Chapter 229 The sword in the library is the ultimate fire.
Chapter 229: The library holds the sword, and the divine fire is at its peak.
"What is Mr. Sword Holder?"
Lu Jing sensed Mr. Guanqi's intermittent thoughts, and he couldn't help but feel worried and even a little sad.
Just as the man in brocade clothes said, these days, even Lu Jing has noticed that Mr. Guanqi must have a heavy burden on him, which makes him breathless and prevents him from staying in this world for long.
But... ever since Lu Jing came to this world, there have been very few people who care about him from the bottom of his heart and help him, and Mr. Guanqi is one of them.
To a certain extent, Mr. Guanqi is more like an elder who is related to him by blood.
Now that the elder seemed to be getting weaker and weaker, Lu Jing was at a loss for a moment and could only follow Mr. Guanqi's words and ask questions.
"The library is a place for preaching and teaching, but many times, in addition to teaching and teaching, the teachers in the library also need someone to walk around the world, see the world, and practice knowledge and principles.
If necessary, the sword can also be produced on behalf of the library.
And as a library sword holder, you are no longer an ordinary library gentleman. You will enter the fourth floor and become Master's disciple from then on, becoming the fourteenth gentleman on the fourth floor of the library."
"Master's disciple, the fourteenth gentleman?" Lu Jing lowered his head, the moonlight shone on him, leaving the shadow behind him.
"There are twelve gentlemen on the fourth floor in the library. If you include me, a person who has just entered the library halfway, and you, there are fourteen people in total.
However, three of them are no longer alive, and perhaps Mr. Seven and I will follow in their footsteps soon."
Mr. Guanqi was quite calm. When he said these words, there was a lot of nostalgia for this world in his eyes but no sadness.
On the other hand, Lu Jing couldn't help but pause slightly when he heard Mr. Guanqi's words.
Is Mr. Guanqi really going to... leave?
Lu Jing frowned and looked at the sky. The night was like a wash. Without the undercurrent of the mysterious man's beacon energy and blood, the clouds and fog had long since dissipated.
The sky above Taixuanjing is full of stars, and even the night is so clear.
But...this clear world is the initiator of taking away the life of Mr. Guanqi. Mr. Guanqi and Mr. Four saved all the people from disaster, but they had to pay the price with their lives.
Coupled with the successive disasters on the Hezhong Road, Lu Jing couldn't help but feel suspicious...
——The authority of heaven and earth does not allow mortals to manipulate the natural order of heaven and earth, but are the successive disasters in the middle of the river really the evolution of nature and not the work of the immortals who hold power?
Mr. Si and Mr. Guanqi have clearly eliminated the drought, so why did the drought come back again after that?
While Lu Jing was thinking, Mr. Guanqi walked slower and slower.
“The original purpose of the library was to make Confucianism a prominent school, to restrain oneself and restore etiquette, and to govern with virtue.
It's just that... the knowledge and principles of the past have become shackles. The Master traveled around the country and the world. He originally wanted to rule the people with virtue and make the world more prosperous.
But later, the spiritual tide broke out, and the master gradually realized that the people who ruled the world were not mortal kings. Confucianism became a prominent school, and the kings governed with virtue. Just when the world was about to prosper, many things happened."
"Because of this, the Great Candle King of the Northern Qin Dynasty wanted to use his strength to break the situation. He wanted to place the Black Dragon Flag all over the world and gather the power of the world to compete.
Emperor Chongtian originally wanted to bring the world's martial arts and souls to their peak, allowing thousands of strong men in the world to compete with those superior beings.
However, during the last spiritual tide, many heroes in the past fell, ruining the fate of the country and greatly weakening the national power. As a result, the Northern Qin Dynasty rose. The Saint King in Taixuan Palace saw the surging spiritual tide and their tyranny. He
All the past plans were shattered, and now, he is sitting in his position, looking coldly at the sky and the earth."
"Maybe he is right, but...even if the Holy Lord succeeds, there will always be countless people in the world who have to pay the price for becoming the Holy Lord, such as...the Road in the River."
"call……"
Mr. Guanqi passed by a Dafu mansion, took a few more breaths, and sat on the steps to rest.
Lu Jing was accompanying him.
The road in the middle of the river is the price of the Holy King... Lu Jing's white clothes were fluttering, and he couldn't help but think of Qing Yue who had fled from famine, and then he thought of Xu Wugui.
"You can understand the Fourth Master's human sword energy, you can use the sword to support the light, Dongjun Gaozhao, and you can hold the divine magic, the White Deer Two Swords. Even if your cultivation is still weak now, you can hold the sword for the library.
