Chapter 204 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.
The white clouds in front of Kuangren Chu were rubbed by him, and they turned into a snowy Cangshan Mountain, a half-moon, and a pillow of breeze.
It was obvious that Kuangren Chu was waiting for Master Zhenwu here. When Master Zhenwu did not arrive, he slept on this cloud.
With the breeze as his pillow and the bright moon as his companion, the snow-laden Cangshan Mountain turned into his quilt.
This... is a practice unique to Kuangren Chu.
Then the white crane flapped its wings and flew into the white clouds.
The Cangshan Mountain, the bright moon, and the gentle breeze were all blown away by the wings of the white crane.
Kuangren Chu was sitting in the sky, not angry: "The mountain master is leaving now?"
The Lord of Zhenwu Mountain saluted Kuangren Chu and said, "It has been more than two months since I came down the mountain. If I don't go back, those monsters under Zhenwu Mountain will cause trouble in the world."
"Give up?" Chu Kuangren grinned and turned his head and said, "You came to Taixuanjing and looked at Lu Jing for such a long time. You were obviously very fond of him, but you gave up the idea of accepting him as your disciple just because of a hexagram?
"
Master Zhenwu smiled bitterly: "Wouldn't this be better? Lu Jing is a disciple of the library. If I accept him as a disciple, the gentlemen on the fourth floor may complain about the poor Taoist."
Chu Kuangren shook his head: "Bai Guanqi has no intention of accepting Lu Jing as his disciple. It doesn't matter if Lu Jing's magical talent is said to be peerless.
If Zhenwu Mountain can gain such a good disciple, Emperor Zhenwu will have one more person who truly walks in this world.
Mountain Master, are you not moved?"
The Lord of Zhenwu Mountain fell silent. It was not until the sun set over Qianshan Mountains and a ray of west wind came that he looked down at the blood stains on his body.
This blood stain was obtained by his divination.
This is Lord Zhenwu’s own blood.
"Lu Jing's talent really makes my heart beat. There are countless talented people like Lu Jing in the world on one finger."
Kuangren Chu took over what Master Zhenwu said: "However, there is only one peerless genius like Lu Jing who has no master."
Lord Zhenwu's face was filled with sadness, but there was no struggle in his eyes.
"Having said that, I have learned from the divination that Lu Jing has entered the chess game. If he inherits my Zhenwu Mountain and becomes the Zhenwu Emperor and walks around the world, if one day he becomes a sharp sword for killing immortals, I am afraid that the monsters under my Zhenwu Mountain will be able to escape.
Already."
The Lord of Zhenwu Mountain let out a long breath: "I can still live for a while, and I can still suppress it. Emperor Zhenwu has his own authority, and there may be another person who is qualified to become the Lord of the Mountain."
Chu Kuangren raised his brows slightly and said: "Emperor Chongtian and Dafu's chief assistant planned to kill the immortal. It started after the fall of Lutan and the spiritual tide was stolen, so the chess piece for killing the immortal was not Lu Jing.
Although the master of Zhenwu Mountain, Lu Jing, is extremely talented, he is still too young after all, and may not be able to possess the ability to kill the Heavenly Que Immortal when the spiritual tide arrives.
Don’t you want to take a gamble?”
The Chu people smiled and talked, and they were good at tempting.
Master Zhenwu shook his head: "I can't afford to gamble."
Kuangren Chu stopped laughing, shook his head and cursed: "What kind of situation can you become if you are as timid as a mouse?"
Lord Zhenwu is a monk with a seemingly peaceful personality. When Chu Kuangren scolded him, he frowned coldly and said mockingly: "You are the leader of the world's magical powers. You can see the world's magical powers at a glance, and you also hold the authority of heaven and earth.
The energy is at your command.
If you cherish your talent, why not accept that genius as your disciple?
With your guidance, maybe he won’t become a pawn for killing immortals, and he won’t become a sharp blade only used for killing immortals!”
Kuangren Chu snorted coldly: "You think I don't dare?"
Master Zhenwu smoothed his sleeves, puffed his beard and glared: "If you dare, just go and take it away, why would you stop me?
I don't dare, but I don't dare because of the monsters under Zhenwu Mountain. If I don't have shackles on my body, and I just guard the Taoism of Emperor Zhenwu, Madman Chu... Taoist priests also have tempers, and you are not the only madman in the world."
Kuangren Chu stood up and patted the gown on his body, as if patting away the contaminated white clouds.
He turned his head and looked at the three states of Chong'an and said: "I have been rampant in my life, and there are countless heroes in the world who want to take the head off my neck and use it as a cup for drinking wine.
And I still have to go to the appointment. I don't think I will lose, but I may die in Chong'an Sanzhou.
I am not afraid of Emperor Chongtian or their Immortal-killing chess game, but the Yellow Crane Tower incident made me aware... Once you are not alone, you must always consider the people who are traveling with you."
