MTL - If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified-Chapter 209 A real chivalrous man, a real person who wakes up the bones raises his chivalry

  Chapter 209 A real knight

  Three-foot sword body, four-foot sword light.

   Even in the daytime, the sword light was still dazzling, and some disciples in the library in the distance also saw Lu Jing in the small pavilion, holding a dazzling long sword.

  There were bursts of mist rippling from the long sword, which looked quite mysterious.

  In addition, the person holding the sword is Mr. Lu Jing who is made of divine jade, and the person holding the sword becomes a beautiful scene.

  Nan Heyu and Luo Shubai looked at the famous sword in Lu Jing's hand, and their eyes were different.

   There was a long silence.

  Luo Shubai showed a little smile on his face, and continued to introduce: "It is said that there are very few people in the world who can inspire the sword light of a seven-foot jade tool and a four-foot jade tool.

  Not only must one have a very profound understanding of the way of swordsmanship, but also need to be different from ordinary people. "

   "Maybe such a character should be called a monster?"

There wasn't much jealousy in Luo Shubai's eyes, instead he clicked his tongue and said in amazement: "I just said that I have kept the sword for a long time, and my blood is connected with this seven-foot jade tool, but I never thought that Mr. Lu Jing would hold the seven-foot jade tool for the first time, and even Much better than me."

Lu Jing sensed that in his mind, the bright green light that symbolized the fate of the soldier bone was shining with a strange brilliance, and he knew that he could easily arouse the seven-foot jade tool. Fate also played a huge role.

   "A famous sword is really extraordinary."

Lu Jing sincerely praised that this seven-foot jade tool fell into his hands, and the soul urged the sword energy to fall into it. Lu Jing only felt the sharp sword energy, as if it had turned into an immortal sword that could cut mountains and mountains Light.

At the same time, Lu Jing could also keenly perceive that when he was in charge of the seven-foot jade tool, a phantom of a long sword was faintly reflected behind his soul. The vitality is also like a turbulent wave.

   "This is the preciousness of treasures. Even if this seven-foot jade tool has never recognized me as the master, it can bring me such benefits.

  Luo Shubai is the master of the seven-foot jade tool. If he has the cultivation base of the second and third layers of Zhaoxing, with this seven-foot jade tool, he will never be at a disadvantage even if he jumps out of the second or third layer to fight against the enemy. "

  Thinking in Lu Jing's heart, without any hesitation, he handed back the seven-foot jade tool to Luo Shubai.

   There are not many treasures of the first rank, even in this vast world.

  Taking the famous swords in the world as an example, there are only twenty-one first-grade famous swords recorded.

  Among them, Tai Ah, who ranked first on the list, and Nan Zhuhou, who ranked second on the list, have both disappeared for a long time.

   And the magical technique of Confucian scholars with swords, the two swords of the white deer, occupy the third and fourth seats, and are famous all over the world.

  In addition, most of the other first-grade famous swords are in the hands of long-obsessed kendo masters.

   It can be seen from this that the young Nan Heyu and Luo Shubai each have a first-grade famous sword, what a chance it is.

If it weren't for the two people's extraordinary backgrounds, and their teacher is a great master of swordsmanship, they rarely go to other places except Yu Xingdao and Taixuanjing on weekdays, the famous sword of the two people might attract many coveted swords .

but…

  Famous swords have spirits. It doesn’t mean that you can become a sword holder if you get a famous sword.

   Lu Jing holds a seven-foot jade tool, and he can summon the sword light of a four-foot jade tool, but it doesn't mean that everyone in the world can be convinced by such a famous seven-foot jade tool.

   "The way of the sword is the way of brilliance, and there are naturally those who practice the way of the sword, but except for those two or three people, after all, the achievements are limited.

  Mr. Jing just held the seven-foot jade tool in his hand. Although it took only a few breaths, there was still a mighty sword energy like Dong Jun rising out. No wonder it can arouse the sword energy of the jade tool. "

  Luo Shubai also sighed in his tone: "Anyone who is young and can master swordsmanship has the qualifications to knock on the heaven's gate. Mr. Jing, Shubai met a young swordsman with a bright future in his trip to the library today."

  Lu Jing took a careful look at Luo Shubai.

  Long ago, Lu Jing had heard of Mr. Luo of Yu Xingdao, but he had never met him.

  But today I met Luo Shubai in the study building, but found that compared with many children from the big houses in Taixuanjing, this young swordsman in Tsing Yi is more gentlemanly.

  Lu Jing was holding the seven-foot jade tool, bursting out with sword light. Luo Shubai's eyes were only admiration, but there was no negative look in his eyes. He even looked at Lu Jing with excitement and anticipation.

  He was excited because he saw such a young swordsman as Lu Jing, and because he thought of the way of swordsmanship, there would be one more person who climbed the mountain in the future, so he looked forward to it even more.

   "Taixuanjing deserves to be the bright jade capital in the world. Regardless of the prosperity in Xuandu, just the arrogance and powerhouses in Xuandu are enough to make my trip worthwhile."

