If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified

  Chapter 27 Nanfengmian came to sea on Tishan, but Lu Jing was not enough to become a son-in-law

  The clouds in the sky are scattered, the moon is in the middle of the sky, bright and gentle.

  The moonlight fell on the tree branches, casting mottled black shadows.

  The people in front of the hospital, as the prime heels improved, the atmosphere became much more relaxed.

   When Lu Jing spoke, there seemed to be a unique light in his eyes.

  The light was convincing, and it also made the prime heel more and more peaceful.

  Lu Jing picked up the rein and handed it to the splendid figure who was staring at him.

  Sheng Zi came back to her senses, her eyes became a little unnatural, she took the reins and thanked Lu Jing.

  Lu Jing said with a smile: "Miss Sheng family doesn't need to be too polite, it was originally because I asked questions out of curiosity that caused this kind of trouble."

   Shengzi shook his head and said, "Young Master Jing, we have some friendship, so just call me Shengzi, you don't have to be so polite."

  Lu Jing thought for a while and was about to say something.

   Shengzi added: "I see your sentence that you must present a sword when you meet a knight on the road, and I also know that your temperament is free and easy, and you shouldn't be so twisted."

   Lu Jing smiled and said, "Since this is the case, Lu Jing will not shirk."

   "Seeing that it's getting dark, Lu Yi and I have to go horse racing, Lu Jing, see you next time."

  Sheng Zi said goodbye to Lu Jing with a smile on her face.

   She led the horse onto the road, not forgetting to look back at Lu Jing.

  Lu Jing gave Sheng Zi a very good impression.

   Zhong Yubai, the senior guest of the Sheng family, in front of her, also highly respected the concubine of the Lu family who had never met.

   Even Lu Jing felt that this world was absurd because of his low status. That night, Zhong Yubai, who had not been drinking for many days, opened a pot and burned the river, drinking alone.

   After today's events, Sheng Zi felt more and more that Lu Jing stood out from the crowd of noble youths, a pearl in the sea.

   "It's just a pity, Lu Jing is already a low-ranking member, he can't take the scientific examination, he can't get a name, and his martial arts talent can't be called a good word according to his own words."

   "I hope my exhortation today is useful. He can turn to spiritual practice, and maybe he can find a smooth path in the future."

With this thought in mind,   Sheng Zi headed towards the racecourse.

  In front of Lu Jingyuan, only the old man with the scar, Lu Jing and Qingyue were left.

   Qingyue's eyes seemed to have flashes of light, faint and soft, like flowing water, pouring down on Lu Jing.

   She frowned and said to Lu Jing, "Master, how did you do it? As soon as you touched the white horse, the horse came to life."

  Lu Jing smiled softly at Qingyue, and said to the old man with scars: "Today I disturbed the elders."

  The old man had a smile on his face, but it was just because of the scar that he looked a little savage.

   "Young master is serious, we are just servants of the Lu Mansion, we can't be called elders."

   Lu Jing's face did not change, and he did not say much.

   But he had already guessed the origin of the old man with the scar and the old soldier named Wu Beidie that day.

   These two veterans seem to be in their fifties.

   In fact, the real age is probably more than seventy years old.

   But their physiques are still strong and their spirits are still strong, which makes Lu Jing's memory of the original body wake up and merge.

   "When I was nine years old, I saw these two old people when I was worshipping my ancestors.

   At that time, before Lu Shenyuan was exiled, the two old people worshipped their ancestors together with Lu Shenyuan.

   It should be noted that these two old people are not from the blood of the Lu family, but they were able to worship their ancestors together with the head of the Lu family. This shows that their identities and origins are extremely unusual.

   From that day Wu Bei died and asked Lu Jing to tell you the old lady that Lu Jing was taught martial arts by him.

   "These two old people must be extraordinary in martial arts, otherwise Nan Xuehu from the Snow Mountain Realm came to Lu Mansion, and the mansion would not let them come to our hospital.

