If you can’t become a son-in-law, you have to be destined to become a saint. Chapter 123 There are twenty cold mountains here, only the sword moves with silver light
Chapter 123 There are twenty cold mountains here, only the sword moves with silver light
The wooden sword rang softly, and the sword energy was so majestic that only Lu Jing, who was wearing a wooden sword at his waist, could sense it.
And the majestic sword energy disappeared and appeared, as if he was excited because of the three-eyed stone man in front of him.
Because of this, Lu Jing walked into the palm of this three-eyed stone man in full view of everyone.
The three-eyed stone man looked down at Lu Jing, and a strange thought suddenly fell into Lu Jing's mind like a stream of light.
"Mr. Zhuo Yaoluo..."
Lu Jing turned his head to think and said, "Zhuoyaoluo is your name?"
The three-eyed stone man nodded, and immediately within the body of the stone man, surging energy and blood surged, and a burst of innate air and blood rose up, unexpectedly connecting with the vitality in the void.
The next moment, I saw the three-eyed stone man leaping down and turning into a stream of light and flying away!
Lu Jing stood in the palm of the three-eyed stone man and felt a strong and powerful wind sweeping through him, making his body stagger a little.
Lu Jing immediately circulated his qi and blood. From the furnace in his body, qi and blood flowed out and fell into his limbs and bones. His body became heavier and heavier, and he stood firmly in Zhuo Yaoluo's palm.
This three-eyed stone man named Zhuo Yaoluo has a huge body and flies in the void supporting the scene.
Lu Jing could clearly see that clear springs were flowing out of Zhuo Yaoluo's dark and empty eyes.
Just like before, the three-eyed stone man was crying.
Lu Jing was a little confused, so he asked softly: "Where are you taking me?"
Zhuo Yaoluo glanced at Lu Jing, and then his eyes fell on the front.
A continuous high mountain stands here, and on the top of the mountain, there is snow that never melts all year round.
The mountains of Baekdou seem to be overlooking Taixuankyo in the distance.
"Jiao Shen Mountain..." Lu Jing also looked at the mountains in the distance.
The mountains correspond to the scorching sun, and the rays of light shine down, giving the mountains some magnificent colors.
Lu Jing thought for a while and said nothing.
The sword energy bursting out from the black sandalwood sword at his waist, the tears in Zhuo Yaoluo's eyes, and the nostalgic and ignorant "Sir" in Zhuo Yaoluo's mouth when he came to see him just now seemed to be telling Lu Jing that this
The three-eyed stone man doesn't have any ill intentions at all.
Perhaps, he recognized himself as Mr. Fourth.
"Mr. Four poured his flesh and blood into the statue of the three-eyed stone man, turning death into life. Now I am wearing a black sandalwood sword, and the wooden sword contains Mr. Four's sword energy. Perhaps because of this, this stone man will take me there.
In the Horned God Mountain."
"What else is there in the Horned God Mountain?"
Lu Jing thought like this.
The storm roared, and the vast city outline of Taixuanjing gradually became smaller, and then completely fell into Lu Jing's eyes.
Even though it is already early winter, looking at the human world from the sky.
The center of Taixuanjing is full of prosperity, scattered buildings and long roads.
Many well-dressed people travel on foot, on horseback, or in cars
The flow is endless and bustling and noisy.
But who knew that Zhuo Yaoluo continued to fly towards the outside of the city, and began to change as he got further away from the center of Xuandu City.
Thick crowds of people are working.
They either wandered the streets or alleys, struggled to carry the goods pouring into Taixuanjing from the entire Dafu Prefecture, or did other things to make a living.
Lu Jing was not surprised by these scenes.
Without the support of these small people, how could Taixuanjing be able to maintain its prosperity and prosperity?
Compared with other barren palaces, the vast majority of people in Taixuan Capital at least have something to do and earn a full meal.
