Chapter 193 Mr. Four's Sword Bone, Sword Qi, Divine Fire
The thirteenth day of the first lunar month.
A few wisps of spring breeze have arrived, and everything in the world is showing signs of recovery.
But the weather is still cold, especially in the early morning. The spring breeze blows like a biting knife, even better than the winter wind and frost.
In such weather, an old man rode an ox cart to the library.
The driver was wearing a short jacket, with a dark face and strong hands and feet. From a distance, he looked like a strong man who had just finished harvesting the land.
This strong man drove an ox cart and entered the library. When the scholars in the library saw the white cow with white hair and two white horns on its head, they already guessed who the visitor was, and they didn't know.
He stepped forward to make trouble, but he just saluted the driver from a distance.
The old man in the car went all the way to the second floor and then entered the self-cultivation tower.
With the support of the strong man, I climbed to the fifth floor of the Slimming Tower.
"It's too high here. When I was young, I was very fond of climbing. Now that I'm older, just climbing five floors makes me breathless."
This old man was none other than Jiang Baishi, the chief minister of the dynasty.
Jiang Baishi was sitting in front of the window on the fifth floor of the Self-cultivation Tower. Mr. Guanqi sat opposite him and poured tea for him.
"Human life is short and insignificant. A mere hundred years pass by in a blink of an eye. There are only a few people who can survive thunder tribulations with their souls, build a heavenly mansion in their mortal body, and live for three hundred years."
Jiang Baishi sighed like this, but there was no nostalgia or envy in his eyes: "But compared to most people, I am already over a hundred years old and have seen everything in the world. Sometimes I wake up at night, always feeling a little disgusted in my heart. I think if I can
If I just close my eyes, the world's affairs will have nothing to do with me, so I don't have to worry too much in my old age."
Mr. Guanqi thought for a while, then comforted Jiang Baishi and said: "Jiang Shoufu, there are always heavy things in the world, and there are always easy things.
But for many reasons, there are far fewer easy things than heavy things in the world today.
When you look at the importance of the world all your life, your heart will inevitably feel tired.
Maybe one day, there will be a lot less bitter things in this world, and by then, you may be willing to live a few more years."
Jiang Baishi was silent for a while, shook his head and said, "It's difficult."
He only said one word and slowly closed his eyes.
The strong man driving the car on the side saw Jiang Baishi at this moment, and a flash of worry flashed in his eyes.
Jiang Baishi sat in front of the desk, his head drooped and his eyes closed. The original power in his thin and short body seemed to have disappeared, and he looked like an ordinary old man.
Mr. Guanqi also stopped talking and moved very lightly when pouring tea, not wanting to disturb the rest of the old man in front of him.
In an instant, half an hour passed.
Jiang Baishi may have had a bad dream, his body trembled and his eyes opened instantly.
He took a deep breath: "I have been dreaming a lot, and the things I dream about are still disgusting things."
Jiang Baishi paused for a moment, and his eyes gradually darkened: "I dreamed that decades ago, the Huangtao River burst its banks, and the rolling water of the long river seemed to come from the sky. In just an instant, it flooded Beiluodao and Jiangnan.
road.
Vaguely, I saw a figure above the Huangtao River stirring up the storm and digging out the source of the spiritual tide."
Mr. Guanqi, who always had a kind face, his eyes became cold. He looked out the window and saw the beautiful scenery in the library, and said softly: "The spiritual tide broke out, and the immortals in the sky came down to earth to pick the fruits of the spiritual tide.
When the heavenly gate opens and the immortals fall into the mortal world, the price is extremely high. They can do it at any cost, but how can such mere disasters and the lives of hundreds of millions of people in this world come into their eyes?"
A gleam of light suddenly flashed in Jiang Baishi's old eyes. He looked at Mr. Guanqi and said, "So, sir, do you agree with the chess game I have laid out?"
Mr. Guanqi thought for a while and said frankly: "There are many strong people in the world, and they all have their own plans and ideas.
The library has always advocated tolerance of all things, so the first assistant has laid out a chess game and wants to invite immortals to join the game. This is naturally good.
