MTL - If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified-Chapter 123 There are twenty cold mountains here, only the sword moves with silver light

   Chapter 123 There are twenty cold mountains here, only the sword moves with silver light

  The wooden sword roared softly, and the sword energy was so strong that only Lu Jing, who was wearing the wooden sword on his waist, could perceive it.

   And that sturdy sword qi disappeared from time to time, as if he was excited by the three-eyed stone man in front of him.

  Because of this, Lu Jing walked into the palm of the three-eyed stone man before everyone's eyes.

   The three-eyed stone man looked down at Lu Jing, and a strange idea suddenly fell into Lu Jing's mind like a stream of light.

   "Zhu Yaoluo... Mr...."

  Lu Jing tilted his head in thought, and said, "Is Zhuo Yaoluo your name?"

  The three-eyed stone man nodded, and immediately in the stone man's body, surging qi and blood surged.

   In the next moment, I saw the three-eyed stone man jumping down, and it turned into a streamer and took off again!

  Lu Jing stood in the palm of the three-eyed stone man, only to feel the surging and mighty wind swept through, causing his body to stumble a little.

  Lu Jing immediately circulated Qi and blood, and in the furnace inside his body, the blood flowed out and fell into his limbs. His body became heavier and heavier, and he stood firmly in the palm of Zhuo Yaoluo.

   This three-eyed stone man named Zhuo Yaoluo has a huge body, holding Lu Jing to fly in the void.

  Lu Jing could clearly see that in Zhuo Yaoluo's dark and empty eyes, there were bursts of clear springs flowing.

   As if just now, the three-eyed stone man was crying.

  Lu Jing was a little puzzled, he asked softly, "Where are you taking me?"

  Zhu Yaoluo glanced at Lu Jing, his eyes fell on the front again.

  A continuous high mountain stands here, and on the top of the mountain, there is snow that does not melt all year round.

  The white-headed mountain seems to be looking down at Taehyonkyo in the distance.

   "Jiaoshenshan..." Lu Jing also looked at the distant mountains.

  The mountains correspond to the scorching sun in the sky, and a scene of brilliance scatters, making the mountains have some more magnificent colors.

  Lu Jing thought about it and didn't say much.

The sword energy bursting from the black sandalwood sword around his waist, the tears in Zhuo Yaoluo's eyes, and the nostalgic and ignorant "Sir" that Zhuo Yaoluo said when he came to see him just now, all seemed to be telling Lu Jing that this was the case. The Three-Eyed Stone Man is not malicious at all.

  Perhaps, he recognized himself as Mr. Four.

"Mr. Four poured flesh and blood into the statue of the three-eyed stone man, making him turn death into life. I am now equipped with a black sandalwood sword, and the sword has the sword energy of Mr. Four in the wooden sword. Perhaps because of this, this stone man will take me there. In the Horned Mountain."

   "What is there in Jiaojinshan...?"

  Lu Jing thought so.

  The storm roared, and the vast city outline of Taixuanjing gradually became smaller, and then completely fell into Lu Jing's eyes.

   Even if it is early winter, look at the world from the vault.

  The center of Taixuanjing is full of prosperity, scattered buildings and long roads.

  Many well-dressed people walk, ride horses, or travel by car

  The river is constantly flowing, bustling and bustling.

   But who knew that Zhuo Yaoluo continued to fly out of the city, and the farther he was from the center of Xuandu, the changes began.

  The densely packed people are working.

   They wandered the streets and alleys, or struggled to carry the goods that poured into Taixuanjing from the entire Dafu and various prefectures, or did other things to make a living.

  Lu Jing was not surprised by these sights.

  If there is no support from these small people, how can it support the prosperity and prosperity of Taixuanjing?

  Compared with other barren mansions, most of the people in Taixuanjing at least have something to do, and they can earn enough food.

  Looking from the sky, countless small people are probably the most common pictures and scenery in the prosperous Taixuan Beijing.

