Everyone present had different reactions.

But they ended up together by different routes. The eyes of several maids who were usually very proud were shining brightly, and they were a little more curious about Lu Jing, the extremely unpopular concubine in the Lu family.

"It's strange, where did Lu Jing develop his hand in cursive calligraphy and write so brilliantly?"

Xi Qiu and Xue Liu looked at each other.

Ning Qiang's originally sad face also showed a look of surprise at this moment.

"The word Luan flutters like a phoenix, and a dragon and a snake fly... Even I think it's very good... I didn't expect that my cousin's writing skills are as good as my cousin Lu Jiang said."

Ning Qiang's eyes shone brightly and she praised aloud, which made Lu Jiang look extremely unnatural.

Lin Rendong's eyes on the side were still focused on Lu Jing's writing. After a long time, she raised her eyes to look at Lu Jing again.

But he found that Lu Jing was still frowning slightly.

"Master Jing, this word is already very good, but I think you are not satisfied with it."

Lin Rendong asked with a smile: "I still wanted to shamelessly get these words and characters from Miss Qiang and Master Jing and give them to my father."

"My father is good at calligraphy, and gifts like this will definitely make him happy."

Ning Qiang showed hesitation: "My cousin's handwriting is naturally very good, but my poem... When the head of the Lin family meets me, I'm afraid he will feel a little immature."

Lu Qiong smiled and said: "My cousin, why should you be so modest? This poem is also very good."

After he finished speaking, he turned to Lu Jing and said, "Lu Jing's calligraphy is indeed very good. If he is good at poetry, he can become famous in the Taixuanjing literary world."

Lu Qiong's maid Xi Qiu nodded unconsciously.

I also feel that my young Master Qiong's calligraphy is not as good as Lu Jing's, but his attainments in poetry are also extraordinary and unparalleled.

Lu Qiong finished speaking.

However, Lu Jing carefully rolled up the piece of river silk paper on the stone table with a serious expression and handed it to Lin Rendong.

"Since Miss Honeysuckle wants it, I will make the decision on behalf of my sister to give this ink to Miss Honeysuckle."

Lin Rendong was a little puzzled, but he reached out and took the piece of river silk paper.

Ning Qiang opened her mouth, and a trace of regret flashed in her eyes.

Lu Jing gave the river silk paper to Lin Rendong, and suddenly said softly to Qing Yue who was standing behind him: "Qing Yue."

Qing Yue reacted and immediately spread the paper and polished the ink.

Several people in the pavilion gathered around again, wondering what Lu Jing was trying to do.

While Qingyue is busy.

Lu Jing looked at Ning Qiang and said, "Cousin, I know you are sad in your heart, but if you don't get rid of these worries, I'm afraid it will hurt your spirit and body."

At this moment, Qingyue handed over a writing brush.

Lu Jing wrote again and said: "I am also good at reading poetry collections. I once read a poem in a poetry collection and it was very well written.

I will write it down silently and give it to my cousin.

I hope my cousin can escape from the past and abandon her sorrow as soon as possible."

After Lu Jing finished speaking, he wrote again.

When lines of poetry appear on the precious river silk paper on the stone table.

This time, what attracted everyone's attention was not only Lu Jing's words like a startling dragon, but also these many poems.

Lin Rendong's eyes kept changing, sometimes looking at the land scene, sometimes looking at the poem on the paper.

The one who felt the deepest impression was probably Ning Qiang.

There were faint tears in her eyes, but she was thoughtful, not knowing what she had realized from those lines of poetry...

——

Time passes quickly.

As the evening glow shines on the autumn garden, the clear stream next to the Qingliu Pavilion also takes on a reddish color, as if the sunset has fallen into it, staining it with the desolation of passing water.

Lu Qiong, Ning Qiang, and Lin Rendong left one after another.

In this Qingliu Pavilion, only Lu Jiang, maid Xue Liu, Lu Jing and Qing Yue were left.