Seen from the sky, countless ordinary people are probably the most ordinary pictures and scenery in the prosperous Taixuan Capital.
Lu Jing just looked down and watched Taixuanjing getting smaller and smaller, getting further and further away. He could vaguely see some very remote streets and alleys, and there were many people huddled and hiding, not knowing what they were doing.
Zhuo Yaoluo flew into the clouds and mist at an extremely fast speed.
In the blink of an eye, miles of void flew away.
"The body can be as big or small as it wants, and the weight of the blood can collapse the palace... This is the realm of the divine form, but I don't know what stage Zhuo Yaoluo, the stone man, has reached in his cultivation."
Lu Jing also had a lot of envy and yearning in his heart.
The realm of divine appearance is the seventh level of martial arts. Even in this great country, he is still a first-class strong man!
Nan Heyu wanted the soul to shine on the stars, and what he wanted was also the seventh realm of the soul.
This shows how powerful this mysterious three-eyed stone man is.
Zhuo Yaoluo soared into the void, his energy and blood bursting like the rising sun, shining fiercely, with the divine aura faintly shining brightly in it.
In just half an hour, Zhuo Yaoluo had already arrived at Jiao Shen Mountain.
The Jiao Shen Mountain stretches endlessly.
Lu Jing looked down and saw that the clouds and mist were lingering below. There were green mountains and green trees, like green swords piercing the sky, and many ice peaks and snow cliffs, like silver dragons flying all over the sky.
Zhuoyaoluo flew straight to a strange peak and cliff. There was also snow that never melted all year round, but you could see springs flowing and gurgling between the white snow.
What's even more valuable is that there are ancient cypress trees standing on both sides of the spring, growing with difficulty.
Zhuo Yaoluo landed on this mountain peak and his palm fell on the ground.
Lu Jing took off Zhuo Yaoluo's hand and his expression changed slightly.
But in front of Lu Jing's eyes, another mountain peak stood abruptly.
There are peaks on top of the mountains, and they are covered with ice.
It looked quite rugged and weird, but Lu Jing found that the surface of the mountain peak in front of him seemed a little too flat.
It was as if someone had cut it open with a sword, and the snow turned into ice, covering the surface of the mountain peak, making it extremely smooth and smooth.
"There are words on the ice of this mountain peak."
Many words were carved on the ice.
The words are not outstanding, they are all written in rough cursive, but the ink is filled with many free and easy meanings.
"And... the words on the ice seem to be carved with sword energy. Some people are practicing their swordsmanship here, or some people are expressing their thoughts freely."
Lu Jing glanced sideways at Zhuo Yaoluo.
Zhuo Yaoluo squatted behind Lu Jing, his huge body now like an aggrieved child, squatting, looking up at the words on the ice in a daze.
"These words are Mr. Fourth's words."
Lu Jing saw Zhuo Yaoluo's reaction and felt that the sword energy of the black sandalwood sword at his waist suddenly became more intense. He had already guessed the owner of the text.
"It's just that these words are rigid but also somewhat casual."
Lu Jing read from top to bottom, line by line.
Most of these words seem to be random records from daily life.
"There is wine today, but the Luo family's beef shop in the south of the city has closed. How can we practice swordsmanship with wine but no meat? Take a day off."
"I like to study, but I don't know much about it. I don't like to practice swordsmanship, but my teacher says that I am a rare swordsman genius. If I practice casually, I can open the door to heaven.
This is unfair to those Pure Yang Sword Immortals who have been practicing hard for three hundred years."
"Today I watched the sunset. I saw it falling into the starry field, and I saw the mountains and rivers in the world so prosperous. Then I realized that a mountain and river sword energy can cut down twenty peaks around it."
…
It seems to be a rather random record.
From top to bottom, the ice surface is almost covered with this kind of random sword energy writing.
"Mr. Fourth, you are quite casual."
Lu Jing said to himself.
At this moment, Zhuo Yaoluo, who had been squatting behind Lu Jing, suddenly raised his head, with blood gushing out from his body.
