If you can’t become a son-in-law, you have to be destined to become a saint. Chapter 159: I don't paint because of the sword spirit and spring thunder.
Chapter 159: I don't paint because of the sword spirit and spring thunder.
The man in Xuanjia spoke in a rather polite tone.
There was also a lot of reverence in his eyes, and he was quite polite when facing a young man like Lu Jing who had no official status.
Lu Jing looked him up and down, brushed off the dust on his body, and then walked into the courtyard.
"Come in." Lu Jing, who never refused anyone thousands of miles away, called the man in black armor to come in.
Qing Yue and Lu Jing were admitted to the hospital and were about to go for tea when Lu Jing waved his hand to her: "Don't bother, I don't think this guest wants to drink tea."
Qing Ming was stunned for a moment, and immediately went into his room without looking at the man in black armor.
Lu Jing was standing in the courtyard, playing with some flowers in the garden.
The Xuanjia man looked around at the small courtyard and chuckled: "With Mr. Lu Jing's reputation, this small courtyard has wronged him."
Lu Jing did not raise his head, but there was some curiosity in his tone: "What? The ancient prince ordered you to give me a palace?"
The Xuanjia man's cheeks were darkened and he looked quite calm. He shook his head and said: "If you are in Qi State, sir, it is okay if you want a palace, but this is Dafu Taixuanjing, a palace in Xuandu. Apart from a few princes who have opened palaces, there is only Taixuan Palace, which disappoints you sir."
"Although the palace has never been there, if Sir is willing, Fan Yuan can certainly make it happen."
The Xuanjia man's name is Fan Yuan. He has a reserved aura. Even if he is standing in front of Lu Jing, with Lu Jing's current cultivation level, he cannot sense Fan Yuan's cultivation level at all.
Both the soul and the energy and blood seemed to be silent in the darkness, without showing the slightest clue.
The more this happened, the more Lu Jing knew that Fan Yuan was in front of him, and his cultivation level was even stronger than that of Du Gui and Yu Hu who followed the ancient artifact in Qianhua Pavilion that day.
"Qi is indeed one of the most powerful countries today, except for Dafu and Northern Qin."
Lu Jing's thoughts flashed, but he shook his head slightly: "Although my small courtyard is small, I don't need to look at anyone's face when I live in it. Even if I plant a few flowers and plants myself, I can do it as I please. I don't need to give anyone to anyone." You don’t need to write for people to draw pictures.”
Fan Yuan naturally understood the meaning of Lu Jing's words.
The man in front of him, who must have a very high cultivation level, was very humble and saluted Lu Jing again: "Sir, what my prince wants is just a painting, why should you refuse?
If you draw a picture at will, Fan Yuan will give it to you, and you will leave a lot of treasures for your husband. My prince... will also become enlightened and will no longer be obsessed with this matter. Wouldn't it be better this way?"
When Fan Yuan spoke, he bowed respectfully, and there was no threat in his tone. Instead, his words were filled with requests.
Lu Jing raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Fan Yuan, and said, "I wonder if you have reached the seventh realm?"
Fan Yuan didn't know why Lu Jing asked, but he replied: "Fan Yuan can cultivate to the divine level."
Lu Jing sighed a little: "A monk in the spiritual realm is just doing this for a painting, so why do you do this?"
Fan Yuan straightened up, a smile appearing on his ordinary and dark face.
He shook his head and said: "Sir, you are still young and have been in Taixuan Capital for a long time. Naturally, you don't know how many heroes there are in this world.
Fan Yuan has seen a lot in his life. The seventh level of the Nine Realms of Cultivation is also the Divine Appearance and the Illuminating Star.
But in fact, starting from the sixth realm, even the same realm has its own highs and lows, and this is especially true for the seventh realm.
The gap between the first phase and the ninth phase is like an abyss, almost impossible to bridge.
