If you can’t become a son-in-law, you have to be destined to become a saint. Chapter 22: Running on a long night in Shangjiang, one day leaps to the nine heavens
Chapter 22: Running on a long night in Shangjiang, one day leaps to the nine heavens
Nan Xuehu left, and the sudden rain stopped.
The two old soldiers in black looked expressionless as they watched Nan Xuehu leave.
One of them, a thin old man, always had his hands behind his back and never spoke.
The old soldier with a scar on his face finally turned around when he saw Nan Xuehu leading the Yuelongshan away from the side door of the west courtyard again.
Lu Jing was standing in front of the door of the courtyard, looking at the black clouds leaving the horizon, thoughtfully.
"Third Young Master, do you know the origin of Nan Snow Tiger's famous horse that crossed Longshan?" Old Soldier Scar suddenly asked.
Lu Jing was a few feet away and felt that the two old men in front of him had stooped bodies and old faces. Even their eyes showed their age. They seemed ordinary.
But Lu Jing knew that when Nan Xuehu came to his courtyard, there must be a reason why the Lu Mansion sent these two old men here.
These two old soldiers are naturally not ordinary people.
But Lu Jing... really doesn't know the origin of Yuelong Mountain.
Seeing Lu Jing's silence, the old soldier with the scar said slowly: "Nan Xuehu, the Duke of Nanguo, once participated in the Battle of Shangjiang. In that battle, six hundred black-faced soldiers from the Northern Qin Dynasty colluded with the officials of the middle school and ran for a long night.
Shangjiang Mansion.
That night, the hooves of six hundred horses crossing Longshan were silent, but they were stained with the blood of thousands of Shangjiangfu City guards."
"Nan Xuehu was only fifteen out of ten, but he followed the elders of Nanguo Mansion on horseback for four days and four nights, entered Shangjiang Mansion, and killed six hundred black-faced soldiers!
The Yuelongshan horse under his seat was captured by him in that deadly battle and is his trophy."
There was a hint of appreciation in Scar's voice, and finally he sighed briefly, turned around and said, "It's just that there is no such young man in my Lu family."
"Just like Lu Jiang, he was used by others and lured people into the house without knowing it, but he ruined the reputation of the Lu family."
Old Soldier Scar seemed to be talking to Lu Jing, and also seemed to be talking to himself.
The two old men took a few steps forward.
The thin old man, who had not spoken since the beginning, suddenly turned his head and said, "Nan Xuehu used his energy to pressure you, but you didn't give in, which is pretty good."
"Mr. Ning went to the Jokhang Temple to fast and worship the Buddha. She will return in three to five days at most. Then she will definitely question you about practicing martial arts.
You can tell the old lady that I taught you martial arts."
The thin old man's face was white and beardless, but it was covered with many wrinkles. His eyes were always looking at Lu Jing with a sinister look, which made Lu Jing feel a little uncomfortable.
But the words of the thin old man made Lu Jing feel more at ease, and he was about to say thank you.
But the old man had turned away, leaving only his voice echoing in the courtyard.
"My name is Wu Beishi."
The two old soldiers walked slowly, just like ordinary old people, and drifted away.
Until they left, Lu Jing's mind felt like a thread was broken. Suddenly, the fatigue all over his body swept over him like a tide.
Every part of the flesh, every fascia, and every bone was trembling uncontrollably.
Just now, Lu Jing was suppressed by the pressure of Nan Xuehu's energy and blood. He used the power of visualizing the Ming Dynasty King and the Crocodile Demon Bone Casting Technique to forcefully control his body so as not to lose his temper too much.
But now, when this state subsides, the sequelae of the strong self-suppression will suddenly come like the collapse of the Great Wall.
Lu Jing's body went limp and he stumbled forward. He held on and slowly walked to the stone table in the courtyard.
Lu Jing sat in front of the stone table, looking neither sad nor happy, calling softly: "Qing Yue, bring me my paper and pen."
shouted.
The voice was too quiet, Qing Yue probably never heard it.
