If you can’t become a son-in-law, you have to be destined to become a saint. Chapter 31: Ruoshuang Forest, Leafless Waterfall, Water Entering the Flying Dragons and Snakes, and a Powerful Walk
Chapter 31: Ruoshuang Forest, Leafless Waterfall, Water Entering the Flying Dragons and Snakes, and a Powerful Walk
As Lu Jiang spoke, his energy suddenly became thicker. He was in the Qi and Blood realm, and the arrogant Qi and blood rose from his body, fell into the Qingliu Pavilion, and pressed towards Lu Jing.
Lu Jing seemed to be unaware. He was still sitting on the stone bench with calm eyes.
"This doesn't make the fifth cousin worried." Lu Jing said: "I just have to trouble the fifth cousin not to introduce unfamiliar people into the house in the future, otherwise my cousin's anger will only become more and more intense.
Just like Mr. Xuehu... I wonder if my cousin is still racing horses with Mr. Xuehu recently?"
At this point in Lu Jing's words, he seemed to suddenly remember something again, and his expression became a little more clear: "I forgot that my cousin's horse was already dead."
Lu Jiang's breath suddenly stagnated, and soon he could no longer bear the disgust in his eyes.
He sneered: "Lu Jing, how dare you talk to me like this?"
"Okay." Ning Qiang suddenly spoke up, interrupting Lu Jiang: "Lu Jiang, Lu Jing is your cousin. Although I don't know what the grudge is between you, I shouldn't have brought him to this Qingliu Pavilion.
Because today, in addition to my cousin and I, there are other guests in Qingliu Pavilion.
If you are so aggressive today, aren't you making Lonicera a joke?"
Lu Qiong also frowned and nodded: "My cousin is right. I don't want to pay attention to what grudges you have, Lu Jiang. Just talk about it privately and don't disturb my interest."
Lu Jiang's expression became more and more gloomy. He stared at Lu Jing for two or three breaths...then the gloomy look on his face suddenly disappeared, and a smile appeared instead.
"Cousin, cousin, I was just joking with Lu Jing. There is nothing serious between me and Lu Jing. I think after today, Lu Jing will know that it was his fault and he shouldn't talk to my cousin like this."
Lu Jiang had something to say.
Lu Jing looked calm, as if he didn't hear the threat hidden in Lu Jiang's words.
Ning Qiang, probably to ease the atmosphere here, took the initiative and said to Lu Jing: "Lu Jing, just now Lu Jiang praised you and said that your calligraphy is excellent. Why don't you write a few words and let us take a look?"
Lu Qiong also touched his palms and smiled and said: "When my father was young, he could write extremely well in pine and cypress calligraphy. Just like his martial arts, he was strong and sharp but also as if a storm was about to come. Even in Taixuan Jing, he was burdened with
It was so famous that many noble people came to ask for letters.
I didn’t expect you, Lu Jing, to have good calligraphy skills. Come on, let’s see.”
Lin Rendong, who had been watching the changes in the pavilion coldly but said nothing, actually said: "Master Jing, my father also loves calligraphy very much. He often looks for some masters' pens and inks. Under the influence of his ears and eyes, Lin Rendong is also somewhat interested in calligraphy.
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If Master Jing can spare no effort in pen and ink, Liao Dong would also like to see the essence of Master Jing's writing."
Lu Jiang, whose expression returned to normal, also smiled and said: "The pen and ink of young people is the most rare thing, Lu Jing, since you have shown your talent, how can you refuse?
The edge has been exposed, and it will be difficult to take it back."
Several owners in the Qingliu Pavilion persuaded each other in this way, and several maids nearby also expressed interest in the exchange of glances.
Among the maids present, except for the two serving girls, all the other maids are girls who have been trained by wealthy families since childhood. Although they are not proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, they can be regarded as knowing a few things.
Even Qing Yue, a girl who had not been taken seriously since she was a child, followed Lu Jing and was taught by Lu Jing's mother and became literate together, not to mention girls like Xi Qiu and Xue Liu.
As time went by, they naturally became very interested in music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
Many eyes fell on Lu Jing.
Lu Jing accidentally glanced at the contempt in Lu Jiang's eyes and didn't take it seriously.
"Lu Jiang probably thinks that I am only sixteen or seventeen years old, so what kind of writing skills can I practice?"
