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

Chapter 407: Holding Tianqiong’s Ribbon

it's getting dark.

 The crescent moon hangs high in the left half of the sky, and there are also a few remaining stars scattered in the light blue sky on the Dahuang Mountain.

A bonfire was set up under the moonlight and starlight.

Everyone was sitting around the bonfire. Aunt Huang Long looked at the rich lady on the other side of the bonfire with some vigilance.

The eyes of the female official in black flickered over Lu Jing and Taoist Aunt Huang Long from time to time.

 When she looked at Lu Jing, she could not hide the respect in her eyes.

Not long ago, the female officer clearly saw Lu Jing's sword energy flowing out, flowing into the clouds and mist like the moonlight of the stars and the moon, erecting a sword-holding mountain, and beheading seven visitors from the sky.

Her princess helped Lu Jing at the critical moment, and the plan to repay the favor was like water flowing in the east, and it had to dissipate like the passing clouds.

Because of this, even though this female official has seen a lot of the world, she does have full respect for Lu Jing.

As for Taoist Sister Huang Long, she looked calmly and her eyes looked normal, but there was still a sense of hostility in the deepest part of her eyes.

 Synesthetic whisks are indeed too precious.

As the most precious treasure of Gantong Temple in Nanzhao, it is also the most precious treasure of Nanzhao.

 Even in the entire world, there are very few magical instruments that can be compared with the synaesthetic whisk.

More importantly, the Synaesthesia Whisk is different from other precious magical instruments. This magical instrument does not require the holder's cultivation level. Even Yuanshen monks in the Rizhao realm can control and control this treasure.

The only thing needed is probably the recognition of the synaesthetic whisk.

And once this recognition is obtained, just like the fight on the Great Wilderness Mountain just now, the female Taoist with ordinary cultivation in front of her is only in the realm of Zhaoxing, but she can summon the dharma of the king of heaven to come to the world, although she cannot compete with the real Qiankun, the Great Dragon Elephant monk Even though he is on par with Chunyang and Yuque monks.

 These precious treasures originally belonged to Nanzhao and Gantong Temple, but now they are in the hands of the Taoist nun in front of me.

His own princess and Xiaozhi tried to reason with her but to no avail, which inevitably made the female officer in black angry.

"Zheng Pinghu, the master of Buddhism in Nanzhao and the number one scholar in Yongping forty-eight years, recorded in the 42nd section of "Yongdao Zhi" that this synaesthetic whisk was originally born in Yuyuan, and later fell into the hands of the Taiwu Dynasty's imperial master, and later became the master of the Taiwu Dynasty. Fu Taizu and Taizong raised troops, and the human king Chen Baxian killed the two emperors Taiwu and the imperial master. The whisk fell into the hands of the founding emperor of Qi.

After that, the founding emperor of Qi presented this thing to the former Daokui General Bahu, hoping to get General Bahu's help. It was not until General Bahu died that the whisk was acquired by the abbot of Gantong Temple who was traveling. "

"In addition to "Yongdao Zhi", among the world's classics, there are also "Chaoyin Jing" written by Huang Yuanjun of Qi State, "Yu Yuan Ji" written by an unknown person in the Taiwu Dynasty, and even miscellaneous notes written by Yu Xian, a merchant who traveled to Dafu, all of which can be proved This matter."

Lu Jing sat cross-legged in front of the bonfire, holding a few dead branches in one hand to add fuel to the bonfire. His eyes fell on the dancing flames and he talked.

“After all, Lu Jing lives peacefully in Taihua Mountain and is an old acquaintance with Taoist Aunt Huang Long. Taoist Aunt Huang Long... even came here to help me with this treasure.

Although I don’t know the identities of the two of you, since I know the origin of this synaesthesia whisk, naturally I can’t remain silent, so I have to say a few words. "

Lu Jing is like counting family treasures in detail, naming a series of books, all of which can be checked. They are the accumulation of Lu Jing on the self-cultivation tower.

 He had already read countless classics in the world while he was in the Cultivation Tower.

Later on, there were too many trivial matters. Although Lu Jing was studying in his spare time, he was still no older than those in the Cultivation Tower.

 Until he came to Mount Taihua, the days on Mount Taihua were long and peaceful.

When Lu Jing came to the Self-cultivation Tower in Taihua Mountain with him, there were many books that Lu Jing had never read. So these days, in addition to teaching the children on Taihua Mountain, he also studied with the classics and books in the Self-cultivation Tower. With miscellaneous notes and travel notes as companions, I have gained a lot.

