The chess piece of killing the immortal, the evil moon wheel

A vine path is green, and thousands of snow-capped peaks are clear.

March has arrived in the blink of an eye.

Spring has arrived, and except for the dozens of silver mountains on Jiao Shen Mountain that remain white all year round, the color of snow on the mountains around Taixuan Jing has also completely dissipated as the passage of dozens of days.

When the winter solstice comes and spring comes, for the ordinary people outside Taixuan Jing, it is like surviving another disaster.

And the cold winter in the past claimed countless lives.

Lu Jing has been studying, teaching and practicing step by step these days.

With the blessing of the Immortal Confucian Fate, Lu Jing had read thousands of classics in the library in just two months.

These classics include commentaries on the classics, miscellaneous notes of casual conversations, and true unique books of learning.

For Lu Jing, reading is not just about increasing knowledge, nor is it just about understanding the many laws in this world.

Reading can also help Lu Jing heal his injuries.

Lu Jing had been punched by Li Guanlong before. His soul and body were seriously injured, his energy and blood flowed backwards, and he was in pain all day long.

Even with Qing Yue's careful care and the great sage Yantian, King of the Ming Dynasty, Lu Jing's body still recovered quite slowly.

Two months have passed, and the cracks in the snowy mountains and the sun are still clearly visible.

But within two months, Lu Jing Yuanshen had completely recovered.

The Great Sage Yantian, King of the Ming Dynasty, can not only strengthen the bones, but also heal injuries.

It's just that Lu Jing's Yuanshen talent is far superior to his own martial arts skills.

His Yuan Shen was already solid, and with the addition of the Ming Dynasty's Contemplation and Immortal Confucian Fate and many other gains, his recovery speed was naturally much faster.

When all his spirits were restored, Lu Jing, who was sitting in the Hanmo Academy adjusting his breath and meditating, continued to condense the vitality in his body.

This ray of vitality is looming, which is different from ordinary ones.

A certain unique aura emerged from it, and it was vaguely connected to heaven and earth.

"Although this magical power of borrowing energy from the sky is mysterious and extraordinary, it is extremely difficult to breed an energy that can communicate between heaven and earth.

And once it is stimulated, it will be conceived again."

Lu Jing reached out and stretched out two fingers.

The mysterious vitality emerged, as if it had turned into a dragon, swimming between Lu Jing's fingers.

When this mysterious energy separated from Lu Jing Yuan Shen and emerged in the void, the surrounding air fluctuated.

"This method of borrowing energy from heaven, as well as the blessing lines in the center of my eyebrows, are my biggest reliance now."

Lu Jing waved his hand gently, and the mysterious vitality disappeared at this moment.

At this time, the fragrance of flowers filled the Lujing room.

The thorn rose placed not far away exudes bursts of fragrance, and its delicate petals decorate the elegant room, adding a touch of beauty to the room.

Lu Jing turned his head and looked at the thorn rose, with a smile on his face.

The Rose Fairy in Rose of Thorns fell asleep again, but unlike before, her long hair had turned bright red, and her face, as fair as jade, actually looked a little more charming, and she was no longer as sickly pale as before.

"It seems that when she wakes up again, she will be able to fully recover."

This fairy has been in this library for a long time. Mr. Jiu and Mr. Changsheng may have known about the existence of the fairy, but they didn't say much.

Yuan Zhushan, a monster student, would occasionally take a deep breath when he came to attend lectures or passed by Lu Jing's room.

Maybe he smelled some evil spirit emanating from the fairy.

"It's time for class."

Lu Jing continued to prepare his homework in front of his desk.

Not long after, the disciples in the library had entered Lu Jing's teaching pavilion.

When Lu Jing walked out of the back room, many disciples from the library were already sitting neatly in the teaching pavilion.

Lu Jing looked around, but Yuan Zhushan was nowhere to be seen.

He couldn't help frowning and asked Jiang Hudao sitting in front: "Why is Yuan Zhushan missing class?"

Since Lu Jing started classes, Yuan Zhushan has never missed a class and is very serious.

Among the many students of Lu Jing, Yuan Zhushan and Jiang Hu were the most eminent of Lu Jing's calligraphy style, which was somewhat sharp.

