MTL - If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified-Chapter 55 Lu Jing thinks calmly, discussing Tianjiao in the self-cultivation tower

  Chapter 55: Lu Jing thinks calmly, discussing Tianjiao in the self-cultivation tower

  Lu Jing was walking on the street, the news that Mallow had just brought in his mind.

   "There are a lot of maids in the house, and there are those distinguished guests who come, but Qingyue is asked to serve."

   He moved forward step by step, but his expression gradually became firmer.

   "This is the temptation of Lu Jiang and Mrs. Zhou, and there are probably a lot of insidiousness hidden in it. If I let Qingyue go, this time it's just to serve a female guest, what about the future?"

   He took a deep breath and made a decision in his heart.

   "I have to stop the idea of ​​them using Qingyue to pinch me, otherwise there will be a lot of trivial things in the future. If Qingyue is ill, how can I get through my thoughts?"

  Lu Jing thought about it for a while before turning his thoughts away, thinking about the wonders that filled the sky when Nan Fengmian returned.

   Especially the image of Nan Fengmian dragging the body of a giant whale of twenty or thirty feet with a small body, still appeared in his mind.

   "This Nan Fengmian should be a Primordial Spirit cultivator, and the white-haired Ape Heart King Kong of the Daleiyin Temple is a strong martial artist.

  The power they possess is extremely tyrannical, which makes people feel emotional. "

  Lu Jing thought while walking on the road leading to the library.

   The path he took was the path that Mr. Kanqi pointed out to him earlier.

   The road was sparsely populated. Walking into the book building through a small door, it was already the second floor. After walking for about half an hour, after all, it was already standing in front of the self-cultivation tower.

  Lu Jing walked into the self-cultivation tower and went straight up to the fourth floor.

  The fourth floor of the self-cultivation tower.

   There are rows of bookshelves, and these seemingly old bookshelves carry many equally old books.

  These many books exude a fragrant aroma of pages, which pervades the tower, which is refreshing.

  Lu Jing was sitting in front of a desk in the center of the bookshelves in the fourth-story tower, carefully copying a book.

   This book is called "The Way of the World", which records many sad things in the world, such as the story of Lu Jing in front of him.

   This seems to be an extremely ordinary story, but it contains many hidden things in just a few words.

   There was a Taoist sage who wrote a lot of comments on this book. When Lu Jing copied it, he couldn't help feeling emotional.

"It is recorded in the book that a son forgot his mother when he married a wife. The wife repeatedly wanted her son to abandon his mother, but the son did not dare. The old mother saw that her son was in trouble, so she just wanted to go out to relax. , walked into the deep valley alone, waited to die alone, and then turned into a ghost and returned to his home to protect his son."

"This story is not like this in the eyes of the Taoist master. In his comments, it is probably that this mother also hated her son and daughter-in-law treating her like this, and died alone in the evil valley full of ghosts. Intentionally turning into an evil spirit and returning home to take revenge..."

  Lu Jing carefully copied the story in a blank book, and even surpassed many of the comments of the Taoist master named "Li Shenxu". For some unknown reason, there were bursts of gloomy thoughts in his heart.

  He resisted this gloomy meaning, and carefully copied this book of "The Way of the World".

   Several hours passed, and in the middle, he ate some snacks that Qingyue brought him in the morning, and after a short tea time, he expelled the cold meaning from his heart.

"On the second floor of this book building, there are many annotations for each book. These annotations are either positive or evil. If a scholar with a normal mind reads it, I am afraid that they will go astray. No wonder this second floor is not all. All the disciples of the bookstore can come in."

  Lu Jing let out a long breath.

   It was the afternoon, and Lu Jing only felt that his spirit was very tired, because he was copying the classics.

   But when Lu Jing recovered a little, he felt that the strength of his Primordial Spirit had increased greatly...

   "Well, I am also reading when I copy the classics. The truth in this book is extremely precious. It can nourish my soul. In addition, I have the life of a reader, so I can strengthen my soul through reading, so I have this kind of improvement."

   Knowing this, Lu Jing didn't show many smiles on his face.

  The fate of a scholar is very suitable for Lu Jing now.

   During the day, he copied classics and read a lot of knowledge, and before he knew it, he was able to increase his primordial spirit, allowing Lu Jingru to visualize it at the same time. In addition, he visualized the great sage Yantian, the king of the Ming Dynasty, and his primordial spirit became stronger and faster.

   "However, this practice still consumes a lot of energy and makes me exhausted. Presumably, this is why Mr. Kanqi let me do what I can."

  Lu Jing thought of this, so he put away the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, sat in the same place, and rested.

   In the self-cultivation tower, Lu Jing is not the only one.

   There are also several bookstore disciples.

   The reason why these disciples of the bookstore went up to the self-cultivation tower, unlike Lu Jing, was to read the many self-cultivation books.

  Lu Jing's eyes fell on them, and he only felt that these young people in robes, and even the old people were calm and calm, and their faces were full of confidence.

   "These scholars are all very extraordinary, most of them are Confucian scholars in their thirties and forties, there are also old people, and the least are teenagers."

  Lu Jing looked around and finally found a boy in the crowd.

  The boy was wearing a high crown, long hair and a shawl, dressed in white, and was reading a book carefully.

   Perhaps sensing Lu Jing's gaze, the young man suddenly raised his head and looked at Lu Jing.

   In an instant, Lu Jingyuan was shocked, and he only felt that there was a high mountain standing in front of him, which gave him a strong sense of oppression!

   "This young man's primordial spirit is so powerful."

  Lu Jing lowered his head calmly, the young man seemed to finally see Lu Jing, but there was a rare smile on his face.

   He stood up and came towards Lu Jing.

