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

   Chapter 86 The sword light is like the sun and the moon, bright and horizontal

  The setting sun is slowly setting, and the afterglow shines through the clouds, illuminating the charm of autumn, drawing a desolate scene on the earth.

   But because of the undissipated snow that accumulated on the roadside, the sluggish sunshine seemed to be warmer.

  Lu Jing and Ning Qiang Lin Ren Dong said goodbye, and with a wooden sword on their waist, they walked out of the small courtyard and out of Lu Mansion.

   Outside Lu Mansion, several brave Chong'an Mansion guards with saber swords on their backs, they have been familiar with Lu Jing for a few days.

   They also naturally heard from their colleagues that Princess Chong'an stopped and drove in the streets and alleys and invited this seemingly ordinary concubine of the Lu residence to get on the sedan chair and return to the residence together.

  Because of this, these brave people always greeted Lu Jing when they saw Lu Jing for many days.

   Today, Lu Jing came back from the bookstore and was going out again.

  It was the same when he came, and he left with a black sword on his waist.

   These strong men in the Chong'an Palace, who were dressed in black, full of vigor and blood, and incomparably cold, had extraordinary eyesight. Of course, they could see at a glance that the sword on Lu Jing's waist was a wooden sword.

   They didn't think it was strange.

   After all, the world is full of strange things, and some Primordial Spirit cultivators also use wooden swords. After all, there are some divine trees in the world, which are naturally suitable for Primordial Spirits to come and communicate with Primordial Qi.

   So they looked at Lu Jingli's residence.

   They didn't find it strange, but Lin Rendong in the small courtyard was a little puzzled when he saw Lu Jing's rare pair of swords go away.

In the room, Ning Qiang also whispered to her, with a bit of anxiety in her brows, waiting for Lu Jing to come back.

  Qingyue was pouring tea and water for them, she didn't know it was so late, and she was still a little worried about where Lu Jing was going.

   "Young master has not had dinner yet, so he is busy with that trivial matter. If he is too late, he will inevitably starve."

   Today's Qingyue is still wearing that floral dress.

   The clothes that Lu Jing set for her, she has not worn several times in the past few days.

   Occasionally, when no one is there, I take the clothes out of the cabinet and put them on in joy. After looking at myself happily, I change them and put them in the cabinet carefully.

   But even in an old floral dress, it is difficult to conceal Qingyue's extraordinary beauty.

  Lin Rendong looked at Qingyue's back, turned his head and smiled at Ning Qiang: "This Lu Jing is a blessing, this Qingyue is one of the best-looking maids in this Lu Mansion's mansion."

  Ning Qiang held a handkerchief in her hand, spoke in a very thin voice, and looked at Qingyue: "You are polite in your words, Qingyue's appearance is indeed Tiancheng, and even the young lady of Lu's house can't compare to her.

   I went to Bieshanyuan that day, and heard from several cousins ​​that Qingyue had a normal appearance when she was a child, her complexion was not fair, and there were many red pimples on her face.

   It's just that in the past two or three years, the girl has grown, and she looks the same every year. Many shortcomings have subsided, but she is much more beautiful than the girl next to her. "

  Lin Rendong finally understood why a girl like Qingyue could come to a concubine's courtyard like Lu Jing.

  Lu Jing is very unloved in the mansion. She has lived in the Lu mansion for many days, with Ning Qiang as her company, and she has heard some clues on many occasions.

  Lu Jing's robes are always the worst every season, and the pantry rarely provides them with food, even the monthly salary is pitiful, and they are often deducted.

  Lin Rendong didn't believe that it was just those in charge who dared to do such a harsh thing to the young master.

   Even if Lu Jing is just an unloved son-in-law, his surname is always Lu.

  Lin Rendong doesn't need to think about it to know that there are some people with more expensive status who are secretly making trouble.

  Lin Rendong felt even more curious when he thought of this.

   "Lu Jing was in such a difficult situation, but he was able to practice martial arts, with blood like waves.

   I also saw that he cultivated his primordial spirit. Before, he was only in the realm of floating, but today I saw him standing under the blazing sun, sensing his primordial energy. "

  Lin Rendong felt more and more that this son of the Lu family was very extraordinary, and remembered that Lu Jingsaijian had just left...

   "Go with the sword, what are you going to do?"

  Lin Rendong thought of this, and could no longer contain the doubts in his heart.

   saw her fingers tap the table lightly.

   For a moment.

   This young girl's primordial spirit suddenly appeared in the middle of her eyebrows. The primordial spirit sat cross-legged and meditated, and a transparent thought quietly flew out from the primordial spirit's eyebrows.

   Exactly God’s Mind!

   Only when the Yuanshen is transformed into the true, can the Yuanshen be able to separate thoughts and travel many distances!

   In front of this girl who is only the same age as Ning Qiang, her Primordial Spirit cultivation has reached the realm of reality!

   Yuanshen realm, one is more difficult than another, and one is stronger than another.

   At her age, she has already been able to transform her soul into a true spirit. It can be seen that Lin Rendong has extraordinary talents and is worthy of being born in a famous family of Yuanshen.

  Lin Rendong's spiritual sense came out of the wall, melted into the void and moved forward rapidly, hovering high in the sky.

   From the time Lu Jing went out until now, not too much time has actually passed.

  Lin Rendong's spiritual sense soon saw Lu Jing walking slowly on the road.

   At this time, Lu Jing's body was straight, with the somewhat strange black wooden sword in his waist. Instead of looking around, he looked firmly ahead and walked slowly.

  Lin Rendong's spiritual sense was suspended not far from Lu Jing.

   She looked at Lu Jing at the moment, and for some reason, she felt that Lu Jing had become more and more brilliant these days.

   I don't know if it's her illusion or the fact.