  The so-called master is the first, the three of them must have my teacher, and I will never suffer from them when I respect them. "

   "Besides, Wu Bei will still protect me..."

  Lu Jing's mind moved lightly.

  The old man with scars looked at Lu Jing with a smile on his face.

  Lu Jingyuanshen suddenly appeared, and a warning sign suddenly appeared in his heart.

   Next moment!

   However, the old man with scars suddenly raised his left hand and punched lightly with his right hand, which had already smashed into Lu Jing's abdomen.

   In a very short moment, Lu Jing was already alert.

   Subconsciously, the twenty-four-style Crocodile Demon Bone Casting Technique and many body training methods were easily learned by him.

   He took a step back with his left leg, the muscles on his left leg were instantly tense, his bones were like steel in an instant, and the fascia all over his body became stronger.

   At the same time, Lu Jing made a fist with his right hand, his elbows gathered all his strength, and his bones snapped!

   His elbow seemed to be transformed into a ferocious giant crocodile, from top to bottom, suddenly biting at the fist that the scarred old man protruded.

   Lu Jing's reaction was extremely fast, reaching a limit.

   A strange color flashed in the eyes of the old man with the scar, but his hands did not stop at all.

   Lu Jing suddenly dropped his elbow and hit the back of the old man's hand suddenly.

  Kang!

   A hard sound.

  Lu Jing only felt that his elbow hit a piece of fine iron, his entire right arm was almost numb, and severe pain came from him.

   But the old man with the scar didn't know when, he had already withdrawn and stepped back, the smile on his face did not diminish, and he was standing not far away.

  Lu Jing gritted his teeth and took another deep breath.

  The method of controlling the skin, fascia, and bones of the Crocodile Demon Bone Casting Technique appeared in his mind.

   Qing Yue, who was beside her, finally reacted. She snorted and glared at the old man.

   "Unexpectedly, you have been secretly learning martial arts for a while."

  The old man with scars carried his hands on his back, and the scar on his right cheek extended from his temple, making the old man a little more terrifying.

  Lu Jing was puzzled, he was about to explain.

   Hearing the old man with the scar say again: "Bone rumbling, Young Master Jing's bone casting has already achieved initial success, and without the guidance of Fuzhong, you have a good talent. I'm afraid that you will practice for more than half a year. Am I right?"

  Lu Jing raised his brows slightly, thought about it, and nodded slightly.

  The old man with a scar laughed and asked, "Young Master Jing, you are very talented, but unfortunately you missed the best age for bone casting.

   Bones squeak, bones sound like gold and iron, and bones are like a bell.

  This third-level bone casting stage will also become more and more difficult for you, which may be a good thing for Young Master Jing. "

   The numbness on Lu Jing's right arm was also relieved a lot. He moved his joints slightly, but there was still probing in his eyes, looking at the old man with scar.

  The old man with a scar looked at Lu Jing with a deep meaning: "Since you are a son-in-law, you can't be sharp, you can't last for a long time, and you can't have both ability and integrity."

   "Although I am a defeated old soldier, I also know this, Master Jing, what do you think of the old soldier's words?"

  Lu Jing shook his head: "Senior, I'm not just a son-in-law. Besides, I'm also a lowly son-in-law. The son-in-law...is no longer part of the Lu family."

   "Hahaha... Who knows if you deserve to be this son-in-law?"

  Scarred old soldier said sternly: "Nan Fengmian, the mansion of the Duke of Nanguo, is on his way, and he will return to Beijing!

   He has been missing for 12 years, and now, 12 years later, he carries the body of Daduhu of Shanyin County, Northern Qin, wading through mountains and rivers, sailing on mountains and seas, carrying the dust and going out of the way..."

   "Nanguo Gongfu is in Taixuanjing, and it's going to soar into the sky."

  Lu Jing didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he heard the words of the old soldier with scars.

   "So, I'm not even qualified to be the son-in-law of Nanfu?"

   (end of this chapter)