Just like the sun emerging behind Zhuo Yaoluo, blooming with brilliant divine light!
There were bursts of light blooming in Zhuo Yaoluo's eyes, falling behind a rock in the distance.
Lu Jing seemed to be aware of it and looked at the rocks.
"Don't get excited, I was here first."
Behind the rocks, a voice with a hint of laughter came. When Zhuo Yaoluo heard this voice, he became even more vigilant.
"Big Stone, if you take action, this mountain peak will not be saved."
The voice came leisurely, and a man in black with a long sword on his waist, a slender body and a free and easy smile on his face walked out slowly.
The man's eyes were soft and he was holding a bottle of wine and an oil paper bag in his hand.
The moment Lu Jing saw this man, his eyes changed.
He has seen this man...
Just before Yu Yu.
There used to be red clouds billowing at night, stars shining brightly in the east, and foggy clouds falling toward the west.
He was curious at the time, and when his soul left his body and rose up into the sky, he saw this man who seemed to be only twenty-seven or eighty-years-old carrying a body with broken arms and legs in one hand, and dragging a 23-year-old with the other hand.
A ten-foot-long giant whale walks in the sky.
The man in front of me was Nan Fengmian, who had been lurking in Shanyin in Northern Qin for more than twelve years, and once assassinated him, beheading Shanyin's Protector Yuelao.
That is, the sixth son of Duke Nan Lao, and the uncle of Nan Heyu.
Zhuo Yaoluo seemed to still be hesitant. The blood was so strong that even the snow on the mountain began to melt.
"The snow is melting."
Nan Fengmian reminded softly: "I have been here every day for many days, and you are the latecomers. Your names are not written on this mountain peak, so why do you need to fight?"
Nan Fengmian was talking, but there was no alertness in his eyes. Instead, he just sat in the snow and opened the oil paper bag in his hand.
"I've heard of you. You are the little stone next to Mr. Four."
Nan Fengmian said this, then looked at Lu Jing: "It's fate that we can meet on this mountain today. Come, I'll treat you to beef from the Luo family in the south of the city."
Zhuo Yaoluo seemed to be still hesitating, but the aura like the scorching sun on his body had already subsided.
Lu Jing thought for a while, took a few steps back, and gently patted Zhuo Yaoluo's huge stone hand.
"He has no ill intentions, and...if a fight really breaks out, the mountain will indeed collapse."
When Lu Jing said this, he paused and said calmly: "My cultivation level is still far behind now. If you get into a fight with him, I'm afraid I will be the one who gets hurt."
Zhuo Yaoluo obviously understood what Lu Jing said. He lowered his head and blinked at Lu Jing with the third eye on his forehead.
Immediately afterwards, all the blazing innate blood in his body was restrained.
He was still sitting on the snow, but his head was turned towards Nan Fengmian, staring at him motionless.
Even if there is no surge of Qi and blood, there is still a thought of vigilance.
Lu Jing smiled at Zhuo Yaoluo and walked to Nan Fengmian again.
Nan Fengmian pushed the oil paper bag on the snow and said, "Eat it quickly, it won't be good if it gets cold."
It can be seen that Nan Fengmian, who has stayed in Shanyin in Northern Qin for more than ten years, has also acquired some of the heroic spirit of Northern Qin's wealthy guests.
He speaks casually and does not have the restraints of a disciple of Taixuanjing Palace.
Nan Fengmian was so generous, so Lu Jing sat opposite Nan Fengmian.
"I can't give you this wine." Nan Fengmian shook his head and said, "I've already drunk it. You and I are strangers. It's okay to treat you to a few pieces of meat. Drinking a pot of wine with us is a bit too much."
Lu Jing opened his mouth, wanting to explain that he didn't want to drink his wine, but in the end he said no more.
Without much hesitation, he reached out and picked up a piece of beef and put it into his mouth.
