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

Chapter 283 The Tenth Star
The blood of immortals is also red, which is no different from that of human beings.

When the star-piercing immortal had no power to resist, he was smashed into a blood mist by Lu Jing with the power of Lutan, and then condensed into a drop of blood, which was then swallowed by him.

In front of the Taixian Hall of Taixuan Palace, the White Deer Excalibur suspended in the air let out a clear cry.

Emperor Chongtian, who had his hands behind his back and raised his eyes to look at the deep Zhouyu and Jidu Luohu, couldn't help but turn his head and look in the direction of Hezhongdao.

He couldn't help but drop his hands, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became clearer.

"As expected of the person I and Jiang Shoufu have taken a fancy to."

Emperor Chongtian said: "I thought that even if Lu Jing's body and primordial spirit could accommodate the power of Lutan, he would not be able to cross several realms and face several immortals, but he never thought that this young man's body is stronger than I imagined."

The white deer trembled slightly, and a sword light shone on it. The sword light fell to the ground, and instantly turned into a figure, which was Jia Shangmin's sword light incarnation.

The incarnation of Shang Min stood in the glorious palace, but he didn't salute Emperor Chongtian when he met Emperor Chongtian. Instead, he said, "Isn't this just what you want? The stronger Lu Jing is, the better it will reflect the two stars of Jidu Luohu. Maybe one day, his sharp The sword light will be able to chop off that sky tower."

Emperor Chongtian did not respond to Shang Min, but the smile on the corner of his mouth grew stronger.

"It's just that such a young man with the pride of Chen Baxian who reflects on the platform of Zhanlong, is reflected in Jidu Luohu in your painting, and uses this puppet to kill the immortal. Isn't the gain outweighed by the loss?"

"He turned into a puppet, the courage in his heart melted away, and the rare and fearless sword soul was dusty since then, and the light-supporting sword energy was also dusty from then on, never to see the light of day again.

Shengjun, you want Lu Jing to kill the immortal, you want him to kill the sky, but you destroyed this peerless arrogance.

What's more, the original Lu Jing has already held the power of heaven and earth, He Zhongdao could have avoided the catastrophe, but now turning Lu Jing into a puppet, isn't it a waste of rare power in this world? "

Emperor Chongtian flicked his sleeves slowly, and Echo walked into the Taixian Hall. At the top of the hall, on the table with a dragon corpse inlaid, there was also a piece of straw paper.

The word "violent" was written on the straw.

"Lu Jing's cultivation spirit is almost unparalleled, but the sword of Slaying Immortals doesn't need to be fierce, it only needs to be sharp enough."

Emperor Chongtian looked at the writing on the straw paper: "If it is too hard and too kind, it cannot be used as the first knife to kill immortals."

"He killed the Immortal Phi Xing today, and the two stars of Jidu Luohu were summoned by Lutan, and affected by the corpse of the immortal in it, Lu Jingying would definitely be granted the qualification to reflect these two primordial stars.

Even if these two stars are the guards of Tianque, Ming Yujing can't stop Lu Jing.

Maybe...Ming Yujing would think that Lu Jing was the one chosen by Tian Que. "

"As for the right to call the wind and the rain..."

Emperor Chongtian's expression remained unchanged: "If you plan for a while, how can you plan for eternity.

Over the past 6000 years, the immortals have always looked down on the human world, and a generation of human heroes wanted to get rid of the immortals, and they all turned into yellow sand in the end.

This was the case in the Taiwu Dynasty in the past, and it was also the case in the earlier Chaoge.

And the last battle of spiritual tides, if it wasn't for Ming Yujing not wanting chaos in the world, maybe Dafu would have already been wiped out in it!

Shang Min, as a king, his gaze should not be fixed in one place. Although the Hezhong Road is sad, it cannot be more sad than the fate of hundreds of years of life on earth. "

Shang Min thought for a while, and the avatar also walked into the Taixian Hall, and he also calmly walked to the top of the Taixian Hall, and looked down at the two letters written by Lu Jing to Prince Thirteen Yanxu.

"You killed Lutan Immortal just because of this so-called chess game?"

The sword armor under heaven looked at the dragon corpse embedded in the table with some disgust.

"I am the Lord of the Deer Lake." Emperor Chongtian said, "I killed the Deer Lake Immortal, refined the Deer Lake, and used the Deer Lake to find the world's deer."

When he said this, he glanced at Shang Min: "I originally wanted to get you, a deer, but I never thought that you would walk out of your own way, enter the fairyland and come back with the fairy sword. Mastered the magic technique, the two swords of the White Deer."

"I have planned for a long time, you are the first person to escape from my control, and you will be the last."

"Huh?" Shang Min suddenly smiled: "The world is vast, and there are countless arrogances, but it is rare to see an arrogance like Lu Jing.

Shengjun, you want Lu Jing to be your puppet to kill the immortals. You think that the power of Lutan is enough to make Lu Jing lose his way, and you think that the two stars of Jidu Luohu are enough to make Lu Jingshen fall into a murderous attack and cannot extricate himself...