It’s just that the general situation in the world is not yet peaceful, so rushing to kill the immortal may be counterproductive.”
After hearing Mr. Guanqi's point of view, the Chief Assistant also nodded seriously, and then sighed: "I also want to plan for hundreds of years to ensure that nothing goes wrong.
It's a pity that all mortal beings have their own destiny. My time is approaching and my bones will eventually be buried in the loess. Time... is no longer enough."
Mr. Guanqi looked at the old man in front of him, with some admiration in his eyes.
The old man was originally a long-term laborer in a wealthy gentry's family. Later, due to the amnesty, he was freed from his slave status and was able to study in Xuandu at the age of sixteen.
Later, he took the scientific examinations for many years and finally passed the Jinshi examination at the age of thirty. However, he never thought that the etiquette system of Taixuanjing was almost crazy. Just because Jiang Baishi's father's name had the word "jin" in it, the court used it as a taboo.
Jiang Baishi was deprived of his Jinshi status.
The old man had nowhere to realize his ambitions in life, and left Taixuanjing in despair.
He went back all the way, staying with the white bull, experiencing many storms, seeing the changes in the world, and knowing the suffering of the people.
Later, Mr. Shulou publicly criticized such strict etiquette, taking Jiang Baishi as an example, saying: "My father's name is Jin, so he cannot be a Jinshi. If my father's name is Ren, wouldn't he be a human being?"
With these words, Jiang Baishi regained hope, still led the white bull into Taixuanjing, won the number one scholar, and entered the court.
Now, decades have passed, and the down-and-out scholar who once traveled thousands of miles and read thousands of books is now holding a chess piece in his hand, leading Mingyu Jing in the sky into the game step by step.
This is also the reason why Mr. Guanqi admires the chief minister in front of him.
"I have wasted my life, but if I can really leave a spiritual wave for the people of the world, my life will not be in vain.
It’s just that… now we still lack a sword to kill immortals.”
Jiang Baishi's eyes gradually became solemn, and he said to Mr. Guanqi: "Sir, who among the world's heroes do you think can join our game and bring a new lease of life to the world?"
Mr. Guanqi was silent and did not answer.
Jiang Baishi asked again: "I wonder if Lu Jing can wield Mr. Fourth's sword?"
Mr. Guanqi remained silent, and a full dozen breaths passed before he spoke: "Lu Jing is still young, he is no more than seventeen years old. Although he has cultivated to the realm of divine fire, his combat power is even better than many at the same level.
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But if you want to kill an immortal, you must have the ambition to kill the immortal. If you are pushed onto the chessboard by others and become the puppet of the immortal, it will actually harm him."
At this point, Mr. Guanqi said with the same solemn tone: "Although Lu Jing is not my disciple, I brought him into the library, and I also feel that he has a unique temperament. I use my heart to write
Give it to him and make him write with heart.
And Lu Jing also gave me some hope, so I was willing to speak with my soul and no longer keep the precept of keeping my mouth shut.
He is the gentleman on the second floor of my library. He will soon move to the third floor. Maybe one day he will move to the fourth floor and wield the sword of the fourth teacher.
Jiang Shoufu, he is from my library, how can he become a puppet for no reason?"
Mr. Guanqi asked.
Jiang Baishi shook his head: "It's too early now. The Immortal Killer may not be Lu Jing... Luo Shangyan on Yuxing Island has also entered the eyes of the Holy Lord. Mr. Guanqi, entering this game is a great opportunity.
And since he can contribute to the world's living beings, with Lu Jing's character, he will always be willing to do so."
"His cultivation level is not strong now, but he has great talent. Maybe in a while, he will be able to reach the seventh realm like the Marquis of Zhongshan, and even become one of the few young people in the world.
Strong.
Before that, he will naturally go through a lot of trials, and he can only enter the game after he has truly gone through these many trials."
When Jiang Baishi said this, he paused and then continued: "Both the Seventh Prince, Shaozhu Guo, and Chu Guogong are not ordinary people.
