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

Chapter 347 If I Slay the Black Dragon First, Can You Wait for Me to Land?
The year of Qi Beishan has come to an end.

Under the rule of King Qi Yuan, he originally only planned to hold his few fragmented books for the rest of his life.

It's just that things in the world are not as expected, and he finally came to Taixuanjing just like his nephew who is called the young scholar.

"Nine Heavens He Lu opened the palace, and the clothes of all nations worshiped the crown..."

Qi Beishan was holding a goat's head crutch, he was born outside Taixuanjing, but his eyes still fell on the magnificent Dafuxuandu.

Dafu Taixuan Jingguo deserves to be the No.1 city in the world, as prosperous as a fairy city in the sky.

Even though Qi Beishan once visited the capital of the Dafu country when he was young, it is still unavoidable to be happy to see him again now.

Behind Qi Beishan, Qi Hanzhang, the young book sage of Qi State, looked worried in his eyes as he looked at the clouds and mist flowing in the distance.

Farther away, on a carriage, the pale and stern Gu Chenxiao opened the curtain of the carriage like Qi Hanzhang, as if waiting for the cloud to come here.

"Uncle... I don't know where Lu Jing has gone?"

Qi Hanzhang was still dressed in black robes, with a high crown of Confucian students from Qi State on his head, and his body was full of bookishness.

But at this moment, there was apprehension in his tone.

Qi Beishan's beard is already white, his eyes are also old, it seems that his hands are powerless.

But such an old man was holding an extremely heavy guqin in his arms, and the guqin was covered with a black cloth, only its shape could be seen.

"On that mountain a hundred miles away, he found me, and he also found Mr. Wang Beard.

As for the two dragon kings, the power of the dragon was flying for hundreds of miles, so naturally they couldn't hide it from Duke Jing. "

Qi Beishan spoke softly, looked kindly, and looked at Qi Hanzhang with some kindness in his eyes.

Qi Hanzhang glanced at the carriage parked in the distance, his expression became more and more worried.

"This Lu Jing is Duke Dafu after all. I will wait for him in front of Taixuanjing. If Lord Dafu gets angry..."

Qi Hanzhang didn't know what the intention of this move was: "It is impossible for us to kill Lu Jing before the capital is destroyed.

That being the case, I don't know why my king needs to make such an unnecessary move? "

When the young calligrapher of the Qi State spoke, he suppressed his voice with his vitality so that the ancient prince in the carriage could not hear him.

On the contrary, Qi Beishan looked a little free and easy.

"I'm already old, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for the spiritual tide to come again, and I won't be able to explore the pure yang realm with my own cultivation and opportunity.

So in King Qi's eyes, it doesn't matter whether I live or die. "

"Come here to Taixuanjing, although you can't kill Lu Jing in front of Taixuanjing, but you can break his courage to go straight to the bullfight, so that he can die faster when he is ready for disaster."

Qi Beishan spoke eloquently.

Qi Hanzhang was silent for a long time, and then said: "It's a pity that my Qi family will have a grudge against this peerless arrogance.

It would be fine if he died in the hands of Xilou in the sky, but if he really survived, one day my Qi family will definitely suffer the consequences of this time. "

Qi Beishan was probably tired from standing, he looked around and found a flat rock.

He walked towards the rock, sat down, and looked at Qi Hanzhang curiously: "Although you are polite, but I only Hanzhang, you have a bit of arrogance to look down on your peers in the world.

Never thought that you walked the river in the middle of the road, your spirit was completely restrained, and you really became a scholar who only cared about reading and writing? "

Qi Beishan commented on Qi Hanzhang in this way, but there was no harshness or sarcasm in his tone, it seemed that he was just curious about the ability of the only Lu Jing to make such a big change in Qi Hanzhang.

Qi Hanzhang smiled helplessly.

He Zhongdao and his party, he faced several murders, and almost all of these murders came from Lu Jing, who is both excellent in calligraphy and painting.

