MTL - If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified-Chapter 215 he can draw a sword

  Chapter 215 He can strike a sword

   After Jiang Baishi finished speaking, he closed his eyes and remained silent.

From a distance, he looked like an ordinary old man resting, but when he finished speaking, the man in short coat fed the white cow another handful of grass and patted the grass clippings off his hands. After stretching his muscles and bones again, he walked out of the capital's mansion.

  When he stepped out of the not-so-luxury gate of the chief assistant, the body of the man in short clothes disappeared in an instant.

  Jiang Baishi closed his eyes and sat upright in the east hall, the bright sky fell straight into the light-transparent east hall.

   Sitting in the bright hall, I have never seen wind and rain.

   There was still no movement in Taixuan Palace.

  Before the East Hall, there is a long road, and many willows that have sprouted are planted there.

   Until the past ten or so breaths, an old man who was not tall, dressed in gold and silver, and his clothes were all sewn with gold and silver threads, walked into the mansion.

  He came all the way to the east hall, saluted Jiang Baishi, and then took his seat.

  Jiang Baishi finally opened his eyes.

  The two old men looked at the sky in the distance, silent.

Until the clouds and mist in the distance began to dissipate, Old Nanguo suddenly sighed: "It's a pity, if Fengmian has an ordinary temperament, and if he also has blood ties in his body, he also wants to continue the big ambush in front of Nanguo's mansion like me." Ju Yue, many things have become much simpler."

  Jiang Baishi took a sip of hot tea and moved slowly, as if he was dying.

  “A genius who surpasses tens of millions of people must always have some differences.”

  Jiang Baishi said: "The same rice can support all kinds of people, the Nanguo government is like this, and the Jiuhu Lu family is also like this.

  Nan Fengmian went to Zhenwu Mountain to cultivate when he was a teenager, and he was taught by the Taoist deer breeder on Zhenwu Mountain. Now the Taoist deer breeder has gone to nowhere and has disappeared.

   But Nan Fengmian was influenced by him, and wanted to wear a knife on his waist, travel all over the world, see all rivers and mountains, and act chivalrously.

  Because he has such a free and easy temperament, the Xinggu real person will fly across the mountains, rivers and seas, and recognize him as the master.

  Old Nanguo, if Nan Fengmian is just like you said, with the disposition of an ordinary nobleman, how can he become the master of Xinggu Daoist, and how can he raise a domineering sword spirit in the primordial spirit? "

   “Where there is gain… there must be loss.”

  Jiang Baishi's eyes were calm, staring at Nanlaogonggong.

  Old Duke Nan naturally knew this truth, but when he heard Jiang Shoufu's words, there was a lot of helplessness in his eyes.

   "The same kind of rice feeds a hundred kinds of people.

  But the Nanguo government has never raised a person who can inherit the position of Duke.

  Whether He Yu, Fengmian, or even a seriously ill patient would not want that giant mountain to stand in Taixuanjing forever.

Today, it may be considered a good thing that Fengmian made a mistake. In the face of catastrophe, he did not walk out of Taixuanjing, but he was able to save his life, so that he would not die on the road of walking the world, and would not die in the hands of King Qi Yuan . "

  When Nan Guogong said this, he let out a long breath, and there was still a little struggle in his eyes.

  As the head of the family, he is really the Duke of Dafu. People in the world only know that the government of Nanguo has infinite scenery and industries all over Dafu. The Duke is like a giant mountain, and his wealth is also like a giant mountain.

  However, everyone in the world has their own difficulties. Even the old man who has already stepped into the realm of immortality with half a foot still has many concerns.

  Jiang Baishi's voice was still normal, but there was some pity in his tone: "Nan Fengmian is stubborn, so he can't achieve what he wants, and there will be many obstacles in his future practice.

  It is also a loss to the Nanguo government and Dafu. "

  The regret in Old Nan’s eyes became more intense, and then completely dissipated, and he became calm instead: “It’s better than him dying outside.

  He was able to kill the Sanyin Chief Protector, and there were many chances and coincidences.

  But King Qiyuan has been assassinated many times. He went to Qi State to kill people quietly, but today he is still intercepting and killing Qi State envoys outside Taixuanjing. Qi State does not know how many eyes fell on him.