"If I accept him as my disciple, but die in the Three Prefectures of Chong'an, the original bumps in his path may turn into an abyss where he will fall to his death, which will actually harm him."
When Chu Kuangren said this, he gently waved the green jade staff in his hand and said: "Old Taoist priest, when I go to that appointment and when I return safely, I will definitely accept Lu Jing as my disciple.
Not for anything else, just to watch Mr. Chess."
"At that time, even if he already had other masters, I would snatch him from my knees."
Master Zhenwu touched the head of the white crane in front of him and said disapprovingly: "Can you survive under King Chong'an?"
"Moreover, Emperor Chongtian intends to train Lu Jing. Whether Lu Jing can survive until then is anyone's guess."
Chu Kuangren casually waved his hand and hit the green jade staff.
A gust of wind came and swept the white crane and the master of Zhenwu Mountain.
In just an instant, Bai He and Master Zhenwu disappeared.
"This old Taoist priest is really arrogant." Chu Kuangren cursed secretly, and the white clouds in the distance gathered and supported his body.
White clouds flowed past, heading towards Taixuanjing, until they reached the sky above the Nanguo Duke's Mansion.
In the Duke's Mansion of Nanguo, Lu Jing and Nan Feng were sitting in their sleep, drinking against each other.
Lu Jing's clear eyes were open, and he was different from the ordinary young man. At this time, his face was full of yearning, and he listened carefully to Nan Fengmian's words.
Nan Fengmian was talking about the strange people and strange things he encountered during his travels. Occasionally he would talk about some tragic things, and the two of them would always be silent for a while and drink a glass of wine.
"Practice hard and don't be lazy."
From time to time, Nan Fengmian would turn his head and scold Nan Xuehu, who was gritting his teeth and practicing his sword. This scene was very enjoyable.
In the distance, Nan Heyu's looming spirit is always watching here.
She always wondered why her sixth uncle, who seemed to have a free and easy temperament, but never interacted closely with others, and who seemed to have a mountain in his heart, liked Lu Jing so much.
On the white clouds, Kuangren Chu looked at young Lu Jing and young Nan Fengmian with a look of reminiscence in his eyes.
He thought of the scholars who traveled with him to the Yellow Crane Tower, Parrot Island, and even the whole world, and thought of the green onion pancakes in the scholars' backpacks to satisfy their hunger.
Weeping willows and flying flowers fill the village with fragrance, wine flags warm the wind and young people go wild.
At that time, he met Mr. Guanqi by chance. He was already famous all over the world and was one of the leaders in the world.
Mr. Guanqi is a romantic and talented man, but because of an ordinary remark from a scholar, he left Taixuanjing, traveled around the world, and saw things that were never seen in books.
The two met by chance and spent the whole day drinking and looking for their way.
Drunk and lying in the mountains, I wake up and rush on my way.
Looking back now, many years have passed.
He is still the leader of magical powers in the world, but Mr. Guanqi is no longer the romantic and talented man. Time is not reserved for talented people, but in the wind, rain and darkness, he has changed a lot and become a strong man in the world.
However...what about the strong? There will always be helplessness.
Now let’s look at Lu Jing and Nan Fengmian in the Duke of Nanguo’s mansion.
These two people, one big and one small, both have great ambitions in their hearts, and can also see the injustice and blood and tears in the world.
"But in the end, will they be like Mr. Guanqi and me?"
Chu Kuangren hid on the clouds and watched the two of them drinking.
It's obviously looking down from the top, but it seems like I'm hiding behind a dilapidated wall, peeking at the two figures with stars in their eyes.
Their light shines on Chu Kuangren.
This unparalleled leader of magical powers actually felt a little dazzling.
Another wisp of wind came from the distance.
A strong wind blew, and in the small pavilion of Nanguo Gongfu, the paper Lu Jing had just written on was blown everywhere, and several young men in green clothes were hurriedly picking it up.
But on the budding flower stamens in the distance, there was a butterfly standing quietly.
Kuangren Chu saw the papyrus and the butterfly.
The wind can blow up many pieces of tissue paper, but it cannot blow away a butterfly.
"The power of life does not lie in obedience."
A smile appeared on Kuangren Chu's lips: "It's always good to be energetic."
When the strong wind subsided, Master Zhenwu, who had been blown many miles away by the wind, had his hair loose and looked a little embarrassed.
But his face was full of smiles, like a child whose plan had succeeded.
"Kangren Chu's ability to accept Lu Jing as his disciple is also Lu Jing's good fortune. It does not mean that he was buried."
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In the secret room of Hengshan Mansion.
White bones, flesh and blood, skin, long hair, pungent stench.
The MiMi blood has long since turned into black plasma.
Fan Yuan walked into the secret room, only to find that he had no way to start.
Many people in Hengshan Mansion are already dead.
