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

   Chapter 42 The young man is as gentle as jade, the gentleman watches chess without saying a word

   spit out the sword light for three thousand miles in one breath, slashed away the twelve autumns with one sword, and cut down a snow in the world!

  Lu Jing listened to Ning Qiang's words silently, and couldn't help but think that when Sheng Zi introduced him to the Nine Realms of Martial Arts, he also mentioned the scholar with the sword and the drinker who sealed the demon.

  Lu Jing didn't know who was a scholar who could kill twelve autumns and a snowfall with one sword for three thousand miles, nor did he know where the drinkers who sealed the demons came from.

   But in his heart, he was very interested in these many legendary characters.

   He was about to ask.

   Miss Honeysuckle next to Ning Qiang suddenly turned her head and looked outside the door, as if she saw something.

   After a few breaths, from the corner of the boulevard outside the courtyard, a young servant in green came.

  Lu Jing raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at Lin Rendong from the corner of his eyes.

   "It is possible to find out someone coming from such a distance. This Lin Rendong is not just an ordinary rich lady."

   Thinking about it carefully, Lin Rendong's father is also famous in this Dafu. He is a first-class Primordial Spirit cultivator.

   Born in such a prominent family, it is naturally impossible not to practice.

  Lu Jing pondered in his heart, the young servant in green clothes walked to the gate of the small courtyard, did not come in, but just saluted Lu Jing, Ning Qiang, and Lin Rendong from a distance.

   "The servants of Bieshan Courtyard have seen Young Master Jing and two young ladies."

   The little servant said, "My master has invited Young Master Jing to go, and ordered me to come and pass the news."

  Ning Qiang frowned, some doubts: "Your master?"

   After she asked, she immediately responded.

   There is indeed a new master in the Bieshan courtyard today, and that master is Lu Chongshan who returned from the Jokhang Temple.

   "Is it Uncle Chongshan?"

  Ning Qiang asked again, "Uncle invited Young Master Jing to come over, what's the matter?"

   The little servant hasn't answered yet, Lin Rendong smiled and said: "Look at what you asked, Master Chongshan invited Master Jing to come over, roughly because of that poem.

   Besides, if you ask the passers-by, what can they know? "

   "That's probably the case." Ning Qiang nodded and said to Lu Jing: "Cousin, then you will go as soon as possible, let uncle wait, but it is rude."

  Lu Jing slowly drained the tea in the cup, then stood up and went to the back room.

   About half a quarter of an hour later, Lu Jing had already changed his clothes and walked out.

   Beside Qingyue looked at Lu Jing with admiration, because Lu Jing had told him a few days ago - "If it is not expected, Uncle Chongshan will come to him."

   In just a few days, this sentence was fulfilled, as if everything was in Lu Jing's plan.

Lu Jing smiled at Qingyue, and then said to Ning Qiang and Lin Rendong: "Cousin, Miss Rendong, you all came to find me today, but I am going to Bieshan Courtyard. This is my rudeness. If you can come, I will invite the host."

   "Although my house is hard, I can still drink tea."

  Ning Qiang shook her head: "I originally came to thank you today, so how can I let you be the host? Elders please, don't dare to quit, you should go as soon as possible."

  Lu Jing said goodbye and left.

Lin Rendong watched Lu Jing go away, and praised: "Jing Gongzi is often criticized and cold-hearted in Lu's residence, but his words and deeds are all in line with etiquette and human feelings, not hurried or slow, and gentle as jade, which makes people feel surprise."

  Ning Qiang also had some surprises in his eyes: "In the past, my cousin devoted himself to studying, and I didn't know him well. On the contrary, he has also made me admire him for many days."

   "Written a good hand, understands many human truths, knows many poems that others don't know, but it is enough to be famous for a lifetime, and has a talent for martial arts..."

"Besides my uncle, since he came back, no one else in the mansion has been seen, not to mention cousin Lu Feng, Zhu, Zhou and other ladies, even if the old lady went, he also shied away on the grounds that he was ill. But today I sent someone to invite my cousin."

   "Such a variety of things, if this is replaced by other aristocratic families, it will definitely be treated preferentially, and it is just a scorpion, and the future is not extraordinary."

  Ning Qiang couldn't help but sighed again: "It's just a pity, because of the incident eight years ago, the old lady and Mrs. Zhong's hatred for him has been deeply rooted and cannot be changed. It's a pity."

  Lin Rendong smiled: "The fragrance of wine is not afraid of the depths of the alley. A son like Young Master Jing, no matter where he goes, he will prosper and shine. As everyone knows, why should Miss Qiang be worried?"

  Ning Qiang shook her head, probably thinking of the recent situation of Lu Mansion, and said softly, "I feel sorry for Lu Mansion."

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  Lu Jing followed the blue-clothed servant all the way.

   went straight to the North Courtyard of Lufu.

   Even further away from Qingliu Pavilion is Bieshan Courtyard.

   This courtyard is where the second mansion of the Lu family is located.

  Bie Shanyuan is very large, and there are many small courtyards inside. The mountain road built is winding, many rockeries, trees, flowers are high and low, and there is a hillside.

  Although it is autumn now, the entire hillside is full of lush green and covered with mist that never dissipates, like elegant silk, which is very beautiful.

  Lu Jing walked on the hillside for about half an hour, but two people came from a distance.

   The little boy who led Lujing forward was separated by a very long distance, then stopped and bowed to the two of them.

  Lu Jing waited for the two of them to approach, without losing his etiquette, clasped his fists and said, "Big brother."

   These two are Lu Feng, the eldest young master of the Lu family's second residence, and Xixiang, the maid in his courtyard.