  After today, when he re-enters the Qi State, he will be dead anyway.

  Instead of this, it would be better for him to stay safely in Taixuanjing, living in that huge mansion to be more secure. "

Jiang Baishi's expression was slightly different, and he didn't know what he thought of: "I still remember that the last time you carried a giant mountain on your shoulders in the spiritual wave, you wanted to use your own energy and blood to knock down the fairy tower in the sky. Death, even the fairy towers in the sky can't suppress your power.

  However, only a few dozen years have passed, and the Duke actually felt that it would be better to live safely in Taixuanjing than to die on the road to becoming stronger. "

  Nan Laoguo seemed to be poked into a sore spot, and his usual expression became a little indifferent, he glanced sideways at Jiang Shoufu, and said softly: "At that time, Dafu was the strongest in the world.

  We have also used spiritual tides to step into the realm of immortality, only to feel that those immortals in the sky cannot live forever and see forever, and they must live forever, so how is it different from us? Why are they standing on my head?

  Since we are already invincible in the world, we also want to be invincible in the sky, as the Holy King thought.

Only later... the spiritual tide receded, we were no longer immortals, the immortals in the sky still looked down from high, the twelve immortal towers were still intact, and the five immortal cities headed by Ming Yujing were still high mountains on the road of mortal cultivation, making us breathless I can't breathe.

  Since this mountain cannot be climbed, it doesn't make much sense to risk your life to practice. "

  Nan Guogong's tone became more and more indifferent, and said: "Master Shoufu, after I know about Lingchao, you are still planning something.

But I am old. Although I am now one of the nine phases, I have no hope of re-entering the realm of immortality in this life. Because of this, I, the Duke of Dafu, is like an ordinary farmer's old man, thinking of making a plan for the descendants of blood. In future generations, probably not too much? "

  Jiang Baishi looked at the old Duke Nan who was wearing gold and silver in front of him, and shook his head regretfully.

  Nan Laoguo lowered his head, but he seemed to see Nan Heyu descending with his sword light in Nanguo's mansion, outside his own courtyard.

  She entered the courtyard where Fairy Li lived in Nanlaoguo, but found that there was no one there.

  Nan Heyu, who had always had a cool temperament, became a lot more irritable. She first hurriedly asked a few old people in the mansion, but none of them found out the whereabouts of the old Duke.

   Immediately, he went to look for the other old generals in the Nanguo government.

   But seeing that these old generals were already drunk, no matter how she called, they were already unconscious.

  Nan Xuehu had already seen Nan Heyu's sword light fall to the ground, so he also came in a hurry.

  When he asked, Nan Heyu only said nothing happened.

   "What happened to uncle?"

  After Nan Xuehu finished speaking, he whistled.

  Following a hissing, there was a rapid and powerful sound of horseshoes, and Yuelong Mountain stepped on the green bricks, as if a heavy hammer was hammering the ground.

  A shadow flashed past, Yuelong Mountain was already in front of Nan Xuehu.

  Without waiting for Nan Heyu to answer, Nan Xuehu, who saw Nan Heyu dodging his eyes, got on his horse.

   Nan Heyu frowned and asked, "Brother, where are you going?"

   "I'll go to the library to look for Mr. Lu Jing." Nan Fengmian pulled the reins, and Yuelongshan horse's nose rushed heavily.

   "What's the use of looking for Mr. Lu Jing?" Nan Heyu said: "I was in the library just now, and Mr. Lu already knew the news.

   Among the envoys of the Qi State, there is a Seven Star Sword Seat, who is a swordsman friar in Jixia Jiange of the Qi State, and his cultivation base has already reached the seventh level of the star.

  Mr. Jing is a peerless arrogance, but after all he..."

  Nan Xuehu frowned, leaned down and asked, "He Yu, Mr. Lu Jing already knew about this?"

  Nan Heyu nodded in confusion.

  Nan Xuehu straightened up, but he didn't use any force when he swung the rein.

  He still rode Yuelong Mountain and walked outside the Nanguo government.

   "Where are you going?" Nan Heyu had already raised his sword light.