The young man's journey has come this far, and he has been on the opposite side of many people, so let's see if Lu Jing can make it all the way to the end."
Mr. Guanqi gently waved his sleeves, his tone was rare and indifferent.
"Using the heaven and earth as a chessboard, it is natural to seize the foundation of the spiritual tide.
But in this way, how many lives will be sacrificed?
If things are accomplished, they are done; if things are not accomplished, the foundation of the world will be taken away."
"Besides... a young man shouldn't have to bear such important responsibilities."
Jiang Baishi did not continue to answer this time, but stood up shakily and walked down the self-cultivation tower.
"Everyone has his own ambitions, but for the general trend of the world, personal ambitions are sometimes not that important."
Jiang Baishi stepped onto the bullock cart, and the white bull that was grazing raised its head and looked at the Slimming Tower.
Mr. Guanqi was standing in front of the window, looking at the white bull.
The white bull nodded gently towards Mr. Guanqi, then dragged the car away.
Jiang Baishi sat on the bullock cart, opened the curtain, and said to the man driving the cart beside him: "Do you think Lu Jing can control the power of heaven and earth among the two treasures that control the wind and rain?"
The man grinned, turned around, pointed at the Slim Tower, and nodded.
"It seems that Mr. Guanqi feels from the bottom of his heart that Lu Jing has a promising future.
It’s just... there are still many catastrophes ahead of him, which Lu Jing needs to go through on his own, and I don’t know if he can get to that point."
"Kangren Chu, Lord Zhenwu Mountain, Baili Qingfeng, Dragon Lord Taichong."
"This is too Xuanjing, it's going to turn into a hodgepodge."
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In a bamboo forest in the library, Lu Jingzheng was sitting alone on the ground casually, spreading out the letter in his hand and reading it carefully.
"Brother Jing, I haven't seen you for several months. I wonder if you are okay?
I came to Taihao Que, put on my Taoist robe, and sat in the vast and deserted Taoist temple every day.
The food in the Taoist temple is brought by an endless stream of pilgrims. It is very rich, but not as delicious as the food in the library.
I have been studying the Three Thousand Taoist Scriptures all day long, but I feel that these Taoist Scriptures are not as good-looking as the books I read before.
I also often think of Brother Jing. Although Brother Jing and I have not been together for a long time, I have not had many friends in my life.
When I was a child, I lived in Taihao Palace. After I came to Taixuanjing, I stayed in the Dongwang Temple all the time. Later, I went to the library and could only study in the Cultivation Tower.
It was not until later that you came to the Self-cultivation Pagoda and talked to Brother Jing every day that it became much more interesting.
To this day, I still remember you taking me to Shihua Pavilion, and sometimes I wonder if I can go there again in this life.
It's just a pity...I have already put on the Taoist robe."
"The two teachers said that once I put on Taihao's Taoist robe, I will become Taihao walking in the human world. From then on, I cannot get married. I have to give up worldly thoughts and study Taoist scriptures all day long. Maybe I will achieve great achievements.
I used to read those picture books all day long, not because I was shameless, but because I felt that there should be a lot of fun in them, but they were too far away from me, and I felt a pity.
What I wrote today seems a bit trivial. I hope Brother Jing can come to Taihao Palace to see me if he has some free time. I am alone every day and really want to find someone to talk to."
"By the way, I have been corresponding with Miss Yanrou for a long time. I have no other intention. I just think that writing letters can make me more popular, so that I will not be put on a pedestal and become a statue..."
This is Chen Xuanwu's letter.
Chen Xuanwu and Lu Jing corresponded every month, and the letters didn't talk about big things, but just daily trivial matters.
But even so, because of this letter, Lu Jing could clearly understand that Chen Xuanwu, who was now in Taihao Palace, indeed regarded him as a good friend.
The relationship between people does not depend on the length of time, but on the word "sincerity".
Chen Xuanwu was sincere in his treatment of others. Every time he wrote to him, he would urgently invite Lu Jing to Taihao Palace. Every line of his words was filled with his cherishment of Lu Jing, his only friend.