Outside Qingliu Pavilion, there was Lu Jiang's attendant waiting in the distance.

Lu Jiang was still sitting on the stone bench with his golden sword.

He has a broad build and a very upright appearance, and there is not much gloominess in his strong face.

Both Lu Jing and Lu Jiang were silent.

But Lu Jiang still had a bit of curiosity in his eyes: "I didn't expect you to have another skill."

Lu Jing smiled and said, "I disappoint my fifth cousin."

Lu Jiang shook his head: "In today's great war, you have neither fame nor cultivation. How can you stand out with only your calligraphy skills?

So I am not disappointed, but what surprises me is that you actually have some integrity and dare to refute me repeatedly?"

Lu Jing was still sitting opposite Lu Jiang, and slowly picked up the tea cup on the stone table: "Fifth cousin, since I have practiced martial arts, I naturally want to have a clear idea. If I don't cultivate my mind and have a smooth breath, I will not be able to master martial arts."

To me they are like mountains, insurmountable and unclimbable."

Having said this, Lu Jing drank all the tea in the cup.

"Fifth cousin invited me here today because he wanted to humiliate me in front of others and make me feel depressed and uneasy. Now that I know it, I naturally want to protect myself."

There was a hint of admiration in Lu Jiang's eyes: "To practice martial arts, you really need to cultivate a sharp spirit, to break through the edge when you see it, and to overcome the difficulty when you are in trouble. Lu Jing, you are right."

"It's just that I didn't mean to hit you just now. You are more than sixteen years old, and it is already extremely difficult to build your bones."

"On the day Mr. Snow Tiger arrived, I heard the sound of your bones ringing. I must have practiced hard for many days to reach this state.

But if you want to go further, it will be extremely difficult."

As Lu Jiang spoke, he slowly stood up.

"Lu Jing, as you just said, when practicing martial arts, what you practice is to understand one thought.

If the thoughts are not clear, the Qi and blood will not flow smoothly, and the cultivation level will not be able to advance!"

"You just said that with Nanfu here, Mrs. Ning will not impose too severe punishment on you, so if I want to make my thoughts clear, I can only do it myself..."

Lu Jiang's eyes suddenly became extremely cold: "You are just the son of a sailor girl. I want to vent my anger, but you can't refute, so I invited you here today!"

He put his hands behind his back and walked step by step outside Qingliu Pavilion.

And his voice slowly came again: "When you are disabled, when my thoughts are clear, I will naturally take care of your remaining body so that you will not starve to death..."

Lu Jiang and Xue Liu walked away gradually.

Qing Yue stood behind Lu Jing, feeling a little timid after hearing Lu Jiang's cold words.

Lu Jing's expression remained unchanged as he watched Lu Jiang leave.

Then... Lu Jing's eyes fell on Lu Jiang's attendant in the distance.

This attendant is the silent young man who came over just now...

Zhang Yuan.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan was still walking step by step, walking on the only way to Qingliu Pavilion.

There was a bit of apology in his eyes.

He also murmured to himself: "Please forgive me, Master Jing. My life belongs to Master Jiang, and the children of my family are also taken care of by Master Jiang..."

"When Master Jing is deposed, I will commit suicide to apologize."

Lu Jing tilted his head slightly, with a look of approval in his eyes.

"You are a loyal and loyal man. I believe you committed suicide not to apologize to me, but to take full responsibility for your crime and prevent it from affecting Lu Jiang."

A trace of guilt flashed in Zhang Yuan's eyes, but he still came forward with firm steps.

"We, the humble people, will deserve to die if we die for a noble man like Master Jiang!"

Lu Jing, who was still sitting on the stone bench, took another sip of tea before standing up.

For a moment, a burning cold light bloomed in his eyes.

His body was like a pine tree, his bones were snapping, and there was no fear in his eyes.

"The practice of martial arts is not only to cultivate the idea of ​​understanding, but also to cultivate the spirit of fearlessness..."

"Lu Jiang wants to destroy me?"
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