The female official of Nanzhao couldn't help but be a little surprised when she heard that Lu Jing easily mentioned the names of Sanwu books and traced the origin of synaesthesia.

Princess Nanzhao was naturally surprised. She looked up and down at the scene and felt that the young man in white was worthy of being Mr. Library.

Taoist Aunt Huang Long spoke at this moment: "This whisk was left by my master. I don't know if it is the synesthetic whisk you two mentioned. I just call it Huangwa whisk."

 The yellow tile fly whisk has been in the Huangwa Taoist Temple in Taihua City for a long time and cannot be thrown away in my hands. "

The young Taoist nun on the mountain who has never seen the world pursed her lips and spoke with stubbornness in her tone.

Princess Nanzhao thought carefully and looked at Lu Jing again.

 Lu Jing had finished filling the firewood in his hand, clapped his hands and dusted off some.

“If Lu Jing had not made the trip to Dahuang Mountain, Taoist Aunt Huang Long would not have brought the yellow tile fly whisk down the mountain. Although the Tianzhu on Taihua Mountain was incomplete, it could eventually cover up the smell of the fly whisk, and there would not be today’s dispute.

In addition, the fly whisk in the Huangwa Taoist Temple has a tortuous origin, and it cannot be said who it belongs to. It is also unknown how it ended up in the Huangwa Taoist Temple, and then ended up in Nanzhao Gantong Temple just like before.

 Hence Lu Jing had no choice but to intervene in this matter and make peace with it, both in terms of emotion and etiquette. "

A slight smile appeared on Princess Nanzhao's lips, and she said with a smile: "Sir, when it comes to such a spiritual treasure as the synaesthetic whisk, how can we make peace at will?

If it were during the war in Nanzhao, the synaesthetic whisk would be enough to cause a war. Even today, the news of this treasure has leaked out, and I don’t know how many monks will covet it.

Mr. Lu Jing is famous all over the world, has noble virtues, is kind to many people in the world, and has the courage to break out of Taixuanjing. But what does this have to do with Nanzhao? "

The strange mark on the forehead of Princess Nanzhao seemed to be shining: "Yu Dongshen has brought his nineteen cavalry down the Great Wilderness Mountain. This is the other side of the mountain, too far from Chongshan City.

 At the end of the day, there are only a few of you and me in the Great Wilderness Mountain. Mr. Lu Jing, you kill the visitors from the sky with the truth of the human world. Even the strong men in the Qiankun realm died in your hands.

But... I am a real human being. Just like what you said, I am unreasonable today and want to let this synaesthetic whisk fall into my Nanzhao country again. How can you stop it? "

Hearing what Miss Hua Shang said, Ning Yandong suddenly became vigilant.

Taoist Aunt Huang Long’s expression was slightly condensed, and she was also a little nervous.

The whisk in her hand could vaguely detect the unfathomable cultivation level of the seemingly young rich lady in front of her. The vitality flowed down from the void, turning into a transparent waterfall and falling on the mark between her eyebrows, immersed in silence and stillness. , extremely mysterious.

Because of this, Taoist Aunt Huang Long was able to hide from the two of them while holding a treasure such as a synaesthetic whisk.

Only Lu Jing's expression did not change and he shook his head and said: "This is not unreasonable. Just now Lu Jing mentioned the origin of this whisk, which means that it is reasonable for treasures to be transferred. It is reasonable for such treasures to be transferred into the Huangwa Taoist Temple. The princess said synesthesia It was the right thing for the whisk to return to Gantong Temple in Nanzhao, and it is also right for the princess to take the whisk away now that she wants to rely on her cultivation. None of these reasons can be said to be good or bad."

Hearing Lu Jing say the word princess, the expressions of Princess Nanzhao and the female official in black all changed.

Princess Nanzhao took a careful look at Lu Jing and asked, "How do you know my identity, sir? I have been practicing for a long time. Not to mention this vast world, even many ministers of Nanzhao Kingdom may have long forgotten that there is still a place in Nanzhao Kingdom." I am such a princess.”

Lu Jing smiled casually and said calmly: "I have offended the imperial court, and I don't agree with the way of Northern Qin. But people always have to be prepared for danger in times of peace. On weekdays, when I have nothing to do on Taihua Mountain, I always have to study an escape route to avoid being attacked later. People come to kill you but you don’t know where to go.”

"So I have read many classics and miscellaneous notes of Nanzhao Kingdom. It is recorded in "Shiji State Affairs" that Nanzhao Xunshelong sent Princess Fengyang to the Great Leiyin Temple to meet Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."