   Xixiang Rong has plain hands on her sleeves, a golden ring on her wrists, a plain gold hairpin on her head, and a cui Langgan on her waist. In addition to her graceful figure and eyebrows, her appearance can be called a "beautiful".

   Xixiang walked behind Lu Feng, raised her head and glanced at Lu Jing.

   At this time, Lu Jing was still dressed in Tsing Yi. His eyebrows were neither thick nor light. His facial features were well-defined and deep, but he was as gentle as a spring breeze.

   is indeed a good-looking boy.

   Even Xixiang felt that this poor young master looked better than the young master in front of him.

But…

   What is the use of good looks?

Xixiang noticed that the clothes on Lu Jing's body were not even the warm silk from Sanghuai's house, and there was no jade pendant around his waist. Wouldn't have thought of the Lu family where Bai Yu was a horse for Tang Jin.

   "Furthermore, on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the clothes and accessories on his servant girl's body were also very simple, not like the personal maid of the great master. If he had gone to the courtyard of the young master Jing, he would have suffered a lot."

   Xixiang thought in her heart, and she was even more fortunate that she had grown a heart at that time and did not go to Lu Jing's courtyard.

   Xiangxiang has a lot of thoughts.

  Lu Feng looked Lu Jing up and down, and asked with a frown, "Why did you come to Bieshanyuan and go up this foggy forest **** again?"

  Lu Jing replied, "Cousin, it was Uncle Chongshan who asked me to come see him."

  Lu Feng's breath stagnated, and he looked at the servant next to Lu Jing.

   The little servant said quickly, "Young Master Feng, that's true. Master Chongshan ordered me to go to the West Court to invite Master Jing over."

  Lu Feng asked again, "What's the matter?"

  The boy shook his head.

  Lu Feng was silent for a while, then turned to look at Wu Linpo.

   Just now, at the end of the hillside, Lu Feng waited for more than an hour at the gate of Lu Zhongshan's courtyard, wanting to see his father.

   But until the end, Lu Zhongshan never sent anyone to invite him, so he had no choice but to go back.

   Not only today, but every day for the past five or six days.

But…

   "Father doesn't see me, but wants to see Lu Jing?"

  Lu Feng frowned, puzzled in his heart, but still nodded: "Since father called you, don't delay, go as soon as possible."

  Lu Jing and the servant said goodbye and continued to step forward.

Xixiang, who was on the side, probably sensed Lu Feng's doubts, and said softly, "Master, I met Zhunong, who was bought downhill yesterday, and she said that Master has read the poem given by Master Jing every day these few days. , a few hours at a glance.

   Zhunong served by the master on weekdays, and what he said was naturally true. The master invited Lu Jing to come, probably because of this word. "

  Lu Feng understood, nodded, and the doubts in his eyes dissipated: "It's the creation of Lu Jing, let him go."

  Lu Feng took Xixiang down the hill.

  Lu Jing, led by the servant, came to the courtyard and entered a quiet bamboo house.

  Lu Jing entered the bamboo house and saw Lu Zhongshan expressionless in front of the bamboo house desk, looking down at the piece of paper.

  There is also a bamboo chair and a table in the house.

  I saw a young man in a green shirt and a Confucian scarf sitting on the bamboo chair.

  The young man seemed to be closing his eyes, sitting quietly on the bamboo chair.

   When Lu Jing entered, Lu Zhongshan still didn't look up, still staring blankly at the piece of paper on the table.

   On the papyrus is the ten years of life and death that Lu Jing copied down!

   However, just as Lu Jing stepped into the bamboo house, his eyes first fell on Lu Zhongshan, and then on the Confucian scholar who closed his eyes.

   The Confucian scholar who closed his eyes slowly opened his eyes and looked at Lu Jing!

  When the eyes of Lu Jing and the scholar met.

   For a moment, the world around Lu Jing was spinning, and many scenes around him began to distort.

  The dark side of Lu Jing's mood emerged one after another, resentment, greed, and cruelty all came one after another!

"This…"

  Lu Jing was already lost, but when his Yuanshen also fell into many darkness, a ray of light surged out of his Yuanshen.

  The light was extremely weak, and it was instantly drowned in all kinds of darkness.

   But in just an instant, Lu Jing regained a trace of clarity!

   "Don't get lost in these many evil thoughts."

  Thoughts flickered in Lu Jing's mind, and the Great Sage Yantian, King of Daming, was outlined by him.

   Today's Great Sage Yantian is different from the past!

   King Daming squeezed the seal of Buddha and Bodhisattva in his hand, the robe on his body glowed, the third eye on his forehead was also open, and the wings on his back were spread out.

   At the same time, streams of golden water flowed out from the body of the Great Sage, King Yantian of Daming. In an instant, it dispelled the countless darkness in Lu Jing's mind, allowing Lu Jing to return to his original heart!

  Lu Jing took a deep breath, the confusion in his eyes gradually disappeared.

   The distorted world around him also returned to normal.

   And there was a slight smile on the corner of the scholar's mouth.

  Lu Jing remained calm and saluted Lu Zhongshan: "Lu Jing has seen his uncle."

   looked at the scholar again.

  Lu Chongshan finally slowly raised his head and looked at Lu Jing: "This is my best friend. His name is Bai Guanqi. You can call him Mr. Guanqi."

  Lu Jing said: "Lu Jing has seen Mr. Guanqi."

   Bai Guanqi nodded, but only smiled and did not respond.

  Lu Jing just thought that Mr. Guanqi had already nodded in return and was reluctant to speak.

  Lu Chongshan said, "Mr. Guanqi can't speak. If he can smile at you, he likes you very much."

  Lu Jing lowered his head, the name of this scholar suddenly popped up in his mind.

   "Bai Guanqi... What a wonderful name."

   "Those who watch chess and don't speak are true gentlemen."

   (end of this chapter)