  Lu Jing looked down and watched Taixuanjing getting smaller and farther away, and vaguely saw that in some extremely remote streets, there were still many people huddled and hiding, not knowing what they were doing.

  Zhui Yaoluo flew into the clouds and mist at a very fast speed.

   In the blink of an eye, several miles of void shuttled away.

   "The body can be as big or small as you want, and the blood is so heavy that it can crush the palace... This is the realm of the gods, but I don't know how much the stone man Zhuo Yaoluo has cultivated to."

  Lu Jing also has a lot of envy and yearning in his heart.

  The realm of the gods is the seventh realm of martial arts, even in this great Fu country, it is a first-class powerhouse!

   Nan Heyu wanted Yuanshen to shine on the stars, and what he asked for was also the seventh realm of Yuanshen.

   This shows the tyrannical strength of this mysterious three-eyed stone man.

  Zhu Yaoluo soared in the void, his blood and energy were like the rising sun, and he was shining brightly, and there was a faint reflection of the divine aura.

   In less than half an hour, Zhuo Yaoluo had already flown to Jiao Shenshan.

  Kaojinshan is endless.

  Lu Jing looked down, only to feel that the clouds and mists shrouded below him, there are emerald mountains and green trees, like a blue sword piercing the sky, and there are many ice peaks and snow cliffs that are like silver dragons flying in the sky.

  Zhu Yaoluo flew directly to a strange peak and cliff, and there was snow that did not melt all year round, but he could see the spring water flowing and gurgling among the white snow.

   What is even more commendable is that there are ancient cypresses standing on both sides of the spring, growing hard.

  Zhu Yaoluo landed on this mountain peak, his palm on the ground.

  Lu Jing stepped down from Zhuo Yaoluo's palm, his expression changed slightly.

   However, in front of Lu Jing, another mountain suddenly stood up.

  The peaks rise above the peaks, and are covered with solid ice.

   It looked quite jagged and weird, but Lu Jing found that the surface of the mountain in front of him seemed to be too flat.

   It was as if it was split by a sword, and the snow turned into ice, covering the surface of the mountain, making it extremely smooth and smooth.

   "There are characters on the ice of this mountain."

  Many characters were engraved on the ice.

   Those characters are not brilliant, they are all written in shallow lines, but this ink is full of a lot of free and easy meaning.

   "And... the words on the ice seem to be carved with sword energy. Some people practice swords here, or some people express their thoughts freely."

  Lu Jing glanced sideways at Zhuo Yaoluo.

  Zhui Yaoluo squatted behind Lu Jing, but at this moment, Pang Ran's body was like a wronged child, squatting and looking up at the words on the ice in a daze.

   "These words are the words of Mr. Four."

  Lu Jing saw Zhuo Yaoluo's reaction, and felt that the sword energy of the black sandalwood sword around his waist suddenly became more and more fiery, and he had already guessed the owner of the words.

  "It's just these words, it's rigid but somewhat casual."

  Lu Jing read it line by line from top to bottom.

   The vast majority of these words seem to be some casual records on weekdays.

   "There is wine today, but the beef shop of the Luo family in the south of the city is closed. There is wine but no meat. How to practice swords? Take a day off."

   "I like to read, but I can't read anything famous; I don't like to practice swordsmanship, but my teacher said that I am a rare kendo genius, and if I practice casually, I can open the gate of heaven.

   This is not fair to those pure Yang Sword Immortals who have been practicing hard for three hundred years. "

   "Watching the sunset today, seeing the sunset fall into the far-away star field, and seeing the prosperous mountains and rivers in the world, I realized a mountain and river sword qi, which can cut the surrounding twenty peaks."

  …

   seems like a rather random record.

   From top to bottom, the ice surface is almost filled with such random swords and inks.

   "Mr. Four, it's a bit casual."

   Lu Jing muttered to himself.

