MTL - If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified-Chapter 193 Mr. Four's Sword Bone Sword Qi Shenhuo
Chapter 193 Mr. Four’s Sword Bone, Sword Qi, Divine Fire
The thirteenth day of the first month.
There have been a few spring breezes, and everything in the world is recovering.
But the weather is still cold, especially in the early morning, when the spring breeze blows like a piercing knife, which is better than the winter wind and frost.
In such weather, an old man came to the library in an ox cart.
The driver was dressed in bunt clothes, with a dark face and thick hands and feet. From a distance, he looked like a strong man who had just harvested land.
This robust man drove an ox cart and entered the library. The scholars in the library saw the white cow with white hair and two white horns on its head, and they already guessed who was coming, and they didn't know He stepped forward to bother, but saluted the driver from a distance.
The old man in the car went all the way into the second floor, and then into the self-cultivation tower.
With the support of the strong man, he went up to the fifth floor of the self-cultivation tower.
“It’s too high here. When I was young, I was very happy to climb mountains. Now that I’m older, just climbing five floors makes me out of breath.”
This old man is none other than Jiang Baishi, the chief assistant of the dynasty.
Jiang Baishi sat in front of the window on the fifth floor of the Slim Tower, and Mr. Guanqi sat opposite him and poured tea for him.
"A person's life is short and insignificant, and a mere hundred years is fleeting. After all, there are only a few people who can survive the thunder disaster with their primordial spirit and build a heaven in a mortal body. After all, there are only a few people who can live three hundred years."
Jiang Baishi sighed like this, but there was no nostalgia or envy in his eyes: "Compared to most people, I am already over a hundred years old, and I have seen all the things in the world. Sometimes I wake up at night, and I always feel disgusted in my heart. I think that if I can If I just close my eyes, the affairs of this world have nothing to do with me, and I don’t have to worry a lot when I’m old.”
Mr. Guanqi thought for a while, and said to comfort Jiang Baishi: "Jiang Shoufu, there are always heavy things in the world, and there are always light ones.
But for many reasons, there are far fewer easy things in today's world than heavy things.
You have seen the importance of the world all your life, and you will inevitably feel tired in your heart.
Maybe one day, there will be a lot less bitterness in this world, and at that time, you may be willing to live a few more years. "
Jiang Baishi was silent for a while, then shook his head and said, "It's difficult."
He only said one word, and then slowly closed his eyes.
When the strong man driving the car saw Jiang Baishi at this time, a look of worry flashed in his eyes.
Jiang Baishi sat in front of the table, with his head drooping and his eyes closed. The original power of his thin and short body seemed to have disappeared, and he looked like an ordinary old man.
Mr. Guanqi also stopped talking, and his movements were very light when pouring tea, not wanting to disturb the rest of the old man in front of him.
In an instant, half an hour passed.
Jiang Baishi may have had a bad dream, his body trembled, and his eyes opened instantly.
He took a deep breath: "I've always dreamed a lot, and all I dreamed were disgusting things."
Jiang Baishi paused for a moment, and his eyes gradually sank: "I dreamed that decades ago, when the Huangtao River broke its embankment, the water of the long river seemed to come from the sky. In just a moment, it flooded Beiluo Road and Jiangnan. road.
Vaintly, I saw above the Huangtao River, a figure stirring up the storm, digging for the source of the spiritual tide. "
Mr. Guanqi, who has always had a gentle face, his eyes became cold, he looked out the window to see the beautiful scenery in the library, and said softly: "The spiritual tide broke out, and the immortals from the sky fell to the mortal world to pick the fruit of the spiritual tide.
The heavenly gate opens, and the immortals fall into the mortal world. The price is extremely high, and they can afford it at any cost. However, how can the mere disasters in this world and the lives of hundreds of millions of people come into their eyes? "
Jiang Baishi's old eyes suddenly flashed a gleam of light, he looked at Mr. Guanqi, and said: "So, do you agree with the chess game I set up?"