If it hadn't been for Jixia Jiange Kaiyang Sword Seat to exchange his life for him, he would have been buried in the middle of the river, becoming one of the hundreds of millions of dead bones...

This is not a big deal, since he is practicing Yuanshen and going to Hezhong Road to seek opportunities in Lutan, he must be prepared to die.

Qi Hanzhang's temperament is elegant, but he is not a weak person. In addition, he became famous at a young age, and his soul entered the way of calligraphy. He even visited the calligrapher of Donghe Kingdom and received the best calligraphy in the world. Naturally, as his uncle said, he had cultivated a bit of arrogance.

It's just... After seeing Lu Jing, his arrogance was all worn out by Lu Jing's writings on killing dragons, writing real dragon poems, and even killing hundreds of dragons in the river, hundreds of heavenly prides, etc. went.

Even now, in retrospect, Qi Hanzhang was often afraid of the sharpness of the Rain Calling Sword and Wind Calling Sword in Lu Jing's hands.

Therefore.

Only a few months later, Qi Hanzhang, who had just returned to the Qi Kingdom, set off again to follow Qi Beishan to Taixuanjing for the young sword armor Lu Jing, which made him even more depressed.

"Lu Jing... is different from ordinary people. Hanzhang always thinks of him these days. Every time I compare him with all the teenagers and even young people in my country of Qi, I am always surprised to find...

With a population of [-] million in Qi, no one can compare with Lu Jing. "

Qi Beishan's expression was still kind, and he nodded and said: "So you are worried that if I come here to grind Lu Jing's prestige, I will bring disaster to the Qi family in the future?"

Qi Hanzhang nodded.

Qi Beishan hugged the Changqin tightly, and said with a smile: "The sky is falling, and there is a monster sitting on the throne carrying it!

My Qi family is an aristocratic family of the Qi country, and even the Qi land got its name because of the word "Qi" of my Qi family.

It's just... The articles handed down from generation to generation, calligraphy and painting handed down from generation to generation, after all, can't compare to the demon sitting in the palace of white bones, pool of blood and flesh.

Since he wants me to come, then Qi Beishan, who has not had a good life for a few years, will also come.

And why think too much? "

"There is a saying... a thousand-year-old family, my Qi family has existed for thousands of years, but now it can only survive under the command of Gu Yuanji, such a family is dead, is it a pity?"

When Qi Beishan said this, he shook his head: "It's a pity that the ancestor can't see through these things. Since he can't see through, and King Qi Yuan issued an order, what's the matter if I go through it once?
It happened to meet for a while the young Duke whose reputation has been spread all over the world. "

Qi Hanzhang stared blankly at his uncle.

Qi Beishan stretched out his hand and patted Qi Hanzhang's shoulder: "But...you don't have to be too nervous.

It is true that Lu Jing has a peerless talent. It is said that he killed two divine towers on the Wudaodong mountain lake in that chapter, one of which was even the second divine tower in the Northern Qin Dynasty. Xiang Ding of martial arts chance..."

Qi Beishan said this.

Qi Hanzhang's body trembled suddenly: "Uncle, you said that Lu Jing killed two divine towers? Killed that Northern Qin Juding Servant?"

Qi Beishan ignored Qi Hanzhang and just turned around.

Spiritual thoughts flowed in his cloudy eyes, and he captured several other people in the valley with great precision.

"One of the Eight Great Families of the River East, Wang Rangong of the Wang family, Ao Jiuyi of the East China Sea, and Feng Zhuhe of the South China Sea are all here.

Ao Jiuyi and Feng Zhuhe each brought their treasures from Dinghai.

In addition, my Flowing Spring Guqin can always stop him and sharpen the edge of his sword energy.

Lu Jing's sword energy is too strong, and his temperament is also strong. If he can cut off his temperament and sword energy, it will not be easy for him to pass the level of the West Tower in the sky. "

Hearing Qi Beishan's words, Qi Hanzhang couldn't help standing on tiptoe and looking at a peach tree in the distance.