   At this moment, Zhuo Yaoluo, who was originally squatting behind Lu Jing, suddenly raised his head, with blood gushing out from his body.

   is like a big sun emerging behind Zhuo Yaoluo, bursting with splendid divine light!

   Zhuo Yaoluo also had bursts of light blooming in his eyes, falling behind a rock in the distance.

  Lu Jing seemed to feel something, and also looked at the rock.

   "Don't get excited, I came first."

  Behind the rock, a voice with a little smile came, and when Zhuo Yaoluo heard this voice, he became even more vigilant.

   "Big rock, if you do it, this mountain will not be preserved."

  The voice came leisurely, and a man in black with a long knife on his waist, a slender body and a free and easy smile on his face walked out slowly.

  The man's eyes were soft, and he was carrying a pot of wine and an oiled paper bag in his hand.

   Lu Jing's eyes changed when he saw the man.

  He has seen this man...

   Just before the end of the month.

   There used to be red clouds surging at night, the stars were shining brightly from the east, and the fog and clouds were falling towards the west.

He was curious at the time, the primordial spirit ascended high in the sky, and saw this man who seemed to be only 27 or 8 years old holding a corpse with a broken arm and a broken leg in one hand, and a 23-year-old man in the other hand. A giant whale of ten feet walks in the sky.

   The man in front of him was Nan Fengmian, who had been hiding in Shanyin, Northern Qin for more than twelve years.

   is also the sixth son of Nan Lao Guogong, the uncle of Nan Heyu.

  Zhu Yaoluo seemed to be hesitant, the blood was so full of blood that even the snow on the mountain began to melt.

   "The snow is melting."

  Nan Fengmian reminded softly: "I've been here every day for many days, and you are the latecomers. This mountain does not have your names written, so why fight?"

   Nan Fengmian was talking, but there was no vigilance in his eyes. Instead, he just sat in the snow and opened the oil paper bag in his hand.

   "I've heard of you, you are the little stone beside Mr Four."

  Nan Fengmian said this, and then looked at Lu Jing again: "To meet on this mountain today is because of fate. Come, I'll treat you to the beef from the Luo family in the south of the city."

  Zhu Yaoluo seemed to be still hesitating, but the scorching sun-like aura on his body had already subsided.

  Lu Jing thought for a while, took a few steps back, and patted Zhuo Yaoluo's huge stone hand lightly.

   "He has no ill intentions, and... if there is a real fight, the mountain will indeed collapse."

  Lu Jing paused when he said this, and then said calmly: "I'm still far from my cultivation base now. If you fight him, I'm afraid I'll be Chi Yu who will be affected."

  Zhu Yaoluo clearly understood Lu Jing's words, he lowered his head and blinked at Lu Jing with the third eye on his forehead.

   Immediately afterwards, the fiery congenital blood on his body was completely restrained.

   He was still sitting on the snow, but his head turned to Nan Fengmian, staring at him motionless.

   Even if there is no blood surging, there is still vigilance.

  Lu Jing smiled at Zhuo Yaoluo and walked to Nan Fengmian again.

  Nan Fengmian pushed the oil paper bag on the snow and said, "Eat it quickly, it's not good if it's cold."

   It can be seen that Nan Fengmian, who has stayed in Shanyin of Northern Qin for more than ten years, has also been infected with the arrogance of some North Qin high-ranking guests.

   speaks casually, without the restraints of the children of Taixuanjing Dafu.

   Nan Fengmian was so forthright, so Lu Jing sat opposite Nan Fengmian.

   "I can't give you this wine." Nan Fengmian shook his head and said, "I've already had it. You and I are strangers. You can eat a few pieces of meat. Drinking a pot of wine together is a bit too much."

  Lu Jing opened his mouth and wanted to explain that he didn't want to drink his wine, but in the end he didn't say any more.

   He didn't hesitate too much, and reached out to pick up a piece of beef and put it in his mouth.

