great skill of the primordial spirit.

Turn that seriously ill place into a forbidden area.

He treated many sick people by himself with the power of Yuanshen, and two years passed by so quickly.

After two years, the Confucian finally found the source of the serious illness. "

"The source of the serious illness comes from a sick tiger deep in the ground. The sick tiger has great powers and harvests the lives, souls, and flesh and blood of the people in that rainforest, hoping to turn the souls into minions for it to devour and heal its own sick body."

"At that time, outside the rainforest that had already become a forbidden area, many people of the same ethnic group feared illness like tigers, erected high walls, and set fire to the forest.

Therefore, the great Confucian couldn't bear the death of thousands of people, so he decided to feed the tiger with his body. "

"It's impossible to test the details, but the barbarian boy once said that on that day, over the rain forest that was originally cloudy and rainy, there were red clouds all over the sky, and rainbow lights crossing the clouds."

"Thunder flickered in the sky, and vaguely, he once saw an old man wearing a bamboo hat, straw sandals, and carrying a book bucket, just like he entered Nanzhao alone, slowly walking towards the thunder in the sky."

Lu Jing took a deep breath, and tears welled up in Lu Yi's eyes.

Sheng Zi looked down at the plain heels beside her, and said softly: "The great Confucianism has become a soul, and once bowed its head to give advice to that wild boy.

This plain heel should be sent to Taixuanjing. "

"Now, this horse has come to my house. If it is willing, I can be with it all day long, raise it until it is old and weak, and send it west."

Even the plain heels seemed to be human, with the horse's head lowered, and there seemed to be tears in his eyes.

Lu Jing was silent for a while, and then asked, "May I ask Miss Sheng, this great Confucian... I don't know what his name is?"

(End of this chapter)