   "It's just..." Thinking of this, Luo Shubai couldn't help but sighed in his heart: "The road to beheading immortals is long and far away, but I don't know how long I can go."

  Luo Shubai lowered his head, deep in thought: "At least the teacher never lied to me, maybe the reason why I grew up on Yuxing Island is to strike a sword at the immortal in the sky."

  The swordsman in blue was silent. After two or three breaths, he couldn't help but look up at Lu Jing.

   "Mr. Jing's swordsmanship is superb, he has incomparable talents, and now he is in Taixuanjing. Since both Mingyue and Canglong can't break free from the abyss-like Taixuan Palace, will Mr. Lu Jing also..."

  Nan Heyu's right hand still landed on Qianxiushui at her waist, and Qianxiushui's blue sword body gradually stopped trembling and gradually became silent.

  However, Nan Heyu could clearly perceive that when Lu Jing's light-supporting sword energy was revealed, Qian Xiushui also seemed to become more excited, as if she was about to get out of her sheath and show off her sword light.

  Qian Xiushui naturally didn't want to recognize Lu Jing as the master, the famous sword has a spirit, and when he perceives the extraordinary swordsmanship, he will be as happy as a swordsman.

   "I still remember the first time I saw Mr. Jing's Fuguang Sword Qi, the Fuguang Sword Qi at that time was far from being so tyrannical, and did not cultivate such a magnificent spirit.

   Unexpectedly, now, the sword energy cultivated by Mr. Jing is more and more like a master. No wonder he was able to kill Prince Xuanwei with the sword energy of floating light and the cultivation base of divine fire.

  Even if there is the skill of reflecting the Dragon Slaying Platform, if there is no sword energy to support the light, I am afraid it will not be so easy. "

  At this time, Lu Jing was turning his head away, looking at the Shulou disciple who was playing the piano not far away.

  When those teenagers played the piano, the melodious sound of the piano made Lu Jing feel a little bit more energetic.

  “It’s good to live like this, but I don’t know if I can live like this for a lifetime?”

   Lu Jing thought so in his heart.

  At this moment, a divine sense moved slightly, Lu Jing was slightly taken aback, and turned his head involuntarily, looking in the direction of Nanguo Gongfu.

Under the ray of divine thought that he left in Nan Fengmian's small courtyard, Lu Jing saw Nan Fengmian pack his bags, bring a few pots of good wine, and bring that Bei Nan Fengmian to miss him. After a long time, after all, the green ghost tortoise, which never entered his belly, put Xinggu Daoist on his waist seriously, and then straightened up.

  But seeing Nan Fengmian also turned around, facing the study building far away, and waving at Lu Jing.

   "Lu Jing, wait for my news."

   "I've thought about it for a long time, and there should be some involvement in this matter. You are in the Taixuan Palace, and the Taixuan Palace will not let you go away, so it's better not to make a move.

  After I draw my sword, I will go far away to Qi State to see the scenery of Qi State and the scenery along the way.

  If things can be done, there will still be days when I drink alcohol, if things don’t work out...

  Let’s talk about this again, the swordsman naturally needs to be more relaxed, so what’s the point of being coy? "

  Nan Fengmian seemed to be talking to himself, but every word and every word of his fell into Lu Jing's ears through Lu Jing's spiritual thoughts.

  Hearing that Nan Fengmian was unwilling to let him make a move, and seeing the confident look on Nan Fengmian's face, Lu Jing already understood that since his brother-in-law could say such words, he was already sure.

   But Lu Jing's mood became more and more depressed.

  He was still sitting in the pavilion, but he didn't go to see Nan Fengmian off.

   "If I can come back, you can come to welcome me. After all, it is a great achievement to come back. Even if the work is not successful, being able to come back safely is something worth celebrating."

   "But I want to go, you don't have to come see me off, parting is hard, it's not as good as meeting, it's better than drinking tonight."

  The last time he drank, Nan Fengmian told him so.

  So Lu Jing drank with Nan Fengmian all night.

  Nan Xuehu was unhappy that night, and when Nan Fengmian got drunk, Nan Xuehu asked Lu Jing: "Uncle has not been back to Taixuanjing for less than a year, and now he is going to Qi State again.

   King Qi Yuan’s tyrannical name resounds all over the world, but he has nothing to do with my uncle, my husband, or me. Why does he have to go? "

Lu Jing staggered from drinking, and while setting up Nan Fengmian with Nan Xuehu and sending him back to his room, he said to Nan Xuehu: "Someone will always sigh and curse a few times when they hear the rumors. They are people with good hearts.

  Some people, after hearing the rumors of tyranny, think about how to lift a five-foot-long knife to cut off the source of tyranny. This kind of person... is a real knight. "

  Nan Xuehu seemed to understand, his eyes were red, but after all he didn't say anything, he just helped Nan Fengmian to the bed and covered him with a quilt.

   Because of this night, Nan Fengmian left Beijing during the day, but Lu Jing couldn't send him off.