It's just that Lu Jing is a swordsman. "

"Sword practitioners are the ones with the most strength. Although the Fuguang Sword Qi he cultivated is immature, but the last time I saw him, the Fuguang Sword Qi has acquired the charm of human sword Qi.

As for He Zhongdao and his party, the light-supporting sword energy has been mixed with Gou Chen Leiting, and there is even the golden thunder of Dafu law, and further, the fearless sword spirit...

At this moment, no matter whether it is sword energy, temperament, or even sword spirit, it seems that they are all confused by the power of Lutan and influenced by the killing energy drawn out by Jidu Luohu.

It's just that I don't think that the power of Lutan and Jidu Luohu can always overwhelm the light-supporting sword energy and fearless sword spirit. "

Emperor Chongtian sat back on the throne, leaning forward slightly while holding the armrest with one hand, and lightly tapped the straw paper with the other hand.

In an instant, a flame ignited on the straw paper, burning the word violent.

"If it's just the induction meter Du Luohu, it may not be able to overwhelm the sword qi and sword soul.

But Lu Jing wanted to reflect those two primordial stars. "

At the end of Emperor Chongtian's words, the dragon corpse embedded in the table case suddenly opened its eyes and looked at the avatar of Shang Min.

"You bet me, now that Lu Jing has killed Immortal Phi Xing, he has induced Ji Du Luohu...Shang Min, you lost."

Shang Min's avatar remained motionless, and the White Deer Excalibur floating in front of the Taixian Hall seemed to feel a pity, and a white light burst out from the sword.

The white light was hazy, and when it touched the moonlight in the sky, it appeared brighter and brighter.

The White Deer Excalibur was once lent to Lu Jing by Shang Min, the fourth most powerful sword in the world seems to remember Lu Jing.

"Shengjun, haven't you noticed that the words that the lady from the Nanguo Mansion said seemed to make Lu Jing, who was lost, have some doubts?"

Sensing the light of the White Deer Excalibur, Shang Min suddenly spoke.

Emperor Chongtian's eyes moved, and he just shook his head: "It's not enough."

Shang Min seemed to agree with Emperor Chongtian's words, the brilliance on his body gradually dissipated, and said: "It's not over yet, let's see."

Shang Min's voice came.

The blazing light on the White Deer Excalibur disappeared.

But the wind and rain stopped in Taixuanjing, and then it snowed heavily.

The goose feathers are snowing heavily in this most prosperous place in the world. Some people lament that the auspicious snow is a sign of a good year. The children of the big mansions play in the snow at night, while the children of the common people hide at home, fearing that they will catch the wind and cold in this snowy night.

Joy varies from person to person.

Sheng Zi was sitting in the restaurant, and the mysterious storyteller in green shirt was supposed to be on stage to tell the story, but now he was nowhere to be seen.

Sheng Zi waited for a long time, but for some reason, she became more and more bored and nervous, and even a little out of breath.

The young lady in the Taishu Pavilion's Second Assistant Lord's residence was pale. She had already entered the martial arts all the way, but she was panting inexplicably.

So on this snowy night, Sheng Zi pushed open the window beside her.

She looked up at the sky, only to find that there was an extremely bright star in the sky full of black clouds.

"Lu Jing once said that when a person leaves the world, he will always turn into a shining star in the sky, illuminating the path of the person in his heart from then on."

"I just don't know whose path this star is illuminating?"

Shengzi in red missed Lu Jing more and more, she couldn't hold back the impulse in her heart anymore, turned over and jumped out of the window of the restaurant.

She rode on the plain heels and headed towards the city gate without looking back.

She was going to Hezhong Road to find Lu Jing, and if she didn't see Lu Jing again, she just felt that her heart was going to die.

Mr. Guanqi and Mr. Eleven sat on the fifth floor of the Slimming Tower, and they were also looking at the scene outside the Slimming Tower. Both of them were silent.

After a long time, Mr. Guanqi looked at Mr. Eleven and asked, "Is the begonia... given to Qingyue?"

Mr. Eleven nodded: "Qingyue is worthy of that crabapple."

……

Just as Mr. Eleven said, it snowed heavily that day, and it was rare for Qingyue to return to Kongshan Lane, Yanglu Street.

The small courtyard in Kongshan Lane had already been bought by Qingyue with Shuxiu given by the Thirteenth Prince.

It's just that after Lu Jing went to Hezhong Road for more than half a year, Qingyue stayed in the library all the time, studying pharmacology with Mr. Eleven, and went to the Shantang in Taixuanjing from time to time, but rarely returned to the empty mountain alley.

The reason is that this small courtyard is full of Qingyue's memories. Every time Qingyue returns to her room, she habitually looks out the window to see if it's the time when Lu Jing is about to return. There are traces of Lu Jing.

Especially the two chairs in front of the main house, Lu Jing and Qing Yue would always sit together and talk a lot every evening.

"My lord, since you left Taixuanjing, no one has sat here with me to talk."

Qingyue sat on the chair alone.

She is kind and fragile, and she wants to cry when she thinks of Lu Jing.

Especially today, Qingyue became more and more depressed. After sitting alone for a long time, she thought of something again, and suddenly stood up and entered the main room.