And when you reach the seventh realm, if you want to take a step forward, although it is not as difficult as reaching the sky, it still requires many opportunities."
When Fan Yuan said this, he turned around and looked at the sky of Taixuanjing, with some emotion in his tone: "And this is Dafu. Taixuanjing is the most prosperous place in the world. Perhaps only the Mingyujing in the sky can be so prosperous."
Comparable to Xuan Jing.
There are countless powerful people hidden here, not to mention Dazhu Kingdom, Da Situ, Shaozhu Kingdom, the three princes, Zhongshan Marquis, Canglong Ruosi, Taixuan Dashi Ming and other figures, just those in the army.
The general is also stronger than me."
"Fan Yuan has traveled across several mountains and crossed several long rivers throughout his life, but he has also been hunted by others, and has seen the fierceness of battle formations. Because of this...I have learned the principle of being polite and respectful to others.
Fan Yuan
The black armor, coupled with the many murderous patterns branded on the black armor, looks quite sinister.
But his face and words are like a polite scholar who upholds the idea of justice, knows humility and etiquette.
After Lu Jing heard what he said, he picked off a few withered yellow snow bell flowers, nodded in agreement and said, "Maybe this is the reason why King Qi Yuan sent you to follow Gu Dazi to Taixuan Capital.
According to Lu Jing's idea, Gu Chenqi came to Taixuan Capital as a hostage, and naturally he had to be accompanied by a gentleman who knew etiquette and sense of reason, and always advised the ancient prince not to act too arrogantly.
Unexpectedly, Fan Yuan shook his head: "What you said, sir, is actually overthinking.
Whether it is my king or the prince who is born with madness and violence in his blood, they themselves can see this, not to mention me.
When the prince came to Taixuanjing this time, he came with courtesy and momentum. Even if he was a little more arrogant, it would be fine. The reason why I followed the prince was just because I was ostracized in the court and had to go forward.
Come to Taixuanjing."
Fan Yuan was straightforward in his words. After these words, even Lu Jing, who had been paying attention to the flowers in the courtyard, couldn't help but turn his head and look at him.
Seeing Lu Jing's interest, Fan Yuan added, "Sir, I just asked Fan Yuan to invite you. What do you think, sir?"
My prince has a paranoid personality and always achieves what he sets his sights on. Even if it is just a trivial matter in your eyes and mine, in his eyes it is considered a big deal.
Once he has an idea in his mind, he will try every means to achieve it. If he fails to achieve it, he will always act like a madman.
Sir, it's just a painting, so why bother with the pen and ink?
Fan Yuan opened his mouth like this and commented on his master, which was quite unkind.
Lu Jing still lowered his head, looking at the flowers and plants in the garden, and asked, "I once saw a story in a travel magazine.
It is said that the ancient prince practiced a mysterious skill called the Great Glazed Heavenly Wheel, and the weapon he held was called the Glazed Moon Wheel.
The name sounds quite elegant, but when this weapon was forged, the ancient prince once killed three thousand slaves as a sacrifice to the edge of the moon wheel. I wonder if this is the case?"
When Fan Yuan heard Lu Jing's question, he looked a little puzzled and replied: "Sir, he has read a lot of books, and he probably knows that the slaves of the Qi State are born as a lowly species and their status is extremely humble.
They are born like dead things and cannot be equal to humans. The prince killing slaves and worshiping the moon is not a big deal in our country of Qi.
"So that's it." Lu Jing understood and asked again: "I also saw that the ancient prince built a bone palace in the wasteland of Qi State in order to practice martial arts. This palace was all made of human bones, and there was also human skin in it.
Many of the things that were cast are quite sensational, I wonder if this is the case?"
Fan Yuan did not hesitate, and his expression did not change: "It is true."
Lu Jing's tone finally changed and he whispered: "Actually, I'm quite curious. It's widely rumored that the ancient prince built the Bone Palace for his martial arts practice, but I also heard that the bones of the Bone Palace were made from mortal bones.