  Nan Xuehu didn't even look back: "I'm going out of the city, Mr. Lu Jing is my uncle's brother-in-law, if he can save me, I'll send my uncle off.

  If he can't be saved, I will go and drag my uncle... back. "

  Nan Heyu's mind seemed to sink into an abyss, she stood on the sword light, and nodded stiffly.

   Immediately, he turned his head to look at the huge Nanguo Mansion.

  When the south stopped and returned to spring, he had already gone south to look after the business in Gu's mansion.

  The old Duke is not in the mansion today.

  The elders were all drunk.

  The Keqing from Fuzhong, who usually appears and disappears like a ghost, disappeared as before.

  This may seem common, but it is actually unreasonable.

   "No matter what, grandpa will not let uncle die under the seven-star sword."

  Nan Heyu didn't know that her Sixth Uncle, who drank wine and ate meat on weekdays, and rarely practiced swords, had already slashed out the seven-layered seven-star sword light, and killed the mountain ghost and Qiushui.

  She still thought that the greatest disaster Nan Fengmian encountered still came from the Seven Star Sword Seat of the Jixia Jiange.

   Nan Heyu thought so in her heart.

  The sword light turned into an aurora, rushed into the sky, faced the spring wind and flew many miles away, and flew into the mountains.

  In Taixuanjing, I don’t know how many people are watching a big show.

   Blood was spilled on Seven Star Sword Seat.

  Jian Qiushui held the broken Qiushui long sword and fell on a mountain peak. If she had no vitality to support her body, she might have turned into a puddle of mud.

  Gao Li has disappeared, and the rest of the monks in the sixth realm of Qi have all died under the protection of Nan Fengmian.

  Nan Fengmian was still looking at that Ma Zhaoye.

  On the seven-star sword, a flash of sword light suddenly burst out.

  Nan Fengmian realized later, and turned his head to look at the Seven Star Sword.

  His expression suddenly changed, and there was more disgust on his face.

   "One word sword?"

  Nan Fengmian was thoughtful, and looked down at the moon wheel on the carriage.

  Yuelun's long hair was loose, her face was pale, and her eyes were full of fear and confusion.

   "I don't know who you are, Gao Li is in the light, and the Seven Star Sword Constellation is in the dark to **** you together.

   Even the Juggernaut, who hadn't used it for a long time, planted a sword formula for the seven-star sword. "

   "Is it my bad luck?"

  Nan Fengmian could not help laughing and shaking his head when he sensed the quick killing aura emanating from the Seven Star Sword.

   He sighed, neither the primordial spirit nor the domineering sword spirit had recovered.

  So the young chivalrous man simply let go of the Xinggu real person at his waist, and rubbed his shoulders.

   "It's **** painful."

  Nan Fengmian looked down at the hideous wound on his shoulder, and said to himself: "It's a pity that I haven't killed the Seven Star Sword Seat yet.

  The one-character sword formula appeared, and it seemed that I would not be able to go south this time. "

   "Bah!"

  He spat, but he didn't forget to turn his head and look at Tai Xuanjing.

  At this time, Nan Fengmian seemed free and easy, but he was a little disappointed in his heart.

  Because there is a huge Taixuanjing behind him, and there are countless strong men in it, and his father is the Duke of Dafu, Dafu Juyue, and even a former Tianfu celestial being.

  Although he has fallen to the realm and is no longer a human immortal, he is still a person with a physical body who wants to shake the fairy tower in the sky. Now he is staying in Taixuanjing in this way.

   "Most of the people in Taixuanjing are different from me. I am out of tune with them. Wouldn't it be more uncomfortable for me to let me stay in Taixuanjing than killing me?"

  Nan Fengmian was full of thoughts, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

  He had already let go of Xinggu Daoist's knife handle, but at this moment, his five fingers joined together, but he firmly grasped the knife handle.

   "So what about the Sword Master of the Qi Kingdom? Will he be able to eat me?"

   Nan Fengmian's dim primordial spirit emitted bursts of light again.

  Like a breeze blowing by, Xinggu Daoist, whose first grade has been handed down to the world, rang softly again.

   Nan Fengmian's body had a majestic saber intent from bottom to top, rushing into the sky.

  His primordial spirit began to burn, and the domineering sword spirit was also burning.