In the main house, the crabapple bloomed again.

When Qingyue saw the pink and white flowers of Begonia, her heart beat suddenly a lot faster, as if a mountain had been crushed in her heart.

"What's going on here?"

Before Qingyue came to Haitang, the faint worry in her heart turned into biting cold the moment she saw the Begonia flowers in full bloom.

She seemed to have expected something, but felt that the cold wind outside the door was stronger, making her feel chilly all over her body.

Qingyue stabilized her trembling body and looked down at the pink and white flowers.

In an instant, Qingyue saw the scene in the white flowers again.

She vaguely saw Lu Jing walking alone on a dark road, which was extremely dark.

Lu Jing lowered his head and walked quietly.

His eyes were confused, he seemed to have forgotten everything, and also his own heart, even the sword on his waist had disappeared, and he just walked aimlessly.

Go, go... go!

"Master..." Qingyue shouted in a low voice with a trembling voice.

She had a strong premonition.

If the young master continues like this, he will be farther and farther away from this world.

"Master!"

Qingyue's voice suddenly became high-pitched, trying to wake Lu Jing up.

But Lu Jing seemed to be unknown, still walking forward stiffly and numbly.

"Master...Master..."

Qingyue's body trembled constantly, but her voice became louder and louder.

"Young master," as if carrying Qingyue's longing, her yearning, and her nostalgia and reluctance for Lu Jing, through the pink and white flowers, finally...

Finally, the scene came to Lu Jing's ears.

Lu Jing, who was walking on the dark road, seemed to hear Qing Yue's call.

He stopped in a little confusion, lowered his head and didn't know what to think.

Qingyue is still calling.

So Lu Jing in the dark turned his head and looked back.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Jing seemed to see something, and there was more clarity in his confused eyes.

"Qingyue..." He also said Qingyue's name, but there was a bit of doubt in his tone, as if he was recalling...

Qingyue... who is it?
"It's me, master."

Qingyue stood where she was, with her head bowed, her shoulders shrugged, and the cold wind outside the door kept blowing, blowing her blue dress.

"It's my young master."

"Hurry up... come back quickly, this courtyard is too dark, I dare not live here alone."

……

It was just an ordinary sentence.

But when the girl faced the crabapple flower, she said these words in a trembling and expectant tone.

Emperor Chongtian in front of the table in Taixian Hall suddenly frowned, then stood up and looked in the direction of Hezhong Road.

The White Deer Excalibur was full of light.

The avatar of Shang Min in the sword armor dispersed suddenly, and the White Deer Excalibur rolled up a beam of light, and flew out of Taixian Hall and Taixuan Palace in an instant.

"Let me see...how far can Lu Jing go?"

……

On Hezhong Road, Lu Jing above Lutan lowered his head, a name kept popping up in his mind.

The owner of that name accompanied him day and night, the owner of that name placed his beliefs on him unreservedly, and the owner of that name lived in the brightest and softest place in his heart.

"Qingyue..."

Lu Jing whispered to himself.

Scenes from the past seemed to be remembered by him.

He remembered Qingyue carrying the lunch box, standing under the gap in the rockery, bending over to look at himself.

He remembered that Qingyue always smiled at him with her hands behind her back and her eyebrows bent.

He remembered what Qingyue said when he carefully took a bite of the peach blossom pastry, and then sold the remaining peach blossom pastry to count the money.

"This is money for the young master to practice martial arts..."

Scenes of the past flowed by like those disgusting scenes.

He thought of the pair of immature and clear eyes in Shantang.

He remembered the nonsense of Nan Fengmian and Nan Xuehu when they were drinking with him.

I remembered the letter Chen Xuanwu wrote to him.

Thinking of the gentleness on Mr. Guanqi's face and the admiration in his eyes when Mr. Guanqi met him for the first time, he remembered the black sandalwood sword and heart-holding pen that Mr. Guanqi gave him.

Sheng Zi, Si Wanyu, Nan Heyu, Zhuo Yaoluo, Zhong Yubai, Yu Qixiang, Wei Jingzhe, Guan Changsheng, Mr. Nine, Mr. Eleven...

Countless figures were intertwined in his mind, instantly igniting the light-supporting sword energy conceived on his primordial spirit, and igniting his sword soul.

"My world is roughly these people."

Lu Jing remembered many things. Suddenly, a sword light surged from his body, and the sword energy burst out of the light, illuminating the entire deer pond, and it seemed to illuminate the world...

The sword bone between his brows was still trembling, and the sword bone came from Mr. Si's human sword.

"In this universe, the human world is also a star..."

"Since I hold the sword energy of the world, I think the world is very good, why not reflect the stars in the world?"

Lu Jing whispered softly.

That day, Madman Chu, who was among the stars of three stars, stood on the rooftop and looked down at Lutan, then nodded: "Guanqi, you have a good eye, the power of Lutan made a wedding dress for Lu Jing, otherwise Lu Jing would have to accumulate for a long time, Only then can it reflect the third star."

"The world is also a primordial star."

"The tenth star!"

(End of this chapter)