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

Chapter 61 Noble and Confucian scholars break the pedantic spirit of the world

Zhao Wanliang obviously did not expect Lu Jing to answer like this.

He was slightly stunned for a moment, then nodded slowly.

There was a rare expression of seriousness on the originally sloppy face, and he said to Lu Jing: "Earlier, Mr. Wu told me that you have some tenacity on your body, and that plain-heeled horse can pass you by." Spirit, if you are just ordinary, it probably won't be that close to you.

At that time, I only thought that Mr. Wu said it casually, but I didn't expect you to be blinded in this Lu's mansion, sinking in the mud, but still don't want to lose the hold in your heart, clinging to wealth, this is extremely rare. "

Lu Jing pondered for a moment, and then slowly said: "It's not what I hold in my heart. If Nanfu can really get me out of the quagmire on my body, so that I can see the sun like the flowers facing the sun in the mid-autumn day in my flower garden, I think I will be very happy." willing.

It's just... Nanfu is also complicated. Clay figurines like me went to Nanfu, but they just jumped from one quagmire to another, and still couldn't see the light of day.

Rather than that, why should Mu Nan Mansion be so strong and wait for another quagmire? "

Zhao Wanliang glanced at Lu Jing more and more, and said: "Yes, you know the pros and cons of any situation, and don't be confused by appearances. If you are placed in the army, you will at least deserve a sentence."

"Since that's the case, take care of yourself, and I don't know how you hide your martial arts cultivation, but when the general returns, he will definitely ask you.

Compared with this matter, practicing martial arts is also second. It is even worse for you to hide your clumsiness in the mansion. Then people will naturally ask you what you want to do. "

While Zhao Wanliang was speaking, he turned and left.

But his voice still echoed in Lu Jing's ears: "Also, these few days, don't wander around the mansion, the old matriarch asked you to only enter and exit through this west gate on weekdays, probably because she was afraid of bumping into the nobleman.

King Chong'an... deserves the respect of my Lu family. If he hadn't held a halberd but removed his armor, and Taixuan's power was suppressed, we martial arts heroes would have died more. "

Lu Jing watched Zhao Wanliang leave before turning back to the courtyard.

Qingyue was always waiting for him at the gate of the courtyard. Seeing her appearance, Lu Jing joked with a smile: "What? You think I went out early in the morning to fight with someone, and I lost the fight?"

Qingyue wrinkled her nose, lowered her head to think for a while, then suddenly raised her head and said: "Master, you are a man in the courtyard, you have your own plans.

But... if you do these dangerous things again in the future, can... can you tell me? "

The smile on Lu Jing's face faded away, and he said softly: "Since it's a dangerous thing, naturally I can't let you know, otherwise you'll be restless if you stay at home, and worrying for a long time will not be good for your health."

But Qingyue shook her head stubbornly: "Master, that's not the case."

"In this huge Lu Mansion, I am the closest to the young master, and I think the young master thinks the same way.

You went to do that dangerous thing and told me about it, and you knew in your heart that I was still thinking about you in this small courtyard, and you also knew that I was looking forward to your victory. "

"Although it's just some useless thoughts, it's better than you walking alone."

Qingyue spoke softly, her tone was full of firmness, and she even looked directly into Lu Jing's eyes.

Qing Yue, who occasionally gets confused on weekdays, seems to be very reasonable in what she said.

Lu Jing fell silent for a moment, he lowered his head and thought for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face, and he nodded slowly to Qingyue.

A smile appeared on Qingyue's face, a shallow smile.

Her eyes were like a bright moon, and her eyes were as bright as moonlight. They seemed to be filled with some power, like a blue sea, which made Lu Jing feel more peaceful in her heart.

"By the way, young master, I cooked a bowl of noodles as you said, do you want to bring it to the study building?"

Lu Jing was fascinated by watching, but Qing Yue asked a question suddenly.

He nodded and said with a smile: "I met a young man in the study building. He was about the same age as me. He couldn't go home on weekdays, so I took a bowl of noodles with him and let him have a taste."

After saying this, Lu Jing took out a small piece of shiny gold from his waist.

"The young master has received a monthly salary from the library, and this piece of gold is more than one tael, so you can keep it, and you can do whatever you want to add to the backyard.

You can also eat better, don't save, you can get it again next month. "

"Gold...gold?"

Qingyue blinked, quickly took the small piece of gold from Lu Jing's hand, and looked at it carefully for a while.

"Ah! It's really gold, young master, the library is so good? Going to the library to study, there is still a monthly salary to receive?"

"Huh? I didn't go to the library to be a student of the library. Your young master was invited to be a teacher."

"Sir? Master, are you going to teach in the library? Such an air?"

"Teaching? Well... almost, anyway, he is the teacher of the library."

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Lu Jing took the food box containing noodles in clear soup and went to the library.

After going up to the fourth floor of the Self-cultivation Tower, I found that Chen Xuanwu had arrived early and was hiding in a corner, reading a book carefully.

Lu Jing approached, but Chen Xuanwu didn't notice it at all.

This made Lu Jing very interesting, because when he saw Chen Xuanwu for the first time, he just glanced at him and realized that although Chen Xuanwu was young, his soul was very powerful.

It was such a young Primordial Spirit cultivator who didn't even realize that someone was coming beside him...

"What book is he reading?"

Lu Jing poked her head out quietly.

His eyes caught a line of words on the page.