Beef meat mouth.
Dry, firewood, and a lot of salt.
Lu Jing frowned, the beef was so unpalatable.
Seeing his expression, Nan Fengmian seemed a little confused and ate a piece of beef.
"Bah, bah, bah!"
Nan Fengmian's reaction was even more exaggerated than Lu Jing's. He spat out the beef in his mouth and cursed: "Mr. Four has done a lot of harm to people. I thought the beef would be so delicious that he would miss him so much. I didn't expect it to be so delicious."
Unpalatable."
Lu Jing also asked, "Didn't you buy something wrong? It's the store owned by the Luo family in the south of the city."
Nan Fengmian shook his head and said: "I didn't buy it wrong, but... I heard that the Luo family and his wife died a few years ago, and the beef shop was burned down. I don't know who caused it.
Now the shop was built on ashes and ruins, and is run by their nephew, perhaps because their nephew's craftsmanship has not been truly passed down."
Only then did Lu Jing understand. He looked at Nan Fengmian's wine again.
Nan Fengmian glanced at him warily.
Lu Jing said helplessly: "I just want to ask if this wine is the wine mentioned in Mr. Fourth's notes?"
Nan Fengmian opened the wine jar, took a sip, and sighed: "It is said that the wine Mr. Fourth drank was stolen from the palace. The wine I drank was given by the palace. The taste is probably the same."
Lu Jingding nodded, and the two of them sat like this, looking sideways at the words and ink on the ice wall.
Lu Jing had just read a few lines, and now he continued to read down.
As he watched, Lu Jing's eyes became solemn again.
Mr. Fourth's writing seemed quite casual at first, just recording these little bits of life and occasionally complaining.
But as Lu Jing's eyes moved downward, his free and easy attitude gradually became heavier.
"Someone died in poverty. Can a fire overnight burn away the aroma of beef?"
"Etiquette, etiquette! Is studying just for etiquette?"
"There is a great disaster from the sky on the Northwest Road. The fields are barren, the sky is full of yellow sand, and the Changsheng River bursts its banks. People change their sons and eat. Can etiquette help the disaster? Send such a sarcastic scholar who talks a lot to help the disaster!"
"Perhaps the reason why those who are suffering are suffering is because someone in heaven is looking down on them... No, it's not just heaven!"
"It's a pity that I can't read well and my writing is mediocre. I can't describe the world's hardships and describe the world's hardships!"
…
The lower the sword energy ink on the ice surface goes, the more it is filled with waves of murderous energy.
There is obviously no accumulation of sword energy in the pen and ink, and the writing and strokes are clumsy and difficult, not smooth, but there is still clear resentment and anger.
Lu Jing gradually fell silent.
At this time, he suddenly felt that the reason why Mr. Fourth vomited blood and died might have something to do with these sword energy writings.
Nan Fengmian was also looking at the pen and ink.
He may have seen this before, his eyes were calm and steady, and there was no obvious change.
"Few people in Xuandu know that this was once the place where Mr. Fourth practiced sword practice in seclusion."
Nan Fengmian turned to look at Zhuo Yaoluo and said, "This stone man can bring you here. You must be a disciple of the library, right?"
Lu Jing shook his head and said, "I am Mr. Shulou, teaching at Hanmo Academy."
Nan Fengmian looked him up and down suspiciously: "How old are you, Mr. Library?"
Lu Jing frowned: "When you were sixteen or seventeen years old, you could go to Northern Qin alone and lie dormant for twelve years to assassinate the Protector of Shanyin. I am sixteen or seventeen years old now, why can't I be Mr. Library?"
A smile appeared on Nan Fengmian's face, and he nodded: "Yes, I am indeed famous."
Lu Jing was a little surprised by Nan Fengmian's reaction.
Among these many words, I only heard the meaning of "famous".
"We met by chance, you know my name, but I still don't know who you are."