Mr. Guanqi thought for a while, and said frankly: "There are not a few strong people in the world, and each has his own plan and philosophy.
The book building has always advocated tolerance of all things. Master Shoufu set up a chess game and wanted to invite immortals into the game, which is naturally very good.
It's just that the general situation in the world is not yet stable, and it may be counterproductive to kill the immortal rashly. "
Master Shoufu heard Mr. Guanqi's point of view, and nodded seriously, and then sighed: "I also want to plan for hundreds of years, so as to ensure nothing goes wrong.
It's a pity that mortal creatures have lives, and my time is approaching, and I will eventually be buried in the loess. Time...is no longer enough. "
Mr. Guanqi looked at the old man in front of him with admiration in his eyes.
The old man was originally just a long-term worker in a wealthy gentry's family. Later, he was freed from slavery because of the amnesty of the world, and was able to study in Xuandu at the age of sixteen.
After years of scientific examinations, it was not until the age of thirty that he was admitted to Jinshi, but he never thought that Taixuan's Beijing etiquette system was almost insane. Jiang Baishi was deprived of his Jinshi status.
The old man had nowhere to show his ambitions in his life, and he left Taixuanjing in despair.
He went back all the way, accompanied by the white bull, experienced many turmoil, saw the changes in the world, and knew the suffering of the people.
Later, Mr. Shu Louda publicly criticized such a strict etiquette system. He took Jiang Baishi as an example and said: "My father's name is Jin, so I can't be a Jinshi. If my father's name is Ren, isn't it human?"
With this remark, Jiang Baishi rekindled hope, and still led the white bull into Taixuanjing, won the number one scholar, and entered the court.
Now that decades have passed, the down-and-out scholar who once traveled thousands of miles and read thousands of volumes of books is now holding chess pieces in his forehand, leading the heavenly Ming Yujing into the game step by step.
This is also the reason why Mr. Guanqi admires the chief assistant in front of him.
"Waste my life, if I can really leave a spiritual wave for the people of the world, my life will not be in vain.
It’s just that…now there is still a sword to kill immortals. "
Jiang Baishi's eyes gradually became serious, and he said to Mr. Guanqi: "Sir, who among the world's heroes can enter my game and open up a life for the world?"
Mr. Guanqi was silent and did not answer.
Jiang Baishi asked again: "I don't know if that Lu Jing can wield Mr. Si's sword?"
Mr. Guanqi was still silent, and after more than ten breaths passed, he opened his mouth and said: "Lu Jing is still young, he is only seventeen years old, although he has already cultivated to the realm of Shenhuo, his combat power is even better than many of his peers. .
It's just that if you want to kill the immortal, you should have the ambition to kill the immortal in your heart. If you are pushed onto the chessboard by others and become a puppet for killing the immortal, it will actually harm him. "
At this point, Mr. Guanqi said with the same solemn tone: "Although Lu Jing is not my disciple, I brought him into the library, and I also feel that he has a unique temperament. Give it to him, so that he can write with heart.
And Lu Jing also gave me some hope, so I am willing to speak with my soul and no longer hold the precept of keeping my mouth shut.
He is the second floor gentleman of my study building, and he will soon enter the third floor. Maybe one day he will enter the fourth floor and wield the sword of Mr. Fourth.
Jiang Shoufu, he is from my library, how could he become a puppet for no reason? "
Mr. Guanqi asked.
Jiang Baishi shook his head: "It's too early now, maybe it's not Lu Jing who killed the immortal...Luo Shangyan on Yu Xingdao has also entered the eyes of the sage, Mr. Guanqi, entering this game is a great opportunity in itself.
And since he can contribute to the world, with Lu Jing's heart, he will always be willing. "
"His current cultivation level is not considered tyrannical, but he has great talent. Maybe after a while, he will be able to enter the seventh realm with a sky-high posture like the Marquis of Zhongshan, and even become one of the few young men in the world. strong.
Before that, he would naturally go through a lot of tempering, and he could only enter the game after going through all these trials. "
Jiang Baishi paused at this point, and then continued: "Whether it is the Seventh Prince, Shaozhu Kingdom, or Chu Guogong, they are not ordinary people.