  There are bandit gentlemen, as gold as tin, as Gui as jade!

  Lu Jing is dressed in a long coat, his face is as white as jade, his face is very good, his face is clear and calm, and the pupils in his eyes are still emitting a clear light.

   and the long sword around his waist, even if it was a wooden sword, reminded Lin Rendong of a sentence.

  Shang Mo is like a jade, and his son is unparalleled in the world.

  Lin Rendong followed Lu Jing like this, she clearly knew that it was too rude and lacked in virtue.

   But at this time, Lin Rendong was thinking...

   "I'm just a girl out of curiosity, so she just wanders around. If she really sees something she shouldn't see, she just avoids it." She sat in the Lujing Courtyard, comforting herself like this.

  Lu Jing didn't go very long.

   He originally walked on the main road, then turned into a few alleys, and came to a slightly wider street.

   There are no homes on this street, just idle shops, and now it’s evening, and the sun is almost setting.

   These shops are all closed.

  The breeze blew past, only a few bleak autumn leaves blew.

   came to this secluded street.

  Lin Rendong looked at Lu Jing again, but found that Lu Jing was under a locust tree.

   He leaned over to pat the dust off the ground, and sat slowly under the locust tree, looking at the street.

   "What are you waiting for?"

  Lin Rendong was even more puzzled.

   It was also at this moment that another young man suddenly came slowly from a distance!

  The boy was tall, burly, and spirited, and his expression was awe-inspiring.

   He pursed his lips slightly, carried his hands on his back, and walked step by step.

   The stern body, coupled with the pair of cold eyes, has the prestige of a young warrior.

   "Southern Snow Tiger!"

   Lin Rendong, who was sitting in the room, frowned suddenly.

   "Why did Lu Jing come here to see this Nan Xuehu? He wears a sword, and this Nan Xuehu's expression is not indifferent."

   She was still wondering.

   When Nan Xuehu saw Lu Jing sitting under the locust tree with a wooden sword, his brows also slightly wrinkled.

   "Are you really here?" Nan Xuehu said in a puzzled tone, "Although the spirit of a young man is rare, it still depends on whether this spirit will hurt him.

  Lu Jing, you are not stupid, why is this? "

  Lu Jing didn't say a word, his body remained motionless.

   He nodded slightly towards Nan Xuehu.

  Nan Xuehu thought for a while, then nodded to him, and immediately took a step forward!

   In one step, vigorous qi and blood suddenly rose from him.

   A furnace roared inside him, and a snowy mountain erupted.

   Massive amount of qi and blood flew out like an angry dragon, wrapping around Nan Xuehu's body.

  The strong power is like a round of scorching sun, piercing straight out.

   He still carried his hands on his back, but his body seemed to be more majestic than before, bringing a terrifying shadow and a roar of blood.

   "The summit of Daxueshan."

   Lin Rendong's spiritual sense circling not far away also hurriedly retreated and rose high.

  Even far apart.

The trace of    was still burnt by Nan Xuehu's heavy qi and blood, and gradually began to dissipate.

  Nan Xuehu walked step by step, also slowly and firmly, he shook his head and said: "Since there is an agreement, even if Nanfu has not decided on the title, you still have to pay some price.

   Although the spirit of a young man is precious, it is also valuable and should not be taken for granted. "

  Lin Rendong's spiritual sense vibrated slightly, only to feel that the Nan Xuehu in front of him was fierce and bloody, and the melting pot and the snow-capped mountains were still arousing strong blood.

   This kind of masculine blood flowed out, and even the autumn chill on the desolate streets was washed away a lot.

  Lin Rendong was puzzled.

   "Youth's spirit? Is this Lu Jing about to fight Nan Xuehu? Nan Xuehu became famous as a teenager, and he will definitely break into the martial arts Dayang soon, how can Lu Jing win..."

  Lin Rendong's thoughts were not lost.

  Suddenly, Lu Jingyuan, who was always silent, suddenly went out of his body and flew into the black wooden sword around his waist.

   In an instant, the black wooden sword was unsheathed, and a cold light appeared.

   is like the sun and the moon, and the wooden sword rises into the sky, flashing thousands of brilliance.

  chi!

  The bright sword light swept over a distance of more than ten meters, carrying a sharp vitality, Qi Shang had the sun and the moon shining with its brilliance, and it flashed towards Nanxuehu like a streamer.

   As soon as the sword light moved, the tip of the sword approached Nan Xuehu's eyebrows in an instant.

   The flashing light on it is frigid, and the sword light is cold!

The    sun and moon sword light finally showed its brilliance.

   Nan Xuehu was talking to him just now, but Lu Jing never uttered a word, and his body never moved.

   But when his primordial spirit came out of his body, he fell into this black sandalwood sword.

   The unremarkable black sandalwood sword, the sword light is vertical and horizontal!

   Even Nan Xuehu, whose eyes were always on Lu Jing, was completely unprepared.

   Until the sword light was less than three feet away from his eyes.

   The qi and blood on his body condensed, and the right hand he was carrying was like lightning, protruding at an extreme speed.

  Tap down with **** of right hand.

  Clang!

   With a crisp sound, **** containing tyrannical qi and blood landed on the black sandalwood sword.

   The black sandalwood sword was knocked and moved three inches, and the speed was much slower.

  Nan Xuehu's body also shifted sideways inconceivably.

  The black sandalwood sword brushed past his ear like this, and chopped off a few strands of his hair.

  The black sandalwood sword shot out violently, and flew back quickly. The speed reached the limit, and it was like a ray of light, floating on the opposite side of Nan Xuehu.

  Nan Xuehu stood not far away, and his right hand gently touched the broken hair that fell on his shoulder...

   "Yuanshen Rizhao..."

   He narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at Lu Jing thoughtfully.

   (end of this chapter)