Nan Fengmian asked with a smile: "You are already Mr. Shulou at such a young age, and this stone man sent you to Mr. Fourth's sword practice place. I am a little curious about which house you are a disciple of."
Lu Jing said: "My name is Lu Jing."
"Lu Jing?" Nan Fengmian tilted his head, with some surprise on his face: "Are you the Lu Jing who wants to marry He Yu?"
"In this case, we will be a family from now on..."
Lu Jing became more and more confused and asked, "Senior, don't you know that my engagement with Nan Heyu has been terminated long ago?"
The smile on Nan Fengmian's face faded slightly, and there was still a look of embarrassment in his eyes.
"The engagement is over? When?" Nan Fengmian gave a forced smile: "I have been in this Horned Mountain for many days. Occasionally I go back to get some wine and buy some meat, but I have never met anyone. The news is somewhat delayed.
Already."
"But are you divorced by He Yu?"
When Nan Fengmian said this, he smiled apologetically at Lu Jing and comforted: "Actually, it's not good to marry into the family. My niece also has a cold temper. Although she has top cultivation talent, some ambitions, and a good temper, she doesn't treat others well.
And, if she writes a letter of divorce, don’t blame her..."
"It's not a divorce letter, but the engagement was terminated due to other matters."
Lu Jing smiled casually: "She and I have never met. This marriage was originally arranged by the family. Now the birds and the fish have different paths. They just go their own ways."
Nan Fengmian still had some doubts in his heart, but he didn't ask any more questions.
"Mr. Fourth has been trapped in poverty for half his life, but he has achieved great success in swordsmanship in his middle age. He has entered the heavens and traveled around the world."
Perhaps Nan Fengmian wanted to change the subject, so he took the initiative to look at Bingfeng and said, "I didn't get to know him when I was young. Later, I traveled to Dafu, and then entered Northern Qin from the border. After seeing the human world for twelve years, I became more and more aware of it.
Mr. Fourth is rare in the world."
"In Jian Qi's pen and ink, he left a note that he was not good at reading. He never preached or taught in his life. He once said that he was unworthy of the title of Fourth Master.
But I think he is a real scholar."
Nan Fengmian's tone was filled with emotion as he looked up and down at the notes.
Lu Jing listened to Nan Fengmian's words and didn't say much. He only felt that there was indeed a lot of blood and tears in Mr. Fourth's writing.
Those blood and tears did not belong to him, the superior Fourth Master with a masterful swordsmanship, but to the many people in the world who had been displaced, trapped in poverty, and suffered from hunger all their lives.
He used his sword to carve so many blood and tears on this ice peak, which is enough to show how extraordinary he is.
If Mr. Fourth is willing, the world's luxury, prosperity and power will be at his fingertips. He only needs to hold his head high and look at the prosperity and prosperity of the world, and he will naturally get the pleasure from it. Why should he lower his head and dirty himself with the blood and tears of mortals?
s eyes?
Although Lu Jing didn't understand Mr. Fourth's ambitions, and he didn't think he was the same as Mr. Four, but with such an ancestor in front of him, he was naturally willing to show some respect.
Lu Jing was thinking this, and when his eyes moved slightly, he saw Nan Fengmian who was speaking was looking straight at the ice wall.
The look also revealed reverence and many deeper things...
Lu Jing didn't understand those things at this time, so he ignored them without taking them seriously.
The two of them sat like this, reading the words on the ice peak together.
After a long time.
Nan Fengmian slowly closed his eyes, opened them again, and asked Lu Jing curiously: "Can you tell there is something else in this sword energy pen and ink?"
"something else?"
Lu Jing read it carefully for a long time, but felt that there was nothing more profound in these lines of text.
When Nan Fengmian saw Lu Jing's expression, he suddenly smiled, shook his head and said, "I can't tell, but what can be seen in Taixuan Jing is probably very few.
I have been in a daze for many days, and I actually think that a young gentleman can see through things that I cannot see."