The journey of a young man has come here, and he has stood against many people. Let us see if Lu Jing can go all the way to the end after this. "
Mr. Guanqi flicked his sleeves lightly, his tone rare and indifferent.
"Using heaven and earth as a chessboard, it is naturally very good to seize the foundation of the spirit tide.
But in this way, how many lives will be sacrificed?
If everything is accomplished, it is done; if it fails, the foundation of the world will be taken away. "
"And... a young man should not bear such important responsibilities."
Jiang Baishi did not continue to answer this time, but stood up tremblingly, and walked down the cultivation tower.
"Everyone has his own aspirations, but for the sake of the general trend of the world, sometimes personal aspirations are not that important."
Jiang Baishi stepped onto the ox cart, and the white ox that was grazing raised its head and looked at the Slim Tower.
Mr. Guanqi is standing in front of the window, watching the white bull.
The white bull nodded slightly to Mr. Guanqi, and then dragged the car away.
Jiang Baishi sat on the ox cart, opened the curtain, and said to the man driving beside him, "Do you think Lu Jing can hold the power of heaven and earth among the two treasures of calling wind and rain?"
The man grinned, turned around and pointed to the Slim Tower, and nodded.
"It seems that Mr. Guanqi feels in his heart that Lu Jing has a bright future ahead.
It's just... There are still many catastrophes in front of us, and Lu Jing needs to go through it himself, and I don't know if he can get to that step. "
"Chu Madman, Master Zhenwu Mountain, Baili Qingfeng, Taichong Dragon Lord."
"This is too Xuanjing, it's going to become a pot of mishmash."
…
In a bamboo forest in the study building, Lu Jing was sitting alone on the ground casually, spreading out the letter in his hand and reading it carefully.
"Brother Jing, I don't know if you're all right after being separated for a few months?
I came to Taihao Que, put on a Taoist robe, and sat in the vast and deserted Taoist temple every day.
The food in the Taoist temple is brought by an endless stream of pilgrims. It is rich, but not as delicious as the food in the library.
I have been studying the three thousand scriptures all day, but I feel that these scriptures are not as good-looking as the books I read before.
I also think of Brother Jing from time to time. Although Brother Jing has not been with me for a long time, I have not had many friends in my life.
I lived in Taihao Tower when I was a child, and when I came to Taixuanjing, I lived in Dongwang Temple all day long. Later, I went to the library, and I could only study in the cultivation tower.
It wasn't until later that you came to the Cultivation Tower and talked with Brother Jing every day, and found it much more interesting.
To this day, I still remember that you took me to Shihua Pavilion, and sometimes I still wonder if I can go there again in this life.
It's just a pity...I have put on the Taoist robe. "
"The two teachers said that once I put on Taihao's Daoist robe, I will become Taihao's walking in the world. From then on, I will not be able to marry and marry. I have to let go of worldly thoughts and study the Taoism scriptures all day long. Maybe there will be great achievements.
I used to read those picture books all day long, not because I was shameless, but because I felt that there should be a lot of fun in them, but they were too far away from me, and I couldn't help but regret it.
Writing so much today seems a bit trivial. I hope Brother Jing can come to Taihao Que to see me if he has spare time. I am alone every day, and I really want to find someone to talk to. "
"By the way, I have been writing letters to Miss Yanrou for a long time. I have no other intentions. I just think that writing letters can make me more popular, so that I won't be put on the altar and become a statue..."
This is Chen Xuanwu's letter.
Chen Xuanwu and Lu Jing corresponded every month, and the letters didn't mention any major events, but they were all trivial matters.
But even so, because of such a letter, Lu Jing can clearly realize that Chen Xuanwu, who is now in Taihao Que, truly regards him as a friend.
The relationship between people does not depend on the length of time, but on the word "sincerity".
Chen Xuanwu treats people sincerely. Every time he writes a letter, he urgently invites Lu Jing to Taihao Que. The lines are also full of cherishing for Lu Jing, the only friend.