You are also suitable.
The library has no requirements for you. You just wear a sword and practice the truth in your heart. If you sharpen your sword, the world will have more hope in the future."
When Mr. Guanqi said this, he probably thought of Mr. Fourth. He shook his head slightly and said: "It's just... a person who has realized the sword spirit in the world and acts with his heart will inevitably offend the authorities in the world sometimes, or offend the real people."
's king.
Lu Jing, I don’t want to put shackles on you. If you don’t want to hold the sword, it doesn’t matter. You are still the teacher of the library.”
Mr. Guanqi's voice was soft and gentle, and he looked at Lu Jing like an elder looking at his beloved junior.
Maybe it was because when he first met Lu Jing, Lu Jing was dressed in coarse cloth, but his eyes revealed a perseverance.
Perhaps it was because he stepped into the library for the first time and wrote, "As the years get colder, I know that the pines and cypresses will wither."
Or maybe he cut off the monster's head in the name of the young man's passion.
Or maybe it's because of the light-supporting sword energy developed by Lu Jing.
All in all, Mr. Guanqi regards Lu Jing as his closest relative and cannot bear to see him shoulder such a heavy burden. This is human nature.
But hearing this in Lu Jing's ears made Lu Jing's mood darker and darker.
Mr. Guanqi, who introduced him to the game, is about to die.
"Sir, are you also a disciple of Master?" Lu Jing was silent for a moment, with a unique brilliance in his eyes, and raised his head to ask.
Mr. Guanqi shook his head and said with a smile: "It has been forty-nine years since Master ascended to heaven, and I was not yet born at that time.
But I did meet the Master once after I was crowned. Perhaps because I was born to escape, the Master never accepted me as a disciple.
Later, I carried my suitcase and traveled around the world. I had three wishes. The first was to know all the good people in the world, the second was to read all the good books in the world, and the third was to see all the good landscapes in the world. I also worshiped a good teacher, but that teacher had a bad temperament.
He is a little more detached than me, wandering among the mountains and rivers, and the dragon never sees its end.
If I count carefully, I have never seen him again since I returned from my travels in Taixuanjing."
"So, even if you have never been a disciple of the Master, you can enter the fourth floor and become the sword-wielding master that Master calls you?"
Lu Jing turned his head and asked.
Mr. Guanqi nodded: "Although Master is no longer alive, I am the person appointed by Master. If I accept you as your disciple on your behalf, even Master will agree, let alone the other gentlemen..."
"Sir, I don't want to be my master."
Lu Jing stood up and looked at Mr. Guanqi in the moonlight.
Mr. Guanqi was surprised and was about to speak when he heard Lu Jing say: "Sir, he took me into the library and gave me a writing pen. He asked me to copy classics and cultivate a sense of calmness in my heart. He also asked me to become Mr. Library.
I had a chance to escape from the prison.
When you teach me, you are like a disciple, you have stood up for me many times, and you are like a teacher who protects me."
"Sir, although I have not become your master, you and I have actually been masters and disciples for a long time."
At this time, Mr. Guanqi was sitting on a step, with beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, and a bit of surprise on his gentle face.
Lu Jing stood in front of him, bowing his head gently.
A young man who is famous all over the world, a young man who is famous in Taixuanjing...
The two looked at each other.
Lu Jing also became more and more solemn. He stood upright with his head held high, his arms wide open, and his long sleeves cast two shadows. Then he folded his palms and saluted Mr. Guanqi slowly.
"Teacher." Lu Jing saluted respectfully.
Mr. Guanqi was still hesitating: "I told you just now, I..."
Lu Jing still bowed.
Mr. Guanqi, who was still hesitating at first, suddenly laughed. He stood up with all his strength and tried to help Lu Jing to stand up. Perhaps because he stood up too quickly, this romantic and talented man with strong cultivation was dizzy and was knocked out again.
Lu Jing's eyes were quick and his hands were quick to hold him.
Mr. Guanqi is getting weaker and weaker, which is unusual.
Lu Jing took a deep breath, turned around, and carried Mr. Guanqi on his back.
Under the moonlight, the boy in white was carrying the gentleman in gray robe. Mr. Guanqi's eyes were finally no longer as calm as before, but instead were filled with deep exhaustion.
When he was young, he indulged in romance and the mountains and rivers.
He obviously has not seen much suffering in the world, but he still sees the suffering of people in the world. When he is most energetic, he is willing to contend with the authority of heaven and earth, and ultimately pay the price of his life.