Under the peach tree, a dark-faced, majestic middle-aged man was holding a stylus and looking carefully in front of him.

"One of the Eight Great Families in the River East, the Patriarch of the Wang family, Mr. Wang Beard of Iron Pen..."

Qi Hanzhang stared closely at the stylus in Wang Rangong's hand.

If it is normal, Qi Hanzhang will definitely come forward to ask for advice, and with the courtesy of a disciple, he will discuss pen, ink and calligraphy with him.

But now, there is a stone tablet as tall as a person placed in front of the bearded man.

On the stone tablet, Wang Rangong wrote a few lines with an iron pen.

Qi Hanzhang just glanced at it, only to feel terrified.

"A century-old empire, a thousand-year family...

In the land of the Central Plains, the Eight Great Aristocratic Families in Hedong have a profound heritage, and each of the family heads is not a person who has made a name for himself. "

Qi Hanzhang sighed in his heart.

Then he raised his head and looked at the clouds above his head.

In the void, there seemed to be wind and thunder flickering, and a torrential rain was brewing.

Indistinctly visible, two real dragons, one white and one black, are looming.

These two real dragons each held a treasure in their mouths.

Presumably it is the treasure of Dinghai.

"It's unlucky for this Dafu Wufang Hailong to get into trouble with such a big evil star as Lu Jing.

The Dragon King of West Cloud Sea and even the Dragon King of Taichong died in the hands of Lu Jing, and the Dragon Palace of West Cloud Sea was slaughtered by Lu Jing...

Their courage is admirable, they even dare to come here to wear down Lu Jing's courage. "

Qi Hanzhang sighed quietly in his heart.

Qi Beishan at the side has already lifted the black cloth and took out a guqin.

This guqin is about four feet long. The crown horn, Yueshan and Chenglu are made of extremely rare Jingkong hardwood.

Surprisingly, an extremely rare rune is engraved in every broken pattern.

Those runes flowed out of the spring like flowing water, faintly emitting a melodious sound, faint and distant!
"Liuquan..." Qi Hanzhang was a little dazed.

Qi Beishan stroked the strings with withered hands, his eyes were full of tenderness.

"The greatest achievement in my life is becoming the owner of the flowing spring.

It is its misfortune, but also my blessing, that Yipin Changqin matches me. "

When Qi Beishan said this, he suddenly felt lost: "I have no grievances with that Lu Jing, yet I want to come here to stop him.

As a person in the world, I want to help kill people in the sky because of the impurity in the world.

Beishan was treacherous when he was young, so there is nothing pity in doing such things.

It's a pity that Liuquan Changqin wants to murder a real celebrity like Lu Jing together with me! "

Qi Hanzhang seemed to be aware of it, and saw the black dragon in the East China Sea roaring in the clouds and mist in the sky.

In an instant, the world suddenly changed.

A supernatural power brought up the vitality and turned it into a thick dark cloud, covering the void for hundreds of miles.

Qi Hanzhang turned his head, only to see that Prince Gu Chenxiao had already got off the carriage, looking towards Yuankong with some pleasure in his eyes.

For no reason, he thought of Lu Jing's essay on killing the dragon, and the few lines of poems that Lu Jing sat down...

"Flying 300 million sword qi, stirring up Zhou Tianhan!"

"Taiping world, the world is the same cold and hot..."

The unrestrained cursive script seems to be brewing with unrivaled pride.

Even though Lu Jing Yu He Zhongdao almost killed him, Qi Hanzhang still admired Lu Jing very much.

"Lu Jing is indeed a real celebrity.

Uncle, you are not afraid of life and death, and you also call Lu Jing a real celebrity, and you don't want this Liuquan Changqin to be infected with evil, and you don't care whether the Qi family exists or not...