  Besides, Luo Shubai and Nan Heyu felt the change in Lu Jing's mood. They followed Lu Jing's gaze and looked at the sky in the distance.

   It is not yet noon.

  But because of the rare scorching sun in spring, the edge of the distant clouds is rarely dyed golden.

  The sky is slowly getting brighter.

  The sun came out from the thick clouds and fog, and the spring was just right.

   "Mr. Jing, today's weather is really good. The sky is extremely high and clear. Since spring comes, it is rare to have such a scenery."

  Nan Heyu looked at the sky and the beautiful scenery in the sky, and rarely sighed.

  Luo Shubai was a little taken aback.

  The junior sister, who has always been taciturn and cold-tempered, would even take the initiative to mention the spring scenery.

  Without any topic, he took the initiative to mention that the scenery is excellent and the weather is excellent. This is actually...unusual.

   "The weather is fine, should it be easier to draw the sword?"

  Sitting in the small pavilion, Lu Jing suddenly said something abrupt.

  —

  A scholar in black with a sword came from Taixuan Palace.

  The reason why he is said to be a scholar is that he is dressed in black with a Confucian long gown, his eyes are calm, and his light gauze has a strong bookish atmosphere.

  But a scholar can easily walk into the Taixuan Palace. I don't know how many breaths in the palace that have been silent for many years suddenly revived because of this person's arrival.

  Countless deep and old eyes fell on the scholar walking step by step on the palace road.

   But in the huge Taixuan Palace, no one stopped him, but let him enter the palace, and let him go to the Taixian Palace.

  In front of the Taixian Palace, Eunuch Gao of the Canglong Diao Temple was dressed in red, and his old face, which was originally calm in the ancient well, was unexpectedly dignified.

  He saluted the scholar from a distance, and watched the scholar walk up the stairs step by step and into the Taixian Hall.

  In Taixuan Palace, I don't know how many people are facing an enemy.

  But Emperor Chongtian in the Taixian Hall still looked as usual, he lowered his head to review the memorials, when the footsteps of scholars came, he just said casually: "You sit first, wait until I finish approving these memorials."

  The scholar never took his seat, he stood where he was, watching Emperor Chongtian.

  In the desk table in front of Emperor Chongtian, blood flowed from the dragon corpse embedded in it, which seemed to be uniquely changed by the blood essence of Taichong Dragon Lord.

   "Moon wheel, do not enter Taixuanjing."

  The scholar casually glanced at the dragon corpse, but there was no emotion in his eyes: "The moon wheel is a taboo, if the emperor uses it, then those who rule the world are no different from the gods in the sky.

  It doesn't deserve to be called a human being...the moon wheel, I want to take it away. "

  The writing brush that was annotating the memorial in Emperor Chongtian's hand suddenly froze, and then he put it on the table.

  He raised his head and looked at the Confucian scholar who was standing in the Taixian Hall and refused to take his seat.

   "If you can be a fairy in the sky, how can a person in the world be called worthy or not?"

Emperor Chongtian looked with interest in his eyes, and said: "You have also entered the fairyland, seen the Twelve Immortal Towers in the sky, and seen the Ming Yu Jing. You are willing to stay in the world and disdain the Ming Yu Jing in the sky, but it does not mean Everyone in the world is like you."

  The Confucian scholar with the negative sword shook his head: "Then Dafu Shengjun, what do you think of the Ming Yujing in the sky?"

  Emperor Chongtian showed a smile at the corner of his mouth.

  After a long time, the Dafu Shengjun finally stood up. With his hands behind his back, he stepped off the high platform and walked out of the Taixian Hall step by step.

   "In the sky there is a bright moon and a blue dragon standing on the highest point.

  But the immortals in the sky have been standing on the earth for too long. Since someone on the fairy throne is in charge of the heaven and the earth at the same time, why can't you, the king of the world, rule the sky? "

  The negative sword scholar ignored these things, but said: "It is natural to want to become an immortal among immortals and an emperor among emperors, but you can't use the method of mobilizing the moon wheel.

  Moon wheel I will take away. "

  Emperor Chongtian's expression remained unchanged, but his body appeared tall and majestic.

  He was not at all displeased when he heard the words of the negative sword scholar: "Even if the moon wheel is taken away by you, one day, he will still enter Xuandu. What's the point of what you do?"

  Confucian scholar with negative sword was silent for a while, and said: "At that time, I will kill him."

  The smile on Emperor Chongtian's face grew wider, but he saw him flicking his sleeves lightly. In a short while, countless spiritual thoughts from the Taixuan Palace swept over and came to the front of the Taixian Hall.

   Another round of suns hanging in the air bloomed, and the unimaginable fluctuations in Qi and blood almost formed a round of real suns.

   "Only relying on magical skills, White Deer?" Emperor Chongtian looked at the sword box behind the Confucian scholar with the negative sword.

  The bookish scholar untiedly unfastened the sword box behind him.

  He opened the sword case, in which lay two swords safely.

  The scholar said in a normal tone, "Only by magic, White Deer."

  (end of this chapter)