"If the teacher and Mr. Four had not acted with their true intentions, he might have been able to live for a long time."
Lu Jing walked toward the library with Mr. Guanqi on his back: "If the heaven and earth let the teacher die, the teacher will have no choice but to die. Is there no chance of life at all?
Is it not possible for mortals to touch the power of heaven and earth?"
His thoughts continued, and his eyes fell on the Wind-Calling Sword and Rain-Calling Sword at his waist.
Dazhuguo told him that the Wind-Calling Sword and the Rain-Calling Sword were immortal soldiers that fell into the world, and they contained the power of heaven and earth. If you can control the power of heaven and earth, you can truly call the wind and rain, instead of just attracting wind and rain.
These two magical powers!
"In the past, my cultivation was not enough. Even if I traveled around the world, I could not see many secrets in the world, and I would still be in danger.
The teacher also said just now that if something had not happened on the Hezhong Road, there would still be people in Taixuan Jing who would not let me go."
"It's Emperor Chongtian..."
Lu Jing turned his head and glanced at Taixuan Palace: "Are you afraid that I will leave Taixuan Palace and join Northern Qin, or that I will become an obstacle to him?"
With his thoughts reaching this point, his eyes became firmer: "It's just that now, I have the youth sword armor, the dragon-slaying warrior, and the immortal body..."
In addition to these three fates, a white light also flashed in Lu Jing's mind.
In that white light was the Taoist wonder that Lu Jingxiang received when he sent Nan Fengmian off.
"In addition, by rejecting the mysterious man just now and triggering the omen of great evil, I gained a thousand life points of vitality, and a rare opportunity to respect the youth. Such reliance is enough for me to travel around the world!"
Lu Jing walked all the way towards the library.
In this world, there are not many people who are really kind to him. Lu Jing is willing to draw his sword for those innocent children, so naturally he is also willing to go to the Hezhongdao to see the disasters in the Hezhongdao and look for an opportunity to take control of the world.
The fifth floor of the Slim Tower in the library is empty.
Mr. Guanqi has fallen into a deep sleep, and his face is full of exhaustion.
Lu Jing poured some water for Mr. Guanqi and put it on the table in front of him, and was about to step off the self-cultivation tower.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew away a piece of straw paper on the table.
Lu Jing closed the window, picked up the toilet paper and was about to put it on the desk.
But he saw a piece of straw paper placed under the paperweight on the table.
There are two chess pieces, one black and one white, neatly placed on the papyrus paper.
Lu Jing had seen these two chess pieces more than once.
But before tonight, these two chess pieces were always in Mr. Guanqi's hands.
When Lu Jing came to the Self-cultivation Tower before, he often saw Mr. Guanqi carefully polishing these two chess pieces.
But tonight when the stars are shining, there is still a line of words written on the papyrus paper under the two chess pieces.
"Holding the sword in one fell swoop, the blue clouds are steady, and the sleeves are full of cinnamon!"
The twelve characters are romantic and unbridled, just like the mountain stream after the clouds and rain, with both mountains and water, a beautiful and wonderful sight!
"This is Mr. Guanqi's running script, what he wrote to me."
Lu Jing looked at these twelve words and felt that in every word Mr. Guanqi expressed deep wishes for Lu Jing, not just expectations.
He turned his attention to two chess pieces, one black and one white.
The two chess pieces were also gifts given by Mr. Guanqi to the library sword bearer.
Lu Jing became a disciple of Mr. Guanqi and had already decided to become a swordsman in the library.
So he did not hesitate and reached out to pick up the two black and white chess pieces.
The moment his fingers touched the black and white chess pieces, the two chess pieces, one black and one white, suddenly glowed, flew into the void, and landed between Lu Jing's eyebrows.
"This is... Mr. Fourth's sword bone!"
When the two chess pieces sank into Lu Jing's eyebrows, two sword lights, one black and one white, appeared faintly in Lu Jing's eyebrows. The two sword lights were curled and connected end to end. There were also black and white lights looming around him, which looked quite interesting.
For strange.
When the sword bone entered Lu Jing's eyebrows, the nine divine fires rising from Lu Jing's soul suddenly became radiant.
Three rays of the Great Ming King's divine fire and six rays of Yuanshen's divine fire gathered in Lu Jing's Yuanshen, and actually illuminated two black and white sword bones.
The two sword bones were suspended in the center of the nine primordial spirits and divine fires, and the extremely rich primordial energy burst out, repairing Lu Jing's primordial spirit.