That being the case, why do you have to go to Taixuanjing once, and why use the sound of the piano to wear down Lu Jing's courage? "

Qi Hanzhang stared closely at the clouds that suddenly rose in the distance.

In the cloud and mist, an extremely handsome young man dressed in white, with a sword on his waist and a face like a crown jade, came walking towards him.

Admiration rose in his heart, and he couldn't help but persuade Qi Beishan.

Qi Beishan sat cross-legged on the rock, with his hands flat on the long piano.

"I don't care whether the family exists or not, and I'm not afraid of death.

But I don't want to let my ancestor down, he cut off his arms and legs to protect the Qi family, and since I am the heir of the Qi family, I must always repay the kindness of my ancestors with both arms and feet. "

Qi Beishan stroked the strings.

In an instant, the ice and snow seemed to melt in the void, and there seemed to be rivers flowing freely.

This voice is gentle and loose, but there seems to be wisps of atmosphere in it, and it seems to condense a star palace.

In the star palace, there are flowing water and clear springs flowing wantonly, and there are literati drinking and having fun.

Among the clear springs and flowing water, it is like a huge gully welcoming autumn, and a cold river reflecting the moon.

All visions were transformed into supernatural powers, which spread throughout the farthest valley.

And the patriarch of the Wang Family of the Eight Great Aristocratic Families in the River East, Wang Rangong, went forward with a stylus in his hand.

The stylus pierced the rock in front of him.

The huge mountain rock immediately turned into fragments, and then turned into smoke and dust.

The smoke and dust filled the void, but with the fragrance of pen and ink, it illuminated the void.

Ao Jiuyi opened his mouth again and spit out a dragon's head and bones.

Only two dragon horns are emerald green on the bones of the dragon head, as if they are full of life.

Behind Feng Zhuhe, the phantom of the white dragon floated.

But she turned into a human form and walked out of the clouds with bare feet.

The Dragon King of the South China Sea looked at Lu Jing, and said slowly, "Please stop here, Duke Jing, and walk into Xuandu!"

Rumble!
In an instant, the sky and the earth were turbulent.

The sound of the piano fills the void.

There is also the dragon, which is majestic and overwhelms the world.

Standing in the distance, Wang Rangong saluted Lu Jing from a distance: "Mr. Lu Jing's merits and virtues are alive in this world, but the competition of knowledge is fierce. Wang Rangong invites you to come down to the ground and discuss with me what Confucianism and Taoism are orthodox!"

And Lu Jing on the cloud was holding the handle of the grass cutter in his hand, watching.

But he saw that there was no road in the valley, but a muddy path.

The muddy path was winding and twisting, and there were magical powers and magic sounds all over it, and there was a line of words written by Wang Rangong on the roadside stele.

"Youth ambition, cut from now on!"

This line of text is extremely murderous, and the dragon's power of swallowing the sky is brewing in it. The sound of Qi Beishan's piano, which was originally extremely upright, fell into the path, and it was full of evil spirits!
"This small path is interesting. They spent a lot of trouble in order to cut off the meaning of Fuguang in my sword energy, the energy of Dongjun."

Lu Jing's thoughts flashed.

Suddenly, he saw a sword light shining on the muddy path.

The dilapidated, decayed, and dead silence of the sword light made people shudder, as if a tall building collapsed, a great country collapsed, and thousands of people died.

At the source of the sword energy, a swordsman in black was staring at Lu Jing.

When Lu Jing saw the swordsman, his expression did not change.

"No one can force Lu Jing to take the path."

He whispered to himself, and the dark clouds, the sound of the piano, the ink and dust, and the blood of the roaring black dragon rushed towards him.

"Dragon King of the East China Sea?"

Lu Jing laughed: "You and the wind are the only ones who live in the ravine here, and you are not allowed to enter my place!"

"If I slay the black dragon first, can you wait for me to fall to the ground?"

(End of this chapter)