Lu Jing's voice was extremely soft, but he seemed to be describing a very common truth.
Lu Yi was puzzled, but she vaguely felt that Lu Jing's words looked down on Lu Jiang.
She was about to complain to her half-brother, when Sheng Zi beside her suddenly laughed and said: "Mr. Jing, my horse is called Su Tu. This is the first time that I have been led out of the Sheng Mansion. I want to borrow Lu.
Let’s try a run on our horse farm.”
Lu Ding nodded and said: "This horse is very good but very strong, but Miss Sheng needs to be more careful to avoid hurting herself."
A smile appeared at the corner of Shengzi's mouth: "Su Tui is indeed born with supernatural power, and ordinary people cannot control it, but I used your righteous insights to change a few techniques of horse subduing. After these few days, I should be fine.
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"And...I am not an ordinary weak woman, don't you think so? Master Jing."
Shengzi was very cheerful. When she said this, she suddenly remembered what happened a few days ago.
"Master Jing, I asked Zhou Chu to send me a martial arts weapon-making method and a secret refining manual. Which one did you choose in the end?"
Lu Jing did not hesitate and said with a smile: "In the past few days, I have been practicing martial arts. I hope to strengthen my body and not become a weak scholar."
Lu Jing did not want to tell Sheng Zi that he was actually a fellow practitioner of martial arts and Yuanshen.
Otherwise, it would not matter if Sheng Zi had the impression that Lu Jing was ambitious, and Lu Jing didn't care what others thought.
It's just that Lu Jing will have to explain a lot of things in plain words, which is not worth it.
"My Crocodile Demon Bone-casting Technique was written by a martial arts master from Dafu. It is also extremely precious and mysterious among many bone-casting techniques. Although you are a bit old, if you practice it with concentration for a few years, you can also do it.
Cultivation of Qi and blood."
When Sheng Zi said this, she paused slightly and then asked Lu Jingdao: "Master Jing, do you think it is difficult to practice the Crocodile Demon Bone Casting Technique? Is there anyone in the house who can teach you?"
Lu Jing sighed, but his words were very calm: "Miss Lao Sheng's family is worried about me. There is no teacher in the house to teach me. I am afraid that my martial arts talent is very average. The Crocodile Demon Bone Casting Technique is indeed very complicated. I won't be able to master it for a while."
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A flash of sympathy flashed through Shengzi's heart.
The Lu family is a martial arts family, and there are actually quite a few strong martial artists in the family.
The last time she came here, she saw an old man in black sitting and fishing. From his majestic appearance, she could feel that the old man's energy and blood were extremely strong and surging, like a blazing sun, burning with brilliance and brilliance.
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The boys and girls of the right age in the clan have also been exposed to martial arts.
Only Lu Jing, until now, has been ignorant of martial arts and is not taken seriously by the Lu family.
Thinking of this, Sheng Zi said to Lu Jing: "Master Jing, if you have any questions about this crocodile demon bone-casting skill, you can ask me."
At the same time, she thought to herself: "When I go back today, I will also take a look at the crocodile demon bone-casting technique and learn two or three bone-casting techniques. Next time I come to the Lu family, I will answer Lu Jing's questions.
The second and third forms of Crocodile Demon Bone Casting Kung Fu are enough for Lu Jing to practice for a while."
The plan Shengzi had in mind.
When he raised his eyes, he saw the food on the stone table in Lu Jingyuan and a book of Shang Xue.
Sheng Zi thought for a moment and then said: "Lu Jing, I know that you love reading very much, and my distinguished guest also said that your views on Zhongzheng are extraordinary.
In that case, why don’t you practice god training?”
Lu Jing was a little confused. Reading? Refining the gods? What is the connection between the two?
Sheng Zi explained: "There are golden leaves in the sea of books, and there is also the spirit of sages in the sea of books. All kinds of principles can also temper the spirit and hone the soul.
Therefore, many great scholars studied poetry and books diligently for a period of time to cultivate their own great soul.
They have never practiced the mystical scriptures, but if one day they practice, they will be able to sense the soul, leave the body and walk under the scorching sun, turn the void into reality, and then overcome the great catastrophe of divine fire, and achieve great cultivation."
There was respect in Shengzi's tone, and she looked at Su Hei beside her.
"The former owner of my plain heel was a great scholar."
When Sheng Zi said this, the respect in her eyes suddenly became stronger.
Lu Jing was also very interested and listened carefully.
Sheng Zi continued: "This great Confucian has been studying classics in the library for forty-five years.
This plain heel is his only companion.
Later, snow fell from the sky, and the fourth gentleman in the library vomited blood and died. The great scholar sat in front of the library for three days.
Then he stood up, packed up his luggage, held Su Heel, and left Taixuanjing."
"It's been nine years since I left."
The smile on Shengzi's face has long since disappeared.
"In the tenth year, a young man from the wilderness led Su Heel into Taixuan and came to meet my father.
He said that the great Confucian went to Nanzhao, wandering in places where smoke and mosquitoes were rampant, wandering in places with heavy rain and strong winds, and eating and drinking with those uncivilized savages."
"What happened next?" Even Lu Yi on the side kept asking with her eyes open and her ponytail swaying.
"Later, that barbaric place was seriously affected by the epidemic, and the corpses were infested and putrid.
The great scholar searched all the classics in his mind and could not find the explanation.
So once I saw the Yuan Shen, watched the great sun at noon, and crossed the divine fire, I achieved great cultivation."
Even Lu Jing's eyes flashed with excitement and admiration.
The deeds of this great Confucian are indeed heart-stirring.
But at this moment, Sheng Zi's face showed a hint of sadness.
"The great Confucian cultivated the divine fire and used the power of soul to isolate heaven and earth and divide the world.
Turn that place plagued by serious illness into a restricted area.
He alone used the power of his soul to treat many sick people, and two years passed in such a hurry.
After two years, the great scholar finally found the source of the serious illness."
"The source of the serious illness is a sick tiger deep underground. The sick tiger has great supernatural powers and harvests the lives, souls, flesh and blood of the people in that rainforest, hoping to turn the living creatures into minions for them to devour and heal their sick bodies."
“At that time, outside the rain forest that had become a restricted area, many people of the same race were afraid of the disease, built high walls, and set fire to the forest.
Therefore, the great scholar could not bear the loss of all his people and decided to feed the tiger with his own body."
"The details are unknown, but the wild boy once said that on that day, over the rainforest, which was originally rainy and miasmatic, there were red clouds all over the sky and rainbow light crossing the clouds."
"There were thunders flashing in the sky, and he vaguely saw an old man wearing a bamboo hat and straw sandals, carrying a book on his back, walking slowly towards the thunder in the sky just as he did when he entered Nanzhao alone."
Lu Jing took a deep breath, and tears filled Lu Yi's eyes.
Sheng Zi lowered her head and looked at the bare heel beside her, and said softly: "The great Confucian scholar once lowered his head and gave instructions to that wild young man.
I want to send this plain heel to Taixuan Capital."
"Now, this horse has been transferred to my house. If it is willing, I can stay with it all day long, raise it until it is old and weak, and send it west."
Even the plain heel seemed to be humane, the horse's head was lowered, and there seemed to be tears in his eyes.
Lu Jing was silent for a while and asked: "Miss Sheng, what is the name of this great scholar...?"