I have some doubts in my heart. I don't understand that mortals don't cultivate souls or martial arts, so their souls and bodies are not so precious.
If you can master martial arts with a mortal body, the soul, the devil cultivators in the world, the demon cultivators may have killed all the mortals in the world, and most places in the world will be deserted, with bones like mountains."
"Fan Yuan, come and tell me, did the ancient prince kill people to practice martial arts, or for... his own evil mind?"
Fan Yuan's eyes fell on Lu Jing and he did not answer.
After a long time, Lu Jing spoke again: "I have read some books, and like many scholars, I don't want to associate with those who are evil...
Moreover, I also cultivated a sword energy and raised a spring thunder.
The sword energy is called Fuguang, and the spring thunder brews some vitality. The world practices one path. Some people simply practice martial arts and spirituality, but there are also people who practice one breath of nature."
"I don't want to see the torture and killing of ordinary people in my heart. I also feel that those who are also born in the womb of parents should not be skinned and cramped, and their bodies should be used to build walls and roads. If they are not allowed to die, they will not be able to live in peace."
"Because of this, if I were to paint for the prince, the Fuguang Sword Qi I cultivated would no longer be sharp or even shine.
And the spring thunder that contains some vitality probably won't
It will roar, sir... please come back.
"Lu Jing stood up and finally looked directly at Fan Yuan.
Fan Yuan stood in front of Lu Jing, frowning slightly, with a look of distress in his eyes.
He also looked at Lu Jing with some regret: "It seems that sir has some dislike for my master in his heart.
So much so that painting for him spares your anger...
But Fan Yuan still wants to persuade Sir, although my master is a little crazy, he can still hold a high position. Even if he enters Taixuanjing as a hostage, as long as Dafu and Northern Qin are in a stalemate, as long as Daqi is in a stalemate
If King Qi Yuan is in charge, then my master in Taixuan Jing will be equal to having the grace to avoid death!"
"Even if he kills some unfavored princes, at this moment, Dafu will only put him under house arrest. Even if he wants to settle the score, he will only wait until the victory is decided with Northern Qin.
Mr. Lu Jing, please think carefully. He...is often reckless when he is crazy, and you can actually avoid all of this by just drawing a picture.
Fan Yuan said this, but a smile appeared on Lu Jing's face. He took a serious look at Fan Yuan, and then said: "You... you probably underestimated Lord Fu Sheng."
Lu Jing's tone was a bit solemn: "I have been born in Taixuan Jing for many years. There are many powerful men in Taixuan Jing. Even King Chong'an who held a scorching sun in his hand when he was in his prime, even Yuan Yuan."
Su Houcang of Dazhu Kingdom, who is as divine as a god in heaven, and even several gentlemen in the library mentioned Dafu and worshiped the heavenly emperor without the slightest disrespect."
"Although the ancient artifact is important, if he dares to kill the prince and offend the majesty of Emperor Chongtian, he will die without a burial place in just a moment... Fan Yuan, please remember these words, if the ancient artifact appears in the future
If crazy Lian comes, you can also use these words to persuade him.
Fan Yuan's brows furrowed further. He stood there, thought for a long time, and then remembered the great reputation of Dafu Chongtian Emperor. Then he nodded slowly, and then shook his head.
"But... Mr. Lu Jing, you are not the Prince of Dafu, but my master is the real Prince of Qi."
Lu Jinghun didn't care: "I don't want to paint for him, that's what I think in my heart, and the Fuguang Sword Qi and Chun Lei I have developed are also unwilling. That's all. Please come back."
Fan Yuan listened to Lu Jing's relaxed words, lowered his head and thought for a while, then asked curiously: "Sir, can I see your Fuguang Sword Qi and hear your Spring Thunder?"
Lu Jing frowned and gave Fan Yuan a strange look.