Lu Jing seemed to be aware of it. He raised his brows slightly and started to move the wind and rain. His soul also emitted bursts of golden light.
Under the immortal body, Lu Jing's talent for Yuan Shen and his sensitivity to Yuan Qi have greatly improved. When the rich Yuan Qi circulates, it is turned into wind and rain by the Wind and Rain Scripture, blowing and watering Lu Jing's Yuan Qi.
god.
Among the two chess pieces, there seem to be two sword lights full of sword intent rising slowly!
"No, these are not two sword intentions, but two sword souls."
Lu Jing closed his eyes and sensed the spirit of these two swords.
And his nine divine fires got closer and closer, gradually burning into one.
At this point, Lu Jing has reached the peak of divine fire!
Take another step forward and you will reach the realm of shining stars.
Mr. Guanqi, who was sleeping deeply, felt the vast vitality emanating from Lu Jing's body.
The tired gentleman thought he was dreaming and smiled slightly.
He muttered in his dream: "You are worthy of being my disciple, and worthy of being a scholar holding a sword. He is extremely talented, but in just one night, the vitality in the sword bone was transformed into the soul.
In just one night, I stepped into the peak of divine fire..."
Lu Jing didn't hear Mr. Guanqi's sleep talk. He was still closing his eyes, digesting the energy from the two chess pieces.
Northern Qin.
The Great Candle King was dressed in black, standing proudly in the clouds, looking at the thousands of chariots on the ground.
Behind those chariots was a huge mountain stretching for hundreds of miles.
That hundred-mile-long mountain was quite strange. It seemed like a sword had cut through it, cutting out a gully several miles long.
The eyes of the Great Candle King originally fell on many chariots. Suddenly, the hundreds of miles of mountains shook, and this unparalleled king turned his head...
"Who can trigger the sword light of Ji Chenan's past?"
He put his hands behind his back and asked, and behind him, a high-ranking general with cold eyes, wearing bronze armor and a pair of bloody hands, Shen Tu, said: "Ask the library and you will know."
The Great Candle King turned his head and thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "Maybe someone has inherited Ji Chen'an's legacy."
A smile appeared on Shentu's face: "Ji Chen'an's sword intention is unparalleled, but... he wants to cover everything, not only to protect the ants in the dust, but also to kill the tigers and leopards in the sky. How can this world
Is it that easy?"
"It's a pity that one of them vomited blood and died in the end."
The body of the Great Candle King seemed to be even more majestic than the mountains in the distance. He slowly said: "I have ideals in my heart. It is not a pity that Mr. Four died for his ideals."
"He is a hero in the world. When we mount a blazing chariot and break through the great ambush, we will all pay homage to him."
Shentu lowered his head.
"call!"
"call!"
"call!"
…
In front of the Baili Mountain, waves of soaring sounds came from the sky. If anyone looked carefully, they could see a strong man from the Northern Qin Dynasty who looked like an ant, naked to the waist, with numb eyes, digging into the mountain.
Thousands of people are moving mountains with their bodies, and the iron of Northern Qin has been melted into twelve golden men, into chariots, and into weapons in the hands of many generals.
These middle-aged men from the Northern Qin Dynasty, who had never practiced, or were unable to practice to a high level, had their hands bleeding, and their shoulders were bruised by hemp ropes, leaving deep blood grooves.
Their eyes have long been frozen, like grass on the roadside, without any thought.
In this world of practitioners, the Northern Qin Dynasty used a mortal body to create mountains. I don't know why.
The capital of Northern Qin...
Mr. Da was writing a lot of ink, and there was a white-haired woman sitting in front of him.
Suddenly, Mr. Da's pen tip trembled and sprinkled a few drops of ink.
The short stature of the library man, whose appearance could not be called elegant, suddenly raised his head.
The white-haired woman was a little surprised: "But what happened?"
Mr. Da laughed loudly, shook his head and said, "You and I just pretend that nothing happens and wait quietly."
——
The two chess pieces in Lu Jingmei's heart attracted countless people's attention.
He had already woken up and carefully folded the piece of paper written by Mr. Guanqi and kept it.
After thinking about it for a while, I started writing again and started writing.
Early the next morning, Mr. Guanqi woke up and saw heavy rain in the sky.
In the direction of the Hezhong Road, bursts of black vitality turned into tornadoes, as if something was brewing.
Mr. Guanqi stood up and came to the table as usual. When he looked down, he saw words on the straw, which were written by Lu Jing.
"May you live thousands of years and never miss spring."