"It seems that brother Xuanwu doesn't seem to be willing to be Tai Haoque's world walker."
Lu Jing looked down at the last line of words in his heart.
"In fact, I really want to travel around the bustling places in the world, I really want to see the beauties all over the world, I want to get rid of my shy temper, and talk to those beauties boldly."
See here.
It was only then that Lu Jing seriously folded the letter and put it in the Yunkong pattern.
He looked up at the sky, it was still early at this time, and he had already finished his homework.
A gust of wind blew, and Lu Jing's mood moved slightly. In a very short moment, Yuanshen recited the mantra silently and formed a seal.
A gust of wind hits, but it seems to contain a lot of vitality. The vitality is like a sword, easily cutting the real wind.
"Inducing wind supernatural power."
A ray of light flashed in Lu Jing's eyes, and he was more and more satisfied with the fate of the enlightened person.
And on the palm of his primordial spirit, a stream of vitality is constantly gathering, communicating with the wind blowing knife and the rain calling sword, and it seems to be connecting with the heaven and the earth, hooking an extremely thick vitality.
"Borrowing yuan from the sky is much more difficult, but it has already achieved a small amount."
Lu Jing thought so in his heart.
And there was a gust of wind and rain coming one after another around his soul, and the vitality of the heaven and earth flowed into his soul continuously, and flowed into the divine fire on the soul.
"What kind of meta-mysterious code is this?"
Lu Jing was practicing in the bamboo forest when a voice suddenly came from behind him.
Lu Jing restrained his soul and turned his head to look, only to see a tall man in Tsing Yi, with a beard on his face, sitting in the distance and asking.
What surprised Lu Jing even more was...
Not far away, in front of the man, there was a bonfire and a rabbit, which seemed to be roasting meat.
The bonfire was burning very vigorously, and fat dripped from the inside of the rabbit meat, which was obviously roasted for a long time.
But... Lu Jing sat here for half an hour, but he didn't even notice it.
"Your soul practice secret book is quite strange.
It seems very complicated, but every spell and every seal is just right, which coincides with the laws of the heaven and the earth. In addition, your talent is good, and the speed at which you refine your vitality and turn it into wind and rain is also commendable. "
While grilling the meat, the man turned around to talk to Lu Jing.
"This practice method is called the Sutra of Calling Wind and Rain, and it was bestowed by the sage in Taixuan Palace."
Lu Jing didn't hide anything, and everyone in Tai Xuanjing knew about it.
The practitioners who participated in the Yuanshen and Martial Dao Second Tests in front of the temple have also comprehended the Sutra of Calling Wind and Rain.
Only the one who got the essence, but only Lu Jing.
Even for people like Xu Xingzhi and Nan Heyu, they can only get one of them, and never combine the two into one.
The man glanced at the Wind Exhaling Knife and Rain Calling Sword on Lu Jing's waist, and a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes.
He thought for a moment, picked up the roasted rabbit, came to Lu Jing, tore off a large piece of rabbit meat and handed it to Lu Jing.
"You have to remember Mr. Guanqi."
The two sat casually, while the rough man ate rabbit meat, he said vaguely to Lu Jing: "Mr. Guanqi cares a lot about you, and I hope you will have the talent to ride a dragon and soar to the sky in the future.
For decades, he has been sitting in the cultivation tower, and he has done many things while keeping silent, and lived many lives.
If he will leave in the future, don't forget him. "
These words made Lu Jing a little stunned, and immediately frowned, and asked, "I don't know who the senior is?"
The man shook his head and said: "I am a good friend of Mr. Guanqi, and I came to this library to see him."
The man didn't answer, and Lu Jing didn't ask any more questions, but there was some worry hidden in his heart.
"Don't forget Mr. Guanqi? Mr. is now in Xuandu, and I am also in Xuandu. I can see him every day..."
Lu Jing was full of thoughts.
That rabbit was quickly eaten up by the man.