Fan Yuan realized that his request was indeed a bit presumptuous, so he shook his head and said with a smile: "Sir, since I am in Taixuan Jing, if I am lucky enough, I can always see it, but there is no need to rush."
If it's a painting by an ordinary person, it doesn't matter if you don't want it. I will naturally find some celebrities and imitate it by learning the pen and ink.
It's just that Mr. Lu Jing's paintings are a bit special. They create strange phenomena and are truly magical. Others can't imitate them. In this case... Fan Yuan resigned.
Fan Yuan no longer hesitated when he spoke, turned around and walked out.
After taking a few steps, Fan Yuan turned his head again: "Sir, I have some admiration for the young man who raised the sword. Today you and I treat each other with courtesy, but I am a minister of Qi State and a close minister of the crown prince! In his position, I will seek for him.
Maybe next time we meet, if the prince gives orders, I will take action against you, sir, and we are enemies."
Lu Jing nodded slightly, knowing that Fan Yuan was a straightforward person.
Fan Yuan left at this point, while Lu Jing was still taking care of the flowers and plants in the courtyard.
At this time, Pei Yingui stood in front of the white plum blossoms. A breeze blew by her ears, bringing the farewell words of Lu Jing and Fan Yuan, and the sound of Fan Yuan's leaving footsteps.
Pei Yingui naturally listened to what Lu Jing said just now.
Pei Yingui's face was still a little unnatural, perhaps because she felt a little guilty about eavesdropping on her friend Lu Jing's conversation.
But at the same time, the words Lu Jing said when he rejected Fan Yuan reappeared in his mind.
"Mr. Lu Jing does have persistence in his heart... Perhaps it is because of this that he was able to develop the sword energy to kill demons... Practitioners who want to climb to high places and practice hard will naturally not do it. If you have persistence in your heart, your spirit
And cultivate your integrity, so that you can see the scenery from high places."
Pei Yingui thought of this, and then thought of his crazy and honest brother.
She suddenly remembered that in the deep cold palace
, those heads arrayed in front of the garden.
And these heads are nothing more than "weeds" cut by the ancient ware when he was bored and used to test whether the knife was sharp or not.
"Mr. Lu Jing has ever met Gu Chenqi?"
The cold light in Pei Yingui's eyes grew stronger, and then there was more worry in his heart.
"Gu Chenqi is already crazy. His paranoia and evil thoughts are like a demon devouring him. He wants Mr. Lu Jing's paintings. If he doesn't get what he wants, he will only become more and more crazy..."
Pei Yingui thought for a moment, then looked into her hands, and a moonlit bow appeared in her hand. It was the Guanghan Palace that Pei Yingui had brought with her since she was a child.
The same moon-white light rippled in Guanghan Palace in her hands, with ripples flashing and many rays of light swirling in purple.
She thought about it and without any hesitation, she raised her left hand and put it to her mouth.
Bite down...
A drop of blood appeared on her fingertips, and then dripped on Guanghan Palace.
Guanghan Palace suddenly burst into light.
Pei Yingui turned his head and looked at the couplet placed not far away.
"This peaceful place is my hometown..."
"Mr. Lu Jing wants to repay his kindness, but I have already told him through Han Cai's mouth that he should not forget this matter from that day on. I do not ask for anything in return.
Now I have to ask Mr. Lu Jing to teach me how to read, so..."
Pei Yingui was thinking a lot, his eyes were a little confused, but his movements were smooth and smooth, without any hesitation.
I saw her holding Guanghan Palace open, and the drop of essence and blood that fell on Guanghan Palace was completely submerged in the bow and disappeared.
As the bowstring was slowly pulled apart, a light arrow with some moonlight and some blood in it slowly appeared.
Pei Yin's blood flowed, and he fell into the light arrow silently.
For a while, the light arrow did not shine brightly, but became more and more dimmer, until it was invisible.
Pei Yingui let go of the bow string, and the invisible arrow flew silently into the air of Lu Jing's courtyard, and disappeared equally silently.