Lu Jing looked at Nan Fengmian.
Nan Fengmian noticed Lu Jing's expression, looked around again, and whispered: "You and I are destined to meet each other. Let me tell you, don't tell those utilitarians at will. It is said that the words on the ice peak are mixed with
Mr. Fourth’s sword energy is said to be the enlightenment he gained from entering the Heaven Pass. I admire Mr. Four and also wanted to see the sword energy in heaven, so I meditated here for a long time, but I got nothing.”
"I also brought He Yu here, hoping to use her Feathered Sword Heart to gain some understanding, but she gained nothing.
Lu Jing, do you know any other geniuses who are extremely talented in swordsmanship? You can also bring him to see him. If you get anything from him, I don’t ask for anything else. I will be satisfied just to see the sword energy in the sky."
Nan Fengmian's eyes were filled with longing and hope.
It seems that he is quite yearning for the so-called Tianguan Sword Qi.
Lu Jing thought carefully, shook his head and said, "I don't know other swordsman geniuses."
"Since Nan Heyu can't comprehend it, maybe there is no Tianguan Sword Qi in it."
Nan Fengmian took a long breath, stood up slowly, and said: "I know a few talented people outside Taixuanjing, but they are not willing to come to Taixuanjing. It is a pity."
"In that case, let's just say goodbye."
He patted the snow on his body, bent down again, and carefully wrapped the beef.
"We are used to eating good food, so we can't eat these. But there are countless people in Xuandu who can't eat meat. Putting it here is too wasteful, and it will tarnish Mr. Fourth's reputation."
Nan Fengmian said this and waved to Lu Jing again.
A flash of red clouds came, Nan Fengmian stepped on the red clouds and slowly left.
Lu Jing saw Nan Fengmian leaving and looked at the pen and ink carefully.
The writing and ink are filled with a murderous spirit and a desire for change, and the characters become sharper and sharper at every turn.
Lu Jing blinked and suddenly remembered what the prince had said to him that day.
"The pen and ink turn into the spirit of the sword, and the sharp edge turns into the intention of the sword..."
Lu Jing suddenly had an idea in his mind.
He stood up, walked to a blank ice wall with no writing left on it, and drew out the black sandalwood sword!
He turned his head sideways, and a lot of the murderous, sharp, and transformative energy in Mr. Fourth's words flowed into his mind.
Lu Jing suddenly thought of the dead woman in the quiet alley that night, as well as the hurried children, of many things in the Lu family, and of the difficult days with his mother in his memory.
The places where Mr. Fourth's writing and ink stick, the turning points, and the abrupt ends also fell into his eyes.
The blood and tears of those little people seemed to be reflected in his eyes.
"Fire, disaster, people change their sons and eat..."
"Heaven, the human world, people who look down on all living beings..."
Lu Jing seemed to have some realization, and many feelings came to him one after another.
"The sword energy in this is not the sword energy from heaven."
While Lu Jing was thinking, a sentence came to mind.
So he took a deep breath, and in the black sandalwood sword in his hand, Mr. Fourth's residual sword energy also revived at this moment, poured into Lu Jing's palm, and then flowed to the black sandalwood sword again!
Lu Jing held his sword like a pen, sword energy spurted out, and wrote...
"In the midst of the enthusiasm of Hao Ge, I saw the cold; in the sky, I saw the earth!
See nothingness in all worldly eyes, be saved from hopelessness!"
…
Nan Fengmian was walking away under the red clouds, when suddenly he stopped.
He lowered his head and looked at the famous sword on his waist. The famous sword trembled and made a low sound again!
Nan Fengmian raised his head, his eyes filled with confusion.
After being stunned for a moment, he slowly turned around and looked at the ice peaks in the distance.
But I saw...
There are twenty cold mountains here, and only the sword energy moves the silver light.
The author is a little uncomfortable today and keeps coughing and can't stop, so I can only keep it safe and will continue to update tomorrow.