It was only then that Lu Jing realized that when the ashes were all gone, the skewered meat turned out to be a piece of emerald jade, and from a distance, the light of the morning sun was still reflected on it.
"After more than ten years, Mr. Guanqi at that time was the most romantic in Dafu, independent of the world, dressed in white neon clothes, the most famous oiran in Taixuanjing sang lyrics for him, and wished to be the southwest wind, and die in your arms forever .
Now he has a smile on his face, but there is no smile in his eyes. The suffering of this world and Mr. Fourth's death seem to have crushed him. "
"And in this Taixuanjing, once a person leaves, no one will miss him.
So in the future, if no one in Taixuanjing really remembers Mr. Guanqi, you should always remember, after all, he has high hopes for you. "
The man looked majestic, and he didn't look like a trivial person, but at the moment he was chattering, not allowing Lu Jing to interrupt.
In the distant sky, clouds and mists piled up, as if brewing the last snow before the arrival of spring.
After hearing the words of the mysterious man in front of him, Lu Jing felt a little uneasy.
And the man finished eating the rabbit meat, wiped the green jade stick in his hand, and just waved his hand gently, and left alone.
Lu Jing thought for a while, wrapped up the uneaten rabbit meat in his hands, and went to the Slimming Tower.
In the Slim Tower, Mr. Guanqi is studying.
When he saw Lu Jing coming, his eyes became softer: "Sit down."
Lu Jing smiled at Mr. Guanqi, and said, "Sir, I met your friend on the road, and he gave me some rabbit meat, which happened to be a side dish."
The two sat opposite each other and poured two glasses of sake.
There is not much rabbit meat, only a few bites per person left with rabbit bones.
Mr. Guanqi looked at Lu Jing who was really pouring wine for him, and suddenly said: "Mr. Jiu said that your Fuguang Jianqi rises eastward, can turn into Dongjun hanging in the air, and shine all over the world, but I have never seen it. "
Lu Jing poured the wine very carefully, not a drop of water splashed on the table.
He heard Mr. Guanqi's words, put down the jug, and flicked his fingers lightly.
In Mr. Guanqi's wine glass, a warm sword energy condensed and formed, and after a flash, it turned into Dong Jun and shone on the wine glass.
This kind of small sword light has the power of the sun. With the high sword energy, the fine wine in the wine glass is like a sea surface. Dongjun's sun shines down, almost boiling.
Mr. Guanqi looked at Fuguang and Dongjun with sudden determination in his eyes.
He introduced the boiling wine into his mouth in one gulp, and the hot wine entered his throat, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.
Mr. Ke Guanqi stood up without changing his face.
"Fu Guang Jian Qi has become a climate, you come with me."
Mr. Guanqi stood up and strode towards the stairs.
Mr. Qiguan today is quite hasty in his steps, not as leisurely as in the past.
Lu Jing was a little surprised, but he still stood up and followed behind Mr. Guanqi.
Mr. Guanqi walked down the Slim Pagoda, walked through a field full of flowers, passed through a bamboo forest, and finally came to a hill.
Lu Jing also visited that hill once before.
When he first entered the library, Mr. Guanqi once brought him here to see Mr. Si's tomb.
The black sandalwood sword that Lu Jing placed carefully in the Yunkong pattern now was obtained from this.
Up to now, Mr. Guanqi brought Lu Jing to this place again, and the hills have become much more barren, and everywhere in the library is like spring all the year round, with flowers blooming all the time, and the trees are always flourishing.
But this place is like a cold wind, and the vegetation is withered.
"Before you asked me if you could pay a visit to Mr. Si's tomb, but I never agreed."
Mr. Guanqi looked down at this rather shabby-looking tomb, and said, "Actually, it's because the bones of Mr. Si are not inside this tomb.
What is buried in it is the broken sword bone of Mr. Si. "
Lu Jing thought for a while, and asked, "Where did Mr. Si's bones go?"
Mr. Guanqi became indifferent, and said: "Mr. Si once went to heaven, and some immortals in the sky hated Mr. Si to the bone, so Mr. Si died, and his bones were taken by those immortals again, and entered the Tianguan again."