"It seems that Brother Xuanwu is not willing to walk the world as Taihao Que."
Lu Jing looked down at the last line of words in his heart.
"I actually really want to travel to the prosperous places in the world, I really want to see the beauties in the world, I want to change my shy temperament, and speak to those beauties boldly."
See here.
Lu Jing then carefully folded the letter and placed it in the Yunkong Pattern.
He looked up at the sky. It was still early and he had already finished his homework.
A gust of breeze blew, and Lu Jing's mind moved slightly. In a very brief moment, the soul silently recited the incantation and formed the seal.
A breeze came, but it seemed to contain a lot of vitality. The vitality was like a sword, easily cutting through the real wind.
"The magical power of attracting wind."
Lu Jing's eyes flashed with light, and he became more and more satisfied with the fate of the enlightened person.
On the palm of his soul, a stream of vitality was condensing, communicating with the Wind-Calling Sword and the Rain-Calling Sword, and seemed to be connecting with the heaven and earth, drawing an extremely thick stream of vitality.
"It is much more difficult to borrow money from heaven, but we have achieved some success."
Lu Jing thought in his mind.
But there was a gust of wind and rain around his soul, and the vitality between heaven and earth continued to flow into his soul, and into the divine fire on his soul.
"What meta-mysterious code is this?"
Lu Jing was practicing in the bamboo forest when a voice suddenly came from behind him.
Lu Jing calmed down and turned around to look, only to see a tall man in green clothes with a beard sitting far away, asking.
What surprised Lu Jing even more was...
Not far away, in front of the man, there was a bonfire and a rabbit, which seemed to be grilling meat.
The bonfire was burning quite vigorously, and there were fat dripping from the rabbit meat. It had obviously been roasted for a long time.
But... Lu Jing sat here for half an hour without even noticing it.
"Your soul cultivation secret book is quite strange.
It seems very complicated, but every incantation and every seal is just right and coincides with the laws of heaven and earth. In addition, your talent is good, and the speed at which you refine your vitality and turn it into wind and rain is also worthy of praise."
While the man was grilling meat, he turned around and talked to Lu Jing.
"This practice technique is called the Sutra of Calling the Wind and Calling the Rain, and it was given by the Holy Lord of Taixuan Palace."
Lu Jing did not hide it, and all the prominent figures in Taixuanjing knew about it.
Practitioners who participated in the Yuan Shen Test and the Second Martial Arts Test in front of the palace have also meditated on the Sutra of Calling the Wind and Calling the Rain.
But the only one who got the essence of it was Lu Jing.
Even people like Xu Xingzhi and Nan Heyu can only get one of them, but never combine the two into one.
The man glanced at the Wind-Calling Sword and Rain-Calling Sword at Lu Jing's waist, and a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes.
He thought for a moment, picked up the roasted rabbit, came to Lu Jing, tore off a large piece of rabbit meat and handed it to Lu Jing.
"You must remember Mr. Guanqi."
The two of them sat casually, and while the rugged man was eating rabbit meat, he said vaguely to Lu Jing: "Mr. Guanqi has a lot of intentions for you, and he also hopes that you will be able to ride on the dragon and fly to the sky in the future.
For decades, he has been sitting in the tower of self-cultivation, silently doing many things and living many lives.
If he will eventually leave in the future, you must not forget him."
These words made Lu Jing a little stunned, and then he frowned and asked, "I wonder who the senior is?"
The man shook his head and said, "I am a good friend of Mr. Guanqi. I came to this library to see him."
The man didn't answer, and Lu Jing didn't ask any more questions, but there was some worry hidden in his heart.
"Don't forget Mr. Guanqi? Mr. Guanqi is in Xuandu now, and I am also in Xuandu. I can see him every day..."
Lu Jing had many thoughts.
That rabbit was quickly eaten by the man.
Only then did Lu Jing discover that when the ashes were gone, the object on the skewer turned out to be an emerald jade stone. Looking from a distance, the light of the morning sun was still reflected on it.
