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

  Chapter 79 Pure Sun Transcends Thunder Tribulation, Longevity Up to Three Hundred Years (Plus 33)

   "Your surname is Lu, are you the blood of the Jiuhu Lu family?"

  The old man's voice was old, his face was old, and his eyes were cloudy, but he often glanced at Lu Jing, and Lu Jing felt that there was a lot of wisdom hidden in it.

   Reading every day can naturally sublimate your inner self. Lu Jing didn’t find it strange, only a lot of respect.

   So he didn't hesitate, nodded and said, "Sir guessed exactly."

  The old man nodded slowly, but a flash of reminiscence suddenly flashed in his eyes: "Not long ago, I met Lu Shenyuan from your Lu family in the bookstore before, he came to the bookstore to study, but was turned away by several gentlemen.

   At that time, he was still the No. 1 wind and rain in the Nine Lakes, and the fame of the young man Lu Shenyuan was very famous in the academy. "

   "Not too long ago?" Lu Jing sighed in his heart. It's always a little strange to talk about these many people today.

  The old man seemed to have reacted too, shaking his head with a smile: "When you get old, you feel that time is getting faster and faster, and when you think about it carefully, it should have happened many years ago.

   I still have a fresh memory, probably because Lu Shenyuan was domineering at that time, and he was full of sharp edges. "

   "Now, more than ten or twenty years have passed, but I have never seen him again, but I have heard his name from time to time... The arrogance of the young man seems to have disappeared from the crowd, and he is no longer as sharp as before."

   When the old man said this, there was a temptation to ask: "You belong to the Lu family, this Lu Shenyuan belongs to you..."

   "Sir, Lu Shenyuan is my father." Lu Jing's expression was calm and his tone was very calm.

   After this short sentence, he stopped talking.

   next to Ayaque glanced at him, but did not make a sound.

   "I didn't hear your name clearly, I only heard your surname. Are you Lu Qiong who came to Pingping Township to give instructions when you landed?" The old man asked again, with curiosity in his tone.

  Lu Jing was even more curious, he really had such a thing in his brother with a pure heart.

  Just...why is the Buddha of Pingping Township here again? The Buddha of Pingping Township was unparalleled in violence, and he would kill and slaughter at every turn. The Buddha of Pingping Township came to Lufu, but this was not something to be commended.

If it weren't for Ping Ping Township, it was Daleiyin Temple, or monks from Otsuka Temple in the Western Regions came. According to Madam Zhong's temperament, this matter would not be about the Lu Mansion. I'm afraid the entire Taixuan Jing would be filled with people. I already know, how can it be so secret?

   After thinking a lot, Lu Jing's face was calm, and he said with a smile, "Sir, my name is Lu Jing."

   "Lu Jing?" The old man seemed to have an excellent memory: "So, you are the third son of Lu Shenyuan?"

  Lu Jing is not shy, nodding should be.

   The old man was talking to Lu Jing, but Ling Que was listening carefully and never said a word.

The old man pointed at Ling Que, and said to Lu Jing, "This is my grand-nephew. According to the age, you are of the same age, and she often comes to the bookstore to talk to me. You have free time, and you see us here again. It can also be trivial.”

  Lu Jing just thought it was the old man who read books all day without anyone else to accompany him.

   The old man smiled, sat up from the reclining chair again, leaned his head over, and took a careful look at Lu Jing with his drooping eyes.

   "Not bad, looks extraordinary."

The old man seemed very satisfied, and lay back again, with some encouragement in his tone: "There is a strange wind blowing in this bookstore, I can always hear some gossip when I lie in that wind, but it is true very interesting.

  Lu Jing, I also heard about you. "

   "You did have a tougher life before, although you can't compare to many poor and weak people in this world, but it's always suffering."

   "Especially living in an aristocratic family, with the blood of the young master, but being a bit lowly, this suffering is even more severe."

  The old man spoke slowly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone was filled with emotion, as if he was talking about his past, and at the same time as if he was comforting Lu Jing.

  Lu Jing was curious.

   He didn't know why the old man lying in the library knew so many things.

   He didn't even speak, just like Aya Sparrow next to him, listening carefully.