Lu Jing frowned and remained silent.
Mr. Guanqi shook his head, and said: "It doesn't matter, Mr. Fourth is valued in his soul, in his spirit, and in acting with his heart.
He once said when he was alive that his body was worthless, as long as he left behind a sword bone, the immortals in the sky would never dare to forget him. "
"And that sword bone is buried here... Lu Jing... Can you perceive anything from it?"
Lu Jing looked down at Mr. Si's tomb.
The tomb was unremarkable, and there was no vitality fluctuation in it, let alone any sword energy.
Lu Jing was about to shake his head when he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and remembered the ice peak on the Jiaoshen Mountain.
That ice peak was once the place where Mr. Si practiced his sword, and many words were engraved on the ice peak. It was in those words that seemed to record trivial daily life, but the lines were filled with the blood and tears of ordinary people, Lu Jing realized the sword spirit of supporting light.
The sword energy comes out to support the light, and Dongjun hangs the scorching sun.
The exuberant sword light illuminates this world, and the Fuguang sword spirit is born out of the sword spirit in the world, so it naturally has the same courage.
So Lu Jing reached out and pulled out the Rain Calling Sword from his waist.
The Rain Calling Sword was pure and white. When Lu Jing put his right hand on the Rain Calling Sword, a sharp sword light disappeared in an instant, making the Rain Calling Sword even whiter.
And Lu Jing remembered the words that Mr. Si had carved on Bingfeng.
Recalling what Mr. Si said, there will be a big fire in the capital, and a common people’s shop will be burned down...
Thinking of what Mr. Si said, this world is really boring. People who cry aloud on weekdays can only cry and die in the end.
Those words represent the coldness of the world. To clear up the coldness, only the bright light seems not enough.
"With light, there must be heat."
As Lu Jing thought about this, a Great Ming King Yantian appeared faintly behind the Yuanshen.
At the same time, the wind and rain scriptures are constantly running.
The vitality turned into wind and rain, watering the divine fire in Lu Jing's Yuanshen.
King Daming's divine fire drew streamers of light, pouring into the Rain Calling Sword in Lu Jing's hand.
Suddenly, the Rain Calling Sword shined brightly.
A sword light soared from it, shining high on the tomb.
Chi!
The expression of Mr. Chess Watcher on the side changed, and he keenly felt a soft humming sound coming from the tomb.
"The sword bone, Mr. Si's divine fire, and the sword energy he has been brewing for a lifetime."
Jing Lu took a deep breath, and slowly saluted towards the tomb.
On this hill, except for Lu Jing's sword light, which was slightly bright.
Everything else is completely as usual, the spring breeze falls into the hills and turns into cold wind, the grass and trees are withered and yellow, and everything seems to have lost its vitality.
Only at this moment, Lu Jing's eyes were full of admiration and pity.
"If Mr. Si is alive, he may be able to reach a higher level. Reaching the sky is not his limit."
Lu Jing thought so in his heart.
The chess watcher on the side is looking at Lu Jing.
He could clearly see a few flashes of fire in this tomb, falling into Lu Jing's primordial spirit.
In the tomb, there was only one sword bone and one sword energy left.
Mr. Si's divine fire has disappeared without a trace.
Mr. Guanqi nodded slightly, patted Lu Jing on the shoulder, and said, "The sword bone and sword energy are still a little far away from you, let's go... I hope you can achieve great sword skills when you come here next time. The air reflects the stars."
Lu Jing sensed the scorching aura in the primordial spirit, and saluted to Mr. Si's tomb.
"You have cultivated the light-supporting sword energy, recognized the ideas of Mr. Four, and you have a heart-holding pen. Now you are walking on the road of obtaining Mr. Four's sword bones and sword energy...
You are already a disciple of Mr. Four. "
Mr. Guanqi said this, and the two walked side by side, an elder and a young man, looking at the beautiful scenery of the library from a distance, and strolled away.
For many young people, it is a great thing to have an elder who knows you, teaches you, and protects you on your way.