"We have been separated for more than ten years. At that time, Mr. Guanqi was the most romantic and independent person in Dafu. He was dressed in white clothes. The most famous courtesans in Taixuan Jing all sang for him. May he be the southwest wind and live forever in your arms.
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Now he has a smile on his face, but there is no smile in his eyes. The misery in this world and the death of Mr. Fourth seem to have crushed him."
"And in Taixuanjing, once a person leaves, no one will miss him.
So in the future, if no one in Taixuanjing really remembers Mr. Guanqi, you should always remember him, after all, he has high hopes for you."
The man looked majestic and didn't look like a trivial person, but at the moment he was talking nonchalantly, not allowing Lu Jing to interrupt.
In the distant sky, clouds and mist accumulate, as if they are preparing for the last snow before the arrival of spring.
Lu Jing felt slightly uneasy after hearing the words of the mysterious man in front of him.
After the man finished eating the rabbit meat, he wiped the green jade staff in his hand, waved his hand gently, and left alone.
Lu Jing thought for a while, wrapped up the rabbit meat that he had not yet eaten, and went to the self-cultivation tower.
In the Self-cultivation Tower, Mr. Guanqi is reading.
When he saw Lu Jing coming, his eyes became softer: "Sit down."
Lu Jing smiled at Mr. Guanqi and said, "Sir, I met your friend on the road, and he gave me some rabbit meat, which is just right to go with the wine."
The two sat opposite each other and poured two glasses of sake.
There wasn't much rabbit meat, only the bones were left after a few bites per person.
Mr. Guanqi looked at Lu Jing who was actually pouring wine for him, and suddenly said: "Mr. Jiu said that your Fuguang Sword Qi rises from the east and can turn into Dong Jun, hanging in the air, shining all over the world, but I have never seen it.
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Lu Jing poured the wine very carefully, not a drop of water splashed on the table.
Hearing Mr. Guanqi's words, he put down the wine bottle and flicked his fingers.
In Mr. Guanqi's wine glass, a hot sword energy condensed and took shape. After a fleeting moment, it turned into Dong Jun and shone in the sky above the wine glass.
This small sword light has the power of a big sun. When the sword light is high, the wine in the wine glass is like a sea surface. Dongjun's sunlight shines down, almost boiling.
Mr. Guanqi looked at Fuguang and Dongjun, with a sudden look of determination in his eyes.
He introduced the boiling wine into his mouth in one gulp, and the scalding wine entered his throat, making him feel a little uncomfortable.
However, Mr. Qi's expression remained unchanged and he stood up.
"The sword energy of Fuguang has become a reality, you come with me."
Mr. Guanqi stood up and strode towards the stairs.
Today, Mr. Guanqi moves in a hurry, not as leisurely as before.
Lu Jing was a little surprised, but still stood up and followed Mr. Guanqi.
Mr. Guanqi walked down the Self-cultivation Tower, walked through a field full of flowers, passed through a bamboo forest, and finally came to a hill.
Lu Jing had been to those hills once before.
When he first entered the library, Mr. Guanqi brought him here and saw the tomb of Mr. Fourth.
The black sandalwood sword that Lu Jing carefully placed in the Yunkong pattern was obtained from this.
Today, Mr. Guanqi brings Lu Jing here again. The hills have become much more deserted. It is clear that the library is like spring all year round, with flowers blooming all the time and trees growing vigorously.
But this place is like a cold wind blowing in, causing the vegetation to wither.
"You asked me before if you could come and pay a visit before Mr. Fourth's tomb, but I never agreed."
Mr. Guanqi looked down at the rather shabby-looking tomb and said, "Actually, it's because the bones of Mr. Fourth are not in this tomb.
Buried inside is the incomplete sword bone of Mr. Fourth."
Lu Jing thought about it and asked, "Where did Mr. Fourth's bones go?"
Mr. Guanqi became indifferent and said: "Mr. Four once went to heaven, and some immortals in the sky hated Mr. Four. So Mr. Four died, and his bones were taken away by those immortals and sent to heaven."
Lu Jing frowned and remained silent.