"The night was long and deep, and the emotions were intense. The fish lanterns illuminated all sides, and the candles lit on both sides. Ten Niang called Guixin and Shaoyao, and she and Shaofu took off their boots and shoes, and folded their robes..."

Well, it's no wonder Chen Xuanwu is so engrossed, the book he read is not serious.

Lu Jing couldn't help smiling.

Chen Xuanwu suddenly felt something, quickly closed the pages of the book, and heaved a sigh of relief when he looked up to see Lu Jing.

"Brother Jing, you shouldn't be walking so lightly. The sage has words and walks with sound, so it's inconvenient..."

Lu Jing handed the food box in his hand to Chen Xuanwu, and said with a smile: "You are too engrossed."

Chen Xuanwu took the food box with a curious expression on his face.

"This is made by my girl. I like to eat it very much. I remembered you in this cultivation tower early this morning, so I asked her to make you a bowl. It's my first gift for you. Eat it quickly." Well, I'm already walking very fast, but this noodle is not like other dim sum, it won't taste good after soaking for a long time."

Chen Xuanwu nodded repeatedly when he heard Lu Jing's words, and the smile on his face became wider.

He opened the food box, took out the bowl of noodles, looked at the bowl carefully, and praised: "Brother Jing's riding and archery should be excellent. After walking so much, the soup in this bowl does not Spill it out."

While praising, he picked up the chopsticks and sandwiched the noodles into his mouth.

At the moment of entrance, Chen Xuanwu paused slightly, and continued to eat.

He just frowned slightly.

"Brother Jing, your girl's craftsmanship is really a bit..."

"Excellent craftsmanship, isn't it?" Lu Jing smiled complacently, and said: "My girl's other meals are so-so, but this noodle soup is outstanding. I don't eat a bowl every day, and my mouth is always dull. some."

Chen Xuanwu chewed the noodles in his mouth vigorously, and remained silent.

Lu Jing said again: "Although you can eat delicacies from mountains and seas sent by the mansion in this cultivation tower, you can't eat such home-cooked meals.

When I come to the Cultivation Tower in the future, I will bring you some. Anyway, I have to eat, so there is no harm in making more. "

Chen Xuanwu became more and more silent.

What this innocent young man in white is thinking about most now is probably whether he will appear too unreasonable if he rejects Lu Jing.

And at this moment, on the seventh floor of the Self-cultivation Tower.

Mr. Guanqi is looking down at the ground with his hands behind his back.

The ground is paved with mahogany, and the woody fragrance overflows.

Mr. Ke Guanqi didn't seem to be looking at the boring floor, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"In so many years, you are the first time to make an exception and recruit such a young gentleman for the academy."

Beside Mr. Guanqi is a woman in palace costume.

The woman was wearing a light blue gauze dress, with light red makeup painted on her elegant jade face. This makeup is charming and graceful, simple yet elegant.

With a graceful and charming face like a banished fairy, coupled with a pair of unforgettable starry eyes, it seems to be able to fascinate thousands of generations of vanity.

The woman was standing next to Mr. Qi Guan, also looking down at the ground.

Mr. Guanqi remained silent.

The woman frowned, and there was a bit of blame in the eyes: "Since you have already communicated with the young soul and broke your paranoia, why don't you say anything?"

Mr. Guanqi finally turned his head to look at the woman: "This face...is much more refined."

The woman touched her face and said expressionlessly: "It's just a skin, I can make it more beautiful if I want to, but it's rare for you, the precepts you have held for more than ten years are so broken?"

Mr. Guanqi's eyes fell on the ground again: "Do you feel that this young man has a tenacity of his own, and he also has perseverance in his words and deeds."

The woman shook her head and said: "I don't think he is outstanding. There are many talents in Taixuanjing, and some of the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys are better than him. If you see him, you break the precept for him and recruit him into the library. Makes me wonder."

Mr. Guanqi let out a long breath, and then slowly transmitted the voice: "There are indeed many talented young people in Beijing, but most of them are well-born, well-raised, and well-educated children of noble families.

Only this Lu Jing is different. "

"Although he didn't experience many hardships in Lu's residence, he didn't receive any upbringing either.

Because of an incident a long time ago, the Lu family wanted to make him a... trash.

He is over sixteen years old, and he has never had a husband teach him articles, nor has a bishop taught him etiquette.

But even so, he was still able to write amazingly good handwriting. Lu Chongshan summoned him for questioning. This young man did not act like a useless bastard who only had resentment in his heart. "

"Mr. Eleven, this may not sound very good, but I always feel that his situation is very similar to that of Mr. Four in the early years?"

The woman who was called Mr. Eleven by Mr. Guanqi frowned suddenly: "So, you recruited him because you wanted to train him well and let him take over Mr. Four's mantle one after another?"

Mr. Guanqi shook his head: "If I train him, he won't be able to take over Mr. Si's mantle, instead he will lose out on Meiyu.

That's why I invited him into the library, let him be the gentleman who excerpted the classics, enjoy himself in these many classics, and then wash away the resentment he may have in his heart with pen and ink and boring excerpts all day long.

At that time, let's take a look at him again to see if he can hold Mr. Four's sword. "

The woman finally felt relieved when she heard these words.

Mr. Guanqi still put his hands behind his back, and said softly: "The master is not in the world, so the world always needs some noble young Confucian scholars, otherwise how can we get rid of the many pedantic spirits in the world?"

(end of this chapter)