  In Jiang Baishi's mansion, the old Duke Nan who had lowered his head suddenly raised his head.

  Jiang Baishi has no self-cultivation, but he still sees something strange in Nan Guogong's complexion.

   He frowned and sighed deeply.

   Taixuanjing is famous all over the world for its prosperity, but some people don’t want to live in it. This was true for Dafu Baiyi in the past, and it is also true for Nanfengmian today.

  On the tower of self-cultivation, Chu Kuangren, sitting cross-legged opposite Mr. Qi Guan, smashed the cup in his hand to the ground and stood up.

   "Since it is a rare and good seedling, it should be taken care of.

   It is impossible to force him into this cage just because his ambition is not in Dafu and Taixuanjing. "

  Madman Chu narrowed his eyes, and said: "Dafu is already rotten, countless distracting thoughts can't be gathered into a unity, everyone has their own thoughts, but they are chaotic.

  Instead of this, let me smash the Seven Star Sword with one stick, and let the young swordsman be free. "

  Mr. Guanqi smiled and said: "You are a guest of Taixuanjing, if you send Nanfengmian away, who in Taixuanjing will protect Lu Jing?"

  Madman Chu raised his eyebrows slightly, and a burst of divine thought suddenly captured the people in the small pavilion.

  Lu Jing, Luo Shubai, and the mysterious young man in black.

  The young man in Xuanyi took out a sword.

  A deer head was carved on the hilt of the sword, and many patterns were engraved on the body of the silver-white sword.

  When Luo Shubai saw the sword, his expression suddenly changed, and his gaze towards the young man in black became a little fanatical.

  Lu Jing has read countless classics, so he naturally knows the origin of the sword in front of him.

   "White Deer..." Lu Jing was still sitting in the booth.

  The middle-aged man in Xuanyi put the white deer on the table and said nothing.

  Lu Jing still wanted to speak, but his spiritual sense buried in the mountains suddenly felt a saber intent that seemed to explode.

   Lu Jing's complexion changed slightly, and he stopped hesitating immediately, and picked up the white deer.

  The white deer weighs only two or three catties.

  …

   Nan Heyu walked straight into the clouds with the sword light.

  Nan Xuehu rode Yuelong Mountain and turned into a blood-colored streamer to shuttle through Taixuanjing.

  Nan Heyu's cultivation was advanced, and she was the first to perceive the terrifying and domineering sword spirit full of destruction.

  Her eyes became more and more rigid, and her face turned extremely pale in an instant.

  The same is true for Nan Xuehu. He follows Nan Fengmian every day and is also a swordsman. He naturally knows that this soaring sword intent comes from Nan Fengmian, and also knows that such a storm-like burst of sword intent is not a good omen.

   Far away, a man in short clothes came striding across the clouds. He frowned, as if he was puzzled by Nan Fengmian's choice.

   "He knows that someone in Taixuanjing will protect him eventually, so why would he burn his soul and sword soul?" The man in short clothes has followed Jiang Baishi for decades and has seen many great things in the world, but he has never seen such a person.

   Nan Fengmian pulled out Xinggu Daoist again.

  He held his head high, stepping forward on the suddenly rising clouds.

   "As Gao Li said, a person like me is useless to Tai Xuanjing.

  You guys want to keep me and make me someone useful to Tae Hyun Kyung! "

   "But I, Nan Fengmian, don't want to stay and live. Since that's the case...Since I can't go south to see rivers and mountains, I can still be inferior to this Taixuanjing."

  Nan Fengmian held the knife, his eyes became more determined, without any hesitation in his heart.

  The spirit on his body became more and more violent, with thrilling, like a strong wind.

   The strong wind moved forward.

  The seven-star throne is still trembling.

  Nan Fengmian is about to make a knife...

  But at this moment, a sword light flew across Taixuanjing.

  The sky was also vortexed in an instant.

  There are spirits in the heaven and earth, a divine thought and a wisp of vitality seem to arouse the spirit of the heaven and earth.

  Nan Fengmian froze for a moment, and suddenly remembered what Lu Jing had told him before when he was drinking...

  If you want to intercept and kill the Qi State envoy...

  He can make a sword!

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  (end of this chapter)