But Mr. Guanqi shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter, Mr. Fourth is valued for his soul, his spirit, and his actions based on his true heart.
He once said when he was still alive that his body was of no value and as long as he left a sword bone, the immortals in the sky would never dare to forget him."
"And that sword bone is buried here... Lu Jing... can you sense anything from it?"
Lu Jing lowered his head and looked at the grave of Mr. Fourth.
That tomb was unremarkable, and there was no fluctuation of vitality in it, let alone any sword energy.
Just as Lu Jing was about to shake his head, he suddenly had an idea and thought of the ice peak on the Horned God Mountain.
That ice peak was once the place where Master Four practiced swordsmanship. There were many words engraved on the ice peak. It was in those words that seemed to record trivial daily life, but the lines were filled with the blood and tears of ordinary people that Lu Jing realized the power of the Fuguang Sword.
The sword energy comes out to support the light, and Dongjun hangs the scorching sun.
The strong sword light illuminates this human world. The Fuguang sword energy was born out of the human world sword energy, so it naturally has the same aura.
So Lu Jing reached out and took out the rain-calling sword from his waist.
The Rain Calling Sword was completely white. When Lu Jing placed his right hand on the Rain Calling Sword, a sharp sword light flashed away, making the Rain Calling Sword look even whiter.
And Lu Jing remembered the words Mr. Fourth had carved on the ice peak.
I remember Mr. Si saying that a fire would break out in the capital and burn down a common man’s shop...
I remember Mr. Si saying that this world is really boring. People who cry loudly on weekdays can only die in crying.
Those words represent the coldness of the world. To clear away the coldness, only bright light seems not enough.
"When you have light, you also need heat."
When Lu Jing was thinking about this, a figure of the Ming Dynasty King Yantian appeared faintly behind the soul.
At the same time, the wind-calling and rain-calling scriptures continue to operate.
The vitality turned into wind and rain, watering the divine fire in Lu Jing's soul.
The divine fire of the Ming Dynasty drew a stream of light and poured into the rain-calling sword in Lu Jing's hand.
Suddenly, the Rain Calling Sword shines brightly.
A sword light soared from it, shining high on the tomb.
Chi!
The look on Mr. Qi's side moved, and he keenly sensed that a soft sound came from the tomb.
"The sword bone, Mr. Fourth's divine fire, and the sword energy he has been brewing for his whole life."
Lu Jing took a deep breath and slowly saluted towards the tomb.
On this hilly area, except for Lu Jing's sword light, it seemed to be slightly bright.
Everything else was exactly as usual, the spring breeze fell into the hills and turned into cold wind, the grass and trees withered and turned yellow, and everything seemed to have lost its vitality.
Only Lu Jing's eyes at this moment were filled with admiration and regret.
"If Mr. Fourth is alive, he may be able to reach a higher level. Climbing Tianguan is not his limit."
Lu Jing thought in his mind.
Mr. Guanqi on the side looked at Lu Jing.
He could clearly see a few faint firelights flickering in this tomb, falling into Lu Jing Yuan Shen.
And there was only a sword bone and a sword energy left in the tomb.
Mr. Fourth's divine fire has disappeared without a trace.
Mr. Guanqi nodded slightly, patted Lu Jing's shoulder, and said: "Sword bones and sword energy are still some distance away from you. Let's go... I hope that next time you come here, you will be able to achieve great success in swordsmanship and use your own strength to do so."
The sword energy reflects the stars."
Lu Jing felt the burning breath in his soul and saluted to Mr. Fourth's tomb.
"You developed the Fuguang Sword Qi, recognized the Fourth Master's philosophy, and acquired the Mind-holding Pen. Now you are walking on the path of obtaining the Fourth Master's sword bones and sword Qi...
You are already considered Mr. Fourth’s disciple.”
As Mr. Guanqi said this, the two of them walked side by side, an elder and a young man, looking at the beautiful scenery of the library from a distance as they strolled away.
For many young people, having an elder who knows you, teaches you, and supports you on your journey is a great blessing.