Yuan Zhushan did not come today, which surprised Lu Jing.

Jiang Hu frowned and said, "Xiu Mu didn't see him yesterday, and I don't know where he went."

Lu Jing nodded slightly, but didn't think much about it.

Disciples in the library have always been free. Occasionally there will be some trivial matters, so naturally there is no need to worry too much.

After being informed by Mr. Jiu, Lu Jing's coursework was no longer limited to teaching the art of pen and ink.

He has the blessing of destiny and is familiar with many classics. Coupled with the accumulation of previous lives, he has a unique understanding of many classics.

Now Lu Jing's class has become a supplement to other teachers' classes. In addition to teaching cursive writing, students can also review other subjects.

Lu Jing worked diligently on his daily classes and was rarely absent from class.

The disciples in the library are already familiar with this young gentleman who is famous in Taixuanjing.

Lu Jing's reputation flourished in Taixuanjing, although it only lasted a year.

However, Lu Jing's honor is not inferior to those who have been famous for a long time.

Coupled with the fact that everyone knows that a person is worth three thousand words, and Lu Jing's reputation as a young leader, Lu Jing's reputation at this moment is actually comparable to that of Li Shen, Ji Yuanzhi and other famous scholars all over the world.

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But great scholars like Li Shen and Ji Yuanzhi moved the world with their knowledge.

Lu Jing, on the other hand, is still the genius among Yuanshen Martial Arts practitioners. He possesses the two treasures of making wind and rain, and he also holds the power of law. Occasionally, he can be seen in the streets and alleys using his power of law enforcement to decide common affairs.

not to mention……

There is a rumor that Mr. Lu Jing is not yet eighteen this year, but he has already reached the extreme realm of divine fire, and can be called a strong person even in Taixuanjing.

With so many achievements added up, Lu Jing’s reputation is evident.

No one in this huge Taixuan Capital dared to respect Lu Jing.

——Just like the one wearing white clothes with a sword before.

Lu Jing still lived a peaceful life, Qing Yue studied pharmacology with Mr. Shi Yi, and occasionally went to the shantang for consultation.

When Qingyue puts on a white suit and takes the pulse of those children, someone always calls Qingyue "sir".

Qingyue always nodded calmly in front of others, and when she returned to the courtyard, she would always show off around Lu Jing.

She is now... just like the young master, she is a husband.

Lu Jing always had a smile on his face, looking at the excited Qing Yue.

The branches of the human world each ride on the current.

Everyone has his own opportunities, joys and sorrows.

Qing Yue feels that even if the road ahead is chaotic, if she can walk through it with the young master, she will be considered a good person.

What's more, life is good enough now, so good that sometimes Qing Yue will wake up from her dreams and wonder if she is dreaming.

And some people are still sighing.

Just like the old Lord Zhenwu Mountain.

Many days ago, he had rode a crane down the mountain and came all the way to Taixuanjing.

He wanted to take a look at Lu Jing, wanted to find a master for the many powerful Taoist techniques in Zhenwu Mountain, and wanted to find a way for Emperor Zhenwu to walk in the world.

Just a few dozen days in a hurry.

The originally solemn and luxurious Taoist robes worn by Master Zhenwu had some wrinkles, and there were faint traces of blood on them.

The white crane under him, which originally had bright feathers and looked like a fairy bird, has become skinny, its white feathers are dull, and its long neck seems a little overwhelmed.

The white crane is floating deep in the white clouds with Mount Zhenwu on its back, looking down at the Yanglu Street below.

Master Zhenwu's eyes were filled with regret and he shook his head.

The white crane flapped its wings, finally no longer lingering, and flew towards Zhenwu Mountain.

When the white crane flew out of Taixuanjing, another white cloud floated over.

There was a man sitting cross-legged on the cloud with a majestic body and starry eyes. The green jade staff in the man's hand was green and bright, like a peerless jade.

It was Kuangren Chu.

Kuangren Chu sat cross-legged on the white clouds, with one elbow on his lap and the other hand holding a green jade staff, looking at the Lord Zhenwu Mountain from a distance.

Lord Zhenwu saw Kuangren Chu.
To be continued...