From beginning to end, Lu Jing, who was still playing with the flowers and plants in the courtyard, never noticed anything.
Pei Yingui shot an arrow, flicked her wrist, and Guanghan Palace turned into a stream of light and flew into the ring on her right hand.
The woman in white looked pale, her eyes were dull, and her face was full of fatigue.
"This is a thank you gift, and it can also be regarded as an apology... In any case, it is not good to eavesdrop on Mr. Lu Jing's words."
Pei Yingui talked to himself, as if he was trying to convince himself.
But she seemed to have forgotten that in her original plan, Lu Jing taught her writing and taught her to practice the magical powers in the ancient books. In this way, Lu Jing naturally learned the magical powers in the ancient books, which in itself was a kind of gratitude.
Many things in the world are like this. Under the entanglement, there are always some extra ways.
These roads may be overgrown with weeds, or they may be paths that have been trodden inadvertently.
But when spring is approaching and the rain falls, many flowers will bloom unexpectedly on both sides of the road.
Lu Jing had no idea what his neighbor Pei Yingui had done.
He chatted with Qing Yue for a while, then went out again, went to Yanglu Street to buy a few bottles of Yanglu sake, and then made a special trip to the east of the city to buy some braised beef.
He carried the pot and beef and left the city.
A sword light surged, and the black sandalwood sword appeared at Lu Jing's feet.
Lu Jingyuan's heart was moved, and Mu Jian took him all the way towards Jiao Shen Mountain.
Jiao Shen Mountain is actually a continuous mountain range with undulating mountains and many towering peaks.
When Lu Jing rode his sword to the Horned Mountain, he naturally wanted to go to the ice peak.
"The new year is approaching, let's go see Mr. Four."
Lu Jing thought in his mind.
At this time, he is not only Mr. Shulou, but also wears a black sandalwood sword on his waist. His proud and powerful Fuguang Sword Qi also comes from the Fourth Master's Human Sword Qi.
And more importantly, the sword energy words carved by Mr. Fourth on the ice peak are often very painful.
In just a few words, he tells the difference between heaven and earth, and also tells the blood and tears of the mortal world.
If Lu Jing was originally born in Taixuan Jing, in a wealthy and hierarchical mansion, maybe he wouldn't have any unnecessary thoughts after reading Mr. Fourth's words.
, because his thoughts will be restricted here.
But the problem is... Lu Jing's soul comes from another world.
There were many bad things and shortcomings in that world, but for Lu Jing, it was still worth missing.
Although it could not be called a unified world, and there were many problems, big and small, where he lived, there would never be a lofty and superior person who built palaces with bones and flesh.
Lu Jing has seen better worlds than this one, so he always dislikes many things in this world.
Because of this, he had some respect for Mr. Fourth, who was born here and could have stood on the clouds and looked down at the world, but chose to look down at the blood and tears of mortals.
"It's much better than those people who write about the peaceful world and refuse to look down at the human world."
Lu Jing's mind was filled with thoughts, and he walked with his sword. In the blink of an eye, he passed by mountain peaks, passing many desolate or majestic scenes, and flew in front of those icy peaks.
These ice peaks have long been covered by heavy snow that never melts all year round.
Even in the scorching heat, Bingfeng still has white hair.
From a distance, there was nothing surprising about the ice peak on which Mr. Lu had carved words. But when Lu Jing came here today, he saw the figure of a woman.
Although there was some distance, Lu Jing's eyesight was enough to see at a glance that the woman was wearing a long, light-colored brocade dress embellished with silver threads.
Blue silk threads embroidered winding and smooth lotus fish on the fabric. If you look closely, they seem to be embroidered with rippling waves.
Her hair is long and she has a bun tied up in a bun. She has no other accessories and looks quite fresh.
And the woman's face is also very good, with light eyebrows, cherry lips that are not stained and red, and if you look closely, she is delicate but upright, with a brilliant temperament, and she is actually a little beautiful that cannot be compared to the fireworks of this world.