  The old man added: "Nowadays, it seems that those deep sufferings are extremely disgusting, and they make people want to get out of it impatiently.

   But if you look again in a few years, you may find that it is because of these hardships that you can sharpen your mind, work your muscles and bones, and bring many benefits. "

  The old man seemed to be comforting Lu Jing.

  But Lu Jing, who was always listening carefully, shook his head when he heard these words.

   He had a smile on his face, and his tone was also respectful to the old man.

   But what he said was very different from what the old man just said.

   Lu Jing shook his head and said to him, "Sir, on this matter, my thoughts and thoughts seem to be different from those of Mr.

  The old man was more interested, his cloudy eyes brighter.

Lu Jing smiled and said: "Suffering is actually suffering, and it is not worthy of praise. Simple suffering will not bring success, it will only make people numb. Can't get up."

   "What the sage said, laboring his muscles and bones, starving his body and skin, does not refer to suffering, but refers to many levels of tempering. Simply classifying these tempering as suffering will inevitably distort the meaning of the sage."

  Lu Jing talked about this with confidence in his eyes.

   He studied the classics in his previous life, and he said that he was familiar with the truth, and it was indeed worthy of self-confidence.

   At this time, the old man and Ayaka were watching him.

   Lingque, that is, Nan Heyu frowned, wondering what he was thinking.

   The old man nodded in thought.

   So Lu Jing continued:

   "And, if suffering is worthy of those words of praise, how can we praise other things that are truly beautiful?"

   Lu Jing's words fell.

The old man also smiled, turned his head, and said to Nan Heyu, "This is the benefit of the bookstore, there are always many new ideas born, even if I don't agree with this view, I still feel that new ideas can be born. The disciple of the bookstore is extremely extraordinary."

   At this time, the sunset has gradually fallen in love, and the sunset is about to reach the distant mountains.

  Lu Jing looked at the sky, then stood up, said goodbye to the two, and continued towards the bluestone path.

  The old man saw Lu Jing disappearing far away on the road.

Turning his head, he said to Nan Heyu: "Forget about the rest, this young man knows that the suffering is not easy, but as he said, he has never been numb due to the deep suffering, nor has he fallen into a quagmire and cannot extricate himself. It is commendable.”

   "Uncle doesn't need to follow my heart, and he doesn't need to say more. He Yu also knows that Mr. Jing, who can enter the second floor, is indeed extraordinary."

Nan Heyu stood up, his eyes were also very calm: "It's just that I have practiced Primordial Spirit, and I want to use pure Yang to transcend the thunder calamity. The truth of the world is what I seek."

  The old man thought that Lu Jing was a good man, but he still turned to Nan Heyu.

   He also nodded and said, "This Lu Jing is not valued by the Lu Mansion, and he has never practiced. It is indeed not a good match for you, and it is extremely unfair to Lu Jing.

   If you really can survive the thunder tribulation with pure Yang, your lifespan will reach 300 years. If you marry Lu Jing, you will have to watch him grow old day by day. "

  Nan Heyu lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head again and whispered, "Maybe after I get married, I can teach him to practice, if he is better..."

   "What kind of qualifications do you need to survive the thunderstorm?" The old man sighed softly.

  There are countless geniuses of all kinds in the world, but very few can prolong their life by cultivation.

  Nan He Yu was silent.

  The old man finally spoke for Lu Jing.

   He looked at the Self-cultivation Pagoda: "Everyone in the world is unique, He Yu, sometimes don't be too persistent. If you don't want to, you have to be more decisive. If you want, you can't ask too much."

   "Lu Jing is already extraordinary, but if you measure the value of a rare fish by its ability to fly, it will die because of it."

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  The residence of Dafu Shoufu Jiang Baishi is only a few buildings away from Taixuan Palace.

  This street is called Qingyun Street, and there are actually very few houses, but it is the dignitaries who live here.

   At this moment, Jiang Baishi was holding a golden page.

  The paper is written in small capital letters…

   Heavenly word.

   The viewpoint on suffering is said to come from Master Yu Hua, but I searched the Internet and couldn’t find the exact source. There are also many people who said that it did not come from Yu Hua’s work, so I will explain it after citing it.

   (end of this chapter)