   Beef meat mouth.

  Dry, firewood, and a lot of salt.

  Lu Jing frowned, this beef is so unpalatable.

   Nan Fengmian seemed a little puzzled when he saw his expression, and also ate a piece of beef.

   "Bah ah ah!"

Nan Fengmian's reaction was even more exaggerated than Lu Jing's, he spat out the beef in his mouth and cursed, "Mr. Four is a lot of harm, I thought the beef that would make him miss so much was delicious, but I didn't expect it to be so delicious. It's unpalatable."

  Lu Jing also asked: "Didn't you buy it wrong? It's the shop of the Luo family in the south of the city."

  Nan Fengmian shook his head and said, "I didn't buy it wrong, but... I heard that the Luo family and his wife died a few years ago, and the beef shop was also burnt down. I don't know who was offended.

   Now the shop is built on ashes and ruins, and it is run by their nephew, perhaps their nephew's craftsmanship has not been passed down. "

   Lu Jing understood then, and he looked at Nan Fengmian's wine again.

  Nan Fengmian gave him a wary look.

  Lu Jing said helplessly: "I just want to ask if this wine is the one in the four gentlemen's notes?"

  Nan Fengmian opened the wine jar and took a sip. He sighed and said, "It is said that the wine that the fourth gentleman drinks is the wine that was stolen from the palace. My wine was given by the palace, and the taste is probably the same."

   Lu Jing nodded, and the two sat like this, looking sideways at the writing on the ice wall.

  Lu Jing just read a few lines, and then looked down.

  Looking at it, Lu Jing's eyes became solemn again.

  Mr. Si's pen and ink seemed to be quite casual at first, just recording these life moments, and occasionally complaining.

   But as Lu Jing's gaze moved down, the ease and casualness gradually became heavier.

   "Someone died, in hardship, can a night's fire burn off the aroma of beef?"

   "Etiquette, Etiquette! Reading is for Etiquette?"

   "There is a catastrophe in the Northwest Road, the fields are barren, the yellow sand is all over the sky, and the Changsheng River bursts its banks. People change their children to eat, and rituals can rescue disasters? Send such a sour Confucianism to disaster relief!"

   "The suffering of those who suffer may be because someone in the sky is looking down on them... No, not just in the sky!"

   "It's a pity that I can't read, and my writing is mediocre.

  …

   The more the sword qi pen and ink on the ice surface went down, the more it was filled with waves of murderous aura.

   In that brush and ink, there is obviously no accumulation of sword qi, and the strokes of the characters are clumsy and difficult, not smooth, but there is still a clear sense of anger and anger.

  Lu Jing gradually fell silent.

   At this moment, he suddenly felt that the death of the Fourth Master who vomited blood from the mouth might be related to these swordsmanship and brushwork.

  Nan Fengmian was also looking at those pen and ink.

   He may have seen these a long time ago, his eyes were calm and steady, and there was no obvious change.

   "Few people know about Xuandu. This was once the place where Four Masters retreated and practiced swords."

  Nan Fengmian turned his head and glanced at Zhuo Yaoluo, and said, "This stone man can bring you here, you should be a disciple of the bookstore, right?"

  Lu Jing shook his head and said, "I'm Mr. Shulou, I teach at Hanmo Academy."

  Nan Fengmian looked him up and down suspiciously: "How old are you, Mr. Shulou?"

  Lu Jing frowned: "When you were sixteen or seventeen years old, you could enter Northern Qin alone, and dormant for twelve years to assassinate the great guardian of Shanyin. I am sixteen or seventeen now, why can't you be Mr. Shulou?"

  Nan Fengmian had a smile on his face, nodded and said, "Yes, I'm really famous."

  Lu Jing was a little surprised by Nan Fengmian's reaction.

   In these many words, I only heard the meaning of "famous".

   "We meet by chance, you know my name, but I don't know who you are."