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The Li family in Xuandu.
Li Wuhuang stood on a tall building and looked at Li Yushi's residence from a distance.
The man has died, and white lanterns and white cloths have been hung in the mansion. Only Li Yushi's pavilion remains as usual.
In front of Li Yushi, Li Wuhuang and Li Wuhuang were not very close. They had the same mother and the same mother, but the family relationship between the children of the big family was always a little weak.
But now that Li Yushi is dead, Li Wuhuang always thinks of the scene when he and Li Yushi were playing around in his childhood.
I even remembered that before my mother passed away, she called the two of them to the bed.
At that time, his mother felt that Master Li Yu was a boy and she should take care of Li Wuhuang, so she carefully told Master Li Yu to treat his sister well in the future. One day, when his sister gets married, he will become her sister's support.
Li Yushi was still young at that time, so he just nodded while crying, and took the initiative to hold Li Wuhuang's hand.
But Li Wuhuang didn't expect... that he was about to get married and would become the prince and concubine. He had promised to be the younger brother she relied on, but he was no longer there.
Because of this, Li Wuhuang's eyes were bloodshot, and his pale face looked colder.
"Brother..."
Li Wuhuang called softly.
In front of a small pond further away, Li Guanlong uncharacteristically rolled up his trousers and walked into the small pond.
A golden carp swung its tail and kept swimming beside him.
Li Guanlong stood in the water, his heavy energy seemed to have disappeared. He heard Li Wuhuang's call and turned to look.
Li Wuhuang gritted his teeth tightly and stared at him.
After a few breaths passed, Li Wuhuang said with strong hatred in his tone: "Brother, you are from Dafu Shaozhu Kingdom, and you are a famous and powerful person in the world.
I will become the prince and his concubine. The seventh prince has been in the palace for a long time, but people in the world dare not disrespect him.
But Lu Jing...he killed Rain Master."
Li Wuhuang's voice was extremely suppressed, and he was still breathing heavily when speaking.
Li Guanlong looked at Li Wuhuang at this time, frowned, and finally said: "Don't lose your composure."
Li Wuhuang was a little startled, but the sound of a mountain collapsing came to her ears, which made her instantly remember that the person speaking not far away was the head of the Li family, Li Guanlong, who once watched the old true dragon!
She lowered her head in a hurry, pursed her lips, but still had a stubborn look in her eyes.
Li Guanlong no longer looked at Li Wuhuang, he lowered his head and fished out the goldfish from the small pond.
The palm-sized goldfish's scales shone with sparkling light and fell into Li Guanlong's hands, still flapping its tail.
Li Guanlong's voice came leisurely at this moment: "Lu Jing will die eventually, you don't have to worry."
Li Wuhuang opened his mouth, but when he raised his head, he saw Li Guanlong gently tossing the goldfish upwards.
All of a sudden...
A burst of golden mist shone, and the goldfish was thrown into the void. In an instant, it became extremely large, and then turned into a shining golden dragon!
The golden dragon roars and roams in the vast Li Mansion.
The two dragon horns stirred the vitality, and the dragon scales seemed to be extremely hard.
"Lu Jing will die if he joins the game. If he doesn't join the game, just wait for him for a few more days."
Li Guanlong put his hands behind his back and said in a cold voice: "There is a type of people in Taixuanjing who always make mistakes.
For example, Guan Changsheng in the library.
For example, Nanfengmian in Nanguo Gongfu.
Or...that young leader Lu Jing!"
"Once you make a mistake, you will always pay the price with your life."
Li Guanlong's momentum was rumbling, and he slowly stretched out a finger.
The golden dragon that originally roared in the sky coiled its vast body, came from top to bottom, and dropped its huge dragon head in front of Li Guanlong.
Take the initiative to touch Li Guanlong's finger with the dragon's horn.
Li Wuhuang opened his mouth, a stern look flashed in his eyes.
The murderer should pay with his life.
What's more, the person Lu Jing killed was Master Li Yu from the Li family in Xuandu!
Anyone who kills a noble member of the Li family will definitely die.
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