If You Can't Be A Son-In-Law, You Have To Become A Saint

Chapter 27 Nan Fengmianti Mountain Sailing, Lu Jing is not enough to become a son-in-law

The clouds in the sky dispersed, and the moon was in the middle of the sky, bright and gentle.

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

Everyone in front of the hospital, as Su Hei got better, the atmosphere became much more relaxed.

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

The light was convincing, and it made Su Hei more peaceful.

Lu Jing picked up the rein and handed it to Sheng Zi, who was staring at him intently.

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

Lu Jing laughed and said, "Miss Sheng family doesn't need to be too polite. It was because I asked questions out of curiosity that this kind of trouble arose."

Sheng Zi shook her head and said: "Young Master Jing, we have some friendship, just like you did just now, just call me Sheng Zi, you don't have to be so polite."

Lu Jing thought about it and was about to say something.

Sheng Zi said again: "I saw your sentence that you must present a sword when you meet a knight on the road, and I also know that you have a free and easy temperament, so you shouldn't be so coy."

Then Lu Jing smiled and said: "Since this is the case, Lu Jing will no longer shirk."

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

With a smile on her face, Sheng Zi bid farewell to Lu Jing.

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

Lu Jing had a very good impression on Sheng Zi.

The grand guest of the Sheng family, Zhong Yubai, was in front of her, and he also highly respected the concubine of the Lu family who had never met before.

He even felt that the world was absurd because of Lu Jing's low status. That night, Zhong Yubai, who hadn't drank for many days, opened a pot to burn the river and drank alone.

After today's events, Sheng Zi feels more and more that Lu Jing is like an outlier among all the young nobles, like a rare pearl left in the sea.

"It's just a pity that Lu Jing is already a lowly citizen, unable to take scientific examinations, and can't get fame. According to him, his talent in martial arts can't be called a good name."

"I hope that my advice today will be useful, and that he can switch to cultivating God, and maybe he will be able to find a smooth path in the future."

With such thoughts in mind, Sheng Zi headed towards the racecourse.

In front of Lu Jing's hospital, only the old man with the scar, Lu Jing and Qing Yue remained.

There seemed to be twinkling lights in Qingyue's eyes, light and soft, like flowing water, pouring on Lu Jing's body.

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

Lu Jing smiled lightly at Qingyue, and said to the scarred old man, "I'm bothering the elders today."

There was a smile on the old man's face, but because of the scar, he looked a little hideous.

"Master, you are serious. We are just servants of the Lu family, and we cannot be called elders."

Lu Jing didn't change his face, and didn't say much.

But in his mind, he had already guessed the origins of the scarred old man and that old soldier named Wu Beishi that day.

These two old soldiers seemed to be in their fifties.

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

But their bodies are still strong and their spirits are still vigorous, which revives and fuses the memory of the original body in Lu Jing's mind.

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

At that time, before Lu Shenyuan was relegated, the two old people followed Lu Shenyuan to worship their ancestors.

It must be known that these two old people are not of the blood of the Lu family, but they were able to worship the ancestors with the head of the Lu family. This shows that their identities are extremely unusual.

From the day when Wu Bei died and asked Lu Jing to tell you, the old matriarch, that Lu Jing practiced martial arts was taught by him, you can also get a glimpse of the leopard, and you can see a thing or two.

"These two old men must have extraordinary attainments in martial arts, otherwise the Nanxuehu from the Snow Mountain Realm came to the Lu residence, and the residence would not let them come to our courtyard.

The so-called masters come first, three people must have my teacher, and I will never suffer from respecting them. "

"Besides, when Wu Bei dies, he still needs to protect me..."

Lu Jing's mind moved lightly.

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

Lu Jing's primordial spirit suddenly emerged, and suddenly there was a warning sign in his heart.

The next moment!

But the scarred old man raised his left hand suddenly, and punched Lu Jing lightly with his right hand, already hitting Lu Jing's abdomen.

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

Subconsciously, the 24-style crocodile demon bone-casting skill and many body-refining methods are easily mastered by him.

He took a step back with his left leg, the muscles on his left leg tensed instantly, his bones became 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 elbow gathered all his strength, and his bones snapped!

His elbow seemed to have turned into a ferocious giant crocodile, from top to bottom, it suddenly bit the fist protruding from the scarred old man.

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

A strange look flashed in the eyes of the old man with the scar, but his hand didn't stop at all.

Lu Jing slammed his elbow down and hit the old man on the back of his hand.

Bang!

There was a loud bang.

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

But the old man with the scar did not know when, he had already pulled back and stood not far away with a smile on his face.

Lu Jing gritted her teeth and took another deep breath.

The crocodile demon bone-casting technique to control the fascia and bones appeared in his mind, the fascia and bones trembled almost simultaneously, and the severe pain was relieved.

Only then did Qingyue on the side react, she let out a cry, and glared at the old man.

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

The scarred old man had his hands behind 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, and he was about to explain.

But the old man with the scar said again: "Bones are ringing, Master Jing has already achieved initial results in bone casting, and there is no tutoring in the mansion. It is because you have a good talent, and I am afraid that you have practiced for more than half a year. Am I right?"

Lu Jing frowned slightly, thought for a while, and then nodded slightly.

The old man with the scar laughed, and asked, "Master Jing, you have a good talent, but it's a pity that you missed the best age for bone casting.

Bones sound like gold and iron, bones sound like bells.

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

The numbness in Lu Jing's right arm also eased a lot. He moved his joints slightly, but still looked at the old man with the scar in his eyes.

The old man with the scar seems to have looked at Lu Jing with deep meaning: "As a bastard, you can't be aggressive, you can't be arrogant for long, and you can't have both virtue and ability."

"Although I am a defeated veteran, 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 bastard. Besides, I'm also a son-in-law of humble origin, and my son-in-law... is no longer a member of the Lu family."

"Hahaha... Who knows if you are worthy of being this son-in-law?"

The scarred old man said seriously: "Nan Fengmian of the Nanguo government is already on his way and will return to Beijing!

He has been missing for twelve years, and now, twelve years later, he has trekked across mountains and rivers with the body of the Northern Qin Shanyin Commander's chief guard on his back.

"The Nanguo government is in Taixuanjing, and it is about to soar into the sky."

Listening to the words of the scarred old soldier, Lu Jing couldn't laugh or cry.

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

(end of this chapter)