  Nan Fengmian smiled and asked, "You are already Mr. Shulou at such a young age, and this stone man sent you to Mr. Four to practice swordsmanship. I'm a little curious about which mansion you are from."

  Lu Jing said: "My name is Lu Jing."

   "Lu Jing?" Nan Fengmian turned his head to the side, with some surprises on his face: "Are you Lu Jing who wants to marry He Yu?"

   "Since that's the case, we'll be a family from now on..."

  Lu Jing became more and more puzzled. He asked, "Don't you know that my engagement with Nan Heyu has already ended?"

   The smile on Nan Fengmian's face subsided slightly, and there was still some embarrassment in his eyes.

"The marriage contract is over? When?" Nan Fengmian forced a smile: "I have been in this sacred mountain for many days, and occasionally I go back to get some wine, buy some meat, and I have never met anyone, so the news is a little behind. already."

   "However, have you been divorced by He Yu?"

When Nan Fengmian said this, he smiled apologetically at Lu Jing and comforted: "Actually, it's not good to be married, and my niece is also a cold-hearted niece. Although she has a top talent in cultivation, has some ambitions, and has a good temperament, she is not considered close to others. And, if she writes a divorce letter, don't blame her..."

   "It's not a letter of divorce, it's because of other things."

  Lu Jing smiled casually: "I have never met her before. This marriage was originally arranged at home. Now the birds and the fish have different paths, and they each go their own way."

  Nan Fengmian still had some doubts in his heart, but he didn't ask any more.

   "The fourth gentleman was stuck for half his life, and he reached the middle-aged kendo mastery. He once entered the gate of heaven and traveled in the world."

Perhaps Nan Fengmian wanted to change the subject, so he took the initiative to look at Bingfeng and said, "I didn't get to know him when I was young, and then I traveled in Dafu, and then entered Northern Qin from the border, and after seeing the world for twelve years, I felt more and more Four gentlemen are rare in the world."

   "In his sword and ink, he left a memoir that he was not good at reading, and he never preached or taught in his life, and once said that he was ashamed of the name of the fourth gentleman.

   But I think he is a real scholar. "

  Nan Fengmian's tone was filled with emotion, and he looked up and down the notes.

   After listening to Nan Fengmian's words, Lu Jing didn't say much. He only felt that there was indeed a lot of blood and tears in Mr. Four's writing.

   Those blood and tears are not from him, the fourth gentleman whose swordsmanship can reach the sky and high above, but from the many displaced people in this world who have been living in poverty all their lives and endure starvation.

   He used his sword to carve these many blood and tears on this ice peak, which is enough to see his extraordinaryness.

If the fourth gentleman is willing, the luxury and power in the world are at his fingertips. He only needs to hold his head high and look at the prosperity and prosperity of the world, and he will naturally have fun. Why should he bow his head and use this mortal blood and tears to dirty himself s eyes?

   Although Lu Jing did not understand the aspirations of Mr. Fourth, he did not feel that he was the same as Mr. Four, but with such an ancestor in front of him, he would naturally be willing to give him some respect.

  Lu Jing thought about it, his eyes moved slightly, but he saw Nan Fengmian who was talking, looking straight at the ice wall.

The    expression also revealed reverence and many more profound things…

   Lu Jing didn't understand those things at this time, so he ignored them.

  The two sat like this, reading the text on the ice peak together.

   After a long time.

  Nan Fengmian slowly closed his eyes, opened them again, and asked Lu Jing curiously, "Can you see that there are other things in this sword and ink?"

"something else?"

  Lu Jing watched it carefully for a long time, but only felt that there was nothing more profound in this line of text.

   Nan Fengmian suddenly smiled when he saw Lu Jing's expression, shook his head and said, "I can't see it, so I'm afraid there are very few that can be seen in Taixuanjing.

   I've been stunned for many days, and I think that something I can't see can be seen through by a young gentleman. "

  Lu Jing looked at Nan Fengmian.