Lu Jing was a little surprised, not only did it fall on the woman's waist again.
There was a long, slender blue sword on the woman's waist. There was no sunlight at this time, and the scabbard of the long sword was also very simple.
But for some reason, Lu Jing's heart suddenly moved when he saw the blue sword.
At this moment, this virgin woman was standing in front of the ice peak, her eyes closed, wondering what she was thinking.
She must have realized something and was already in a trance. It wasn't until Lu Jing fell a hundred feet away that she opened her eyes and looked at Lu Jing.
Only then did Lu Jing remember that he had seen this woman.
He went to Wulong Street to give gifts to the Li family in Xuandu. When he walked out of Wulong Street, the woman and the star-holding general Ye Sheyu were standing on the branches of a locust tree that could almost block out the sky and the sun, looking at him.
At that time, Ye Sheyu came to talk to him, but he didn't ask any questions.
Now that I think about it, isn't the other person on the locust tree the woman on the ice peak here?
There was someone on the ice peak, and it was a woman. Lu Jing was not restrained.
The black sandalwood sword flashed with light and had landed in front of the ice peak.
With a sword on her waist and the ability to come to this inaccessible ice peak, the woman in front of her must be a practitioner.
Dafu female practitioners do not adhere to too many etiquette.
Moreover... Lu Jing discovered that the woman had not stood under the words of Mr. Fourth's sword energy at this time, and was not reading the notes left by Mr. Fourth.
Instead, he stood in front of his four lines of text.
In this way, it would not be considered an intrusion for Lu Jing to commemorate Mr. Fourth with wine and meat in front of Bingfeng.
...
Nan Heyu was a little flustered.
She has been coming to practice in front of Bingfeng almost every day for a long time.
Initially, it was to understand Mr. Fourth's sword energy, to make his sword skills sharper, and to prove himself.
Since Mr. Lu Jing can clearly understand the sword energy in this world, and she has a sword heart, if she works harder, she should gain something.
But then... Lu Jing was not far from the ice peak, using his sword energy to dominate the sky, and killed the great monk with a heavy sword.
Later, on Wulong Street, when faced with many surging generals, Lu Jing remained calm and made a special trip to the Li family in Xuandu to nourish his courage!
After that, Nan Heyu suddenly felt that it was not surprising that Mr. Lu Jing could understand Mr. Fourth's sword intention.
Compared to Lu Jing, my temperament is actually worse.
many.
With this thought, Nan Heyu actually let go of his obsession a lot.
But perhaps because he had been on the ice peak for a long time, Nan Heyu was more willing to come to this ice peak when practicing than to Nanguo Gongfu.
Bingfeng looks lonely, but in fact you can often see the sunset on the horizon, strange clouds in the sky, and occasionally the mist between the mountains, creating a celestial scene that is refreshing and refreshing.
In addition, there was no one to disturb him here, so Nan Heyu came here to practice every day.
A few days ago, Su Houcang of Dazhu Kingdom summoned her and told her something, which made Nan Heyu feel hesitant.
But today, when she saw the four lines of text written by Lu Jing in Mr. Fourth's notes, and recalled the words Lu Jing said that day at the end of Wulong Street, she seemed to have some realization, and she actually felt a little lost.
But I never thought...
While she was in trance, a figure that was quite familiar to her came towards her with a sword, and as soon as she reacted, she had already landed on the ice peak.
Changing his appearance and deliberately pretending to behave will no longer help.
Nan Heyu's eyes were surprisingly panicked.
But Lu Jing, who landed on the ice peak, saluted her as if nothing had happened and walked towards where Mr. Fourth was taking notes.
The long wind blew by, his white clothes were fluttering on his body, and he was holding a wine bottle in his hand, making him look like a wine fairy from heaven descending to earth. This chapter has been completed!