Even those servants who had sneaked out at night and never brought anyone back were dragged into this secret room by Gu Chenxiao and became part of the stench of the secret room.
Gu Chenxiao's face was gloomy, his eyes bulged, and his bright red tongue would stick out from time to time to lick his white lips.
Perhaps because he has been gnawing on flesh and blood all year round, his bright red tongue is actually covered with tiny flesh thorns.
Fan Yuan looked at the miserable situation in the secret room without any fluctuation in his eyes.
"Lord Gao Li has arrived at Lingnan Road and will enter Xuandu City soon."
The movement of Gu Chenxiao's men stagnated slightly, and he suddenly turned his head.
He looked at Fan Yuan, his eyes wide open, and the blood in his eyes almost burst.
"He's coming? Have you brought the bloody clothes given by your father?"
Fan Yuan saluted again and said: "Master Gao Li brought blood clothes for His Highness, and also brought a moon wheel for Emperor Da Fu Chong."
"Moon...moon disc?"
Gu Chenxiao suddenly interrupted Fan Yuan's words, and even the dagger in his hand fell into his flesh and blood.
Fan Yuan nodded, but even he didn't know what the moon wheel was.
The madness in Gu Chenxiao's eyes disappeared instantly when Fan Yuan revealed the word "Yue Lun".
What the moon wheel represents, even in the huge country of Qi, only a few people know it.
But it was enough to send chills down Gu Chenxiao's body.
"What is your father going to do? Send the evil moon wheel to Taixuan Capital?"
But then Gu Chenxiao started laughing again, and his laughter became more and more wild.
"No matter what, this move by my father is a great blessing to me!"
"With this credit, what does it matter how many sheep I eat on a daily basis?
Gao Li entered Xuandu, Lu Jing..."
Gu Chen laughed hysterically.
At this moment, Fan Yuan seemed to hear something. He first saluted Gu Chenxiao and then walked out of the secret room.
Not long after, Fan Yuan came over again with a frown on his face.
Gu Chenxiao looked at Fan Yuan, who spoke with some confusion in his tone: "Several men in black came and brought... more than ten women."
"It's just that they are all wearing prison uniforms. They are probably criminals in prison."
Gu Chenxiao's eyes lit up: "I guess there are real dignitaries in the Dafu Dynasty who know the news about the moon wheel!"
"Only death row inmates are far inferior to those who have grown up rich and well-off. The despair and fear of death row inmates are not so delicious."
"Fan Yuan, go and tell those men in black that next time, you won't be on death row."
Fan Yuan had no fluctuation in his eyes and left as ordered.
But when he walked out of the secret room, he couldn't help but frown.
Fan Yuan took a few steps forward and turned around. The secret room door was made of extremely special materials, which could almost isolate the powerful Zhaoxing monk's spiritual thoughts and the Shenxiang monk's perception of martial arts will.
So, Fan Yuan gritted his teeth and saluted the men in black, but said nothing more.
The men in black with mysterious origins just left.
Fan Yuan looked at the women in prison uniforms with numb faces in front of him, and the struggle in his eyes had disappeared.
He randomly sent two of them into the secret room, and the rest were kept in captivity.
It's like raising livestock.
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Yanglu Street, Kongshan Lane.
Lu Jing is teaching Pei Yingui how to learn Guanghan Seal.
Not only can the Guanghan Seal be constructed with vitality, but many can also be constructed with qi and blood.
It is a very special kind among many magical powers.
Whether you are a martial arts monk or a soul monk, you can practice it.
Pei Yingui, whose long hair fell down his shoulders, carefully understood the rules of the circulation of Qi and blood in the Guanghan Seal.
Lu Jing would explain things from time to time to clear up the difficulties.
Needless to say, Pei Yingui's talent was so great that he was able to practice in the realm of divine fire in the cold palace of Qi State.
But... Pei Yingui could never imagine how Mr. Lu Jing could completely understand the mystery of Guanghan Seal in such a short period of time.
"If you can master this Guanghan Seal, with the same energy and blood, you can shoot an arrow and kill an enemy hundreds of miles away."
"It's just that the Guanghan Seal consumes too much energy and blood, so it can only be used as a way to suppress the bottom of the box or to win a decisive victory."
Pei Yingui thought this in his heart.
Lu Jing, who was dressed in white, taught for a long time. It wasn't until the moonlight rose above the willow branches that Lu Jing stood up and said goodbye.
Pei Yingui saw Lu Jing off in person and walked to the door, only to see a couplet written by Lu Jing hanging on the door of the small courtyard.
Every time she sees the line "My Hometown" in the second line, her heart will always feel much more peaceful.
But Lu Jing never noticed the couplet. He remembered the strong men of Qi mentioned by Nan Fengmian and the origin of Pei Yingui, so he asked: "Miss Pei Yingui, do you know Gao Li and Jian Qiushui of Qi?"