Nan Fengmian noticed Lu Jing's expression, looked left and right, and whispered, "It's fate that you and I meet, I tell you, don't tell those utilitarians at will, it is said that the text on the ice peak is mixed with The sword qi of the fourth gentleman is said to be the enlightenment he obtained from entering the heaven gate. I admire the fourth gentleman, and I really want to see the sword qi in the sky, so I have studied here for a long time, but I have found nothing."

   "I also brought He Yu here, wanting to use her feathered sword heart to comprehend it, but she got nothing.

  Lu Jing, do you know any other geniuses with great kendo talent? You can also take him to have a look. If I get something, I don’t ask for anything else, just look at the sword energy in the sky and I’ll be satisfied. "

  Nan Fengmian had longing and hope in his eyes.

   seems to be yearning for the so-called Tianguan Sword Qi.

  Lu Jing thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "I don't know other kendo geniuses."

   "Since Nan Heyu can't comprehend, maybe there is no Tianguan sword energy in it."

  Nan Fengmian let out a long sigh of relief, stood up slowly, and said, "I know a few geniuses outside Taixuanjing, but none of them are willing to come to Taixuanjing. It's a pity."

   "Since that's the case, let's just let it go."

   He patted the snow on his body, bent down again, and carefully wrapped the beef.

   "We're used to eating good stuff, so we can't eat it, but I don't know how many people in Xuandu can't eat meat. It's too wasteful to put it here, and it tarnishes Mr. Four's words."

   Nan Fengmian said so, and waved to Lu Jing again.

   A red glow flashed over, Nan Fengmian stepped on the red glow and walked away slowly.

  Lu Jing saw Nan Fengmian leave, and looked at the pen and ink carefully.

   There is an air of killing in the brush and ink, and it is also full of a thought of change, and the transitions of the characters are more and more sharp.

  Lu Jing blinked and suddenly remembered what the prince had said to him that day.

   "Brushes and inks turn into sword energy, sharp edges become sword intentions..."

   Lu Jing suddenly had a thought in his heart.

   He stood up, walked to a blank ice wall with no words left, and drew out the black sandalwood sword!

   He turned his head to the side, and a lot of murderous, sharp, and transformative air from Mr. Four's words entered his mind.

  Lu Jing suddenly remembered the woman who died in the quiet alley that night, as well as the children who were in a hurry, remembered many things in Lu's house, and remembered the troubled days with his mother in his memory.

   And the places where Mr. Four's ink sticks, turns, and stops abruptly, also fall into his eyes.

   The blood and tears of those little people seemed to be reflected in his eyes.

   "Fire, disaster, people change their sons and eat..."

   "Tianguan, the world, the people who look down on all beings..."

  Lu Jing seemed to realize something, and many feelings came one after another.

   "The sword qi in this is not the sword qi in the sky."

  Lu Jing thought, and a sentence came to his mind.

   So he took a deep breath, and in the black sandalwood sword in his hand, the sword energy left by Mr. Four also recovered at this moment, poured into Lu Jing's palm, and then flowed to the black sandalwood sword again!

  Lu Jing held the sword as if he was holding a pen, the sword qi spewed out, and wrote…

   "Seeing the cold in Haoge's frenzy, seeing the world in the sky!

   Seeing nothing in all ordinary eyes, and being saved in hopeless! "

  …

   Nan Fengmian was walking away on Hongxia when suddenly he stopped.

   looked down at the famous sword on his waist, the famous sword trembled and made a low sound again!

  Nan Fengmian raised his head, stunned in his eyes.

   After being stunned for a while, he slowly turned around and looked at the ice peak in the distance.

   but saw…

   There are twenty cold mountains here, only the sword moves with silver light.

   Today, the author is a little uncomfortable. I keep coughing and can't stop. I can only guarantee the bottom line. I will continue to add more tomorrow.

  

  

   (end of this chapter)