—
Xuandu Li's family.
Li Wuhuang stood on a tall building, looking at Li Yushi's residence from a distance.
People have died, white lanterns and white cloths have been hung in the mansion, only Li Yushi's pavilion is still as usual.
In front of Li Yushi, Li Wuhuang was not very close to him. The two were siblings, but the family relationship between the children of the big family was always a little weak.
But now that Li Yushi is dead, Li Wuhuang always thinks of the scene of him playing with Li Yushi when he was a child.
He even thought of calling the two of them to the bed before his mother passed away.
At that time, the mother felt that Li Yu and his students were boys and should take care of Li Wuhuang, so she carefully told Li Yushi to treat her sister well in the future, and one day when her sister married, he would become her support.
At that time, Li Yushi was still young, so he just nodded in tears, and took the initiative to hold Li Wuhuang's hand.
But Li Wuhuang didn't expect that... he was about to get married and would become the prince and concubine. The younger brother who had promised to be her reliance was no longer around.
Because of this, Li Wuhuang's eyes were bloodshot, and his pale complexion was more gloomy and cold.
"Brother..."
Li Wuhuang called softly.
In front of a small pond farther away, Li Guanlong was uncharacteristically, he rolled up his trousers and walked into the small pond.
A golden carp flicked its tail and kept swimming beside him.
Standing in the water, Li Guanlong seemed to have lost all his majesty. He heard Li Wuhuang's call and turned his head to look.
Li Wuhuang gritted her teeth tightly and stared at him.
After a few breaths of time passed, Li Wuhuang said with strong hatred in his tone: "Brother, you are from the Dafu Shaozhu Kingdom, and you are a well-known strong man in the world.
I am going to be the prince and concubine. The seventh prince stays in the palace for a long time, but people in the world dare not disrespect him.
But Lu Jing...he killed Master Yu. "
Li Wuhuang's voice was extremely depressed, and she was panting heavily when speaking.
Li Guanlong looked at Li Wuhuang at this time, frowned, and finally said: "Don't lose your composure."
Li Wuhuang was a little stunned, but the sound of a mountain collapsing came from her ears, which reminded her instantly that the person who spoke not far away was the head of the Li family, Li Guanlong who once watched the old real dragon!
She hurriedly lowered her head and pursed her lips, but her eyes still had a stubborn look.
Li Guanlong no longer looked at Li Wuhuang, he lowered his head to fish out the goldfish from the small pond.
The palm-sized goldfish scales shone brightly and fell into Li Guanlong's hands, still flapping their tails.
Li Guanlong's voice also came leisurely at this moment: "Lu Jing will always die, you don't have to worry."
Li Wuhuang opened his mouth, but when he looked up, he happened to see Li Guanlong gently toss the goldfish in his hand upwards.
In an instant...
A burst of golden mist shone, and the goldfish was thrown into the void. In an instant, it became extremely large, and then turned into a shining golden dragon!
The golden dragon roared and roamed in the vast Li Mansion.
The two dragon horns hooked the vitality, and the dragon scales seemed to be extremely hard.
"If Lu Jing enters the game, he will die. If he does not enter the game, we will wait for him for a few more days."
Li Guanlong put his hands behind his back, and said in a cold voice, "There is a type of people in Taixuanjing who always make mistakes.
For example, Guan Changsheng in the library.
For example, Nanfengmian in Nanguo Gongfu.
Or... that young leader, Lu Jing! "
“Once you make a mistake, you will always pay the price with your life.”
Li Guanlong was imposing, and slowly stuck out a finger.
The golden dragon roaring in the sky originally had a huge coiled body, came from top to bottom, and dropped the huge dragon head in front of Li Guanlong.
Take the initiative to touch Li Guanlong's finger with the dragon horn.
Li Wuhuang opened his mouth, and a stern look flashed in his eyes.
The murderer shall pay with his life.
What's more, what Lu Jing killed was Li Yushi from the Li family in Xuandu!
Those who kill the nobles of the Li family will surely die.
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