Princess Fengyang touched the Ksitigarbha chakra mark on her forehead and couldn't help but shook her head, "You can know the world's affairs by reading thousands of books. It's true. Just one mention in such a rare book was remembered by the gentleman."

"I didn't pay much attention to it at first, but here today, Miss Nanzhao, Ksitigarbha Lun, Buddha's Light Magical Power, and hunting for treasures for Nanzhao are all overlapping. It inevitably reminds me of Princess Fengyang recorded in the book." Lu Jing said: " As I just said, since all the principles are somewhat reasonable, I can’t blame Princess Fengyang for taking them by force.”

When he said this, he turned to Taoist Aunt Huang Long and said, "Taoguan, can I borrow a whisk to take a look?"

Taoist Aunt Huang Long was a little hesitant, but when she saw Lu Jing's solemn expression and remembered what Lu Jing had done that was widely known in the world, she suppressed her hesitation and handed the whisk in her hand to Lu Jing.

Lu Jing looked down and saw that the whisk looked ordinary, and there was nothing surprising about it falling into his hand.

“Sure enough, the power of this kind of treasure can only be exerted after the owner is recognized.” Lu Jing said in a low voice.

Princess Fengyang of Nanzhao on the side was also looking at Lu Jing. She was wondering about what Lu Jing had done, but suddenly she saw Lu Jing snap his fingers in an instant.

 The fly whisk in his hand was suddenly carried by a swift energy and flew three feet away.

Princess Fengyang was about to stop her, but suddenly the wind and rain blurred her eyes. Even if she was already a monk in the Qiankun realm, her vision was blocked for a moment.

Three feet away, suddenly a ray of light fell.

 The night has already darkened, and the moon hangs high, like a jade-colored piece.

And the jade-colored satin seemed to have a drop of incense ash falling on it, burning through a piece.

The only difference is that the curling clouds and mist in the burned area rose up and turned into a cloud ladder in the blink of an eye.

The synaesthetic whisk fell on the ladder and was covered by clouds and mist.

 Princess Fengyang’s Ksitigarbha chakra mark on her forehead flickered, and her vitality was like a stream of cold water dispersing the wind and rain.

When she looked intently, she saw energy flowing crazily on the ladder in front of her, soaring straight into the sky, without knowing where it was going.

“What kind of treasure is this?” Princess Fengyang was a little surprised.

Lu Jing answered frankly: "This is a climbing ladder. I got it from Dafu Taixuan Palace. If Princess Fengyang wants to take it away, I will use this ladder to send the synaesthetic whisk thousands of miles away."

He did not lie. On that day, because he was watching Mr. Chongtian, he brazenly drew his sword to Emperor Chongtian, seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck, and obtained this strange object - [Climbing the Cloud Ladder].

The female official in black was a little frightened, and in the blink of an eye she was thousands of miles away... This kind of treasure is indeed magical.

Princess Fengyang frowned. She searched for seven or eight breaths. Suddenly her expression brightened and a smile appeared on her face again.

“The synaesthetic fly whisk has been wandering outside for too long. In fact, our Nanzhao ministers have long forgotten this treasure, so it is impossible to let him wander for a few more years.”

Princess Fengyang smiled and said: "Since I can't get this synaesthesia whisk, why should I offend people like Mr. Lu Jing?

We have a campfire today, and it’s better to chat about home affairs than to get into a tense situation. "

 Hearing these words, Lu Jing suddenly became curious.

The Princess of Nanzhao in front of me, who looks like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, is indeed a bit unique in her behavior.

 He was about to speak.

 Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves was heard on the mountain road.

 Princess Fengyang and Lu Jing were confused...

 Given their level of cultivation, they did not notice anyone coming on the mountain road.

The female official in black also stood up and was about to head towards the mountain road.

 But it was at this time that two more horses and two people appeared on the rugged mountain road.

The one who rode happily at the front was a beautiful girl with two ponytails.

There is a faint smell of burning in the deserted mountains, as if something like the sun is making everything more mature.

There is more red on the yellow rocks, as if a fire has been lit, burning all the way to the horizon.

 Princess Fengyang and Lu Jingju both saw the figure behind the beautiful girl.

So they could no longer sit still and stood up one after another.

They saw a thin old man sitting on a tall, majestic Beidi horse.

The old man held the reins casually and rode the horse, but in the eyes of Lu Jing and Princess Fengyang, the old man seemed to be holding a ribbon in the sky, as if he was riding a sun.

 (End of this chapter)