Lu Jing smiled in his heart.
"The reason why I came to Qingliuting is to retaliate directly. I want to make Lu Jiang, who has repeatedly tried to make me look bad today, angry and confused."
He was thinking openly and knew the purpose of coming here, so he nodded gently in front of everyone's eyes.
"In that case, it would be rude for Lu Jing to shirk it again."
"Ning'an, prepare pen and ink." Ning Qiang immediately called to the maid behind her.
Ning'an was Ning Qiang's maid. When she heard what her young lady had said, she quickly took the pen and ink she had prepared for prayer from the side.
Two maidservants cleared the stone table of debris.
Qing Yue stepped forward to spread the paper and polish the ink.
There was a lot of expectation in her clear eyes, and her extraordinarily simple clothes made her even more elegant.
Lu Jiang looked at Qing Yue thoughtfully.
Lu Qiong also showed appreciation in her eyes as she watched Qing Yue prepare these things.
Lu Jiang and Lu Qiong also have different eyes.
Lu Jiang was deep in thought and tried his best to suppress something in his eyes.
Lu Qiong was open-minded, as if she was just appreciating beautiful things.
"Master, the ink is ready." Qing Yue whispered softly and retreated behind Lu Jing.
Lu Jing stepped forward and wrote.
At this moment, a red light flashed in Lu Jing's mind, and the [Diligence and Hardworking] destiny was triggered, making Lu Jing instantly focus.
His temperament also became more and more impressive, which made many people present brighten their eyes.
"Hold your pen and look up at the blue sky, which is as bright as a jade tree before the wind."
Lin Rendong smoothed his silver hair and suddenly remembered such a poem, and felt that it was very appropriate to describe Lu Jing at this time.
Lu Jing wrote, but never finished it.
He thought for a moment, looked at Ning Qiang, and said, "Cousin, you are a famous and talented woman in southern Jiangsu, why don't you write a poem?"
Ning Qiang had just said that she did not want to write poetry anymore, but now she seemed to have forgotten what she had just said.
She nodded lightly, thought carefully for a long time, and finally whispered to herself...
"The flowers are blooming and the feeling of spring has faded. When the past comes, there is still a leisurely courtyard."
I don't know what Ning Qiang thought of. Her tone was low and her eyes seemed to have tears as she chanted in a low voice.
Lu Jing frowned, but he also started writing!
The pen and ink dye the paper, each stroke falls, and each word is like a swordsman drawing his sword, with a moving expression, while whirling forward and retreating, there is no missing the point!
The expressions of everyone who were watching Lu Jing writing around the stone table also changed!
Ning Qiang was also moved, but she continued to recite: "The rain is blowing and the wind is blowing, the morning and evening are blowing, and the grass is as far as the sky."
Lu Jing's frown deepened and he continued writing.
At this time, several maids opened their eyes wide, and Lu Qiong only felt that the cursive writing posture was flowing, the writing was fast and ups and downs.
The original indifference in Lu Jiang's eyes quietly disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by an increasingly gloomy look.
It's just that the attention of everyone present was all on Lu Jing's words. Even Ning Qiang's excellent words were taken away from their luster. Naturally, no one noticed Lu Jiang's eyes!
"My eyes are full of sorrow and shortcomings of separation. Where is the tall building? I can see across the south bank of Jiangsu Province.
Leaning alone against the dry wall, I stare at it for a long time.
The mountains in the shadow of the setting sun are infinite.”
After Ning Qiang finished chanting, Lu Jing had also put away his pen and stood tall. He seemed to be in high spirits, but his brows were still slightly furrowed and he didn't know what to think about.
Look at Lu Jing’s words again…
Most of the people present liked chess, calligraphy and painting, so they naturally knew that this calligraphy was very well written.
The pen and ink are spread out but not exaggerated, like a dragon and a snake racing, sonorous and powerful.
Lin Rendong, who knew the art of calligraphy best, couldn't help but praise: "This character... has strong bones but thin calligraphy and painting, like a frost forest with no leaves, and waterfalls flying..."
"Good, good, excellent!"
Three good words in a row, the praise in them is self-evident.
Lu Jiang was silent.
Suddenly I remembered that this Honeysuckle girl seemed approachable, but in fact she was very arrogant. She had not said a word to him today.