Lu Jing closed his eyes and visualized the Great Ming King again. He felt that his energy was much weaker, but his strength was stronger.
He raised his voice slightly and shouted again.
"Master Jing, is that rude young man gone?"
Qingyue walked out of the back room with a pen and paper.
She could see from a distance that Lu Jing's face was pale and his body was even trembling slightly.
Qing Yue shook her lips and didn't say much. She just wiped the rain off the table for Lu Jing and polished the ink for him.
Seeing Lu Jing writing, Qing Yue walked into the side room to boil water and pour tea for Lu Jing.
Lu Jing held the slightly bent brush in his hand, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
After a few breaths of time.
Lu Jing's hands suddenly stopped shaking.
He opened his eyes and put the pen down on the paper. His strength seemed to be as heavy as a thousand catties.
"Heaven moves vigorously, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement."
Ten characters, written in cursive, in one stroke, heartily and heartily.
After the cross, Lu Jing finally felt much calmer.
He put down the brush and let out a long breath.
Lu Jing's mentality also became extremely stable, and his thoughts were very clear for a while.
“To be a gentleman, one should uphold a strong will and constantly strive for self-improvement. Only in this way can one conform to the will of Heaven.
Today the Southern Snow Tiger is menacing, arrogant and unreasonable, but it has never blocked my thoughts."
At this time, a gust of autumn wind blew by.
The clouds in the sky are stacked and beautiful.
"If you look carefully, the clouds in the sky are like the ninth level of the sky, one layer after another. If there is an immortal here, he will probably use these clouds as a ladder to reach the ninth level of the sky."
When Lu Jing was thinking about this, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind.
He just sat on the stone bench and looked at the clouds in the sky from a distance...
In my mind, I began to visualize the soul!
Vaguely, another light emerged in his mind. The light gradually became clear and turned into a human figure.
Around the figure, there are many starry skies, rivers and seas, mountains, earth and many other strange phenomena.
In these visions, there are nine heavens rising from the ground and falling into the void universe.
"The soul crossed the nine heavens and jumped out. From then on, it was free and free from the constraints of the mortal body."
Lu Jing seemed to have some realization.
He tried to control his soul, landed among the rivers and seas, and then climbed up to the ethereal ninth heaven step by step.
Layer after layer.
Step by step.
I don't know how much time had passed, but Lu Jing suddenly found himself standing on the ninth level of the sky, overlooking the strange scenery of Yuanshen, which was so beautiful.
Lu Jing lingered and was fascinated by these many scenery.
At this moment, another golden light suddenly appeared in Lu Jing's mind, and the Dharma of King Ming slowly appeared. The light shone on Lu Jing's soul, making Lu Jing wake up instantly.
"Although the beautiful scenery is beautiful, it is still bound by many restrictions. If you cannot escape from the mortal world, you will not be free, you will not live forever, and you will not be able to reach the gate of heaven."
Lu Jingyuan Shen stood on the ninth level of the sky and suddenly jumped.
With one leap, it was like the soul leaving the dead body, like the true spirit unchaining its shackles. Lu Jing suddenly lowered his head and looked down.
But he saw his own body, sitting on a stone bench, eyes closed, motionless.
Lu Jing was greatly surprised.
"This is...the realm of refining the gods and leaving the body!"
Lu Jing Yuanshen's face just showed a bit of joy.
Suddenly! A breeze blew in the distance, and light shone again in the day.
Lu Jing only felt that his soul was on the verge of collapse, and at the same time he felt that it was so hot that it was almost burning.
"not good!"
He understood instantly, and without a moment's hesitation, he fell downwards and fell into his own body.
"I have been able to leave my body with my soul, but I cannot float in the sky during the day or be blown by the strong wind."
Lu Jing, who was sitting on the stone bench, opened his eyes and felt a terrible headache and low energy.
He raised his eyes and looked at the sky, feeling a little more happy in his heart.
"Fortunately...the clouds covered the scorching sun."