   "This senior..." The boy in white came to Lu Jing and saluted Lu Jing: "There are very few young people in this self-cultivation tower, senior...Which gentleman did you sit down to listen to the class?"

   The young man in white had a smile on his face, and his fair face revealed a bit of slow dignity.

  Lu Jing thought for a while, then returned the salute: "No sir taught me, I came from the self-cultivation tower, just to copy the classics."

"Transcribing classics?" The white-clothed boy's eyes lit up and he said softly, "I heard from the gentleman on duty in the Sculpture Tower a few days ago that I want to find a student who can write well in the tower to copy the old classics, and I think it is the senior. is you."

   "So, the senior's handwriting is probably excellent?"

   The boy in white had curiosity in his eyes, and then introduced himself: "My name is Chen Xuanwu, because I made a mistake, I was rushed to this self-cultivation tower by my elders, and it has been more than two months now."

   When he said this, his voice may have been a little louder. Not far away, two Confucian scholars in blue clothes had sharp eyes and landed on him.

  Chen Xuanwu shrank his head and lowered his voice: "The scholars in this building are all old-fashioned and tight. Today the senior is here. You and I are about the same age, so we can probably relieve our boredom together."

   A slight smile appeared on the corner of Lu Jing's mouth. This white-clothed young man, Chen Xuanwu, always had a curious expression on his face, and his tone of speech was very simple, like a child who had not yet been deeply involved in the world.

  Lu Jing nodded slightly at him: "My name is Lu Jing."

   "Lu Jing?" Chen Xuanwu thought about it sideways and asked, "There aren't many famous Lu surnames in this Taixuan Beijing. Brother Jing, are you from the Jiuhu Lu family, or a folk genius?"

  Lu Jing smiled casually and did not hide: "My surname Lu is the Lu of the Jiuhu Lu family."

  Chen Xuanwu breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "It's fine if it's a child of a noble family, if it's from the folks, if you can enter this second floor, you're naturally a first-class genius.

   They are very proud in their hearts, some will deliberately flatter, some will not want to have any interaction with us children who are under the shadow of the elders, just obsessed with learning.

   In short, it is not easy to get along with each other. "

   When he said this, his eyes suddenly lit up with some brilliance: "Speaking of which, I heard before that there is a son in the Jiuhu Lu family, and it is said that he wants... to marry the kendo genius Nan Heyu of the Nanguo Gongfu?"

  Lu Jing was still very calm, he nodded with a smile, and whispered to Chen Xuanwu: "It's true, but now that Nan Fengmian from the Nanguo Gongfu has returned, I don't know if Nanfu is interested in the Jiuhu Lu family."

Chen Xuanwu took a careful look at Lu Jing and praised: "Brother Jing is quite calm, the small state government has made great contributions, and when he returned to Taixuanjing, the status of the Nanguo government's government has risen. I'm afraid that the descendants of the fallen clan are also willing."

"Furthermore, I heard that the concubine in the Lu residence is not favored by the clan, and there is nothing outstanding about it. I don't want to be proud of Nan He Yu that day. After all, Nan He Yu is only nineteen years old, and he is a swordsman of Yuanshen. It's amazing, even me... my parents and elders have always praised me over and over again."

   "However, you Lufu don't have to worry about it. The old man made a heavy promise that since he has made a marriage contract, he will not go back on it."

   Chen Xuanwu may not have spoken for a long time. Today, when he met someone of his age, Lu Jing, he opened the chat box, but he never closed it.

   For some reason, Lu Jing looked at this young man's eyes, his eyes were pure and clear, without the slightest malice, he was just talking about the impression in his heart, so even if he talked so much, he couldn't get bored.

  So...he moved in his heart and asked, "Brother Xuanwu, is this Nanheyu really so brilliant?"

   "More than brilliant."

   Chen Xuanwu looked a little sluggish: "My parents always compare me to her.

  Nan Heyu practiced at the age of 12. At the age of 13, he was swimming in the sun with his Yuanshen. At the age of 14, he went to Yuxing Island to follow Luo Mingyue, the great master of kendo, to learn Yuanshen swordsmanship.

At the age of fifteen, she was able to control as many as ninety swords. The sword energy was vertical and horizontal, the stars disappeared, and the flowing water swirled. The Qian Xiushui in her hand was a famous sword in the world. In the Taixuan Beijing, there are only a few extremely noble people who can be compared.

   Now Nanhe is only nineteen in the rainy year, but he has already defeated three kendo masters, and his reputation is well-known all over the world...

   Not to mention the son of the Jiuhu Lu family... Even many well-known young powerhouses are not allowed to compete with her. "

When Chen Xuanwu said this, he paused, and then said: "The young master of your Lu family is very lucky, there are a lot of noble youths who are pursuing Nanheyu, and even the Marquis of Zhongshan once rode down to Fengsuhai and picked them up. Lai Mu Shengzhi gave it to her, but Miss Nan family never received such a gift, I didn't expect Nan Heyu to marry the young master of the Lu family in the end."

   The young man in white said this, and looked up at Lu Jing again.

   "Speaking of which, the son should be about the same age as the senior, whether it is the senior's cousin or..."

   "It's me." Lu Jing said softly without changing his expression.

   "Huh?" Chen Xuanwu was puzzled.

  Lu Jing remained calm and said calmly, "Brother Xuanwu said that the concubine of Lu's house who is about to enter the Nanfu and marry Tianjiao Nanheyu is me."

   Why do you still think I have one chapter a day?

   Let’s talk about it here, two chapters a day, one in the evening and one in the evening.

   And I have a lot of words in each chapter. Most new books are 2,000 words, and I have more than 3,000 words.

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   (end of this chapter)